#〈 * 〉▎an angel on the cutting room floor / blank stare / nothing more ( remira. )

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remira / endless gifs.

#〈 * 〉▎an angel on the cutting room floor / blank stare / nothing more ( remira. ) #HER EYES! LOOK AT HER! LOOK AT HER HER EYES ARE SO BABY COW

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#these were 2 of my favorite stills. look at her FUCKIN FACE #〈 * 〉▎an angel on the cutting room floor / blank stare / nothing more ( remira. ) #no she's so pretty i simply cannot think ab it

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the cloth wrapped around the soft flesh of her arm is stiff with blood. remira knows she needs to address it, look after it, but there has always been something about a woman and the need for approval, she knows. look at me, she all but screams. i am tough, too.

❝ see the posting out front ? ❞ she muses, her fingers curled around the mug of beer. remira glances at @faereun, something thoughtful and adventure - hungry to her eyes. ❝ something's terrorizing the neighboring village of azemeth. they think ogres, but no one's lived to come back and tell. ❞

#faereun #faereun ▎aradin. #〈 * 〉▎an angel on the cutting room floor / blank stare / nothing more ( remira. ) #hellooooo i thought a little adventurer's guild adventure could be fun! #also i will be throwing nocturne @ shaddy as well bc i couldn't choose 😔 so sorry haha #but i hope this works for you!

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REMIRA , 4 / ∞

#〈 * 〉▎an angel on the cutting room floor / blank stare / nothing more ( remira. ) #howling at the moon about her and her pixie cut

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remira is more bark than bite but she's also insane the way a little chihuahua is so u should be careful when she snaps

#she's wild she's insane she'd fight god #can i even add this to my headcanon tag #iv. remira / hc. #〈 * 〉▎an angel on the cutting room floor / blank stare / nothing more ( remira. )

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it's been going on for a few minutes now. the ranger knows the telltale feel of a gaze on her, the way it prickles the hair at her nape. aradin's fucked off somewhere, as has barth, and the archer was left to hold fort at this shitty little tavern.

the patron watching keeps her busy, though. she isn't even trying to hide the judgement in her gaze as some smarmy human hits on a tiefling woman far out of his league. what she does pretend, however, is that she isn't thinking her friends are doing the same.

❝ out with it, then. i know you're not looking at me for my beauty. ❞ remira sighs, annoyed and put out about having a conversation. her gaze slides to where the other woman sits at her right.

❝ i wasn't staring at you. ❞ @streetsrot counters, but remira's not buying it. she levels her with a gaze that says as much. ❝ look, argue with a wall. are you gonna tell me why you were watchin' me, or not ? if not, i recommend you take your little gaze elsewhere. stool's open at the other end of the tavern. ❞

#streetsrot #streetsrot ▎v. #〈 * 〉▎an angel on the cutting room floor / blank stare / nothing more ( remira. ) #i. remira / ic. #we have done nym and v now may i present u: remira and v #remira is even more insane than nym bc she's not hiding from shit LMAO

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REMIRA , 1 / ∞

#〈 * 〉▎an angel on the cutting room floor / blank stare / nothing more ( remira. ) #i love her so much. she has so much potential no one look at me #i'm taking her into my hands and giving her a huge storyline now buckaroos she's MINE i'm ready to plot

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remira's someone who wants affection and intimacy so bad but she'd rather harpoon her eyes out than ask for even a MORSEL of anything

#remira like it's HUMILIATING to need #(rennym is shaking her hand tbh) #〈 * 〉▎an angel on the cutting room floor / blank stare / nothing more ( remira. ) #iv. remira / hc.

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—    BASICS.

full name.    remira holt. nicknames.     only a select few get to call her mira. race.     human. class.     ranger. background.    outlander. age.      twenty six. birthday.    current calendar, september 22 zodiac.    virgo gender / pronouns.    cis-female, she / her occupation.     adventurer / merc.

spoken languages.     common, can also speak with animals sexual & romantic orientation.    bisexual demiromantic

—    PHYSICALITY.

height.       5'1 hair.        brown eyes.        brown distinguishing marks.       honestly she's just covered in little nicks and marks and scars. many heal well, but ultimately she also just has a lot that don't.

—    RELATION.

parents.       she has no connection to her parents any longer, and she hasn't seen them in nearly 10 years. siblings.       she has no connection to her older sister any longer, and she hasn't seen her in nearly 10 years. notable friends / allies.      aradin, liam, barth. significant other:  verse dependent pet(s).       none.

