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 Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 8:33 pm
Rpc Name:
Boverk
Level:
1 level
Style applied for:
5 Deadly Vemons
What you know about the style:
This is animal like style, most moves are named after or act like animals. Focusing mostly on posions. Going though this makes the User able to use poison as their weapons. Later Stages make you immune to most poisons and can turn the User into an untraceable assiassan.
Rp Sample:
Oh how his arms burned, days on end of nothing but poison and toxions burning away his flesh sometimes it felt like his bone. Boverk knew the pain back then was for good reason... because now the Viper could be unstoppable. Years of killing made going after the Red Suns an easy task, go in kill everything and get it out. Rumors had said that the warehouse off campus was a spot where the last group of them were seen so lucky this was his target today. Boverk scans the building looking at anything that could be used to escape or be a danger. Entering the building gave boverk a chill up his spine, something about the building was not right. His footsteps echoed as he went deeper into the building he could hear the door slam shut behind him. Looking behind him he could see a group pf men coming out of the shadows and behind boxes. Gripping his hat by the rim he smiles darkly motioning them all to come get him with his left hand. The first man to the left lunges at him with his right fist coming towards his face. Leaning his body back the man passes by him rather quickly. Smiling Boverk's hands cover in an acid like ki and sends his hands cutting into the skin of the man putting the acid in the man's body. [Centipede Bite] His friends rushed at him all at once only making Boverk laugh to himself. Bending his knees he launches himself into the air and grabs on to the rails above him. [Toad Leap]Watching them from above they seemed to be confused about the man he struck was screaming just from a small cut. Flicking his wrists small threads of ki fall from his fingers dripping across the railing.[Spider Webs] Boverk run across the railing intil he is over one of the men and flings his threads down on him. The threads wrap around his face and limbs sending him flying up to Boverk. Boverk looked at the man now slowly opening one eye he sends his fist into temple at lighting fast speeds[Centipede Fist]. The strike had knocked him out, releasing the threads he drops the man to the ground most likely breaking some form of bones. Thinking about how this would be a bit more difficult he would need to be quiet of the last two. The two remaining search the ceiling above them searching for Boverk only did they know that he had moved on and was watching from the right corner. Ki going around his body he starts to drop down in complete quiet[Spider Hide], removing his knives he sprints towards them. As he moves from behind them and the look towards him they found a knife in both their necks. Blood spread all over as he slashed the blades out going all over his face. Sheathing them back he smiles and starts smell the fresh blood... oh yes he missed it so
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 8:34 pm
Fenrir Graveheart haseo: I would've liked to have seen more 4 Winds skills being used in your sample, but I guess it'll do. Approved. there you are
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 8:49 pm
Rpc Name: Jack Wilder Level: 1 Style applied for: Kinetic Weaponry What you know about the style: Makes weapons out of ki, perma-changes ki color to green or pink, and a few support skills + a bad a** weapon at the higher stages. All weapons made of ki basically vanish Rp Sample: Jack sat out in the middle of the coliseum and stretched his arms as he waited for his opponent. He'd signed up for some tournament for mid-level students, thinking it'd be a good way to test the skills he'd acquired after mastering stage 3 of the Kinetic Weaponry style. His opponent finally walked in, a girl named Annie he'd never seen around campus, nor was she someone he'd ever heard of before the tournament. As soon as the Judge/Teacher declared, "Fight!" The girl almost instantly rushed towards Jack, and unleash a series of fiery discharges from her fists. Jack retaliated by whipping out two handfuls of pink shuriken, which sliced through the fireballs and headed towards Annie. She jumped backwards just in time as they faded away, though Jack was well aware of their lack of distance and was already charging forward while clapping his hands together and forming a simple short-bow and three arrows. He let them lose in a tight spray with the bow on a slight angle, while practically 5 feet away from Annie. Annie barely managed to roll away from the majority of the barrage, though an arrow caught her thigh. Jack continued is assault as the girl tried to right herself, though she was obviously in pain as blood leaked out of her now open wound, as the arrow had vanished already. Once in range, Jack shot out a punishing uppercut which was combined with a kinetic shield, which launched Annie airborne. While she was still in mid-air, Jack dematerialized the shield and conjured up a staff, then jumped after her and slammed one end into Annie's gut, crushing her into the ground. Jack landed and let the staff drop from his hands and fizzle out of existence. "Are we done yet?" Jack asked the Judge, who nodded and whistled for a medical team, as Annie wasn't moving, and obviously wasn't able to continue on with the fight.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 10:36 pm
I'd like to see more information about what you know about the style, and better grammar in your rp sample before I approve this.
