Player: Rose G (she/her)
About: A reserved, slightly haughty man seldom seen without a tome from the library, Bishop Antonius seems to spend most of his days buried in strange theories and mutterings about… turnips? Beneath floppy grey hair, stubble and ornate-chained glasses lie eyebags that have burrowed into his skin; a sleepless theologian in death and in life. Though his archaic vestments are amusing to the modern eye, and he can be friendly enough, there is something about him that bothers you. Something… restless. Something, perhaps, that peeks just barely from his cuffs and his collar, something that crawls in tendrils of roots and vines alongside his arteries. Something that pulses between pink and bloody red, in time with his heartbeat.