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 Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 9:36 pm
Rpc Name: (Particular emphasis to the airquotes) "Doctor" Christian Lennox
Level: 1
Style applied for: The Fate's Thread
What you know about the style: Walter Dornez. Enough said.
But seriously: What do I know of the style? Well, when I first heard of this whole RP, I wanted to fight with wires. Lo and behold, such a thing is absolutely possible! Even better, the example picture is of Walter, who was of course both the inspiration for this style and flashiest practitioner. It goes without saying that this style is NOT for someone who would even for a moment consider that 2 + 2 = Potato. Intelligence, Slyness, Cleverness, and Strategy are all necessary to "properly" use this style. I emphasize "properly" because the user is at as much risk as the opponents particularly in the further stages. One mis-flick of a finger with sharpened and compressed ki, and one could sever their own fingers in short order. Likewise, it is the clever practitioner who pays the most attention to his environs, and knows how and when to utilize his talent. It also goes without saying that due to the initially fragile and delicate nature of the ability, one has to be very aware of the thread's limits while also managing the constant ki costs of maintaining length and density. A lack of focus or proper management will leave the careless practitioner ki-less, exhausted, and most likely: dead. That being said some truly impressive things are possible with this style: particularly thin strands are difficult to see, allowing for the creation of on the spot 'traps' or in a darker area the illusion of telekinesis. The possible infiltration uses (ala Sticky Thread/Thread Climber) are myriad and an aspiring silent killer would do well for the quick slitting of throats with razor wire or strangulation from a distance without a murder weapon to be found. Again though is the necessity to mind the mounting and cascading ki-costs of this ability. It is one to be used sparingly, but oh-so-effectively.
Also the possibility to pretend to be Spider Man is there. Climbing up walls? Swinging on distinctly visible sticky "ropes" so long as ki is available? Let's face it. That sh*t is awesome and would fulfill so many childhood fantasies.
Rp Sample:
Ow. One word: two letters, and the biggest understatement of the undeniable and just-short-of-agonizing pain that was building at the base of Lennox's skull. And yet, that was the single word that escaped his lips - along admittedly with a few drops of blood - in response to the decidedly forceful and unnecessary application of a steel-toed boot to the so-called "Doctor"'s head. The boot's owner however took a measure of delight in the Englishman's admission of pain - enough to reach down and grab the man by the lapels and heft him up so they could see eye to eye. Lennox's typically sharper green orbs were uncharacteristically unfocused but eventually locked onto the ruddy auburn of his assailant. It was a large man - mostly muscle, though it was obvious that he enjoyed either pies in excess or was the reigning Oktoberfest champion due to the fair amount of gut that was so very out of place given just how much his arms bulged - oh dear god they were actually rippling. He had dark skin and a darker beard, and his breath smelt of alcohol - lending credence to the Oktoberfest or at least the Palestinian equivalent theory - and was dressed appropriately for the situation: dark, dark, and more 'oh hey let's beat someone to death in a dark room' themed regalia.
The larger man was starting in on something in Arabic. Lennox would have paid attention if he weren't of course trying to dismiss the stars dancing in front of his eyes and that pulsing pain caused by the growing lump on his head. However, his clarity and comfort were a secondary objective. The first was bobbing his head to pretend that he was listening to the whole "This is what happens to traitors" and "I will crush your Western bones" and "blah blah blah machismo" tirades. As he did, he put up minimal struggle to make sure that his assailant's arms were firmly on the "Doctor's" head and neck, allowing the slimmer man to let his arms hang limp. This was when the fun began. From the tips of his fingers, without any fanfare or dramatic show, the faint blue threads began to snake out - quickly compressed to be both stronger and more subtle as they wound - each oh so fluidly up to lay gently in a mesh across the hefty chap's back. It was a lovely little web that formed a lovely little grid JUST in time for the t**t to say something along the lines of, "..but now I have you."
