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RPC Name: Tensuo (haven't really made his last name yet.)

Bloodline being applied for: Nightmare

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: As good as the bloodline is, no one can learn any of its skills until the adept rank. If a nightmare gets scared, then the can't use any of their bloodline skills. They have a shorter reaction time. :/

RP Sample

Emptiness. Fear. Paranoia. Such was the feelings the man in front of Tensuo was feeling, it was hard to imagine what Tensuo was feeling at a time such as this. He had just been promoted to Expert, yet he didn't even seem happy in the slightest it. It had been some time since he began to utilize his bloodline skills, until then he didn't even know he could do it. "Thank you." It was all he could let out as he stared into the mans eyes. He turned away, with the same disturbing look on his face only to face the stupid Paladin boy he met while traveling. It was Jasper, the exact opposite of Tensuo. It was only a matter of time before he came back to test him. Though he didn't think it would be without warning.

Just when Jasper leaped toward and tried to slash at Tensuo vertically, Tensuo expected it and stepped to the side to avoid it and thrusted his palm into the Paladins chest. On impact, Tensuo sent fear into Jasper's core. In response the Paladin fell the the ground and began panicking, it was almost sad. Taking a deep breath, Tensuo exhaled a black fog onto the Paladin. It didn't take long to hear the satisfying wheezy breaths coming from the Paladin. Once the fog cleared, it would appear that Tensuo was attempting to kill Jasper by using his own sword. But in truth, it was all Jasper's paranoia, Tensuo was standing still, looking down at Jasper. "Are you done yet?" He simply stated.

RPC Name: Kyra Aranwen

Bloodline being applied for: Were-Beart (Werewolf)

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: She has increased senses, along with increased speed and strength at night. Sharpened claws and fangs can be used to fight and her fur can be used as armor.
Silver is her weakness. She can transform only at night and she acts like a pack animal.

RP Sample: The full moon rose lazily in the sky, like an inflated balloon slowly drifting into the stars. Cold golden eyes gazed up at the Lady of the Night and a howl followed, praising the silver orb that ruled the transformation of were-beasts. The night was still young and while the wolf had time, she stalked among the forest trees, pressing her fur against the bark. The texture combed through her silvery fur, a color kissed from the moon itself. Within her mind danced the vibrant color of blood; she was so hungry that her stomach itself seemed to have shifted into a beast of its own. Submitting to the instincts of her hunger, she slipped through the tall growing grass and towards the smell of a campfire. She had sniffed it out earlier, but dismissed it when playing with humans held no interest to her. Now, however, her body thirsted for warm, crimson liquid to fill her up.

With careful steps, the wolf circled around the the edge of the orange glow. The fire threw up shadows that danced to the quiet rhythm of the wind that rustled the leaves. The wolf was one with the wind, the trees, the leaves, the fire. She was nature itself, acting out as nature should, while this human that hunched over the crackling fire was out of his element. In his hand, he held something shiny and dark. She sniffed quietly, taking in the scent of the human. Sweat, oil, cloth, metal, metal, metal. She understood, now, what he held. A gun. And within the gun, she could not mistake the strong, dominant scent of silver. Her lips pulled back in disgust. She knew why the human was here; either he was a foolish hunter or a foolish traveler. Either way, the human knew of her existence. The She-Beast of Ernya rose quietly from her cover and growl, a low sound like a rumbling of a distant rushing avalanche. Slowly, her growling grew louder and louder, shaking her rib-cage and even shaking the human into tremors of fear as he watched the predator slowly approach her prey...

RPC Name: Raziel (U/c)

Bloodline being applied for: Fallen

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: weak to unholy magic, think they're invincible, stronger than average humans, their wings can block attacks.

RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample):
The sun was just beginning to set in a small forest a ways away from Jiaum mountain. A tall, impending, angel like figure could be seen striding through the evergreen trees, his jet black combat boots crushing the pine needles and other ground foliage with each stride the fallen took. He stopped walking suddenly, his ears alerting him of somebody following him. Friend or Foe, Raziel couldn't tell quite just yet. "Show yourself, or i'll impale you by your balls into a tree you cowardly bastards." The fallen warned. A couple moments later, two hooded figures would step out from behind two trees. they were both about average height men, of slight build. The one to the left was to speak first in a low, slightly raspy voice. "Give us your traveling pack and sword, and ye be free to go." He said, holding out his hand as if he actually expected Raziel to listen. Raziel was slightly annoyed by the men, but not so much that he wanted to kill them quite yet. He decided he would try warning them first. "I don't think it would be smart to attack me, if you like having all of your body parts intact that is. If not, then by all means go for it!" He said with a slight smirk. This time, the second robed figure spoke in a high pitched, squealish voice. "You arrogant piece of s**t! I'll show you! You're going to wish you just gave us the pack!" He screamed, before thrusting out his hand. A ball of energy about three feet in diameter was sent speeding at Raziel. Raziel simply folded his wings in front of him. The ball of energy clashed against his wings, and exploded. There was a bright flash of light, and when everything was visible again raziel was simply standing there. He brushed off his shoulders in a bored fashion. "That was a warmup, yes? Maybe your friend can do better? Come on, give it your best shot." Raziel said. The other man would then proceed to thrust his old and decrepit hand out. Instantly a spiraling purple line of energy would shoot from his hands directly at Raziel. Necromancy huh? This might not be so boring after all. The fallen thought to himself before jumping into the air and giving his wings a flap. Instantly, he was above the line of fire of the necromancy bolt. He knew he was weak to unholy magics and while he probably could have blocked the spell, he decided it was much better to be safe than sorry.

Raziel unsheathed his sword, savoring the sound of the metal slithering against the well oiled leather of his scabbard. He pointed his sword in a vindictive fashion at the mage, and attempted to mimick a grim reaper like voice with a chuckle. He banged his sword against his breastplate, attempting to make a sound much like a bell ringing. "For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for you." He said with a slight chuckle before he swooped downwards. The mage cast out a shield of energy, hoping that Raziel would simply crash into it. Raziel used the needle feathers technique, and put his wings in front of him before hitting the barrier. He smashed straight through the barrier, and a slight thud could be heard as he hit the mage as well. His left wing felt heavy, and upon inspection, he saw that the man was literally impaled in his feathers. He shook his wings in an annoyed fashion, sending the man flying. He then sighed. "Im not even going to waste my time fighting you necromancer. Now die.". He said, before he used his feather shot skill. The feathers flew through the air and there were several thudding sounds and a scream that was cut off as many of them impaled the necromancer. Raziel sighed before jumping into the Air and batting his silvery wings, taking off into the amber colored sky. So much for a nice walk through the forest. He thought to himself before shaking his head.

RPC Name: Solaris

Bloodline being applied for: Kakurenbo

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline:

Strengths


• Can hide very well, with skills increasing at higher ranks
  
• Uses powerful illusions




Weaknesses


• Can be tracked by scent, even when hidden
  
• Not well-liked by others
  
• Can go into a frenzy if mask is tampered with

Solaris was sitting on a rock with a fishing rod crafted from a shaft of bamboo and had a lure in the water, awaiting something to get hooked. The day was peaceful and Solaris was enjoy his peace and quiet. Sadly, it wouldn't last very long.

"Oi! Solaris! I've been looking for you!" The fox-like man, bearing four tails of his Kakurenbo lineage, turn his head around and stared over to a man that stood tall in heavy armor and a large broadsword.

"Aye? What for?"

"I am Keinz, the leader of a band of warriors. You killed one of my men in cold blood to devour his heart. I have come to seek vengeance! I will kill you!" Keinz, this large man, threw forward his large sword and held it firmly with both hands. He was prepared for a fierce fight.

"Oh? Then I guess you must be pretty powerful to want to fight me! Very well, I'll will honor your request, human." Solaris whipped out the lure from the water and caught it in his hand. He'd set the rod and lure down on the rock he was sitting upon as he stood up just afterward. He stretched for a moment and cracked his neck and knuckles. He turned to face Keinz and would walk closer to him until they were about fifteen paces apart from each. "Come on, then, human. Come seek your vengeance!" Keinz would rush forward and raise his blade as he neared Solaris. With a powerful swing, Keinz would attempt to cleave Solaris down the middle. When the blade came down, it would only meet with the earth below. Keinz instantly grew a look of horror upon his face and then looked up. He saw Solaris just sitting there where he was before, fishing.

"What is this trickery! Explain yourself, beast!" Slaris just turned around to look at the man.

"That was an illusion, human. If you were strong enough to fight me, you would have been able to see through it. Since you were obviously tricked by it, then you aren't ready to fight me. Leave and come back when you're worth my time or I'll just have to eat your heart as well." A grin grew across Solaris' face, knowing how the man would react to this.

"You damn beast! I will not leave until my task is complete!" Keinz would rush forward and slash at Solaris' body with a horizontal movement, but would miss completely. Solaris was actually quite fast and had leaped into air, flying just behind Keinz. He even seemed to have enough time to lay out the rod and lure again on the rock he sat upon.

