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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 12:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 8:14 pm
Rpc Name: SoulReaperKuchki
Level: 1
Style applied for: Absolute Zero
What you know about the style: How to freeze the temperature around ones body and create sharp ice and snow for attacks.
Rp Sample: Mizu was around nowhere and was in a combat against some water Ki user. She had JUST got off the docks to Ludus,"Are you kidding me?!" she thought as she dodged another water attack. Mizu then felt something within her for a moment. She felt something cold... She was lost in thought as she barely managed to block another water attack. Mizu sighed as she cut the water through and she was suddenly mad,"How dare you attack me as soon as I get off of the ship!!!" she said as a hot pink and teal color Ki surrounded her. The opponent in front of her sneered as he was covered in blue Ki,"Sorry. Not my fault your so weak, hot head!" he said as he bursted another water attack at her. Mizu took a breathe before closing her eyes. When she opened them again, the water that the opponent bursted at her froze in midair,"Sorry. Who did you say was a hot head again?" she asked as she ran at the guy at full speed and punched him in the stomach after covering her fist in ice and used Hammer Fist(?). The man doubled over and was knocked out. Mizu gave out a large "hmph" before walking away to Ludus Academy. Her face had a smile across it as the ice frozen on her hand slowly melted away from the heat around her.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 9:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 3:23 am
Rpc Name: ELsbeth Norris
Level: 1
Style applied for: Mr Hyde
What you know about the style: The Mr Hyde style represents a huge challenge to the character and roleplayer alike. Deciding when best to utilize the special abilities of the bloodline could be the difference between life and death. However this is not the only threat posed by this dynamic and explosive Style.
Day to day life for a person suffering the effects of a Mr Hyde personality would include hours of meditation, being on constant watch lest the beast attempt with full force to take over the host when their guard is down, as also trying to protect others from the catastrophic results of the Hyde taking over.
As the character progresses through the style, they are taught to control their own mental and physical state to retain control to some degree in transformation, and eventually taming the beast within to a state of mutual benefits, or absorbing the evil personality back within the original, though the effects of this would most likely have huge consequences on the way the host behaves in and out of battle.
All is not negative though. The Hyde automatically knows its techniques when it takes over, meaning the host has no need to learn the techniques of the main style. Though learning sub-styles is highly necessary as at some point in her future she will have to showdown with her dark side and beat him into submission using every skill she has, outside of her main style techniques. This is to gain the respect of the monster, and eventually leads to them working together in harmony to destroy their enemies.
So in closing, this main-style is a powerhouse of epic proportions, with huge mental instability issues for the host.
Rp Sample: It was the eve of the tenth anniversary of her injection with the Gene-X and Elsbeth was getting tired. She had tamed the wild beast within her, however it still hounded her, day in and day out. During her schooling she had become accustomed to having the voice there, so when it came to deciding whether or not she should squash her, or remain two souls in one body, she had chosen the latter option. A decision she now regretted with vehemence. She was also on the run, trying to remain anonymous, away from people. She had earned a great many enemies with her violent power, and they still wanted her dead. She just wanted to live in piece, to return to her beloved.
Nightfall was fast approaching and Elsbeth needed to find somewhere to lay her weary head, to try and sort through the tumult of feelings writhing through her, pressing doubt and self loathing down upon her. A barn, centred in a paddock by the road side offered her the only real option, as it looked like a storm was on the approach. Though that could have just been her gloomy demeanour casting a pall on the coming night. Sliding her lithe body beneath the fence, she struck out towards the barn, completely exposed to the world around her. Little did she realize she was being tracked. Someone was going to try to take her down when she slept.
After pushing open the heavy barn doors, and gently closing them behind her, Elsbeth climbed up into the loft and nestled between a group of four hay-bales. Not quite a five star resort, but for now, it was good enough. Out of a small pack she pulled some stale bread and began to nibble on it as thunder rolled through the air. Not her gloom after all then. After consuming the food she lay down, pulling hay out of the bales to cover her small body. Hopefully the temperature didn't drop too low.
