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 Mar 21, 2019 17:48:54 GMT -8
She smiled at that as she started to cut into the pie. "Thank you Papa." She said brightly before she took a large bite, her fangs glinting slightly with how wide she opened her mouth before closing around the bite. As she chewed a bright smile lit up her face as she swayed with happiness at the taste of a hearty food. It would be a concerted effort not to scarf the plate down. As much as Amaya said she was her own woman now and she wasn't a child anymore, she still clung to the aspects of childlike glee as she showed now.
It was two more large bites in when she finally swallowed and turned to her father again, the edge of her hunger sated. "How are you feeling? Is your vessel alright? It hadn't.... looked well." She almost flinched when she mentioned it again. The image of her father's vessel pouring blood from it's eyes, nose, ears and mouth wouldn't leave her anytime soon. She was shocked actually it hadn't haunted her dreams in the hours she slept.
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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 Mar 22, 2019 7:23:59 GMT -8
Ix grins the grin of an indulgent father as he watches Amaya eat. While she may have been her own woman he still only saw his little girl. Then again, he'd likely only see his little girl for another view millennia. Time being what it was to a creature such as him her scant twenty and four years were barely more than a blink of an eye.
"My vessel is fine." He lies smoothly. In truth, his vessel was physical fine but it was experiencing a potent bone-deep ache in every muscle and bone. While the healing certainly kept him alive the flesh still needed time to recover. However, he'd simply shut off his pain receptors so he was unaware of the pain. This was likely bad for the body but he could just continue to feed his magic into it to keep it healthy."How about yourself, no lasting injuries I hope?"
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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 Mar 23, 2019 13:17:43 GMT -8
Amaya looked a bit relieved hearing him say so. She knew if he wasn't well, he probably wouldn't say anything, but he seemed to be alright at the very least. At his question she slowly stretched her wings, flexing the thing membranes carefully. "No, nothing lasting,but my wings are just a bit sore from the impact of hitting the wall. With a bit more sleepy though, I'm sure I'll be alright though." She said as she folded them back and rested her chin on her knees again taking another bite of food. "I should be fine to fly back to the Mainland soon." And unfortunately if she wanted to make the trip back in time for the ball in Isra, she'd have to be leaving soon. And considering how the trip had gone in general, it was a bit unfortunate. She would've wanted to spend more time with her father especially seeing as they were almost getting along this time.
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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 Mar 24, 2019 15:27:24 GMT -8
"Yes, you said something about a ball?" Ix inquires as he carefully makes his way through his own pie. Cutting small portions and eating slowly, table manners were important after all. It had been a long time since he'd manifested another body to travel the mainland, the act of creating physical shells was easy and he could split his consciousness but he'd not felt like going to the mainland in some time. Not since Amaya's mother had died in fact.
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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 Mar 24, 2019 16:15:15 GMT -8
"I did. Isra's throwing a big ball... I still would really like to go. I'm hoping I can make some friends there. And... I feel good about going now. Not worried about losing my head." She said looking a bit excited as well as relieved as she took another healthy bite of food. The trip really had been a good idea after all. She had a fighting chance now at social interaction. "I'll have to leave soon if I'm going to make it there in time. Apparently Charyss's human acolyte who is some leader is throwing it. It should be interesting I think."
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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 Mar 24, 2019 16:32:50 GMT -8
Ix chuckles at the mention of Charyss, a contemporary from another plane of hell that he was somewhat acquainted with. "Yes, any acolyte of hers is sure to put on an affair to remember." Naturally, he knew that it was Empress Naoki, it had been quite the coup for the Demonlady to count such a prestigious person amongst her flock. "Well, you be sure to fly safe and have fun my dear." Her father says smiling indulgently.
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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 Mar 24, 2019 17:05:56 GMT -8
"I will." She said with a smile. "I might actually come back to Edan afterwards. It's been a while since I stayed at home. I'd like to see how much things have changed while I've been gone." She hummed as she took a much needed sip of water to wash down the thick gravy of the pie. "I'll leave tomorrow probably though so don't say goodbye yet Papa." She mused as she set down the cup with a small laugh.
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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 Mar 24, 2019 18:16:52 GMT -8
"You always have a place here." Ix says finding it suddenly hard to swallow. Sure, she visited from time to time but she never came back so soon. He found that this news pleased him immensely, perhaps this was the empty nest syndrome he heard about. Taking a sip of his own beverage he settles his cup back on the table. "Well, you slept most of this day away regardless so I suppose you'll spend the next few hours regaining your strength."
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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 Mar 25, 2019 6:20:20 GMT -8
"Well that just means that I'll be earthbound for the time being. So you'll have to put up with me for a bit longer." She said as she smiled at him again brightly. "It also means that I might need help collecting my armor from the blacksmith tomorrow once it's repaired..." She trailed off a bit, giving her father a meaningful look as her fork toyed with a carrot that had escaped the confines of her pie.
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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 Mar 25, 2019 8:47:16 GMT -8
Ix chuckles at her words. He hardly considered putting up with her a burden, even if she had a terrible habit of being moody at times. However, it seemed they'd had some kind of breakthrough today since she was... brighter than normal when he was around. "I can assist with that, it isn't a problem. Or we can just send someone to fetch it." They had enough bound imps floating around 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 Mar 25, 2019 17:27:42 GMT -8
"I prefer to pick up my armor myself. I can double check that he's done a good job with all my gear after all before I pay him. You can't be too careful after all." She mused before smiling brightly, looking at her father. "Besides, it's been a while since we went out together to the town, hasn't it? You're usually cooped up in the Tavern whenever I come by to see you." She pointed out as she ate the carrot she'd been toying with.
