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 Dec 2, 2018 12:32:58 GMT -8
Amaya had expected as much as an answer from her father... But still hearing it aloud made her wince slightly as she got a firm grasp of her wine glass, abandoning the water she had asked for for the moment. She didn't truly have a grasp of what eternity meant, she was far too young she knew to even begin to comprehend it. But she had already begun to notice with each passing birthday, the changes had become ever more imperceivable. Her humanity was becoming distant from her and it felt like it was slipping away far too quickly than she would have liked.
She was silent for a long while not looking at her father before she took a large swallow of the wine, wincing slightly as it burned it's way down her throat and she stood up from the table. "I should... I should go to bed. It's been a long day." She said as her wings unfolded from her back, wrapping around her as if they could ward off the chill of her inevitable fate. "...Thank you for dinner Papa, but I'd like to turn in for the 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 Dec 3, 2018 17:48:26 GMT -8
Coming to his feet Ix makes his way around the table. Though he knows she likely wasn't in the mood for it he draws her into his arms, holding her tight to his chest and kissing the top of her head. "Do not fear sweet child. You may not be one of them but that doesn't mean you can't be a good person." He releases her then and nods. "Off to bed with you then, sleep well." He smiles and vanishes out to the main room of the bar. He had work to do after all.
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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 Dec 3, 2018 20:32:29 GMT -8
Amaya sighed as she watched her father's retreating back, rubbing the top of her scruffy hair a bit before she wrapped her arms around herself as she made her way back up to the room she always took when she was visiting her father. She knew she wouldn't be able to go to bed, not with everything swirling around in her head. So as she unlocked her room, she completely bypassed the bed and instead cracked the window open and crawled out to the roof, watching the night sky swirling above her, exhaling softly. Maybe one day she's find somewhere she belonged in the realm of mortals. She just would have to keep looking.
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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 Dec 30, 2018 13:02:27 GMT -8
Ix was aware of Amaya's movement to the roof in the same way he was aware of everything going on under his roof. One did not physically manifest a portion of their hellish domain without retaining a measure of genius loci within it. The question was, how could he resolve his daughter's sickness of the heart. Having her conflicted and uncertain did not just hurt him as a parent, it was also a detriment to his long-term goals. The simple truth was he would be best served if she was happy and secure in her place in the world but how to go about that? An idea occurred to him as he ponders upon this problem. The following morning Amaya would be awoken with the usual scents of breakfast that pervaded her father's inn. Eggs, bacon, toast, jam, potatoes, and pastries. She would find Ix behind the bar talking to a young man, or at least, he looked mostly like a young man. With angular features that were handsome bordering on pretty, jet black hair, and piercing brown eyes he was quite striking. Especially given that he had a scar that split his eyebrow that served to enhance his look. Of course, the more attention-grabbing characteristic he had was the pair of jet black, feathery wings growing from his back. When Ix spots his daughter he holds up a single digit and waves at her. "Good morning sleepy head! Are you ready for breakfast?" There is a pause and then he chuckles. "Oh, and where are my manners, this young man is Anriel. He's a Nephilim that arrived on Edan a few weeks ago, he's become something of a regular." The young man turns to Amaya and offers a tight smile, he didn't seem displeased to see her but perhaps a bit displeased to be put on the spot. "Hello." He says his eyes flicking to Ix. "Ah yes," Her father says with a laugh. "Anriel, this is my daughter Amaya." The tightness in the young man's gaze lessens somewhat and he speaks once again. "A pleasure to meet you Amaya."
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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 Dec 30, 2018 14:34:16 GMT -8
Amaya woke up early the next morning still laying out on the roof top, her wings wrapped around her body to fend off the night's chill. It was rare she could fall asleep inside, even on her best days and it would seem that last night was no exception. She quickly slipped back into her room, her ears picking up the sounds of her father's minions beginning to get the tavern cleaned and ready for breakfast. She decided to take a quick bath while she had the chance to hoping a dip in the water would help her clear her mind.