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 1:28 pm
Fenrir Graveheart I'd like to see more information about what you know about the style, and better grammar in your rp sample before I approve this. done
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 8:52 pm
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 2:49 am
Rpc Name: Karisutaru Minamino Level: Level 1 Style applied for: Kenetic Weaponry What you know about the style: This style allows the user to produce weapons with the ki energy that flows through their bodies. Depending on what stage or level you are on depends on how deadly or strong the weapon will be. Better used for short range combat than long range due to the fact that the energy won’t survive long away from the user body. Parts of the training for these techniques will take place in a dream state. This style seems to also turn a person ki energy color to either green or purple depending on the person. Rp Sample: There was no one around for miles, only Karisutaru. Sitting in the middle of a clearing she meditated, trying to better help her flow of ki in her body before continuing with her training. Around her were several different types of training equipment. Sender blocks, straw dummies, and targets that were hung from the trees around her. The whole point of being up here was to test her new abilities. She had already been through the visualizing and meditation steps of the training. All that was needed now was to test the distance and maneuverability of the energy and weapons themselves. Kari first moved towards the sender blocks to start with. Concentrating the energy into her fingertips and nails the purple energy extended to at least 2 inches above her fingertips. She held her fingers together and raised the hand above her head. Moving it in a quick down motion she sliced through the sender block with ease. Smiling it was time to try out the dagger. Concentrating again she clenched one fist and visualized a 1 foot dagger. Once it had materialized she spun the dark purple weapon in her palm to check the weight and balance to make sure it was correct in her standards. Once she was satisfied she moved over to the straw dummies. Moving into a crouching stance she made quick jabbing motion. ”Hyah!” One last stab to the head and it was it for that one as well. Now came her last test for herself, the hatchet. She was never very partial to using axes and such as weapons but this would be a good experiment for how much distance she needed for throwing a weapon. She approached a tree nearby, clutching her hand once again the hatchet formed. She stood about 15 feet from the tree and threw the first ax. It fell 6 or 7 feet shy of the tree. Getting to 10 feet difference the hatchet barely made it before disappear once it penetrated the first layer of bark. ”Seems I’ll have to work on the distance control if I can.”Exhausted from all of the energy she had used to make the weapons she finally packed her supplies up and headed back to the campus. Looking back she smiled at the damage she had caused to the equipment. She would be back to clean everything up another day.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 1:45 pm
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 1:48 pm
Yay! xD Now I have one question. Do we makeup the side effects or does it say somewhere what they are?
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 1:48 pm
Chris_Amaru Yay! xD Now I have one question. Do we makeup the side effects or does it say somewhere what they are? You just make them up. The side effects can be anything really, so just have fun with it.
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 1:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 5:42 pm
Rpc Name: Vanae Holmes
Level: One
Style applied for: Four winds
What you know about the style: Stage one of four winds is mastering the basic of air manipulation: The North, South, East, and West Winds. Training and/or meditation takes place in high altitudes, a mountain, maybe, for example. To learn how to control the winds, one must appreciate the beauty of it, as well as the astounding power that could come along with it. In shorter words, they need to appreciate it and "feel" it.
Rp Sample: "That's a foul!" A voice rang from the crowd, as if there was a referee around to correct the matter. A young girl, about eighteen, was crammed against a wall, being crushed into the brick surface by a bulky man. Blood dripped from various places on the girl, as well as bruises covering practically covering every inch of skin. She gasped for breath, trying to escape the man's deathly grip. It was no easy task, but being small came in handy.. if she wasn't pinned against the wall completely, it would.
