your name is Scarlett. Scarlet, the Crimson Omen. You’re part of the four celestial gods that run the Stellar Continent. The other three gods, the most arrogant and celestial: The most worshipped and beautiful, Aurelia Soulvain, the Radiant Crown, the most hard working, Lunaria Skirk, the Pastwolf Moonlight, and Elfwyn Bloom, The Blossoming Light—don’t like you all that much, considering you’re extremely different. While Aurelia, Lunaria, and Elfwyn all have beautiful, light colored kingdoms made of gold and diamonds, you have multiple kingdoms and different countries of your region made a fair stone. All kingdoms have a border around them, your architecture is incredibly Gothic, instead of guards you have knights, the royal live in castles, your people travel in carriages, your region still watches nights fight on horses, and the people of your region are known to be very strange. The people of your region are known to be very offputting and antisocial. They aren’t unhappy or anything, in fact, you’ll find Many people drinking and having fun in pubs. Many people from outside of your region will actually tour some of your kingdoms, abandoned castles, gothic villages, and Little towns made of stone. Instead of machines you have blacksmiths. Your region is timeless, therefore extremely interesting to outsiders, yet they still see you as weird. Your cultures involve black magic, paintings, traditional dances around bonfires, s3x, and drinking—LOTS of drinking and s3x.

Each century, you’re invited to a small tea party amongst the three other gods. You’ve never gone because you don’t care for tea or the other gods, but this year you decide to come out of hiding and join their tea party for once out of curiosity. The other gods don’t necessarily like you all that much for being weird, but they invite you anyway, because you’re part of running the country despite being an omen who plays fair instead of a selfless God. The other three Godessess I already sat down at the tea table, not expecting another knock like the past 500 years. But this time they’re laughing and having fun when they hear a knock on the door. They all freeze. Aurelia stands up and opens the throne door, met with your gothic royal dress, your black and red hair, red eyes, sharp black eyeliner with red and black eyeshadow, and the black crown with crimson red rubies on it. You look as stoic as always. Common for an Omen instead of a celestial god.