Gods - All Gods are equal, save Conformatormitum, who is supreme.
Conformatormitum
Our G** and Overlord, he is the leader of our Church. He looks just like you and me, that is to say, pig-ugly. Conformatormitum was born from the virgin womb of Johnnius Prescrotum, and was fathered by the planet Earth itself: feeding off it's many fast food restaurants and drive-in grease injections. He weighs in at just over 800 solar masses and he is the overlord of the Earth, Instant Gratification, the letter Q, and, of course, the joys of conformity. He has one son, Dick, who we estimate will come to show us the light on April 13, 2029. Dick is currently known to the US organisation NASA, although they continue to deny his existence.

Butterpigapotimus
An amalgamation of a Butterfly, A Pig, and Clinical Lobotomy, she is the G** of intercourse. She is famed famed for tempting Eve into an orgy with herself, a snake and several well meaning Unicorns. Whenever a member of CODC is getting laid, she rewards them with tacky merchandise and used contraceptives.
So far she has never been summoned.

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King Jupiter II

Do not be fooled by King Jupiter II's egregious name: he is one of the lesser gods, ranking only #9997997 on the G** Cool Table. Created by Conformitormitum as a joke, King Jupiter II is the G** of the three of clubs, gambling loss, and adult joke books. He once had the guise of a king, with a crown made of fire, a keyring made of Maltesers, and shoes fashioned from the hide of Liberal Democrats. But he angered Butterpigopotamous with a suggestive codpiece and a lot of hinting, and was banished to the body of an acne-ridden fat teen, where he has spent the past week or so and shall continue to do so for all eternity.

Bwwwwap

G** of wisdom, foolishness, and dead pets, Bwwwwap spends most of his time in graveyards, mourning kittens and suchlike. Wearing a formal dress of eyeliner, modest beard, and black ballgown, his melancholy kazoo can be heard when the winter wind blows through dead trees, or you imagine hard enough. Other Gods pick on him, but he retaliates with a large book of prose, gladiolas, and tears. His followers can be seen all over the world, mourning something or other clad in black.

Superman

Though technically not a G** of the CODC, his awesomeness rules majorly. I suggest that everyone sees the new Superman movie! I thoroughly enjoyed it! It combined high-flying excitement with a high-flying, exciting scene at the end! CODC is in no way affiliated with Superman, the best film ever, or its handsome makers.

I Linear

I Linear is the G** of friend-networking websites, where people who aren't friends network in the loosest sense of the word. A lover of train journeys and canteen food, she is the on-off girlfriend of Bwwwwap,and together they argue and cause thunderstorms in the sky and indigestion in the digestive system. Once, when she was creating the elephant, she decided to create mortality in an attempt to get Bwwwwap to shut up: he had been killing himself for days and to no avail. Her poetry is better than that of a sloth, but does not equal the domestic housecat.