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.
As much as Remi really did want to investigate the Spire some more, he realized that by doing so he'd likely be putting his friends in danger should anything nefarious actually come out to play. And, given the recent autopsy that Isla had just performed, his attention had been caught by the magnetic barrier once more. It was one of the first things he investigated since coming here, but given all that had transpired immediately afterwards he'd somehow lost the thread of interest. Finding it again had actually been a delight; the alchemist needed something meaningful to take his mind off of all that had happened as of late. Studying a strange magnetic anomaly seemed just the thing.
Having brought a blanket and a bit of a picnic for himself, Remi sat just far enough away from the barrier that he couldn't quite feel its effects, but close enough that he could see and hear them. The air seemed to buzz slightly, and there did seem to be a clear sort of aura around the 'bubble'.
With his sketchbook in his lap, the alchemist leaned over the pages sketching furiously with stubs of charcoal that quickly ground away to dust in his fingers. Wiping his hands on his shirt (why did no one ever suggest to him that he should stop wearing white if he was going to continue this habit?), Remi would grab another from his bag and continue. Though the alchemist would never consider himself an artist, his sketches were incredibly good and lifelike. No impressionist was he, instead he tried to recreate the world as faithfully as he could, adding in small markings in a handwriting that no one else would likely be able to read as he went.
