This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
'Come on up.' Comes the sound of a voice from within the Treehouse. Darkeye will see a ladder that he can climb to reach the interior. Once inside, he'll see a fairly basic structure: dome-roofed and with a couch or two and not much else, the Treehouse is sparsely decorated.
Sitting at a desk is Remi Taliesin. With a head of curls and sea-glass green eyes, the most striking thing about him is perhaps not his obvious strength, but all of his scars. Life has not been easy for him, especially not the past few years, and it absolutely shows. Still, as he looks up at the other man, Remi smiles warmly if not a touch boyishly. "Hello." He says, grinning. "You are Darkeye, I assume?"
Sitting at a desk is Remi Taliesin. With a head of curls and sea-glass green eyes, the most striking thing about him is perhaps not his obvious strength, but all of his scars. Life has not been easy for him, especially not the past few years, and it absolutely shows. Still, as he looks up at the other man, Remi smiles warmly if not a touch boyishly. "Hello." He says, grinning. "You are Darkeye, I assume?"
REMI
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.
