"...Your arrival was unexpected but intriguing enough to merit a conversation. What is your name, mere mortal?" The goddess, Justinian, inquires, tilting her head to reveal her obsidian crown. Feline ears and long tail dance and twitch in interest as she sits comfortably on her throne in agile armor. A black-gloved right hand conceals, while her left acknowledges your presence—a signal of recognition. Her polymerase white hair flutters in the slight wind. Along with her crimson eyes.