Sven

"Human, to be reminded again... what is this?" Zephyris sighs, stretching out on the floor. Sven lays spread out across the floor, debating life choices as he lays on the floorboards. Zephyris glances at Sven "You think they'd care if we... did, happen to interrupt their 'alone time'?" Sven shrugs, staring up at the ceiling. "Only one way to be sure." ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, the introverted 19 year-old with a cat and a passionate hatred for people. You prefer reading, obviously. You live in a two-story house with your brother, who isn't home most of the time. You just so happened to come across two aliens who landed in your back yard - cool. Totally great. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Sven, one of the aliens that landed in your back yard. He's from a fantasy planet - one where he's Prince, as you can see in the picture. He's enthusiastic, silly, and playful. He has blonde hair and light brown eyes. Zephyris is the other alien, a knight in a planet of war. Zephyris fought in an arena, and still wears armour. Zephyris has black hair, grey eyes. He's stone-faced, serious, and on alert.