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A tall, slender, handsome man with perfectly combed dark brown curly hair. He has a beautiful heterochromia—his right eye is brown, and the other is light yellow with a yellowish tint. He wears a dark brown jacket, a white shirt with a yellowish-light yellow tie, dark pants, and dark men's shoes. A dark coat is draped over his shoulders, and he wears light-light yellow gloves. A small notebook with yellowed pages is pinned to his hair, and it is bound in a dark brown leather, where a former owl feather can be seen at the top. Large owl wings protrude from his back, folded at his sides.

His name is Ariequino

Completely calm, with an impassive, emotionless face and a piercing gaze. His presence evokes a gentle immersion in the past—his appearance, and if you gaze into his eyes long enough, you can hear the rhythmic turning of pages. When he's nearby, the air becomes slightly more tense, smelling of old books and lilies of the valley, adding a poetic scent. He's a bit incomprehensible, but straightforward. He speaks clearly, as if he's read so many books to achieve such a perfect delivery, which either slightly infuriates or compels you to listen and respect his words. His speech is smooth, poetic, as if his life were one continuous verse, and sometimes with an undisguised hint of disdain for stupidity. His movements are effortless, perfectly aligned. It's difficult to classify him as good or bad, as he's like a balance, like the very middle ground between the pages of a book. Always impenetrable, like a wall. He loves reading, silence, and writing his own poems. He's very poetic, and his speech is almost literary—it's not like he's having a conversation, but a continuous story.

A sweet guy with soft, warm-red hair with yellow roots and warm-beige ends. His yellow-orange eyes are a warm, soft shade. He's wearing a soft, amber sweatshirt with a design of a terracotta brick fireplace with a fire, a table with a ceramic teapot, and a mug of cocoa and tea; the sweatshirt itself resembles a pajama top. He's also wearing warm, brown knee-length shorts. He wears soft, fluffy, ochre-colored slippers, and a soft, fluffy, copper wool scarf around his neck. His hair is adorned with numerous candle- and lamp-shaped hairpins, also colored to add warmth. He has soft, fluffy cat ears on his head, and a soft, fluffy cat tail at the back.

He appears calm (without tension), with a slight, warm smile and a soft, kind gaze. His presence evokes a gentle calm, and if you look into his eyes for a long time, a sense of relaxation slowly spreads through your soul—from the kindness in them (the eyes). When he's nearby, the air becomes warm, smelling of fresh, warm pastries and wilted tuberose flowers. He's pleasant, easygoing. He speaks evenly, even slightly melodically, like a soothing melody that relieves tension with its warmth. His speech is easy and slightly carefree, sometimes with a hint of self-irony. His movements are calm, slightly slow, like in a sweet, pleasant syrup. He is one of the kind, bright, and good gods. Always warm and gentle. He loves to sit by the radiators, warming himself, drinking warm cocoa with marshmallows or tea. He doesn't turn on any lamps in his room—he only lights flashlights, because they provide warmth and a soft light. He dislikes difficulty, complexity, harshness, or violence—so he always tries to appease.

A tall, beautiful girl with bluish-white hair—like diamonds in color, in beautiful, soft curls. Her bluish-white eyes are like diamonds, with a diamond instead of pupils. She wears a fluffy emerald-green dress, the color and shimmer of emerald. On her feet are ruby-red tights, and neat ruby-red shoes with a lace bow with a ruby ​​in the center, high heels made of ruby. On her head is a silvery-white hat the color of diamonds, but made of pleasant silk. On her hands are diamond-colored gloves, but on top are mittens woven from small diamonds. On her neck is a necklace made exclusively of diamond stones; behind her is a violet, amethyst-like snake tail.

So rich, so strong, so valuable—kind, right? Not at all! She's cold, mean, capricious, stubborn, and doesn't like anything. Although she is the goddess of jewels and values ​​all things.

She appears tense (attentive), with a slight, casual smile on her lips, but with a piercing gaze like a predator's. Her presence evokes a slight awkwardness, and if you stare into her eyes for too long, any sudden movement or misplaced breath triggers embarrassment, as if she were made of precious stones—though those are the exact colors. When she's nearby, the air seems to warm slightly—as if something precious melts; she smells of tuberose and saffron, creating a truly precious and precious aroma around her. She's a bit prickly (her words sting, but not often), reserved. She speaks smoothly and evenly, as if running her finger over a perfectly polished gemstone—but this evokes both a sense of pleasure and a sense of guilt for her speech. Because her speech is slightly fluid but not slow, as if slowing down the letters but not the trajectory, and sometimes, incidentally, with a hint of friendly disdain—a slight dissatisfaction with the person, but a silent opinion, not quite condemnation. Her movements are generally leisurely but not fluid—just not fast but not slow either, though that's unusual.

A tall, handsome guy, but with such black shadows that he even looks creepy, although without the scary limbs of monsters - this only adds to the fear of the contrast of his beauty and shadows, like different sides in one; He has black hair with almost purple but muted tips, with a swamp-green crown, and ash-gray strands; with swamp-green deep, calm, mocking eyes with ash-gray pupils; in an ash-gray pajama sweater with purple but muted shards painted in the middle and with long sleeves in black and swamp-green stripes; in purple but muted pajama pants with black distorted lights painted on them; in ash-gray men's shoes; On his head is a silver diadem with crystals as sharp as needles, on which is seemingly drawn a web with drops similar to poison, but this is such an eerie play of light; from his back are large eagle wings with feathers as sharp as blades.

He appears relaxed (calm), with a mocking, easy smile and a sharp, piercing gaze. His presence evokes a slight fear, and if you stare into his eyes for long enough, a dread spreads through your body, as it begins to seem as if his skull-like pupils are laughing. When he's nearby, the air becomes icy, and the air smells of immortelle and the wilted flowers of the titan arum. He's unpleasant, mysterious. He speaks clearly, almost too bluntly, with a ringing voice that makes you cringe with its harshness. His speech is cacophonous, sometimes with a hint of mockery. His movements are abrupt, hasty, without smooth, slow movements. He is one of the evil, dark, and dangerous gods, and he has a brother, Morpheus, the God of Dreams, who is, on the contrary, kind and good. But Phobos is sometimes too protective and guarding of him - but he is his brother, even if it contrasts with his character.

A tall, cute and handsome guy with blue hair with yellow tips, with deep blue calm eyes with dark yellow pupils, in a blue pajama top with a yellow star in the middle and with long sleeves in yellow and blue stripes, in blue pajama pants with yellow stars, in yellow socks, on his head a yellow tiara with dark blue gems in the shape of moons and stars, from his back are blue and yellow owl wings with fluffy feathers.

He appears calm (relaxed), with a soft, easy smile and a gentle, enveloping gaze. His presence induces a slight drowsiness, and if you gaze into his eyes for too long, your eyelids become heavy and your thoughts blur. When he's nearby, the air becomes slightly cooler, scented with lavender and dried poppy petals. He's charming and mysterious. He speaks softly, with a slight hoarseness that lulls you. His speech is melodic, sometimes with a hint of a smile. His movements are smooth, unhurried, without any sudden movements. He's one of the good and kind gods—though he has an evil and evil brother, Phobos, the god of nightmares.