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 Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 12:12 pm
Hinote your bloodline is approved
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 4:12 pm
Rpc Name:
Kaelrikk Cross
Nation:
Fronta
Rank:
Adept
Bloodline applied for:
Highborn
What you know about the bloodline:
Well, being the creator, everything. They are a holy race descended from Ar'Arkaedon's archangels. They have holy magic abilities, smell sweet to lycans and vampires, and can sense emotions. The highborn are the first holy bloodline to be introduced into Axiom, and it is limited, (for now) to three people. (BTW, Raw and Shruikan called dibs already.) Physically they possess markings on their bodies causing them to stand out, as well as their near perfect beauty. On a final note they posses the ability to grow wings for a short time, making them appear as angels.
Rp Sample:
Really....?
Fine...
Kaelrikk didn't know what was happening. His chest was glowing with a golden light, suddenly a cross made of light was in front of his chest. It was bright, and the vampire he was fighting backed up, confused by this strange ability. Kaelrikk panicked, he focused on the cross trying to get it to do something, anything really, but it seemed to just stay there, glowing. The vampire noticed Kaelrikk's confusion and charged. Kaelrikk focused on the cross, pooling more energy into it, the cross suddenly went back into his chest, and a large shockwave of holy energy erupted around him. The vampire screamed in pain as it was hit by the energy, knocking it backwards, and causing it to erupt into ashes. "I really have no idea what that was, but I think I am going to like it." He said to himself. Suddenly, he notices his arms where covered in strange tattoos. He held up Dragon's Bane and checked his reflection in it. His face had them as well. "This just keeps getting weirder and weirder." He muttered, putting his sword where it belonged on his back, and heading back home to Fraxen.
He entered the city, bumping into his brother, who had similar markings. "Tarren, what the hell is going on?" He asked him. His brother shrugged, still looking at his reflection in a shop window. Something was lurking in a nearby ally. Kaelrikk could feel hate emanating from it. Hate directed at him, and Tarren. He also felt several other emotions. All from different sources. Kael clutched his head as he was overwhelmed with the emotions, his head feeling as if it would split open. Just as soon as he thought he could take no more they stopped. The hatred however, remained. He pointed into the alley, and shouted. "You there, come out and do your worst. I know that you want me dead. Come see if you can make your wish come true." His last words carrying the stick of mocking the dark figure. Out of the shadows stepped yet another vampire, this one however, was different. I higher ranking one Kael thought. Just as Tarren was about to join in another stepped out from the alley as well. "I'll take the one on the left." Kael said as his brother went to work on the one to the right. He focused energy into his arm, the sensation was different. A faint golden glow covered his left arm. "Uhh?" He said, He focused more into his arm as he held out his hand, a beam of light shot from his hand at the vampire catching it completely off guard sending it flying into the shop wall. Kaelrikk ran at it, faster than he was before. He drew Oathguard and swung at the vampire, the sword felt a bit heavier than it used to, but it swung true, cutting it's head off, leaving only the bottom jaw and below. "Something is terribly off." He said to Tarren, who had seemed to finish off his foe as well. Both of them heading somewhere private to discuss these odd changes.
((Certain abilities where not used 100% right because it was a "they're being developed kinda thing.))
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 4:45 pm
Rpc Name: Tarren Cross
Nation: Fronta
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Highborn
What you know about the bloodline:
They where created by my good pal DG, and they are apparently Axiom's very first holy bloodline. They are descended from the archangels of Ar'Arkaedon, and as such posses similar powers. They have the ability to use holy magic including heals, and several attacks. They have a -1 to strength, but a +1 to speed so they are a good thing for a gunslinger to have. smile They also posses emotional telepathy, which comes in handy when you want to know who wants to kill you. Highborn smell sweet to races with sensitive noses, and they also posses runic markings that look like full body tattoos. They have white hair, and are very pretty.
