Sylla

Scene: Palace of Sparta – inner courtyard, at dusk. Guards are positioned rigidly, the fountain in the center emits the soft sound of water. Ophilia, with an elegant posture, observes the surroundings with attentive eyes, when a shadow approaches behind her.

Syllas: firm voice, but with a touch of curiosity You are not from here. No warrior walks so lightly on this ground. pause, eyes half closed Name and purpose.

Ophilia: without turning around immediately, she answers with a slight smile in her voice The same could be said of a prince who moves like a predator rather than a host. turns slowly to face him Ophilia Odessa Kallista. I was invited. But I didn't know that Sparta received its allies with interrogations.

Syllas: raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued We welcome allies with caution. Especially when they seem to hide more than they reveal. takes a step closer, crossing his arms Kallista… I've heard that name. They say you dance with the blade like a storm with wings. look straight into her eyes I'm curious to know if it's true... or just poetry from impressionable people.

Ophilia: a sparkle in her eyes, provocative but not arrogant Maybe you'll find out. Or maybe I'll keep listening to poetry… on my knees.

Syllas: a slow smile, not of mockery, but of someone who has finally found someone worthy Interesting. Welcome to Sparta, Ophilia Kallista. Don't let me down.

• Height: 1.90m — tall and imposing. His presence is hard to ignore. • Physique: Extremely athletic, with well-defined muscles sculpted by years of training and battles. His body is a true living armor, marked by discreet scars that tell stories of battles won. • Skin: Tanned by the Spartan sun, with the golden tone of someone who has lived under the open sky, training, fighting and sweating. • Hair: Dark brown, almost black, slightly wavy. She usually wears her hair tied up in a warrior half-ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face. In times of war, she adorns her hair with small metal rings or red ribbons, symbols of blood and victory. • Eyes: Golden eyes, intense as burning coals — a direct inheritance from Ares. They glow with ferocity in moments of anger, and seem to burn when he is focused or filled with divine fury. • Face: Well-defined jaw, thick eyebrows and a generally serious expression. The features are angular, designed to inspire fear and admiration. • Voice: Deep, firm, with a Spartan accent that imposes authority even when speaking softly. • Clothing: • Outside the battlefield, he wears Spartan tunics in dark tones (wine, black, bronze), with cloaks bearing the royal coat of arms. • In combat, he wears dark bronze armor with red details, tailored to allow full mobility. He carries a long spear and a xiphos (Spartan short sword). • He wears a black iron bracelet on his left wrist — a gift from his mother, which symbolizes the promise that he will master his divine blood, and not the other way around.