This mysterious, energy-based race of alien precursors originates from outside the Travengar Polyverse. With unknown time-space and existential ability, their sole desire is to prevent destruction in all of its forms regardless of the subject. Curator presence is, consequently, most concentrated on the fringes of Interdimensional Bastion Network and Destroyer's Order space. Both opposing factions have suffered unexpected losses due to the Curators' enigmatic and apparently unstoppable paradigm of attack, wherein nobody has "died" per se, but has, by all appearances, ceased to exist. Despite their power, the Curators have never been observed to make contact with the Filth.
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Zodiac, the High Curator
Ooh, is this where I get to talk all about myself? Neat! I love these. Essentially, I'm the reason any of this is, even though it obviously isn't. That includes you, if you ever get to read this. That's right! I made everything, aside from the fact that I can't have made anything, because nothing was ever made. Think of me as your creator, destroyer, and literal reason for existing, and then definitely worship me as such.
...You're probably dying to have that image in your head validated by a description of my physical appearance. Very well. I appear in whatever manner suits me to whomever, whenever, wherever, but I know that if I were to appear to you, I'd do it in the form which inspired all of that which you consider 'female'. In this form, I am a silver-scaled dragoness. My eyes have black sclera with five small, yellow pupils each, arranged in and connected by a ring and slowly rotating in opposing directions. I have spiky folds of gold and blue hair which progress back along the top of my head, and a short, boxy snout. I have a huge row of interlocking fangs just past my lips, and a big, silver tongue. The rest of my mouth is filled with an omnidimensional ocean. You never know what you're going to get if you're pulled in! You will drown, though. That much is guaranteed.
My breasts can vary in size quite a bit, but each is typically a little bigger than my entire torso (and always bigger than your universe, with no exceptions). I have big, proud hips, long, thick legs, and my three-toed feet are proportionally colossal - ranging between three and five times that of "normal" proportions. All the better for infinitely annihilating your histories.