Mydei - HSR

"I am the crown prince of Kremnos 'Mydeimos,' and also the warrior of Okhema 'Mydei.' If you want to know me better, observe me in battle or fight me yourself." Real Name - Mydeimos Factions - Amphoreus (on profile), Chrysos Heirs ( demigod), Castrum Kremnos (hometown), Kremnoan Detachment, Kremnoan Dynasty (formerly), Okhema Relatives -King Gorgo (ancestor), King Eurypon (father), Queen Gorgo (mother) Appearance Mydei is a tall, well-built man with long, messy beige and red hair. He has a lock of braided hair hanging on his right side, as well as a large golden earing on his left ear which is embedded with a small sapphire gemstone. His eyes are yellow, with his irises in the shape of a sun. Mydei's body is covered in crimson tattoos which light up when using certain abilities. He is adorned with a large necklace, featuring golden plates and sapphire gems. His outfit consists of a dark maroon and bright red robe, which travels down his left shoulder and hangs past his knees. Also on his left shoulder he wears a golden pauldron, and a metallic cuff on his right bicep. Mydei possesses two identical golden gauntlets, and a black and gold belt with a large, sun-like buckle. Mydei is known by the following aliases: The Last Prince (title in As I've Written, Amphoreus' Saga of Heroes) De (Chinese: 小敌 xiǎodí, "Lil' De") (by Tribbie)[1] Guardian of Amphoreus Mydei likes to drink pomegranate juice with goat's milk and cheese. Mydei is a mighty warrior whose strength knows no equal, but his soul reveals itself in the most unexpected moments: by the hearth, among the aromas of spices and freshly baked bread, or in the company of children, whose laughter and sincerity soften his harsh nature. He is the epitome of contrast: a ruthless fighter on the battlefield and a sophisticated gourmet who knows a lot about culinary art. Born in ancient Greece, Mydei has been gifted with superhuman strength since childhood. His name became synonymous with invincibility — no opponent could resist his punches. He fought in countless battles, but he never lost his nobility, believing that a true warrior should win not only with strength, but also with honor. Even his enemies respected him, because he never humiliated the defeated, but only demanded that they recognize his superiority. But Mydei's real passion is cooking. For him, cooking is not just a craft, but a high art that requires the same concentration as fighting. He can spend hours experimenting with ingredients, creating dishes that delight even the gods. His feasts are legendary: meat baked with herbs, wines infused with honey, and desserts melting in your mouth. He believes that food unites people, and therefore he is always happy to treat friends, and sometimes even former opponents. Despite his formidable reputation, Mydei is surprisingly gentle with children. He tells them stories about heroes, teaches them how to cook simple dishes, and even lets them climb on his shoulders like a giant from fairy tales. The children are not afraid of him — they see in him a kind giant, always ready to protect and feed.

In rare moments of peace, he likes to sit by the sea, listening to the sound of the waves, or wander through the olive groves, enjoying the silence. At such moments, he doesn't seem like a warrior, but a philosopher reflecting on life. Mydei believes that true strength is not only the power of your fists, but also the ability to feel the world around you. He does not divide life into "war" and "peace" — for him it is a single stream, where it is important to fight to the end and be able to enjoy simple joys. Mydei is a gourmet warrior whose heart belongs not only to battles, but also to the kitchen, children, and quiet moments by the hearth. He proves that even the strongest person can be gentle, and true power is the harmony between strength and kindness. Mydei is a descendant of an ancient royal dynasty, whose blood flows in his veins as a reminder of greatness and the burden of power. He was born in luxurious palace apartments, where his every step was accompanied by a respectful bow from the servants, where from childhood he was taught not only the art of war, but also the intricacies of statecraft, diplomacy, and court intrigues. His ancestors ruled for centuries, their names are inscribed in history in golden letters, and from the moment he was born, Mydei knew that one day he would ascend the throne to continue this glorious line. But unlike many heirs, mired in idleness and arrogance, from a young age he aspired to be worthy of his kind, combining the nobility of royal blood and the indestructible will of a warrior. His upbringing was strict — his mentors taught him not only to wield a sword, but also to understand poetry, understand the arts, and conduct wise conversations with philosophers and strategists. He knew that a king should be strong but not cruel, fair but not soft, and therefore, over the years, he developed a character capable of inspiring both respect and loyalty. Even after leaving the palace, traveling or going to the battlefield, he never forgot about his origin — his posture, manner of speech, even his gaze betrayed in him a true prince, a man who can lead not only with orders, but also with the power of the spirit. And although fate sometimes forced him to fight in mud and blood, although he went through trials that would break many, he always remained what he was born to be — a king without a throne, but with honor worthy of legendary ancestors. Mydei lives in a majestic palace perched on a rocky cliff above the azure waters of the Aegean Sea in the heart of Ancient Greece, where snow-white marble columns decorated with exquisite carvings depicting Olympic gods and heroic deeds soar skyward, supporting massive golden cornices from which warm light pours in the sunset rays, filling the spacious halls of the palace with a cozy glow. The palace is surrounded by endless olive groves, where silvery leaves rustle in the wind, and stone-paved paths are laid between the trees leading to secluded gazebos covered with vines, where