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RPC Name: Adellos

Bloodline being applied for: Were-Beast (Were-Jackal)

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: Silver burdens him. He is part of one of Rykros' fastest Bloodlines; their stats increase at night, and decrease during the day.

RP Sample:

This story is of my tribe, who carry the color of the clouds. 100 years ago our chieftain was Alteras, the master of the sky. He spoke to the clouds, and they brought rain to the tribe. He had the loyalty of Kyaa, Queen of Eagles, and the razor beaks of the Hawklords. He flew with them above the desert, and our tribe feasted in their feathered halls. He found his mate in the river girl Sen'a, and with his seed she became the New Mother of the tribe. They traveled the sky in dreams and in daylight, and their love was praised by many.

"Then the sky turned red and wept. Beneath black clouds came the faces of fifteen bloody men. They brought rain of fire, acid and poison. They invaded the souls of the shamans, and turned the world against the colors that walked it. This upheaval buried tribes alive, and their screams could be heard in the sand. There was no magic that could fight them. They offered peace through counsel, and the chieftains gathered with offerings of gold and glass and all the treasures of the desert. The bloody men laughed at their gifts and killed them all. All but Alteras. They wanted his secret sky gifts, for the wind. They demanded his power, for his mastery of the sky exceeded their own. He refused, and they bound him in the rocks. They brought his tribe before him, and crushed the voice from his lungs to call the birds from the sky.

"They broke the minds of the birdfolk and turned them against one another. They ripped Kyaa's wings from her body, and cut through the Hawklords with lightning. When only the ravens remained, the bloody men made the New Mother look as they pecked the flesh from the Sky Master's bones, leaving only his eyes so he could look back. On that day, every Chieftain died. With Alteras' death, his mate became the Last Mother. They hung his skull and bloody bones from the ceiling of her prison, so that when they came to take her she would see the remains of her old life. They penned the rest of her tribe with hungry dogs. Those who were not eaten survived to live and die as the Blood Barons desired, amongst the broken remnants of the other tribes. Where once there was a thousand colors, there was fifty.

"The Blood Barons never aged. They took children as their pleasure slaves, and took their essence to remain forever young. Only those tribes that gave them all they wanted without question were released from their pens to work in mines and farms to gather wealth they'd never hold and harvest feasts their mouths would never taste. I was born with a twin, and my mother his us with other children. She told me only twelve of our tribe remained, and there were still 15 Barons. When they took her away, they found us and the other children. They killed the others who hid us. There were only 5 of my tribe left then. We were kept as their slaves, and when I was 10 they made me fight my brother. When I won the Baron Thaladas set his jackal on me, and it chewed on my face until I was as I am now... made into a Were-Beast for their amusement and studies. My brother's punishment was a pit full of snakes."

RPC Name: Bernadette Vestari

Bloodline being applied for:
Kokoro | Brains | Over | Brawn |

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline:

-Fighting is not always the answer, words can solve 99% of problems.
-Not the most physical of people, dependent on telekinesis.
-Highly intelligent.
- Vast energy source.
-Heavy armor/Weaponry can be a hindrance then anything else.


