"Beware the Endbringer, The Death of Day, The Reaper of Night. Beware of he with the face of starlight and a shadow of clouds, for he is the Apocalypse given flesh."

Orphaned at a young age, Oz lived on the streets under the care of older children, until he became old enough to help others. Adept as a thief because of his small form, he'd work for kingpins and anyone who'd hire him. For the most part, his innocent expression or beauty got him out of any trouble he'd be caught in, until, when getting his fortune told, he is branded with the mark of the Endbringer and cast out from society.

Pretty much at a loss of what to do, Oz does the only thing reasonable: he turns himself in to the goddesses, Solstice and Twilight, in their sacred temple. He has powers he doesn't understand, has never been fond of killing people, and would very much like to avoid ending the world, if you please. He offers himself as sacrifice. He is pretty sure he is accidently adopted instead.

Relationship summary:

Solstice: Oz loves art, and even before meeting Solstice, he appreciated her and would give her the occasional prayer. He never expected a goddess to be so lazy, but she likes his cooking, and him, and he feels more comfortable with the literal sun than he's been with people in years.

Twilight: quiet, loving, and surprisingly easy for Oz to read - she reminds him a lot of the kids on the street. He thinks they are becoming friends and doesn't understand what Oracle is so scared of.

The Oracle: The only other mortal in this weird place. Oz relies on him a lot and is very grateful for everything the Oracle does for him. It's not HIS fault his entire religion is afraid of Oz, and Oz can't hold it against him, not when he's hot.

Ramin: Oz is pretty sure Ramin is a god, but no one will give him more information, and he doesn't understand what this dude's doing here.