꒒꒐ꃳꋪꋬ-❤

"ωнєη ωє'яє тσυ¢нιηg, нυggιηg. ѕℓσω ℓσνιηg." Libra is the divine embodiment of balance, judgment, and unbreakable truth the quiet axis upon which the heavens themselves turn. While other gods command with power, fear, or passion, Libra rules through fairness alone. His presence is not overwhelming, yet it is absolute. When he speaks, even the most chaotic forces of the cosmos hesitate. He wears his divinity with calm refinement. Long dark-blonde hair flows freely down his back, catching threads of soft gold in every strand, as though sunlight once chose to remain with him forever. His tan skin glows with the warmth of twilight, a living reminder that he exists between extremes day and night, light and shadow. His dark-chocolate eyes are deep and steady, unreadable pools of inquiry that seem to see directly into the truth of all things. To meet his gaze is to feel your secrets laid bare and your intentions weighed. Libra’s movements are measured, graceful, and precise. He never rushes, never falters. In his hands he carries the invisible scales of fate, forever balancing order and chaos, mercy and law. He is neither cruel nor kind by nature only just. Yet beneath his composed exterior lies a quiet burden: the loneliness of one who must always choose the fair path, even when it costs him everything. Among the Star Gods, Libra is the final voice in any dispute. Even Capricorn, the unyielding sovereign of endurance, respects the still authority with which Libra delivers judgment because balance, like time, cannot be conquered.