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 Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 12:14 pm
Rpc Name: Nero Rockbell (To be created after bloodline Approval...)
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Feral
What you know about the bloodline: Your pretty much a badass Frankenstein
Rp Sample: The alarm sounded inside the facility, as the guards started to gather weapons and close the steel partitions. The facility was built on the basis of studying the unique bloodlines of the unique creatures of the world, but their newest specimen was more trouble than it’s worth. The specimens name was Nero Rockbell and the reason for his arrival was that he was a Feral, a person brought back from death. He was being studied from his miraculous abilities, like is immunity to pain but mainly for his partial immortality. He had only been there for a few days before several incidents occurred, making him being placed in a high security area. Several researchers were either severely wounded or were brutally killed and now Nero was finally trying to escape. As the guards waited near the entrance, the steel partition splitting the guards and the specimen the sound of gunshots and screams could be heard as the other guards tried to stop it, to no avail. Suddenly the sound of hammering hit the partition, as small dents appeared on it. On the other side of the partition, Nero left a trail of blood and death in his wake. Bodies crushed, torn, and split to pieces, blood spilled on the floor and walls forming puddles of crimson liquor. Nero stood at the partition, punching it over and over, his muscles oversized from his augmentation ability, he stopped as he looked at the partition. ”It’s a lot thicker than I thought it would be….” he said to himself as he looked over at one of the dead guards had a pack of cigarettes. He leaned down, picking up the pack and slid one out into his mouth and lit it taking a large puff as his left arm started to convulse, become larger and more muscular than it already was. He swung his fist into the partition, punching a clean hole straight through it, he looked through the hole counting the number of guards he had to get through for his freedom. ”One, two, three…..only thirteen? That’s kind of sad.” he said with a smirk as he unfastened the stitches on his stomach. Suddenly Nero’s intestines shot out from the hole, flying in various directions as it wrapped around one of the guards and pulled him against the partition. The other guards raised their rifles as the one captured guard screamed in pain for help. All of a sudden Nero’s are burst from the partition next to the guard and held him against the steel wall as his intestines retreated back into his body. The sound of screaming and bones breaking echoed as Nero pulled the guard in through the hole and partition breaking him in half as he made the hole bigger, just enough to step through.
”FIRE!” one guard yelled as they all began firing at the hole, the sound of bullets hitting a body sounded as the guards ran out of ammo trying to kill Nero. But to no avail as Nero stepped out, a thick layer of skin covering his body and him holding a guards corpse in front of him. He tossed the corpse aside as his arm returned to normal and his legs began to twitch as they became muscular. He jumped meters into the air as the skin peeled off his body with the jump as he landed behind the guards. He turned as he swung his fist to the side, knocking away 4 of the guards as he rose is head, and spit out a large spray of acidic bile. As the rest of the guards were hit by this bile their skin started to burn, as they screamed and tried to rub it off. Nero turned to the 4 guards he knocked away a second ago as he smiled he grabbed one of them by the wrist and then kicked them in the shoulder, ripping off their arm in the process. He screamed and flailed in agony as Nero inspected the arm and then tossed it to the side. The other three guards ran for their lives as Nero reached into the guards face and ripped out one of his eyes and then ripped off another limb again and again until he got bored. With his freedom in reach Nero restitched his stomach closed and headed out of the facility to do whatever he pleased.
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 11:26 am
sinner: Denied. The sample is fine but you need to answer me seriously about what you know about Ferals, because I don't see any mention of their weaknesses here.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 2:42 pm
Rpc Name: Claire Locheart
Nation: Sutami
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Glacian
What you know about the bloodline: Glacians use ice and snow as their weapons. They have white/blue hair, pale skin, and cold personalities. They hate fire, and thus the Phoenix bloodline is there mortal enemy. Stealth is almost impossible for Glacians because wherever they go there is a decrease in temperature plus they do not excel in close combat.