Clearly the gods of melodrama were on Lennox's side as he blinked his eyes once - twice - then three times to focus while clearing his throat. He was quiet - no need to be loud due to the imminent racket, but quite clear and confident (if a bit dry), "Really? 'Now I have you'? Were you trying to invoke Murphy's Law, because it worked." And with one twitch of his lovely little fingers, the lovely little wires that made up the lovely little web were dragged quickly and sharply out turning that lovely little grid on the man's back into a a lovely little bloody mess as the lovely little threads brought lovely little chunks of flesh with them. Needless to say the bravado was gone and dropped - along with Lennox - as the man screamed and stumbled backwards . He arched his bloody back and grasped at it, flailing somewhat, only catching a glimpse of his 'prey' standing up and dusting off his slacks and shirt - the wires broadening somewhat: granted they lost tensile strength, but a little bit of showmanship did wonders to destroy morale. The slim Englishman was...well...now less of a target and more of a monster. His wry little grin did not help the situation. So, the bloodied Palestinian turned to try and run.
That was a mistake. Lennox flicked his left wrist forward while focusing the wires of that hand to be less barbaric and more...well, there's no real way to make 'sticky' sound good now is there? They shot forward deceptively quickly, wrapping around the feet of the fleeing man and throwing him off balance, sending him sprawling forward and onto his stomach. Lennox could not resist the urge to put on his best American western accent, sounding surprisingly like John Wayne...maybe an octave higher perhaps. "Whooa doggy! Now where d'you think you're going, pardner?" In true wrangler fashion, the slim man began to drag his 'lassoed' former-assailant-turned-victim back toward him, inch by inch even as the big man screamed and scrabbled to no avail.
When he was close enough, Lennox delivered a quick kick to the gent's ample sides, and turned him over with a few more kicks that probably should have been shoves until he planted one well-worn loafer down on the man's chest, some small bit of him relishing the fear and shock and disbelief in the man's eyes. He had at least stopped screaming - though this was offset by the dark(er) spot on the man's slacks. To be expected really. But the so-called "Doctor" leaned down, those green orbs of his now very, very sharp and still locked with his opponents. When he spoke again, the horrid impersonation was dropped. "By the way, probably should have mentioned I picked up a trick or two. So. Well. ...Sucks to be you? Sorry I'm really awful at last words. I mean, I'm going to kill you, and I'll probably think of THE cool thing to say in the shower later, but well, it goes without saying that the moment would have passed. So...right. Cheers."
While the threads of his left hand stuck and wound around the man's legs, the right had been up to something far more sinister. They had lengthened fully but withdrawn to an extent - wrapping a tightly-knit glove of sorts around the Englishman's hand which had long since balled into a fist. While they were thinner, there was no denying their color as his fist almost appeared to glow that sort of iridescent blue. Normally blue is a color of peace, of joy, of the sky and the ocean and robins eggs and other Hallmark-card-endorsed things. But to the poor chap with the ruined back and the beer-gut, there was nothing soothing about it now.
Lennox drove his fist down. It wasn't a particularly hard punch. If anything, it was more of playful 'tap' to the man's forehead. However, the second of impact, the threads exploded outward - lashing out, revealing Lennox's hand and wrapping sharply around the bearded man's head. It held for a single moment - a heartbeat - long enough for the man to think a final thought of his life (but really who knows?) before the threads compressed. There was a sharp CRUNCH as the entire skull was crushed - the gooey awful nasty ESRB-covered bits can go without description, but let it be known that there were plenty of gooey awful nasty ESRB-covered bits.
The deed done, Lennox stood tall and let out a heavy sigh - letting his threads diminish. The whole endeavor had taken place under a minute - but still, the man had screamed some and was now..well..oozing all over the place. It was a very good idea for the Englishman to tuck his hands into his pockets, start whistling a merry tune, and start walking out of the alley as if nothing had happened. His hands were clean, his lip was a touch bloody, and there was a goosebump on the back of his head, but he was otherwise fine! He took a deep breath of (arguably) fresh air as he put distance between the corpse and himself, before he stopped, wide eyed and stunned.
