Rpc Name:Azéma Vyacheslav Kiska Level:I Style applied for:Four Winds What you know about the style:Err. . .Is that a trick question? I don’t know jack s**t x’D LOL JK. This style focuses on the four great winds (Their names be the four directions MMPH) When you are training for this ability in the first stage the individual must be at high altitudes and remain absolutely still. . .you know, TO FEEL DAT WIND! Rp Sample: The male's thoughts were elsewhere, more or less the shambles known as his own mind. 'DANCE CRY WORK!'Remi screamed at the main personality. Azéma paid him no heed, only staring at the chicken s**t personality known as Suiren. Her lips moving but nothing really coming out . . .or he really just tuned out the weak voice. 'Will both of you shut the ******** up?! s**t!'the male shouted. Suiren's head raised upward to stare at the blameless vermilion sky, obsidian clouds floating about slowly. 'I think that someone's coming, Azéma. . .'His head turned slightly as he tuned back into reality. It seemed he felt a disturbance in the wind. . .sadly enough he was standing in the middle a wooded area completely still . .like a freak. Was this a Joke? LOL NOPE. His positioning changed to where he was light on his toes, one hand forced outward as he pushed himself back from the sheer force of wind; barely getting out of the way. A barrage of knives were sent into an innocent tree. . .the b*****d thing about it."You know. . ."he trailed off regaining his 'I don't care' posture. His sanguine eyes examined the troglodyte that was to his right."You could have just asked for a fight~"The insane male cooed.
"C'mere."he stated all too casually, his hand raised slowly to point towards this opponent, another set of knives flying towards him, he didn't even bother to move, two knives sinking into his flesh. He gave a large grin, snatching his hand back only to bring the male towards him. His eyes were laden in boredom. . .then a glint of pure madness appeared in his eyes; this being Remi. Before the male barreled into him, a fist was slammed dead center of this assailant's maw. "HOW ABOUT A BIT OF RECONSTUCTION?!"he cackled. Due to his current state; he was only worsening the wounds in his other arm. His left leg moved, a shift of pain surging through his leg from the torn tissue around the knife protruding from his thigh.
Stumbling backwards, this fool drew yet another blade, Azéma's eyes set on the knife that protruded from of his arm, flashing a disgustingly pleased smirk as he grasped the handle. in a quick move of the hand he wrenched the blade out, throwing it to the ground.". . .I want more, where are ya goin?"the currently masochistic male asked. This man wanted to make Azéma give chase? Then a chase he would get though he never answered his inquiry. The male grabbed the other blade that was lodged into his thigh, ripping it out as well; this time releasing a sound of pure ecstasy. Clenching the blade, the injured male took off after him, his incredulously light footsteps were only matched by his speed in means of intensity. "You're boring!!"his maniacal, high pitched laughter echoing throughout the small area afterward. He was waiting for his chance. . . his perfect moment.
The male jumped upwards, he made a downward gesture as the man reached the peak of his leap, slamming the fool back down on his arse. With his impending approach, Azéma slowed his locomotion stopping in one step from the man's embarrassing position, driving his foot into his side. This kick alone held enough force to flip him over twice. The obscene adolescent stomped his foot down on the male's vulnerable abdomen; a high pitched scream coming from him."I want to hear you scream louder. . .LOUDER DAMNIT!" Another stomp, then another . . . and another. 'aReN'T You HaViNG FuN?!' Remi screamed at Azéma, Suiren holding her head and mumbling for him to stop."Yeah, Yeah hurry up."In the mean time, Azéma's body was now on top of his next victim, these crazed eyes that belonged to his other personality traced small lines along his neck with the dagger. "I'm thinking of a number between one and ten. . .if you guess it I'll let you go." he cooed right into his ear, the bruised male's eyes widening in fear. He thought about it but finally hesitated an answer. "I-Is it seven. . .?" If it were even possible. . .the grin on Azéma's face grew. He dug the blade into the male's throat, smirking"You were close. . .it was eight~" he sung as he continued to mutilate the body, appearing to bathe himself in this gory mess he was creating.
Techs used:
- Wind Reading - Western Wind: Push - Eastern Wind: Greater Pull - Northern Wind: Fall
Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 3:34 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 2:26 pm
Rpc Name: Silvia Serena Level: Style applied for: Lunar Dance What you know about the style: -People with Gene- X have a liking for the moon, especially the light -Ki techniques in this style seem to glow like moonlight -the owners ki usually turns black or white and sparkles -usually dont use a weapon with this, but if user does, it usually works best with a scythe Rp Sample:
Silvia walked down a darkened street, lit only by a few street lights here and there. The streets were deserted, due to the fact that it was a late hour, well late for those who lived by the day and not the night. Looking into the sky her silver hair blew over her shoulder, the moonlight shining off of it, giving it a light glow. Closing her eyes she spread her arms out as she took in the light off the moon, she could feel it on her light, cool skin.
