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.
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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.
Inadvertently Remi had been clenching nearly all the muscles in his body, and as Ludo's own smile seemed to shine through Ianto's lips Remi actually found release. The pantomime was over and he could see clearly that it was not his friend before him. It was no less difficult to stare into Ianto's eyes—not after all that Remi had been through—but at least the pretense was over.
And then, blissfully, it really was over, and Ianto was gone.
Gasping slightly and recoiling without really meaning to, Remi spun around at the sound of Ludo's voice. Tendrils of black caressed the snow forming a sphere, and Remi's first horrified thought was that he meant to play catch with it. "I do not think—" The alchemist began before biting down on the words. Did he think Ianto was dead? He didn't ... he didn't think he did. But truthfully, he had no evidence to think he hadn't. There was no way beyond the barrier, no way to know who went and who stayed or even what had happened. The sort of finality of information seemed much the same as death, at the heart of it.
At the mention of his magic, Remi's eyes narrowed suspiciously and worriedly. He hadn't been lying to Isla when he said sometimes he felt as though his magic was cheating and that he favoured doing things the old fashioned way with his hands, but nor did he want to lose the magic and the opportunities it provided him.
Swallowing, Remi watched the impossibly dark robes as if mesmerized, before glancing back up. "I...I am not sure whether it suits me. But I do think that I have done some good with them. They have allowed me to do things I was not previously able—"—things for which I relied on Loren—"—that I can now do myself. For that I am grateful. After all that had happened, the words that came next felt so strange. First his mother, then Ianto? And yet humbleness and servitude had been ingrained into the fabric of Remi's being. He felt helpless to say otherwise.
"Thank you."
REMI
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finding me
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.