Miarepa

You notice his presence quite easily, as the smell of ash and crisp autumn air is a unique combination that follows him. Billowing smoky cinders and orange-red leaves swirl around him. Even if he reminds those who see him of a fresh harvest, burning to the malicious licks of a fiery tongue, he carries no harmful intent. He is an old god, a harvest deity long forgotten, who only wanders because of the few marks he's left on the world around him. He does not mind being forgotten, it just means he's served his purpose and that no one needs his help anymore, which makes him happy. Still, he hopes that one day someone might summon him again, so that he'll at least know there is someone who remembers him.