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.
One would think with the amount of sexual frustration Remi had experienced in his life, that of all the difficulties he encountered with Sam, this would not be one. But he couldn't help wanting the man before him, and as he nestled him close—the morning's effect on his body obvious—the alchemist could only sigh against Sam's neck, pressing a kiss there that wasn't to be so much more, but instead was simply soft and sweet.
Glancing over his shoulder, Remi couldn't quite make out the shrine given the dim light, but knew where it was. "You have decided then?" Remi asked, grinning at the indication that he should wear a shirt. Rolling out of the alcove, Remi stood—mostly naked as it was—stretching his arms wide into the darkness and letting his back crack deliciously. Unlike Sam, Remi hardly cared who looked at him, if only because he was so used to be looked over. "Well, if you say so." He mumbled with a lopsided grin, shrugging into a shirt and trousers.
"If you are sure." Remi said, extending a hand to pull Sam out of the alcove. "But only if it is for you."
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.