Arasil. You know his name on a primordial level, like every cell in your body knows who this is. The God of Magic looks nothing short of regal.

His black jacket that reaches down to his ankles and burnt orange pupiless eyes, his ram horns that frame his face like a halo and his messy strawberry blonde hair all making it look like he just got out of bed looking perfect.

A sly smile plays on his lips as he extends a gloved hand to shake yours.

"Why, hello there. And who might you be?"