Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Nov 1, 2018 21:04:34 GMT -8
Amaya was startled from her observations of the denizens busy tavern by her father's sudden embrace. "Oh, sorry Papa. I-I told you that I'd be heading back here a bit after sundown." She said, her voice stumbling a bit as she was hurried to the back rooms. "And thank you papa, but you didn't have to go that far to set up. I know you're busy with the front, you don't have to come sit with me." Amaya said as she got her bearing back and straightened up to walk with him back to the private dining room.
"Your tavern has gotten more busy since the last time I was here. Which is no small statement to make." She hummed as she glanced around the back rooms curious to see if anything had changed since the last time she had visited.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Nov 3, 2018 16:04:46 GMT -8
"Bah as if this mortal distraction," Ix says with a casual wave at the tavern before the exit. "Could possibly be more important than my daughter." He finishes as they settle down in one of the back rooms. The polished black surface of the ebony dining table glistens under the magical globes he had in the four corners of the room.
"Now what would you like for dinner?" He inquires as he settles down in his own highbacked chair. The room was much as she'd remember except for some new art decorating the walls by local painters.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Nov 3, 2018 16:26:53 GMT -8
Amaya blinked as she carefully sat down on the other chair across from him, carefully pulling one leg up to lounge comfortably in the chair. "I'll be alright with whatever is already being made in the kitchens. Honestly, I'm just hungry. You know how flying so much can be draining." She said simply as she relaxed back.
She hadn't eaten since she had left the Overworld proper to visit her homeland so, of course she was starving. She wasn't particularly picky about what she ate so long as it was filling. "Whatever you are eating is fine."
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Nov 4, 2018 7:25:08 GMT -8
"Very well." Ix says with a chuckle and though he doesn't visible send any kind of signal a server enters the room. Two glasses of a rich red Rondonese wine is poured for the two of them and he takes a sip. "Tonight's dinner is to be filet mignon, served with a side of seasonal greens, mashed potatoes flavored with garlic and butter, and for dessert, a strawberry and rhubarb pie served with cream." He rattles off the dishes easily enough before leaning back.
"Now, tell me of your travels my dear. I've been worried and it would settle me nerves to know you are keeping safe."
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Nov 7, 2018 9:01:27 GMT -8
Amaya set aside the wine politely and instead asked for a cup of water as she grimaced slightly at the subject of her travels. She fidgeted with the stem of her wine glass as she released a soft sigh.
"... I am keeping safe as best as I can. Traveling and seeing what there is to see...I've seen such color and just... interesting aspects of humanity in lands farther than the overland proper." She smiled softly at the memories before the grimace returned. "But there have been some... turbulent times though. I may have... gotten involved in a few small wars- but only briefly! Just to try and balance the odds... The results... were unpleasant either way." She murmured softly as she continued to worry at the stem of the wine glass.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2018 15:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Nov 7, 2018 14:51:02 GMT -8
If she was worried about him being mad at her for getting into a war, she was worried over nothing. Ix did not consider wars dangerous, now if she'd been going to churches they might have an issue! "Well, of course, despite what the mortals on one side of a war would have you believe they are not the good guys. Your average human civilization is compromised of... for want of a better term sheep. The followers, the general inoffensive and good people that are easily lead by the dogs or eaten by the wolves."
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Nov 8, 2018 22:33:28 GMT -8
Amaya sighed softly as she thanked the servant as he poured her a glass of water before scurrying off. "... I know... I've seen it happen... far too many times already. And the horrible part is that it was probably hardly even a significant proportion of the individuals. But hit has made me realize more that... perhaps not all humans... are necessarily good. Things have...changed a bit." SHhe murmured as she took up the water cup and too a sip.
"It... unfortunately has bled into my powers. I've found...myself slipping up more often. Shrine's have become more common as my brief reprieves. But I have still held up my end of the bargain. Never once have I lost complete control of myself and given into a demonic rage. Humanity is still better to me than the alternative."
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Nov 10, 2018 7:49:52 GMT -8
Ix felt a small thrill of victory at her words, after all, that was what he just said. People were not necessarily good or evil most were good-natured without really rising above the call of duty. That was how the kindly old woman who lived across the way could bake cookies for her neighbor while ignoring the woman's screams each night. It was easy to be kind to someone when it cost you little but when it meant confronting the drunkard of a husband that may lash out at you as well...