"...Now *I* have *YOU!* Dammit! That would have been bloody perfect! Son of a....damn it...I KNEW this was going to happen. God...I mean, is it SO much to ask that inspiration for banter strikes when you need it?" He gave a quick huff, and his shoulders slumped, but he started on his way once again.
(Abilities used: Sewing Through Life (S) / Thread Shot (B) / Thread Barbs (C) / Thread Strengthen (C variant) / Sticky Thread (D) and of course Thread Manipulation (E) and Projection (D) )
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 4:48 am
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 4:39 am
Rpc Name: Tessandra ((Tess, Tessie, or Tessa, please; she doesn't like being called 'Tessandra')) Grey-Strider
Level: 1
Style applied for: Kinetic Weaponry
What you know about the style: The style utilizes the user's ki by taking shape of the weapon that comes to the user's mind; the stronger the weapon and the longer range it has, the more experienced the user will have to be in order to materialize it with their ki. The ki weapon will lose its' edge ((both in the literal and metaphorical sense)) if it leaves the user's touch for long, because the user will no longer be supplying ki into the weapon. This style is more focused on close-ranged fighting, but the ki can also be applied to existing, long-ranged weapons.
Rp Sample:
Everything was relatively quiet, save for the sound of her breathing and the bubbling of an imaginary stream in a concrete room of pure white light. Though she was a Kinetic Weapons user, it didn't mean meditating was a complete waste of time. It allowed her to focus her thoughts, gather them all up and sort them out before they cluttered up her thinking pan and distracted her, as most things often did. Besides, meditation was part of the process too. It helped her focus on the dream where her weapons appeared and allowed her to recreate both it and the dream itself.
Breathe in.
It was difficult to focus when a lot of things were on her mind, which they often were, and most of it circled around her step-brother. She may have been younger than him and he was already a mature aloof individual in the first place, but she couldn't help but worry about him sometimes. Ever since they had injected themselves with the gene- no, possibly even before that, Vanitas had given her the vibe of someone troubled. Someone who needed another person' company; they just didn't know how to ask for it.
Breathe out.
Tess upturned one of her palms, hand resting on her knee, her legs crossed, while she kept the other palm ((her left one, since she was left-handed)) down and closed her fist over thin air loosely. Remembering dreams was usually the difficult part, but she had gotten it down; it was a nightmare that she would repeatedly have over and over again, every night, always the same thing. It was the night her mother and step-father died, the night her step-brother protected her and had been the one to receive the scars that were meant for her. The event would replay itself in her mind, again and again, and again, and she would wake up with a scream at the tip of her tongue.
Breathe in again.
But the latest one was different. She had taken a stand and Vanitas didn't have to get hurt because suddenly, in her hand, was a sword; a katana, something one of her best friends would have loved because he loved katanas. Instead of her step-brother getting hurt, it was the monster of a brute that had stormed in ((and in each dream he would become uglier and stronger, but she had one on him in this one)), and last night had been the only night she had ever woken up without a wail of despair clogging her throat, making it hard to breathe first thing in the morning. Tess imagined the weapon, all sharp edges and slim handle and gleaming silver and black metal.
Exhale.
Tess opened her eyes, and in that brief moment, she found herself looking at an almost perfect replica of the katana, made of pure, green, glowing ki energy, the handle worn and smooth beneath her fingertips; before the ki-weapon shattered into a million little glittering particles and dissipating. A sigh bubbled past her lips. It was too early for her to form and hold any stage 3 weapons, she supposed, but it was worth a shot. At least her tentative, half-step forward was still a half-step forward and not two complete steps back.
And back to the breathing exercises we go.
Rpc Name: Vanitas Strider-Grey
Level: 1
Style applied for: Mr. Hyde
What you know about the style: The Gene-X for this style was fused with a gene in the human body that was responsible for SPD. This style is a style that utilizes the strength and instinct of the other 'personality'. Though it is one of the strongest, it is also one of the most dangerous. If the 'Hyde' personality takes over the host, the user will be unable to go back to the 'Jekyll' personality.
