Edan
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Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: It is a large central island that is surrounded by smaller islands that are all connected by land bridges. There is every climate and biome imaginable there sustained by magic in order to accommodate the vast citizenry that call this place their home. The islands are hidden from view by strong ancient magic and thick mist.
Registered: Aug 6, 2018 19:55:44 GMT -8
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Post by Edan on May 16, 2019 18:26:34 GMT -8
Herma Marketplace
Herma Marketplace is one of the oldest and largest markets in the whole of Edan, especially in the Mortal Realm. Thousands of people congregate here daily, selling their wares, services, and sharing their tales. If it can’t be found here, then I likely can’t be found in the whole of Edan. You likely aren’t searching hard enough if you haven’t found it yet. But you can hardly be blamed with all the twisting paths, side streets, and little boutiques that line the sides of the broad thoroughfare. Situated in the center of Nivra, Edan’s floating capital, it is in easy walking of the rest of the capital so it’s a popular spot to say the least. You’re guaranteed to find what you need here- whether you know what it is you need or not.
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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 May 17, 2019 5:14:47 GMT -8
Ix casts his gaze skyward as he makes his way to the market with his daughter. There were not many clouds in the sky and those that were there were of the fluffy white variety. "I am sure that it will." He says with a chuckle. "Most days where you get more sunshine than clouds end without rain." That was the kind of day they had a present and it was pleasant, more so than his realm in hell where the tempest raged eternally. Mostly because he was the tempest.
When he was advised the stench of his cigar would linger he snorts. That was false as she well knew but he decided to humor. "And what if the smell does linger daughter? Some people enjoy it, I'll have you know." It was easy to see why they might. While it was a pungent smell, it was a pleasant one, notes of chocolate and cinnamon wafting from the tip. A cigars smell was a mutable thing based on what you wrapped it in and how you treated the leaves before said wrapping. Of course, even with a relatively pleasant smell like the one coming from his cigar it was still smoke and that made it a bit heavy for some.
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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 May 19, 2019 19:20:00 GMT -8
"I don't really." Amaya piped up after looking over at him, cocking a brow. "I mean, isn't your nose as sensitive as mine Papa? I can smell if someone's been smoking meters away, even hours after they did. "And It doesn't seem like a pleasant exercise to begin with. How do you not choke on the smoke? Can you even really taste the difference in flavor?" She poised as they gradually got into the thick of it.
Thick of it, being in relative terms. Seeing the tavern owner actually out and about on the streets was rare. And gave a fair share of people some misgivings about the break in routine. But Amaya's smiling face actually functioned to reassure them quite a bit which was a bit surprising, given past history. When she had been young, especially in the wake of her mother's death, she was a deeply brooding child. Angry and unafraid to display it on her face. Gradually as the rage cooled and her interactions with other humans increased, her manner adapted back to how it had been originally with her mother- if with a bit of sadness that hide beneath it. It was a recognizable trait. And people began to accept her more readily, as they did now.
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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 May 23, 2019 6:05:22 GMT -8
"My nose is precisely as sensitive as I wish it to be." Ix says with a chuckle as they wind their way through the crowds of the Edan market. It was an interesting sensation to be viewed not as Ixdraynael Demonic Prince of Lust, but rather Mister Ix Kite, Tiefling tavern keeper. Much like his daughter, he'd once been quite the common fixture out in the world. When her mother had been alive he'd gone out with his two girls, but after her mother's death, he'd retreated into his tavern never leaving even if he'd not been as openly angry as Amaya had been.
"But yes, my sense of smell is quite keen. That is why I can appreciate the difference in aroma between my smokables. Besides, it covers up the smell of brimstone rather well." That was just a bit of a joke, of course, he didn't really smell like brimstone but it was an amusing notion never the less.
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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 May 24, 2019 6:20:05 GMT -8
Amaya chuckled softly, covering her mouth a bit at that. "I thought you didn't take that form down with you?" She mused as she looked around the marketplace before she guided him from the main road. The smithy's set up their stalls a bit away from the main street of the market- or at the very least, the good ones. It probably had to do with not wanting to get harassed by just anyone. The blacksmiths in Herma market were among the best in the country, standing on par with those of the underwater forges, in the bellies of the volcanoes in the nether and the celestial forges. Mostly because of the wealth of resources and enchanted objects that passed through the market.
The particular smithy that she was visiting was rumored to have had a hand in the construction of the armor that served as a familiar to the royal family. But the man had never- and likely would never admit to it. Amaya's eyes wandered a bit as she looked up at the shops that lined the alley curiously. "And we could easily just get you a perfume if you're worried of smelling of eggs." She mused as the passed one such store.
