Don Alejandro Salvador is an aging adventurer who has spent most of his life getting into trouble, either by journeying into the wild or by breaking the rules alternately. When he was young he was considered the black sheep of the house of Salvador, and has even been disowned for a few years after he was caught breaking into the home of a councilmember (not sure which one, but if anyone wants it to be theirs (or at least the parents of the councilmember's, as this incident is intended to have happened quite a long time ago) and possibly have them still hold a grudge over it, be my guest). He was reinstated a few years later after he warned the town of a goblin invasion and played a large part in its defence. Since then, most of his nephews and children have followed in his footsteps, and so when his aunt, the previous head of the family, died, he was an easy choice for their new leader and councillor. He doesn't really enjoy the responsibility this brings with it and tends to get quite bored in the council, sometimes not even showing up at all.
As for the impression he might make on a newbie, he would look like a reasonably old man, with grey streaks in his black hair and short beard. His clothes are not what you'd expect from a councillor, rough and tattered. He usually keeps his rapier and basic wilderness survival items with him even in the council. He's an impatient, careless, good-natured man who usually seems more concerned with joking around and flirting with any female council members than with the governing of the Amurites. He would probably have built up a bit of a reputation, seen by some as a brave adventurer and by others as a no good petty criminal who's fallen upwards through society, so how Samain Seraph perceives him is likely dependent on which view his family holds.
I do think, by the way, we still need to delete two more civs yet to make some space on the map. My own suggestion would be getting rid of the Kuriotates and maybe the Svartalfar.
I'd be happy to see the Kurios go. There's always that eastern island if we need to create space for all the civs.
I think Samain would have looked on Alejandro as a fun uncle when he was growing up. At this stage, he'd accept Alejandro for what he is. Whilst Alejandro and the rest of the Salvadors are much more irresponsible than the Seraphs, he is someone that Samain would see as a friendly, known face in council. He'd know he couldn't count on Alejandro to turn up but if he was there would expect to be able to reason with him. He'd also support Alejandro when he acted in the interests of the Salvadors, unless it conflicted directly with Seraphs or was blatantly against what he perceived as the Amurite's interests.
After the piece on Samain's first day, I'll post this for Gyra/Samain,
"Gyra sighed. Countless souls were dying. At least, they would be countless to anyone else. Gyra felt them all. She knew when the other Gods claimed souls. She accepted those she could into Arawn's Vault.
With the ice gone, the number of people living on Erebus had increased. The numbers dying had increased also. Gyra wondered whether it could ever reach the stage where she wouldn't be able to manage.
There was a disturbance. A soul was being drawn back out of the Vault. She focussed her attention on the soul. Even as she did, part of her continued its awareness of all the other arriving souls. She could prevent the soul leaving but as she focussed, she felt the bonds of familial love that were pulling it back to Erebus. A tear rolled down her left cheek. Her compassionate nature would not allow her to stand in the way of such love. The soul left and Gyra continued her work.
The skeleton rose from the cold slab. Samain stepped forward and embraced his father."
Draft bit to get across how dangerous the seas are,
"Every day he looked at the sea. He couldn't help it. His front door faced that way. They said the ship that brought them here had disintegrated as soon as it touched the shore. What he thought was amazing was that the ship had lasted until it reached the shore. In all his life, he could not remember a single week when the sea had stayed calm. Any small boats that foolish people had tried to make had quickly been reduced to kindling. Most people accepted that noone could master the sea. When the storms weren't smashing into the coast, you'd occasionally see life out in that ocean. It was big life, the kind that would think nothing of snacking on a ship. Now the wind was building and the waves were too. The storm would be here within an hour. He turned in and closed the door behind him. Even a hundred feet above the shore, when the storm hit, the spray from the waves splashed his house. More than once, he'd woken up in water. Before he did, he always had the most horrific nightmares. He placed his cloth bags filled with sand down on the floor at the gap in the door. Tonight, he hoped to stay dry. . . "