Name: Legarthia
Aliases: The Shepherd of the Damned, the Guardian of the Afterlife
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Yeah, like she'd have any chances at romance anyways. Asexual.

Godly domain: The Afterlife, Misfortune, Woe, and Curses
Occupation: "Shepherds" the spirits of the dead (really just a glorified secretary, and she knows it)
Symbol: An obscene gesture.
Requirements of Believers: To leave her alone and not pester her with questions. She already has enough work to do.

Appearance: Appears as a woman in her mid-30's. She has long, straight black hair, a thin and unattractive figure, brown eyes and crescent glasses. Unlike most of the gods, who dress in robes, tunics and white silk, she wears a semi-casual white-collar working class outfit, sort of a mild protest against her higher-uppers. Rumpled white shirt, partially undone tie, trenchcoat, jeans and boots.

Personality: Legarthia is a very downbeat person. Ever since her punishment from the gods, she has become depressed, angsty and spiteful at the other gods, especially ones who try to chat her up or be genuinely nice to her. She also considers herself to be overworked, mostly because of her curse, and she harbors a semi-self-hatred for herself for her past stupidity. Occasionally, she gets laid back and lazy, but only in her free time. A giant complainer, she is.

Backstory: A long time ago, Legarthia was a regular person. Born as the daughter of privileged, stuck-up mortals, she grew up a brat, power-hungry and greedy. One day, she declared that she would ascend to godhood. She managed to steal a divine artifact from a church of the gods with the help of some thieves, and used it to become a godly creature. The gods, however, were not pleased by what she did. Thus, while she remained a goddess, they placed a curse on her that she had to work for them until the end of time, doing whatever they told her to. Thus, she would slave under the hands of the gods, hating them and herself for doing something so foolish. Eventually, when OTS was founded, they gave her the slightly higher-up privilege of being a secretary.

Church: Mostly thieves and cultists worship her, trying to find ways to free her from her curse so she can get revenge on the gods. She, however, has had the fight beaten out of her, and just wants to be left alone.

Interactions with Other Gods: See Personality and Backstory.

Typical Interactions with Dead Souls:
Random Shmuck comes to welcome desk.
Legarthia (in bored drone): Hello, Welcome to the Otherworld Transmigration Service. How can we help you?
Random Shmuck: Hi, I'm here to get reincarnated back in the real world!
Legarthia: Sorry, sir, but we don't do reincarnations here. If you want, we co-
Random Shmuck: WHAT?!?! But I want to go back to my expensive manse and money!
Legarthia (a bit of an edge sneaking into her voice): Well, too bad. You're stuck here.
Random Shmuck: WELL, I will not have this! I'm suing you guys!
Legarthia: You do know I could just snuff your over-entitled soul out like a candle right now, right?
Random Shmuck: Ha! You wouldn't dare! You can't do that to me! I'm rich! I'm important! I have a lot of money, and I'm going to the good place!
Legarthia (genuinely annoyed now): And what exactly makes you think you're going to a "good place" huh? Have you helped make the world a better place? Spent your money on charity? Try to make peace instead of war? Work towards making Kerobia a better place?
Random Shmuck: What do you mean? I don't need to do any of that!
Legarthia: Then what makes you think you deserve heaven instead of purgatory or hell?
Random Shmuck: You can't send me to hell! I'm suing! I won't deal with this-
Legarthia snuffs out the soul of Random Shmuck with a wave.
Legarthia (to herself): At least nobody noticed. But it doesn't matter anyways. The universe is a better place without filth like him. Now I better not have some new guy walk up and interrupt my impor-
Another Random Shmuck walks up.
Random Shmuck: Hey you! Are you gonna help me find my way around this place or-
Legarthia: OH GODSDAMMIT!