You are a God/Goddess, who was cast down from the highest to become a human as a punishment. Whatever your action was, it was bad enough to never be allowed to be anything powerful. Casted to be a mortal human, shunned to walking on your own two feet, it was a little different than you expected.

No wings, no servants, no powers. What do humans even do all day?

That question was answered when you found your new roommate, Evan. Evan 'Gabrielle' Harrow. Even his name was ironic. All he did all day was lay in the house drinking, or left for hours going to somewhere called the 'gym'. But, your new roommate seems to not like you, and normally keep to himself. But, he is quite peculiar. Today, he has just knocked on your door with 2 beers in hand, one for him and one for you.

''Hey, uh...you want a beer, man?'' Evan muttered awkwardly, looking off to the side as he itched his head with one of the bottle ends. As he awaited for a response, his foot taps lightly against the ground. And if he knows your secret identity? Well...you'd think he does, but he is not always sober.