RP Sample:
"Relax!" She pleaded and called to her fellow villagers, "This is not by any means the answer..this can be solved in peace rather then hate and aggression."
Before she could even continue her point, a male villager stepped foreword and raised his hand, grabbing the attention of the people gathered. "Then what say you when we are all murdered in our sleep! Then what? Just sit back on our hands and ask them to stop?"
Turning to the other villagers, he back stepped up onto the stage that Bernadette, getting louder to try and get his point across.
"People!! Those swine that pledge themselves to grix do nothing but raid our sisters and brothers on the borders of the town...little as once a month, but now its becoming more frequent! How soon before then come into the center of town? How long before they break down your doors and enter your homes? Take your wives and children and do away with there likings?"
At this, the men and women cringed, there thoughts going a mile a minute..thinking on his words, of actions that could keep them safer.
Before he continued, Bernadette spoke calmly and evenly. "You make a valid point Allen..but what do you suppose we do? Arm ourselves? Set a defense around our perimeter? Going as far as attacking them? Don't be foolish, for this could cause more of a problem then it's really worth.. our people are not suffering from lasting damage..they have each other, there health."
He shouldered past her, almost knocking her lean frame over..sticking out a hand to stop her.
"Do you see this people! She wants to "Talk" and make "Peace" with the people that injured us! Took our precious heirlooms that will never be reclaimed!
In fact...is she even set for leadership? She is no man, not willing to take action against these scum! I say! Heed my call! Let me lead you! We will claim revenge for our family! Set this..women back in place, look..she does not even have any proper equipment, nor sword nor axe."
Grabbing his axe with his hand he hoisted it into the air.."With this! I will lead!I will seek revenge, I will reclaim what was ours!" he cried, raising more then a few willing cries in the crowd, while the others remained undecided.
Enough was enough, she deiced...this would solve nothing, needless bloodshed it would be.
A show of power would have to be shown, if they thought that she could not protect them..they would be gravely mistaken.
Slipping within his comfort zone within a blink of an eye, she pressed two of her fingers between his eyes.
"Enough...sleep" she murmured, only loud enough for the two of them.
The axe dropped, and he collapsed on the floor. Collective gasps rang out from the crowd, especially his followers.
"Listen to me, and listen to me well.." She called deeply, raising her hands outwards..the ground shook with what she was doing, and with one motion the villagers turned to see what she was doing..
Two large trees uprooted from the ground..tearing it with ferociousness ..the roots slipping up from under the townspeople.
Breaths held as they turned there gazes up, the trees in her complete control over the people...then, with a jerk of her hands, sent the trees into the nearby woods...causing them to slam and make loud booming noise.
When they turned twords her, some looked on in envy..some with fear.
She then talked to every single one of them telepathically. "If grix's men come into this village to hurt us? Seek to destroy us? Then they will meet there demise..I will not let anymore of our people to be harmed, not while I continue to draw breath.
Let us talk, let us negotiate..see where not only I, but we as villagers can go peacefully. For the violence is not needed at the given moment. Do I make myself clear?" She asked in there minds.. silent. "I said...do I make myself clear!" She said a little louder, and within moments the villagers cheered on with battle cries, happy with there leader's order and reinforcement to her position.

RPC Name:
Leifang Caedlyn

Bloodline being applied for:
Kakurenbo

Strengths:
+Eating a heart grows a new tail. A new tail means a new ability.
+The use of illusion magic can destroy her opponent's mind.
+A very nice speed boost
+It is very easy for her to hide, becoming a Master lets her hide in plain sight.
+A fox form is obtained at Adept level.

Weaknesses:
+Being part of a cult doesn't make her too popular
+It is more difficult to hide from Draconians, Kiranu, and Werewolves because of her scent
+The mask is sacred and having it threatened leads to a frenzy or even cause her to freeze up.

Sample:

The sound of rapid footsteps echoed down the the near abandoned street. It was an early morning, the sun lighting down through the fog that rolled down the cobbled road, lethargically drugging the citizens into a sleepy state. But the figure dashing down the path was anything but tired; adrenaline rushed through her veins like a coursing river and pushed her forward into a speedy run. Behind her trailed several angry citizens, barely keeping up with her steady pace. Her single tail twitched in annoyance as she turned another corner only to find herself with the one dead-end she had been dreading.

What luck, she idly thought to herself, turning on her heels to face her pursuers. It was the usual rant; her ungodly habits of ripping the hearts out of poor, innocent citizens was too beastly and unpure to be tolerated any longer. She smirked behind her mask, her smugness hidden to the oblivious opponents. When she remained silent to their taunts and accusations, a man stepped forward with livid eyes.

"Why don't you speak? Can you not deny or accept the claims?!" Again, she remained silent. He looked confused, then enraged; her silence had no meaning without a face to make out the expression. "Show your face!" he growled over-dramatically, making a dash towards her, his hand reaching out to grasp her mask and tear it from her arrogant face.

Her hand instinctively caught his wrist. Only her red eyes peered through the exotic fox mask, piercing into his own with rage. "I wouldn't do that if I were you..." At once, multiple wounds began to slice across the man's skin and he scared in alarm. His companions' faces paled, watching the unseen attacks with fear polluting their eyes. As if all on cue, they turned and ran lest they were the next victims of the she-beast's cruelty.

