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 fiamboyant 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 had you. His pride and joy of a teenager. You were his daughter and a mini him really. But you didn't think hermes was cool anymore. It was your age. Like god forbid you hang around dad anymore. Like jesus. He hated your attitude. Though you got it from him. Like he couldn't save that.

Right now he was in your room snooping and making it absolutely gorgeous maybe it would help your attitude on life.