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 Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:34 am
The Female Shinobi RPC Name: Cordelia Bloodline being applied for: The Fallen Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline:
((<--Weakness--> wink )
-Easily noticeable/Stands out
-Has peculiar scent to there wings.
-Easily angered/Baited
-Lost of loved one, loss of heart. (If there spouse/lover dies) Little bit I decided to add.
((<--Strengths--> wink )
-Ability to fly
-Incredible Strength&Speed
-Holy powers
-Sense peoples energies ----->Before notes-
*-Before Notes...I know it's long, but..stay with me and read it when you can. Personally? I loved writing it..and got into it. It is with me acting at a larger level in the future of the guild, along with one of three open spots for the fallen. I hope you enjoy it as much as I had writing it. smile * <----- RP Sample: "You sense them?" I asked my brethren solemnly. Staring into the darkened night.
"Ha! Sense them? I smell them..hear them..see them." He replied, hands playing over his weapons like a bard would there instrument, itching to play..to let his axe dance, to bury itself into the darkened beings, and watch the gore paint over the ground like a canvas.
Snapping back to her own mindset, she never would admit it, nor show it..but was a bit giddy herself. This..this is what they where meant to do..her and her brethren fallen from there lords graces, to walk this darkened land, to purge the darkness away. Too protect the ones who cherish the light..who one day hopefully will be strong enough to protect themselves..to be strong enough to vanquish those who the fallen where sent to vanquish. "Lord we will return..one day..I promise." She whispered to herself. "What was that?" He asked amusingly, turning his head slightly. "Nothing.." She replied knowing full well that he had heard her.
"We must move..swiftly and efficiently if we are to save the light ones." She spoke, her voice clipped and exact to the point. Cracking his neck side to side, he spoke with a light and sarcastic tone..one she was not fond of. "The light ones..oh the light ones." He sang in a high falsetto. Her hands clenched at her sides as she wanted to swing into his face..breaking it a million times over, only to be healed slowly. "Why not just call them there actual titles on this planet? Cleric. C-L-E-R-I-C." He mocked. Why did she not knock his teeth out on the spot? Because before she could utter a sentence he was off..wings outstretched and smelling of an ocean breeze was all she got before she saw a flash of his angelic weapon in the field below. The light that it gave off showed shed blood and gory remains left of the slain victims. It was like rounding cattle and she grew jealous. Throwing her powerful battle cry into the darkness her twin blades shined with white burning light. Wings peaking out to full length she was off..down to the battle below to join in the glory gory excitement.
~ 10 minutes later ~
'Thunk-' // -'Followed by squish'
The sound of the darkened ones who fest on human blood head hit the floor, and her blade being drawn from what these people call vampires corpse. The last to be slaughtered on this field.
"That was as thrilling as ever love' " he said to me with a precise English accent. "Don't get soft now..we have not even begun to travel into the depths of the cave..there we will find the light ones, along with the real fighters." I spoke to him, sour over the previous fight moments ago.
"Oh lass' don't me sore wit me ya?" He said with now an Irish accent. It really gets annoying, she thought. Switching back to his normal accent, one that he shared with her and most commonly used by the others he spoke again. "63 killed for me..your what? 60?" He mocked. My head shook as I cleaned off my blade..yes...he might sound unknowing..but he knows full well that it was 60..that he had 3 more then me..dam him. She thought.
"Get it together!" She snapped, wanting to now snap his wing in half...have him grounded for a weeks worth of miserable torture that he had brought upon her with his voice.
Calming down..with a few deep breaths, she spoke. "This..this is all we need..this is all what we need, what we want. " She spoke, her voice getting a bit dreary. Swords back in her scabbards, she pounded on her chest with her armored fist, to get her point across..the more they save..the more they train the light ones..the more they can be given a closer chance of being brought back..to be brought into her lords graces once more.
"Is it?" He asked, his voice brought down from playful to seriousness. "We..you me..our two other brethren..where thrown out! Tossed to this planet..discarded like trash." Seconds passed before he spoke again. "Actually...I kinda like it here. I think I may st...." Was all he got out before they where under attack. Three large black claws raked against his chest..blood, his blood sprayed as far as where she stood..splattering his face..all she could was watch..and feel for the connection that distinguished the two diminished as his life slowly ebbed away. 20,30,40..feet away he landed..unmoving..wings bent at an odd angle.
"Mi!" I was halfway through screaming his name before the claws came at me..I was no slouch..I was the lords right hand..the executioner, the inquisitor, she who gave life and took it away..I would not be beaten by some abomination from these blood suckers.