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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 May 24, 2019 17:52:11 GMT -8
"So your suggestion," Ix says slowly drawing out the words lazily, making smoke curl from his lips as he does so. "Is to replace the pleasant smell of my cigars with the ridiculously offensive smell of pungent flowers?" Personally, he actually liked the smell of flowers. However, he found that when you infused it into oil and sprayed it on yourself it became overwhelming sweet and floral.
Speaking of interesting scents the smell of smoke, fire, embers, and iron reaches his nose as they turn into the smithy district of the mortal quarter. It easily overwhelms the scent of his cigar as they approach her chosen Smith. "I cannot believe my own daughter doesn't have an appreciation of the finer things in life. Cigars are the treat of kings, emperors, and tycoons!"
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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 May 24, 2019 19:40:58 GMT -8
"Also crooks, criminals, and delinquents." She listed off immediately as she rolled her eyes at him, chuckling softly. "All people I don't go out of my way to spend time with- in fact- outright avoid when possible. You're the exception to that rule Papa." She pointed out as they neared and she guided her father past the other stalls to her stop. "I take great enjoyment instead in the simpler aspects of life. They are the greatest." She mused before she released her father's arm. "But that's beside the point. Let me just go find Archimeman and see what the progress is on my armor and sword. Just wait here, I'll be right back. Don't do anything I wouldn't." She said seriously.
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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 May 25, 2019 15:13:12 GMT -8
"People who wish to emulate the powerful," Ix says with a wave of his hand. "That would be like me pointing out that courtesans and madames wear perfumes. Which are again, all people you'd likely avoid spending time with." He countered with relish, as always enjoying any kind of verbal sparring with his daughter. "And a cigar is a simple thing. Just because you can't enjoy the sublime pleasure of smoking doesn't mean I cannot." He finishes as she heads off to find the blacksmith and he loiters about not doing anything she wouldn't do. For the moment at any rate.
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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 May 26, 2019 20:17:58 GMT -8
Amaya merely rolled her eyes as she disappeared into the smoke filed stall, leaving her father at the entrance as she called for the smithy to come around looking for where he'd hung up her armor since she'd left it. As she was gone though, in a stall relatively nearby was a small gaggle of women who looked to be buying some new cutlery for their homes. But with the way the were eyeballing him from across the way you're think they were evaluating him to take as well. They were whispering to each other, trying not to make it obvious but in doing so, making it extremely obvious.
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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 May 27, 2019 16:04:18 GMT -8
Ix notices the women eyeing him and he chuckles. He was, literally, addictive to weaker willed women. As a prince of Lust he had a magical aura that incited the desires of mortals even if he didn't want to have it, like right at this moment. Still, he knew that he was trying to be normal for his daughter which meant that he should respond to their interest polite. He gives them a wave but doesn't approach and even goes so far as to exhale a plume of smoke to hopefully keep them at bay.
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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 May 27, 2019 22:48:02 GMT -8
The women collectively seemed to jump when he waved, seeing as he had noticed them. Those with rings on their fingers had the decency to look a bit ashamed and guilty looking away but others merely blushed, giving him a small wave back. Sure enough, they did turn away but they still stuck close, huddling around a small slip of a woman who had taken just about the longest to look away. Of the group, she seemed to be the youngest and most fascinated by him. Even from the distance, Ix could likely hear the other women murmuring words of encouragement, urging her to go at least talk to him. She glanced over at him a few times, biting her lip, clearly considering it.
And Amaya could not be taking any longer to find the smithy.
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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 May 28, 2019 5:38:46 GMT -8
With a sigh Ix realizes that he would have to pull out the big guns to hopefully put a stop to this. So he very casually raises his opposite hand to the cigar between his lips, making sure the ring on his third finger catches the light of the sun. It was a simple gold ring but it spoke volumes. Most of the time it was easy to miss but he wore it nearly constantly.
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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 May 28, 2019 19:59:12 GMT -8
It certainly got the reaction that he was hoping for. One of the other women, caught the glint in the sunlight and immediately leaned in to whisper to the others. The face of the woman who had her eye on him fell as she realized but she accepted it gracefully as she turned away instead to return to her shopping. The others looked to be attempting to console her as well. From the moment they walked away it took several minutes before Amaya's scent returned, her quiet footsteps supplemented by the light clanging of her armor. She stooped a bit, carefully of her horns so as to not scratch the door frame. The old smithy walked out behind her, a twisted iron cane, worn in the midsection clanging as he followed out behind her.
Her armor had been fully repaired, varnished and re-enchanted to handle the conditions she put it through on the daily. She carried her oversized sword in hand, it similarly looking repaired and retouched. She smiled as she saw her father standing there and gave him a quick spin as if she had gone in to get a new gown. The armor glinted in the sun much like his ring had. "How does it look Papa?"