Slowly, she released the man's wrists and the illusion faded. "So sorry about that," she growled with amusement. "You want to try and grab my mask one more time?" The man was shocked and stood still for several moments, as if reaching for some inlaid courage to turn his hand up. A twitch of a finger was all it took before she snarled and lunged forward, eager to claim another heart for her next tail.

[ooc: I hope this shall suffice and I promise later work will be much more fulfilling than this post.]

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RPC Name:Sama'el

Bloodline being applied for: vampire

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: strengths: they can see in the dark, they can regenerate, they are stronger and faster than humans.
Weaknesses: they can't be healed by holy means, water weakens them, and they need blood to survive.

RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample):
It was foggy, cold, and moist one night in an average sized trading city near jiaum mountain. Very few torches were still burning this late at night, not that it mattered in the slightest to Sama'el how much light there was. Even when he was a fledgeling, he could see in complete darkness. The tall vampire strode his way through the twists and turns of the intersections of the city, his black antivan leather boots gliding gracefully and silently over the wet cobblestones of the street. There wasn't enough moisture in the air to effect him right now, of which he was glad. What a tale that would be, the mighty Sama'el, slain by the humidity of the air. he thought to himself morbidly with a small chuckle. Sama'el began to notice something odd. His footsteps had seemed to grow louder, with a slight echo to them. Experementally, he changed the pace of his walk, giving his left leg a limp for a moment. As he had predicted, the gait of the echo was one beat off balance before it changed to his limping walk. Somebody was following him. Albeit, somebody experienced in stealth. After listening to this little warning bell in his head, he began to notice other things as well. Humanlike shadows near the rooftops and such. He smirked, and he decided he would walk right into the ambush that had been set up about three streets down from where he was. As predicted, a group of five muggers popped up from out of the doorways, dumpsters, shadows, and so forth. They all carried rusty weapons, and few of them looked like they could actually use them. The only intelligent looking one, the one that had been following him, stepped forward. He had an arrogant grin on his aristocratic face. His blonde hair was falling into his green eyes and he was the only one of the group that didn't have a gaunt looking face. There was however, a bruise right above his left cheekbone. "take everything off. give us your clothes and valuables or die." he said, taking a step forward and touching the gold circlet that hung suspended from a chain on Sama'el's neck. Sama'el bared his teeth, and the characeristic fangs were showing. He grabbed the man's wrist and refused to let go. "if you touch anything I own again, i'll squeeze your head to a bloody pulp with my bare hands." He said in a threatening voice, glaring at the man. If he wanted to, he could've simply snapped his wrist. just then, Sama'el felt a burning sensation in his abdomen. He looked down and saw there was a sword sticking out from his abdomen. Somebody from the group had stabbed him in the back. Sama'el gave an odd chuckle. He then reached behind him, grabbed the arm responsible for the action in question, and yanked him forward. He then let go of the other man's wrist and used both arms to propel the man that had backstabbed him forward and not just into, but through a brick wall. Meanwhile, the man that had tried to threaten him sent a very short and glittering blade of steel directly towards Sama'els heart. Sama'el, having a much longer reach and much more strength than the human, simply punched the man upwards in the face, sending his nose directly into his skull, and the man's body spasmed before he collapsed. Sama'el turned to face the remaining three, only to see them all fleeing from the scene. He shrugged, thirsty from the excursion. He was honestly glad the other three didn't fight. When he had killed the blonde, watter from a gutter had splashed all over him, weakening him. He stooped down to one of the corpses and began to feed, the warm crimson blood running down his throat. Feeling the vitality of that man in his veins made Sama'el feel terrific. He took off down the streets, deciding not to wait for any guards to arrive to investigate.

RPC Name: Cain (Mod Note: Being done due to removal of BL from inactivity as restricted BL)

Bloodline being applied for: Nightmare

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: Nightmares are fear incarnate, they are stronger than the average human and are able to create fear within the minds of their enemies. However, if they themselves become fearful, their power is cut.

RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample):

The plague armies were once again on the move. Large in numbers, they crushed the small villages outside of Ernya with ease. Those who were able to find refuge in the walls of the capital only found that it would become their tomb. Thats if nothing was done. The mindless soldiers of the damned marched at the gates, seeking nothing but death and torment for the living. However, what stood before them was more damned than the dark god himself. The demon king of Ernya.

Mindless was a term used for the plague warriors because they know no mercy. But confusion wrapped through the ranks as the dark fog. They squinted through their helmets to see a single man approaching. His eyes glowing red as he looked upon them. Sweat was already going down his neck; the sight of such a force would easily overwhelm his forces and his people would be slaughtered. His power began to drain, what could he do. The images of his people being cut to pieces...and the sight of...No. That would never happened. Rage and furry built up inside of him as he channeled his energy around him.

"Before I was afraid...now feel the fear that you YOURSELVES CREATED!"

The body of the man began to morph and change, muscles bulged and an unholy armor covered his whole self. The gun he weilded was too morphed to an unholy machine that was riddled with blades and emitted a foul aura. He turned to the first group of plague men. They were already quivering from his pressence and could barely hold their weapons. Immediatly he thrusted his hand, creating an invisible force of energy that entered into the minds of the damned. Their mouths foamed and their eyes went blank, rushing forward with blood curdling screams of terror and berserk fury. The demon king laughed as he side stepped them and with one fell swoop, sliced them with his gun. This was the power of the Demon King of Ernya, Cain von Kairn.

RPC Name: nothing with too much flair...i aim for 15 pieces

Bloodline being applied for: Kiranu

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline:
Quick, agile, ADD, Bipolar; all adequate terms to describe the Kiranu. With the addition of natural stealth, acute hearing and smell, the ability to see in the dark, and built in weaponry makes them ideal for rogue and assassin roles. Though they are overqualified in the stealth department, they do have their flaws. A naturally short attention span causes them to quickly loose sight of their objective and blow their cover. Despite this major set back, it can easily be countered by just taking the form of an average, everyday house cat.

[fun fact: the neko in the picture used for the bloodline is from a hentai called wordsworth]

RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample):
ok, so this was the BL i used before i left, it was the one i used in axiom, and well...you guys have seen me use it up, down, and until next tuesday...do i really need this?

RPC Name: Israfel

Bloodline being applied for: Fallen [Elementalist class]

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline:
>> Strengths

- Will be able to see energy at higher ranks [but can’t detect those with less than 100 energy]
- Capable of flight, with greater speed while flying
- Can block attacks with wings (based on rank)


>> Weaknesses

- Amputation of his wings would be immediately fatal
- Slow to heal

RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample):

The hypnotic droning of the cicadas drowned out nearly every other sound; he couldn’t even hear the dried leaves crunching under his feet or the whispered rusle of his wings as he drew them closer to his body. Here and there in the undergrowth were splatters of viscous blood, fresh and astonishingly bright against the muted browns and greens of the primeval forest. Perhaps it was still warm -- its owner had only recently shed it.

And somehow he’d lost her.

He gritted his teeth and paused, looking from the smears of blood to the surrounding trees. The bark had been worn away on many, and few retained their lower branches, but none of the damage was recent. Israfel couldn’t imagine how she’d disappeared – even a runty dragon like her shouldn’t have been able to traipse through the woods without leaving a very obvious trail of trampled vegetation behind.

Unless she hadn’t been moving in her proper draconic form.

He closed his eyes and glanced about surreptitiously. Out of the corner of his vision he could see a pale green, human-shaped glimmer of energy swell and start to morph into a much larger adversary. His eyes snapped open. A crackling bolt of fire, as bright and jagged as lightning, shot from his palm and coiled tightly around his forearm, becoming a searing whip in his hand. He cracked it experimentally, listening to it snap and sizzle even above the insects’ agitated buzzing, and glanced ahead.

He’d taken only a step forward when heheard the thunder of snapping brush and branches giving way. His wings flared out in alarm, the whip in his hand an arc of flame as it twisted around the dragon’s foreleg. She growled and jerked her leg back, yanking Israfel closer. The tendril of fire connecting the two dissipated, but in the next heartbeat he was knocked off his feet. Her tail curled around him, pinning his arms and wings to his sides, dragging him to her.

