From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Glancing up through a curtain of his curls, Remi scanned Sam's face trying to peer through the muted expression and softly stuttered words to whatever was beneath. You wou-wouldn't make me do anything I didn't want to, right? The alchemist's expression crumpled slightly. He knew that the question was warranted, that Sam was likely just checking, just reassuring himself, but on the heels of all that Jigano had said, the questioning of his morals and his motives was like a dagger against freshly wounded flesh. "Never." He whispered, trying on a smile but finding it too difficult to hold.
Watching as Sam's fingers brushed against his wrist, Remi tilted his head to the side as if just as amazed as the ascended was by the sensation. With fingers that trembled ever so slightly, they extended to become feathers in their own right, his hand and wrist now a strange assortment of flesh and feathers; his fingers strong flight feathers, while the softer blonde-ones on his wrist down and countour feathers that were silky-soft to the touch.
"Never intentionally." Remi said, hazarding another glance upwards. But in the back of his mind, he could hear Jigano's condemnations of all that he was. He might not intentionally hurt Sam, but what of his recklessness? What of all the ways in which his actions could hurt the man, that he hadn't thought of simply because he was too naive? Too...Remi?
"Do you want to know a secret, Sam?" Remi asked, a boyish smile on his lips as he glanced upwards, the sides of his mouth crinkling slightly with his expression as his eyes danced with amusement. "I have never been on a date before. Not with a man anyways." He added, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips. With Loren their meetings had been strictly work, until they hadn't been. But then it had been all demands that Remi prove his affections for the Launceleyn followed by stolen passion. Perhaps his time with Ianto thinking of stars and tea-shops might have been like a date, but it had always been under the influence of some substance or another, and never had it been planned. To be sure he'd taken women on several dates, when he was still trying to hide his inclinations from the world, but that hardly counted.
For whatever experience Sam seemed to think Remi possessed, there were still plenty of firsts for him too.
REMI
I tried to tie my heart down, board up all the windows
Oh but it's too late now, I let you get too close
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.