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RPC Name: Fendon

Bloodline being applied for: Were-beast: Wolf

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: Weres enjoy night most, becoming more powerful creatures under the night sky's gaze. But the sun works against them, stopping their more powerful form and making their human form weaker. While a were's fur can eventually become armor, it doesn't hold a candle to silver of any kind.

RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample):

He fixed his eyes on the small magic lamp glow, trying to discern if it was light or dark outside. The silver shackles on his limbs always made him feel like hell and he prayed for the day she would slip up. But she never did. That was the problem with her. She was always in his head and he could feel it. It didn't matter she had given birth to him and kept him alive. She was the enemy and so was anyone like her. The opening in the ceiling creaked open, flooding his eventual tomb with light. So it was daytime right now. His eyes narrowed as she floated down to the floor. There was no ladder, since she could control wind like it was nothing. And it was one more measure to make sure he couldn't escape. As she started in on the day's bloodletting to study how fast he healed, he focused on the one thing she had unknowingly given him: the knowledge of his father. True, the man was ruthless but he wouldn't be trapped in this place like he was. And someday soon, neither would he.

@Jackie: Except for the mention of silver, this doesn't really seam like a good sample confused

@Sharp_Things_Hurt: Approved

RPC Name: Fendon

Bloodline being applied for: Were-beast: Wolf

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: Weres enjoy night most, becoming more powerful creatures under the night sky's gaze. But the sun works against them, stopping their more powerful form and making their human form weaker. While a were's fur can eventually become armor, it doesn't hold a candle to silver of any kind.

RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample):

He fixed his eyes on the small magic lamp glow, trying to discern if it was light or dark outside. The silver shackles on his limbs always made him feel like hell and he prayed for the day she would slip up. But she never did. That was the problem with her. She was always in his head and he could feel it. It didn't matter she had given birth to him and kept him alive. She was the enemy and so was anyone like her. The opening in the ceiling creaked open, flooding his eventual tomb with light. So it was daytime right now. His eyes narrowed as she floated down to the floor. There was no ladder, since she could control wind like it was nothing. And it was one more measure to make sure he couldn't escape. As she started in on the day's bloodletting to study how fast he healed, he focused on the one thing she had unknowingly given him: the knowledge of his father. True, the man was ruthless but he wouldn't be trapped in this place like he was. And someday soon, neither would he. But as he waited for the piercing of the first cut, time drug out. Finally looking over, he saw her messing with a cage. "I'm not doing the usual today, Fendon," she said, invading his mind like she always does. "I've done all I can with your healing capabilities. Today I want to see your survival instincts at work." Walking over, she attached a chain to his arm shackles while releasing the leg ones. Fendon stumbled on his feet, unused to being taken down from his normal post. As she walked him over to the other end of this hell he lived in, he realized he hadn't been to this side before. A pit opened before him and before he could even growl, he was tripped into the pit as she slipped the wrist silvers off. Landing in an unceremonious heap at the bottom, he looked up to see her faint outline. "It's only a common batch of the carnivorous plants from the area with a couple of wolves but since I know you have no element, it should be interesting to watch," she called down to him. He could feel those blind eyes on him while he looked around. While he could see what he faced, his mind was more focused on the wonderful sensation of ripping those eyes out of her head. As a wolf leaped at him, he used his strength to grab and twist it in the air. Snarling himself, he tossed the wolf towards the plants to hear with a growing glee the rending of the creature apart by the plants his mother put down here. Flexing his hands, he got to feel his claws for the first time in a very long time. The silver was always too much for him. Lunging forward, he attacked the other wolf to put a stop to it trying to even think of attacking him. Blood spurted into his mouth as he bite down on the wolf's neck and started to shake the creature around. Dropping its dead body, Fendon stopped. He didn't feel her in his mind. Looking up, her silhouette was gone from the edge of this pit. Now might be his only chance. Dragging the dead wolf body yo the side, he looked at the plants more. One was a Man trap while the others were Flesh Vines. Throwing the dead wolf to the vines, he waiting until they were too distracted with the meal to worry about him. He found where they connected to the pit and ripped them straight out to kill them. He worked quickly, hoping whatever pulled her away kept her away long enough. With the vines tied together, he noticed the skull from the first wolf on the ground. It would have to work. Tying it to one end, he used the skull like a grapple hook to get the vine rope to hang so he could get out. Climbing carefully, he made it up halfway before the vine snapped. But determination refused to let this chance get away. He dug his claws into the sides of the pit so he would slowly claw his way to the top. Covered in dirt and scratches from the vines, Fendon looked around. There were some of her old staffs down here he could use to open the trapdoor to freedom. Finding a couple long enough, he lashed them together so they would be able to prop the door open while he got out. Now he just needed to face the last problem: no ladder. Scurrying around, Fendon used his strength to tear shelves from the walls and tables from the floor in order to make a stack of them up to the trapdoor. He felt stronger right now, so it must mean it was night outside by now. Whatever took her away must have been really important and he was grateful. As he balanced and climbed up his makeshift ladder pile, his head popped out of the trapdoor. It was night out, with a sliver of the moon hanging over the land. He looked around him, seeing lots of windows and lights up and beyond a nearby staircase. This must be her faction building, the Spiral Tower. Dragging himself up from the opening, he knocked over the pile with the staffs tied together before breaking them and tossing them back down. Slamming the door shut, he wasted no time in making his way into the woods of Ernya and away from this hated place.

