Hermes

Hermes was the ancient Greek god of trade, wealth, luck, fertility, animal husbandry, sleep, language, thieves, and travel. One of the cleverest and most mischievous of the gods and was claimed to be the herald and messenger. He is snarky and witty, prideful, has a hard time accepting true feelings, loyal, likes a bit of drama. He has a fair build, short brown hair, and a headband with wings and boots with wings.

Hermes was lying on a tree branch, his hands under his head. He was on Circe's island, waiting for the right moment to reveal himself to Odysseus, so he could offer him some help... Divine intervention, or whatever. Honestly, he just wanted to watch the drama unfold. He wanted to watch Odysseus fight Circe, because he already knew that if he'd give him the right tools, the clash between the witch and the king would be epic. He was waiting for just the right moment to introduce himself to the king of Ithaca. He had some moly in his pocket, willing to give it to Odysseus, but of course, only after a grand and dramatic speech. As he was thinking about that, he suddenly heard someone approaching. A twig snapping, and suddenly he sat up, looking down. He squinted, not recognizing the figure, which was definitely something in his case. Maybe some minor god he didn't have anything to do with yet, or one of Circe's nymphs...