"Well, if that is your choice then I support you, sweetie." Ix says with a smile as their food is delivered on ornate plates. He didn't want to force Amaya to do anything, if she chose to help him then that was it, it needed to be her choice.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Nov 10, 2018 18:04:27 GMT -8
Amaya pressed her lips together as she looked down and fidgeted around with the food on her plate. It was unsettling the amount her control had been slipping but she had to hang onto her mothers words and her humanity. She would... Lose something crucial to her being the moment she gave up on her mothers wishes and words.
She knew what the easy choice was... But she had never been one to take the easy way out.
She started cutting into her steak before she spoke up again. "I'm planning on going to a ball I heard word of after this. In the Overworld proper? Apparently it is an open invitation event... I've never been to one thrown by humans... I'm curious to see what it is about."
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Nov 11, 2018 14:55:45 GMT -8
A more transparent attempt to change the subject had never been seen within the walls of The Storm's Eye. However, Ix was not going to pursue the subject any further. While his particular brand of evil could best be described as devil on the shoulder, he'd not put undue pressure on his daughter. He was many things, but a bad father wasn't one of them. Maybe he wasn't a perfect one but he did try to be a good one.
"That sounds like a lot of fun. Where is this ball being held?" He inquires as he places a piece of the succulent meat into his mouth. The chefs he'd hired had really outdone themselves the steak was absolutely perfect.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Nov 18, 2018 21:33:19 GMT -8
"The nation of Isra. There will be beings of all types from what I've gathered as it is an open invitation." Amaya said softly, trying to ignore the niggling anxiety that bubbled in her gut from the mention of the sensitive topic. Giving it attention though, would only make matters worse, so she ignored the sensation as she always did.
It was times like these she truly missed her mother. Without someone she could reliably talk to about her troubles...They were becoming an increasingly heavy weight.
She slowly brought up the cut of steak to her mouth despite her unsettled stomach- the way she was feeling currently, she could've been eating a chunk of leather and it would have tasted the same. "I'm hoping my presence doesn't cause too much of a scene. Glamour was never really something I could master, and I'd rather not strain myself all night."
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Nov 25, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
"I don't see why it would." Ix says as he continues to eat his meal. His table manners were utterly impeccable despite the scruffy appearance he favored. "Some minor demons have taken up residence in the city, even working on the empresses' staff. You should be more than safe there I would think." Leave it to her father to know about the goings on in a city thousands of miles away.
"Although perhaps you should use a glamour anyway. Self-improvement begins by polishing those skills that you do no excel at." Of course that was his response, the demon was ever looking for her to make herself more powerful. The stronger Amaya was the better off she would be and the easier it would be for her to open up the portal when she decided to do so.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Nov 25, 2018 16:04:32 GMT -8
Amaya pursed her lips at that, nudging the greens on her plate around. "...I think I'll be fine as I am. And... I'm not sure that's the type of self-improvement that I am looking for in my travels Papa. I think I'm sufficiently powerful as I am. People get more antsy the stronger that someone appears." She mused softly as she looked up at him. "People make better friends when they are on equal footing, don't they?"
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Nov 25, 2018 17:54:33 GMT -8
"No, don't be ridiculous. People make better friends when they are secure with themselves. If the appearance of strength drives someone away then they would not have been particularly loyal. Think of dogs, they are utterly devoted to humans even though a human could end their life easily. That is because a dog has no capacity to feel self-conscious that their friend is superior to them in some capacity."
Laying his cutlery down he taps his fingers on the table. "But you may be right, if someone befriends you while you are glamoured then odds are they would flee when the glamour wears off. Of course, those that don't would be true friends but I'd still rather not see you feel hurt because you thought someone was better than they actually are."
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Nov 25, 2018 18:17:24 GMT -8
Amaya glanced up at him before sighing softly as she took another bite of steak. "...That's one way to put it, yes. I haven't really... been able to make any good friends as of yet though. Changing my appearance may make my chances better like you said but...also like you said... I wouldn't want to experience them running from me afterwards." She was quiet for a while as she ate a bit more before setting down her forks.
"And... what about you papa? Have you started...ahum..." She cleared her throat awkwardly as she fiddled with her sleeve. It didn't seem like this would ever get any easier. The layer of intimidation was greater than it was for most people. Because yes he was her father, but he was also an immortal, infinitely powerful hell-spawn who wanted to enslave humanity with her help.
Idle dinner chat wasn't the easiest in their... 'family'.
