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 23, 2019 11:52:52 GMT -8
Amaya grimaced at that, having an idea of what he meant without him saying it. That was mainly the reason she preferred not to talk about it with him, also the pure fact sometimes when he got going as he did, he'd go much too far and honestly... No one would want to hear about the way their parents 'relieved pressure'.
It did bring up a good point though. "Exercising your power at regular intervals..." She mused as she rubbed her shins carefully, her wings stretching to wrap around her body now. "I do go flying sometimes toclear my head and that works sometimes... But maybe... sparring?" She remembered when she was younger being trained and having a better grip on her powers. But she had thought it was as a consequence of her being weaker then. Perhaps it was some combination of the two. Just as she got her hopes up though, they withered. "... No that wouldn't work... I'd need someone I could stand on equal ground with if it would be useful. Otherwise I'd just be concerned with hurting them the whole time..." She murmured sulking again as she took another bite of the tart.
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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 23, 2019 18:34:07 GMT -8
"Someone of similar power or someone." Ix pauses and decides that using the term infinite to describe himself would be rather arrogant. "More powerful." He finishes as he finds a slice of devils' food cake in the box, which he eats. "I am more than happy to spar with you." He says with a chuckle, she could likely learn much from in such an exercise.
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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 24, 2019 20:55:04 GMT -8
Amaya blinked before she gave a grimace as she turned to look at her father properly. "...That... That sounds like a bad idea." She stated gently, giving her father a wary eye. She knew that a lot of the built up resentment she harbored was for her father. Part of the reason she was so strung up was because she was near her father. "I mean... How durable is that form, papa? I wouldn't want you to have to completely remake it just for some stress relief."
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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 25, 2019 16:19:35 GMT -8
That gets a rather loud snort of amusement from Ix. "Child, even the tithe of my power that I can bring to bear on this plane is enough to challenge you." This wasn't strictly speaking true, she might actually be able to put out more power on this plan of existence. However, the truth was that when it came to one's abilities in a fight technique counted for much, much more. She may have been the magical equivalent of an untrained barbarian wielding a great-ax but he was a master duelist with a rapier. If the question as who could do the most damage there was no argument on who would win, but if the question who was who would win in a fight...
"And my form is likely sturdier than your own. None of my internal organs actually have to work for me to stay alive."
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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 25, 2019 22:25:55 GMT -8
Amaya shot her father a contemplative look before she set aside the tart. She easily climbed up to her feet, her wings spreading to balance her before folding again. "Well if you're certain... Don't say that I didn't warn you later." She said seriously as she rolled her shoulders, before holding out a hand to her father. "We'll need a space that wont take much damage. I mean it can't be in here after all. I'd say we could do it in the back but... I can't guarantee how well I'll be able to control myself." Her hand migrated up to her chin as she tried to think of a place. "That is a conundrum isn't it...."
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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 26, 2019 16:31:27 GMT -8
Ix was starting to think he was being underestimated by his own daughter. This was certainly galling, it was like she was forgetting just who sired her, where exactly her power came from. "Come along." He says with a roll of her eyes as she continues to fabricate roadblocks were there really were none. They could have just left the city if they needed a secluded place or...
Leading her through the inn he takes a few twists and turns before taking her through a pair of double doors that leads into a great hall that looked like it belonged in a castle. The benefit of having folded space within your domain was having such rooms. "The walls are enchanted, your strongest blows could not even scratch them." He says with an absent wave as the doors close behind them.
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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 26, 2019 22:17:24 GMT -8
Amaya sighed softly as she peered into the room, glancing around before she walked in properly, anxiously rubbing the back of her neck. Internally there was already a battle brewing, between her two components. Her more demonic, angry side was roaring with pleasure at the prospect of a fight, especially one as long awaited with her father to finally settle the grief that settled there. Her more human components, reluctant and anxious what this fight may lead to, or worse devolve into. She jumped a bit as she heard the door shut behind her, not having been paying attention in her musings.
"Well... That's handy..." She mused as she walked further into the room, still conflicted as she walked to the center. "...And you're sure about this Papa? It could get... ugly."
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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 27, 2019 18:01:53 GMT -8
Striding into the center of the room Ix pulls a cigar from the inner pocket of his vest. Placing it between his lips he inhales sharply the tip of it turning a bright cherry red, a plume of smoke curling up to the ceiling. As Amaya speaks he turns to face her. "Stop being a coward and hit me." He says absently tapping the ash from the cigar onto the floor.
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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 27, 2019 18:35:20 GMT -8
Amaya blinked at that before her wings twitched in annoyance and her lips set into a thin line. Slowly, her demonic side began to overpower her better reason and her hand tightened into a fist. Her eyes began to glow softly as she walked over to her father again. "I am no coward Papa. Worrying about what I could do to someone who is important to me is not cowardice. From what I've gathered it's a human emotion that is generally pretty normal." She growled still trying to keep her head on straight.