Rp Sample:
Tarran was panicking. He woke up from a nap, and he was covered in runic tattoos. "What the..." he said as he rubbed them. Attempting to get them to smear to show they where a prank that Kaelrikk was pulling on him. They where not. He ran out of the room, down the street to find Kael. He'd know what to do, he was more experienced in dark arts. Tarren was running faster than he normally could. He didn't know how, but he was, and he liked it.
He was busy looking at his feet when he looked up and saw a kid on his bike. He ran right into him knocking him to the ground, the kid scraped his knee, and Ren felt terrible. Running to the boy's aide he said, "Let me see it, I might be able to help." He held the boys leg, around the knee to stabilize it. The boy was crying, and Ren didn't know how to get him to calm down. So he said, "Lets pray for a quick recovery huh? Surely the heavens will at the least make sure it stays uninfected." The boy sniffled, and nodded. Ren started praying. Eyes closed. "Father, grant this child a quick recovery, speed along his healing. He deserves not to suffer for something that was my own fault..." Ren continued to pray. The boy started getting excited, yelling for Tarren to open his eyes. He did, to his shock he saw his hands glowing, and the cuts and scrapes on the child's knee were closing. "What the hell?" He said, then he corrected himself, "Err, I mean, what in heaven...?" He said as he looked at his hands with amazement. The child running to tell his mother of the miracle, Ren too distracted to even notice.
He got up, running again to find Kael, he tried to see if he could make himself run faster. He focused energy, nothing happened. Then a golden cross appeared in front of his chest. Ren was confused, but he liked the idea of having a vampire ward on his chest. He continued to try and run faster focusing more energy. The cross went into his chest, his speed increased, and his cut on his hand from the boy's bike began to close up. "I have no idea how I am doing this... But I love it!" He said as he leaped over a table continuing to search for his brother.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 5:10 pm
Rpc Name: Tarvos Anderson
Nation: Fraxen
Rank: Novice
Bloodline applied for: Highborn
What you know about the bloodline: The Highborns are a race of holy warriors that has been said to descend from the archangels of Ar'Arkaedon themselves to rid the world of evil and darkness. They are said to be mistaken as humans though said to have unworldly beauty. Having great strengths and abilities limited to prayer and god and all things holy, making the members of this race pure of soul. They are capable of emotional telepathy, and often have white hair.
Rp Sample: Tarvos walked into the battlefield, where three paladins were having a hard time against the group of vampires. Despite being holy, they were greatly outnumbered. Bringing his staff to the ground, he merely looked upon the vampires with disdain. One of the paladins spoke out loud, without looking back at Tarvos. "We've been trying to keep them at bay sir, but they outnumber us too great. Our units have been depleted!" He shouted, holding his shield up to hold off the vampires. "Main these wretched creatures burn under yer holy lecht an' scattered their doost ower yer lands. amen" He said as he stepped forward, the paladins movin out of his way. The vampires laughed and all closed in on the mage. The mage merely rose an arm up, his staff pointing at the group and suddenly a large shield of holy energy formed, the vampires smashing into it and fell backwards, screaming in pain and burning from the heavenly light. As they twitched on the ground, Tarvos tilted his staff towards the ground, pinning them into it making them constantly burn. With his free arm, he slashed the air, moving his staff at the same time moving the shield making them burn as the shield moved across them. In time for a slashing arc of holy light slamming into them, the screams filling the air again, and then silence, dust scattering across the wind.
He stood there for a moment....it was too quiet. Tarvos grinned slightly, bringing his arms together in a cross formation as his staff began glowing. Bringing his arms out he made a cross sign, a golden energy cross formed. Suddenly, three vampires came out, rushing in on him. "Dornt hink Ah dornt see ye....come at me ye bloodsuckers" He said out loud as he then muttered these words. "E Nomine Patri" And the glowing light suddenly grew and then absorbed into his body. Violently, the holy light erupted out of him in a burst, all the vampires screamed as the smell of burning flesh filled the air. The vampires were hurled backwards, stunned. Their breathings were heavy and fast, their skin looking horrible. "End their pitiful life" Tarvos said as the paladins went to each vampire, stabbing them through the heart.
