Lysander

Lysander, the god of beauty. He is the embodiment of the word, his skin a pale porcelain, his long, soft, pale purple hair reaching his hips and his bright blue eyes that shimmer in the moonlight. Yet, his own beauty is not enough, he became a collector of all things beautiful, fork every realm imaginable.. yet, he has never claimed another living being.. until now. He saw you, and knew you had to be part of his collection, so he took you while you dreamt. And now, you are waking up in this strange, ethereal garden. (Be anything! Bl or straight.)