This really probably wasn't a good idea. Repressed emotions were beginning to surface with a vengeance, filling her chest like a balloon, swelling to a point that the slightest bit of friction would set it off in a grand explosion.
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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 28, 2019 6:57:52 GMT -8
"Actually, not acting for fear of the consequences is the very definition of cowardice," Ix says absently as he takes a long drag on his cigar. "And since, intellectually, you know that you cannot do me any permanent harm on the material plane I am going to guess that what is really holding you back is your fear of how you will feel if you let loose."
With an absent motion, Ix slowly raises his hands, a build-up of storm energy visibly building up as he does so. Starting from his shoulder and rolling down his arm until it lances out toward Amaya with a casual flick of his fingers. With such an obvious wind up dodging the blow would be easy as long as she moved before it finished if it hit her it wouldn't do more than stun her though.
"But let me make it easier for you. You don't get to leave until you work through some of your repressed anger." He says with the stern tone of a father who didn't just launch an attack at his daughter.
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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 29, 2019 6:10:18 GMT -8
Amaya's eyes widen as she saw the attack being hurled at her and she quickly darted left tucking into a ball before landing and skidding back on her feet in a crouch. She whipped around watching as the storm cloud smacked into the wall and dispersed with a flare of lighting and thunder.
She gritted her teeth feeling as her anger that had been simmer at a low boil suddenly started in a rolling boil. Her instinct to fight was kicking in full force now. Her eyes flared a white gold like lightning and the veins around her eyes pulsed and thrummed with golden energy as her temper finally gave way. If there was one thing she could not tolerate, it was her father trying to restrict her like he had when she was younger or direct her life.
Her body started thrumming with electricity as the dark storm cloud spun together above her head. Lightning struck from the cloud, down her horns and it raced downwards till it surged and built in her balled fists. She let out an almost feral growl before she sprung off from her crouch. her wings flapping once to give her some more velocity as she threw a charged punch at her father's head. "You're not the one who gets to decide that!"
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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 29, 2019 7:10:35 GMT -8
Ix watches as she charges up her attack, then charges to attack. The entire process was very dramatic as were the words she spat at him as she flew his way. Like a true boxer, Ix bobs his head to one side as his daughter's fist approaches his face. The blow whizzing by his ear had his feet been set he could have parlayed this move into a right hook turning the movement into a cross counter.
Instead, he has simply raised his palm to roughly sternum level so if she followed through properly her chest would impact with his hand, which would turn into a rather solid blow to her solar plexus. He also exhales a lungful of thick acrid smoke directly into her face. The black wisps of pungent ash clinging to her unnaturally getting into her eyes and nose. This was a sparring match and she needed to learn that she couldn't just flail about and expect to win every fight.
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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 30, 2019 20:23:49 GMT -8
The blow to her chest knocked the wind right out of her, and she let out a heavy puff of air at the impact. Luckily, though the pain was sharp, it also saved her from breathing in the smog her father spat in her face. She lurched away, still breathing out, covering her burning eyes. She was coughing and gasping as she swatted the smoke away trying to refocus on her father. Her vision was blurry now and her sense of smell ruined by the smoke. She grit her teeth in anger and again the lightning surged with a vengeance down her arms and started arching and sparking around her. If she couldn't see, they she would expand her range.
Planting her right foot forward she swung again, where she predicted her father to have moved, also listening for his footsteps to correct it. Like a ram on the front of a ship, her fist was buffed by arches of white hot lightning, the force of the punch, bending the energy around her fist and spreading it in a deadly web.
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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 31, 2019 15:44:10 GMT -8
Ix stood calmly as he waits for Amaya to recover, even taking a long drag on his cigar as she starts to gather energy again. Considering he hadn't moved at all locating him would be rather easy for her and as she punched forward with all her might he catches the blow on one arm, letting her fist crack against his wrist, but cushioning the blow against his chest. Which, of course, hurt quite a lot especially when her energy arched into his body making him grit his teeth with the pain.
Of course, he'd not let himself get hit for no reason. First, this fight wouldn't have any catharsis for Amaya if she didn't land any blows at all. Second, since she could see it made putting his free hand on her side rather easy. Magical storm energy did not behave exactly like electricity but it did follow some of the tenants, so using her body to complete the circuit of energy he redirected what she was feeding into him, added a bit of his own energy and then let it flow from his palm into her body with a little more direction than her lightning web.
The result would see his clothing burned, his skin left with ugly red welts, and his daughter more than likely blasted across the room and into the nearby wall.
