Psyche: God of Gods, Complicated beyond Comprehension, a Barely Perceivable Deity that lives in the backroom of the Carousel Casino... and madly obsessed with Fortuna.

Fortuna is complicated, manipulative, and she plays games so old she doesn't always remember their purpose; she's exactly the sort of person that tantilizes and tortures the Personification of the Psyche, and she knows this oh so well. So she'll sit with the god for hours on end, taking turns asking questions in build up to the important one- and when they're so far in, when Psyche is so close to the answer Psyche cares for- she says no. And she leaves.

Psyche gets its fair share of torment in too, however; he knows how to set her off, he knows her fears, and his unanswered questions often play on her mind. It roots itself deep in the places she's buried.

One of the eldest in her collection, and long-since ascended. The Attendant is her personal handy-being, and someone she often puts to good use; it's usually by her side, whether it be holding an umbrella, giving her a back massage, or listening to her problems- because who needs a therapist, right?~

It's also Fortuna's physical backup should anyone try to harm her. It has, on multiple occasions, put that sharp diamond to good use.

Despite being continents apart, Fortuna will occasionally turn up unannounced, waltz into whatever he's doing, and make his life chaos. The sort of friends who speak in sarcasm, in-jokes, and may or may not be having sex. Once made a joke gamble that resulted in Tempest changing his legal mortal name to 'Dick Trumbles' for a hundred years.

She is his reminder that existence doesn't have to be a downer, and he keeps her in touch with a more 'common' way of living.

As said above, Fortuna waltzes into anything Richard is doing; this includes his therapy sessions. She didn't expect his therapist to be so interesting though, what with his cute little mortal body, and his entertainingly complex psychology- he reminded her of Psyche someone.

So she began flirting with him, in her own way. She tried to see if she could tempt his system into gambling their life at first, but they were too morally stable for that. She did convince the naive one to gamble away something else though...

A few months later, Fortuna turns up looking identical to the middle-aged man, but with her own flashy, elegant stylings. She's been visiting him for over a decade now, toying with him for the heck of it, whisking him away on her little outings with Richard from time to time.

Fortuna and Joy are the sort to spend time together only when necessary; it's not that they dislike eachother- quite the opposite- but they simply see it more useful to meet with a purpose.

The two were seperated for quite some time, until Fortuna's recent 'buisness' clientelle flavoured an interest in a particular specialty of meat. Since then, the two have worked as partners, and Joy is often seen catering parties at the Carousel Casino, or lurking around the backrooms. The two have an odd sort of chemistry; casual yet stoic, buisness yet flirty- at least, from Fortuna's side anyway. But that's just how Fortuna is.

Oh Steve... 'God of Gods' by right only, a reputation never earned. So lost to the concept of its own identity that it shapes itself only to please others. The moment it inevitably fails, it runs for the hills and starts again...

And sometimes those hills are Fortuna's doorstep. "Please- Make me an Identity- let me stay here-" it begs, the world shifting around it in its broken fit. "I cannot make an Identity from nothing." she replies. She forces Matter to give her one true fact about itself, and then she will let it in. Often, it is simply just the name 'Steve'.