Wings out I flew high into the night sky.."Beast! Head my call! For I will be your destroyer and send you to hells gates where you belong!!" I screamed out, swinging my blades out like the blades now in my hands. Needle like feathers slammed into the beast, distracting it from my final blow. My twin swords pointed north, south, east and west as I used my strongest technique to create 8 holy blades of judgement. Infusing them with a flicker of my will I sent them spinning..sent them spiraling into the beast, eviscerating its insides as two punctured into its chest and abdomen. Two into its legs, two cutting of each meaty arm..and the last two..the two strongest..grasped with my fingers..I dont recall where my swords went..but I had power..power at the tips of my fingers as I flew down and slammed into the monsters chest..taking each blade on the side of the beasts neck.."You will be rid of this planet..to harm no more!" She screamed with venom and rage for the last two words, putting her weight into the move and decapitating the building high monster..seconds this all happened as the pieces staring to tumble to the ground.
Blood soaking into the grassy field...Im so exhausted I can barely keep my head up..where is he? My Brother? My...
Memory came slamming into me as I recalled him being slashed and launched into the air..head turning I saw him laying as he did before..not feeling the connection to my brethren...the loss taken away..his life ebbed away and given back to the lord.
Howling, she flew over to him...calling his name..cradling his body..wanting him to wake up. But he was cold..and long past his life. Michael; pure of heart..one of the lords main advisers was gone..losing his life in a petty squabble, her friend..her brother..was perished into the night sky on the lonely battlefield....After Notes-
----> First..dont read this until you finished my little essay of bloodline application. :3
Like I said, I really got into it..and am starting to fall in love with my rpc already..I plan on bringing "Light" heh..Into the guild, perhaps creating a faction of my own once im better well known and prove that im a frequent and experienced rp in this guild. I have lots of ideas, and interesting points of interest to give a good storyline. =]
Oh! And is there such a thing as "Head" of the bloodline and what not? Id like it to be me if possible. Using this application as my reference. If there isint..could there be? Like..when im entered into the one of four bloodline pages can it say my name and 'Head' next to it? Or..somthingg? emotion_kirakira <---- My God is it good to have you here. Where did you come from? It's quite the pleasant surprise 3nodding While there is no head of a bloodline, you are of course welcome to submit an idea for a faction once you've gotten yourself more situated. Keep your eyes forward though! Get that profile in so we can see the whole deal!
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 9:37 am
Haha you really liked it?? emotion_awesome Im so happy!! emotion_bigheart And I was to tired last night to write out my profile after I wrote this..haha But when I was on my break at work, I decided on writing the bio down..so whats going to take me a smidgen of time will be getting my picture re-sized blah blah. emotion_bigvein
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 12:16 pm
RPC Name: Krona Jones
Bloodline being applied for: Black Blood, Dark Avenger
Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline:
Weaknesses
-prone to insanity, and unable to tell friend from foe
-cannot feel pain, and therefore does not know when she in danger of death
-one, custom weapon (her whip, yet to be approved)
Strenghts
- can harden her own blood to form weapons
-can summon her weapon at will
RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample):
(It's somehwhat long....i got a bit carried away sweatdrop . But I typing it was fun, and I hope you enjoy reading it. No fear of novels from me in the future; I match what I'm given. ^_^)
Journal Entry 25
I am not insane I am not crazy. They can say that I am that I’m delusional maniacal a killer but they don’t know the truth. They don’t know what I’ve been charged with the duty I hold how what I am doing is helping them, they are too arrogant far to mad far too delusional for their own good. The world is imperfect flawed certain things don’t belong. Those beautiful things, fairer sex too perfect for the world too perfect and beautiful too good. They must be saved for the better after life, they cannot be tainted by theis imperfection they cannot find happiness. I sin for them sin for them they can’t appreciate the sins I commit. Its madness, im going to hell its right its not right but I must do it. Im the only one since they cant understand. Why why why Its madness its madness its madness…
Journal Entry 26
It’s appalling. I am appalled at myself, at my insecurity and my frame of mind. It’s hard to believe that was me just hours ago delirious, and torn. I can imagine myself hunched over, shaking, scribbling furiously into the starched pages to fast the pen danced, driven mad by about a deed that is now done and over.
And a good job it is.
Death suits her. She is more stunning in death, so breathtaking that it brings tears to my eyes. Her flaws corrected, she is now a human specimen of perfection laying sleeping in a crimson pool of her own life. So beautiful, it was chilling. So…wrong. Sinful. I feel…No.
I am right.