Rp Sample: Walking down the quiet street, Claire placed one foot in front of the other as she balanced on the ledge of the sidewalk; it was something she liked to do when there was nothing else to do, it kept her occupied and required a little skill to do it without falling. As she passed by a bumping night club, a group of odd looking individuals stumbled onto the sidewalk and bumped into her sending her to the ground. Getting to her feet she identified the individuals as creatures of the night, there was a few vampires a werewolf, and a feral amongst them, As she got back to her feet, they closed in, surrounding her as they stumbled around, obviously drunk or high on something, "Well look what we have here, a cute Glacian all alone in the dark" one of them spoke as he grabbed her arm tightly and attempted to pull her in closer.
She resisted and pulled away, stumbling backward into another one of them, who grabbed a hold of her arms and held her as the others began to close in, "Let me go you b*****d!" she yelled, irritation in her naturally cool and calm voice. They didn't listen, a mistake on their part. With a kick to the groin of the man holding her, his grip released and her arms were free to grab the two guns holstered on each side of her thighs. She then held them straight out and fired without reservation at the two nearest, who fell clutching their shoulders, where the bullets had been fired. From her side the werewolf took form and jumped at her, knocking away her guns, and knocking her to the ground. As the werewolf was in mid jump over her she extended her hand and quickly condensed the moisture in the air into a baseball sized snowball, which she fired into the abdomen of the werewolf and sent it flying backward.
She then jumped to her feet and went for her guns but her path was blocked by the feral. Jumping back she condensed the are around her into snowflakes shaped like shuriken, then with the wave of her hand she fired them into the feral, who didn't seem to notice and instead, began to charge a spell; fire by the looks of it. She hated fire. Quickly she condensed the air once more this time into the size of a bowling ball and fired, just as the feral released its spell.The two collided, but the fire spell was much more powerful and simply melted the ice. Kneeling down she placed her hand on the ground and began to form a wall that was about five feet tall and five inches thick. She realized that it wouldn't do much against a fire spell, but it would be just enough for her to clear her head. As the spell collided with the wall of ice and began to quickly melt it. Rolling to the side past the wall, Claire spotted the Feral and placed her hands together and began to charge what seemed like an energy beam, which she then fired at the feral, instantly freezing it as the beam of ice stuck. With that the others fled, and Claire returned to her little game of balancing on the sidewalk.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 2:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 8:55 pm
Ok then...
When you stitch someone to you, you are slower. If I get stabbed through the heart I will die (Its the one I chose instead of my head). Parts that are outside my body still decompose. (That doesn't count for ones inside does it?) I can't be healed (except as a berserker) and can't be certain classes.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 9:08 pm
sinner: Accepted, and yes I believe any alien parts you add to yourself, whether they're inside or not, do decompose with time. You're dead. All dead things decompose.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 9:11 pm
I had to ask seeing as it isn't very clear in the bloodline section.
See:
Parts that are not really out body parts will naturally decompose (Two months)
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 6:16 am
Rpc Name: Undecided.
Nation: Rogue
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Draconian
What you know about the bloodline: A race of folk who are constantly in a half-draconian state but can shift into full-on dragons at higher ranks. Have enhanced strength at the expense of speed on the ground.
Rp Sample:
"Unn, go away, I'm trying to sleep..." grumbled the green haired draconian boy, as he lay, curled up on grass by one of the roads out from the bustling trade town he had just left. A dark brown cloak concealed the entirety of his body from view, done so to hide his identity as a draconian, unfortunately it had done him more harm than good. Normally, his status as one of the scaled kin would have brought him much unwanted attention in town but scared off any would be muggers or bandits, however in concealing his identity to keep a low profile he had also lost his ward of fear that would have kept these low-lives away.
"I said get the hell up and hand us all your stuff, punk, or do you want me to kill you?" snarled the bandit as he loosed a bolt from his crossbow, the projectile soaring just over the draconian boy's head and landing mid-shaft deep in the earth on the side of his head. The two other bandits with the man crossbow chuckled at the threat made by their boss as the boy rose his head, so his gaze could meet theirs', contempt and annoyance splashed across his countenance.
One arm shifted under his cloaked, removing the binds that held it to his body as he slowly pushed himself off the ground, and in a flash the cloak was thrown up into the air as the lad revealed his Draconian heritage; his hands turned to large dragon claws; the scales glistening in the afternoon sunshine. One bandit turned and fled straight away, the thought of fighting a draconian too much for him, however the other and his leader stayed firm.
