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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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The alchemist grinned slightly and shook his head. "I have been told I have nice handwriting as well. I am sure you would manage." He replied with a good-natured smile. Taking the quill, he wrote her name in a beautiful flourish before handing it back to her. The handwriting in his notebook looked like chicken-scratch compared to this, but of course what he wrote in that book was mostly meant for his eyes only. No one else needed to be able to read it.
"You're welcome to take the quill if you like?" He offered likely unhelpfully. On this particular topic he had no advice at all. Remi had been sexually repressed for the majority of his life, and while that did not mean he'd been sexually inert, it did mean that never once had he ever used any of his charms (whatever those might be) for any sort of gain. "Be that as it may and beautiful as you are, I think you might have met your match with this god." Remi said with a boyish smile.
If there was one thing Remi was good at, it was resisting temptation. And given his inclinations, as tempting as Rex likely was to most, even her smoldering stares now did little for him.
Reading the name Alistair made Remi stop abruptly and look up at her, before re-reading the words again. "Alistair.." He repeated, eyebrows knitting together with something like uncertainty and worry. Taking a breath, the alchemist shook his head. It wasn't his business. That being said, not that Remi was really giving this idea much actual consideration, but Alistair would not be on the list of men he'd sleep with. Even to regain his love for Loren. He was fairly certain the Launceleyn would understand. "Not Alistair. We ahh—" Pausing, Remi shook his head with a shaky laugh. "—we have family in common."
Despite the honeyed words dripping from her lips, Remi regarded her as neutrally as ever. "I do not ... again, I would want to clarify what we need to do but...I do not want to risk another encounter. Nor should you." He added, waggling a finger in her direction and giving her a pointed look.
REMI
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finding me
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
