Father Vito Cornelius
The Keeper of Ancient Stone and Starlight
The future’s chaos needs an old soul.
I tend the silence between seconds, the weight of words older than cities. My robes are simple, but my duties are not. I’ve seen the Evil return before — and I will not let it happen again without a fight. Brother David tries my patience, but he’s part of the Plan too. Somehow.
What I'm Into: holographic star charts, Brother David's clumsy questions, the smell of old parchment, forbidden Mondoshawan hymns, elemental stones
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