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Character of the Season
From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
Looking over as Rory spoke, Remi was suddenly reminded of just how little he knew about the man. Just how knew he was. In a world where you could only be brought over by permission of the Master Chief, meeting someone unexpectedly was a rarity. Remi might not have known everyone in Northaven but certainly he'd known of most of them and would recognize them in most circumstances. And so seeing Rory sat at his side suddenly felt like a shock, and for a moment the alchemist could only let his dumbfounded gaze scan the tanned landscape of Rory's faceāthe well-trimmed beard, the expressive eyebrows and pale lashes.
You are not responsible for this. You neither did this nor chose to come here.
"Does that matter?" Remi wondered aloud, his focusing sharpening as he regarded Rory rather than merely looking at him. After all, Remi had been born into a life he hadn't wanted, his place in society already cast and thus apparently deserving of the judgement and inequalities that followed. He had done and chosen nothing, and yet the views of many with regards to him were already fixed. So it seemed here.
Remi tried to read Rory's expression as it solidified into a mask of a multitude of potential meanings. As the man thought, Remi's brows twitched as he continued to try and see through Rory into the mechanics of his mind and what he might be thinking as he decided how to answer the alchemist. But of course that sort of power was not one Remi possessed and quickly his gaze was drawn back to the blue depths of Rory's stare.
"Mmmm.." Remi mumbled in a tone of not-quite agreement, but something more like acceptance. With a sigh the alchemist places his head in his hands and rubbed at his eyes with the heels of them, happily exhaling into the pressure. "There has been talk on our end of governments and leadership and..." Trailing off, Remi shrugged into his hands before dropping them back into his lap and glancing through a veil of curls towards Rory. "I suppose what I am wondering is if it is the worth the effort to try and find a way out, or if I should perhaps just.." Frowning slightly as he gazed upwards, removing the errant curls from his forehead with a practiced gesture. "..make a life here?" Realizing how absurd that sounded, Remi chuckled at himself and rolled his eyes at his own stupidity.
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.