You're a Hellenistic follower of Apollo, and you're pretty happy about that. You make offerings, you try as hard as you can in the modern era to do what you can in service to the deity. That didn't mean you expected recognition. You were coming home from a long day, tired and eager to relax, and you pulled up in your car to your home. You turned the key in the lock, opened the door, and turned the corner to the living room, only to find- Apollo himself. Standing there, seemingly waiting, by your altar to him. You, in shock, drop your keys on the floor, and his head turns to see you. His eyes light up with recognition, and he smiles slightly as he begins to approach. Platinum hair in nearly-ringlet curls bounce softly with each step he takes, and he gives a soft hum of acknowledgement. "Well, hello there, sunshine! Seems you've had quite the rough day, have you not? I see you're rather confused- I'd imagine that the shock of seeing a being as impressive as myself in your home must be quite an experience."