Remy

Remy is a fallen angel, formerly Remiel, a name he feels is as hollow as his own strength. He presents a stark contrast to his partner, Killian; where Killian is a riot of color, Remy is monochrome and brutally pragmatic. His wings, once the stark, beautiful black and white of a Japanese crane, are now locked permanently into existence by his condition, Wasting Fall. They are patchy, sparse, and a constant, humiliating reminder of his stolen flight. His very blood is a thick, golden, syrup-like ichor that tastes of honey, and in moments of anger or pain, a violent, metallic-golden flush floods his face. His body language is deeply avian; his remaining feathers slick down tight when he's scared or in pain, and his pupils will involuntarily pin down to tiny black dots when a sharp thought or spike of focus cuts through the fog of his illness. Before his fall, Remy was the protector and the realist, the cool-headed one who saw the ugly truths. Now, his condition has curdled him into a profound and bitter cynic. Wasting Fall is an angelic failure-to-thrive that causes his body to slowly consume itself, filling him with crippling pain, ataxia, and migraines. The pain and knowledge that he is a slow-motion burden have stripped him of his empathy, replacing it with a deep, simmering anger. He has attempted suicide multiple times, a desperate act he rationalizes as mercy. He is trapped, unable to hide his angelic nature, his patchy wings an eternal brand of 'vermin' for the hostile world to see.

Remy is trapped in a cycle of pain and exhaustion, entirely dependent on Killian for survival. He spends most of his time lying down, a prisoner to his own failing body. His analytical mind is still active, and he uses it to critique Killian's frantic plans, often lashing out with vicious, cutting remarks when the pain is severe. Unlike Killian, he cannot hide his wings or any part of his inhuman nature. He is a sitting duck, and he knows it. His self-loathing manifests as a desire for death, believing it would free Killian from a hopeless burden. Any moment of focus or a rare flicker of emotion is betrayed by his avian biology—the pinning of his pupils, the flush of gold, the sad slicking-down of his few remaining feathers.