Using all the strength she could muster, Vanae shot her legs into the man's gut, causing him to double over, not by much, but enough to loosen his grip. Her pale face slowly regained color as oxygen presented itself in her lungs once more, and she took the advantage to duck around him and climb onto her opponent. It didn't take long for the professional wrestler to recover, though, and he made an attempt at grabbing her wrists to throw her over him. It worked, halfway, up until the point that she swung around and kicked him square in the spine.
Slowly, hit by hit, both got weaker, and the odds were in neither's favor. No one in the crowd dared stepped in, fearing they'd get pummeled all too easily. By now, it was anyone's game. In the nick of time, a memory shot through the girl's scattered mind. 'Play dead.' Those two words were part of a quite confusing lesson that a dear friend had taught her. Though, through many do-overs, the technique was understood. Give the enemy reason to think that they've won, wait a moment, then strike.
And so, silently praying, the teenager took that into action, allowing her near-broken body to fall limp, collapsing. Just as expected, her prideful opponent smirked, pumped his fists into the air, and victoriously declared himself the winner. After about two minutes of a "celebration," Vanae shot back to life, grabbing the man's ankles and tripping him to the ground, sitting on top of him. She hit him in the neck roughly, just enough to knock him out. Vanae let out the breath she hadn't been aware of holding, and relaxed as the crowd half-cheered, half-cowered.
And then, she waited for the man to wake up. She was leaving this hell hole called an arena. Forever.
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 1:33 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:25 am
Rpc Name: Gisela Andinov
Level: 1
Style applied for: Carbon Death
What you know about the style: This style requires more physical strength and meditation in order to master it. Carbon within the body is transformed into an armor and/or weapon. It is a close quarter combat style, having no projectiles and only armor and bladed weapons. The carbon would be their main defense, so the user should be comfortable with being continuously on the offensive and have high stamina. There are cool down periods for each skill used, but halved once stage 5 is reached. So, in other words, this is the style a tank would use!
Rp Sample:
"You! Come here," Gisela called to the man while offering a forced smile. "I hear you like the kiddies," she proclaimed, her Russian coating her words thickly. "What?! No, you have the wrong person, sorry." He pivoted and continued on his way, hoping to deceive the woman. "We have pictures, you b*****d. And you've been busy," she called, starting to walk and catch up with him. The man a twisted pervert, Gisela reserved her strength for more worthy adversaries. Her hand clasped onto his shoulder, spinning him around. As he swung a fist wildly at her, she swiveled to the side and used the flow to aim a blow at his kidney. Striking hard, the man stumbled forward and gasped in surprise at the pain. Recovering quickly and rocking back to backhand Gisela, he put all the force he could muster into the swing.
Falling backwards, Gisela wiped blood from her busted lip with the back of her hand. Looking at the dark red smear, she laughed half-heartedly ”Oh, you’re going to wish you hadn’t,” she muttered under her breath as gave her opponent a half-crazed glare. "No one ever comes peacefully." The man began to step forward and attack once more, but was stopped in an instant.
A bright flash caused the man to wince and recoil. Before he could regain his composure, Gisela had swung her left leg in order to trip the offender. The man now on his back, she instantly turned her body, her arm following suit. Through the momentum, her fingers sprouted claws aimed for his throat. The man's forearms deflected the attack as he shuffled backwards and away to rise. They both glowered at each other, calculating and summing up one another. Ela cackled, staggering up to a stand. Black spikes sprouted from her shoulders as she began to charge the pervert, her legs pushing her forward. Her shoulder landed hard in his gut, the carbon stabbing through his abdomen. The spikes disintegrated as she curled up, an armored fist hooking up to the man’s jaw. A loud click sounded, his teeth clashing together as he collapsed backwards once more.
Standing over the man, Gisela smirked. ”I have eyes everywhere. If I hear about you touching little girls again, I’ll pay another personal visit and aim a little lower.” Her blackened fist rained down on his face, the man blacking out in an instant. "Someone get this man a doctor," he would hear in a distant somewhere.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:31 am
The Captain has taken a few days leave, so I will be assuming some of his responsibilities. Though I don't see why he would, Fenrir can overturn this decision at any time... Your request has been approved Faye Moss...and might I say, good RP sample. Welcome to the guild by the way. biggrin
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