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 18, 2019 14:08:59 GMT -8
"...Thank you Papa. That means a lot.." She said breathing a soft sigh as the conversation closed and she reached over to rest her hand over her father's giving him a small smile. "I'm glad... we finally... started talking about this. Despite how hard it was to get here... Do you have anything you want of me? I've asked a lot from you." She said softly as the waitress walked back slowly, somehow sensing that perhaps, she should give them a bit of room before bringing them their drinks.
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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 Jun 18, 2019 18:31:22 GMT -8
Ix decided it was probably best not to ruin the moment by pointing out it was her that had avoided talking about this previously. She would, perhaps rightly, point out that she hadn't felt comfortable speaking about it when he'd been so focused on controlling her life. "I would appreciate it if you listened to my advice I supposed." He says instead with a slight chuckle. "I do actually know what I am talking about as you learned yesterday." For all that it had been a slight disaster, the sparring match had served its purpose.
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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 21, 2019 5:06:57 GMT -8
Amaya gave a rueful smile at that, trying- and failing-to repress the urge to roll her eyes. She couldn't deny that he was right about that at least. It hadn't felt good at the time, but now... she felt so much lighter. Light enough to want to talk to her father and figure things out. "...Some times you do." She gave him before she sighed. "I will try to so long as it's within reason. Some of your advice is still not quite... perfect." She pointed out as the waitress appeared to deem that it was safe to approach. She set down a glass of mango juice, the ice clinking together softly before giving Amaya her cup.
"Have you had a chance to look at the menu?" The woman said, her voice a bit like bells ringing cheerfully in their ears. Clearly one of the fairfolk. Amaya looked away from her father at that before looking back towards him. She knew what she wanted after all.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Jun 22, 2019 6:44:58 GMT -8
Ix snorts at Amaya's response. He was fairly certain that his advice was, in fact, perfect. But that was the thing about advice you could give it but often to be understood it required the experience that created the wisdom. Children always believed that things would go better for them than it did for their parents and parents wished that to be true. A shame that these two views were so often in opposition.
"I'll have the Strawberry Shortcake pancakes with the cinnamon icing," Ix says as the menu had not changed overmuch from the last time he was here and he still remembered it with perfect clarity. One of the many advantages of having a mind not totally reliant upon the meat and electrical impulses that characterized the mortal one.
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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 25, 2019 5:33:52 GMT -8
Amaya smiled at his order before looking towards the waitress as she wrote down his order. "And I'll have the Dusk Baby with custard and berries." She said before pulling her juice towards her to have a sip.
The woman nodded as she wrote them both down. "I'll bring those right out for you." She said before leaving them with just the clopping of her cloven feet. Amaya watched her go before she turned back to her father a curious look on her face.
"...Strawberry Shortcake and cinnamon icing? Isn't it usually the whipped cream?" She asked as she set the refreshing drink down.
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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 26, 2019 18:04:34 GMT -8
"It was how your..." Ix starts to respond and then trails off. He doesn't finish the thought but the rest of the sentence was clear. "She acquired a taste for cinnamon and strawberries while she was pregnant. It lingered after you were born." He says with a sad little smile and he focuses on staying calm no sense in bringing back the storm clouds 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 Jun 26, 2019 19:10:22 GMT -8
Amaya perked up at that, straightening up a bit at that knowledge. "M-Mama did?" She asked curiously before looking down at her glass of juice. "I might have to steal a bite from you when it comes out then. I've never thought of the combination..." She trailed off as she thought about it with a small smile, kicking her legs a bit. Her father clearly still did a lot of things in memory of her mother, whether on purpose or not. It honestly made her a bit happy realizing that, her mother was still the only one for her father. The thought of love made her mind wander to different places though and Amaya's thoughts were actually drawn to earlier in her visit.
She pursed her lips after a moment. "Papa, can I ask you a question about that man you introduced me to?"
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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 27, 2019 6:48:13 GMT -8
"Of course." Ix says with a gentle smile more than happy to share. It really shouldn't have surprised her that he still did much in memory of her mother, after all, he was still in grieving. For him, despite her mother's death occurring years ago it was all still quite flesh. Mortal years meant very little and his mourning period may well last centuries before he was even close to being something like he was. Though he suspects that may never be the case, Lisanna had changed him.
"Anriel?" Ix says musingly recalling the Nephilim boy that he'd invited around. That had been two days ago but it felt significantly longer. The half angel was around Amaya's age and he'd hoped the two would get along but that was likely him just being overbearing and controlling again. "What about him?"
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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 27, 2019 13:53:22 GMT -8
Amaya rested her cheek on her palm as she looked at him, swinging her legs casually. She thought about, briefly what the best way to ask was but ended up figuring that being blunt was the best way. "Were you trying to set me up with him, when you introduced us? And was he in on it? I just want to know so I can... figure out where he fits." She offered as she picked up her juice again to sip at 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 Jun 28, 2019 17:42:00 GMT -8
Tracing a finger over the table he nods. "Yes, I was trying to set you up with him. Well, not in the way you might mean. He is simply a young man with a not inconsiderable amount in common with you which lead me to believe you might become friends." He shrugs his shoulders, he liked Anriel but he wasn't sure he would have been one hundred percent good with the lad dating his daughter.
