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 Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 1:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 2:07 pm
 Katsuro Tachibana ll-Lycan-ll-Adept-ll-Swordmaster-ll-Murakumo User-ll-Strength 11/12-ll-Speed 6/7-ll This world is dyed with the color of blood. Katsuro only nodded his head as he reached for his katana first, withdrawing it from it's sheath as he pointed the sword at her, the hilt close to his lower stomach, his feet spread a little while his left foot was a little ahead of his right. This place was also getting to him, the moon's light glaring down on the stage. He understood that their would be no killing in this match. But he still will give it his all. Seeing as this person already knew what Katsuro was, he guess that she was a Seer. Which means that he would have to try and put up a wall around his mind. he would have to rely on his brute strength and fast speed, his key is to get close as possible to his target and finish this with great enough blow for her to stay stay down. It will never be able to go back the way it was before
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 2:26 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 2:57 pm
(Crap, I have to go now, I won't even be on until tomorrow, going over a friend's house. *Sigh*
I'm sorry for leaving but first thing I get on tomorrow, I'll post here right away. sweatdrop )
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 3:28 pm
(It's cool. She's not moving much anyway.)
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 6:16 pm
Katsuro Tachibana ll-Lycan-ll-Adept-ll-Swordmaster-ll-Murakumo User-ll-Strength 11/12-ll-Speed 6/7-ll This world is dyed with the color of blood. Katsuro only smirked as the battle had finally started. Katsuro ran full force at the Seer, his speed pretty fast while he held his sword with his right hand. He needed to get closer to his target, but at the same time he couldn't get hit by her magic. Two five foot cubed chunks of earth was lifted from the ground and was thrown at the Seer, he didn't really care if it hit or not, but it was to provide some distractions for him to move closer. He moved closer to the Seer, his katana at the ready It will never be able to go back the way it was before (Sorry, been some time since I last RP fight in Axiom. sweatdrop ) (Earth & Stone Levitation used- two D rank skills. total energy-850)
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 6:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 6:53 pm
Katsuro Tachibana ll-Lycan-ll-Adept-ll-Swordmaster-ll-Murakumo User-ll-Strength 11/12-ll-Speed 6/7-ll This world is dyed with the color of blood. Katsuro smirked at the attack, a slab out rock shot up in front of Katsuro to block against the fire attack. The slab won't hold out much as Katsuro bended the earth to his will around him, forming an armor of earth onto his body, protecting him from most of her fire attacks. Katsuro then ran through the slab of Rock, kicking a chunk of earth right at Liliana but also running through the fire as well, parts of his rock armor was burned, but thanks to that, he didn't feel any damage to him. Still in mid air, so close to Liliana, Katsuro delivered a speedy downwards slash upon the Seer, his massive strength back up as blocking with her staff, depending what materials it is made out of, would cut through. It was reckless move he did, but no matter how reckless, he will obtain victory by all means. It will never be able to go back the way it was before (Tell me if you think this is too much, I'll gladly edit if I'm doing something wrong. sweatdrop ) (Skills used- Rock armor, Rock shield Total Energy- 775)
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 7:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 7:47 pm
Katsuro Tachibana ll-Lycan-ll-Adept-ll-Swordmaster-ll-Murakumo User-ll-Strength 11/12-ll-Speed 6/7-ll This world is dyed with the color of blood. Katsuro grin a little as this person was skilled, able to block his attack with ease, but now he would have to worry about the stream of fire coming at his way. Once more, another slab of earth rose from the ground to block the streaming fire, unlike the other, this one would definitely stand now Katsuro move quickly to his left side, rushing towards his target once more He could see that she was spinning her staff quite fast, knowing that he would have to disarm her someway, the idea quickly came to his mind as he sheath his katana quickly. "Murakumo, release!" He shouted out in that same echo, the flames surrounding himself and his sword, still running at the Seer with great speed. Once he got close to her, he preformed a very powerful upwards slash, arming for her staff, once it was either out of her hand or was cut into two because of his brute power, the next step was that he would then come down with a downwards C like slash, aiming to her left side with both of his hands on the hilt of the black broadsword. It will never be able to go back the way it was before (Skills used, Rock Shield, Full Commit. Total Energy- 700)
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 8:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 11:20 pm
(I'm not going to use the format right now.)