Rp Sample:
A fist flew into the drywall at lightning speed, punching it clean through and causing a displeasing bolt of dull pain to crackle through Vanitas's forearm. Not enough. The pain wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to distract him from the dull drumming in the back of his head, the mad cackling of his other self that was as persistent as he was annoying. He probably shouldn't have taken that gene-X; hell, he shouldn't have applied in the first place. But oh, the power it gave him. Truth be told it was power that belonged to the other self, originating from a deep, dark recess in the corners of his mind that he would never have even though about touching. But Vanitas was able to tap into that power and it was too good; to be able to crush anything with just his bare hands, that just felt too good.
His muscles ached from the bashing he had just gone through ((mostly self inflicted, through training with dummies by himself)), and he still wasn't quite used to working with his 'Hyde' form yet.
He was going to make Tessie worry again.
The thought of his step-sister brought some peace of mind, lowering the volume of the other asshat now stuck in his head, even if only briefly. Tess was the only reason he chose to apply for the gene-X even if she didn't know it ((but of course she did, she knew everything and she still never judged him for it)). He had to protect her somehow. She was all he had left. They weren't related by blood but they were still family, and that's what counted.
'Surprise mother****er.'
Vanitas swore aloud and punched another wall partly out of sheer frustration, partly because he wasn't the one controlling his body. Oh, how he wanted to just tell the voice exactly where to just shove all his stupid antics and swear words, but they were one and the same person and he would not be comfortable with where they would be going.
'You're so out of it today, bro. Do you want me to mother****ing take over or something? That would make everything a hell lot easier, mother****er.'
"Shut up, you're on cool down."
'Keep your mother****ing head in the game, Vanbro, or it won't be yours to keep for longer, hehehe.'
What was worse was that his other self ((Vanitas would forever refuse to call him by his chosen name, Makara)) sounded so at ease and chill ((possibly even stoned)), and it was all over his slow, deliberate, drawl, littered with profanities, that he knew that he would end up winning one way or another. But Vanitas would keep his cool. Maybe he should take up Tess's advice on meditation. Speaking of his step-sister, he hadn't seen her in a while, maybe he should do that. Pure, mad irritation seeped through his steps. Makara seemed to want to continue their battling; it was, after all, when Vanitas had his guard down more than usual, as he would have to step into his own mind, putting up guards and attacking Makara mentally as much as he could. An angry Makara was not a very nice Makara, even lacking his initial bite, but Vanitas was sick of seeing his face already. Vanitas had subdued him for today, but it was only for today.
No negative emotions, no negative emotions.
By the time Vanitas left the practice room, there was another hole the size of his fist and he had a splitting headache.
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 4:24 pm
Hunter: Approved, on both accounts.
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 1:13 pm
Rpc Name: Victoria Ayumi [In the making]
Level: 1
Style applied for: Hell's Grasp
What you know about the style: Revolves around fire, the fire within a users body which some may refer to as that persons Inner Will [Will power] you draw it out and let it flow throughout your body. By combining the person's inner ki with the flame and skin instinctively stops the fire from harming the user. /b]
Rp Sample: (at least 2 paragraphs of at least 10 lines using said style)
Will finish later~
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 8:01 am
Rpc Name: Mina Monteiro
Level: 1
Style applied for: Five Deadly Venoms
What you know about the style: The five deadly venoms is personifying the deadly traits of a poisonous snake, among other venomous creatures, into a lethal martial art. In order to master the technique on others, you must first be the victim of the various poisons in order to build a resistance to them.
Rp Sample:
Training with a grandmaster was always easy in Mina's personal opinion. Her grandfather had taught her the basics of a fighting style that wasn't that difficult to learn, but it had not prepared her for the training of the Five Deadly Venoms. Her teacher was ruthless and she had already been injected with multiple poisons, to test her body's resilience to them. Although it was beneficial to mastering the martial art, it was a pain in the a**. Mina began to feel her strength returning, easing to her feet slowly.
