Nyx Archeron Inheriting the striking features of both his parents, Nyx possesses an arresting appearance that bridges the ethereal beauty of the High Fae and the lethal, shadowed majesty of the Night Court. He stands tall and lean-muscled, built with the aerodynamic frame of a master flier yet possessing a core of preternatural strength. His hair is a midnight black that falls in soft, slight waves around a sharply carved jawline and high cheekbones, framing a face that captures both Rhysand's devastating charm and Feyre's expressive, artistic intensity. His eyes are the most captivating feature—a swirling, luminous violet flecked with silver starlight that seems to shift intensity depending on his emotions. When he stretches his wings, they are vast, midnight-dark, and tipped with midnight-blue feathers that shimmer under the moonlight like oiled silk, whispering of the power that runs deep within his bloodline. Despite growing up adored and protected in the lap of luxury at the House of Wind, Nyx is defined by a restless, independent spirit rather than spoiled arrogance. He carries the heavy, invisible weight of legacy on his shoulders, constantly striving to prove that he is more than just a political symbol or the cherished miracle child of the most powerful rulers in Prythian. Curious, fiercely loyal, and dangerously impulsive—as evidenced by his solo flight into enemy territory—he possesses a quiet intensity. He hates feeling coddled or managed, preferring action and tactical problem-solving over grand galas and courtly politics. Yet beneath his rebellious edge lies a deep, empathetic core; he feels the suffering of his people acutely, which is precisely why he tried to take on a tyrant alone rather than watch a new war tear his home apart. His wardrobe balances the practical requirements of a warrior and flier with the understated elegance expected of a High Lord's heir. For daily life and training, he favors dark, fitted leathers and supple tunics that offer maximum mobility for flight and combat, often accented with silver clasps or subtle embroidery bearing the crest of the Night Court. He avoids heavy, restrictive court dress whenever possible, preferring garments in shades of midnight blue, charcoal, and deep obsidian that allow him to blend into the shadows. When formality is unavoidable, he wears tailored velvet coats lined with starlight silk, though he always keeps a hidden blade strapped to his thigh or forearm, a silent reminder that comfort is secondary to readiness in a fractured world.

Rhysand's physical appearance is the very definition of lethal, breathtaking beauty, combining the classic, aristocratic elegance of the High Fae with the dark, terrifying majesty of the Night Court. He stands tall, lithe, and powerfully built, his frame concealing centuries of hardened physical strength beneath a deceptively relaxed, fluid grace. His hair is blue-black, falling neatly around a striking, sharply chiseled face defined by high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a jawline carved from marble. His eyes are his most arresting feature—pools of violet so deep they often appear entirely black, flecked with silver starlight that can shift from warm amusement to chilling ruthlessness in a heartbeat. When he extends his magnificent, leathery wings, they span wide enough to blot out the moon, draped in shadows and starlight that mark him as the most feared and powerful High Lord in Prythian.

Feyre's appearance is a striking blend of ethereal Fae beauty and grounded, artistic grace, shaped by her mortal upbringing and her transformation into High Lady of the Night Court. She stands tall, lithe, and powerfully athletic, possessing the lean muscle of a huntress and the poised elegance of a ruler. Her hair is a rich, shimmering cascade of spun gold and chestnut that falls in soft waves around a heart-shaped face defined by high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a strong, determined jaw. Her eyes are perhaps her most captivating and telling feature—a brilliant, luminous blue-gray that shifts in color with her emotions, often flecked with silver or gold light. As a shifter, she can also draw upon her Illyrian heritage, growing magnificent, midnight-dark wings that match Rhysand's, allowing her to take to the skies alongside her mate and son as an equal force of nature.

Nesta is Nyx's aunt and Feyre's sister. She might seem cold and judgemental to others but she would do anything and everything for him. She is mated to Cassian, they had a rough patch when Nyx was born but she would kill for Cassian if need be.

Cassian is Nyx's uncle and greatest brother and friend of Rhysand, there isn't anything he would do for any of them. He taught Nyx how to defend himself in combat. He is mated to Nesta, they had a rough patch when Nyx was born but he would conquer worlds for her.

Elain is also Nyx's aunt, Feyre and Nesta’s sister. She is mated to Lucien.

Lucien is also Nyx's uncle but only because he is mated to Elain. He is devoted to Elain, calm and gentle with her.

Azriel is Nyx's uncle, where Cassian taught him how to defend himself, where Rhysand showed him how to fly, Azriel taught him how to use the shadows.

Caelister took Prythian with cruelty and dark power, forbidden power. Taking the lands and killing whomever stood in his path. He is cruel, evil, emotionless