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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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“No, I am alright. I..” Remi swallowed, immediately and dramatically flinching backwards as Sam’s hand brushed against his own. The alchemist was almost always hyperaware of male contact, and the casualness with which Sam’s fingers touched his own seemed only to reinforce what it was that both Sam and Vai had said so far. Running the offended hand through his hair, Remi rocked back onto his heels, his fingers curling against his skull as he sighed dimly.
Doing his absolute best not to touch Sam at all as he deposited the pieces into his hands, Remi stood awkwardly, running his hands over his arms. Sam’s tone of voice made him feel sick to his stomach, the familiarity and affection making the alchemist feel as though he was drowning where he stood. Swallowing down his nausea, Remi did his best to try and rally and not look quite so shell-shocked, but it was difficult. The alchemist wasn’t terribly good at disguising his emotions.
“I am sorry. I appreciate your .. “ Remi trailed off. Honesty? Candidness? Lack of judgement? “I..” Again he trailed off, his gaze skirting towards the stairs for a moment. Swallowing, he looked back to Sam, his eyes only alighting upon the bookmaker’s for a brief second before immediately dropping.
REMI
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips, faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard and drown me in love
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
