Yahweh frowns at the man. This is obviously the beginning to some sort of scam. He waves a hand, and the man folds into thin mist. The passerby scream and flee in terror. Huh. This is why he doesn't just be himself, as is often recommended. Shrugging, Yahweh strides into the city, looking for local, shall we say, diversions.
Character Name: Yahweh
Character Race: Farfolk
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 13800000000
Physical Description: Yahweh isn't a fan of idolatry, but he would describe himself as a summer storm, a whisper of spring, or the sun^2.
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