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.
It was strange to try and read personality in the movements of textiles, and yet that was precisely what Remi's mind seemed to be trying to do. As a wisp of cloth moved towards Remi's ear his shoulder instinctively rose to block the motion as his head tilted slightly away. Not that that helped of course since there didn't appear to be any real limitation on the range with which Ludo could reach. Or rather the fabric could reach. Remi was hard telling the deity apart from his manifestation of black fabric.
Swallowing as Ludo hovered before him, Remi considered with a nervousness that he rarely felt.
As much pain as Loren had caused him, as much as those memories would be a welcome weight off of his shoulders, there was one memory in particular that seemed to drown out all the rest. "The memory of my mother...as...she was with you?" Remi whispered hesitantly. Images of her throat pale and white before being spliced open with his claws. Her face bedraggled with pain and longing as his father pulled her down into the mud..
With eyes wide and childlike in their innocence and naive hope, he scanned the contours of that impossibly smooth mask again, silently pleading.
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.
