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!
Remi drew in a sharp inhale as Elyna spoke at length to the older man on the horse, his lips remaining slightly parted as if to speak her name in rebuke. He didn't of course, such was not the alchemist's way, but an anxious need to placate the gaurdswoman strongly fell over him. Ely wasn't wrong in what she was saying but it all seemed so.. unnecessary? Remi knew–or thought he knew–the power that the former bloodfiend possessed, and for his part, he'd retained his ability to shift into a hawk (and he'd actually gained a shift, not that he'd figured that out yet though); surely they could handle one lone man on a pony?
Was all this show of force truly necessary?
Given Remi's non-military background it made sense that his thoughts formed in such a naive way, believing instead that conversation and understanding was the best route forward.
Apparently however, as Rory drew the pony back, Remi would find himself alone in that opinion.
Dropping his hand disappointedly to his side, the alchemist's pale stare rose to look curiously upon Rory. It was free of judgement, if not slightly wounded. Remi was no naive idiot, but he did often gravitate towards believing the best in people regardless of how many times that assumption was proved wrong.
But then Rory spoke with words–if not tone–that seemed to match Ely's. Glancing backwards towards the guard, Remi retreated a few steps to stand next to his raven-haired counterpart feeling at odds with the pair, both of whom seemed to have happily donned positions of mutual distrust.
And so the alchemist opted to remain silent.
remi
How do you steal what you really want
When what you really want is free?
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.