REMI
i've been sleepwalking and wandering all night
With a wink towards the gourd, Remi turned his stare back to Melita. Kind as ever, but boyishly mischievous even now. "Ahh, but how else will you become the triumphant Greatwood Guardian if you do not slay me first?" He asked, brows raised and lips in a crooked smile, his expression one of clear victory insofar as his logic went.
"First, a stage befitting the archer of the woods—" So saying, the alchemist stepped back and raised his hands. As he did, the barren arena suddenly sprouted trees, bushes, and a few other plants to give Melita some cover. The ground rose and fell in places in what Remi hoped would give it life, and Melita inspiration. A hero needed trees and rocks and things to vault from while shooting in dynamic poses, did they not?
And so, that task complete, Remi stepped back with a bright grin. In so doing, his curls straightened and smoothed, his eyes grew, and rows of shark-like teeth spread outwards from his smile. He grew and morphed, rising and elongating until wings had spread wide from his shoulders and a tail long and barbed protruded from the base of his spine. Unable to speak to her now, Remi merely roared before lifting into the air, his impressive wingspan beating downwards much to the chagrin of anyone with long hair in the stands.
Remi uses his mastered earth to change the terrain so that it's treed and not-flat. Then he becomes a manticore and flies about.
"First, a stage befitting the archer of the woods—" So saying, the alchemist stepped back and raised his hands. As he did, the barren arena suddenly sprouted trees, bushes, and a few other plants to give Melita some cover. The ground rose and fell in places in what Remi hoped would give it life, and Melita inspiration. A hero needed trees and rocks and things to vault from while shooting in dynamic poses, did they not?
And so, that task complete, Remi stepped back with a bright grin. In so doing, his curls straightened and smoothed, his eyes grew, and rows of shark-like teeth spread outwards from his smile. He grew and morphed, rising and elongating until wings had spread wide from his shoulders and a tail long and barbed protruded from the base of his spine. Unable to speak to her now, Remi merely roared before lifting into the air, his impressive wingspan beating downwards much to the chagrin of anyone with long hair in the stands.
Remi uses his mastered earth to change the terrain so that it's treed and not-flat. Then he becomes a manticore and flies about.
trying to take what's lost and broke and make it right
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.
