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  Amalthea September 30, 2021 at 1:16am

  Hehehe. I thrive off the juicy qualities to characters. Makes the experience more interesting and the stories all the more...chaotic. No need to apologize about profiles. All change and evolve over time anyways. 

  As Hemmingway said, "Write drunk. Edit Sober." To each their own. Ama is an escape for me. An outlet. Often times most optimistic person I know. It feels good to get the darkness out somewhere. But do share if at any point the story line crosses a line. If it became too much to write your own character don't want to suck you into the same boat with a thread. 

  Vampire form wise. Talons often extend, eyes change color. She has a set of eight fangs. Four on top and four on bottom. Her ghostly skin pales even further to mimic clean ivory bones, also grows tougher. More like a shielded armor in a way. I like to have her Vampyre form hold base characteristics of her final demon form.  Or rather be that middle way. As a hybrid I don't really see the two as different - one (Vampyre) is just the stepping stone for her next form (demoness).

  I could see Ama coming to Vash for assistance in finding a way to Heaven. Though with how much damage she sustained from Mikkel the first time at some point (far down the road) she'll also need to seek ways to minimize damage from heaven/heavenly bodies. Getting there or dragging the angel out of heaven is step one. Perhas to find a way they have to go on an adventure of some kind to find certain artifcats to assist in the process? Could be a reason for her keeping him around rather than killing him. I could see her taunting him plenty of times about how she would kill him. 

  Blood mule would be very fitting for Ama. Especially if she notices that his blood assists with any side effects from heavenly beings. (Not sure entirely how that would work with them since one of his weaknesses is Sheer Darkness & Holy Light - the latter of which she seeks to fight against and the earlier being a strength of hers as a demon. Either way the cross roads could be done. 

  As for them starting off fighting, is there any other way for a story to begin? Truly. Lol. One of her joys is stuffing out light/hope - perhaps Amalthea hunts him down because of his light association? Not sure how focused he is in that. 
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  Brian Kennedy September 29, 2021 at 12:02pm

  [ Hello, friend. You're very welcome. Unfortunately, my threads are full at the moment but if a spot opens up I'll let you know! ]
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  Amalthea September 28, 2021 at 10:51pm

  The Editing never ends. I too am editing but happy to plot in the mean time. 

  Any story ideas come to mind when intially seeing my little demoness?
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  Rey Skywalker September 28, 2021 at 12:03pm

  [ Hi there! Very cool page and character! We can absolutely plot sometime :) ]
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  Vasharti September 18, 2021 at 10:09pm

  Editing profile info off-site.. Will carry it over soon.
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  Knight♞ May 31, 2020 at 8:10pm

  "Hmmph. Simple is a gentle way I would put this situation but I digress." She happily took the rest of the offered wine bottle and helped herself to another half glass. She would have drunk it straight from the top had they not been in a restaurant. She wouldn't show disrespect to the place in the name of him. While he pushed his food away too and situated himself to a dominant position while leering at her she decided to take a hefty time enjoying the wine.

  The delicate taste of it, the way the tang mixed something perfect into the sweetness fit. It was like a juice, if not for the alcoholic sting that it gave as it went down. And the smell? Like summer. She could detect a hint of rose and been peppermint in the scent. The taste was something beyond elegant. The year made it all the better. 

  This entire process took somewhere around two minutes, almost three. Openly ignoring him after his demon comment. She'd heard the rest of wait he said after it too. But to make the so-called king wait brought a happy swelling in Lynn's chest as she chose to answer him in her own time at her own rate. 

  Finally, once that glass was empty and she was once more pouring herself another cup she didn't even bother to look at him when she answered. "I will ignore your prejudiced ideals of how deals are made. That, dear Draven, would be summoning. Not a deal itself. Blood drinking is for vampires. A deal is made, then the contract is sealed with a kiss." All the while she spoke the wine was poured. This time it nearly touched the rim of the glass before she was finished and delicately brought the full glass up to her lips for a generous sip. 

