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 moved his head slightly into the feeling of Sam's lips against his cheek, his eyes closing as if he could somehow just pause things and enjoy the sensation. But he couldn't, of course, and as Sam pulled away and suggested that he sit, Remi helplessly and obediently did as he was instructed. His mind and his heart seemed to have utterly stopped trying to communicate with one another, and the alchemist suddenly felt as though his body was host to two icy forces having a silent stand-off.
Glancing at the wine thrust into his hands, Remi read the number 12 on the label. That meant it was one of his earlier batches and—
—darling.
The alchemist blinked uncertainly into the pet-name, his lips falling open as the immediate urge to respond in kind was interrupted by Sam's continued speech. "Ah.." He mumbled, tearing his gaze uncertainly away, to look down at the label. "Yes. I did." Remi added, though a blush had begun to softly colour his cheeks as he stared at the bottle in his hands.
"I suppose you do taste it now, when you..." Drink? Feed? Bite? For some reason the terminology felt awkward on his lips, and so he merely let the words trail off.
R E M I
I followed your ashes into outer space
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