AS she stood under a street lamp, it started to flicker on and off slightly, giving off a buzzing sound around her. A creature in black stood a few feet behind her, his mouth hung open, showing his sharp razor teeth as his red eyes shown threw the darkness around him. The creature started to walk towards her, as it removed its hands from the pockets of hte jacket he was wearing, revealing claws stained in blood. The creature its self looked to be like a normal human, but its skin was as dark as the darkness around it. Soon it started to charge towards her, as its arm lifted into the air ready to strike.
Silvia could sense the creature near her as it started to get closer to her. it could have been the smell that gave it away, or the fact that it wasnt very silent at all, either way, she was ready for it. Her right hand started to glow as she spun around quickly, her fingers straight into hte air as she swiped her palm across the creature. Her ki followed suit behind her as it created a glowing arch as it followed the pattern of her hand, blocking the creature. As the arch reached the creature it hits its mark and she smiled. Looking back she frowned as all that was in its place was the jacket it wore.
Spinning to her left she could see the creature better, it wore no clothing and had no distinguishing features to see if it was male or female. Its ears were pointed straight into the air as it snarled at her. "well, arent you an ugly thing" she said with a smile. letting out a small laugh the creature stepped back and disappeared into the darkness around her. Silvia smiled "think that will save you?" she said as she held her hands out as she gathered her ki into her hands, as it started to glow brighter behind her. Darkness was never a problem for her, more of like, it was her friend. Quickly she opened her hands more, causing hte light to shine brightly around her, illuminating everything, limiting all shadows. Looking to her right, the creature stood right next to her hand, its arm stretched above its head as it brought it down and swiped at her, knocking her forwards about 5 feet from her original spot.
Lifting her head up to look at the creature she growled and stood up before the creature had time to react and brought her hand up infront of her. Her ki gathered once again in her hand for a final attack as it launched forwards in a laser like beam and hit hte creature in the chest. Smiling Silvia walked towards the creature and looked threw the hole in its chest. "that didnt last long" she said in a bored tone and turned walking away from lifeless body that fell onto the floor.
Abilities used: -Swipe -Illuminate -Moon Beam
Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 7:33 pm
Rpc Name: Jonathan Harlech Level: 1 Style applied for: The dark portal style What you know about the style: The style mainly centers around your ability to create portals to a 5th dimensions. You gain the ability to put things into the portal, pull gross looking creatures out, and gain some of the powers of one of the great old ones in the form of dark matter. You get stronger in the style every time you create a portal to the 5th dimension, look at the great old one, and establish a stronger psychic connection. As you go farther into the style, you have more of a chance to become kind of insane. Rp Sample: Nathan walked down the hallway muttering to himself and looking darkly at the people around him. "No I won't do that, and you can't make me." He whispered heatedly at the empty space to the right, as if he were talking to a person that wasn't really there. He continued to walk down the hallway, every so often looking over to his right, and getting visibly more angry. <******** you, and your s**t!" He yelled, swinging his fist at the unseen figure, and punched at one of the people who were walking down the hall. The person stumbled off to the side because of the unsuspected hit, and quickly turned towards Nathan. "Your gona pay for that." He growled, and swung the point of the spear that he was carrying around so that it was pointing at Nathan. "No, wait, I didn't mean to punch you. I was just trying to punch him." Nathan pointed at the empty space next to him.
The fighter narrowed his eyes, looking none too convinced, and tried to stab at Nathan with the point of his spear. Nathan quickly backed away and narrowly avoided the spear point. He tried to get him to stop, and explain that he didn't mean to do it. But the spear wielding warrior wouldn't listen to him, and kept stabbing at the spaces he was in moments ago. Nathan poured his ki out into his body, and caused a dark black aura to start radiating from his body. He focused some of his ki out of his body a condensed it next to him into a round portal. A long black arm protruded out of the portal, followed by a faceless horned head, then large wings that immediately stretch out to their full length, and swung down, causing the faceless creature to propel it'self out of the portal. It quickly flew around the fighter, and tried to slash him with its clawed hands. The fighter tried to keep the flying monstrosity at bay with his spear, and tried to stab when ever he saw the chance. Th first four attempts didn't find their mark, and his arms were starting to bleed all over from the faceless monsters claws. Nathan watched as the fighter desperately tried to stab, and started concentrating his ki into his leg, waiting for the best time to strike. Then when the fighter finally found his mark, impaling the head of the spear into the monster, he froze as he the blood curdling shriek that came from the faceless monster. It was at that point Nathan came running in and kicked with his leg. He kicked not to inflict damage but transfer the dark matter that he had collected into his leg, and shove the fighter away from him. The spear wielder stumbled away from Nathan and quickly turned, clearly more angry than he was a moment before. He slowly came a few paces closer, raising his spear to strike at Nathan again, but then froze in place. He wasn't looking at Nathan anymore, but just over his shoulder and looked absolutely terrified. Without a single word the fighter turned around, and ran down the hall away from Nathan. Nathan looked over his shoulder at the spot the fighter was looking but didn't see anything. Not that he was expecting to, it was just one of the side affects that happened when people were exposed to dark matter. He just looked over to his side and glared at the empty air. "We'll finish this later."
