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 16, 2019 18:28:12 GMT -8
Amaya smiled widely at her father. Training with him when she had been young- she knew he’d sensed her from the base of the steps. But she did like it when he humored her. Whenever he acted like what a ‘real’ father was and indulged her rather than pestering her about opening a portal to the underworld, she enjoyed it. It was almost possible to pretend they were normal humans that way.
She slipped her arm around her father’s offered one still smiling happily at him and she nodded. “We shall. It’s rather nice out today, I hope it’ll stay that way.” She mused as she started to guide her father out of the tavern onto the cobblestone street. Again, well aware either of them had complete control of the weather pattern and whether it clouded or not, but she was largely pleased leaving it be as it would. “You really shouldn’t smoke those things you know. The scent sticks to your clothes something terrible.” She mused causally as they strolled down the streets to the Herma Market.
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