But…It is such a shame that she was born as she was, perfection brought into a terribly imperfect world. Such a shame that she cannot harmonize the dirty beats we play, that her face is angelic among the masses of demons. If she had been born flawed or as any other creature she could have stayed here. But her perfection was a mistake and it does not belong here.
Perfect things do not belong in an imperfect world.
Krona closed up her beat up blue bound dairy and slip into her pocket. The hour was late. She beny to the woman and brushed a finger across her cheek. The skin was, moments ago, delightfully warm and pink with terror is now cold and colorless. Yet, it still called to her. Temptation draw her to it, and she brushed her lips across her forehead. Even if she can longer sense, she wanted her to know that that she had done this out of love.
“Don’t hate me. I did this for you. You do not belong here. By doing this, I am giving you life”
She slid the torn black cloth over her lifeless body. Using a match from her pocket, she carefully lit the cloth on fire.
“Be purged” she whispered.
The flames lingered in their corners for only moment, before charring and consuming the whole cloth. Soon, the whole fabric was a light, and the sickly sweet smell of burning flesh filled the air.
She watched the flames cleanse her, burn away every sin and soil.
Another soul saved.
Another delivered.
Her task was done.
An overwhelming feeling of peace fell over her, and she stood for a long moment with her my eyes closed, relishing in it. Relishing in knowing that He was smiling down on her, that He approved.
Dawn had broken, and the world of shadow she loved had been turned into a nightmare of light. She pulled her cloak tighter about her, wrapping her limbs in its comforting darkness, till only her eyes glimmered beneath the blackness of her cowl. It would protect her from the light well, but not from the other danger she could smell, see, gathering around, forming a line between her, and freedom.
Guards from the city had taken ? outside. Their stance tall, bold; their weapons and armor gleaming in sunlight, and capes snapping in the wind, they formed a formidable wall between her and escape.
Fear, hot and foreign, took her. In a world of light, without shadow or darkness, fighting would be difficult. How would she fare? No shadow to fight with, no ally at her side, would she not die. Panic, swift and consuming, took her. The thoughts that flowed so neatly before, twisted and scattered tangled into one hot mess. Her hands grasped her head.
Shadow-less, out-numbered 7 to 1...it would provide challenge.
And challenge, was her dear friend.
She pushed open the door of the house. Her feet were silent against the ground, as she stepped into the light. The irrational urge to hiss, as the brightness surrounded her, slipped beneath any exposed line of her cloak and seemed to burn, took over her. But she kept her lips silent, to match the quiet around her.
For a moment, silence and stillness reigned. Not a soul twitched. the only stood face watching, waiting. Krona lifted her eyes, and stared directly at the head guard, who stood not too far from her. Their eyes locked. Satisfaction filled Krona, as she detected a shudder course through him.
Then, as though that gaze had been a signal, the guards rushed forward.
Krona groped for shadow. None came, all had been consumed by the light.
Her fingers wrapped about her whip. As the guards raised their blades, she drew her whip and cracked it in an arc. With the silence of silk over skin, it cracked though the air. For a second nothing, then red. heads snapped back, gurgles tore from lips, and blood sprayed from throats sliced by her whips tail. Three bodies crumpled, amidst cries of pain and anger, three more rushed at her, now to close for her to wield her whip against them. A blade fell from the air. More red, her own blood, arched through the air from a cut on her arm. She saw he arm was cut, but could not feel the sting
Quickly she made use of it, hardening and tapering the liquid as it fell from the air, to form tiny spikes. She sent those spiraling toward her attacker. He dropped into a defensive stance, legs spread and bent at the knee sword-blade flat before his face. All the spikes but one crashed and splashed, harmless, against his blade. But one rang true, and drove through and exposed portion of his arm. The blade fell from his hand, a curse tore from his lips.
Robes whipping, she leapt back, once, twice ,again, pulling back as they pulled forward. As her feet moved, so did her lips, forming a chant, a summon. Energy drained from her, left her to form her command. The guards stopped briefly, as circles of black formed on the ground, contrasting harshly with the flowing green grass.
And from the ground, shadow was birthed. Inky black hands reached up from the circles of shadow, dark fingers dug into the ground, and from the spots of black, her shadow-gangers emerged. Mindless, blind minions formed from shadows, formed into vague representations of the human form one moment, pulsing and writhing in shapelessness the next.
