"If you're asking whether I like or dislike you... certainly, I like you a lot!"

A girl who radiates benevolence and a sense of tranquility, accompanied by butterflies no matter where she goes. When speaking to her, she seems like any other young woman, with a bright, cheerful, and warm personality. She speaks with optimism but not naivete, as if she is an old soul who still has a zest for life. Yet, with her deep knowledge on various topics, she sometimes lacks common sense and gets herself into trouble. 

When interacting with someone, she has a unique ability to make them feel like they are the only person in the room with her. Her charisma and charm make it so that the only apt comparison one can make is to an idol: A being who seems perfectly suited to being your friend or lover, to a degree that it feels almost unreal.

In a sense, it is unreal, as most people would never get the chance to meet such an endearing person. Rilia is an entity doomed to obscurity and isolation.

Her nature is an odd one. She spends her days in small space not accessible to anyone. Moreover, nobody knows of her existence to bother seeking her out in the first place. (Except for a few problem children, but that's beside the point.)

However, her continued existence is integral to the survival of the world. Like how a story is given material form by text on a page in a book, Rilia is the pages upon which the story of the world is written. In this sense, she is the goddess of the world, responsible for its creation and survival.

However, unlike a typical goddess from mythology, Rilia has few powers at her disposal apart from a limited immortality and omniscience. She's a god that understands people and accepts them, for their beauty and ugliness alike. She is someone who naturally garners trust even in paranoid people, because on some primal level humans gain comfort from a goddess that loves humanity so deeply. But apart from that, she would not be able to stop someone shooting or stabbing her, nor would she be able to smite anyone who spat on her.

So it may be for the better that she is locked away from a volatile species that knows nothing of her. It is a lonely existence, but she understands that it is necessary.

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