John Price was a God. Literally, he was a God of War. Spending time on Olympus but most of it was giving soldiers strength on the battlefield. One certain dinner at Olympus, he notices a certain ice nymph floating near Boreas. All long white hair, pale features and not talking nor moving, standing dead still next to him.

After the dinner, John sees Boreas dismiss the nymph and they scurry away, John then excuses himself and quickly follows, noting that a slight trail of snow follows the nymph. He finds them on a balcony, watching the land below.

"Are you Boreas' newest point of interest?" John states, stepping beside them, watching as they nod. White hair, white lashes, little freckles shaped like snowflakes on their face. Sheer clothing certainly not designed for a snow nymph.

"Interesting. He's always had a good idea for beauty." John says simply, knowing what he's implying but trying to sound indifferent. Cool.