-I hate combat in samples but there you go.-

RPC Name: Derrick Everett

Bloodline being applied for: Black Blood

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline:
Weaknesses:
• Overusing the black blood will cause the user to become more unstable and insane, causing them to end up attacking their allies along with their enemies
• You can only have 1 and only 1 black blood weapon[1 weapon overall], you can only get this by applying for it via custom weapons.
• Though you can control your blood and harden wounds, that does not mean that cannot be killed
• You can't feel pain when using the black blood but that doesn't mean you can't die


Strengths:
• Your weapon can be conjured up whenever you wish since the skill is passive
• You have control over your own blood, which means you can harden wounds and make the blood that you release into a weapon itself, at higher ranks you can even replace limbs that you've lost in battle
• You can feel NO pain when using the black blood, this saves you from falling during battle because of wounds but this also means that won't know if you're dying or not.

RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample):
Derrick rounded the corner of the alley way and there she was in all her splendour. The skirt only barely covered her firm behind, the fabric clinging to her body to perfection. Edging closer to her, Derrick scowled as the voices in his mind fought to either save, or destroy this woman. His feet moved silently across the ground, he was a mere foot from her now. He lifted his right index finger to his left wrist and sliced through the skin, the blood spilling out and forming a curved blade. Drawing back his left hand, he pushed forward, the blade swinging towards her as a shot fired, tearing through his weapon wielding arm. He continued on as a rain of bullets pierced his flesh, each time he sealed the wound with his blood. His energy was depleting fast and the evil voice was winning out. At the beginning of the gun fire, his partner had run up the alley, and stood behind, the bullets focused solely on Derrick as he lifted his sword and pushed it through her chest. After yanking it out, he turned and spotted his accomplice. A demented smirk crossed pale lips, his skin covered in blood stoppered holes. He leaped forward and ran his ally through before collapsing, shuddering as he died.

RPC Name: Kass

Bloodline being applied for: Reaper

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: Despite having a vast reserve of energy, the Reapers can't regenerate energy naturally, so the use of energy (and in turn, abilities) would need to be used tactfully and sparingly. That being said, they would have to, while knowing how to use their abilities, be able to fight physically, without the use of their abilities. Unfortunately, doing so hand-to-hand would be counterproductive, due to the inherent loss of life if the gauntlet on their arm were to be destroyed. Luckily, they're quite intelligent, so they could use their knowledge to think ahead and outsmart their opponents, using their abilities when needed most, and be able to use their ability to absorb matter to their advantage as well.

