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 4, 2019 20:01:03 GMT -8
Amaya gave him a playful pout, sticking her tongue out at him briefly before composing herself again. "I do actually." She said as she held her trunk with both hands. "There's actually a nice eatery on Emerald that make these amazing hot cakes. Marigold's, I think it's called. But the hotcakes are so buttery and sweet and they usually put some sweet berries with it." She said with a fond hum. That was a thing about Amaya that hadn't really changed. She always had, and likely always would have a sweet tooth. And she wasn't in the middle of training or the like, so she really could let herself get away with the delicious monstrosity. The name of the place may ring a bell to Ix, but it was too vague to pin at the moment. "Sound good to you?" She offered smiling back at her father again.
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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 5, 2019 15:52:34 GMT -8
"Of course." Ix says with a chuckle as he takes her arm in his, leading the way to Emerald St. He hadn't actually kept up with the different businesses opening and closing in town, but he still remembered the layout of the streets. He didn't take long for them to get to Emerald and from there it was a simple matter of following his nose to Marigold's. Which certainly gave the impression that he'd known all along where it was, which if she remembered his lessons was just as good as having known in truth.
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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 5, 2019 20:17:11 GMT -8
Amaya looked a bit impressed by his ability to sniff out the place (if only she knew how true that was). So he had been keeping his eye on things. Though Marigold's had been there for quite some time. It was a cute little eatery. A homely sort, sweet and savory scents alike drifting out of the open doors and one could see families inside gathered for a family meal through the large rustic bay windows. The shop was painted a sunny yellow and the sign hanging out front swaying in the wind was decorated simply with the flower that was it's namesake. With all the various tongues, dialects, and species populating Edan, often the best way to go about things were the most simple. Especially with something as important as signs.
"Not too terrible a walk at all from the blacksmith." She mused looking pleased at her father. "I stumbled into this place accidentally once after picking up my gear... It's always felt so familiar here, but I don't know why." She said looking fondly at the place. For a second as she turned to face forward, offering her side profile, Ix may remember a summer day many years ago swinging a particularly giddy young lass between him and a glowing young woman who said much the same.
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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 6, 2019 17:14:37 GMT -8
"A true mystery." Ix says softly as she comments on how the place looks familiar. Now that he was inside he knew exactly why. So many years ago, yet to him less than the blink of an eye. Back when he'd entertained a foolish notion that perhaps a demon like himself could be other than he was. That perhaps something as simple as love could change a force of nature.
"So what do you want?" He asks shaking his head to throw off the sudden emotions surging through him. It was not a good idea to allow himself to feel at the moment, especially such... volatile things like remorse. If he did, well bad things could happen. Amaya's anger could summon a storm, his grief could summon... Well, rains enough to flood this entire island.
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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 6, 2019 18:56:27 GMT -8
Amaya cocked a brow slightly at her father's sudden change in tone. She may not be the best at teasing apart her father's moods, but when it was something so obvious, she could. She guided her father over to one of her favorite spots in the little shop, in the full view of the street, sunlight filtering in from the skylight and the open windows. It also was tucked in a nook, apart from the other tables.
"It's a custardy pancake that they make here... But uhm... papa... are you okay?" She asked as she set down her trunk behind her and slipped her arm from his to go sit in the chair across from his.
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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 7, 2019 16:41:03 GMT -8
"Hrmmmm..." Ix says sounding distracted. He'd followed her to the table without comment his gaze resting somewhere in the middle distance. His thoughts were elsewhere but she called him back to himself. With a slight struggle, he forces his emotions underneath his thumb and he offers Amaya a tight, but genuine, smile.
"I am fine. Something just... occurred to me." He waves his hand as though waving away an errant strand of spider silk, dismissing the thought as nothing. "A custard pancake? That sounds interesting. Perhaps that is what I will have."
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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 7, 2019 21:05:37 GMT -8
Amaya cocked a brow as she offered him the stiff parchment book with the breakfast items the shop had. "You can look through here if you like... But do you... recognize something about this place as well?" She asked seemingly intrigued as she looked at her father. She couldn't really ever remember a time she'd seen her father grappling with his emotions in this form as he was now. "...We can leave if you like. There are other places." Amaya offered as she looked at her father with have concern, half interest.
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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 8, 2019 17:20:15 GMT -8
Sighing as he remembers, not for the first time, that his daughter was the only person who he could not simply brush off... or kill out of hand... or tell to fuck off. "We've been here before. A long time ago, you were quite young which is likely why you don't remember." The unspoken words there were, back when your mother was still alive and, of course, that he still missed her. Even talking about his wife, obliquely as he had, caused clouds to start rolling in. Not storm clouds, not yet, but certainly enough to cast the day into shade.
