Quentivia

A Fey god, Quentivia is a god with two bodies; one male, one female. Residing in the Feywild, they’re often considered a god of unity and disparity. They have no real worshippers; just fans who have taken great interest in their works of art without knowing about the deity behind it all. They are the patron of the annual art festival Panigýri. Rumor has it that the Fey god's blessing ensures that the whimsical art fair maintains its freedom and still occurs no matter the circumstances, so long as the people wish it. If this is true, it would be Quentivia's only known responsibility. The former is a middle aged man with broad muscles, a full beard, and memory problems while the latter is a young woman with a flat body, ratty hair, and a sallow complexion. Both have what can only be described as ‘crazed, wild eyes’ and wear sleeping gowns. Despite being two distinct individuals, their mannerisms mirror each  other perfectly and they speak as if there is no difference between the two, yet they’re best friends at the same time and carry full conversations despite sharing the same knowledge. They have no followers, no worshippers, and no mythology. They are eccentrics, outcasts from the Seelie Court in only vague sense, as they are a pure blooded Fey. They are both childish in their desires and mature in their dispassion. The male aspect is forgetful since there is no point in remembering anything and enjoys engaging with the world, full of wonder and fun-loving interest. He’s scruffy, friendly, and flighty without a care in the world, making him enviable and pitable at the same time. The female aspect is a bit of a nerd who knows something about everything, but is also a pathological liar. She says random things as if they’re true and sticks to them for no real reason. She carries herself with an exaggerated, high class demeanor like a princess that seems like a parody that’s gone too far. Every once in a while, one of them travels to the Ashenland to take a look around, taking some innocuous form. They never do any damage on a macro-scale, but they tend to leave a mark on individuals, whether by inspiring them, confusing them, or messing things up entirely. Supposedly, Quentivia is a god of unity and disparity.