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!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
Actually Remi hadn't heard a thing. Predators within him though he had, when the alchemist was focused on something his mind tended not to wander and instead honed in precisely on the task at hand. Sam might well have slunk off without notice had he chosen to. And perhaps he should have.
Instead though, as his Sam's shadow ghosted over Remi's , the alchemist all but jumped, turning a rosey-cheeked face towards the blue-eyed man. Despite the start Remi's first instinct was to smile, even as his fingers self-consciously moved to cover the notes and sketches he'd been working on. It was all really just a blur of charcoal smears—mist was not the easiest to draw with any sort of semblance of depth or realism from this vantage point—and his scribbles notes would likely look quite messy and inelegant to anyone else's eye.
"I do." Remi answered immediately with a warm smile. "Curious? As am I." A wry smile tugged at Remi's lips which had gone quite pink (like the rest of his exposed skin) due to the dwindling temperature. Sliding a hand away from the book to reveal some of the markings, Remi gestured over the side. "I was here once with a woman who could detect magic. She said the mist itself was magical. And I heard stories of a beast that keeps its lair somewhere down below." He informed the ascended, thickly accented voice rolling melodically and gently off of his tongue. "I had thought perhaps to sit a while and simply observe."
With a smile and a nod, Remi gestured to the place next to him, offering it to Sam if he was here to do the same.
REMI
Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.