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.
Remi glanced around with the breezy expression of one who normally found his way out of trouble with relative ease. Indeed, there were no monsters about. "All I see is you and I. And him of course." Remi said lowering his eyes to Bakshi for a moment before looking back up at Rory with his characteristically youthful smile.
Watching with a fascinated and open gaze at the ease with which Rory moved off of the pony, Remi found his head tilting slightly to the side marveling at the movement. Horses were a rarity in Northaven and meant only for the royalty. It had been years since Remi had even been so close to one, much less seen someone interact with them with such grace.
The old instinct to flinch away at the proximity of another man wasn't gone entirely, but now it was buried so deep that it was more like a phantom itch. Glancing over with a sheepish expression, Remi considered for a moment before tilting the pages towards the blue-eyed man. Nibbling the inside of his lip Remi looked at his work with fresh eyes, wondering what someone else might see and was rather horrified. His writing was illegible and followed no real trajectory—sentences written horizontally and vertically all over the page. The drawings were hurried and more impressionistic than his normally careful mind would have liked them. Or at least, that's what he thought of them. In reality it was studious and precise. But of course Remi didn't see it that way.
"The bubble—" He said vaguely gesturing outwards to where the 'dome' touched the ground. Some of his drawings indicated where some of the tumbleweeds had blown near it and what had happened, the animals he'd seen pass by, birds above and what their responses to it was. He'd even apparently taken notice of his respiratory rate and how it had changed depending on how close he was to the bubble.,
"A body was brought in to Isla in the infirmary. Her insides looked melted. I just wondered if I might learn anything by being here." Saying it outloud sounded incredibly foolish to his ears, and a coral blush suddenly bloomed across his cheeks as embarrassment welled up in his mind.
REMI
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips, faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard and drown me in love
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
