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 lion shook his head with amusement. Clearly Rex's curse was still in effect, and, to his surprise, being a lion did not make him immune to it. Trotting forwards, Remi gently nudged Rex's hip with his bulky face, turning his eyes towards her. The predatory amber faded away to a familiar sea-glass green for just a moment, before being taken over by gold once again.
With a nod, the lion trotted forward a few steps, his tail flickering animatedly behind his body. The various smells on the breeze were distracting to his primal mind, and at once he wanted to explode forward and chase down every scent that wafted tantalizingly towards him. Sifting through them however, Remi tried to latch onto what smelled like a deer—an elk perhaps?—though it was hard to tell. The lion's mind was not used to scenting such things, nor was the alchemist's . Still, it smelled large and meaty. And so, with a stride that his counterpart could easily keep up with, Remi indeed began to track their prey once more.
REMI
It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm This is the deep and dyin' breath of this love we've been workin' on
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