"But no, he wasn't in on it. I simply invited him over and strung him along until you were downstairs. He had no idea why he just thought I was being annoying." Ix flicks his wrist the fingers snapping out to punctuate the statement.
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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 Jul 1, 2019 17:40:07 GMT -8
Amaya's brow raised a bit at that, but she was visibly relieved. Her father had no reason to lie- he knew she'd find out one way or another if he was working for him. If he said that he had no prior plans with him, and he was actually just... someone he happened to know... That meant it was actually something feasible that she become friends with him. Friends chosen by her father may be a bit... loaded with alterior motives. It was something she'd grown accustomed to.
"Okay... Good. He seemed nice... So if he was just being forced to be there or was bribed..." She trailed off, letting her father put together the rest. She swirled her drink slowly thinking. "... l would like to make more friends... So thank you for that Papa. I feel more comfortable trying with him."
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Jul 3, 2019 7:49:22 GMT -8
"I am not so callous that I would pay someone to be your friend my dear." Ix says with a chuckle. Such a gambit would backfire far quicker than anyone could predict and he was not so clumsy as to set a plan in motion that might fail. When he embarked on an endeavor he tended to make sure that no matter the result he came out ahead.
Their food arrived and Ix cuts into his strawberry pancake coated in cinnamon icing and lays a chunk on Amaya's plate for her to enjoy. "Friends and connections are good, they make you stronger."
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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 Jul 5, 2019 14:06:23 GMT -8
Amaya smiled at that slightly- she knew her father likely wouldn't resort to such tactics but it never hurt to be too cautious. "I know... that's why I'm trying to make more. But you probably know, it's slow going." She mused as another waitress- one that was obviously a fire nymph, the way she was holding the steaming hot pan without a care in the world- set her breakfast in front of her. She smiled as she took in the custardy pastry with the golden brown top and immediately cut her father a piece, setting it in the spot he'd cut off for her.
"I'm going to try at the ball... But it's yet to be seen if it'll work out. I appreciate the effort though... When I come back, I'd like to try with him again if he wasn't scared off the first 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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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Jul 5, 2019 17:44:27 GMT -8
Of course, the two likely had a different view on why friends and connections made one stronger but it was not a morning for arguments. They were agreed on principle if not in spirit.
"He works as a courier so I will see about having him come back round the next time you are home," Ix says with an absent wave of his hand as if to say think nothing of it. It cost him little after all and gave Amaya the chance to speak with someone who she had a not inconsiderable amount in common with. If it could get a smile on his daughter's face hew as more than happy to do 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 Jul 7, 2019 14:12:11 GMT -8
Amaya gave him a pleased smile. "Thank you Papa." She said with a contented sigh before she turned to focus on her breakfast. She tried the strawberry cinnamon pancakes first and her eyes lit up enormously. Like mother, like daughter. She spent her time savoring the bites of both her and her father's breakfast- taking frequent sips of her juice.
The sky finally mellowed out as both their moods improved and the street got busy outside again, buzzing with confusion at the random signs of storms and them being dispelled. Amaya took her last bite of food with a happy sigh, setting her fork down a moment later. As always the trip to the cafe was well worth it.
"Amazing as always." She sighed before going to get her purse from her pack, pulling out the silver they owed for the meal, and looking out at the sun. "It looks like it's almost time for me to go." She murmured as she distractedly counted the coins.
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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 Jul 7, 2019 16:30:23 GMT -8
Noting the expression Amaya gave upon her first bite Ix chuckles and allows her another and another. All told he did not eat much of his own breakfast but that was fine, he didn't need to eat and her obvious pleasure was enough for him. He did eat quite a bit of her breakfast, which was offered up in trade though.
"It is." He agrees, looking up at the now clear sky. "Go to this ball my child. I will see you when you return." He was sad to see her go but as he'd been forced to accept she was now old enough to make such decisions on her own. He could not keep her safe for eternity, not without alienating her and the thought of her hating him hurt almost as much as any harm befalling her.
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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 Jul 7, 2019 16:40:09 GMT -8
She smiled at her father warmly, laying the coins down on the table before rising. She walked around the table quickly to give him a tight hug before pecking him on the check. "I'll see you when I come back Papa. Take care." She said quickly as she gave him another tight squeeze, holding him for a moment before she let him go. It always meant something to her when her father allowed her to leave. But when he actually... encouraged her to and let her go... It meant so much more. She picked up her pack again, smiling at her father before she left the cafe first.
She took a deep breath of the fresh air- hinted with the scent of the rain that had fallen just a bit ago and spread her wings wide. She could hear nearby a child coo in awe and she smiled widely at that. She glanced back at the cafe window one last time, offering a small wave before she brought the winds up and leapt up with the updraft, soaring up into the sky, leaving the casual observer on the street staring up after her, holding onto their hats and skirts.
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