'Oh, you've finally decided to rise, eh?' The Venomous master stated coldly as he walked over to the struggling Mina. With a raise of his leg, he brought it back down with deadly force.
Mina instinctively side flipped away from the attack. The sound the man's foot smashing through the wooden floor signaled that she had successfully avoided the attack. It was time to show off what she could do with this new power. The poisons seemed to be giving her strength now, after what felt like it was sapping her strength. Mina relaxed her muscles, and joints, preparing herself to attack. The acrobat did a series of quick flips towards her Master. As she neared him, he struck outwards with dual punch. Mina ducked as she came off her flip and swung her leg upwards, over her head and straight into his stomach. "Lizard Lash!" Mina stated matter-of-factly. She wasn't gonna give him time to breathe, and the lizard lash technique gave her free rain to do so. In a ballerina-esque formation, Mina twirled towards the Venom Master, as she neared him she swung her right leg like a whip to his face. It struck the man hard across the head sending him flying. Leaping into the air, Mina tucked her body into a ball, rolling through the air towards the master who was now recovering. She landed about two feet from him with a graceful thud.
'You learn quickly my dear. But don't get too cocky!' The Master darted towards her with the same lethal speed and began swing his limbs at her using the lizard lash technique. He almost got her as his left fist came flying at her, but a well timed backflip saved her from the attack. His speed was overwhelming her and she needed to utilize the same amount of speed to keep up.
"Lizard rush." Mina leaped up and over of the Venom Master, before making a mad dash towards his open backside. Her palms were extended like knives as she reached the Master. Her cerulean blue Ki surged over her hands as she made her attack."Centipede Strike!" A rapid flurry of needle strikes towards the Master's back made contact, the deadly Ki energy seeping in with every successful strike. The Master twirled around, striking Mina across the face just before she delivered a killing blow.
'Impressive. Your more than ready for the power of the Five Deadly Venoms.' The Master bowed gently to Mina as she rose to her feet.
"Thank you, but I did have a great teacher." The girl said with a playful wink before bowing.
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 9:50 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 6:57 pm
Rpc Name: Jackson "Flash" Reeves
Level: 1
Style applied for: inner storm
What you know about the style: The electricity is created when you meditate and purify your ki. If you don't meditate and purify your ki, you lose electrical powers at low levels, and have severely weakened electrical powers at a higher rank.
Rp Sample: Flash sighed slightly as he stared down the muscular fighter in front of him, rolling back his black and white checkered flannel sleeves as he did so. The man could hit hard, there was no doubt about that. You could tell just by looking at him. That, combined with the fact that he was a carbon death user probably meant that he was more of a close range fighter. That really does suck for him, because Flash was going to rip him to pieces from far away. "Ready? Fight!" The fight referree called out. The taller, muscular man wasted no time at all. Flash watched with fascination as the man's arms became encased with claws. "Huh, so you're a kitty with claws? That's cute." He said with a small sneer, attempting to provoke the man. It worked, and flash got ready to do business. Quickly, the black haired boy charged his ki into electricity and slammed his fist into the ground. He looked up and smiled as the man was electrocuted by the energy that he just shot into the ground. He then charged electricity into his hands and shot a beam of lightning at his target, who was surprisingly faster than he looked. He jumped over the lightning beam and flipped over Flash, swinging his claws and causing huge rends in Flash's back as he did so. Flash roared in pain before he turned around and was met by the man attempting to tackle him. Flash quickly charged positive and negative electricity into his hands opposite each other, and grabbed both sides of his opponent. He then sent the electrocity ito his opponent, and cracks could be heard as the energy interacted and broke his ribs. Flash's opponent was left unconscious from the pain, and the referree rushed over to Flash and lifted his arm up, declarong him the victor.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 4:09 pm
Rpc Name: Hyden Alexander
Level: 1
Style applied for: Jekyll and Hyde
What you know about the style: It gives you a sort of split personality disorder. One personality is nice and benevolent, the other evil and sadistic. The evil personality is constantly trying to take you over, and should you let it yo transform into a monster capable of doing terrible damage, but also one that controls you. Should you let it completely take over your mind you can never change back.