Katsuro saw the fire whip, quickly dodging to the left as Liliana gain yet more distance from him and her. Katsuro listen to what she said and only smirked, belive half of what she said. 'Don't make me laugh, You may be special, But I believe that there is no such thing as "Predicting the future" " Katsuro said, standing at his location as a way to think of a new plan to attack her. But something does seem quiet odd about her, countering his movement and keeping up with his own strength. It annoyed him as when he gets close to her, she only bounce back with her water. He had to think of a plan or he might never become a full fledge Lycan, the thought of it angers him even more.
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 4:18 am
  ♂★xx Vampire // Adept // Ninja // Unknown Potentialsxx★♂ x x x x x▃▃ ▃ ▃ xxxART THOUxxAFRAID TOxxBE THExxSAME x x x x x▃▃ ▃ ▃ xxxIN THINExxOWN ACTxxAND VALOUR x x x x x▃▃ ▃ ▃xxxAS THOUxxART INxxDESIRE?▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀
Out of all of the places that Alistair could have returned to, he chose the site of his death in his battle with Marishka. The Colosseum was a place of great distaste, it was a foul arena built for back alley gambling. Hardly a prestigious structure.But despite it's vulgarity, Fenrir had sent Alistair here to battle with one of his own kind. Thinking about it always pushed Alistair to his breaking point, it made his blood boil with anger. He served his murderer as a mindless zombie for several years, unable to even speak for himself. Or better yet, what Marishka didn't want to hear. The experience often made his mind flash back to that day, when he made the agreement in the first place. Voices began to echo into his head.
A familiar snarl echoed throughout his mind, sending a chill down his spine. Fenrir. 'Meditating is supposed to help you, not make you antsy. Tch, leave it to a vampire to turn a method of relaxing into a nightmare inducing activity. Whatever. Since you've finished learning all that you could, I have one last task for you.' Glancing up, Alistair merely replied obediently with a short yes to acknowledge the king's presence. Suddenly, Fenrir's muscles tensed as he called another Vampire out from the shadows. 'Marishka!' It was then that he first laid eyes on the beautiful Vampire Necromancer. As she approached the two of them, she remained silent, clutching her scythe ever so lightly. 'You're both going to go to the Colosseum... and fight to the death. The winner becomes the next Captain of Luimira and gets promoted to Expert rank. The winner also gets to rule by my side, the lower... well, the loser will be left for the wolves to eat.' The memory faded with an image of Fenrir's fanged grin.
Alistair found himself crouching in the middle of the arena, taking advantage of the fact the arena closed down for the rest of the night. It was in this very arena that he witnessed Marishka's scythe coming down to deliver the finishing strike. He had felt nothing, as she had promised him a painless death. It was the last act of kindness she did for the Vampire Ninja before releasing her hold on him, effectively freeing him from captivity before leaving. Though, on that last day before she left, she departed with the same words as she whispered to him before she delivered her final strike.
'The battle seemed to phase right through his mind, as though it was of little importance. Occasionally, he'd see a minion being destroyed by one of his fireballs, but neither side was able to inflict any damage on the other. It was only after Alistair ran out of energy that he finally halted in his attacks. Too tired to move on, his simply fell to his knees and watched Marishka approach him. To the audience, she spoke with menacing words. But to Alistair, her eyes glanced right into his as they delivered a powerful message. *I am sorry, brother. But even you know that our cover's must never be blown. They must never know of our shared bloodline, or we will both be pursued.* Her last message to him was the same that she spoke outloud. 'Do not fear, for I have plans for you beyond this Colosseum.' The last thing he saw was her scythe falling after being lifted into the air. Ending his life.
Even to this day, the royal line of Nocturne did not know of Marishka's relationship with Alistair. But in actuality, they were siblings. Raised separately and training in different areas of combat for a single purpose. To dethrone the king and put their family in charge. It was always common to hear of Luimira's catch phrase of 'only the strong survive', but that was only part of the true translation of the phrase. Originally written in latin, the language the Ancient Vampires used, it was supposed to read 'Anything it takes to survive.' It was understandable that the phrase became lost in translation, but the phrase was quickly adapted as his family's motto. It was a line his father whispered often to him while training. It stuck to him like glue, and influenced all he did from then on.