He waited silently under the eves for hours, waiting for her to sleep, and then longer to be certain. She couldnt wake if he were to pull this off successfully. It was about midnight before he acted, dragging the barn door open with a loud groan. He hadn't heard it the first time from his safe distance. He flinched, cursing himself silently for being so careless. He waited, listening intently, the intermittent rumbles of thunder making it difficult. Another twenty minutes passed before he went inside, certain she had not awoken. Though he had no real idea if that was so.
The interior of the barn was black as pitch, only intermittently lit by bursts of lightning arcing across the sky. A particularly bright flash, accompanied by the thunder, woke our little monster and she heard the barn door open. The wind had not penetrated the barn enough to warrant the door opening by such means. It was a quick realization that someone was coming, and she was ready. I hope they aren't.... Elsbeth shuddered at the thought of having to kill someone today Hostile? I certainly hope so. It has been so long since we got our hands dirty... The sound of the excited smile came through in Hyde's voice. Using the next burst of thunder she leapt from the loft and landed silently, crouched in the centre of the barn. She started to change and it took those twenty desperate minutes to manage it. Hoping that this could all be averted, that it was just some lost stranger looking for shelter, in the back of her mind, she knew this was another attempt to collect the bounty on her head, the bounty she was running from.
He froze as the door opened and saw the monster, in the final seconds of transformation. He made a snap decision. If he was going to kill her this was his last chance. He charged, drawing his sword, five paces from the almost monster he pushed off the ground, leaping up and over, twisting in the air. At the pinnacle of his arc he was head down directly above her. This is when he decided to strike, bringing his sword down as he moved through the air, it was mere inches above her head before the Hyde acted.
In that second, before the blade hit, she summoned her ki shield and the sword shattered on impact, causing her assailant to fall to the ground with a loud thump. She smirked and turned, now facing her attacker as he lay there. She backed away, eyes fixed on the hilt of the weapon sticking out from between his trembling hands. "You did not think this through, did you?" Her voice sounded like it contained the life of the tortured souls she had murdered in the past.
He trembled, and shook his head. Clearly he had not thought this through at all, but now he was here, he only really had one option. He had to fight, either way he would most likely die. At least he may stand a small chance against the monster. His master would not be forgiving if he didn't bring back this monstrosity's head. Shakily, Leon dropped the shattered blade and pushed himself off the ground, dropping into a low offensive stance. "I won't live if I leave here without your head,"
Elsbeth's Hyde smirked, a horrific affair. "You won't leave with it either," With that she gazed, eyes filled with malice, as her arms grew, longer and longer. "You know, If you had asked Elsbeth nicely, she may have just let you lop off her head and be on your merry way, she is ever so tired of running, or even just let you walk off into the night and go into hiding yourself, she is the agreeable one, now you are stuck with me, and I do so love a good bit of murder." With that she reached towards him, her arms almost snaking towards him in the darkness. A lightning flash, and she could see him, just out of reach of her finger tips. When the light faded, and her hands reached where he was supposed to be, he wasn't. She spun reaching, trying to find her prey. Lightning flashed, he wasn't in sight.
He had used the darkness to hide, up in the rafters, mind racing, searching for a new plan. He reached into a pocket and drew out small throwing knives. He leapt from the rafter he was sitting on to the next, throwing two down mid jump, before landing carefully on the next rafter, a scream of pain marking his hit. With a surprised 'Oh' sound he felt her hand wrap around his ankle. He reached down, slashing knives at her clenched fist, only causing her to hiss in pain. She had ripped the two knives out of her body with her second hand, focusing her ki to heal the small wounds that they had caused.
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 3:37 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 2:39 pm
Rpc Name:Yue
Level:1
Style applied for: Kinetic Weaponry
What you know about the style: Ranged attacks using the Ki is not the best use and choice of weapon. But if something such as a sword is made or maybe Nunchucks, they will last longer because it is not leaving the users body.
Rp Sample:
Yue very gently runs his finger's vertically down and up along the air, forming the bow and very gently gripping it. He closed his eyes and took very quiet calming breaths. He ran is free hand across the air horizontally. Forming the arrow. He loaded it into the bow and pulled it back. His hair got into his face, but he blew it back. He was staring at the target in front of him. He put his eye up to the end of the arrow and stared down it's edge like he would a normal bow and arrow. But this time, it was glowing in his hand. The white and the blue gave a very gentle look to his face. He was in the moon light, which was when he liked to fire the most.
