Haamiah Gadreel
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Ageless
Appearance: A traditionally attractive woman, with a moderate bust, wide hips, flowing white hair, and a regal countenance. Clothed in white robes and blessed with a large pair of white wings upon her back.
Equipment: A large golden scepter.
Skills and Abilities: A wide array of angelic abilities, and can directly compel Thuratiphel to do what she wishes.
Registered: Jan 15, 2022 7:15:51 GMT -5
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Post by Haamiah Gadreel on Sept 11, 2022 19:08:19 GMT -5
The woman turned around, surprised, then promptly trip on a root and fall upon her rear. For being a... presumably angel, she was awfully clumsy. She rubbed her rear in pain as she stood up. "Oww... hello.. Sylvanie, I believe it was? It's a very nice tree indeed."
The faeschild hops up and grabs onto the branch, swinging herself up onto it and sitting, waiting for Haamiah to follow. "You wanted to talk about Mr. Thuratiphel, right?""Yes, and I'll cut to the chase for you. Simply put, I would like you to stop seeing him." |
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145 
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Sept 15, 2022 0:03:47 GMT -5
Sylvanie sat on her branch with an innocent smile on her face, waiting for Haamiah to settle in, kicking her feet back and forth. Once she heard what the angel had to ask, though, her kicking would abruptly stop, as she tilted her head to one side and a look of complete confusion found a home on her face. “I-I’m sorry?” She asked. “Why?”
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Haamiah Gadreel
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Ageless
Appearance: A traditionally attractive woman, with a moderate bust, wide hips, flowing white hair, and a regal countenance. Clothed in white robes and blessed with a large pair of white wings upon her back.
Equipment: A large golden scepter.
Skills and Abilities: A wide array of angelic abilities, and can directly compel Thuratiphel to do what she wishes.
Registered: Jan 15, 2022 7:15:51 GMT -5
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Post by Haamiah Gadreel on Sept 15, 2022 13:09:55 GMT -5
Sylvanie sat on her branch with an innocent smile on her face, waiting for Haamiah to settle in, kicking her feet back and forth. Once she heard what the angel had to ask, though, her kicking would abruptly stop, as she tilted her head to one side and a look of complete confusion found a home on her face. “I-I’m sorry?” She asked. “Why?” "Simply put, he's dangerous. He's a traitor and a outcast for his crimes. He could snap you like a twig if he wanted to, and he has faught wars in the past. He's here as punishment, he's not supposed to be making friends." *She explained, though the woman was clearly sorry she had to break Sylvanie's heart like this.* |
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Sept 18, 2022 20:02:46 GMT -5
“Dangerous?” Sylvanie exclaimed. She found it hard to believe. “But he hasn’t hurt a fly for as long as I’ve known him! He’s a nice man. He can’t be that bad, right?” She turned her gaze away. “Besides, what’s wrong with making friends?” She muttered quietly.
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Haamiah Gadreel
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Ageless
Appearance: A traditionally attractive woman, with a moderate bust, wide hips, flowing white hair, and a regal countenance. Clothed in white robes and blessed with a large pair of white wings upon her back.
Equipment: A large golden scepter.
Skills and Abilities: A wide array of angelic abilities, and can directly compel Thuratiphel to do what she wishes.
Registered: Jan 15, 2022 7:15:51 GMT -5
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Post by Haamiah Gadreel on Sept 20, 2022 13:37:56 GMT -5
“Dangerous?” Sylvanie exclaimed. She found it hard to believe. “But he hasn’t hurt a fly for as long as I’ve known him! He’s a nice man. He can’t be that bad, right?” She turned her gaze away. “Besides, what’s wrong with making friends?” She muttered quietly. "Nothing is wrong with making friends!' *she said, trying to salvage the situation.* "but he can't be allowed to interact with you or others too much. He's too dangerous. He has almost no experience with mortals, and doesn't know his own strength! He almost killed an Angel, and that's before he gained increased strength and fire abilities as part of his penance!" *If Sylvanie was aware, she might notice the woman subconsciously rub her side when she mentions nearly killing someone.* |
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Oct 2, 2022 18:29:11 GMT -5
For a moment, Sylvanie was silent. Thinking. Ever since she arrived here Thuratiphel had been nothing but kind and gentle. He had helped her when she had questions about…whatever it was she had questions about upon arriving. She couldn’t seem to remember what it was. She still found it hard to imagine that he could hurt anyone, but this angel seemed…adamant. “I…” She tried to speak, but faltered. “...I guess I can try. I can’t say I’ll stop being friends with him.” She said, looking back up at Haamiah with a face as serious as she could make. “But, I’ll try not to be around him as much. Okay?”
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Haamiah Gadreel
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Ageless
Appearance: A traditionally attractive woman, with a moderate bust, wide hips, flowing white hair, and a regal countenance. Clothed in white robes and blessed with a large pair of white wings upon her back.
Equipment: A large golden scepter.
Skills and Abilities: A wide array of angelic abilities, and can directly compel Thuratiphel to do what she wishes.
Registered: Jan 15, 2022 7:15:51 GMT -5
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Post by Haamiah Gadreel on Oct 14, 2022 14:01:53 GMT -5
For a moment, Sylvanie was silent. Thinking. Ever since she arrived here Thuratiphel had been nothing but kind and gentle. He had helped her when she had questions about…whatever it was she had questions about upon arriving. She couldn’t seem to remember what it was. She still found it hard to imagine that he could hurt anyone, but this angel seemed…adamant. “I…” She tried to speak, but faltered. “...I guess I can try. I can’t say I’ll stop being friends with him.” She said, looking back up at Haamiah with a face as serious as she could make. “But, I’ll try not to be around him as much. Okay?” "That's all I can ask of you, at the end of the day, I cannot force you." The woman said, trying to look kind. "I understand you've befriended him. You just need to be careful. However unless you have any questions for me, I'll happily get out of your way." |
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Nov 4, 2022 0:06:39 GMT -5
For a moment, Sylvanie was silent. Thinking. Ever since she arrived here Thuratiphel had been nothing but kind and gentle. He had helped her when she had questions about…whatever it was she had questions about upon arriving. She couldn’t seem to remember what it was. She still found it hard to imagine that he could hurt anyone, but this angel seemed…adamant. “I…” She tried to speak, but faltered. “...I guess I can try. I can’t say I’ll stop being friends with him.” She said, looking back up at Haamiah with a face as serious as she could make. “But, I’ll try not to be around him as much. Okay?” "That's all I can ask of you, at the end of the day, I cannot force you." The woman said, trying to look kind. "I understand you've befriended him. You just need to be careful. However unless you have any questions for me, I'll happily get out of your way." Sylvanie went quiet again. “...I don’t think I have any questions for you.” Sylvanie eventually said, muttering and looking away again. “...Thank you.” |
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