A grin, wide, toothy, and recalling insanity, spread across Krona's face beneath the shadows of her cowl. The shadows, her friends, were here, and it was time to show the guards the same justice, she'd shown the woman.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 12:40 pm
I... I have no words. Unless Ferregar, the D.A. creator, says otherwise, I'm approving you for both Black Blood and Dark Avenger.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 1:24 pm
SorceressJacklyn I... I have no words. Unless Ferregar, the D.A. creator, says otherwise, I'm approving you for both Black Blood and Dark Avenger. Thank you ^_^...and I am just now noticing your avatar as red candles behind it. xD Thats a nice touch =w=)
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 6:06 pm
VelvonVeden SorceressJacklyn I... I have no words. Unless Ferregar, the D.A. creator, says otherwise, I'm approving you for both Black Blood and Dark Avenger. Thank you ^_^...and I am just now noticing your avatar as red candles behind it. xD Thats a nice touch =w=) If you want the Dark Avenger Class, I would like to see you submit your full profile with a back story that meets all of the class's specifications. A ******** great read though 3nodding
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:01 pm
Ferregar VelvonVeden SorceressJacklyn I... I have no words. Unless Ferregar, the D.A. creator, says otherwise, I'm approving you for both Black Blood and Dark Avenger. Thank you ^_^...and I am just now noticing your avatar as red candles behind it. xD Thats a nice touch =w=) If you want the Dark Avenger Class, I would like to see you submit your full profile with a back story that meets all of the class's specifications. A ******** great read though 3nodding Thank you ^_^ I have the profile here...and a question. How do you link directly to posts? 0_o I have never done it before....
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 9:26 pm
(Hopefully my is somewhat as good XD) RPC Name: Core Bloodline being applied for: Vampire Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: Weaknesses Water is a no-no it makes the vamp slower and weaker. Sunlight doesn't kill you it may give you a bad sun burn. Feeding is one things you need to do once and awhile but some races are not the right ones to feed on. They can not be blessed or healed by holy magic Strengths Super Strong and Fast They are more energetic than most. They can regrow limbs and such. Heal cuts and bones. Bat-Like reflexes (Lame Pun) RP Sample: The night air was crisp as the wind blew though the dark hair of Core. The trees in the forest gave him much cover as he stalked his prey below him. The small caravan had been his prey for the past few nights, as he hid in the shadows not trying to be spotted by them just yet. Tonight was the night he would strike the caravan... they had set up a small camp around the Eaton's and horses having a small fire going as well...
Core slowly dropped from the trees and began to tear and rip sections of his clothing. He slowly entered the camp acting if he had been attacked. The people stare and gasp as they see the young man enter camp in such bad shape. He falls to one knee and pretends to be out of breath, he motions everyone closer.. his eyes showed pain and confusion but inside his mind he laughing darkly.
Core slowly began to use his Yokai Detection, he would slowly get read-outs if he was acting right towards these people. One of the women slowly walk up to him handing him a cup of water.... His eyes water almost as he touched the cup.. it was silver and it was destroying his hands holding it. He quickly but gently gave he women her cup back, they all looked at him on question wondering why he didn't drink the water since he seemed so out of breath and such.
As the night begins to slowly move on Core warms up to the people and they do the same to him. Most had seemed to be families moving to see new lands... it was interesting but not as interesting at the unicorn girl that was in the caravan. She had quietly watched him all night as he arrived, some how she knowingly thought something was dark about him, he could tell when smiled at her and she moved away quickly. As the moon rises and the fire dies everyone slowly heads to bed. Core plays being asleep for the next half-hour intil he can hear them all sleep.
Core smiled darkly as he slowly gets off the bed they had made for him, and quietly sreaches around the camp... as he searches hue finally comes up on the unicorn girl sleeping soundly in her bed.... He slowly walks up to her bed and bends down as he presses his fangs into her neck. The unicorn eyes quickly open only to find his slamming into her jaw knocking her out or most likely killing her with such force, the Yokai Punch, hopefully she would be alive long enough to keep the sweet blood warm.
As he begins to finish he hears a scream beind him. Core quickly turns as blood drips from his face to see the Kiruna women starts to run and scream for help. He curses under his breath as a red mist begins to cover the area, he slowly closes his eyes and extends his hand outward, as he does bats fly out of the mist and begin to attacks the caravaners. Core uses this chance to jump out of the tent and look at the chaos around him. People were screaming and crying trying to fight off the bats, and in the confusion he spots on other thing that he would love to snack on... A Vesitor. His large body was starting shed the carapace as it worth was running out.