Oh, if only life were so simple that one could take a dip with all the weight of the world, wash away the worries and drain them off with the bath water. At the very least, she shed off some of the dust that clung to her from her travels. Seeing as she had no intention or need to fight, she decided against putting her armor back on, leaving it out with the hopes of getting it polished later. As a nice change of pace, she merely wore a clean pair of trousers and a black blouse tucked into the belt around her hips. It'd been far too long since she could just be a civilian. It was times like those she was tempted to move back to Edan permanently but she knew already her place was not here.
Once ready for the day, she crawled back out the window, following her father's presence to the back of the tavern, unfolding her wings to break her fall as she drifted down to him. Her brow crinkled a bit as she saw the man standing in front of her father and regarded him skeptically. Nothing against him but typically the people her father was 'friends' with, weren't the best sort. Not wanting to be rude from the get go though she inclined her head a bit to them both. "Good morning papa. Good morning sir. Nice to meet you too." She offered as she extended her hand to him.
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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 Dec 31, 2018 8:48:17 GMT -8
Anriel gives her hand a firm shake, however, before he can speak again Ix chimes in. "Sir? Amaya, he is barely older than you are." Her father chuckles as Anriel drops her hand, shooting Ix a look. "Actually he may be a bit young I am not sure." Tapping his chin he shakes his head and then laughs. "But he does have a bit in common with you. His mother was an angel, I mean different end of the spectrum but still, heck his father even died!"
It was at this point that Anriel's look goes from inscrutably annoyed to outright offended. "IX!" The exclamation was that of a young man that just had sensitive information revealed by someone else, but wasn't quite sure how to handle the person revealing it. After all, how did one scold both a senior, the owner of the establishment you were in, and a demonlord.
"Hmmm?" Ix inquires his gaze slipping to Anriel and the young man moves in to hiss an angry epitaph at him. When he finishes Ix blinks in slow languid surprise. "Oh, I see. Right." Turning his gaze back to Amaya he offers an amused smile. "Well, forget all that." Waving his hand absently he waves his hand. "Anyway, stay right here I'll go fetch your plate Anriel. Would you like something to eat Amaya?"
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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 Dec 31, 2018 14:22:09 GMT -8
Amaya gave her father an exasperated look as she turned to rub her forehead. It was of little wonder why she was so inept at social interaction when you took into consideration how her father acted. At the very least she understood you had to be somewhat delicate with people. Especially when discussing something so... personal.
"Papa, really?" She said finally giving him a look before she turned to Anriel. "I'm sorry for your loss Anriel. And for him." She jabbed her thumb in her father's direction as she sighed and began turning away from the men, calling over her shoulder. It was too early in the morning to pick a fight. "I was going to head into town to see if the blacksmith would be available to sharpen my blade and repair my armor while I'm here. I can pick something up from a bakery on my way."
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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 Jan 1, 2019 9:02:48 GMT -8
Ix's expression turns stricken at her words. Asking, without saying, what did I do? As though he didn't know perfectly well what he'd done but this was all part of the theatrics. So far as Anriel knew, he was Ix Kite a tiefling bar owner and revealing more than that would cause a delicate shift in certain balances.
Anriel offers Amaya a wane smile. "Think nothing of it and thank you for your condolences, it was some years ago but some days the wound still feels fresh." He inclines his head as he settled back down at the bar.
As Amaya turned to leave Ix had to stop himself from sucking in a breath of annoyance. The girl wondered why she had no friends when she would rather eat by herself than with someone she had things in common with. But she was stubborn and headstrong, so of course, she'd be deliberately contrarian just to spite him. Ah well, he would settle for planting a seed rather than baiting a hook this morning. "Fine, fine go out and pay more money for inferior food." He sniffs as she leaves. "Just break your father's heart why don't you?" Of course, the light of amusement in his eyes made it clear she was doing no such thing.