Rp Sample: Let me out Hyden i'm going to kill them all, i'm really going to do it! I'm ******** serious let me out or i'm going to hurt you! Let me out! I swear you're gonna get us both killed just let me end this! The monster, or Thing Two as Hyde had named him said. Hyde's face squinted in pain in the middle of the fight as he attempted to calm his second personality down. It was true that Hyde wasn't doing to well this fight. He had recieved two rather deep stab wounds and his opponent remained untouched. Hyde crouched and grabbed his face, shouting as his monster overcame him. He rose from the crouch, more muscular arms with large blades and a mouth full of rasor sharp teeth and red piercing eyes he was a demon to behold. He laughed as he instantly healed the wounds before leaping ferally at the warrior, smashing him through a wall in a tackle before stabbing him four times in the face and body, leaping off of him and smiling giddily, exposing all of his razor sharp teeth as he leapt at another man. The man swung a blade at him and he easily blocked it with the berzerk parry, before stabbing him through his face. Hyde's monster had dessimated the opponents without a scratch on him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 4:19 pm
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 1:44 pm
Rpc Name: Carmen Cohen Level: 1 Style applied for: Stolen Sands What you know about the style:I know EVERYTHING! Merp merp merp.... wink BUT! This style, especially to start out with utilizes the "Darkness" in someones nature. For them to create, they need to destroy something first. The sand will take up different colors as time goes by, could be black, silver...anything the person wants im guessing. Whomever the user, needs to break down objects into sand about once a week, or they themselves will be consumed. Rp Sample:
"Cohen! Your up!"
The sparring instructor called, wanting her to the field immediately.
Getting off of her seat, she made her way up the stairs and out onto the field...
Her opponent, some second or third year...was walking in from the opposite direction.
She had a cocky grin, saying to everyone that she had the utmost confidence in the outcome of this battle...
Her friends cheered her on from the sidelines, whooping and hollering.. the girl in response kicked outward, her leg aflame. Getting an even bigger rise from her fans.
It was obvious that she was "Someone" from the school...
But as Carmen made her way across the field, to meet in the center with the girl..almost everyone booed her...throwing miscellaneous items of trash at her until the instructors quieted them down. A few moments too late she thought as the instructors has smiles of there own plastered all over there faces.............................
Minutes passed since the fight started...
The opposing girl quickly loosing her temper as Carmen did nothing but evade her attacks..
Carmen's objective was too get the girl tired..she didn't need to be flashy, she didn't need to hurt this girl...she didn't need to "Kill" her.
Something she did not want to revisit..
The cocky frustraited girl made a signal to someone in the stands, in the direction of her friends, but before Carmen could really think about it..or duck, something smashed into the back of her head..shattering and spilling liquid all down her neck and back...
Barely conscious, she was on her hands and knees..trying to get a sense of reality back.
But then she heard the other girl snarl and Carmen was on her back, her side felt as if someone swung a bat at it, or a firm kick.
The refs did nothing..the onlookers did nothing but watch and cheer the other on...
Carmen's vision was fading fast.."You little b***h! Think you can show me up? Make me look a fool? Ill burn the flesh right off your bones!" She seethed, lighting a leg on fire and bringing it directly down to where her head was moments before. Rolling to her knees , she brought her hands up to ward the blow she knew was coming...Heat seared her left hand...agonizing waves of pain racked through her hands, pain that would send her body into shock if she did not do something soon.
She thought of her home...of the forest, the animals...that where destroyed in her fathers vengeance to get her back.
Screams pierced the air, screams that shocked even her until she noticed they where coming from her. The opponent even stopped for a moment, not sure what was happening..it was all Carmen needed.