Core starts to sprint towards to him and jumps into the air as energy flys out his back and bits of forms wings on it as well. The Vesitor man slowly turns to see his death coming hissing down on him digging it fangs in his neck as he tryst to break free... as his carapace slowly begins to reform Core brings his arm up smashes it peices with his Yokai fist once more. Leaving the man broken on the ground he can feel the energy from the bats go into his body... it felt sooo good... he closed his eyes and toke it all in
Of course intil he felt his left arm begin sliced off by a sword... he screams in pain as his wings lift into the air seeing the new were-beasts that had arrived on the scene... they had been hunting him for days now, he had though they had given up by now.... his arm slowly begins to reform on his body thanks to the regen... it had saved his life on many hunts... But Now that were-beasts were here things had to get serious...
He slowly closes his eyes as he begins to take control of their swords with his telekensis, be forces the blades out of their hands stab them in the hearts, making sure they wouldn't stand back and try to kill him this time. But things had gotten worst now... more were-beasts came from the woods... things were getting bad... he slowly drifts to the ground as he sees the beasts stare at him... he knew he had to do it.... Core slowly builts up his energy as the were-beasts get closer.. finally they all launch into action at him... As the cover him they all fly into the air as a demonic beast roars from were they once stood. It grows massive wings and starts going around ripping apart the were-beast one by one... a few unlucky enough to get their soul drained into his body ... time passes and bodies cover the ground... the large beast slowly carries it self to a tree and rests... Core slowly passes out... two days had passed and he woke up with a man shaking his shoulder asking him if he was alright... Core shook his head.. and asked if they could him pass on though...
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 6:19 am
xXLord OokamiXx (Hopefully my is somewhat as good XD) RPC Name: Core Bloodline being applied for: Vampire Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: Weaknesses Water is a no-no it makes the vamp slower and weaker. Sunlight doesn't kill you it may give you a bad sun burn. Feeding is one things you need to do once and awhile but some races are not the right ones to feed on. They can not be blessed or healed by holy magic Strengths Super Strong and Fast They are more energetic than most. They can regrow limbs and such. Heal cuts and bones. Bat-Like reflexes (Lame Pun) RP Sample: The night air was crisp as the wind blew though the dark hair of Core. The trees in the forest gave him much cover as he stalked his prey below him. The small caravan had been his prey for the past few nights, as he hid in the shadows not trying to be spotted by them just yet. Tonight was the night he would strike the caravan... they had set up a small camp around the Eaton's and horses having a small fire going as well...
Core slowly dropped from the trees and began to tear and rip sections of his clothing. He slowly entered the camp acting if he had been attacked. The people stare and gasp as they see the young man enter camp in such bad shape. He falls to one knee and pretends to be out of breath, he motions everyone closer.. his eyes showed pain and confusion but inside his mind he laughing darkly.
Core slowly began to use his Yokai Detection, he would slowly get read-outs if he was acting right towards these people. One of the women slowly walk up to him handing him a cup of water.... His eyes water almost as he touched the cup.. it was silver and it was destroying his hands holding it. He quickly but gently gave he women her cup back, they all looked at him on question wondering why he didn't drink the water since he seemed so out of breath and such.
As the night begins to slowly move on Core warms up to the people and they do the same to him. Most had seemed to be families moving to see new lands... it was interesting but not as interesting at the unicorn girl that was in the caravan. She had quietly watched him all night as he arrived, some how she knowingly thought something was dark about him, he could tell when smiled at her and she moved away quickly. As the moon rises and the fire dies everyone slowly heads to bed. Core plays being asleep for the next half-hour intil he can hear them all sleep.
Core smiled darkly as he slowly gets off the bed they had made for him, and quietly sreaches around the camp... as he searches hue finally comes up on the unicorn girl sleeping soundly in her bed.... He slowly walks up to her bed and bends down as he presses his fangs into her neck. The unicorn eyes quickly open only to find his slamming into her jaw knocking her out or most likely killing her with such force, the Yokai Punch, hopefully she would be alive long enough to keep the sweet blood warm.
As he begins to finish he hears a scream beind him. Core quickly turns as blood drips from his face to see the Kiruna women starts to run and scream for help. He curses under his breath as a red mist begins to cover the area, he slowly closes his eyes and extends his hand outward, as he does bats fly out of the mist and begin to attacks the caravaners. Core uses this chance to jump out of the tent and look at the chaos around him. People were screaming and crying trying to fight off the bats, and in the confusion he spots on other thing that he would love to snack on... A Vesitor. His large body was starting shed the carapace as it worth was running out.