He scowled. At least she wouldn’t be able to get at his wings.

She inspected her trapped prey curiously, nosing him gently, her breath humid and fetid. She exhaled a spout of boiling steam and tilted her head. :Yield?:

The vines that had been curling sluggishly against her soft underbelly sprouted thorns and dug into her flesh. She yelped in pain and fell onto her side, clawing at the vines. Israfel freed himself from her grip and stumbled backwards. His eyes narrowed as he coaxed more vines into the fray, sending them to wrap around her leg, her wings… she disappeared, thrashing under the writhing mass of verdant growth.

:I yield!:

The guardian released the vines from his control and watched them fall still; he left the ground for only a second, the closeness of the trees limiting how far he could fly, and perched on a low-hanging branch. His sides ached. A draconian woman appeared at the top of the pile of vines, panting for breath. Her reptilian eyes narrowed when she spotted him and she sauntered over, glaring up at him. He waved lazily. Without wings in her humanoid form she was forced to claw her way up the tree. By the time she reached the branch above him, she was out of breath. They sat in silence until the cicadas quieted.

“You’re a pain.”

“Does that mean you don’t want to go for best out of three?”

Tiamis growled at the thought and dropped onto his branch; it creaked threateningly under their combined weight but held fast. He drew a wing between them as a makeshift shield, half-expecting her to spit fire, but she only pushed the separating wing away. “It’s a damn shame there aren’t any others like you around here for you to take it out on. You’re wearing me out.”

He frowned. “They’re all out waging war, I’m sure, like proper agents of chaos.”

“Don’t be sullen.” Her rebuke earned no response. She slid a taloned hand up his spine and rubbed at the joint where his wings met his shoulders. He relaxed under her touch. “You’ve never been much of a soldier.”

“I would be if Grix willed it.”

“He doesn’t.”

“Maybe he will.” His eyes opened. “Last time I spoke to a guardian, she told me that the old god was dying. ‘Couldn’t bear watching his children fight.”

“Is that so?” He confirmed it. She snorted softly. “Rykros has been dead for almost a decade, Israfel.”

“Yeah?” Bland indifference. “Nothing’s changed.”

Tiamis gave a harsh, barking laugh. “Nothing? What were the humans up to last time you paid any attention to them?”

He wracked his memory. “They were… planting. Do they think they’re in Pital’s lands?”

“It’s called farming.”

“Farming, right. Agriculture.” He tilted his head back and cracked his neck. “It’ll never catch on.”

Her barking laugh sounded again. “You’re a fool.”

He looked over sharply, a reluctant grin slowly growing on his face. If it had been anyone else, he would have likely shoved them from the tree and let them fall more than twenty feet. “You’re a fool for dealing with me, then. I’ll harass you for the rest of your life.”

A week later he would be asleep in his hibernaculum. When he woke, she would be long dead and the forest transformed into a Citadel of gleaming steel.

RPC Name: Allysa Redemptation

Bloodline being applied for: Idol

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: Idols are extremely weak when it comes to physical confrontation, even weaker than your average human. Their music has also been known to do damage rather than help, causing ear-splitting pain for some races of Rykros. Yet, their strengths are great. They not only have the power to use soundwaves for battle, but can help or manipulate others through song and music.

RP Sample: Eyes. They truly are the most beautiful, yet mysterious aspect of living creatures. It is said that if one were to stare into another's eyes for long enough, they would be able to see their soul. It is also said that eyes hold the truth of ones words, can mend a broken heart, and can even cause war. Blah, this world is full of such crap. Allysa's mind couldn't help but wonder how such beauty could come from eyes, as the ones surrounding her were nothing near beautiful. They looked at her, through her clothes, into her mind. The eyes around her only spoke one thing, and it was nothing pretty at all. They were met with wet lips, wagging tongues, and flaring nostrils. Hands began to extend towards the girl, reaching to grasp her for plainly indecent acts.

