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.
“No, I am alright. I..” Remi swallowed, immediately and dramatically flinching backwards as Sam’s hand brushed against his own. The alchemist was almost always hyperaware of male contact, and the casualness with which Sam’s fingers touched his own seemed only to reinforce what it was that both Sam and Vai had said so far. Running the offended hand through his hair, Remi rocked back onto his heels, his fingers curling against his skull as he sighed dimly.
Doing his absolute best not to touch Sam at all as he deposited the pieces into his hands, Remi stood awkwardly, running his hands over his arms. Sam’s tone of voice made him feel sick to his stomach, the familiarity and affection making the alchemist feel as though he was drowning where he stood. Swallowing down his nausea, Remi did his best to try and rally and not look quite so shell-shocked, but it was difficult. The alchemist wasn’t terribly good at disguising his emotions.
“I am sorry. I appreciate your .. “ Remi trailed off. Honesty? Candidness? Lack of judgement? “I..” Again he trailed off, his gaze skirting towards the stairs for a moment. Swallowing, he looked back to Sam, his eyes only alighting upon the bookmaker’s for a brief second before immediately dropping.
REMI
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips, faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard and drown me in love
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