Skills: Dark Pact Night Gaunt Insanity Strike, Level 1
Rpc Name: Oakley Epsilon Level: One Style applied for: CARBON DEATH What you know about the style: People that use this style have a thick skin—literally. It’s not all keeping a stiff upper-lip and taking the high road, no sir. Those practicing Carbon Death master the art of manipulating the carbon in their own bodies and transferring it to their exterior, where it creates a nearly impenetrable armor. Carbon Death fighters need to be strong mentally and physically; they must possess an intense self-awareness in order to concentrate on the aspects of their bodies that they want to shield. This style probably best befits someone who is used to utilizing their body rather than a weapon to fight, since Carbon Death transforms the body into a veritable weapon anyway (and renders some weapon use difficult if not impossible, as is the case with the Carbon Claw move). As the warrior progresses in this style, he will be able to manifest a greater surface area of carbon shell. He will also be capable of sculpting more complex weaponry from his body as he gains experience. The path to becoming a great Carbon Death fighter is arduous and painful. It won’t exactly feel like a trip to the spa as the fighter learns to manipulate his carbon; the process of moving carbon around is excruciatingly painful at first and thus not for the faint of heart. At the final stage of this style, the fighter will be able to cover themselves completely in carbon armor and take on a fearsome appearance that will most likely make others scream and pee themselves in abject terror. Rp Sample: Oakley did not regret taking Gene-X. Nope. Not at all. Regret was something you felt after accidentally running over the neighbor’s beloved dog with your new car, or after getting caught stealing, or after totally bombing a test you really should have studied for. No—Oakley didn’t regret injecting that awesome serum into his body whatsoever. But he was maybe starting to rethink his life choices and running his mouth when he shouldn’t have. Because he was probably about to get his a** kicked into next Tuesday by one of the most dangerous son-of-a-b*tches he’d ever had the misfortune to meet.
The S.O.B. in question practically snarled as he glared at Oakley from the other end of the hallway. The dude had fire (FIRE!) writhing around both fists with such intensity that Oakley could feel the sweltering heat even from ten yards away. This guy wanted to incinerate Oakley like a marshmallow. “Uh, you know, this isn’t really necessary,” Oakley pleaded. Fire-man only barked out a humorless laugh and treated the hopeful peacekeeper to a murderous stare that would have melted through solid lead. Without another word, Fire-man launched into battle yelling at the top of his lungs. He charged down the hallway swinging like a windmill—
Oakley reached for the buried power of his Ki—
A dull thud followed by a howl of agony rang through the walls as Fire-man’s blazing knuckles collided with the abruptly rock-hard surface of Oakley’s right forearm with full, staggering force. In a split second—with a short flash of agony—Oakley had manifested a gauntlet of onyx carbon that extended down his elbow to the tips of his fingers. And Fire-man had just about fractured the metacarpals of his left hand upon impact. “You might need to go to the infirmary now,” said Oakley, smiling weakly. His foe bellowed in his face and just swiped with his right fist instead. So much for manners. Oakley ducked and just barely managed to avoid having his face taken off. The acrid stench of burned hair permeated the space as Fire-man’s wild Ki singed the top fuzz of Oakley’s ‘do. And the crazed dude kept coming. Oakley moved his right arm up and down, left and right, attempting to block the worst of his challenger’s assaults. Sweat poured down his face and neck; it felt as if he were battling in a volcano, the heat nearly suffocating him. Flames didn’t burn his armor, but rogue sparks scalded the exposed skin of his biceps.
