|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 5:31 pm
Rpc Name: Christian Alan Honors.
Nation: Fronta
Rank: Adept
Bloodline applied for: Draconian
What you know about the bloodline: Not too much, I know that they're called the ''cursed breed'' or something, and that they're strong, good at defense, and can transform into a Dragon.
They're lazy as ********... always tired. They also have the slowness to go with it.
They have a weak stomach..
They're strong, and have hard skin..
And they're loud.
k
Rp Sample:
Honestly, flying around being an idiot wasn't his thing. Flying around being an idiot, even as a giant dragon, wasn't his thing either. So he landed. On people. He crushed them, and as he did this, opened his mouth, and watched as they burned to ash under his shocking breath. As he did this, a formation of soldiers began to rush at him. To which he easily pushed them away, using Gust. As they were forced against the gates of the city, he once again opened his mouth, and obliterated them with his breath. And as it was, they were no more. But that was not all that contained this cities defenses; another group of soldiers came. But they weren't much of a challenge either; easily wiped away by his claws. ''Au revoir!''
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 10:45 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 11:09 pm
Um...need more info my friend. And you get permission to be adept?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 11:10 pm
yup
And lol, balls.
How much more sentences we talkin'.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 11:21 pm
Well description, weaknesses, strengths.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 11:28 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 1:18 am
Rpc Name: Azura Niall
Nation: Not decided, hoping for Yuran since no other option makes sense...or Kranila just because
Rank: None yet
Bloodline applied for: Draconian
What you know about the bloodline: I know the benefits are too few, and the drawbacks are too many. They have naturally tough skin and are naturally strong. They are always in dragon mode, sort of, meaning bloodline skills are half off. Another perk of being a draconian is in the name, you become a freakin' dragon with zero cost skills, at least after a good day of rest. That leads to a drawback, dragon's are easily tired and sleep most of the time. They are slow, loud, and heavy, meaning that being a ninja is out of their list of useable classes. Another weakness is their stomach, they may be heavily armored just by being born, but their stomachs are weak and can be their downfall in full dragon mode, even semi if they don't play their cards right.
Rp Sample: Azura rose with a loud roar, four puny people who dubbed themselves dragon slayers had disturbed her as soon as she woke up, she really wasn't in the mood. She moved her wings a bit and created a strong gust, blowing them all away. While she was moving her wings, why not give chase. She rose in to the air and her speed increased since she was no longer on the ground. They scrambled, trying to stick to their worthless plan, she would have rolled her eyes, but instead she completely crushed their ranger under an avalanche of mud, they'd suffocate and that'd be the end of them. She landed on the ground and slashed up their berserker, who tried to punch through her stell like scales. Since she landed, she moved at a slower pace and the knight slid under her and slashed at her stomach, all the while a mage was firing off spells at her face, she was too big a target to fight like this. Reverting back in to her human state, she crushed both their heads in with her immense strength, proving that being a draconian wasn't all bad.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 9:45 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 11:44 pm
Rpc Name: Erik Vanlen
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: N/A
Bloodline applied for: Incubus
What you know about the bloodline: Out of all the bloodlines, the Succumbus/Incubus have to be the most deadly while being extremely lustful, even on the field of battle. They are quick, but not as strong as other races. They are marked by their wings, tail, and master if they have one. They have a high amount of energy, for every rank, their energy is doubled, meaning a trainee would have around 700. They have the ability of flight and draconians, werewolves, and vampires can smell them before they make a move. The most prominent thing about them is their body, it is supposedly shaped to be unresistable, even though higher ranking foes will find it easier to resist their charms, but never completely.
Rp Sample:
Erik landed in the middle of the snow, rolling to his feet and dusting himself off. "Quite the landing,,," He said, looking at the cloaked figure in the distance, his master didn't like this person one bit, it was his job to kill them dead. The cloaked person moved forward at Erik, katana drawn, he easily evaded with his speed and kicked off their back in to the air. "You're not so tough are you, it's my turn then." Erik's claws lengthened and he stabbed the hooded figure through the stomach, missing the actual stomach by a few inches. He threw them in to the air, with difficulty considering he was a bit weak, and began constantly weaving back and forth with his fingernails until they both hit the ground, Erik with a smooth landing. He sliced the hooded figure's robe with his tail to reveal a girl, perfect chance for a fight. "Oh, you're a cuite, what's your name?" Erik asked lightly, looking in to her eyes, she seemed frozen in place, what a weakling. "So you don't talk much, let me introduce myself then..." Erik knealt down beside her and smile, breathing on her neck, she'd cost him a lot of energy getting here. "My name is...Erik."