"Have you... started courting anyone recently?" She asked out of common curtesy. He asked enough about her life after all.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Nov 25, 2018 18:31:32 GMT -8
"You'll get some my dear. You are pretty, intelligent, and lovely company. Sure, some mortals will be intimidated but you will make friends." He gives her a warm smile as he returns to his meal, sounding every bit the indulgent father. Mostly because he was, he actually had a great affection for humanity he just saw them for what they truly were unlike Amaya. Humans could have great affection for cows after all, but that wouldn't stop the farmer from slaughtering and eating one.
The question of if he was courting anyone got a laugh. "No, I am not courting anyone." He stops himself from saying he'd yet to find anyone that compared to Amaya's mother, knowing it would just start another fight. "I've been disinclined to it in recent years."
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Nov 25, 2018 20:20:45 GMT -8
Amaya nodded a bit at that. Somewhat relieved and sad at the same time. On the one hand, she wouldn't want to subject another mortal woman to the pain her mother had endured with her father, knowing what he was. And she certainly would not want another demoness to court her father and fuel his...habits and mindset.
But on the other hand, no one should be alone. She, herself, was.... mostly alone traveling through the world. It good to have no restrictions or binds to hold her to the earth but it was also... lonely. It was another reason she was looking forward to the ball. She wanted to make some good mortal friends. Some people that she might return to and ask how they were. And it may... help her with management of her demonic half to have a good influence to speak with other than her father and the occasional terrified priest.
"... You might want to try to look. I mean... it must be lonely below earth. It might help to have someone around to talk to regularly." She offered softly.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Nov 26, 2018 15:15:05 GMT -8
"You know that is a woefully inaccurate saying," Ix says with a chuckle. The conception that hell existed below anything was absurd, it was its own separate plane of reality. "And last I checked it was the parent's job to encourage the child to find someone to be happy with, not the child's to encourage the parent. I have no interest in courting another mortal my dear... not enough time has passed." It may have been years to her but to him, that was barely a drop in the ocean. It was rare for a mortal to leave any kind of impact on such a lifespan and he was surprised to find that the loss of her mother was still a raw wound in many ways.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Nov 29, 2018 6:46:25 GMT -8
Amaya's face faltered before she nodded and looked back down at her plate feeling awkward again. "...I understand." She said softly after a moment then as she set aside her plate for the servant to come by and take it when he had the time. Did she really understand? Not really. It had long been set in her mind that her father hadn't truly cared for her mother. Not when he let her die. How could he ever have if he hadn't lifted a finger to save her when she would have needed them the most.
Her mother's absence from the world was felt strongly by all who knew her. And it of course would be felt the most by the two beings who were closest to her. But she never really thought of her father as being one of them. Amaya's mood began to shift to turbulence once more and she took up the cup of wine to try and ease herself once more, feeling the familiar pull of storm wanting to form.
"...In your own time then." She said as she sat back, feeling the pangs settle in her heart again. She both had, and didn't really have her father. She had lost her mother, and otherwise, didn't really have any other bonds to fulfill her want for company. She'd become painfully aware of it in recent times, when she would step into taverns and see families together eating, or friends sharing a drink. But as she was... It was doubtful she would ever really find a connection like that, or at least a conventional one. Before she could stop herself, a question she hadn't really wanted to ask slipped past her lips.
"Is life really meant to be this lonely? Or is it just because of what we are?"
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2018 15:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Nov 29, 2018 18:57:17 GMT -8
Part of the reason she couldn't forgive him for letting her mother die is she'd never allowed him to explain why he'd done though. There was an old mortal saying about moving heaven and earth for your loved ones, he found it rang exceptionally hollow since those who declared such tripe had never tried to move the heavens.
"Yes."
Ix responds to her question and then he sighs realizing he shouldn't be so dismissive.
"And no."
That hardly helped and he grimaces slightly as he considers how to explain this to her.
"You are immortal Amaya, not invincible, but certainly ageless. In a world of mortals what you are is going to make you lonely, you will inevitably outlive most of the beings you meet. There will be some exceptions to this rule, many mortals pursue immortality and some succeed, but at the end of the day loss will be a constant companion on this plane of existence. However, you can still have friends, family, lovers and ease the loneliness for some time, you just have a hard time of it because..." He trails off and frowns. "Well, I never really tried to get you to use glamours because I think people should like you for who you are. But as you've doubtless noted many of the common mortals are terrified of that. Because of this you haven't had the chance to develop your social skills as much as I would have liked."
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