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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 Feb 3, 2019 17:56:29 GMT -8
When Amaya felt her father place his hand on her waist, distantly she knew she'd made a mistake. By the time she'd processed that though, her body was surging sideways into the nearest wall. Instinctively her wings spread and gave an impressive surge forward, but it wasn't enough to stop her from crashing into the wall. She let out a sharp cry as her back smacked against the unyielding wall and slumped forward, seeing stars. The fact the walls were enchanted against damage, appeared to be doing her more harm at this point. At least if the wall had crumpled it would have reduced her impact. Instead she dinged off of the wall like a stone bouncing off a tree trunk.
Amaya was hunched on the ground on her hands and knees, shaking her head trying to dim the ringing in her ears and focus again, pacing her breathing. The storm above her head flickered weakly, spinning in wisps as she refocused. Breathing slowly, she started staggering back to her feet as her mind began to recenter. Though in a way that wasn't typical of her. IT was as if the hit to her head set something she'd been holding back loose. Frustration was just building in her chest now along with her anger as she glared at her father, her hair more of a mess than usual. Resentment was festering, mixing with long repressed feelings of regret, guilt, and... some other emotion she couldn't quite give a name to. Though it was more like she she didn't want to.
The aura surrounding her grew darker- the usual stormy gray, darkening like a bad storm- blackening to a color and a consistency much like tar. Her pupils had dilated absorbing much of the golden color to her irises and the webbing of electricity around her eyes expanded. Gold turned to blue as her nails extended and sharpened, her canines extending and sharpening. She didn't move for a moment, just breathing, staring without quite seeing. She let storm within her build in her gut, the blue lightning continuing to expand and take over her body until she couldn't take it any longer.
She tilted her head back, pausing in her breathing before she finally let it all go. The light came first, blinding and painful as it swept through the room, and the following scream that shook the foundations like a thunderstorm, would make a normal human's eardrums bleed. Her aura flared and expanded dangerously, strong enough to warp anyone who stepped into it.
For the first time in her life, Amaya was having a tantrum.
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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 Feb 4, 2019 11:01:14 GMT -8
Seeing that he had the time Ix opted to repair the superficial damage that had been done to him. He was surprised that the deep tissue damage was too much for him to simply smooth away, but the rest was just a matter of reshaping flesh. He even regrew the burned patches of clothing so he at least looked unharmed. Thus far he was treating her like a child that was fighting an adult and in terms of skill that wasn't far off, however, this child was as strong as an ox which was proving problematic.
Speaking of problems Amaya was building a rather alarming amount of energy and it was becoming increasingly apparent that she was going to release it in a massive shockwave. The question was, what would he do about that? With a sigh, he realized that if his daughter was going to have any sense of catharsis and release then she needed to do more than the paltry amount of damage she had to him. So as she prepared to let loose he summoned up the bare minimum amount of defense he needed to survive the attack.
The shockwave of the shout slammed into him and it was now Ix's turn to go soaring through the air, smacking against the fall wall, bouncing off it, and then sliding to the ground. The entire experience was massively painful and he actually found he barely wanted to get up now that it was over. By his staticy balls that had hurt like the dickens, he probably should have fortified his defenses more than he had. With a groan, Ix gets to his feet disturbed to quite a lot of blood flowing down his chest. That probably wasn't good.
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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 Feb 8, 2019 20:06:44 GMT -8
What also wasn't good was that it was rapidly becoming apparent that whatever dam Amaya had carefully constructed to hold back her destructive tendencies and raw power had sprung a leak. Though a leak may be a bit of a conservative description. Power continued to radiate off of her in waves, years of repressed grief, guilt, sorrow, and anger finally seeing the light of day. The wards protecting the walls of the room from damage were practically groaning under the weight of trying to keep the storm contained.
The room wreaked of ozone, the air feeling charged and live with power. And it was thrilling. Her mind was finally blissfully blank, not thinking constantly of what she was doing, analyzing-reanalyzing-overanalyzing every exertion of her power. But she needed more- wanted more. She didn't think as her feet and the storm carried her forward, her hand outstretched, the storm following and enveloping her as her hand closed around her father's throat, slamming him back into the wall. Volts upon volts, poured from her body into her father's form as her grip around his throat tightened gradually.
Apart from herself, she could hear herself screaming still at her father in her rage. It was mostly gibberish strung together. Moisture poured down her cheeks but whether it was from rain, sweat, or tears she couldn't tell. She didn't care to. "Why? Why did you make me like this? Why did you twist me like this?! Why couldn't I just be human? I just want to be! I just want to have mama! But you took her away!" She slammed Ix into the wall again, her hand still enclosed about his throat. "You, why would you make this!? Make me?! Why?!"