—    STATS.

strength.       9 dexterity.        15 constitution.      14 intelligence.        10 wisdom.    11 charisma.     10

—    BIO.

tba. sparknotes version: - born to a family in a small village, has an older sister - her village was ravaged by ogres looking for easy targets / sacrifices and honestly there's no easy way to put it but she was left as a sacrifice / left for dead. - she was able to get away by luck and cutting her hair free ( she will probably never grow it out again ) - she is taken in by an elderly druid ranger who teaches her everything she could ever need to know - mostly you'll find her adventuring either solo or with aradin's crew.

#v. remira / bio. #〈 * 〉▎an angel on the cutting room floor / blank stare / nothing more ( remira. )

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remira's the type to not look like she could take you in a fight but she could take you in a fight

at the same time she would also get her shit rocked in a fight but she'll smile through her bloody lip and her bruised jaw because she's a little freak

#she loves a good fight and she's fucking crazy #small insane dog status actually #〈 * 〉▎an angel on the cutting room floor / blank stare / nothing more ( remira. ) #iv. remira / hc.

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when remira worked alone she gained the trust of a lot of the fauna in whatever area she had to be in through her ability to speak to animals. she doesn’t use much other magic at all, save for healing potions from time to time, but the creatures that live in an area can tell you a lot.

#〈 * 〉▎an angel on the cutting room floor / blank stare / nothing more ( remira. ) #iv. remira / hc. #demanding all the snow white jokes actually #but she swears by it. a lot of times help from the wildlife was how she stayed alive early on.

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remira at 17 when her home in the western heartlands was ravaged and she lost her entire family vs. remira at 26, present day.

#my long hair young remira lives on #i use 'lost her entire family' lightly because it's more like she was grabbed by an ogre and everyone in her tiny village betrayed her #and left her to die <3 #i have to make a whole hc about this i have a plan. i have a plan #〈 * 〉▎an angel on the cutting room floor / blank stare / nothing more ( remira. ) #if u saw me mess with her present day age no u didnt. i made like 4 typos LMAOO

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remira used to have incredibly long hair. it was always either plaited, or left down, flowy and soft. after it nearly costed her her life, having been grabbed by the fistful by an ogre and thrown like rag doll, she gave herself a pixie cut. she'd been 18, and she's kept it short since.

she's tired of feeling like a liability.

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REMIRA, 2 / ∞

#another recoloring for her bc i love her and am having so many thoughts about her backstory #〈 * 〉▎an angel on the cutting room floor / blank stare / nothing more ( remira. )

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there is grief to always getting hurt. to feeling weak, human and fragile. she runs with crowds who can often stay standing after a blow, and while she prides herself on her resilience [ . . . ] remira was sometimes not the best at standing tall when hurt.

❝ be quick with it. ❞ remira bites out, exhaustion and a difficult fight leaving her without much patience. she is grateful for the help, but a little too prideful to admit it. ❝ nobody said healing spells were gentle so just, bear with me a second. ❞ @leatherforhell counters, and it causes the brunette to close her eyes, exhale through her nose. she counts to ten. ❝ is it hard to cast them ? ❞ idle conversation wasn't her strong suit, but she needed something to focus on.

#leatherforhell #leatherforhell ▎clara kelly. #i. remira / ic. #〈 * 〉▎an angel on the cutting room floor / blank stare / nothing more ( remira. ) #you said anyone so i am giving you mira bc i have been obsessed lately :sighs:

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there was no such thing as gentle. not for remira at seventeen, left behind and forgotten, rag doll tossed and only alive by happenstance. not for remira at twenty, with her bloody fingers and her bow lessons. certainly not for remira now, twenty six and worn, years on the road, dirty and aching. this was not a comfortable job, nor a comfortable life.

she'd like to think she wouldn't flinch having a wound dressed, because she's always got something to clean up, but she was only human.

most days, she was just a girl.

❝ hold still. this might sting a little. ❞ @faereun's tone is gruff, but quiet, like it had the potential to be soothing if he actually tried. the spirit - soaked cloth is pressed to open wound on her shoulder and despite her best effort, she flinches away, hissing. ❝ son of a bitch. ❞ she hisses, steeling herself for it this time. ❝ m'sorry. ❞ shame colors her tone, and she leans back into his touch, waiting for the sting of the cloth again. it was embarrassing enough she'd needed his help again. ❝ tired. ❞ it's the blood loss, surely. she can feel sleep licking at her heels. ❝ aren't you [ . . . ] tired ? ❞

#faereun #faereun ▎aradin. #〈 * 〉▎an angel on the cutting room floor / blank stare / nothing more ( remira. ) #i. remira / ic. #hey. im kind of feral ab this actually