Amora's forum posts
- Is the physical embodiment of beauty and desire
- Usually prefers to not partake in combat, but when she does she uses the ability to harness the ambient energies of the universes in the forms of powerful energy blasts or constructs
- Despite rarely engaging in physical combat she possesses vasts amount of strength, durability, speed, and stamina due to her father being Zeus
Halted by the audible inveiglement in the vocally recognizable vociferation of the Goddess of Desire, Ambrosius cordially turned round, the picturesque sight of the sumptuously adorned Amora inciting a devilish upwards curl of his mouth in a winsomely expressive smirk. "Amora", the Divine Heir began, the dazzling pizzazz of his eyes meeting the seductive mesmerism of Amora's. "Quite some time since our... last encounter", he cheekily recalled, lexically implicit sexual undertone present in his voice. "I did not anticipate a chance meeting with a future queen of Olympus on this night", he dallyingly flattered. Chivalrously taking her hand with charming savior-faire, the Divine Virtuoso flirtatiously inquired, "Perhaps we could spend it in each other's company? And then perhaps we could..", the purposeful trailing off coupled with a cheeky ocular gleam, expressing subtle erotic implications.
"Perhaps not," she said haughtily, tearing her hand from his with a look of distaste. Running her fingers through her long dark hair the goddess' eyes, ever-changing from greens to blues to ambers, held a scornful light within them as she spoke down to her Olympian colleague. "We had some memorable times, sure, but my affections are not so easily obtained. And as of now, the only god of desire in this conversation is me. Try impressing a minor goddess next time," she said with scathing disdain, turning on her heels to make her way back into the cafe.
@ambrosius: A nero ribelle-colored Maserati Quattroporte GTS rolled to a halt in the parking lot of the Cafe du Monde, its doors opening for a pair of black Louboutin stilettos belonging the Olympian goddess who was clad in a more modern ensemble than that traditional to her Greek origins. Black Versace vinyl trousers and a black silk blouse with lace inserts by the same designers covered the sorceresses unparalleled physique, the paragon of physical allure's beauty being even more potent on Earth than Olympus. Just as she was preparing to enter the establishment for a warm croissant and coffee, she stopped dead in her tracks and removed her Dolce & Gabanna sunglasses in disbelief. After her double-take, a mischievous grin crawled its way upon her face as she realized her suspicions were correct. "Ambrosius. Well hasn't it been a century or two? Where was it I left your charming face last?"