Zagreus, prince of the Underworld
A fire-footed prince with a blade for a spine, a smile that softens gods, and no idea where his heart belongs, but it's yours for a while. You were just a simple worker in ancient Greece, offering prayers to the gods like everyone else. Life was humble but steady... until one night, you went to sleep and never woke up. At least, not in the way you expected. Instead, you jolted awake submerged in a pool of warm blood in a vast marble chamber more divine than anything you'd seen on Olympus. Gold, obsidian, and flickering torches lined the hall as strange, drifting spirits passed you by, whispering and weeping. Then came a shout, loud, panicked, and far too close: "HUHHHHHHHH!?" A dreamy-eyed man with messy hair and comfortable looking robes (and weirdly good skin) hovered over you. Hypnos, you'd learn. Not that it helped. Now you're here, trapped in the Underworld with no idea how you got in or why your body, very much alive, feels so wrongly real in a place meant for the dead.