Reparations obviously had to be payed with her own energy, he felt revived as he drained her through a bite in the neck. She should have regained her senses by now, Erik mentally shrugged. He stood up and wiped his mouth, this battle was just getting started. Erik, being playful, decided to let the girl get a hold of herself before they continued, he figured out now, the sword was a ruse, she was a berserker. He figured this out when his fist collided with hers midflight, a hit like that doesn't come from your everyday blade user. Erik flipped in to the air and wrapped her leg up with a whip made of his element, he pulled her close and slashed her face with his tail once more. "What a waste of a beautiful body, but a mission is a mission, don't take this the wrong way." They fought in snow, why not make this fight end. Erik gathered up energy in his hand and froze his arget for the moment, he then kicked the ice that formed at full force and raised the target to their feet. He narrowed his eyes, this had gone to easily, with minimal damage to him, well one broken arm was not bad at least. Erik began draining her energy in a more...advanced way, seeing as she lasted with only a stunned look, Erik stopped for a second. "So you're not human then, hmph." He smiled and remembered his master's warm smile, despite being in a frozen wilderness. "Don't worry, this will be over fast." He said, a devilish smile gracing his lips.
[[urk, trust me, thinking of something for a sample was the toughest thing every, I've never done "not" combat before]]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 10:17 am
Approved... I think? From what I remember about the succubus bloodline, you seem to have gotten most of the major points.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 8:32 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 8:33 pm
Fall: Oh, sorry, didn't notice yours sweatdrop . It looks good to me 3nodding . Approved.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 8:34 pm
lol fenrir
I was about to assault you for a sec
thanks guys
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 6:01 pm
Rpc Name: Codname: Robin
Nation: Rogue
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Anima
What you know about the bloodline: They are natural born fighters, until they are Adept they can't control their lust for battle. They can only wield one weapon, which is their Exodus. They had less energy than the other classes, by twenty percent, and they are more suceptible to elemental attacks. The most important thing though, if the core of their exodus is shattered, then they die.
Rp Sample:
Fenrir, the brute King of Nocturne, had been fighting off a massive army with his soldiers for the past several days. The King had deemed Aramil a threat, and it was time to wipe it out. Unfortunatly for Fenrir, Aramil's resistance was greater than expected, and it seems the battle was now at a standstill. Fenrir has simply had enough of the fighting, and wants to put an end to it, not for himself but for his troops who have been fighting so hard. Fenrir decided to send his newly aquired soldier...a rogue that, against Fenrir's insticts, he decided to give safe haven to. It was time for that rogue to repay the favor. "Robin..." he stated simply as a ghostly apparition appeared from the shadows behind him. The apparition materialized from the darkness beyond, as if from another world, and as she took a step forward, she bowed humbly to him. "Yes...my King," she asked simply, almost in a low whisper. "End this war..." he commanded, and with that Robin dissapeared back into the shadows.
Robin had infiltrated the enemy line. Being alone, it was rather simple to do so. To end this war, Robin was going to hit their supply depot. Without it, the enemy soldier will have lost their food supply, and of cours give up without a fight. As the ghostly apparition approached the depot in the dead of night, there was a single guard standing in front of it, gaurding it. Robin now had two options, she could silently kill the guard, or she could sneak behind him and enter through the window. Unfortunatly, Robin's nature was demanding a fight. Unable to control it, Robin stepped into the light, in the sight of the soldier. The soldier gasped as he unsheathed his lance and bore it down upon her, aiming to ram it through her feeble body.
The guard dashed at her using impressive speed, lunging his lance at Robin. Robin stepped to the right, the lance piercing through her cloak as Robin rolled forward to get behind him. The cloak was now off her, revealing her bright and golden blonde hair. As she turned around, Robin unsheathed her Exodus, a demon katana that was as much a part of Robin as her heart was. With a single flick of her blade, Robin slashed through his back, a gash of blood exploding off him as it splattered unto the ground. The guard twitched as he fell, Robin now stepping over to him as she pointed the tip of her Exodus at him. The guard began to crawl away, crying for help, but none came. With a single blow, Robin thrust her blade into his heart, the Exodus shining demonically as she began seeping away and eating at his soul.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
