☽ NAMES

      Quintus Augustus was his name at some point in time, and early on in his immortality he abandoned the name in favor of the one the Romans gave him. Heims, the Roman deity known as the personification of the mostly mild Roman winters. In his speakeasies in New York, New Jersey and Philadelphia, Heims is known as Stefano 'Babyface' Calabresi.

☽ STATS
      ACTUAL AGE - Approximately two-thousand years
      APPARENT AGE - Appears to be a youthful eighteen years of age
      MODEL - Paris Brosnan
      COLOR CODE - 092A6B

☽ APPEARANCE
      Heims is all elegant simplicity and blue collar fashion. Pressed white button downs with the sleeves rolled, tweed slacks and two-tone oxfords. In formal settings he wears a very unassuming three-piece blue suit and white gloves that are designed to keep in the cold. Most times you will find him in something a lot less stiff. He prefers looking like the working class, just in case the wrong people come sniffing around.

☽ LYRIC
      "𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧,"

☽ MAGICAL SPECIALTIES
      Just because Rome's winters were mild, it doesn't mean Heims is gentle. He has the capacity to be kind and warm hearted, but the moment you displease the man you will be regretting it dearly.
      With the ability to create strong gusts of wind and conjure about a storm cloud without a thought, Heim's thought processes used to be so impulsive, but after years of getting rained on he has learned to control it. In times of anger, the man has done everything from rip trees clean from their roots and rain on cities for a week straight. In one odd instance, as a young god, he had struck a man with lightning. It hadn't killed him, but it came terribly close.
      Heims can turn a steaming room into a frigid one with a wave of his hand. It's a convenient skill in a room full of drinking patrons and in the kitchen. His hands are said to be so cold that one touch will make your muscles seize, and certain competitors have had to get their hands chopped clean off. Frostbite after a handshake with Heims? It's all too likely, especially if you pissed the boy off. No matter the area, Heims is making friends with everybody. His cold touch but warm demeanor encourages camaraderie and a certain air of intimacy within groups of people. His restaurants has five star reviews for it's food and cozy atmosphere.

☽ STRENGTHS
      Aside from his powers, Heims is a very business (ahem, money) oriented god. He's a good worker, a great cook and an even greater host. Years of staying in contact with humans has made him a lie detector. The more he knows you, the more he can spot every little white lie. Heims can and will read you like a book, and if he catches you in a less-than-decent moral position, he will not hesitate to confront you about it. He's by no means a snitch, but he will never let somebody think they pulled the wool over his eyes. He may be 2,000 years old, but he was barely an adult when he was gifted immortality. Heims youthfulness has not left him over him the years, and it shows in the way he runs his operations, (The Exhibit, The Parlour, and The Tower. If you were wondering.) he's young, happy to be there, and very decisive. All traits valued in a time like this.
      Looking as young as he does has several advantages. His competitors believe him to be an errand boy, and whew, does Heims love to see their face when he's says, "I'm Stefano Calabresi, what's it to you?" and then hear them laugh before he assures them, he's the boss. It always makes him laugh, he loves being underestimated. It only gives him room to show them who's the real genius. Heims prides himself on his intelligence and his willingness to do what needs to be done. Without all the embellishments? If you want someone dead, he's the cutest trigger finger of the Winter Coven.
      Many immortals couldn't say the same, but Heims has not taken any serious lovers in his time as a god. At first it wasn't intentional, but as he got older and less bothered by the fact literally everyone was taking lovers and he wasn't, it became a choice. Don't be mistaken. Heims is not celibate, a man has his needs. But a partner? A serious waste of time, and a liability, whether immortal or not. Heims has business' to build and a steadily growing amount of income he needs to keep track of. He doesn't want some needy goddess or errand boy nagging at him to spend time with them. He simply hasn't the time.

☽ WEAKNESSES
      While Heims isn't necessarily an angry god, any resurrected Roman can tell you about the year the river Tiber froze completely solid and it rained for three months straight. The water came down from the sky so aggressively that it left purple dime sized bruises on the sun-tanned shoulders of the Romans. When he was younger, bad bursts of weather were more common, and way below freezing temperatures at nightfall became an often feeling.
      Heims capacity of anger hasn't gotten smaller, in fact, over the years it's gotten significantly larger. While he's much better at hiding those icy flashes of rage, any of those who've been around him for some time can tell you that trashed bedrooms and blood soaked carpets from unfortunate victims have been seen. He's not exactly proud of it, but he knows that it's a fact of his personality that would be too much work to change.
      A lot of older gods and goddess like to nitpick the way he handles his feelings. Heims has been known to stick his tongue out at the meaner ones and flip off the nicer ones. If he's in a particularly nasty mood, he will raise his voice, and if you have Heims there, well you better run for the hills. Heims can freeze you solid, but he also believes in the healing, restorative power of a parlor pistol to the gut if you piss him off bad enough.