Core starts to sprint towards to him and jumps into the air as energy flys out his back and bits of forms wings on it as well. The Vesitor man slowly turns to see his death coming hissing down on him digging it fangs in his neck as he tryst to break free... as his carapace slowly begins to reform Core brings his arm up smashes it peices with his Yokai fist once more. Leaving the man broken on the ground he can feel the energy from the bats go into his body... it felt sooo good... he closed his eyes and toke it all in
Of course intil he felt his left arm begin sliced off by a sword... he screams in pain as his wings lift into the air seeing the new were-beasts that had arrived on the scene... they had been hunting him for days now, he had though they had given up by now.... his arm slowly begins to reform on his body thanks to the regen... it had saved his life on many hunts... But Now that were-beasts were here things had to get serious...
He slowly closes his eyes as he begins to take control of their swords with his telekensis, be forces the blades out of their hands stab them in the hearts, making sure they wouldn't stand back and try to kill him this time. But things had gotten worst now... more were-beasts came from the woods... things were getting bad... he slowly drifts to the ground as he sees the beasts stare at him... he knew he had to do it.... Core slowly builts up his energy as the were-beasts get closer.. finally they all launch into action at him... As the cover him they all fly into the air as a demonic beast roars from were they once stood. It grows massive wings and starts going around ripping apart the were-beast one by one... a few unlucky enough to get their soul drained into his body ... time passes and bodies cover the ground... the large beast slowly carries it self to a tree and rests... Core slowly passes out... two days had passed and he woke up with a man shaking his shoulder asking him if he was alright... Core shook his head.. and asked if they could him pass on though... Approved - what's your plan here, Wulf? razz
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 8:46 am
World Damnation!!!!!!! Mawhahahahahaha
Just kidding xD
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:52 am
Cherry Lovette Please fill out the form for your Bloodline Requests RPC Name:
Bloodline being applied for: vampire
Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: (Do not copy and paste) weak to silver, superhuman strength, superhuman speed and reflexes, sunburns easily
RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample)
Aro sat on the high, lush throne in the dark tower of the even darker palace that he resided in. He drank from a golden, diamond encrusted goblet. Inside of the goblet was a ruby red drink, the lifeforce of some poor creature... blood. Aro heard a knock on the door to the entrance of his throne room. His head raised suddenly, and he waved his hand absentmindedly. [b]"Enter."[/b] his listful and apathetic voice said. He didn't shout or raise his voice, but his voice still managed to carry itself across the room and into the hall, where the subjects in question awaited. Outside of the palace was a haggardly ghoul, who came in, jumping and shouting excitedly. Aro sat on his throne, not saying one word and simply waiting for the ghoul to calm down and begin speaking. Once it calmed down, it relayed its message. [b]"We have the prisoner you wanted! We have him sire! Just like you asked, as We promised! As we promised! You're not going to kill me now... right?"[/b] the ghoul said, a tint of fear in his eyes as he realized that if Aro wanted to kill him, the man very well could. There was literally nobody in between them. And even if there was... Few people had the manhood to speak with Aro, let alone stand against him. Aro looked at the Ghoul. [b]"You've wasted my time and gotten me... riled up for something I already know. You've wasted my time for the second time ghoul. Tell me why I should allow you to continue living this pitiful existence?"[/b] Aro asked. The Ghoul's eyes widened in fear as Aro jumped off of his throne. The vampire lord leisurely made his way to the ghoul, placing a hand on the ghoul's head. The ghoul was now quivering in fear, it's undead eyes wide and staring straight into Aro's bloodred eyes, as if hypnotized. Just as Aro was about to crush the ghoul's skull, a hunting party he had sent out previously walked in, with the prisoner in question. It was a young Vestitor of expert rank, and he had been causing problems for Aro. He had started small uprisings against Aro's tyrannical takeover, hired assassins to kill Aro, and just made life annoying for Aro in general. Two of the men forced the vestitor to his knees. Aro walked towards the man with a slow and impending gait, in no hurry to get to him. Once Aro was about a foot away, he spat at the Vestitor's feet, the spit red from his bloody beverage from earlier. [b]"You. I tip my hat to you, my young friend. You're the only person who has ever given me trouble since my attempt at hostile taking over Rykros. However that's the problem. You've been giving me problems. So now I have to kill you. Perhaps make you a familiar... I think that'd suit you nicely."