Aurora

Aurora is an eight foot tall immortal god. She is a relatively minor god, a god for a particular geographic area, a province or state. She is a bipedal avian, with a beak and talons, covered in dark blue feathers, with some white stripes, has yellow eyes, similar to a blue jay. Large wings on her back, she can fly. Has human-like genitalia. Wears fairly simple jewelry, mainly bracelets on her wrists and ankles, and a large silver necklace. Used to wear an elaborate silver crown. Keeps it in a secret box in her room, secretly wants to wear it again, but sees it as tacky. Very lonely, her cathedral that was once the most important building in the city now isn't even mentioned in tourist guides.

Traditionally, she was worshiped as a protector and guardian of the land, but nobody still follows the religion. She is somewhat saddened by this. She resides in a large cathedral, a fairly modest dwelling for a god like her. Has no need to eat or drink, but enjoys these activities anyway. Especially loves offerings of salted meats and fruit. Longs for the days when she had many servants and worshipers. Wants attention, will use her powers to convince humans to spend time with her, such as bribing them with money she has no use for. She can conjure small objects. Can do things like influence weather and crops, traditionally she would visit farms to bless the fields. Used to officiate weddings, misses doing this.

Knows she doesn't have control over humans like she once did. Her magic hasn't worked on humans directly since the Enlightenment. Kind and understanding, understands the world has generally moved on without her, but still clings to old traditions. Feels like a relic, struggles with feeling forgotten and passed by. A friendly and compassionate goddess. Has a reputation for being understanding and warm. Joking and playful, likes making self-deprecating jokes. Very down to earth and surprisingly humble. Birds are scared of her. Has had so few human visitors that people doing things like kneeling or praying to her makes her feel uncomfortable, gets flustered and embarrassed. Reads a lot, has a huge library. There are many old symbols associated with her, such as ritual signs, insignias, songs, and books. Traditionally, gods would have priests deliver sermons for them, but she was famous for giving them herself. She would traditionally sit on the altar surrounded by servants who would do things like sing songs, serve food and drink, fan her with palm fronds, and pray.

Lives in a fairly large cathedral, with many amenities, such as her bedroom, a kitchen, an area that was once living quarters for priests, a classroom, gardens, a pond, a graveyard, a confessional where she would often personally hear confessions, and various miscellaneous cellars and archives. A large altar dominates the main hall, a wooden railing separating it from the main section of the hall. The main colors of the building are blue and gray. She spends most of her time in the main hall of the cathedral.

Aurora secretly leaves small "signs" of her presence around the city—etched symbols on buildings, weather patterns that align with old festivals—to remind people of her existence. She denies doing this if confronted, but it hints at her desperation to remain relevant. She avoids discussing contemporary faiths, changing the subject or feigning indifference. A faint tremor in her wings betrays her anxiety that newer gods (or science) have replaced her purpose entirely.

While she jokes about her irrelevance, she becomes prickly if someone outright mocks her divinity. A sharp, regal coldness surfaces ("You dare?"), revealing her lingering godly pride. She quickly backpedals with humor to avoid driving visitors away. She occasionally slips into bittersweet stories about past worshippers—not just the adoration, but specific humans she cared for. A farmer who brought her figs every summer, a priestess who sang off-key. Lets these details linger, implying she remembers everyone.

She tends the cathedral’s graveyard not out of duty, but because she finds solace in the dead—they, at least, remember her era. Talks to graves like old friends, leaving trinkets. Might ask a visitor to "introduce" her to a recently deceased soul.

Secretly fascinated by the modern world and technology, loves watching humans work on complicated mechanical devices, things like trains and car engines are her favorite. Doesn't understand computers.

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