  "It must be consensual and agreed to by both parts. The contract is written in the soul and sealed by in the time of it." Another long drink. "Now the question is will you be able to stomach such a deal to be made." The corner other mouth curled as her honey-toned eyes came up to look at him. "This will be interesting. Now it is for you to decide how you would like to proceed with it."
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  Knight♞ May 21, 2019 at 6:14am

  If it hit a nerve she did not say. She was more observant than any, however. Her honey-toned eyes watched him pour the drink, watched his laziness, then watched him speak with a composed attitude that did not fit the filth that her words could spew at him. His host. It made her sick to even consider the thought of that. Of that little girl, she had come to love and raised as her own. She had to convince herself that it was just a means to an end. That little girl was no more hers. She never would be. What was once great became something evil. Mourning would help her not, it was better to ignore it completely. He would not be given the satisfaction of having got to her.

  Filthy. A single twitch was given. There were only so many blows a mother could take. And motherhood was something that Lynn did not think she might ever see in herself again. Not when everything she touched somehow got ruined the way that it did, even by Amir. Experimented on like a dog. Lynn had been done such a horror herself by her so-called father. A Reaper had created her for the fun of it. And now, so many years later she was what she was. Was she happy about it? Not in this very moment, she listened to this monster of a man talk about an innocent child.

  "Truce." She echoed. "You ask if me not to harm the thing, I will give that, deal or not. But guardianship? Am I not a disgusting pawn of Lucifer you so willingly came to and spewed about for as long as we have known each other and you trust and ask me, deal me, to make with you? I have consumed many souls of many. None as selfish as you if I accept this truce with you. It is not about a hunger for a soul or a vice to have them. A soul is just that, a soul. I gain nothing higher, get nothing more for taking them. Yet you always thought us power hungry beasts so I can see that mix up with how twisted your mand always was."

  She watched him pour a glass, then reach to hand it to her. She stared at the red liquid for a time then reached out a delicate hand to gently grasp the glass, only to pause as he did not release and said that. Her eyes flashed, then he released, and she brought the lip of the glass to her own to taste the sweet yet bitter red; after she placed it down tenderly in front of her.

  Her lips bubbled with a short laugh, her eyes down on the table as her molten anger that had sprung to the front seemed to evaporate just after him saying that. Things had always been personal between them, no matter the cost. Lynn was an intimate woman, talking business was nearly impossible with him. Her lips pursed, then smacked and she smiled sickly sweet to him which died slowly the further she spoke. "Once, I might have. But it seems they became a word search to me every time I looked up to see. They spelled out filth, demon scum, and Devil's play toy, traitor, excetra excetra..." Her hand waved loosely in the air. "And those mocking stars were made by the very man who willed them. After so many times of seeing that in each and every beautiful dazzling cluster, they can make a person sick to see. I do not need your stars or memories to know what you thought of me, Draven. and I do not need them to convince me, either."

  She brought up the glass and deliberately took a large, long drink of it thinking, calculating. Trying to convince herself to stop and think better. Gulp after gulp. Her tongue ran over her top lip, then she set the quarter full glass down and reverted her gaze out the window "If a deal, however, is what you want. It will be as you get. That I have it correctly of what you wish.. you request of me that I will not touch your parasite, harm it, hover to destroy it, guide it, Lord forbid. Once it leaves and you both are gone from this so-called useless planet; I get my peace." Slowly she blinked and returned her burning gaze back to him. "Deal?"
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  Knight♞ January 12, 2019 at 10:28pm

  Lynn could handle the silence that came with walking in with him. She still felt overdressed, yet it was better than not being so at all. He could have at least told her so. Bah, whatever. It wasn't s though she were looking for any sense of approval from him. She was happy just being there with food that she trusted in a whole. While she was not all for seafood, she wasn't one to turn it down if it were given the chance at it.

