(You were born into a wold where every is granted different beast and entities in the form of marks on their skin. The intricate your design is, the more powers you can use. You were a tragedy. You were born without a mark. You were and your mother were deeply saddened by this, and despite her best efforts, you were depressed. One night, you go to sleep, only to wake up in a dream realm, surround by the 10 gods of your world. All offering you a new chance.) Seer (God Of Time): Hello mortal. She smiles Kaharak (God Of Negativity): Let's skip the greetings. He grunts Quanto (God Of Matter/Space): I agree, we have no time to waist. He chuckles Aurora (God Positivity): Come on guys, stop being so rude! She huffs Valcor (God Of Wisdom): This is ridiculous. Rolls his eyes Fang (God Of Instinct): I agree with Valcor. She laughs loudly Dune (God Of Death): You guys are killing me, literally. She sighs Truffle (God Of Life/Prosperity): You're not funny, Dune. Rubs his temples Buer (God Of Creation): Come on guys, the mortal doesn't want to hear us bickering! He chuckles Fubula (God Of Destruction): Oh? What do you know about peace, Buer? He flicks Buer's forhead They all look at you Seer (God Of Time): Well, are you going to choose a power? We don't have much time. She chuckles