The leader raised his crossbow so that it was pointing directly at the boy's chest before firing a bolt, anticipating the attack the Draconian stretched his wings before flapping them furiously sending a gust of wind to repel the bolt. The bandit leader braced himself against the gust as his remaining lackey moved and tried to come at the boy from the side with his scimitar. Wings still flapping, the lad took to the air and zipped high into the sky, directly in the beams of the sunlight, the bandit lackey trying to follow him with his eyes but blinded, the draconian began descending again and landed behind the bandit with a loud thud. The lackey turned with a scream, swinging with his scimitar but the boy ducked under the attack and grabbed the man's sword arm with one of his fierce, black-scaled claws and held it firm, before reaching out with his other claw to encircle the man's neck and crush it along with his spine. The lad kicked away the soon-to-be-dead bandit, as he gasped for for air, clinging on to the last vestiges of life.
The leader had recovered from the gust and was desperately trying to load another bolt into his crossbow, but the boy was done with this all, no one disturbed this draconian's naps!
With a ground shaking roar, the lad's eyes shifted from a steely blue to a vibrant yellow as he suddenly began to shift into his true form, scales spreading down his arms to meet his claws as he began glowing a bright yellow, a light radiating from his body in a burst, before encapsulating him in a shell of energy. The ball of energy began to expand immensely before seeming to solidify and began to crack as an enormous black dragon exploded from within the energy cocoon, which had begun to dissipate with the emergence of the draconian in his true form. The black dragon stared down at the quivering bandit leader, who'd dropped his crossbow and fallen onto his back, screaming as he tried to shuffle away on his a**. The boy had no qualms with killing this scum and crushed the man under one giant black claw.
He sighed, the whirlwind of breath emanating from his maw in his dragon form rustling the grass in the area; now he was really tired.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 7:33 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 9:22 pm
Rpc Name: Karea Seibetsu [Character profile under construction]
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Succubus
What you know about the bloodline: Succubus' use their body, charm and sexuality to render the prey near useless under her sexual 'hypnosis'. Their attachments to their Masters are strong bonds of love and sexuality and once the Master is killed off or missing, the Succubus will become flustered and helpless to itself, or depressed until a new Master is taken in.
Rp Sample: Red eyes stared down the path ahead as the two guards on each side, both female, held a leash in both hands as they walked her into the lab. Karea pouted, seeing as though all the workers in the building were female. Being a succubus, she hungered for a man. It was in her nature to seek out and fill her lust with the love and soul of a man. Once into the lab they fitted her with white undergarments and a black top, leading her into a smallish glass box with a wide door on the other side. "Alright, send in the first subject." A voice echoed over the intercom and next thing she knew, a male walked in. Hearts nearly sprung into her eyes as she smiled and clasped her hands together. One of the many female guards allowed him into the same room and shut the door to the glass box behind her. Karea took use for the chair in the box and pushed it over to the man before knocking him backwards into it.
~Im going to skip the more...graphic stuff for those virgin eyes in the guild.~
A moment later the man seemed unharmed but in a daze. Guards around the room took notes on everything they saw, her techniques and movements and her eagerness to change her position. The dance of the succubus wasnt all too deadly, but more demanding of energy from human boys, other classes might have lasted longer, and to Karea's dissappointment with todays catch...This human seemed futile. Clothing herself once more, Karea smiled and pulled a small blade from within her stockings. "She's attempting to escape!" The guard's scattered as the room started to glow red with the lights and sirens of the alarm. The women of the lab attempted to close Karea inside the box, sealing the door shut with wooden planks and plaster board. "How annoying.." Karea muttered under her breath as she took flight. Aiming herself at the door she sped off, using her arms to block herself as she busted through the stain-glass door and into the open lab. Panic seemed to rise throughout the women around her. "Anyone want to play with me?" Her tongue ran over the edge of her blade and she smirked. Hours went by and the lights eventually hung by small wires, flickering as their power was slowly drained. Karea sat atop a few crates stacked up in the corner, her blade sticking out from one of the woman's corpses. "Aww...Over so soon?" Her eyes blinked, looking up at the last working camera and smiled to it, waving gently before herself and her blade disappeared through a window.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 12:28 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 7:38 pm
Rpc Name:Mizuna Magami
Nation:Kranila
Rank:Trainee
Bloodline applied for: glacian
What you know about the bloodline: I know that where ever they walk instantly cold, so the ground freezes. I know that their bodies fused with the ice,they tend to avoid hand to hand combat
Rp Sample:
under construction
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 9:12 pm
crying glaceon isn't joining a glaceon friendly enviroment....booo
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 1:55 pm
Rpc Name: Allenthros "Allen" Takumuri
Nation: Yuran
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Chimera
What you know about the bloodline: They basically fight and take other people's limbs, and parts of their bodies and places it on themselves and gains some kind of ability from said bloodline, but not all abilities.
