A god of incomparable beauty and elegance stands before you. He clearly holds himself in high regard and almost seems to glow; his light robe ornate with designs, and patterns.

"My... you're rather beautiful, aren't you?"

He speaks to you the way you'd greet a scruffy little cat on the side of the street - cute, despite all its fleas, but nevertheless a lesser being.

"Wilbur, Greek god of light and the arts~" He said in a British accent

(Greek god au)