"Silly human. You may want to check to see where that blood is leaking from." Solaris pointed to streams of blood that were pouring out of his armor. In a panic, Solaris would rip his armor off of his body and would pat his body down where he found pool of blood stains all over his clothing. He screamed as he had came down onto his stomach. A large, gaping hole in his gut had appeared out of nowhere. Another one was just above where his heart was. Keinz then felt cold, as if he had just died without even knowing it. "Oh, is this yours?" Solaris would lift his left hand and show Keinz a beating heart, the one that was missing from his chest. "I guess it was just impulse, but I seem to have taken this from you. Darn, I am just such a kleptomaniac. It's unhealthy, don't you think? Well, in this location, I think it's more unhealthy for you." Solaris would laugh a bit and then walk over to Keinz. Solaris would stick the heel of his boot right into the hole in Keinz' chest. The armored man would let loose a blood curdling scream that could be heard for miles in this tranquil region. "Oh, shut up! You're not even hurt, idiot! It's just a trick!" Right then, the illusion was broken. Keinz was back to normal and felt no pain. The blood was gone, too, and Solaris no longer held the heart. "But I did trick you into getting that armor off. Thanks! Now for my meal!" A devilish grin crept across Solaris' face as he then thrust his claws through Keinz' chest for real and would rip the heart out of his body. That was the end of this battle and Solaris would gain a new tail after eating the heart.

RPC Name: Krona Jones

Bloodline being applied for: Fallen, Dark Avenger

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline:

Weaknesses
- Wings and size make character very conspicuous.
- Wings cut = instant death
- Susceptible to unholy attacks
-one, custom weapon

Strenghts
- *sings* I believe I can fly!
- is sexy as hell...unfortunately Im also fast. +1 speed in the air
- wings block attacks

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

(It's somehwhat long....i got a bit carried away sweatdrop . But I typing it was fun, and I hope you enjoy reading it. No fear of novels from me in the future; I match what I'm given. ^_^)


Journal Entry 25
I am not insane I am not crazy. They can say that I am that I’m delusional maniacal a killer but they don’t know the truth. They don’t know what I’ve been charged with the duty I hold how what I am doing is helping them, they are too arrogant far to mad far too delusional for their own good. The world is imperfect flawed certain things don’t belong. Those beautiful things, fairer sex too perfect for the world too perfect and beautiful too good. They must be saved for the better after life, they cannot be tainted by theis imperfection they cannot find happiness. I sin for them sin for them they can’t appreciate the sins I commit. Its madness, im going to hell its right its not right but I must do it. Im the only one since they cant understand. Why why why Its madness its madness its madness…

Journal Entry 26

It’s appalling. I am appalled at myself, at my insecurity and my frame of mind. It’s hard to believe that was me just hours ago delirious, and torn. I can imagine myself hunched over, shaking, scribbling furiously into the starched pages to fast the pen danced, driven mad by about a deed that is now done and over.
And a good job it is.
Death suits her. She is more stunning in death, so breathtaking that it brings tears to my eyes. Her flaws corrected, she is now a human specimen of perfection laying sleeping in a crimson pool of her own life. So beautiful, it was chilling. So…wrong. Sinful. I feel…No.

I am right.

But…It is such a shame that she was born as she was, perfection brought into a terribly imperfect world. Such a shame that she cannot harmonize the dirty beats we play, that her face is angelic among the masses of demons. If she had been born flawed or as any other creature she could have stayed here. But her perfection was a mistake and it does not belong here.

Perfect things do not belong in an imperfect world.

Krona closed up her beat up blue bound dairy and slip into her pocket. The hour was late. She beny to the woman and brushed a finger across her cheek. The skin was, moments ago, delightfully warm and pink with terror is now cold and colorless. Yet, it still called to her. Temptation draw her to it, and she brushed her lips across her forehead. Even if she can longer sense, she wanted her to know that that she had done this out of love.

“Don’t hate me. I did this for you. You do not belong here. By doing this, I am giving you life”

She slid the torn black cloth over her lifeless body. Using a match from her pocket, she carefully lit the cloth on fire.

“Be purged” she whispered.

The flames lingered in their corners for only moment, before charring and consuming the whole cloth. Soon, the whole fabric was a light, and the sickly sweet smell of burning flesh filled the air.

She watched the flames cleanse her, burn away every sin and soil.

Another soul saved.
Another delivered.

Her task was done.

An overwhelming feeling of peace fell over her, and she stood for a long moment with her my eyes closed, relishing in it. Relishing in knowing that He was smiling down on her, that He approved.


Dawn had broken, and the world of shadow she loved had been turned into a nightmare of light. She pulled her cloak tighter about her, wrapping her limbs in its comforting darkness, till only her eyes glimmered beneath the blackness of her cowl. It would protect her from the light well, but not from the other danger she could smell, see, gathering around, forming a line between her, and freedom.

