Erett White

Straight Man

Male

He/him

35

~180 (Avg)

5'2

red-brown

Short, thin

Baby blue

Artificial God

White

Fragile

Power over galactical bodies (stars, planets, etc)

vicious scarring around the mouth

Pen spinning, constantly fixing his outfit

getting promoted (formerly)
Finding a peaceful end to Ragnorok

Stuck-up, quick to refute

Incredibly level-headed, organised

music, writing

MADD, ADHD, PTSD

director for Hlidskjalf

blue

Chicken sandwich

Bearded dragon

Asgardian, Midgardian

PhD

The first impression Erett usually gives off is stuck up and annoying. Which he is. But only because his employer is none other than the All-father and he will do anything not to displease Odin. Erett is the only artificial god not part of the Aesir or Vanir clan, making him stick out like a sore thumb when speaking about the gods. In fact, his ascension was a complete mistake. Who knew ingesting copious amounts of pure galactic matter would make you a nigh-omnipotent non-human space deity? Certainly not Erett or his team when they accidentally dumped him into a controlled sample of the chaotic rift they found just outside of the Bifrost Highway.

MADD — Depression and Anxiety