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.
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!
01-18-2019, 04:47 PM (This post was last modified: 01-18-2019, 04:47 PM by Remi.)
For a moment Remi didn't stir. The loss of blood and the far-too cold temperatures of the cave had lulled his body into a sort of icy stasis. He could probably last quite a while like this, his body working sluggishly given just how cool the temperature was, but it certainly slowed his mind dramatically. The ascended's voice did little to rouse the sleeping alchemist, but as he was prodded, his eyes sleepily flickered open. Remi's pale sea-glass green eyes looked all the more hauntingly exhausted for the small respite he'd been given, and almost painfully he squeezed his eyes closed before opening them again.
Extending his hands towards Sam, he gratefully accepted the help in standing. Though even as he rose vertically he stumbled back slightly against the wall, his back knocking against the wall painfully. With an ooof, Remi swiped a hand across his eyes, nodding sluggishly at Sam's request. "Of course I will." He murmured gently.
Watching Sam try to transform was impossibly adorable and Remi smiled at his friend drowsily waiting for him to shrink and become sufficiently feathered to fly. However as it appeared that the transformation was not going to take place, Remi's expression became concerned. The transformation had always come easily to the attuned, even when he was in his fledgling days of being a bird. But whether or not the experience was even remotely the same given that Sam was an ascended, he didn't know.
"Try again? Remember the way it felt. See the feathers and remember what it was like to have them grow from you—" Holding out a hand, Remi demonstrated, allowing feathers to softly cover his fingers and his palm.
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.