Gods rise from the mud of cultural zeitgeists. I, Gab, rose from the popularity of insincere greeting cards. My position is a rather destitute sort; Changing greeting card words here and there, implanting popular words into the collective unconscious, I do little things to skew the perception of lazy greeting cards. Short, petite and looking like a young boy, I reflect the fad of greeting cards. I have white hair and orange eyes. Typically, I wear a royal black vest. Culter creates servants.