“HYAAAHHH!!!” Fire-man snuck past Oakley’s defenses and plowed his aching left hand into Oakley’s chest—shoving Oakley backward as if he’d been hit by a train: a train engulfed that had just come from the goddam molten center of the Earth. Breath exploded from Oakley’s lungs and made the blaze on Fire-man’s hands flicker as the poor guy fell flat on his butt—smoke curled into Oakley’s face from his now charcoaled shirt—the flesh of his chest felt like a freshly seared steak—Fire-man lunged toward the prone brunette boy with hot-poker fingers outstretched—and without thinking Oakley coiled back his carbon-covered right arm and punched for all he was worth—
Fire-man’s nose gave a satisfying crunch—
“Sorry!” Oakley cried out. He bent his legs and sprang back to his feet, arms positioned in one of the simple defense postures he’d first learned at his MMA classes. Fire-man hissed (actually hissed) and charged once more, ignoring the scarlet pouring down his chin. He cocked his left arm at a right angle before hurling a massive column of fire from his elbow recklessly at Oakley’s head. Oakley spun to the side—catching an agonizing clump of flame on the edge of his right shoulder—and focused his carbon into both hands, carbon shrinking from his right arm and instead sculpting gloves of ebony death. The barbeque demon rushed Oakley again, twin palm-sized suns slicing around so fast he could have spelled his own name if he weren’t trying to kill Oakley. A fist sailed toward Oakley’s nose to return the bloody favor. Oakley reached up and caught the flaring projectile square in his left palm. And squeezed.
The flames disappeared instantly as Fire-man processed the ungodly pain, leaving the air surprisingly cold. Oakley looked straight into his opponent’s wild eyes. A trickle of blood from Fire-man’s unlucky nose ran down his knuckles. His surely shattered fist trembled in Oakley’s iron grip. Holy crap. Had Oakley just . . . won?
Apparently not. Just as the sweet glow of victory was lighting the boy’s cheek, another older student wrenched him away from the teary-eyed barbeque demon. “Nice moves,” the student said slyly. Oakley would have thanked him—except the student struck out with an unexpectedly powerful flame-fist strike. The gloves that had stopped Fire-man crumbled into nothing when the new enemy’s attack hit.
Rpc Name: Mamoru Shigehito Level: Style applied for: Dark Portal What you know about the style: (If you put "everything" it will be denied on the spot) The user develops increased insanity when they first learn the style and any more stages of the style. This effect can be stalled by performing a ritual that requires the death of a fellow human being. They must be laid face up and stabbed in the chest, which should appease the old ones. The user is able to open rifts in the dimension that leads to a fifth dimension that enables the user to manipulate dark matter. This matter can be used to open portals, summon creatures of horror and other abilities. Users of this style can't create custom skills or weapons for it. For a user of this style to use its abilities it must either use the dark pact, bond, fusion or ascension that skill must be of the same rank as the fusion rank. Rp Sample: (at least 2 paragraphs of at least 10 lines using said style) Mamoru staggers through the packed streets of Tokyo as he frantically glances around his immediate area as the feeling of paranoia caused by his style. He bellows out loudly,"Come out you damn b*****d. I know your there!" as he whips around trying to locate the being stalking. The citizens around him stare bug-eyed at him, while he watches a dark version of himself appears before him. The evil-version of Mamoru grins maliciously,"Now is that anyway to treat someone that has been with you since this all began" as a dark purple energy engulfs it. Mamoru stares wide-eyed at the evil being before him causing him to point at the being only he was able to see, which result at people staring directly at him. His dark version of himself smirks sadistically as it disappears into a rippling wave of the air directly behind it.
The citizens around him stare wide-eyed as he shouts randomly at into the air, while an armed officer tries to sub-due him. A few seconds later a man in a black suit appears out of the crowd drawing a black bat, while he states,"Well I've finally found you Mamoru!" as he charges at him with the bat posed to strike. Mamoru whips around as he looks at the man charging with a bat posed to strike. His hand glows dark purple as flies through the air before disappearing into the rippling air beside him. His balled fist slams into Yaji's side causing him to whip around to the side, while the hand disappears back through the rippling portal. Mamoru grins darkly as Yaji staggers away off course before slamming the bat into Mamoru's foot having been knocked off course from his original course.
Mamoru howls in pain as the bat slams into his boot covered foot, which causes Mamoru to charge his fist with the dark matter. Mamoru reels back his fist as he slams it downward into Yaji's shoulder as he tries to straighten up after having successfully slammed the bat into Mamoru's foot. The resulting blow from Mamoru causes Yaji to stumble backwards, while Mamoru growls in annoyance at Yaji before he limps toward him. The dark purple aura increases in sizes before a dark portal with black swirling energy around the edge appears in the center of Yaji's body. He stops a few feet away from Yaji after limping a few feet to get to him before he states darkly,"Good bye Yaji" as the portal vanishes in a swirling mass taking Yaji's torso with him, which causes his limbs to fall to the ground before the crowd around him screams in panic. Mamoru laughs manically as he fades into the horrified crowd.