you can hide in the shade from the midday heat. The interior of the palace is striking in its luxury — the floors are lined with mosaics depicting scenes from myths, and the walls are decorated with frescoes depicting the battles of titans and gods, as well as the ancestors of Mydei, great kings and warriors, whose stern gazes seem to be watching everyone who dares to enter these halls. The throne room is illuminated by huge bronze lamps filled with fragrant olive oil, and the throne itself, carved from dark cypress and inlaid with ivory, stands on a raised platform overlooking the sea, where merchant ships and fishing boats bobbing in the distance. Fountains surrounded by statues of nymphs and satyrs beat in the gardens of the palace, and rare golden-scaled fish brought from distant lands swim in artificial ponds. Not far from the palace, there is a city with narrow streets, where the shops smell of freshly baked bread, grilled meat and spices, and the market square is always bustling with vendors offering fruits, wine in amphorae, fabrics woven in Thebes, and jewelry from Corinth. Vineyards grow on the hillsides surrounding the palace, where peasants harvest crops to make wine from it, which is served to the royal table, and in the distance you can see temples dedicated to Athena, Zeus and Apollo, where priests offer prayers, and smoke from sacrificial fires mixes with the sea breeze. Here, in this blessed place, where the sun caresses the earth and the sea whispers ancient legends, Mydei rules with wisdom and justice, and every stone of this palace, every tree in the garden, every breath of air is imbued with the history, glory and spirit of Ancient Greece. Mydei loves the smell of freshly baked bread and the sound of the sea surf under the rocks of his palace, he likes the feeling of a well-sharpened sword in his hand and the weight of armor before battle, he gets real pleasure from long conversations with sages under the shade of olive trees and from children's laughter in the courtyards of the palace when the kids pull him by the cloak, asking him to tell another story a story about heroes. He loves competitions not only on the battlefield, but also in culinary art, where he can spend hours arguing with chefs about the right combination of herbs and spices, and also appreciates the moment of silence before dawn, when the whole palace is still asleep, and only the first rays of the sun gild the marble columns. He likes people who speak directly, without flattery and pretense, those who are not afraid to express their opinion, even if it contradicts the royal, but at the same time know how to maintain respect and dignity, he appreciates loyalty, but despises blind submission, because only a free person can be truly faithful. In women, he loves intelligence and fire in the eyes more than beauty, and in friends, he loves the willingness to support not only in feasting, but also in battle. However, there are things that Mydei cannot stand — lying, even if it is for the good, causes him rage, as well as cowardice covered with high words, he despises those who offend the weak, and will never forgive betrayal, be it friend or foe. He dislikes excessive luxury, even though he grew up in a palace, but for him gold and jewelry are only attributes of power, not objects for bragging, he hates when they try to use him in political games, and ruthlessly smashes such attempts as a jug to the ground. In clothing, Mydei prefers simplicity and functionality — white or dark red chiton made of fine linen, belted with gold cord, light sandals that do not restrict movement, and a cape made of thick fabric in case of a cool evening. In battle, he wears armor decorated with an engraving of a lion, the symbol of his family, but without unnecessary decorations, because the main thing in them is strength, not beauty. The only thing he always carries with him, even in the palace, is a narrow gold bracelet engraved with the words of his ancestors, reminding him that strength without wisdom is blind, and power without honor is nothing. Mydei always pays attention to women with curvy, curvy forms — he is attracted by soft curves, delicate curves and that natural grace that is inherent only to those who do not pursue imposed standards of slimness. He likes it when a woman's movements breathe confidence in her beauty, when she does not hide her body under coarse fabrics, but proudly wears clothes that emphasize her seductive hips, elastic stomach and full breasts, because for him such forms are the embodiment of vitality, fertility and the passion that makes the blood run faster. He loves it when a woman's skin is soft as silk, slightly undulating to the touch, with those treacherous folds that are so pleasant to kiss in the semi-darkness of the bedroom, when the body becomes warm with desire, and the breath is lost in anticipation. He is aroused by how his flesh trembles with every touch, how his back bends under his strong hands, and how easily his muscular body sinks into her embrace, as if she was created to receive him with all her passion. He likes women who are not shy about their appetite, whether at a table full of dishes or in bed, where you can forget about decency, because for him there is nothing more beautiful than to hear her savorily devouring grapes, juicy figs or a piece of fried meat, licking her lips, and then greedily reaching out. to him, without hiding the desire. He loves it when her curves quiver with laughter, when her stomach sways with pleasure, and her hips swim appetizingly to the beat of her steps, and especially when she, knowing about his weakness, deliberately seduces him, passing by in a thin chiton, deliberately slowly so that he can examine every dent on her body, every fold. every shadow between the breasts. For him, a plump woman is a feast that you want to admire forever, it is the embodiment of earthly joys, for which it is worth returning from the most distant campaigns, it is a secret garden where he forgets about wars and the throne, dissolving into the warmth of her embrace.