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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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As Sam began to move against him, brilliant fear and desperation flashed like a siren in his mind and reflexively the alchemist's hands held him as a growl of resistance rumbled low in his throat. When it became clear what he was doing however, Remi's hands relaxed just long enough for the offending shirt to be removed. Raking his fingertips up Sam's back, for a moment Remi's mind wondered where the scars were? Where were the—it isn't Loren his mind warned—and something in the pit of Remi's stomach and insidiously lingering in the back of his mind curled and blackened.
Shivering against the chill of the air as Sam's wandering fingers released the top few buttons of his shirt, one of Remi's hands rose to tangle into the ascended's coppery hair, guiding and supporting it, as he leaned away from the wall. Pivoting he moved to pin the book-maker against the cave wall where he'd just been. Pulling away the alchemist rather thoughtless shrugged out of his own shirt revealing a canvas of skin with the still healing claw marks of a large creature on his sides. The movement would have forced Sam's lips off of his neck and Remi suddenly became aware of the pounding of blood in his ears as the crescendo of pleasure came to an abrupt stop. Lips parted slightly as his chest heaved rapidly, he wrapped an arm back around Sam's waist while the other braced itself over the man's head on the cold cave wall, his fingers making and releasing a fist.
Intimacy was certainly one word to describe it. After all, he was pressed shirtless against Sam, an arm wrapped around him and the taste of him still on his lips. While the same could be said for Sam too of course, it was like they'd skipped a step. Even here now, fractions of an inch away from his lips, and Remi felt at odds with the haste his mind was calling for, and the flames of desire that the ascended's bite had constantly been stoking. "Don't stop." Remi whispered, unsure if the words were a permission or a command.
REMI
Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
