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.
Rather than clarifying—Loren had said strongest he'd ever met, not super mage—Remi was happy to simply shake his head in amusement as the badger eventually conceded that at least 'terrifying figure' wasn't' an apt descriptor. Strong as he might appear, there was simply something too gentle about Remi, a kindness in his gaze that very rarely dimmed completely. Only a select few had seen it go out entirely, and at least one of them wasn't around any longer to speak of it.
"Well it ought to be." Remi said with a grin, turning the bottle so that the label could be seen. 195 it read. As always, the alchemist was rather unimaginative when it came to naming things, thus the implication being it was the one hundred and ninety-fifth batch.
Putting up one of his feet on a nearby crate of something or other and pushing enough to tilt his chair backwards, the alchemist nodded dutifully enough. "Is it time for Fiat Lux already?" Remi blew out an exasperated stream of air, ruffling a hand through his curls. The mention of Loren's continued relationship with Abasi made Remi momentarily pause, returning Loren's stare in earnest. The alchemist had said it wouldn't be easy for him to hear such things, but he had still encouraged Loren to be as free and honest as he wanted. "I met him." The alchemist said after a moment, taking a drink from his glass before rolling the cup between his palms. "He didn't know who I was, to you I mean. I thought it best to leave it that way." The alchemist added, brows nudging inwards for a moment in an expression of uncertainty. Remi hadn't wanted it to seem as though he was suggesting hiding the past; moreso he simply didn't think it mattered anymore.
R E M I
I followed your ashes into outer space
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