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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 Jan 2, 2019 12:35:26 GMT -8
"As if you have one." She instinctively muttered under her breath before wincing a bit, glad the wind was blowing in the other direction, carrying her voice in front of her. She loved her father and she knew he loved her in his way. It was just... a heavy burden to bear sometimes. She always felt caged around him, slowly becoming more and more entangled in whatever long term scheme he had in store for her.
Grimacing a bit, feeling her powers flair at the negativity swirling around her, she made a mental note to add a trip to the local church on her outing as she spread her wings wide. The wind picked up and with a leap she was soaring, circling- once, twice, thrice- before set off at an easy glide to town. Walking would have been easier, sure, but despite the long trip over, she still needed some fresh air and to stretch her wings often to shake off the feeling of being a caged canary.
It was afternoon before Amaya finally wandered back into the tavern again, holding a small bag with some of her and her father's favorite sweets from the bakery. Another attempt at a peace offering after her little excursion had cooled her head and her temper. She was walking a bit gingerly, back into the tavern purely because of the holy water she'd doused herself with for some peace of being. The blacksmith luckily hadn't had much business and gladly accepted the job from her.
"Papa? Are you around?" Amaya called into the bar, holding up the bag. "I bring a peace offering."
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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 Jan 11, 2019 20:00:43 GMT -8
On the literal end of things Ix did, in fact, have a heart. Just because the pile of flesh he was driving was a construct he created didn't mean he'd skimped on the fine details. He wasn't some common imp who made a fleshy shell that would break apart under the slightest bit of applied force! He was a prince damn it and he made actual life, or well he made an accurate soulless facsimile before he inhabited it.
However, he knew that she meant that he didn't have a heart in the metaphorical sense. Which also wasn't strictly speaking true, especially since that comment was like a metaphorical dagger in his heart. Sure, he may be trying to manipulate her into opening up a hole in reality so he could reign destruction on the material plane but that was a secondary objective. His primary objective was to do a good job raising his favorite progeny because damn it, he did care! He was an immensely powerful ageless being, he could care in ways mortals couldn't even fathom!
Which is why by the time she returned he was getting on a good pout. Or well, that is what most people would call it. Ix would likely kill anyone who called it that though since it was beneath his dignity to pout even if his favorite daughter had said such hurtful things to him. No, he was sitting on the floor behind the bar drinking hard liquor by the bottle because that was what he felt like doing. When he hears her return he doesn't get up but he does speak up.
"I'm behind the bar."
His voice was perfectly clear and sober, he couldn't actually get drunk he just enjoyed the taste of the alcohol and he had a sense for the dramatic.
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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 Jan 11, 2019 21:31:58 GMT -8
Amaya immediately turned in the direction of his voice before grimacing a bit as she realized that even with the wind blowing the direction that it was, her father still had exceptional hearing. Stepping further into the bar she grimaced as the scent of hard alcohol assaulted her senses, the amount weighing on the air almost enough to get her a little tipsy herself. So.. he hadn't taken it well then.
"Papa..." She sighed as she walked over to the side of the bar hopping over it effortlessly, though she did grimace as her clothing chafed against the still rather raw burns from the cleansing waters. She landed on her knee and carefully crept over going to sit next to him. She waited a moment before she set the bag with the cake box down between them. "...I didn't mean what I said. It just... slipped out. I'm just... I've been having more trouble controlling myself than usual so... sometimes... Things slip...." She took a breath.
"I know you love me in your way. And I love you in mine." She said softly gingerly hugging her knees. Her skin was a bit red and blotchy in some places as if she was going through an allergic reaction, but she was just taking it in stride.
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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 Jan 12, 2019 18:08:00 GMT -8
Ix looks up from his spot on the floor and lets out a long world-weary sigh as Amaya finishes speaking. With slow deliberate movements he picks up each drained bottle and coming to his feet he sets them back on the shelf. This done he once again joins her on the floor as he looks at her skin mottled and burned from the holy water.