Rpc Name: Umbra Exitium Level: 1 Style applied for: Bloody Razor What you know about the style: (If you put "everything" it will be denied on the spot) With this style, one can center thier ki upon thier bloodstream, using the cuts upon thier body as a weapon with thier blood. Though, given that the normal blood count for a person is on average 12 pints, one must be careful not to draw more than 4 pints from thier body, treating each drop as if it were a treasure of sorts. However, as the person grows stronger in level, they may find that thier blood can be used to create weapons at level 2, yet thier count is doubled at level 4, making it so they can use 8 pints instead of the normal 4. Yet, once they enter stage 5, they become a vampyric in a matter of speaking, needing to avoid the light of the sun and drink the blood of others on a daily basis while the transformation completes itself. Rp Sample: (at least 2 paragraphs of at least 10 lines using said style) Having been knocked unconcious a couple hours previous, Umbra found himself awakening only to see himself bound by ropes around his form, his abductor laughing rather evilly in his face. With a growl, he spoke in a soft tone. "What the hell do you want with me? Why would you try to abduct someone like myself?" After asking this question, Umbra came to notice that a cut had been formed along his left shoulder, the crimson shade of his blood seeming to flow freely, this causing a smirk to touch his lips. "No matter, you shall soon see why it was a bad idea to make such a feeble attempt to kidnap me." With those words, Umbra soon focused his ki upon the open wound, drawing upon the crimson mass in a small stream of sorts, only to whip it around his body in what would be shown as the crimson cutter technique, using this to break the ropes that bound him. However, once he freed himself of the bonds, he soon began to draw his fingers along the wound, only to coat them with the bloody substance. He knew he had to be careful though, not wanting to use too much of his blood, given the consequences could cause him to pass out from such measures. Once he coated the blood upon his fingers, he soon brought the ki enhanced blood to flick forwards towards his abductors eyes, using this as a blinding technique, yet more commonly known as seeing red.
Had the blinding effect taken its mark, Umbra soon brought his fingers back upon the wound, he began to draw the blood upon his fingers in a bullet shape of sorts, a smirk touching his lips before shooting it towards his abductors chest with such speed, that with the mark it had intended to hit, would soon cause the person to keel over, short of breath, yet in a rather noticable amount of pain as well. This cost but 1/4 a pint of his blood, yet Umbra felt that it was well worth it, given the circumstances that he'd been in. Yet, even as Umbra finished doing this, he seemed to notice that the blood had began to trickle down his left arm, a rather soft sigh of sorts seeming to pass through his lips, his focus weaving upon his blood, only to bring it back within his form. This would stop the bleeding for a time, yet for how long, Umbra didn't know as he soon made his way out from where his abductor had taken him, moving to seek out a place to where he may heal from his wounds.
Abilities Used -Crimson Cutter -Seeing Red -Blood bullet -Lifeforce Repression
Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 8:58 am
Rpc Name: Cole S. Steel Level: 1 Style applied for: Carbon Death
What you know about the style: ability to manipulate, and move the carbon in their body. Also enhancing it to act as a natural armor. The skin of the user will turn black where the carbon had been manipulated and the skin transforms and acts as an armor, and weapon but can only sustain the transformation for a set number of times so the fighter must utilizes his carbon ability the most effective way to end the match as quick as he can.
Rp Sample:
It didn't take long for Cole to get himself in a fight with his upper class men. Cole didn't think they would be this much stronger he thought to himself as he got up from the floor. He still was a newbie with his carbon ability so he knew he needed to stay up close and personal at the same time figuring out away to end this fight as soon as possible. He smirked as a idea popped into his head " Its time to finish this fight" he said out loud his opponent and others around started to laugh. Cole dashed forward charging in head first as soon as the opponent threw his attack Cole stopped only a inch away threw up his knight's Shield combine with his hard as Leather skin thanks to carbon death he was able to tough it out threw his opponents countless attacks.
After awhile Cole saw an opening do to exhaustion so he immanently parry to the right and delivered a Carbon Shock Club to the back of his head. As soon as his opponent recovered and turned around to look at him he finished him with a right Carbon Elephant kick across the side of his head sending him across the room and leaving Cole with a three move knock out.
Rpc Name:Leonardo S. Tensatsu Level: 1 Style applied for:Bloody Razor What you know about the style: Blood styles all share one quality, vast options, limited resource. It requires decisive decisions, since a wasted skill could cost more than Ki alone. I'm familiar with the cellular biology of blood along with the circulatory system of the human body, which is vital when even a well trained individual in this style could die very quickly if one or more major arteries are cut. Rp Sample:
"Aren't we all just the friendly sort~"
Impact
Spitting a mouth full of blood with the force of the punch aimed across the side of his now bruised attractive face. Maybe he'd said the wrong thing? Sure, sure, they wanted their information, by any means necessary. Though Leo couldn't seem to fathom how it all added up, held captive in the basement of a very well off black market merchant. Of course he didn't know were the artifact was. What bloody artifact? Why the ******** would he tell them anyway?