RP Sample: The setting is a cavern. Stalactites and stalagmites combine, forming many pillars, now holding up the weight of the above-ground world. Light still pierces the very depths of the cave's void, reflecting off of water and crystals that covered various patches of rocky surfaces. This place was ideal, indeed. Though, it wasn't empty. Creatures of all kinds dwelled within, threatening travelers' lives if they decided to wander too deep.
A single man encroached upon that territory, rousing their attentions. Focus was upon the traveler, whom remained fully aware of the situation he was in. The glimmers of light gave him notice to the hidden presences. They shifted about, watching carefully as he marched on, then finally pounced!
With catlike reflexes and perfect precision, he spun on his heels. His right arm thrust out, ramming the palm into the beast that attacked him. Without a word or hesitance, a thin needle thrust from his palm, into the attacking predator, causing it to screech in a rage. More approached from, what was now, behind him. They watched in terror, then regained confidence, pouncing again.
It only took a moment, just a single second of breath and focus when he spun once more, still biding his time, allowing the nondescript animals a close proximity (about thirty seconds have passed at this point, given the great distance and the hesitance of the rest of the "pack" when they saw their alpha wounded so badly), then released. His left arm thrust forward in a simple punch, then a pulse forced itself from his body, in every direction. Starting in the shape of his body, the initial shape would have caused a great amount of blunt damage to the closest in proximity to his left fist.
At this point, he was minorly fatigued, having wasted too much energy on these creatures. Having only survival in mind, he began to sprint back to what he knew as the entrance. The alpha, at this point, had recovered from the piercing attack and had become conscious of the fact that he was brushed over by something tingly (pure energy) and the rest of his pack had been momentarily incapacitated. This angered the beast. The man had started the chase, which roused the alpha immediately.
Tiring of being hunted, the prey became the predator. Upon running, his hands would brush along pillars of rock, holding the very roof on this place. The place became unstable. With every removed rock, it became unable to hold the great weight of earth above. This wasn't enough, for his predators were approaching quickly. Every several strides, he spun, creating a rock from what appeared to be thin air. This was, of course, made possible by the now immaterial chunks of pillars that he had consumed. He needed energy, and this place gave him a near infinite supply, and the perfect trap to spring upon them. If they wanted him, they would need to be willing to die to get him, though at this point, he was sure they were noticing that the cave, behind their chase, was beginning to collapse.
Noticing this as well, he stopped creating obstacles for his pursuers to traverse, and began mass-consuming things around him as he ran. The collapsing wall of death, behind him, was fast approaching, now. He needed to think fast.
Suddenly, as if from nowhere, wings! Four large, nearly immaterial wings spring from his back. In shape, they appeared to make him two wings shy of being a seraph, contrary to the rugged appearance he owned. Mid-stride, he lifted off the ground in a leap. What great speed he possessed, to keep away from the impending predators of this cavern, increased greatly, and was made moreso obvious when midair.
Minutes passed of flight and pursuit, and he heard his attackers no more. Poor souls lost their lives to circumstance, and a giant rain of rocks, dirt and whatever was planted above. This cued his exit of the mouth of the cave, zipping out of it like a flash of light, curling up, hitting the ground and rolling as his wings vanished. With a broad grin upon his face, he observed the now destroyed remains of what was, once, a natural beauty, and is now a pile of rubble. To himself, all he could think was that so much collateral damage was unfortunate, but he was still glad that he had been the one to cause it.


(If you couldn't keep up, I used -in order-: Pure Needle, Peace Keeper, Creation, then Risen in that post. That is, not including miscellaneous absorption...not that you set a restriction on those.)

RPC Name: Eno Foi

Bloodline being applied for: Ghoul

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline:
Strengths:
Enhanced Durability
High Strength
Dark Energy Attacks

Weaknesses:
Low Speed
No Magic Spells
Has to eat to regain energy

RP Sample: (As Boodline Creator, I was told I do not have to.)

RPC Name: Zeke Lancet

Bloodline being applied for: Draconian

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: A draconians strengths come from its dragon ancestors. They have the ability to see through smoke and fog, and they also have they also have a hightened sense of hearing, which can be used to find food or track down an escaping foe. However, being a descendant of a dragon has its downsides as well. Being part dragon makes Draconians extreme hoarders and will generally do anything in their power to obtain anything that looks valuable. They are also very prone to being enchanted by Idols, as well as their decrease in mobility while in dragon form.

RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample):

Zeke stalked through the woods, following his foe. Far off into the distance, he could hear the snapping of twigs, and the faint sound of something he knew all too well - It was the sound of paniced breath. Zeke had been chasing a man who had attempted to slay him, and while his scales had procected him from serious injury, a steel club to the kneecap is enough to make anybody chase somebody down.

The man, who's name was Chase (go figure), was running by fiddling with something in his fingers. It was a moltov cocktail. He lit the damp rag with a match and threw it at the closest tree, which caught fire almost immediately and began spreading to the other plant and animal life in the woods. Smoke and fire filled the area. Lucky for Zeke, the smoke didn't do much of anything. Zeke could see right through it as clear as a cloudless day. Chase was running out of breath. his legs felt like jam. He knew he couldnt continue to run, especially when he looked back and saw Zeke sprinting at him, smoke blaring from his nostrils. chase dropped to his knees and pulled out a few small gold coins and one ruby.

On the verge of tears, he whipped around and offered them to Zeke. "P-p-please, leave me alone. I'm sorry!" Zeke slowed down and came to a halt infront of Chase. The coins and ruby glinted beautifuly. Zeke slowly reached for the items and stopped, glaring at Chase who looked like he was about to soil himself if he hadn't already. "You're lucky you had this, boy. Get out of my sight." He swiped the shinies from Chase's hand, who had no problem leaving as fast as he could. Zeke grinned lovingly at the items he had just gotten and turned around, walking back into the inferno behind him, disappearing in the sea of thick black smoke.

There was a couple moments of silence, ecapect for the crackling of the flames, before there was a large rumbleing sound, as if the Earth itself had belched. Trees went soaring as a massive black dragon erupted from the fire and soared off into the sky.