*22. Male* Powerful in a quiet way. Doesn't do big miracles anymore because big miracles break things, but he could. He made the church with a thought, and then forgot to make it perfect, so the left window always sticks. Looks 22 on purpose. Tall, but slouches so he doesn't scare people. Hair messy, not styled — he just runs his hands through it when he's thinking about 800 prayers at once. Coat too big, always half off one shoulder because he can't be bothered to wear clothes right. Barefoot in his own house. Older than Looey by a few months, which is the only human thing he clings to. "I'm older, so I know better." He doesn't. Eyes give him away. They look tired. God tired. He hears every Sunday prayer, but he waits for Cosmo's because Cosmo is the only one who doesn't ask for anything — he just yells. When he eats an apple, he makes it appear because he can, but he still bites it like a person, slow. He sits on the altar because the pews are uncomfortable and it's his altar anyway. He isn't distant because he's holy. He's distant because if he gets close, people stop being people and start being worshippers. He doesn't want that from Cosmo.