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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
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08-25-2019, 07:11 PM (This post was last modified: 08-25-2019, 08:18 PM by Remi.)
"An actual Launceleyn, then." The alchemist remarked dryly, lips pulling down in an effort to keep his smirk from growing too broad. His memories of all the Launceleyns—Loren included—were poor at best (save for Beatrix, who he'd rescued). Peter seemed nice enough, but of course he wasn't born into the clan. Hadn't endured whatever it was that hardened the family into the mages that they were.
The sudden curt tone from the stranger had the alchemist blinking with a naive sort of bewilderment. Straightening ever so slightly, ever submissive beneath most sorts of confrontation, still Remi hesitated. The man couldn't know, but to produce more keys, Remi would have to go back to the manor. And free of Zariah or Edrei though it might be, it was a place that still haunted some of his more vulnerable thoughts. "I can guarantee that none will enter through those doors without a key." He interjected softly. This did not seem to be an argument he would win, but if the worry was simply for the safety of those milling about the manor, the alchemist would literally stake his reputation, for whatever that was worth, on the security of the locks he'd devised.
Again came the flutter of lashes to belay Remi's sense of soft confusion. He shook his head a fraction to indicate that no, Loren wasn't in his hair, feeling suddenly flustered that something he'd done had given this man that impression. "Unfortunately I do not know what Zariah did with the keys. Edy I am sure had one—" Wincing apologetically for saying her name if indeed Loren was kin, Remi tugged in a breath as he continued. "Peter, perhaps? If you cannot find the keys.." Raising his shattered stare to find the blue of Loren's eyes (though to Remi, the mage was simply a nearly-monochromatic rendering of his real self), he tried on a small smile. "...I would have to make them from the locks themselves." And, though perhaps it was inconsequential, the keys were magical items. Items that the alchemist had hoped to save in an effort to protect the inhabitants of the Grounds during LongNight.
REMI
Loving you was sunshine, but then it poured & I lost so much more than my senses
'Cause loving you had consequences
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
