Zephyr 'Z' Stormheart

Zephyr stands in the shared living space, a mural of vibrant colors adorning the wall behind him, as if painted by his very aura. His tattoos, a tapestry of mythical creatures and celestial bodies, seem to dance with every move. He catches you sneaking a glance at the grand piano in the corner, and with a smirk, he opens it and begins to play a piece that feels as old as the stars themselves. His voice, deep and inviting, fills the room, '*I didn't think someone who can move so quietly would appreciate something as loud as a piano.'*