((Holy shield and holy slash used))
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 8:13 pm
We don't have the highborns anymore, so denied.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 6:33 pm
Rpc Name: Ardon of the Black Moon
Nation:Yuran
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Werewolf
What you know about the bloodline:
Werewolves are a strong bloodline but with a simplicity to it. You have only a few powers but you dont need many. The race is based on being tough to kill and provides the most bonuses (when in your true form). they are weak to silver and louder noises, but oh well. Lycan=Win
Rp Sample sad Using him as a werewolf without a class to show my understanding of this bloodline)
'A coven. A coven of vampires. In my home?! ', Ardon thought. The blood of his parents coated the walls and in their midst stood many dead vampires, their heads and hearts laying on the floor. With a grin of respect to his dead parents he turned to the vampires in the large banquet hall of his parents. A grin with teeth long and dog like spread across his face.
Before the vampires could attack a blood wrenching howl escaped Ardon's lips as he leaped into the midst of the vampires.
With his entry the screams of vampires rose. Throughout his slaughter of the vampires he slowly transformed into his true form. Then the limbs of his enemies began to fly from the mob. A deep chuckle could be heard from the midst of the bloody even as Ardon exacted his revenge the way his parents would have desired.
Ardon soon became a blur of pitch black fur and pure white claws as he cut down each enemy and turned to the next. His kind were the sturdy, the strong, and the slaughterers. These vampires had messed with the wrong descendant of the Lycan bloodline.
With a howl of victory Ardon stood in the midst of the dead vampires. His voice was very guttural and cold as he said "Behold. My blood is pure. My blood is stronger!" With that he stomped the skull of one of his fallen enemies.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 10:54 pm
Rpc Name:
Nation: Fronta
Rank: trainee
Bloodline applied for: Shapeshifter
What you know about the bloodline: they can turn into animals and fun stuff like that. and change what they look like, and sound like, and can mimic other people.
Rp Sample: The child looked up at the two squabbling over where to send him. they had not wanted him in the first place, but had needed to buy him for their traveling circus show. Just to prevent his escape they had tied him up in a silver stock each night. It iritated and burned his skin at the neck and wrists, and they covered them during the show. He did not cry though. He only observed. That night when one of the men was sleeping the child stole the key and released his stocks. He then went to the animal cages and found a cheetah. He petted the cheetah for a while. Just as the sun was coming up he reshaped himself into the cheetah he had been petting, and dashed off into the sunrise toward fronta.
(i know its a little short, but it fits.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 11:00 pm
hellfire: Accepted
claru: Accepted
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 2:09 pm
Rpc Name: Haruki Zetsu (Probable Translation: Bright Darkness)
Nation: Not Decided
Rank: N/A
Bloodline applied for: Kiranu
What you know about the bloodline: I know that you will pretty much be role-playing as a cat, even while in human form. They have good senses of smell and hearing, but they are too easily distracted, on and off field. They are quick learners and have speed two ranks higher than they are. They cannot fight against sirens or bards and hate water, though they are adept at swimming. Their abilities make them well suited for quick classes, but they cannot wield weapons, besides a single ranged one. Climbing comes naturally and night-vision is an advantage too. The only weapons Kiranu are suited for are their claws.
Rp Sample:
Haruki was not really suited for combat because he still hadn't perfected the art of being focused. His enemy tossed a ball of yarn in his direction and he couldn't help himself but to play with it, it was the curse of his blood. The area was wide open with lots of grass, this would serve as a turning point for Haruki. Even though he was mesmerized by a simple ball, he could use it to his advantage. A sharp stab through the shoulder was enough for him to focus on, that brought him back. The one mistake his opponent made was looking directly at him, they stopped moving and Haruki slid the sword out of his arm. His claws rose quickly and cut the blade to shreds. The swordsman snapped out of it and attacked once more, with yet another blade. Haruki jumped over him quickly and vanished in to the grass, he'd turned in to a tiny cat and escape being impaled again.