He pulled the bow back as far as he could go. His index finger had the end of the arrow laying against it to keep it straight. His left hand was over the end of it, keeping it in place on the string. He took some more deep breaths and fired the arrow at the target. He was standing about 20ft back. Which was a safe distance. But like he had been told, there wasn't much he could do to hold it, which is exactly why he was training with this particular transformation of Ki.The arrow had managed to get half way there before it exploded into a small rainbow. He sighed alittle and sat down.
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 3:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 9:05 pm
Rpc Name: Aaron Travels
Level: 1
Style applied for: Devil's Rhapsody
What you know about the style: This style finds itself mostly concerned with sound. In order to increase your strength in this skill, you must listen to music (but you also must become one with the music.) This style is good for those who can listen and recognize subtle variations in the world around them. Now, aside from giving the user some smashing tunes, the user can rely on several different forms of sound-based power that can range from a simple thrown voice to a brain-disintegrating sound burst.
Rp Sample: Aaron clapped his hands over his ears. Oh god! The chords. The chords! The beat kept drumming in his head, piercing it's way through the darkness of Aaron's blackout. The song--was it a song now?--it carried him back to alertness. His opponent stood across from him, her whip drawn high over her head, ready to strike down again. It was almost like the world had slowed down. Aaron could see the vibrations coming off of the whip as it spun in a circle above the girl's head. Then--There!--the pattern changed.
The whip came down in a straight line, aimed once again for his shoulder. Aaron looked to the left where his knife had been stripped from his grasp. His hand--he looked at his hand, and saw it trembling No, not trembling. Vibrating! As the whip came crashing down, Aaron lifted his hand, palm out. The whip struck the edge of his hand, and wrapped around it several times. Aaron closed his eyes and thought Slicing sound! The whip, where it had wrapped around his hand, was torn to shreds. To strike back, Aaron charged his Ki to the bottom of his feet, and kicked toward the girl. Dirt flew in a straight line as the reverberations of his kick sent a fissure through the ground toward her. . .
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 9:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:33 am
I will keep it short and sweet this time, OK? Or try to... razz
Rpc Name: Annika Hunter
Level: 1
Style applied for: Rapunzel's Wrath
What you know about the style: Rapunzel''s wrath is all about controlling tensile strength, and the length of, hair. This style is weak to fire and ice. It requires the user to be able to channel ki at a constant and controlled rate through the hair and it becomes an extension of the body.
Rp Sample: With a dry smirk plastered across black lips. Annika released her mass of hair from its clip, and with every shake of her head it grew longer, until it curled up in a pile at her feet.
"Is this really something you wish to attempt?" She asked with voice devoid of emotion. "I have killed for less..."
Her opponent ran towards her, wielding a razor thin blade. The hair rose, thickening, and shot out towards her unguarded opponent, spearing through his right hand, through the weapons handle, and out through his left. His pitiful scream left Annika unmoved as she tore the hair upwards, ripping the sword out from between hands now halved. Retracting the hair back into her head, she took the sword, wiped it on the ground to remove the blood, then walked off, leaving her ruined opponent to lay in the field to bleed to death. He wasn't her problem any more.
There, Short this time. Just for you Fen. razz
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:43 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 9:28 am
Rpc Name: Raizo Xevion
Level: One
Style applied for: Smoke Shifter (Decided to go with the less common, looked through 10 pages to make sure XD)
What you know about the style: The Smoke Shift is a style based around the evasive capabilities of the student, thus being able to escape, dodge, or perhaps even kill their opponents through means of stealth and/or trickery. The smoke takes on different effects as the practitioner advances from stage to stage, becoming from merely something to cause distress to their lungs or sight to suffocating the opposition or rendering them asleep. From there, they'll eventually be able to inflict sleep, paralysis, burn, confusion, or even explosive gases. However, weaknesses apply to that of which is wind and water. Wind scattering the smoke while water condenses. Having similar effect on the student within this style.