"Now, tell us once more. From the top. Where did you 'lose' the item? Who else was around you to witness?"
"Witness's?..."Sprawling a cheeky grin over bloody lips to his would be inquisitor, an older guy, balding, who seemed to be what passed as the local properties interrogator. With the man lifting a metal stake up from a clothed small table next to the bloody sink, and hefting it as if to test the wait before turning back to the oddly pale albino would be devil for a response while appearing to gauge where on the mans body he planned on plunging the stake. "Well, there was your mother..."
Hit a nerve? Leo had been working the guy for what felt like hours, even though he was the one bound to a fancy wooden chair by some rather well tied rope knots. Couldn't people afford chains? Or perhaps they assumed rope's sufficed as well as any. What a domino affect... "Then there was~"
Paaiiiiinn~
His only grip on consciousness being his subtle Ki input to repress the blood from his minor wounds from bleeding out in unison. He hadn't lost even half a pint, that was until the man plunged the stake into Leo's shoulder. Clearly they couldn't kill him, but could the same be said both ways? "You've been a gracious host..."A sadistic smile? Perhaps more devil than man after all, coalescing the blood from the stake wound down his arm to extend from his wrist finger tips extended to guide the formation of the crudely simple condensed blood blade. This particular almost traditional blade piercing through the mans stomach up to pierce out his back along the spine, and a twist.
"Better than the service in L.A."Speaking casually in spite of the inflection of pain evident from the painted scene alone. Razor lining a small stream of blood to ravage his bond hands in a quick flash of black Ki laced blood. When was the last time he'd had a drink? Too long. With this in mind the monstrosity of a man would stand, retracting the blood blade from his only source of entertainment since he'd woken up by a bucket of cold water. Glancing about the room, he'd notice a shelving unit further off behind where he'd been sitting laced with a collection of higher proof liquors.
"Jackpot~"
Rushing over to grab the first two bottle he could, the cork thumbed off the rum in his right hand before relinquishing a heavy sigh. Alcohol tended to thin the blood, in spite of his tolerance, so the key would be in NOT getting trashed. A heavy buzz perhaps, enough to lighten up the mood before moving the party upstairs for his grand escape. Oh self restraint. Rolling both scarlet iris's at the thought, he'd indulge in another long pull from the bottle of rum before leisurely strolling his only partially bloody form up the cellar stairs to the single door that exited into the...
Main Lobby?
Not appearing quite as surprised as the two guards right outside the door, who stood in arms reach with his abrupt arrival. Swaying exaggeratedly, the first guard would lift his hand gun up as Leo executed the infamous Sake Spin. The spinning fists aimed to swipe the gun away with the first rotation, continuing with the second spin, third, before the other guard finally responded with his hand gun being raised waist level. The timing had to be all perfect, or coincidence as Leo falls back dizzy, using his stance to lunge his head back to strike up a combo with the Drunken Fall technique to bash Leo's head into the mans groin with his hands raising up to flick globs of blood from his finger tips up towards the mans face before hitting the ground.
The guard however wouldn't fall back, rather stumble from the blow wiping at his eyes as Leo lifts the now broken bottle in his left hand with a confused expression followed to the right. With the ground soaked in liquor and blood, Leo would roll to his right repeatedly before erecting himself with even more of an exaggerated sway which would lean forward with a curious expression as if to touch his reflection in the interconnected pools of alcohol and blood only to ignite the entire trail back towards the guard. Not much for security, which was no surprise, since he was in a residential area rather then some long secluded private property. Another busted party, and he hadn't even known what the ******** artifact anyone had been talking about.
"Oooh~ Parties heating up in all the wrong ways."
Without haste, and an amused raise of his brow with the intoxicated spoken words before utilizing the rest of his diminished Ki into hardening the blood over his wounds before walking out the front entrance into the large fenced off portion of the property leading out to the gate that marked his freedom. Except, those two guards hadn't been alone. Improvise? Quickly snatching up the unsuspecting typically attired black suit guard nearest his position, heedlessly diving his fangs into the side of the mans neck as the other squad of five or so guards littered further out shout and begin to open fire. The body of the first guard aiding in blocking the single directionally aimed shots as Leo draws his victims blood into himself, feeling his minor wounds heal before waiting for the others to empty their clips as the hands grasping the guard loosen as he's paralyzed and brought near death with blood being condensed and focused into the palm of his hands.
