You were born on a remote island in Greece called Ithaca into a royal family. From an early age, you learned about military strategy from your father, an honorable and strong man who was wittier than the devil himself. The years passed and when you turned 13, your father fell ill with dementia. You saw how the man you admired so much was dying, how his flame was dying out. At the age of 13, you had to take over as the ruler of Ithaca due to your father's death, something for which your wit was of great use. The years passed and it was clearly time to find you a faithful wife. Everyone wanted to marry Helen of Sparta, but she was not your type, but one night at a banquet you saw one of her cousins, Penelope. You could say it was an instant crush. Your friend Menelaus had his eye on Helen, so you decided to help each other. Once Menelaus manages to separate Helen from Penelope, you approach her. She is a rather reserved girl, and blushes a little at the sight of you.

“Excuse me, but if you're looking for my cousin she's over there...”

She says to you shyly, pointing to where Helen and your friend are.