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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 Mar 26, 2019 14:35:21 GMT -8
Ix generally approved of a lack of trust in people, she also wasn't wrong it had been some time since he'd deigned to leave the tavern. Mostly because in his opinion those he wished to talk to should come to see him, he was a prince after all. Still, she had a point a day out on the town could very well be enjoyable. "Very well, we shall go together." He says, waving his hand and grinning treating it as though he is granting a boon.
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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 Mar 26, 2019 18:56:02 GMT -8
Amaya grinned looking even a bit excited at the prospect as she took another forkful of pie. "Good! You really should try to get out more. There's so much to see, even in this little part of the world. If you like it, maybe one day you could go out on an adventure with me abroad. See how the world's changed since you last went into it." She said as she cleared up the rest of her plate, leaving it spotless before she reached for her water again, downing the rest of it easily.
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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 Mar 27, 2019 18:32:48 GMT -8
It hadn't been that long since he'd gone out into the world surely? Ix taps his finger to his chin and considers it for a few long moments. Well, Amaya was unaware that he could do it, he had not actually made another surrogate for... Well, not since shortly after her mother had died. So a decade give or take, yes that wasn't long at all. "I will consider it." He says finally resting his hands on the table as he pushes his half-eaten pie away. "When do you want to go to the smith's?" He inquires as he comes to his feet workers coming into clean the tables responding to unspoken commands from their master.
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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 Mar 28, 2019 19:16:36 GMT -8
Amaya carefully unfolded from her chair, carefully stretching as her joints giving audible cracks- she really should have properly stretched before coming down for dinner. But then again, she had been rather exhausted. Getting food had been the only thing on her mind really. "Uhm... Probably sometime around mid-morning. Just after I wake up really." She mused as she went over to her dad, her wings settling around her shoulders. "That way we can grab lunch in town too after we get done. Or go to the market, see if they have anything good we can bring back to make." Amaya had, of course, learned how to cook as she was on the road for such a long time. Traveling alone and to far flung places meant often a inn wasn't nearby. So camping was something she did often and cook had actually become rather enjoyable. We wasn't entirely... good at it, but what she made was edible.
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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 Mar 31, 2019 5:47:07 GMT -8
"Tomorrow then." Ix says with a nod as he chuckles at her thoughts about stopping in the market. He respected the idea behind it and it could be quite fun he supposed, which was why he didn't point out that his cupboards were better stocked than the market. Besides, there was something to be said for getting lunch. After all, he did order in most of his baked goods rather than prepare them on sight. Having local contacts was always a boon in his mind.
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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 Mar 31, 2019 10:10:54 GMT -8
"Tomorrow." Amaya said with a smile as she went on her toes to hug her father, pecking his cheek before she let him go. "I'm going to go get some more sleep then." She said before beginning to walk back out to go back upstairs, again forgetting/not caring about her state of dress.
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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 Apr 1, 2019 12:22:24 GMT -8
"Of course, sleep well my dear." Ix says with a fond smile as she goes. When she is out of the room he frowns and looks at his barely touched pie, raising a hand he looks at the appendage, it was trembling. Perhaps... he should get some rest himself it appears he had not quite recovered from his ordeals. Not as fully as his mortal shell required at any rate.
The next morning, she would be awoken with breakfast in her room. A hearty one of potatoes, eggs, toast, sausage, bacon, tomato, and orange juice. When she is ready he would be waiting for her in the main room of the inn.
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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 Apr 6, 2019 10:58:58 GMT -8
Amaya woke up just about around mid-morning, the scent of the breakfast sitting out too strong to resist. She ate quickly- her father wasn't there to tell her to chew her food and slow down after all. And she was starved again. Her body had finished healing overnight completely, and that always took quite a lot out of her and left her half-starved.
It was probably for the best though as she wanted to hurry and take a quick wash to get rid of any remaining dust or grit from the brawl before heading out. In a better mood already than she had woken up with yesterday, she put on a light blue blouse and form fitting pants with her boots, her pendant shining and resting on her chest. She even gave herself some little braids like she had worn when she was younger that got lost in her shaggy hair. With that all set she checked her appearance in the mirror before she hurried off downstairs looking for her father. She wandered into the main room and smiled when she saw him and began to attempt to creep up behind him to spook him as his back was to her.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
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Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
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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 Apr 7, 2019 8:00:10 GMT -8
A thick cloud of smoke surrounded Ix as he absently puffed on one of his cigars. Most in this part of the world preferred pipes since paper was expensive, but when you had access to his resources you tended not to care about extravagance. Naturally, he was aware of Amaya sneaking up behind him, his mystical senses providing him with the information in numerous ways. However, he was an indulgent father and he knew what she was up to and he was more than happy to go along with it, jumping when she tried to startle him.
"If I had heart you might have given me a heart attack." Ix jokes with a grin as he settles back on to his feet, offering her his arm. "Shall we?" He inquires with a smile.
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