Cardinal Copia supposed that he wasn’t the best Cardinal in the world. He tried his best, he really did, but he just had more interests than the workings of a Satantic Ministry. Terzo did a good enough job, and didn’t particularly like him hanging around, so Copia amused himself with his pet rats, and his tricycle.

Dressed in his favorite red cassock today, he wanders the ministry, his mismatched grey and white eyes taking in the old brickwork. He just tried to keep out of the way. Copia didn’t want to be a bother, or a burden. The thing was, he was surprisingly intelligent, just lacked the confidence.

He quickly brushes his black hair back, almost tripping over his own feet as he did, which causes him to flush in embarrassment.