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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 9, 2019 15:36:24 GMT -8
Amaya’s lips parted slightly as her brows raised slightly. She should have known it was something like that. It wasn’t a feeling she had often- a vague memory of a place. Or at least one that was happy that is. Amaya pressed her lips together at that fussing with the menu for a few moments. She had an idea just why her father had suddenly gotten so awkward and reflective.
“So… we came here with Mama then..?” Amaya said as she fiddled with the corner of the menu. She knew it was probably dizzying at this point for her father. Whether she wanted to talk to him about her mother or not. But it was just as confusing and conflicting for her. A nebulous sort of ground. Her father knew more… than she would probably ever know about the woman she’d loved more than anything. BuT in the deepest recesses of her mind, she also held resentment.
Because he was partially to blame for the reason she’d never hear it from her mother herself.
“... was it… often?”
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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 10, 2019 7:21:18 GMT -8
Of course, when he wanted to talk of her mother she would bite his head off. But now that it was her idea and he didn't want to speak of her she was all questions. Ix's lips form into a tight line as he bites back his instinctive retort. The expression growing more contained as he forces his own emotions under control. He was going to have to take a trip to hell after this or he would cause some major damage to Edan.
"Yes, we came here almost every Sunday for nearly a year." He informs Amaya. "It was your favorite treat when you were young." A way for them to spend time as a family, when she was a child it had been there family day. Breakfast followed by an activity. Things changed as she got older but that had been a high light in his life.
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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 10, 2019 17:28:18 GMT -8
Amaya's lips curved into a small 'o' as she fidgetted with the menu before she slid it over to her father to have a glance over as he was the one who needed to see it likely. "...I... I don't remember that at all... For an entire year?" She asked softly as she looked around the small cafe. She really hadn't known that it held such a place in their family history. She'd been drawn to it in passing once, picking up her armor.
"... My... taste hasn't changed much since then huh?" She offered lightly, trying to dispel the heavy mood she was picking up radiating from her father. "...Did... you... like it here as well?"
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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 10, 2019 17:49:40 GMT -8
"Well, for a while you insisted upon it." Ix says with a dry chuckle as he remembers how she'd always beg to come to the little shop. "But eventually you decided you liked eggs for breakfast more, then it was bacon, your tastes changed." He pauses in his chuckle. "Well, they grew broader but never strayed away from the classics as you noted."
The question of whether he liked it was met with a sigh. "I enjoyed all the time I spent with you and her." Is his simple reply as he absently plucks at the menu.
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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 10, 2019 18:03:40 GMT -8
Amaya looked down at her hands feeling a bit awkward now. It... really had been some time since she'd been able to sit with her father and just... talk. Without being angry or blaming him for something, or feeling apprehensive of him demanding something from her. The days where she could just... delight in her father's company and be his daughter were long gone. They'd disappeared after the first year of her forced relocation to the Nether.
They were gone... but that didn't mean she didn't miss them.
She wondered if he did too. "You don't enjoy spending time with me anymore?" She asked a small laugh overhanging on the end of her sentence. It seemed a bit forced because it was, as if nervous for his answer. She poked at the bouquet of sun flowers that was sitting as the center piece.
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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 11, 2019 17:05:40 GMT -8
"Of course I do." Ix says sounding rather shocked by the question as though he'd never imagined she may suggest such a thing. "I treasure every moment we spend together, even when you are... less than easy to be around." The girl could drive even him up the wall, really the only person who could anymore. But it was the impact she had on him that made him treasure his daughter beyond anything in the world.
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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 11, 2019 17:51:23 GMT -8
Amaya looked up at him from poking at the flower, a guilty look passing over her eyes for a second before she looked down again. She was at a bit of a loss as what to say. She knew what she wanted to say, but she was mostly worried if it would come out correctly.
"...I'm sorry... I'm such a brat with you Papa." She started first slowly as she worried at the petal of the flower. "You can be difficult too, make no mistake and... over the years... I have avoided coming back home because I... didn't want to face you all the time... But I miss you too. You're... the only family I have so..." She pursed her lips again before breathing a heavy sigh, dropping her head onto her hand and ruffling up her hair. "Ugh, what am I saying..."