"And your solution is to torture yourself?" He finally asks giving her the flat level look that fathers save for when their children have done something beyond the bounds of conventional wisdom. He was not pleased to see her in such a state and he could tell that it was self inflicted since if it wasn't she would have opened with that.
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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 Jan 14, 2019 15:12:14 GMT -8
Amaya tensed a bit at that as she instinctively rubbed at her neck. "I'm not... It's not torture." She said after a moment's hesitation. "It just... helps me to keep my other half in check." She refused to look at him as she started picking at the fabric covering her knees. "And anyway, that's not the point. I'm trying to apologize for what I said earlier. I even brought cake.." She offered as she went to open the bag, taking out the cake box from within. Again her efforts at changing the subject were pitiful at best.
Her body had become accustomed to her 'cleansing' and she knew come a few hours, the burns would heal, just leaving her skin a bit sensitive for the rest of the day. She was well aware her father didn't like it, but she always just assumed it was because she wasn't embracing and letting her more demonic side out.
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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 Jan 14, 2019 18:57:38 GMT -8
Ix's mouth forms into a thin line, the corners of his lips curling down into a sharp frown. Far too often she was trying to end conversations with him rather than having them. He was her father, her well being was his concern, he was fairly certain it was his business if she was dousing herself with holy water.
"Very well, your apology is accepted." Ix finally says letting out another long low sigh. He turns his attention to the cake. He liked cake, as he liked most human foods, since he could control the makeup of his taste buds it was easy to enjoy almost anything honestly. While this is considered, he also considers what to say to her next.
"You do not have two sides." He says slowly, carefully. "I know you feel that way but the reality is until you view yourself as a whole being, not a division between human and demon, you will struggle. You need to find a balance between your two parts because just like this tart." He pulls out one from the bag. "They are part of the whole. You may not like the crust, but it is what keeps the fruit contained without it the tart is just jam. Just as how the crust is just dough without the fruit. Together they are a tart."
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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 Jan 16, 2019 19:26:37 GMT -8
Amaya pursed her lips as she gripped her legs tighter, her eyelids drifting shut. "Papa... You don't understand that it's not that... easy to do. I have to control that side of myself or who knows what could happen. Nothing good has ever happened whenever I give an inch to that side of myself. And no matter what you say, that side of myself is distinctly different than my human side. It’s stronger, more violent, more prone to … destruction. More so than I think I ever want to be. I feel both sides constantly constantly warring with each other. Both sides constantly screaming in my head for control because that will make me the best that I can be." She murmured as she released her knees to press a hand to her chest, the other knotting itself in her hair. " But I don’t even know who I want to be half the time. But I do know I… I don't want the wrong side to win." She mumbled as her hand clenched in her shirt.
"I don't.. I don't want to hurt people. I don't want for people to be afraid of me. I just... want people to understand me. And I want to understand them. When the demon takes over... that doesn't make people want to understand, it just makes them fear and run. So I have to keep it restrained and bottled... just until I can control it and get better with humans- show them I don’t mean them harm. Demons and humans are just... too different, Papa. It's not just like some pastry." She mumbled as she took the tart from him, breaking it in half. After a moment, she offered him the other half. “...Sorry that I’m not the daughter you wanted.”
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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 Jan 17, 2019 6:25:07 GMT -8
"You think I don't know what it is like to suppress violent instincts?" Ix says with a snort that only a father who is having his child complain about a problem they think is unique to them can manage. "Your problem child is that you've confused your violent instincts with evil, they aren't they are natural. I've said it before, I will say it again if the mortals are sheep than demons are wolves and the celestials are shepherds. Is the wolf evil because he eats the sheep to live? Is the shepherd good because he feeds the sheep and takes care of it before slitting its throat for mutton? Naturally, some of the nuances are lost since these are metaphors but the essential message remains the same."
