Solomythos: Ophyllygh, the Disobedient

"Purposefully putting myself on the porch in front of death's door may have been overkill, but I was no stranger to it, and it was a guaranteed way to be seen in Ophyllygh's spotlight. Once I was, I felt an odd warmth, and the water in my lungs began to feel like air. 'Fear not...' a figure spoke directly to my mind, 'You are safe in my company, soul of unfortunate circumstance!' And at once, emerged Ophyllygh."

                                                           - Dr. Clarkson, 3XXX

Long before the Great Calamity, came an age of rampant sea exploration. Humans began to build massive wooden ships and sail across every square inch of ocean surface, taking themselves to places abroad they had never heard of before. And when the surface was all accounted for, the boats had their tops covered up. Shaped into pills, with the top of the ships covered, the wooden hull fitted and reinforced with copious steel bracings, and a colossal swim-bladder to sink and float at will, humanity sought to go to the depths... and below.

But to traverse this world requires regulation, and regulation is written in blood. At the time, the influx of souls lost to sea nearly overwhelmed the afterlife. To make the sheer numbers more easy to manage, the gods had to find a way to make the rate manageable. They settled on one solution: a queue of sorts, and someone to overlook it. In the process of doing so, they took one of the many souls, stripped it of all of its meaning, and made the creature we know as Ophyllygh.

Her design is distinct from beings formed from evolution. Not only is it one to put all oceanic apex predators to shame, but it's also meant to interface with souls. The gods are many things, but they are at least self aware to know what they think is normal isn't exactly so to humanity. Thusly, she has more humanoid features, like opposable thumbs and a human face... though given the fact that human culture is something gods do not understand, the effectiveness is questionable. Nonetheless, she did her job for millennia, and did it well.

Over the years, Ophyllygh's job began to get easier, and she began to get horrendously bored. Oceanic exploration had been solved, and she was in no position to do the same for other frontiers, like space or sky. It was here that Ophyllygh began to wander, opting to save drowning bodies instead of ferrying them. The gods didn't like this, but really, what were they going to do? It wasn't like her disobedience was jeopardizing anything; the problem she was made to remedy was solved. The act of trying to bring her to justice wasn't worth it in their eyes. Besides, the Great Calamity was drawing near...

Ophyllygh is a survivor of the Great Calamity, and seems to be doing okay for herself nowadays. Existing, exploring the places that her herded souls once knew, and occasionally making herself known to fishing towns and those swept to sea. It's rare to see a direct creation of the gods after the Great Calamity, let alone one as non-hostile as Ophyllygh, but... well, it's better than nothing.