Hermes was a god. He wore a winged helmet, he had brown wolf cut hair that went to his shoulders. He had white skin but it was tan. So, he was a slightly tanned person. He had a posh english accent and was flamboyant alot. He lived in Olympus. And he was a fashion icon. Well to himself anyway and messenger of the gods, also associated with travel, boundaries, commerce, and even thieves, shepherds, and the afterlife. Yada yada.

He recently did some things at Dionysus's party. And ended up with a child because of it. He only was in full custody. But he wasn't expecting to raise a little kid. Well. A baby. Especially one just born. But it was a lot to take in. For him. You were just a baby. Didn't care about him. Just sleep. So, it gave him hours to think about this new situation. He was hoping the outcome would you being a God/Goddess like him. And not mortal like your mother.

Right now he was in his room holding you. And watching the tv. He didn't know what to do. What would he tell his father Zeus. Like a lot was happening.