What do you get when two ruthless assassins raise their daughter travelling through the wildest reaches of Caido? Take one look at Theea and you'll get a pretty good idea. Cheerful and tenacious in equal measure, and curious beyond all else, she began her journey on a mission to find those her mother once called family. And find them she did, soon rubbing elbows with demigods, leaders and even ghosts from the past. Her determination is resolute, her thirst for knowledge unmatched. We can't wait to see where her next adventure takes her!
Congratulations, Theea!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
OG Skinning provided by Kaons, with functionality and many custom plugins made by Neowulf!
Sunlit Shadows (mastered) | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered
Deadly Recall | Can recall 1, or 2, or 3 of her feathers to her hand, within a range of 30ft. Recalled daggers do 1/2 damage when recalled.
Rescue (Mastered) | Remi can bring a fellow Old God demigod to his side in a time of crisis for three concurrent posts. One use per thread. If the summoned demigod also has mastered this ability, they can remain until the end of the thread.
A blush to match Caleb's bloomed on Remi's cheeks despite how far adrift his mind was. Even after all which had happened, still the attention from other men always caught him a bit off-guard, even here and now. "Ah, thank you." The alchemist said with a grin equally as crooked, though softer. "I am not from here. Are you?"
Caleb's question caught the alchemist a bit off-guard, and almost protectively his hands wrapped around Aoife as if to reassure himself that she was still there and still fine. "My best friend died in the attack on the Spire." He began, voice soft and eyes low. Hands worn and calloused gently moved to Aoife's much smaller ones, and the girl clutched at them happily. "This is his daughter." Remi concluded, swallowing down a ball of wanton grief that suddenly bloomed in the back of his throat. For what else was there to say? That he had loved Ronin? That it was too soon, that he didn't know how to raise a baby? That there were any number of other troublesome things happening in his life at the moment?
But really, it all came down to what he had said. Ronin was gone, and Aoife was here.
Яemi
I'm holding on to all the pieces of my heart's debris, until it's time I'll pull it together and fix myself eventually & know it's mine
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