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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 May 29, 2019 6:40:24 GMT -8
Ix lets out a sigh when the women walk away. Pleased yet slightly remorseful at their passing. He was not the entity he'd once been and that bothered him at times. But the yawning absence of Amaya's mother weighed inside of him like the eye of a storm, still, empty, and mere moments away from being consumed. Shortly after her death, he'd tried many of the things that used to delight him to recapture the spark of joy he'd felt with her but after a year of debauchery, it had become clear that life would not be the same. It was perhaps the greatest irony that now, for a Prince of Lust, sex no longer held any appeal.
The sound and scent of his daughter's return snaps him from his reverie and he looks up and cocks an eyebrow. "It looks eminently practical and like it will do its job without fail." The highest praise he could sum up for armor considering it was to his mind a needless affectation. Her natural defenses should be more than enough to keep her safe but he supposed he shouldn't fault her for taking extra precautions. "Your mother would be proud to see you so prepared for battle."
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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 May 29, 2019 19:34:06 GMT -8
Amaya grimaced at that as she turned back around. ".... Proud is one word. But I don't think Mama really ever wanted me to learn to fight. She never wanted me to be a fighter or violent." She offered with a wistful look, fidgetting with the straps slightly. "...But she... is probably glad I can take care of myself on my own now." She offered instead looking at her father for confirmation.
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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 May 30, 2019 16:33:12 GMT -8
"You are not wrong. Your mother feared what fighting might do to you, but she herself was a fighter and I think if she could see you know she would be proud." Ix says simply but sincerely. It had been a point on contention between himself and Amaya's mother, she'd seen how furious their daughter could be and did not understand that Amaya would never be able to control that storm of emotions without expressing it.
The girl needed a regular release of pent up passion, without that she would become unstable. That was simply a truth of her nature as a half-demon child of the Prince of Lust. She needed to fight, or argue, or paint, or... Well, he'd rather she didn't do what he might have done. Either way, if she didn't fight she would explode it was as simple as 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 Jun 2, 2019 18:27:02 GMT -8
Amaya's lips pursed as she merely turned around to the black smith who was waiting patiently for her payment for his work. Her learning to fight had always been an internal struggle for her. Putting it into practice had been even more of a struggle. In their private discussions, her mother had always told her she had a gift from them both. Her mother's gift for being flexible and nimble but also firm and unyielding and her father's supernatural powers. But because of it, she had an extra burden as well. She could never turn her power against those who could not compete. She could not freely extert her power, because that would be to reject her humanity, the morality that came with her humanity. She had to use her power justly and appropriately.
Her mother had died before she could ever really show her what that meant. So she had to figure it out on her own. And she always worried if what she did was doing right by her late mother. It had resulted in many sleepless night and pain, primarily self inflicted.
The gold pieces clinked slightly as the man counted them, startling Amaya from her daze, her eyes refocusing. She thanked him again, passing him an extra gold as always- the old man ought to look into retirement by this time and she just hoped the extra she gave him was put away- before turning back to her father trying to shake off he dark thoughts as she started removing the armor piece by piece to put back into it's carrying case. "Well, I'm all done here. Care to go find breakfast Papa?" She asked completely ignoring his earlier comment as she started setting everything away. Seeing anyone in full armor in the marketplace tended to create an uneasy atmosphere. Being Nether dwellers, they attracted enough attention so she tried to be the least threatening as possible.
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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 Jun 3, 2019 7:09:25 GMT -8
Ix let out an explosive sigh and a cloud of smoke. Stubbing out his cigar he waves his hand and the smoke vanishes. It appears as though that while she wouldn't snap at him for mentioning her mother, she would also not comment on it. Honestly, that attitude didn't strike him as healthy. It was as though neither of them could grieve properly because she blamed him for her mother's death and he was denied the ability to reminisce with the one person who missed her mother as much as he did.
"Yes, yes let's go get some breakfast."
He says as he does her the kindness of not lighting another cigar. If they were going to eat he'd not ruin her meal by insisting he had to smoke during it.
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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 Jun 3, 2019 16:49:11 GMT -8
Amaya sighed softly as well, hearing her father as she continued to pack up, setting the straps to the trunk in place before slinging her sword over her shoulder. She hefted the trunk up, easily walking over to him. He didn't even have to say it, she already knew he wasn't impressed with how she'd handled the talk about her mother- if one could even call it that. But could he really blame her? IT was only recently that she stopped snapping at him. Yesterday in fact.
"Have anything in mind? I know it's been a while since you've been out. DO you even remember any of the places around?" She asked, attempting to tease him lightly to break the tension.
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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 Jun 4, 2019 7:00:48 GMT -8
"I keep my finger on the pulse of the community." Ix says with an absent flick of his fingers but a grin on his face. "I know all of the new businesses and which ones are good." He pauses before adding, his grin growing teasing. "But why don't you pick I am sure you have a preference." If he was trying to hide a lack of knowledge or just teasing her it was impossible to say. Still, it was apparent that he would leave the choice of which restaurant to break their fast at to her.
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