Guards from the city had taken ? outside. Their stance tall, bold; their weapons and armor gleaming in sunlight, and capes snapping in the wind, they formed a formidable wall between her and escape.

Fear, hot and foreign, took her. In a world of light, without shadow or darkness, fighting would be difficult. How would she fare? No shadow to fight with, no ally at her side, would she not die. Panic, swift and consuming, took her. The thoughts that flowed so neatly before, twisted and scattered tangled into one hot mess. Her hands grasped her head.

Shadow-less, out-numbered 7 to 1...it would provide challenge.

And challenge, was her dear friend.

She pushed open the door of the house. Her feet were silent against the ground, as she stepped into the light. The irrational urge to hiss, as the brightness surrounded her, slipped beneath any exposed line of her cloak and seemed to burn, took over her. But she kept her lips silent, to match the quiet around her.
For a moment, silence and stillness reigned. Not a soul twitched. the only stood face watching, waiting. Krona lifted her eyes, and stared directly at the head guard, who stood not too far from her. Their eyes locked. Satisfaction filled Krona, as she detected a shudder course through him.

Then, as though that gaze had been a signal, the guards rushed forward.

Krona groped for shadow. None came, all had been consumed by the light.

Her fingers wrapped about her whip. As the guards raised their blades, she drew her whip and cracked it in an arc. With the silence of silk over skin, it cracked though the air. For a second nothing, then red. heads snapped back, gurgles tore from lips, and blood sprayed from throats sliced by her whips tail. Three bodies crumpled, amidst cries of pain and anger, three more rushed at her, now to close for her to wield her whip against them. A blade fell from the air. More red, her own blood, arched through the air from a cut on her arm. Her eyes darked, turning red to match blood, by rage.


Robes whipping, she leapt back, once, twice ,again, pulling back as they pulled forward. As her feet moved, so did her lips, forming a chant, a summon. Energy drained from her, left her to form her command. The guards stopped briefly, as circles of black formed on the ground, contrasting harshly with the flowing green grass.

And from the ground, shadow was birthed. Inky black hands reached up from the circles of shadow, dark fingers dug into the ground, and from the spots of black, her shadow-gangers emerged. Mindless, blind minions formed from shadows, formed into vague representations of the human form one moment, pulsing and writhing in shapelessness the next.

A grin, wide, toothy, and recalling insanity, spread across Krona's face, as her pupis sank intot he black pools of her eyes, and as her clothes faded from her body. Her pale skin glimered against the shadow around her as she stood, Head held high, her hair whipping in the quiet wind that tore the color from its strands, and and looked down upon the shounds with unchecked delight.The shadows, her friends, were here, and it was time to show the guards the same justice, she'd shown the woman.

Bodies frozen with fear, only the soilders eyes moved, following her as her wings unfurled, the inky black of their soft feathers blending with the darkness, and she rose into the fair with a mighty snap.

And with a voice that resonated with ? she dove, whip raised high, to bring justice on the heads of the men below.

RPC Name: Reaver

Bloodline being applied for: Reaper

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: regenreates energy through matter not naturally, can create and form matter into various objects, are faster and stronger than humans, weak to death magic

RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample):
Reaver was growing tired of this battle. There seemed to be no end at all to the onslaught of skeletal warriors. He kept blasting magic and destroying the corpses, but it was like fighting a hydra. When you kill one, three pop up in its place. He was a reaper and a mage so of course, he had a vast amout of energy to blast the skeletons to bits. But even with a vast energy pool, he knew he couldn't keep this up forever. He decided to go for the Necromancer causing this problem, a daunting task. He knew as a reaper, he was susceptible to dark magic.

Using the risen skill, the reaper created wings of energy and flew through the frigid air, twisting and diving and dodging through the oncoming arrows of the Necromancer's archers. When he got to the necromancer, he punched him straight in the jaw with a gauntleted fist, sending the necromancer flying farther than most humans could ever hope to accomplish. The Necromancer grew desperate and charged up a skill. As he did so, The reaper charged up the Peacekeeper skill, and then he saw a huge bolt of necrotic energy fly at him. Quickly, he let the peacekeeper spell shoot outwards, and it blocked the black evil energy away from him. He then stabbed through the necromancer's neck with a pure needle and watched with relief as all of the skeletal warriors fell apart, with no necromancer to guide them.

better?

I already have most of what your suggesting in there, I just needed to add creation and protection matters. I didn't know you had to use specific skills in RP samples though. I have added in all you requested though.