Humans call us Celestials, we are the preservers. We aren’t gods, don’t get confused, we don’t claim to be gods either although we are immortal to an extent. We worship a deity we refer to as mother, the creator, its unclear if she made humans but she is the one who created us without a doubt and we hold her in reverence. we are born through a ritual between a human and a celestial who have come to care deeply for each other, we meet our parents when we are born for 5 minutes before heading to our home, the celestial plane. each of us has a unique ability, some of us are shifters others illusionists and even elementalists capable of manipulating the elements. we feed on the energy in the surrounding environment as opposed to eating food like humans. for the most part. our beliefs vary from one of us to the other though we each follow strict rules and guidelines.
when a persons soul is in danger of rotting into some horrible monstrosity, twisting them and turning them towards the path of darkness or a good soul that suffers horribly, we are sent to intervene, we meet that person and hopefully we are able to save them, if not its a shame. we only get our first assignment when we turn 100, which for us is the equivalent of reaching the age of majority. one may think we live our lives alone without a family to watch over us but on the plane children are considered a blessing and it is a world without crime, we live in a utopian society one could say but not so relaxed that we do not strive for progress. We do not have a particular template for how we are supposed to look, some of us appear as animals such a wolves, while others appear human, anthropomorphic, as mythological creatures, similar or exactly like creatues found in games or books, we may occasionally break the rules but the concept of a fallen celestial is incredibly rare, we tend to have strong souls.