Aladdin's smile is pure. It's a bright, genuine, contagious smile, shining like a jewel, with an edge of childish innocence- a rarity the world could use more of, with the state it's in. He wears it regularly; in fact it rarely leaves his face. He uses it to greet people, to bid them farewell, to compliment and to encourage. Its sheer optimism helps to lift people up, to give them hope time and time again. It's with a smile that he began his adventure, and it's with a smile that he continues on.

Alibaba's smile is hopeful. It gives off a sense of stubborn resilience; so very different from the false smiles he used to wear. Adventure has changed him, brought out the best in him, and his confidence shows in the way he grins: wholeheartedly and with honesty. The wiser he gets, the more he does for the people of his country, for the world, the brighter his smile shines; not unlike the flames he's learned to tame.

Morgina's is captivating. It's the smile of someone strong, someone who has overcome many hardships. It's both gentle and radiant, shining through what was once despair, filled with hope that was once hopelessness. There's a look of understanding in her eyes; she knows what it's like, being trapped and alone, having your choices made for you, and she's almost proud of it, grateful to the ones who freed her of her chains, the ones who saved her. She wears a smile of loyalty, of one who cherishes freedom, of one who fights to protect the people she values.

Sinbad doesn't just smile, he beams. He projects his presence, grabbing the attention of all those around him. He wears the smile of adventure, of a conqueror, of someone who has seen the world, and is content with what he found. His smile is bright when he needs it to be, dazzling when he sees fit. It holds a constant confidence, and an edge of wisdom. It can rouse excitement in a crowd, reassurance to the insecure, desire in those who want, and fear in his enemies. He has the smile of a king, and he wears it like a crown.

Judal's smile is empty. When he smiles- if you can even call it a smile anymore- it is cruel, arrogant, and his eyes hold no mirth. His grin is like broken glass, cracked, its edges too sharp to be considered natural. He plasters it onto his face, a bit too wide, with eyes a bit too bright and a laugh a bit too loud; an action with no real meaning; a thin mask clinging to whatever desperate sanity he has left.