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Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
OG Skinning provided by Kaons, with functionality and many custom plugins made by Neowulf!
"I--w-will live." Remi murmured, each word agony as the torn muscles of his stomach and ribcage vibrated with the sound. "I cannot be killed w-when shifted." He added, breathless and finding it difficult to focus on the words coming out of his mouth, but knowing that Sam likely needed more context to ease the worry the alchemist heard in his voice. "T-that is why I changed so s-suddenly." Shivering slightly now from exhaustion and pain as well as temperature, Remi squeezed his eyes shut for a moment trying to cling to consciousness.
As Sam's finger trailed along his jaw, Remi opened his eyes. There was hardly any light here, just enough to softly outline the flutter of Sam's lashes, the silhouette of his face. With a groan, Remi raised a hand, meaning for it to ascend towards Sam's face, but finding the effort more than he could manage. His arm collapsed onto his stomach and Remi bit down on his lip to keep from crying out, instead breathing a steady stream of anguished air from his nose.
With a muffled groan, Remi looked at the dirt-ceiling overhead. After a moment his entire body began to shake as his muscles tensed and defiantly ignored the commands of his mind. Releasing the tension and sighing, Remi's eyes closed for just a moment before he forced them open again. "I do not know that I can...not...right now anyways. " Swallowing down a thick mixture of saliva and blood, Remi tried to turn his head towards Sam as much as he could. "I am sorry Sam..."
remi
Too long till I drown in your hands
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