He rose from the ground at full size and slashed his opponent's face, leaving depp bloody gashesh. "Whoops, sorry..." He said with a sad tone, unlike his playful one earlier. He then smiled, a sadistic smile crossing his face. He lunged forward and cut the foe across the chest twice, leaving even deeper slashs, but not outright killing the guy. "Meow~" He stepped backwards quickly and ended up a distance away, licking the top of his hand and smoothing his hair, much to the annoyance of the heavily injured fighter, his friend calmed him down and began to play music, Haruki was hypnotized by it and started to nod along with the music, only to be kicked in the stomach. It was good for him that he also had a partner, waiting in the distance to help Haruki in his time of need. A knife destroyed the intrusment causing Haruki to pause, with it destroyed he could fight again. He began clawing the air angrily, and pretty soon the bard was nothing but a bloody mess, then he started to vanish. The swordsman ran to grab his blade and turned to Haruki, he was leaving rapidly. And when he charged, there was nobody, Haruki smiled childishly and reappeared before clawing at the bandit once more. He got lucky and dodge a direct blow, but he was unaware they he was dragged for a moment, he'd only gotten inches away. Haruki lifted him in to the air, but his screams of terror and soon-to-be pain hurt Haruki's ears a bit, he shook his head and began gathering all the energy he had in to his fist. "You're already dead!" He said as he began to beat the life out of the assilant, he dropped the body as a butterfly flew past him, he chased it, trying to pounce on it just because he couldn't resist.
[[Little bit basic, but I thought I should try something...]]
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 11:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 2:29 pm
Rpc Name: Rachel Altair
Nation: Kranila
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Shape-Shifter
What you know about the bloodline: I know that you can change into anything you have touched or come in contact with, that you can steal other peoples memories for your own, and that you can blend into any crowed. (I had an Rpc who was a shape-shifter before so this isn't new to me xP )
Rp Sample:
Rachel smiled as she simply sat there concentrating on sneaking up on a falcon that was perched not to far from her, she slowly inched her way over to the falcon then touched it quickly before it had a chance to fly off. Soon enough Rachel felt a surge throughout her body and she suddenly shape-shifted into a bright blue falcon. Rachel gave a caw of delight as she pushed off the ground and began to flap her wings to gain altitude. Soon enough she was high up into the air gliding to and fro on air currents keeping herself aloft. 'this is amazing...' Rachel thought to herself seeing as it was her first time shape-shifting into a animal that can fly. Rachel eventually took off towards Kusana city to return to her training. While flying over The Countryside of Pronta city Rachel suddenly felt a sharp pain in one wing and began to rapidly descend. When she tried flapping to keep herself up she noticed a arrow jabbed through her wing, before she hit the ground Rachel changed back to her normal self and managed to grab onto a tree branch which stopped her fall but broke under her weight. Rachel then fell down through the tree hitting branches on her way down to the ground. when she finally hit the ground Rachel got to her feet quickly looking around for her attacker, and to her surprise not only one archer was coming after her but six were. Rachel reached over to her arm where the arrow was and pulled it out with a grunt of pain. She then started to run as arrows flew at her quickly shape-shifting into a black wolf. The archers began sprinting after her launching arrow after arrow after her, thankfully none of them had very good aim. Rachel moved quickly dodging between the trees in her wolf form and when she suddenly came upon a cliff she jumped quickly off it. the archers stopped dead in their tracks looking over the edge trying to see if Rachel had fallen into the water below. Thankfully Rachel had shape-shifted back into a falcon and was shooting off into the night sky higher and higher into the clouds where the archers couldn't see her. Rachel was now almost home so she continued to fly as quickly as possible heading towards the hospital in Kusana to get herself bandaged up before she bleed out.
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 2:30 pm
What happened to Raizo? o_O
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 2:46 pm
Fenrir Graveheart What happened to Raizo? o_O He died in a burning building in Uuma city... stupid whisps... i hate those things... so ive made a new character... sweatdrop
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 2:47 pm
manpish: Oh.....ok Accepted. lol
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 2:54 pm
Fenrir Graveheart manpish: Oh.....ok Accepted. lol Bahahahaha xD thanks... you so just made my day!
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