I have a face, but I do not have a nose. I am known for my riddles.

I exist in prominence above the viewpoint of your world, but you will never look up to bear witness to me. With the power of strong emotions, my flat plains gain valleys and ridges.

Tear one off and scratch my head, I’ll bring light to darkness and sometimes my top is red. I turn black after a strike, hopefully theres enough in the box to last a year, you probably only need one of me and if you dont blow me out I’ll disappear

I resemble a bottle cap, but I do not cover a bottle. You can make eyes with me.

Fourth for a lover, third to scold Second for gestures and first to hold What am I?