He often used that experience as an excuse to claim he hated royalty and lycans. In actuality, he did not hate either one of them. He envied those born noble and the ill feelings only came when they acted out of order. The situation with Emelia only arose after she kept shoving her royal ties into his face, and even used that to justify interrupting his mission. That situation couldn't be helped. Alistair didn't even hate lycans, nor did he really hate anyone. Upon meeting anyone, Alistair would only begin to dislike them or respect them due to their actions. Which was where Velox came into play. His ill views toward the Lycan came from his recurring usage of the word 'leech', even after Alistair began to refer to him as 'Lycan'. Then when he attacked Alistair, it only served as the tip of the iceberg. But even after all of that, he still found himself drawn to the lycan. There were things Alistair still had to learn from him, and until he learned them, he would have to treat the man respectfully even if the man did not reciprocate.
It wasn't until the point in time that Alistair allowed himself to truly grasp everything that happened to him. It served as fuel for a fire, one that he would not allow to be extinguished. "Anything it takes to survive... and thrive." After all, what was life if it held no meaning? He'd rise to power, one day. Whether he made friends along the way or not was of little to no importance. Alistair was strong, strong where others could only hope to be. His ambition served to inspire others on his journey to power. Sudden realization? More like confirmation. He then suddenly took off.
(Nindo, completed)
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 3:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 4:44 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:
 Feared
Exalted
Evil?  The demon followed his fellow fighter down bright and bustlig streets of luimira. Ebony claws pulled at the hem of Nocturno's hood, placing the soft and magically concealing cotton over the demon's face. His features were now obscured; moreso than Red's even. His tail was a telltale sign of his bloodline though, remaining ever wavering in the wake of the two dark beings. Indeed, they both were monsters to behold; perhaps he moreso than her. While she had come back to life from the grave, she was still human once. She still had a soul; or an undamned one at least. Greed knew he wasn't so lucky, and he accepted; no, embraced the fact that There was a specifically designated spot in the ninth circle of hell with his name on it. As they continued towards destination unknown and passed through throngs of random citizens, the demon grew ever more curious about where they were headed. Vermillion eyes picked out the coliseum long before he neared it. Greed was no stranger to the place. He had been a frequenter to it when the place was at it's most popular. Both in the stands; and on the killing floor. Of course he was not a gladiator; but the coliseum's old 'to the death' rule invigorated him. Since he was still alive, it was obvious the diabolus had never lost a fight in the arena. As they kicked through muddy slush underfoot, the demon would only chuckle at her words. "You... you think you can beat my a**? That's... cute, Red. Alright. Alright, i'll fight ya. I'm not gonna lie, i've always thought a fight against you would be pretty epic." The demon said idly. Onyx jacket and shirt were both shed, leaving the muscular demon bare chested in the cold nocturne wind. He was not showing off for Red here... no, he just didn't want to get his shirt torn up. Alex would probably kill him if he ruined his gift. After clothing was shed the demon's head slumped low, vermillion lanterns flicking shut. Barren tanned and corded arms hung limp at his sides, and It was almost as if somebody had hit the off switch on Greed's brain. What had happened wasn't too far from it, as the berserker was focused entirely upon clearing his mind of all thoughts and distractions. The constant thoughts lf his angel, the excitement of the up and coming showdown; all was forgotten momentarily. Energy pushed up and arched through his body, strengthening and augmenting muscles it whilst hardening the overall composition of his form at the same time. Greed had grown very adept at this task and within no time at all his head raised, ruby red irises snapping open as he looked expectantly at Red. "Well, whenever you're ready for your healthy dose of smackdown, just lemme know and i'll give it to ya." He said, the devious and cocky grin widening in challenge. Truthfully, he wasn't 100% sure he would beat Red, but that was half the thrill. Knowing that he was fighting an opponent that was good wnough to beat him just made his adrenaline rush even more. Out of any other opponent in Luimira, Red was probably the perfect match against his skill set. They had speed completely equal to each other, and what he had over her in brawn the woman made up for in a cunning and ruthless mindset. ((used: Steel form, Fighting spirit)) Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 900 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy." 
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