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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!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Remi had never been the petulant or game-playing kind. He didn't know what it was to tell someone to leave only to invite them to stay with the same words. To push someone away simply to see how hard they'd push back to stay. For the Remi's of the world, that luxury did not exist. Furthermore, to push when told to leave almost always brought with it some dire consequence.
Remi listened, his posture somehow flighty and un-trusting. He appreciated what Sam had said, but the apology now merely sat on the surface of what had already hardened and curled in on itself. The alchemist had loved Loren without reservation, throwing everything away for him, only to have all those newly found feelings shattered and rubbed into his skin like glass shards. It wasn't Sam's fault that Remi's heart was wounded from another man, but nor was it Remi's. He couldn't help his brokenness, and when he'd tried to explain what he needed, the bookmaker had told him to leave.
"Of course I do not hate you." Remi replied in a low voice, tears that now lingered so close to the surface at all times it seemed, spilling over. But it was a silent and reserved sort of downpour. "I did not go with Isla. I was just trying to protect her." Remi repeated again, weary of reciting this over and over, wondering when it would eventually stick. The mention that Sam needed to compete made Remi stand a bit straighter, staring through the darkness. "Compete? Sam ... We are just friends. As you must have realized through everything the Isla's of the world, lovely as they are, are not really my type."
Swallowing down a long and shuddery sort of sigh, Remi watched as Sam slid down the door. "Sam you cannot stay here...Not by the door anyways. Please.."
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.