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Regaining a measure of sobriety from the man's ingested blood, the clearly audible sound of all five guns hitting empty would ring out, signalling Leo's impromptu head on assault with the body being cast down. Focusing his hazy thoughts torn between his Ki, and lingering intoxication pain seemed to be the only thing keeping him conscious as his seductive albeit horribly abused dark blue jean clad form rushes with both hands extending out to release from his left a Ricochet Blood Bullet that was aimed to hit one guard somewhere on his upper torso and deflect to one of the other two standing directly around him. The other, for the dual group of two off to his right he'd intended to form a Bloody Wing though seemed to only manage a simple Blood Blade which he'd rush forward the couple meter dash like some kind of crazed evil looking lunatic to bring the blade down on the left most man aimed to cleave into his right collar bone.
Not out of the dog house yet, too inebriated, or hung over to react well enough the man immediately to his right would get a new clip in his gun the fastest, lifting it to squeeze off three shots, all pegging Leo. The shock of a gun shot not quite as satisfying as a blade, all the same the bullets would strike his left upper chest non-fatally as the other scores his left arm and grazes his left side above the hip. Lucky lucky sonofabitch. Reeling from the pain, Leo would fall with his hand extended out not a foot from the mans feet to use his Ki to actually 'force' blood out of an open cut on his palm. Squeezing out hardily half a pint as the man seems to pause with Leo on the ground before a single impossible blood tentacle pierces up and out to coil about the nearest guard and whip him about mercilessly into the ground between Leo and the only other guard still watching in horror.
"I've had worse hang overs."
Speaking the words while gradually pulling his bloodied form up off the ground, the tentacle responding by hefting the now dead body as a shield against any more gun shots. In truth? Leo was on his last leg, he had plenty of Ki, though his body was nearing the toll of absolute shut down. He didn't have a single ounce of strength left beyond the insatiable desire to escape long enough to die somewhere more befitting his particular style. With that in mind, Leo would simply start walking towards the gate, the tentacle lashing towards the single guard left who would turn tail and rightfully run the ******** away. How was he suppose to know such a monster had reached his limit as the tantacle splays and guts the body it had snatched and rained the blood down over Leo's wounded form? Waving the back of his bloody hand towards the now totally engulfed burning small mansion, Leo would walk right up to the gate, walk into the abandoned guard station, open the gate, scope out what was on T.V. a second before snatching up the pack of smokes on the table before waltzing right back out.
Cigarette in toll, laced between bloodied lips the monstrosity would pause at the side walk to dart his hypnotic oculars left, than right as if to pick a direction before patting his pockets down realizing he had no way to lite the damn vice. Rolling his head back as if even debating what he was seriously thinking about before turning around reluctantly to pace back towards the burning building. The roar of fire trucks and no doubt police booming a fair distance away still. Luxury housing roads were always easily accessible or navigatable. Leaning into the first higher that hip level flame he'd savor a long drag before rushing back off away as if to mock some manner of innocence from the whole entire situation. Where was he off to next? Probably some run down bar for a REAL drink as he draws all the blood soaking his form into his body to sustain endurance enough to have that drink...
Accepted, though I should note that you cannot absorb your victims' blood into your body. Blood doesn't work that way...
Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 12:45 am
Rpc Name: Natasha Level: Style applied for: Lunar Dance What you know about the style: This style focuses on hand to hand fighting, and the favored weapon when used, is a scythe. Those who follow this style are fond of night time, particularly the moon and moonlight, and their Ki takes on the color of midnight, or the moon, and sparkles. Users of this style must first meditate under the light of the moon and get in tune with their Ki, and this encompasses the first part of their training. As they progress in skill, they become one with their Ki, and the focus of their training moves to physical advancement in strength, speed, and endurance. Masters of Lunar Dance have few final moves that are standard, instead meditating as close to moonlight as possible, and then discovering new techniques through creating their own attacks. Weaknesses in this style may be considered the lower damage, more defense and support role as opposed to more aggressive styles. Strengths would be the Masters ability to create their own moves and advance their abilities to be completely customized to themselves, no two Lunar masters are exactly the same. Rp Sample: Natasha left her room that night and headed to the mountain top to meditate. She didn't need to again, but she loved it, one of the reasons she had chosen the style in the first place. So many sleepless nights, or days now as she mostly nocturnal, haunted by dreams and images of her two weeks as a prisoner, she found a level of peace and tranquility in meditation, it was only after doing so that she was able to sleep. She made the hike and found her favorite place on a flat rock like a table top, save the one small dip in the edge, where she sat and let her bare toes dangle in the cool stream below. She closed her eyes and breathed deep, her hands resting palm up on her knees, and just as she was about to sink in to her Ki, she heard a voice behind her and sprang to her feet, instantly on alert as moonlight gloves appeared around her hands, Lunar Gauntlets. The man who had spoken, another student she had noticed around the school, cackled at her reaction. "What, Sev, scared of me, the little Inner Storm boy? Please, they must have made you soft here! I mean, I hear you're a hero or something back in the States!" Natasha made a disgusted noise at the man, and raised her hand higher, falling into a fighting stance. "I'm not really afraid of anyone, Mick, especially not some jumped up lighting rod who throws temper tantrums just because he doesn't get his way." The boy fumed, and lightning crackled around his fist, which her threw at her. She blocked the punch easily, but was still pushed back a step, although her gauntlets protected her from a nasty shock. One hand moved in a wide circle, creating the moonlight ball and Chain of Lunar Hammerfist, which she swung once, aimed for the man's head. Knocked out, she could continue with her meditation undisturbed. But it was not to be, the man summoned a bolt of lightning and zipped out of the way, Natasha's ball swung into the rock and sent a few chips flying. Natasha snarled, irritated, and performed a Moon Slash. This time she succeeded, opening a deep cut across the man's shoulder.
