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 had always been a generous lover. A good deal of that owed to the many women he'd been with; it was simply easier to pleasure them than to try and coax his body to submitting to their ministrations, skilled as they might have been. Perhaps that's why, given that for all intents and purposes Isla was the one doing all of the 'work', he found his hands slipping against her skin, kneading and pulling her against him.
Indeed the high they crested was so consuming that despite the amount of blood Isla was pulling up, enough had managed to well and pool and engorge him further south; something that she'd undoubtedly feel.
It was only as she released him, a shaky exhale shuddering from his lips that he felt the warm wetness against his shoulder. Alarmingly he found he didn't care. Indeed his fingertips tensed against Isla's body and he had to bite the inside of his lip hard to keep from forcing her back against him. Closing his eyes and exhaling a long and shaky breath, he nodded, though he didn't want to. Like being pushed just to the brink of orgasm only to be told to wait, Remi tried to steer his mind elsewhere, but of course it wasn't his mind doing this, but the chemical cocktail Isla's teeth had infused into his body.
Running a hand across his eyes, Remi exhaled again perhaps a fraction more steadily as his eyes flashed upon and he looked at Isla. Lips stained red with his own blood he was fascinated by how little he cared. "Feel any better?" He asked, the colour still high in his cheeks and the rising and falling of his chest still not quite steady yet.
REMI
What have I become? My sweetest friend—Everyone I know goes away in the end
If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself. I would find a way
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