"...I just... Yeah... When we... actually have time to be a family like this again... I enjoy it. A lot." She mumbled, her cheeks a bit pink as she looked out the window and a cloven footed woman slowly made her way over to their table to ask what drinks they'd be having.
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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 15, 2019 6:15:21 GMT -8
Affixing Amaya in his gaze he listens intently as she speaks. Her words had the tone of someone who knew they'd done wrong but weren't sure how to convey it, it was the way she'd sounded as a child when she knew she was in trouble. When she finished Ix is silent for several long moments his fingers drumming along the table top.
The waitress approaches and Ix looks up at her. "I'll have the glass of the mango juice." He says and once Amaya has placed her order and they are alone he finally speaks. "I..." He frowns and seriously looks back at his past actions. "Understand." He remembers many fights and arguments had following her mother's death.
"After your mother passed I did... I was... Overprotective. I didn't handle it as well as I should have and if I am honest I treated you less as a daughter who needed her father and more like an object I had to keep safe at all costs." He frowns and above the once sunny day was now gloomy, the heavy clouds promising torrential rains. "I just could not risk losing you."
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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 16, 2019 11:29:33 GMT -8
"I-I'll have a watermelon juice." Amaya said to the waitress quickly as she pulled her hands back from worrying at the flower before she bruised the flower more than she already had. She exhaled as she brought her hands back anxiously worrying at her thumbs. This was a conversation she's known she had to have with her father at some point. But now that it was here, she was a bundle of nerves and she didn't know how she'd manage to wade her way through the years of pent up anger and confused feelings she had for her father.
She was quiet- biting her lip lightly as she listened to her father carefully. "I... I know that now." she said quietly looking down at her thumbs. "I know... you were scared. But I was scared too. We lost mama... and I lost a part of myself. I.. killed for the first time. And then I was pulled away from... all that I knew... to the Nether with a father I didn't... recognize." She sighed heavily, closing her eyes.
"...I just... wanted to get away from you. But I couldn't... because you were and you still are... all I have left. I was trapped in more way than one." She sighed as she peeked back up at her father. "... I don't feel like that anymore. Traveling the overworld has helped... but now I just... I want to fix things with you Papa.... A girl should have her father after all."
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
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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 16, 2019 16:48:32 GMT -8
As Amaya spoke Ix absently dug his fingernail into the wood of the table. It was a subtle, unconscious, gesture that belied the depth of worry he had dwelling in the pit of his stomach. Outside people begin to go for cover as the first few heavy drops of rain start to fall from the sky. The realization that the wedge between himself and Amaya was as much his fault as her's was not sitting well with him.
When she laid out her point of view as she had, he realized just how traumatic his decisions following Lisanna's death must have been for the girl. He'd discarded the mortal body, the only one she'd ever known, and dragged her into hell, into his domain. A place where he was the next best thing to omnipotent and omnipresent. With the benefit of his mortal shell again it was obvious how this would have scarred the still very inexperienced Amaya.
"I will do what I can to make that possible." He finally says, his voice sounding hoarse as the rain picks up. The surprisingly large lump he can feel in his throat making it hard to speak. He was not used to feeling anything remotely this strong but it made sense that the daughter of Lisanna could inspire it within him when no other could.
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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 16, 2019 19:15:48 GMT -8
"I'll... I'll try to do my best as well." Amaya said after a moment glancing back up at her father. "Starting with... coming home more often to visit. Not just... on anniversaries and holidays... I still plan to travel. I've been restricted to the Nether for too long, and there's still... so much about humanity I want to learn and experience. But I want to... make theses visits more regular...Is that okay with you?" She asked slowly, squeezing her hands together.
She could hear the downpour beginning outside and knew that this conversation was just as hard for her father as it was for her. It was... welcome in a way. Her emotions were very much free and constantly expressed. But Ix often hide them from her. It was something that obviously came with being an immortal being, but seeing the cracks in the facade he put up was therapeutic in a way. He was just as susceptible to emotions other than angry as she was.
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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 17, 2019 17:12:08 GMT -8
Ix looks out the window and frowns. It was clear that the thin facade he was managing to maintain wasn't good enough to fool Amaya when the emotions he was feeling were causing such a noticeable impact on the physical world. Letting out a long deep sigh he buries his face in his hands and takes several slow calming breaths.
After several moments the rain clears up and the clouds begin to part letting the sun shine through. "Of course, you are always welcome back home you know this child." He finally manages with only the slightest tinge of the pain he felts that she'd even thought she needed to ask. "And I will do my best to be less over bearing."
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