  As they were sat down she neatly folded a napkin into her lap then leaned gently against the counter. Lynn scanned the menu as it was handed to them and easily found what it was she chose. Even after she had chosen she would continue to look at it. She always enjoyed the beauty that were menus as a whole. It reminded her of her own back at the shop and the attention to detail that she put in having made it. Section for the signature items, then the small ones. This one had pictures as well, she hummed

  She would only glance over to him if she were spoken to. And as she was she did turn to him, hazel eyes resting as close to his own as they could in his position. "No, I have not a clue. I also have no idea as to why you would want to make a deal for me." She explained smoothly, then her face pinched just a hint and she narrowed her eyes at him. "Do you think that could be the only thing that crosses my mind, Amir? No, I do not constantly think of them, furthermore, I have never thought of your own. I might be curious if you have ever had one, yes, but it was never a full thought on which. Then, in the brief moments that it was thought of, I quickly dismissed the idea of you having one at all for the sake that nothing as heartless as you could possess one. To have a soul is to have purity, to which Amir, you lack deeply."

  "I want no part of your abilities or incessantly bore of a being to be dissolved into me." The corner of her mouth twitched with a brief smile, "pardon my French." Can't go upsetting the poor man, after all, he might then skip out on her bill if he did.

  They were paused as the woman came up to take their order. He was polite enough to wait on Viv, she ordered an eel sushi roll, sweet tea for a drink. She then allowed the woman to take her menu then looked forward once more and soon to Amir as he continued. "Am I happy to hear it. You should not assume what you do not know. It has caused you problems in the past as well." Problems with them, thus she shut down his premature celebritorymindsite before it got started.

  "To communicate, to touch, to kiss, to betray, to assume; many things Amir, this creature that I am to you, you have done to me. I insist that you mind yourself, you come off as quite the prick when you think yourself too high above others, but do go on." She could block just as fast as he shot. She did listen though. Looking at the waitress when the glasses were brought. She eyed the second one, then pursed her lips. Was wine safe for her right now? If she drank it slowly, yes. Thus she would agree to have some. Her hazel eyes turned back to him. "Agree to your terms? You must first make your soul worthy of even wanting Amir. What would I gain by having your soul? And what would you gain from having a deal with me?"
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  Valkyrie(Owner) October 22, 2018 at 10:54am

    Valkyrie followed Amir inside, her feet, however, would remain on the ground. Unlike the magic caster in front of her, Valkyrie hated magic. Inside, the Mistress panned her gaze around. The stone room was huge, yet littered with art. She knew this from several years ago when she lived with Amir herself. It wasn't the art he was interested in, but the price tag that the art held. For someone that could quite literally duplicate diamonds. What was value worth anyway? 

    The stairs he began his decent up caught her eye. It was the only way to get further into the castle after all. Yet the odd igneous stone used to build this place kept her from feeling 'at home.' like he'd mentioned. Valkyrie crossed her arms over her chest. in an expectant manner. She knew where they were even though she had never before been here herself. When she lived with Amir, it was on Earth in his mansion. Now, however, he'd upgraded from a mansion back to his castle; the one laid in ruins, according to the stories anyway. 

    Although Amir's mood had lightened, Valkyrie refused to speak.
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  Knight♞ October 21, 2018 at 4:11am

  Keeping a sigh to herself, Viv only looked at his sort of attir and wished that she had stayed in her own beforhand. Now she felt overdressed. Oh well. Can't join them, beat them. She would be the one looking ravenious that night, he could look like a bum if he wanted to. 

  She asked her quesiton and he responded in kind. Unlike him she could take his hand withough being repusled, mostly. She took it and waited for time and space to shift around them until they appeared now on a building. She paused to see where they were. Then glanced down to see the name. She had never had Pho before, she was not a noodle person aside from being Italian. Still, it was almost kind to be in such a place that was not overly extravagent. It was new of him, something that she did not expect. "Something quaint for what I orignally expected of you." She observed casually, cocking her head to look up towards him. "Shall we?"

  Viv aborted then simply reappeared just as Amir was landing himself. She looped her arm in his own before the two of them would step in. Her cheery atmosphere returned, somethign she was easily able to play on as she followed him in, they would need to wait to be seated as per usual after all.