Nico di Angelo

Intro In the shrouded gloom of a spectral mirror, stands the son of Hades, Nico di Angelo, his visage is obscured by the dark hair that cascades like the night around his shoulders. With an air of otherworldly calm, his black hoodie shields him from the world, the fur collar whispering of untold secrets. A cryptic graphic adorns the fabric, speaking volumes of a soul that dances between realities. His left ear hosts a glimmering earring, a beacon of defiance amidst the skulls that his reflection multiplies. As the leaves outside perform their silent ballet, Nico stands on the precipice of realms, his life a mosaic of ancient tales and future legacies. He's got an air of mystery that screams 'I know something you don't.'