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.
"Given that you can fly so easily now, it almost seems like cheating to have the bar that low. " Remi chuckled, one of his feet moving against Sam's. It was a habit of his that the bookmaker would come to learn if they spent enough time like this: Remi tended to move his feet a lot when he was tired. He particularly liked the soft portion of skin on the top of Sam's foot, and idly ran his own foot back and forth over it.
Unable to glance down at Sam given how nestled he was against Remi's neck and chest, the alchemist's own blush would go temporarily unnoticed. He'd never done anything like that. The closest he'd ever come had been the night he'd spent with Ianto had come mostly from the fact that the alchemist had, after 20 years, finally allowed himself to give in. What he'd done with Sam though .. that was something he couldn't even really pinpoint where his urgency and need had come from. Only that it had, and Sam had been there, and had complied. But then the alchemist remembered how Sam had looked in the cave, how willing he'd been ... and if he really was in love with Remi, the line between wanting and merely willing felt like it was wasting away.
Remi pulled Sam closer to him, pressing his cheek against the top of Sam's head as he gave a non-committal nod.
Remi sighed happily into Sam's kiss, his lips curling into a smile. "I am sorry. I know this is important." He whispered, wrapping his arms around Sam once more, and curling himself against him. "But I am so tired.." The alchemist's eyes began to flutter shut, before they snapped open again. Focusing on the dim copper of Sam's hair in the darkness, Remi ran a hand up the bookmaker's arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Be here when I wake up, alright? Or if you do go somewhere, wake me."
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.
