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.
Biting the inside of his lip to hide his disappointment, Remi's eyes were drawn to the white sphere slowly being molded by the fabric. Raising a questioning brow, Remi felt his lips wanting to quirk upwards in an amused grin. Was Ludo...playful? Given his previous encounter with the being Remi would never have thought he'd ever believe such a thing. Even if it was just idle boredom something about it was endearing in a strange hard to define sort of way.
"No—" Remi said immediately at the mention of Ianto. He had prescious few memories of the fox as it was, and he wasn't willing to part with any of them. Especially given the possibility that his friend was—
—but no. He didn't want to think about that.
Struck by the snowball again, this time Remi didn't recoil as much knowing that it carried no danger. "It is a bit hard to think when I am being struck by snowballs and tickled by your—" Not knowing whether they were hands or fingers or what, Remi just nodded towards the tendril that had gently caressed his ear.
"Can you tell me how to leave this place? The barrier? Is there truly a way through?"
Then an idea hit him. There was a memory—or rather a cluster of memories—that he'd part with. A person who had used his friendship and had offered him nothing but cursory thoughts and unmemorable wisdom rather than true care and concern. "Delphine Rowan. You may have all the memories of her that you like." And oh there were a lot to choose from. The Bellamy walking in with her hands on him and he in her lap, of their endless talks about her marriage, of all her insecurities. Of the day he almost told her about Loren, only to have the conversation swallowed up in her own worries and wants.
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.