[/b] The vampire said in his usual, emotion void voice. He then charged up his fist with energy, getting ready to use the yokai fist attack to break the man's spine first, so he wouldn't resist while Aro drank the life from his veins. Just as he got ready to send his fist hurling downwards, he heard an explosion in the courtyard of his palace of darkness. Aro walked leisurely over to the nearest stained glass window to see what was happening. Just as he neared it though, the window shattered into a million, rainbow colored pieces and threw it came a draconian, with a wooden stake aimed directly for Aro's heart. Aro stared dumbfounded atthe draconian, and the stake plunged into his chest. The vampire looked at the draconian, who had a look of sheer triumph on his face. For the first time in what seemed like a millenia, Aro smiled. His eyes were still dead, but his lips had curved into a U. he pulled the stake out of his chest, and flesh, bone, and blood melded together as the spot regenerated. [b]"A simple myth."[/b] He muttered before he ran forwards full speed. He then imbued energy into his fist and knocked the draconian straight in the chest with a yokai punch. The warrior flew backwards 30 some odd feet before he struck a statue, which crumbled on top of him. Just as Aro thought that this would have been over, he couldn't have been more wrong. Suddenly, all of his stain glass windows shattered, and more people hell bent on destroying the vampire were there. The vampire sighed emotionlessly before speaking. [b]"Its a shame I just fed... I don't believe i'll be drinking the blood of any of you. i guess I can just kill you all. Yes I suppose that would be the best course of action."[/b] he said in a cold voice as a mist of red suddenly surrounded his enemies. They were all on their guard, eyes trying to search through the red. As the group inhaled, they realized sickeningly that it smelled and tasted of blood. Aro then transformed his arm into a razor sharp bat wing, planning on cutting a few of them to shreds. One of them wretched on the floor, and that wretch was followed by a slicing sound and a scream, shortly accompanied by a loud thump as a body hit the floor. then another scream was heard as a body was sent flying through the air, smacking a wall with a sickening crunch before slouching to the floor like a half empty flour sack. Suddenly, the mist cleared, and for once, Aro was in a bad position. One of the hunting party loosed a crossbow bolt at him. It struck him in the abdomen, and Aro hissed in pain as he felt a burning sensation in his abdomen. He pulled the bolt out of his stomach, and although it was now painted red, he could see that the bolt was made of silver, a vampires weakness. [b]"Enough."[/b] he said, irritated slightly. This was one of the first times in a millenia that Aro had shown any sort of emotion, and may god showed no mercy on those who caused it. He first focused his mind and sent out a blast of pure telekenetic energy that knocked back all of the hunting party, slamming every single one of them against a wall. He then set his vampiric restriction level to zero and called all of his familiars. suddenly, hundreds of warriors were jammed inside of the corridor, mauling and ripping the hunting party to shreds. When the mauling was finished, Aro flicked the silver Crossbow bolt at the vestitor, piercing it straight through it's forehead. [b]"I am... tired. Clean this mess up. Now."[/b] he ordered airidly to his crew of people that had originally helped capture the vestitor. He then left his throne room, in search of blood fresher than the blood on the floor. He had to do so quickly, as he did not wish to get sunburned on top of his silver crossbow wound. He also remembered that if he was caught in sunlight with an open wound, his speed and strength would be lowered considerably.
((well... that was fun.:3))
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 8:12 am
Dante Cayenyne Cherry Lovette Please fill out the form for your Bloodline Requests RPC Name:
Bloodline being applied for: vampire
Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: (Do not copy and paste) weak to silver, superhuman strength, superhuman speed and reflexes, sunburns easily
RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample)
Aro sat on the high, lush throne in the dark tower of the even darker palace that he resided in. He drank from a golden, diamond encrusted goblet. Inside of the goblet was a ruby red drink, the lifeforce of some poor creature... blood. Aro heard a knock on the door to the entrance of his throne room. His head raised suddenly, and he waved his hand absentmindedly. [b]"Enter."[/b] his listful and apathetic voice said. He didn't shout or raise his voice, but his voice still managed to carry itself across the room and into the hall, where the subjects in question awaited. Outside of the palace was a haggardly ghoul, who came in, jumping and shouting excitedly. Aro sat on his throne, not saying one word and simply waiting for the ghoul to calm down and begin speaking. Once it calmed down, it relayed its message. [b]"We have the prisoner you wanted! We have him sire! Just like you asked, as We promised! As we promised! You're not going to kill me now... right?"[/b] the ghoul said, a tint of fear in his eyes as he realized that if Aro wanted to kill him, the man very well could. There was literally nobody in between them. And even if there was... Few people had the manhood to speak with Aro, let alone stand against him. Aro looked at the Ghoul. [b]"You've wasted my time and gotten me... riled up for something I already know. You've wasted my time for the second time ghoul. Tell me why I should allow you to continue living this pitiful existence?"