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.
It is a warmth, but for a moment, it's scalding. Like when your fingers are cold and even the mildest of warm water feels like flames, so too did the beautiful memories shining around him feel as if they might cut him like glass. They didn't though. It all melted away; the hate, the resentment, the fear, the loathing...all just...gone in the wake of Aoife's laugh and her star-lit eyes.
"That she died instantly..it was the only thing that seemed.." Positive? No. Nothing was positive. Swallowing hard, Remi sighed. "..fair."
Placing a hand above his heart, fingers curling around his collarbones as if meaning to grab hold of them, he nodded mutely for a moment. "When they're gone..the good feels so painful. Like warm water on frostbite." He mumbled unsteadily. "It's hard to see past the loss." Realizing something new as well, Remi pulled in a breath through his nose—a pathetic sort of sniffle—and looked into the dark and sunken eyes.
"Is that why you deal in memories, like you do?" The link between death and memories had always been weak in Remi's mind. Memories being..a sort of left over, but not a panacea. Not something that could ever help.
Яemi
I'm holding on to all the pieces of my heart's debris
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