He yelped in pain, but apparently the man was as heated as his lightning, and came back with a lightning bolt, but he deliberately aimed away from her armored hands, instead striking her in the belly. Natasha yelped and fell back another couple steps, her arms dropped and she felt her knees quiver, wanting to collapse. She forced herself to stay standing, and she knew she had to stay standing, and finish the fight. She could smell burned skin where the lightning had hit her, and decided to return the favor, summoning a moon beam that she aimed at the man's feet, knees, hands, and head. He cried out in pain as the places she targeted made him collapse and his hands were too badly hurt to want to use them to throw any more lightning. The man cursed at her through his groans of pain, and Natasha shook her head, limping away to tend to her own injuries, or at least let the infirmary do so. The other student would find his way there later on, when he wouldnt have to face her she was sure. He didn't seem to take kindly to being beaten by a girl.using Lunar Dance- Lunar Gauntlets Lunar Hammerfist Moon Slash Moon Beam
Rpc Name: Ritona Wells Level: 1 Style applied for: Fate Threads What you know about the style: (If you put "everything" it will be denied on the spot) The ability to create and maintain the threads stack for each thread used; also they require ki to use the threads and the skill required. In the beginning the threads are only able to move 3.5 meters, while later they can extend to ten feet. Most of the thread skills are usable through the hands, but some skills could allow them through the feet.The hardest object the threads could be able to cut through later is stone. The limitations of the threads are your own imagination. Rp Sample: (at least 2 paragraphs of at least 10 lines using said style)
Ritona was slowly walking through the busy streets of Brazil with her bi-chromatic eyes. A few seconds later a couple of men jump out, while saying darkly,"Now little lady why don't you hand over all your valuables and you might not get hurt" as they draw daggers on her.
She grins insanely at the sight of the daggers with the prospect of pain and states quietly,"Sorry boys, but I'm going to rain on your parade" as her fingertips of her right hand begin to glow purple. The glowing purple ki slowly begins to extend from her fingertips, while five threads slowly begin to extend an arms length away from her. She smirks insanely as she motions for the boys to come at her as her feet slip into a defensive stance.
The three kids rush at her with their daggers poised to strike her; she begins to weave a glowing ball of thread in her right hand with an elegant motion of her left hand atop her right. Once the three boys are with in striking distance, she releases the purple glowing ball of threads at her. The ball of threads shatters up on contact entangling the three boys in a massive mess of threads.
She quickly rushes forward and places her hands upon the bundling massive of threads, but the boys stumble backwards making her miss contact with her threads. She frowns in annoyance before she begins to gather purple glowing ki in her hands as she lashes out two glowing threads with a wave of her right hand causing it to attach onto the boys whom are 2 meters away from her. She slowly begins to charge into the rope-like threads causing them to glow darker as they become stronger before they strike the boys across the face. She grins victoriously until she watches in horror as they threads containing them snap apart. Two of the boys run away afraid of the strange threads, while the last young man stays to reclaim his manhood.
He runs forward at her with his dagger poised to strike as he lashes out at her striking at her chest. She hisses in pain as the dagger slices into her delicate skin. She slowly begins to gather the glowing purple threads around her hands as they glow softly from a pair of gloves crafted from the threads. She lashes out with her left fist as she aims to knock the young man out causing him widen his eyes in fear at the close proximity and being unable to avoid the blow. He falls to the ground clucking his nose as he glares up at her. She ignores the pain from her wound as she seems almost prideful and happy from it. Thread Projection Thread Extension: First Stage Thread Ball Thread Strengthen: Second Stage Thread Mesh: Gloves and Boots