[/b] Aro asked. The Ghoul's eyes widened in fear as Aro jumped off of his throne. The vampire lord leisurely made his way to the ghoul, placing a hand on the ghoul's head. The ghoul was now quivering in fear, it's undead eyes wide and staring straight into Aro's bloodred eyes, as if hypnotized. Just as Aro was about to crush the ghoul's skull, a hunting party he had sent out previously walked in, with the prisoner in question. It was a young Vestitor of expert rank, and he had been causing problems for Aro. He had started small uprisings against Aro's tyrannical takeover, hired assassins to kill Aro, and just made life annoying for Aro in general. Two of the men forced the vestitor to his knees. Aro walked towards the man with a slow and impending gait, in no hurry to get to him. Once Aro was about a foot away, he spat at the Vestitor's feet, the spit red from his bloody beverage from earlier. [b]"You. I tip my hat to you, my young friend. You're the only person who has ever given me trouble since my attempt at hostile taking over Rykros. However that's the problem. You've been giving me problems. So now I have to kill you. Perhaps make you a familiar... I think that'd suit you nicely."[/b] The vampire said in his usual, emotion void voice. He then charged up his fist with energy, getting ready to use the yokai fist attack to break the man's spine first, so he wouldn't resist while Aro drank the life from his veins. Just as he got ready to send his fist hurling downwards, he heard an explosion in the courtyard of his palace of darkness. Aro walked leisurely over to the nearest stained glass window to see what was happening. Just as he neared it though, the window shattered into a million, rainbow colored pieces and threw it came a draconian, with a wooden stake aimed directly for Aro's heart. Aro stared dumbfounded atthe draconian, and the stake plunged into his chest. The vampire looked at the draconian, who had a look of sheer triumph on his face. For the first time in what seemed like a millenia, Aro smiled. His eyes were still dead, but his lips had curved into a U. he pulled the stake out of his chest, and flesh, bone, and blood melded together as the spot regenerated. [b]"A simple myth."[/b] He muttered before he ran forwards full speed. He then imbued energy into his fist and knocked the draconian straight in the chest with a yokai punch. The warrior flew backwards 30 some odd feet before he struck a statue, which crumbled on top of him. Just as Aro thought that this would have been over, he couldn't have been more wrong. Suddenly, all of his stain glass windows shattered, and more people hell bent on destroying the vampire were there. The vampire sighed emotionlessly before speaking. [b]"Its a shame I just fed... I don't believe i'll be drinking the blood of any of you. i guess I can just kill you all. Yes I suppose that would be the best course of action."[/b] he said in a cold voice as a mist of red suddenly surrounded his enemies. They were all on their guard, eyes trying to search through the red. As the group inhaled, they realized sickeningly that it smelled and tasted of blood. Aro then transformed his arm into a razor sharp bat wing, planning on cutting a few of them to shreds. One of them wretched on the floor, and that wretch was followed by a slicing sound and a scream, shortly accompanied by a loud thump as a body hit the floor. then another scream was heard as a body was sent flying through the air, smacking a wall with a sickening crunch before slouching to the floor like a half empty flour sack. Suddenly, the mist cleared, and for once, Aro was in a bad position. One of the hunting party loosed a crossbow bolt at him. It struck him in the abdomen, and Aro hissed in pain as he felt a burning sensation in his abdomen. He pulled the bolt out of his stomach, and although it was now painted red, he could see that the bolt was made of silver, a vampires weakness. [b]"Enough."[/b] he said, irritated slightly. This was one of the first times in a millenia that Aro had shown any sort of emotion, and may god showed no mercy on those who caused it. He first focused his mind and sent out a blast of pure telekenetic energy that knocked back all of the hunting party, slamming every single one of them against a wall. He then set his vampiric restriction level to zero and called all of his familiars. suddenly, hundreds of warriors were jammed inside of the corridor, mauling and ripping the hunting party to shreds. When the mauling was finished, Aro flicked the silver Crossbow bolt at the vestitor, piercing it straight through it's forehead. [b]"I am... tired. Clean this mess up. Now."[/b] he ordered airidly to his crew of people that had originally helped capture the vestitor. He then left his throne room, in search of blood fresher than the blood on the floor. He had to do so quickly, as he did not wish to get sunburned on top of his silver crossbow wound. He also remembered that if he was caught in sunlight with an open wound, his speed and strength would be lowered considerably.
((well... that was fun.:3))[/quote][/quote]
Sorry Dante, but I am denying this Bloodline Request. While you have been getting more active in Rykros, you need to focus on your Fallen character before you take up another character. Just as you applied for a limited space Class, you will also need to display consistent activity for a longer period of time before I can offer you a slot in Vampire. Please continue to work with the character you have, and hopefully later down the line you may be approved for a limited space character.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 9:07 am
I agree with him my friend, we shall rule!! hahaha emotion_brofist <--- Love that one. emotion_awesome
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