With a sigh, he shakes his head. "I am not trying to tell you to give into your destructive impulses, I am not trying to tell you to become what you think of as evil. I am telling you that the way you are handling learning self-control isn't healthy. You do not reach a state of balance by denying part of yourself. You also don't become happy if you are consistently gauging your value based on the opinions of others." Rubbing the bridge of his nose he tries not to grind his teeth.
"You don't want the mortals to fear you? Well, tough shit, no matter what you do some of them will based solely on what you are. No matter what you do, no matter what you say, no matter how good your intentions, people will fear you and they will hate what they fear. You are right, it isn't easy. Having power is never easy, learning how to control it is never easy, but running away from it doesn't make the power go away it just exacerbates the problem. While you are keeping it restrained and bottled all you are doing is letting the negative emotions build up, those emotions feed into your violent impulses and when you do release that is when bad things happen."
Ix realizes he'd gotten somewhat carried away and he'd definitely gotten heated so he takes a few breathes to calm himself once again. If she ever cared to pay attention she may one day realize that despite the fact that he had considerably more power than her, even when he got upset none of it leaked out. "You are the daughter I want dear child, that's why I want what's best for you. In this case, in my opinion, what is best for you is to learn healthy co-oping tactics for dealing with your power and the parts of yourself you are not fond of. As it stands now I would not be surprised if, in a few years, you simply tear yourself apart and in the doing do the very thing you are trying to avoid."
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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 Jan 19, 2019 14:01:03 GMT -8
Amaya's lips pursed into a thin line as she listened to what her father had to say. Distantly, she understood what he was saying, and the rational part of her mind began screaming that it'd been right all along. But then still the other portion of her mind grouched stubbornly, refusing to admit to the truth in his words. Frustration was building the longer he spoke and she dropped her head onto her knees as she let out a loud groan.
"Well how am I supposed to learn to cope and control it then? I can't just demolish a building or start a storm whenever I get angry, papa. And when I am really incensed, just counting to ten doesn't really cut it. The pain helps me clear my head and I know it's not exactly... healthy but what else am I supposed to do? I don't exactly have forever to figure it out." She mumbled as she looked at him, her eyes watering a bit with angry tears.
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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 Jan 19, 2019 18:12:55 GMT -8
"In point of fact," Ix says but then opts not to remind her that she did, indeed, have forever. "In regards to what you should do to try and learn how to control yourself, I am not sure. What have you tried beyond holy water. There are a variety of methods developed by the humans for controlling anger I am sure you could try since I doubt you would like my method of reigning in control of my violent impulses."
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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 Jan 20, 2019 12:27:35 GMT -8
She sighed before shrugging a bit. "I had the holy water recommended to me by a passing religious man that I encountered. It worked well so I never really tried anything else... Is suppose I'll have to look into it.... But papa, how do you control your violent impulses though?" She said as she looked at him taking a bite out of the tart she'd broken in half moments before.
It was something she'd have to research and look into it would appear. And though she doubted her father would have a way that was... suitable for her lifestyle, it still may be helpful to her cause. She didn't ever really see her father truly get angry- at her that is- and she knew she had upset him on more than one occasion.
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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 Jan 20, 2019 19:18:32 GMT -8
"Don't ask questions you don't want answers to child," Ix says with a low chuckle. "Although that saying doesn't make much sense, it is really the person being questioned saying that you won't like the answer. But how would you know that you wouldn't?" Shaking his head Ix realizes he is getting into semantics before letting out a sigh.
"I have numerous techniques to mute my violent impulses. Typically by expressing them in, let us call it, a safe environment away from those I would not wish to harm. By exercising my power in a controlled way at regular intervals it acts as a sort of pressure valve for myself. But I will not discuss my primary technique with you as you've made it clear I am not to discuss it with you previously."
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