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 felt himself straighten unconsciously as Bastien walked behind him. He couldn't quite tell if it was because he was self-conscious of his painting, or because he wasn't wearing his shirt. Either way, the alchemist gave the artist a sheepish look at his offered praise.
As Bastien spoke to Vanya and Ronin—and then departed?—Remi glanced towards his shirtless comrades. "So this is...not what I had expected." It should have been though, Bastien was an artist, had mentioned orgies and had asked for alcohol. So far Remi was getting exactly what the man had described, and yet even so Remi found himself feeling surprised at every turn. Glancing sheepishly towards Vanya and Ronin, the alchemist felt a small and incredibly wholesome twang of jealousy. Each of them had someone. Each other. Swallowing the alchemist offered them each an affectionate smile before departing for the room Bastien had indicated.
Slumping onto one of the couches, Remi placed a pillow against his lap/chest still feeling mildly awkward about being shirtless (but knowing that putting his shirt back on would simply draw more attention to himself) and for absolutely no other reason.
Accepting another glass of something that he definitely did not make himself, Remi sniffed at it before taking a tentative sip. Listening as Bastien spoke, Remi wondered idly at the fact the pair of them sounded so alike, almost as if the alchemist should somehow remember the things the artist was describing. As he turned the topic of conversation back on them, Remi thoughtfully looked down, before tossing a furtive glance towards Vanya and Ronin.
What did he miss?
He missed the way things had been; his growing whatevership with Loren, his easy friendship with Ianto, his adventures with Ronin ... and while he didn't mind living in his small one-room home, he certainly didn't miss it. He didn't miss the looks of the nobles nor the scowls of those who considered the shapechangers a lesser race.
Gently running his fingers along the seam of the pillow he was holding, Remi lifted his pale eyes towards the other two Northaveners with a cheeky smile. "I miss the ocean." He said, smile widening.
REMI
I tried to tie my heart down, board up all the windows
Oh but it's too late now, I let you get too close
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.