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!
if there's a reason I'm still alive when so many have died
He found himself here often. All of the work he enjoyed doing, all the duties he held within his hands and his heart, were only strengthened by his time here. He stood along the wall, leaning and waiting with others as they watched the abandoned throw magic at each other. They seemed to be coming back to the training grounds rather than spending all of their time in within the walls of the academy. Without Zariah, it seemed, Jace had a hard time keeping students. It made sense -- Noah himself did not trust the man once held by Eirachi. How could he? He came back here to Halo with his mother, dead, across his shoulder....alas, it didn't matter. Noah pulled his thoughts back to himself.
A few more people came in and out, but a stranger piqued the hunter's interest. She settled nearest to him, watching the magic bounce back and forth. The Olson man watched her carefully, an eyebrow lifting finally as her hooded head shook. "Not much for magic, then?' He asked, arms crossing over his broad chest as he leaned somewhat towards the stranger wrapped thickly in fur. He bounced his shoulder off the wall and took a step forward and to the side, standing partially before the woman and blocking her view to the Abandoned finishing their spar. "You prefer hand to hand? Weaponry?" He asked, glacier eyes bouncing down towards her beltline, then back up towards her hooded face.