REMI
All along the port were men and woman alike bartering, flirting, fishing, and otherwise getting on with life, such as it was in Torchline. There was a shout of something profane, a moment of tense silence, and then a rowdy chorus of laughter that bubbled up from the docks with a certain mad alchemist in its wake. "Right, right. Well if you think tentacles are something to marvel over, ask Ronin to show you his two-for-one trick." The implications of this were clear to all listening, and there was a good deal of nudging and dirty looks to be had between the men Remi was leaving behind.
Shirtless and scarred, Remi hoisted a net filled with a floundering cloud-manta over his broad shoulders. He looked good, in a clearly-sleeps-on-the-beach sort of way. Though there was a smile on his lips it didn't reach his eyes, and all traces of boyish good humour were entirely gone from his sun-shaded face. Offering a jaunty middle-finger to the crew of dirty-faced men and women on the docks, Remi headed towards the stretch of beach affectionately referred to as home.
Shirtless and scarred, Remi hoisted a net filled with a floundering cloud-manta over his broad shoulders. He looked good, in a clearly-sleeps-on-the-beach sort of way. Though there was a smile on his lips it didn't reach his eyes, and all traces of boyish good humour were entirely gone from his sun-shaded face. Offering a jaunty middle-finger to the crew of dirty-faced men and women on the docks, Remi headed towards the stretch of beach affectionately referred to as home.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
