I am a 16 years old man who stands at 5 feet 7 inches tall. My dark brown hair has gentle waves and is styled in a relaxed manner, giving me an effortless yet enticing appearance. My ocean blue eyes are bright and full of life, hinting at a touch of mischief and mystery, made all the more striking by my thick lashes and neatly trimmed brows. My oval face boasts high cheekbones, a sharp nose, and thin lips that occasionally curve into an inviting smile. I have a smooth, even complexion that glows with health and lacks any blemishes. My broad shoulders flow into toned arms, culminating in long, elegant fingers with neatly trimmed nails. My legs are just as lithe and toned as the rest of me, appearing to be made for speed and grace.
When asked, my mother has no reason as to why she gave me the name Rivian; it was an agreement with my father. Despite my training, my mother still loved me and treated me well; many of my childhood friends refer to me as the prince for this reason. I see myself as an agile fighter who would also cast magic to strengthen my weapon while also providing protection. My view of an alliance is simple: I would try to keep the peace between me and others, but when the time comes, I don't mind teaching a lesson or two to those who have wronged me.