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.
Remi's mind wandered back to Northaven. What had the bloodfiends there done? They'd drank on...bloodbags, were they called? Which was hardly a euphemism when you considered that it was real people locked up in cages to be fed on anytime the bloodfiends pleased. Or at least that is how Remi had always heard of it. He knew little of the ascendeds here, other than that Archebold and Elyna were them, and given that such was common practice before the alchemist was not necessarily surprised that the ritual continued here.
"It is okay." Remi murmured, his voice low and gentle in the dark. Moving away from the walls, he looked down at Sam still knelt low. Extending a hand he offered it to the man, encouraging him to stand if only to try and boost his confidence. "I know what it is like to have something inside of you that hungers. That can harm others." Remi admitted kindly, eyes sad in the darkness. Those first few days the lion within him had hungered and the taste of blood remained in the alchemist's mouth for hours afterwards. He couldn't imagine what it must be like for a creature like Sam if Remi's experience was anything to go by.
Swallowing Remi nodded. He'd expected as such. But if blood was truly what the man needed, his neck was likely the easiest source of it. That or the thick veins in his inner thighs, but it was already quite cold in here and the alchemist didn't see the need for it.
Hearing Sam describe his compulsions as wrong and disgusting struck a chord in the alchemist's heart. How long had he felt that way about himself? How long had those around him made him feel ashamed and appalled by who he was? "No." Remi said immediately, fingers reaching for the ascended. "No it isn't. It—" He was about to say is natural, but it wasn't, was it? The ascended were made somehow, just as the bloodfiends back home had been. Biting his lip thoughtfully, Remi shook his curled head slightly. "—it is necessary. Do I...need to do anything?"
REMI
Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
