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 inhaled a sharp breath as Isla's fingers wrapped around him, as if her unbuttoning and wandering fingers hadn't been indication enough of what to expect. Even so, his eyes were drawn to her other hand which had made its way into her mouth. It was enough to feel her tongue upon the pads of his fingers while she worked his length with her other hand, but as her teeth broke the surface of his skin Remi gasped loudly and all coherent thought and and formative arguments about just how absurd it was that they should find themselves in this position were dissolved.
As she dropped his hand away, for a moment it hung in the air, caught in an invisible tug of war between the last lingering whispers of the gentle and kind man that he (used to be) (was) (should be), and what had been a building desire ever since her lips had first brushed his wrist.
Moaning, Remi allowed his eyes to droop closed as his pinned his lower lip between his teeth. He didn't even try to make himself relax or resist the compounding pressure that Isla's tongue and lips and teeth and hands were coaxing expertly towards climax. Moaning something that vaguely sounded like her name as her tongue drove him over the edge, Remi's hands suddenly turned into claws that cut the fabric of the arm rests into ribbons as his body arched and tensed with his release.
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.