Loosing herself within the darkness of her style.. Slamming her palms down on the ground in front of the girls feet, Carmen turned the stone to sand..the dark brown stone turned to black, the color of Carmen's sand..
Wiping her hands up, she commanded the sand to rip out from under the girl..Causing her to loose her balance and fall straight on her back.. Standing up now, completely enthralled with hurting this cheat, this liar! The black sand rose up to form in Carmens hands, forming two whips..gathering a ball of flame in her hands, she attempted to launch them at Carmen..but carmen with her deadly black sand whips lashed them out before they could meet her skin.
Bringing both whips down across her opponent...the girl screamed as her skin was ripped away under the lashings.
Carmen could only laugh and enjoy the moment.. The girl was entirely too frightened to attack back.. staring up at Carmen, pleading to end the fight.
The stands went quite too, even her own friends shut up..
But looking into Carmen's eyes, the girl knew she wouldn't live past this..Bringing her arms back, the ground behind her rumbled as it quickly was torn up and turned into sand ..hands in claw like form, blistered and bleeding from the burns..brought them overhead as a ginormous overwhelming wave of sand came from around every direction..
In a last ditch effort, the girl shot a fire ball directly into Carmen's chest, igniting her in flames from the liquid that was splashed on her from before. Carmen screamed as she had before, as the girl was doing the same as the wave of sand crashed down on her, weighing tons as it literally buried her alive. Carmen too could not escape completely due to her body set aflame.. she was tossed aside under the sand..
Spectators could only watch on in horror to the events that recently happened, never before have they seen such a destructive force from a student.
The two instructors rushed in, only it was a little to late...the black sand was now mixed with red.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 1:53 pm
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 6:27 pm
Rpc Name:
[I'll come up with this later, probably Hisaki.]
Level:
[Everyone starts at 1 right?]
Style applied for:
Lunar Dance
What you know about the style:
It's pretty much straightforward energy manipulation for the sake of pure offensive tactics. Compared to the other Gene-X styles, this one seems to have the least going for it on the surface but when one applies strategic principals to it's use one can find that it is alot more versatile than some of the other more dedicated styles.
Rp Sample:
[I'm just gonna use Hisaki for a sample name, it just might become my rpcs name if I don't think of one better.]
Standing and facing his enemy, a small smirk passed Hisaki's calm features. Clenching his fist, he faced down his challenger outside of one of the smaller campus buildings. He didn't know the kid, but he could see the flaming aura he was giving off. While not well trained in the Lunar Dance, Hisaki felt that he could hold his own in this particular duel. Watching as the other kid charged forward, Hisaki willed his own Ki to life. As he did so, a deep black energy began swirling around him. With edges glowing a brilliant white, the black energy collected in front of his hand as he met the charging flamekid's attack. Black pure energy met flaming ki and the blast sent them both back several fee. Hisaki brushed off the singed parts of his uniform as he saw that the Flamekid was already on the move. A rushing sound could be heard as Hisaki's forearm was cloaked in the same black Lunar energy as before. Taking Flamekid's strike to the face, the young student could feel the scorching heat on the side of his face along with the burning sensations that went with it. As he started to tumble backwards, Hisaki whipped his arm up and used the Lunar Basics: Chop to strike Flamekid in the front of his throat. The blow caught him off his feet and the kid fell to his back clutching his throat. Still on his feet, but with a bruised and slightly burned cheek, Hisaki gathered black Lunar energy around his leg and curbstomped Flamekid. The Lunar Basics: Stomp wouldn't kill the kid, but it'd knock him out long enough for Hisaki to get far enough away that maybe he could go and buy himself a sandwich.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 12:33 pm
Rpc Name: Ryker Van Zandt
Level: 1
Style applied for: Dark Portal
What you know about the style: Do you have to ask?
Rp Sample: My RP sample was the entire damn custom style application. xD
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 12:35 pm
Approved (sorry it took a couple of days, I didn't notice your application)
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