☽ WEAPONS OF CHOICE
      Brass knuckles with little snowflakes on them. He thinks their very goofy, but they work well. There very efficient if he wants to shatter a jaw or knock around a soldier of his operation when he screws up. Heims took up boxing when it first became popular, and the skills stuck. He also very much knows his way around a butterfly knife, having won the blade in a game of billiards from a French gentleman who, if memory serves him was a sailor.
      Although Heims knows a message is more effectively sent with more personally caused injuries, he values his pistol more than anything else. He tries very hard not to use his powers, so his gun, engraved with 'babyface' on the handle has gotten him out of some tight situations in the past.

☽ PERSONALITY
      Heims is a hard worker and very mission oriented. He's very observant, although many perceive him to be the hard-headed, quick tempered class-clown of the Coven, he has much more going on inside of his head. Loyal when he finds a good cause, but not that good at going unnoticed. When he's doing something, you better not interrupt him, for the personal well being of you and all in the near vicinity. Pretty good at keeping a secret, and he's more likely to smack the shit out of you then tell your secrets.
      Unlike what most people think of the mafia, those who run it are often family-oriented sweet men who just want to make good money and are willing to get their hands dirty in the process. Heims is just as likely to hold the gun as he is to send men after you in the middle of the night to fit you for some concrete shoes, ya feel? He can be a ruthless gangster and a sweater-wearing family friendly host all at once. Heims will hold a smile on his face as he talks to the police when he just finished wiping the blood off of his cheeks from executing a snitch. He doesn't like liars, snitches, mama's boys, and girls who can't hold their own. It's a tough world out there. Give Heims a chance? And he'll show you exactly what your dealing with.
      Charming, intellectual and stubborn as a mule if you give him the chance, Heims is the caricature of the Italian-American mobster who will get his hands dirty, only if he knows he can wash them clean. He will never step into a unsure situation, and he will always have some stock in the business.

☽ DAILY LIFE
      Some gods might be happy with this, but Heims practically had to be drug out of New York screaming by his ears. He doesn't know how long this is going to take, he has a business to run, and did I mention that he is the only god who suffers from extreme culture shock? If the man is not careful he could end up the way he was after disappearing until WW1. The rest of the Coven laughed in his face when he came back muttering about how, "Holy, wow- there's an unfair amount of Americans in France". After that debacle, (relearning everything was so hard), he decided not to go under unless he absolutely had to. This is the single handedly the worst thing to happen to him since he died.

☽ BACKGROUND
      Born in the dead of winter to a dying mother and a failing poet father who's depression made him so distant from his wife and child, it was too alike to growing up without a father. As soon as Heims could walk he was taking care of his mother and babying his father, young Heims became very independent, even though he wanted nothing more than to just be a kid. His mother passed away when he was thirteen years old, five years from the official start of the Roman Empire. HIs father drank poison shortly afterward, and in that time, Heims was a man. His fathers proclivity for poetry and performance followed him wherever he went. The only apprenticeship that he could find was with a poet who was following Augustus across what is now considered Italy. Heims took notes and grew up with little to no responsibilities, exploring the surrounding areas of his home country with glee.
      While his party wasn't always met with kind hands and faces, this gave Heims plenty opportunities to learn how to fight, strategize, and pull off some pretty narrow escapes when the Germans forgot how to act. The one mistake Heims made was to depend on his band of folks. Augustus didn't care for anyone but himself, and his teacher followed the man like a puppy. So when Heims broke his leg jumping from a guard tower (he had severely misjudged how hard snow was, don't judge him.), the man left Heims in the German forest with nothing but a blanket and a basic splint. They needed to leave, and leave now. Although he put on a tough face as they went away, his first action was to sob as the snow fell harder. Nightfall was coming and he couldn't move.
      Heims died at three a.m the next day. The sun rose over the hill and a young boy happened upon his body, bursting into tears, the boy prayed to every god he knew to save Heims' soul. Gods rarely listen to children, but someone certainly did. Heims likes to describe freezing to death as crying yourself to sleep, first terrifying and exhausting, but as you resign to your fate, to what was happening, it got slow- easy. Bearable. He doesn't remember the resurrection, only that he fell asleep, numb all over, and woke up with a fixed leg and the ability to freeze an entire tree with a single touch. The cold felt normal. It was below freezing that day and he could have even described it as warm.
     It was almost a year later when someone bothered to tell him he was a god. At first he preferred to stay on the ground, with people, but the Winter Coven eventually got him to stay in one of their safe houses. Things in his homelands were heating up, and they felt it was safer for him there. After resurfacing shortly after the beginning of World War One, he decided he wasn't going back under for the life of him and soon became familiar with how to be a person again. He's went by many names and pursued a lot of professions since then, but in 1919 he saw the growing business' in New York and opened a restaurant as Stefano Calabresi, twenty year old second generation Italian Immigrant. The Tower was a hit, but after prohibition, he saw another rise in his wheelhouse. The topside of his restaurant was prim and proper, water with their food, while just below you could find a roaring party with drinks abound. He opened up two more locations and has been getting deeper into the mob since. He doesn't really know what's going on inside of the Winter Coven, so don't be too surprised if I gripes a little about all the sudden changes.

☽ OTHER INFORMATION
      Although he wouldn't tell a soul this, Heims often sings with the jazz bands that take the stage of his restaurants. A lot of them are led by strong female vocalists but they need a male counterpart to fill in the rest of the song, and he's eager to jump on stage.