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.
The dirt in his sides had turned into a marbled sort of confection, maroon mud in the moonlight. While it partially stopped the bleeding, Remi could feel the small granuals of sediment like broken glass, and for a long and agonizing moment, the alchemist just wanted to cry, and curl into a ball, and quit. But then he heard Sam's voice again, Sam who needed him, Sam who had saved him, and the selfishness he had wanted to give into only a moment ago now repulsed him so entirely that his eyes shot open as he clambered back to life.
"Sss—" It was all he could make himself say before a muffled mixture of blood and dirt choked from his lips. Trying to roll to the side so as not to choke entirely, Remi moaned a high-pitched sort of whine into the ground as he tried desperately to breathe through the pain that threatened to bury him. Making a fist as his cheek hit the earth, panting and clenching his jaw, his other hand snaked blindly across the earth, colliding with Sam's body to give whatever part of the man it was—his leg, probably—a reassuring squeeze.
"S..mmm.." He tried again, trying to press himself up from the ground but finding it utterly impossible.
remi
Too long till I drown in your hands
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
