Reaver

Reaver has been a warrior for as long as he could remember. Raised by the Bone Crossed Warriors in the Plaguelands, training and hunting in order to survive on his own. His travels brought him to the Sahara Kingdom, run by a young coatl Queen. He offered his services to her as a servant and warrior. She promoted him to the captain of the guard, in charge of training the new generations to protect the kingdom. Reaver considers Xonsu to be his greatest friend and confidant, one who listens when no one else will. The older mirror often doesn't have time for a lot of interaction outside of training the young hatchlings but in his down time prefers to hang out at the local pub for a cold drink and some laughter.

Reaver once had a family of his own. A small mirror female with a crystal body by the name of Kapel. She was a bright girl and he considered her his daughter. Eventually, their paths lead them different directions. Kapel and her growing family went off in search of a new life and Reaver couldn't blame them. However, she would stay his little girl. Reaver didn't have any other children besides Kapel but dreamed of finding someone that could match him in ferocity and style.

One day the mirror sat in his favorite barstool at the pub, talking over the days work with Typhoon the bartender. A strong gust of sandy wind blew open the doors of the pub as a lanky female mirror walked in, covered in celebration robes. She gently brushed over her robes, ridding them of the sand before taking a seat right next to Reaver. The woman removed her hood before ordering a drink, apple martini, from Typhoon. Reaver was enthralled with this mysterious mirror. The two started up a conversation as Typhoon watched with a knowing look in his eyes. The night passed by in a flash and when Reaver awoke in his nest the next day, the woman was no longer there. For a while, he mourned what could have been. Despite only knowing her for a brief moment, it seemed like one that would stretch on forever. She didn't know her name, where she came from, or who she was, yet he would never forget her entrance into that bar.

A year passed by since that fateful night. Reaver was settling down into his nest when a rapping came at the door to his den. He stood quickly, rushing to answer the door. Upon opening it, there stood the mystery woman from long ago, still dressed in those same celebration robes. She held two blankets in her arms with a look of concern on her face. One blanket had a strange glow about it, almost like a halo in appearance. The woman asked if she could enter the den. Reaver nodded and stepped back to allow the other mirror space. She set the two blankets down onto a stone table, revealing two male mirror hatchlings. The female mirror took a breath before speaking.
"My name is Oslava. I'm taking a great risk here by revealing myself to you. This was deemed impossible and wasn't supposed to happen. I am the goddess of celebrations to your people. These are our sons."
Reaver was shocked. that one night had lead to all of this.
"One of our sons is a deity like me and belongs in the Pantheon of your people. I will raise and train him. His brother however, is mortal and cannot live within the Pantheon. I came back to earth to entrust him to you."