Not long before Allysa found herself in the current predicament, she was immersed in a whirl of content bliss. The city around her buzzed with activity, people doing anything from tedious daily tasks to daring financial expidentures. It was in such an area that Allysa felt best at home. The people ignored her, leaving her be as if she wasn't someone to look at. Sure, she had amazing looks, but that isn't what people often flocked to her for. She was an Idol, a musician and singer. Her voice carried something beyond beauty, and it reached out to most who heard. Allysa could make someone laugh one second, and cry the next. The power of music is strong, and the girl loved being able to control it as much as she could. The people around her were nothing but idiots and pawns, yet they had their uses. As she began to moved through the crowd, a sight for sore eyes caught her attention. Out of the corner of her eye, Allysa spotted a park, two streets over. Smiling inwardly, the girl headed over to the embrace of nature.

Upon arriving in the park, Alyssa immediately headed over to a larger rock that caught her eyes gaze. Jumping up to the top in two swift leaps, the girl sat down and placed her travelling bag beside her. From within its depths she pulled her most powerful weapon, the magical flute Saika. Taking out a cloth as well, the girl meticulously polished the flute until it glimmered under the suns rays. Only then did she notice that people were looking up at her, a man in what seemed like guard attire yelling at her to get down. Instead of listening like most regular people do, the girl instead raised the flute up to her mouth, breathing inwardly and releasing the breath softly into the instruments embrace. She began to play a Sonnet, one she called "Summer Love." As the notes began to pick up and spread in the air, the people below the girl began to calm. One by one their tight lips and furled eyebrows loosened and became relaxed, smiles breaking across their faces. Laghter spread through the people like wildfire, the small concert proven a success right from the beginning.

It was not until hours later that the music ceased, finishing as softly and peacefully as when it had begun. Soon the girl clambered down from the top of the rock, greeted with much applause and thankfulness. Even the guard clapped her on the back. Not that these people mattered much, but it was always good to know that she could still flip peoples switches with a mere collection of notes. Bored from sitting for too long, Allysa once again found herself roaming the streets, despite the darkness and cold that set in. Little did she know that not only her voice found admirers, but her body as well. Hearing the sound of footsteps behind her, following her at a good pace, and not falling behind, the girl made a run for it. She knew what following someone sounded like, as she was used to it by now. Street after street, alley after alley the girl ran, finally finding herself at a dead end. Turning around quickly, she found herself becoming surrounded by several men, all quite ugly and unwanted (by her personal opinion). Now she was stuck, and they were closing in, looking at her... With those eyes.

Watching the men very closely, Allysa began to prepare her counter attack. Letting her energy flow throughout her body, she began to concentrate it on three main areas. Her right foot, and both her hands. As the men closed in, her energy gathered faster and stronger. By the time they were upon her, she had finished her preperations. "You annoying ********. You really don't understand it do you, how much your disgusting bodies stink up the air, and ruin the world. But don't worry, I'm here to educate you, and then take care of the problem... By killing you." The girl's voice had turned sinister and dark, as if poison began to seep from her throat and lungs. The men paused for a second, confused. This was all Allysa needed. With a quick movement, she lifted her right foot, and brought it down hard on the ground. Immediately releasing her energy, the stop resonated and became a blast, hitting the men around her. They instantaneously became confused and disoriented, much to the girl's glee. Taking the energy gathered in her hands, she produced multiple sound waves, all razor-sharp in nature. Taking full advantage of her mess, Allysa began to release the sound blades from her hands, dancing around the men who were in such a stupor. Their screams managed to pervade the confusion, their pain real and deadly. Minutes passed with the Idol cutting at the men's bodies, blood slowly coating the surfaces around her, as well as herself. Crimson dotted her clothes and skin, yet she did not flinch from it once. In fact, if you watched her closely enough, you could see her licking at the crimson stains on her face. Some would call in insane, others unique. Whatever it is called, the girl likes it. The screams gurgled off one by one, the men dying from blood loss as it streamed out from under and over them onto the ground of dirt and stone. Standing there, alone now and covered in blood, Allysa began her last song of the day. Only bits could be heard from under her breath, but anyone would be perfectly tormented when hearing these lyrics. Perhaps you'd like to know...

...ood and guts...
Lose you... to the... tter
For all... mommy and da...
...st try to run.

Anyone would be afraid to say more of what they heard if you asked them, so we'll leave it at that for now.