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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 Feb 9, 2019 6:54:32 GMT -8
Well, this was good, a real breakthrough, genuine repressed anger being worked out by his daughter. Ix would have been more thrilled if it wasn't currently taking the form of her batter his already injured body against the wall. He was rather glad he'd numbed his nerve endings for this otherwise this would be even more painful than it was. Still, as it stands things were starting to break and... wait, what was she saying? Ix hadn't been totally aware of the words flowing from her mouth but the barrage of questions hit him and something... Snapped.
That didn't quite convey the magnitude of what happened. The snap was something physical, but in the sense of his bones breaking, it was more like... If one was sitting outside on a beautiful sunny day, a gentle breeze blowing, the sun on your face the world filled with the quiet ambiance of nature leaving everything peaceful and serene. Then, out of nowhere a bolt of lightning lanced down from the sky and right as you registered the sight the thunder hits you like a concussive blast.
"I did it for love."
Her farther's voice sounds but it isn't her father's voice, it isn't coming from the mouth of the puppet she was currently throttling. Because that was all the bag of meat in her hands was, a finger puppet on the hand of an entity so much larger than a mortal could ever truly grasp. And her words had angered that creature enough that it was trying to push more of itself into the world. Filling up the puppet with more power than it could really handle but in that moment Ix didn't care, Ixdraynael was angry.
The puppet's hand jerks up, in an odd inhuman way its hand landing on Amaya's wrist he drains away her storm magic grounding it out like a cantrip by a cheap hedgemage. The voice speaks again but it isn't her father's this time, or it is, but it is also not. It was an impossible voice to describe, less sound, and more like an impossible weight on her mind.
"I made you for love. I loved. I was not supposed to love."
The puppet's body begins to vibrate, violently, it couldn't contain what was trying to push through it and if he didn't stop soon it would be very, very messy.
"I didn't take her from you. SHE WAS TAKEN FROM ME!"
The anger in his voice just then would have been terrible to hear under normal circumstances. As things were right at that moment, the psychic blow of his voice would feel almost like the boot of a giant crashing down on her skull. It appears that in trying to give her the catharsis of release she'd touched upon a nerve. The supposedly impervious walls of the room were beginning to run through with cracks as the world warps and distorts in waves around the puppet.
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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 Feb 9, 2019 13:03:35 GMT -8
In the time she'd spent in the Netherworld with her father in the wake of her mother's death, she had seen much of what kind of 'person' he was. He was always very careful to contain himself in a form she could comprehend. He rarely displayed his power in her midst. And more importantly, she was never directly a witness to his unbridled fury. She'd overheard the slaughter from her room, her ears much too sharp for her own good and wonder when he would turn that anger on her. When she'd push too far and it would be her facing her father's wrath.
But he never did. Or at least... he never had.
As her father's puppeted form grasped her wrist in a crushing grip and began drawing her power out and into his form, the haze of emotion and power drained away and her conscious mind took over once again. She didn't know... what she'd said... or remember much of what had happened in the past few minutes, but it wasn't as if she had the time to mull it over as her father's presence rammed it's way into her skull like an enraged bull, bucking and tearing at her fragile mortal mind, tearing and wearing at her idea of reality. Her storm receded, rapidly devoured by her father's and she fell to her knees clutching at her head with a pained cry, hunching over. Her wings instinctively began to wrap around her , trying to protect her from the buffeting winds and live air. She was trembling as tears began to fall.
Her image trembling on her knees, head lowered, and cowering was so similar to one he may have been familiar with, from years before. When the girl's mother had just found out she was with child, his child and she was... afraid.
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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 Feb 10, 2019 7:01:52 GMT -8
It was rare that a Prince of Hell was ever truly wounded. They were beings of such magnitude and strength that dealing a blow that actually bled them was the stuff of legends. Ixdrayneal's greatest fear was only of his rival princes who may band together to slay him should he present too much weakness. Of course, the reason he feared them scenting weakness was because he'd done the unthinkable, he'd grown to love a mere mortal. Amaya did not know the whole story of her mother's demise and in a way, she was right to blame him for it. But that was a story for a different day.
When Ix sees his child, who bore such a strong resemblance to her mother, on the ground, before him his anger vanished as quickly as it came. While he'd planned to offer her comfort, platitudes, and to try and reassure her that all would be well this plan doesn't last. The moment he withdraws his power from the mortal shell, the mortal shell reasserts itself upon his psyche. Pain indescribable washes through his being and the puppet's strings are cut as he collapses to the floor coughing and wheezing in agony. Blood dribbles from his eyes, mouth, and ears as he realizes that his mortal shell is dying. For all that he could modify its operations, there was a limit to how much punishment any biological being could take.
Desperately he feeds power into his body at the smallest trickle he can manage, trying to undo the damage he'd done to himself.
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