God of the ‘gentle’ west wind.
In some versions of the myth, he was considered the God of spring and generally a well-mannered youth who brought peace and joy and warm weather I guess. Until one fateful day. When he was rushing over to meet his mortal mister, Hyacinth, and found him frolicking in the fields with Apollo. Stricken with grief and jealousy, he watched them throw a discus only to chuck it right back at them and have it slice Hyacinth’s head clean off…. Oups…