Rp Sample
The target sat quietly in his room, reading a book to study for the examinations that were coming up in the next few days for advancement. The room was simple, a single window and a door. Few cracks and a single air vent. "Damn....it's nearly midnight. Been at this for several hours, I should get some sleep" He said with a sigh, closing the book and moving it aside on the desk. He flinched at the sound of the door creeking, drawing a dagger from his hip out of reflex. No one's there.... He thought, though it was a concern the door was slightly ajar. Approaching it slowly, he cautiously looked around before closing the door. Imagination getting the best of him, he spun around on the dot and thrusted the dagger forward, into nothing. While he busied himself scaring himself, he was oblivious to the trails of smoke creeping out of the vent by the door; quickly taking shape into a figure. Reforming, Raizo slowly approached the target from the veil of the darkness.
The ominous feeling of something behind him, again as paranoia was already taking hold. He slowly turned around, in time to receive a swift roundhouse kick to the face. The force of impact sent the student to the ground, hard and left in shock from the surprise assault. Quickly taking advantage of this opportunity, smoke began emitting from his body which quickly took over the room. Rendering all sight within utterly useless. The student began coughing, trying his hardest to see through and fend off the onslaught which ultimately failed as he received a swift kick to the ribs, sending him flipping across the room into the wall. Recovering quickly as the will to live kicked in, the student ran forward, slashing across the air with the dagger in hopes of landing a hit. To avoid this, while putting up a complete sense of degrading hope for the target, his entire body shifted into smoke and thus the properties shifted slightly to a more...chemically burning form. Inhaling this new form of gas as their properties changed, the smog assaulting the lungs and nose which, in turn, the student began coughing and sneezing more violently. The ability to see already restricted, complicating everything for the target. Seconds later, he was already coughing and sneezing blood. Overridden with panic, multiple loss of senses and the fact that death was upon him; he blindly searched for his dagger, reaching out along the floor when he began to feel the hilt, though cut short as a foot stomped upon his hand, crushing his fingers.
Raizo, now back in his original form since the chemical gases were reverting to normal, picked up the dagger and lifted the student by the neck, squeezing as he thrusted the student's own dagger into his heart with enough force to go through his back and burry the head into the wall, effectively leaving the student hanging by the wall. Blood slithering from his nose and mouth as an even bigger pool formed underneath him. All the smoke swirled away back through the vents, not a trace of the smoke user remained. With that said, the assassination was carried out.
Techniques' used
- Room Creeper
- Smoke Screen
- Smoke Shift
- Chemical Gas Shift
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 10:48 am
RPC Name: Castiel Valente ( x ) Level: I Style applied for: Four Winds What you know about the style: Everything, man, every single thing. Just kidding; I know nothing. RP Sample: A hatchet broke the natural current of air on its way toward Cass. Although the setting was dark, he quickly caught onto the target area that the projected weapon aimed to bury itself into, near his left clavicle. Cass was swift to draw a gesture in the direction of the broken wind, flicking his wrist toward the flying object as if catching a ball then consecutively he shut his grip, pulling at nothing but thin air. It was always easier to slightly alter the direction of a speeding projectile, than to completely reverse or halt its path; thus the twirling hatchet flew right beside its intended target, past Cass' left deltoid, without leaving a mark upon the boy. Given the initial direction that the miniature ax was thrown in, Cass narrowed down the plausible location of his opponent. . straight ahead. Given, also, that his opponent had most likely believed his throw to have made contact with Cass -due to the dense darkness that surrounded the two, in the forest they appeared to be fighting within- chances were that Cass' opponent would either still be off in the area he was facing, or even headed toward him to confirm the kill, even as Castiel prepared his next move. Either way. . the opposer would not make it very far with their endeavor, especially while Cass sensed a break in the surrounding wind, once more. His expectations were correct and the enemy was indeed hasting onto him, head on. Thus Cass drew a gesture similar to his last, causing the opponent to find themselves being pulled toward its user. Striking out through the veil of darkness with his opposite hand, Cass aimed to grab hold of whoever lay on the other end; meantime he drew in a deep breath of air. Sure enough, his wing-man hurled a fine young maiden into his grasp. Now that his hand was free of its gesture, it quickly worked its way to the smooth face of the lady whom rest in his arms, and Cass dipped her, following through with a romantic kiss. . one that would be her last. Techs used: - Wind Reading - Eastern Wind: Pull - Eastern Wind: Greater Pull - Kiss of the Four Winds
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 6:40 pm
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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