REMI
the alchemist
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
'Mmm, words. From what I've heard, you've more than a few ways to weaken his knees as well.' Ways the Alchemist knows well from past experiences with the ascended, but as it once had with Sam, affection can make those abilities even more pleasurable.
Running his palm up the side of one unshaven cheek and then into his curls, Remi hums a sigh as he shrugs. "Social..outreach?" He says, frowning at the title. "Overseeing social affairs and the well-being of Torchline. That sort of thing." Ronin was much better at the pithy one-word names for such duties, and as far as Remi could remember, he'd not promised witiness on his part in his campaign speech.
Running his palm up the side of one unshaven cheek and then into his curls, Remi hums a sigh as he shrugs. "Social..outreach?" He says, frowning at the title. "Overseeing social affairs and the well-being of Torchline. That sort of thing." Ronin was much better at the pithy one-word names for such duties, and as far as Remi could remember, he'd not promised witiness on his part in his campaign speech.
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
I cannot repair
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.