Rp Sample:
Allen's creepy smile on his face, showed fangs that seemed to have come from some weird animal of sorts with sharp canines. He smiled looking at the chained up body of the vampire on his table. "Mister Vampy, I would like to thank you for donating your fangs." He said to him, grabbing his tools and pulling the fangs off the vampire. The Vampire yelled in agony, and then Allen shone a bright light that was similar to the sun's rays on the vampire, causing it to burn continuously. Allen with the fangs in his hands now would remove his own teeth, and replace them, he could feel the vampiristic instincts coming in slowly, with a smile on his face even more creepy than before he went off to search for something, or rather someone. Another victim that could fall to him.
Allen walked up to the unsuspecting two, a Seer, as well as a Dragon. With a creepy signature smile Allen was on the Seer, prying it's right eye out with his hand. Pulling it right from her eye socket, removing his own eye and then replacing it right then and there he turned his head to look at the Dragon. "Your afraid, I can tell." He said with his creepy smile, the Dragon was only a kid, as was the seer, so they would obviously be scared. "Don't worry, I only want your wings." Allen laughed as he spun a knife in his pocket around and out. Slashing off the wings of the Dragon quickly and easily, then placing them on himself. He felt the uses of each three bloodlines coming in to him. He quickly began to hide them, using his Genetic Mask Skill to prevent others from knowing he ever changed himself. Since no one had seen what happened, and the Dragon boy was probably scarred for life now, he had nothing to worry about as he walked off normally.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 9:48 pm
Rpc Name: Typhon Edarryu
Nation: Kranilia
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Draconian
What you know about the bloodline: Draconians are pretty much half dragon race. They have monstrous strength and tough scales to protect themselves from some damage. They can turn parts or their entire body into dragon form, growing immense strength. They also tend to have different appearance based on their elements and breath different types and color depending on their element as well. However, they are sleepy by nature and by transforming fully they need rest. They have soft bellies so it is their weak spot. They are slow on land but make up for it when they are in flight.
Rp Sample: Typhon brought his forearms up in time to block the punch, the skin striking his scales making the connection painful. He wasn't a beserker like his brother, but he was more dangerous in different ways. The fighting pulled back and went to one leg, kicking at his side to strike him hopefully where it would be easier to damage. This time, Typhon turned slightly to the side so the more scaled side of him would meet the foot, and as soon as it connected his arm went down pinning it to his side. His free arm reached back and pulled out a crossbow, aiming from hip and fired with expertise. The man yelled in pain as several "special" arrows tore into him, one in the kidney, one in the right lung, and one in the belly button. Not just injury, but poison was searing through the body. Slowly paralyzing it. The man dropped to one knee and looked up in time to see Typhon's tail whip around his neck, the scales shredding the skin as the man could feel himself be tugged upwards, just so his face can be on the recieving end of his opponent's dragon transformed arms. The claw hollowing out his head, bones and flesh shredding through the nails until a deep hollow wound was left. Letting out a victorious roar, Typhon's dragon like foot came down on the head, smashing what was left of it like a pumpkin and took flight into the sky, goldish brown scales flashing in the light as the draconian headed back home.
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