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Username: Dainar
RP Name: Current - Tatsuya Matsumoto
New - Alexander Angelus
Rank do you currently hold in a family: Takashi Rain Guardian
Rank you desire with second character: Angelus Sky Boss
RP sample:

Thieves that had stolen the family's money, food, and their mother's life from them. Disgusted at the act Alex followed them, to their hideout. The first guards were nothing, they were scum, all of them. Alex's scythe sliced through the first body smoothly. The second body followed just as easily. As he entered the building more guards appeared and tried to take him out. Alex simply sliced horizontally cutting them all through their abdomen.

Crimson blood dripped from scythe as he entered a large room. A very large man surrounded by gold and piles of money sat in a chair decorated by beautiful jewels. None of it mattered to Alex. He spoke clearly to the leader "Go to hell."

The leader looked up and replied "Who-? by that time, Alex was already there and he slashed down vertically, cutting him in two. With his backpack he put large amounts of money into the bag. He zipped up the bag and used the rest of the money that was there to clean his scythe of the blood.

Alex walked back to the village and went into the quiet home. He opened the bag and let the money fall to the ground, then he put lit a candle and said a quick prayer for their departed mother. He turned and left quietly not uttering a single word.

Username: Angelo Inferni
Rp Name: Kirin Tatsuka
Rank do you currently hold in a family: Takashi Cloud Guardian
Rank you desire with second character: Lightning Guardian
Rp sample:
Kirin stood there at the edge of a cliff. He put his gloves on as he smirked and jumped off, landing into the abyss below with enemies waiting for him. As soon as he landed he was shot at, mercilessly. not bothering to even dodge his ring sparked with Lightning Flames as he shoved it into a box, causing his Box Weapon to come out. It's horn sparked, creating a shield to reflect the bullets as her an towards his enemies, punching each one while electrocuting them in the process. Enemies sprawled out as one ran behind him, only to receive a roundhouse kick to the face with his Box Weapon protecting h9im from most attacks by running around and producing it's barriers. After a certain number of them had been cleared, Kirin took up a fighting stance and waited as they all closed in on him. One man ran at him with a katana. Grabbing it with his fingers, he sent an electrical charge through it, causing him to fall out. A couple other men started to shoot at him, only to have his deer jump in front and create a barrier. Clapping his hands together, he held one in the air as a spear formed. "Let's go." And with a shout, he threw his lance, impaling an enemy.

After two hours, the battlefield was bloodied and maybe electrocuted thanks to electrical particles implemented into the ground from the fight. Kirin was sprawled out, sighing as his body had been bloodied. His deer had been put back into it's box after the long battle, and he was tired. "I refuse, to ever, do that much fighting, ever again!" Kirin had yelled before closing his eyes, falling asleep to the slight crackle in the earth.

[[ Sorry if it's weird and makes no sense, shoulder was being nommed on by my wifey. xD ]]

Username: Leasath la Esperanza
Rp Name: Leasath la Esperanza
Rank do you currently hold in a family: Dell'onda Storm Guardian
Rank you desire with second character: Sun Arcobaleno, whichever family needs a Sun Guardian (maybe)
Rp sample:
His heart was beating heavily in his chest. His hands were shaking. But he had a mission to carry out, and that mission was now. Standing along the wall just at the open lip of the doorway, he removed one of the flash bangs from his hip pouch and threw it into the room, waiting for the deafening boom to act as his signal to move in. A pop and a flash of light, and he ducked into the closed quarters, taking it all in at once. One was standing at the window, looking out at the field below. He must have been the one shooting at them as they drove up. Two pulls of the trigger sent two rounds through his chest, and he looked to the opposite wall before the body hit the ground. A second man was already halfway across the room, a knife drawn. Ruby eyes went wide, spinning himself and his readied rifle around and pulling the trigger several times, spraying bullets as he turned. Fortunately for him, one caught the assailant in the head, spraying his blood and brains on the couch he'd been hiding behind. He froze, holding his breath, straining his senses for any sign of additional assailants. After what seemed like an eternity he exhaled and relaxed, leaning into and crouching by the window, not daring to look out of it for fear of being shot. Not that the fear was legitimate, considering a missile could be dropped from above at any given moment. He reloaded his rifle and checked over his equipment, taking a mentally tally of what he had used, when, and how much he had left. Surviving out this far into enemy territory was quite the rush, even if for a trifle mission that would hold little bearing in the overall battle effort. It'd be more thrilling if any of his squad had survived.

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He ran his thumb over the radio dial, picking up nothing but static, shutting it off with a groan. He'd found transportation, no doubt stolen from his own forces. Banged and battered, it was riddled with bullet hole and blood; who it belong to was a question he would rather not know. It'd only serve to make him angry if it was friendly. Even after driving at full speed for as long as he had been, there was no sign of the base of operations. He knew he'd gone in the right direction; he still had a map and compass after all. Along in the vehicle, he leaned on the steering wheel, pondering if he should break into song, when a dull whirring sound penetrated the diesel engine's noise. The thought of there being a helicopter was interrupted by a series of rockets fired directly in in his path. The truck bounced and screeched through the craters, but had already begun to slow down. He was crawling from the driver's seat to the turret as the bird flew over, it's altitude frighteningly low. Swinging the turret around, he pulled and held the trigger of the heavy machine gun, rounds as big as his thumb perforating the attack chopper. By sheer luck the pilot had chosen to bring himself around to make another pass, and took a bullet through the face, sending the aircraft on a sickly spiral into the sand. Specifically, the sand beneath his ride. The explosion brought about by the collision was spectacular. In death, he saw only one thing.

The wreckage of the helo had been the weapon that killed him.

Standing with a roar and a string of profanities, Leasath made ready to throw his controller at the floor, only to halt himself. Castles in the sky made it notoriously hard to reach the game store for a new controller. Does Italy even have them? He had been doing so well on the game for the past several hours, until recently. This compounding rage at the mass of pixels had been enough to shatter consoles before, but his control was improving. He set the device down and shut off the system, still making his acute irritation known to a nice percentage of the castle, considering he was but one man in a stone building.

The Dell'onda's Storm rolled his head to the window, giving the glowing red numbers of his multiple clocks a stare that would inspire bowel-evacuating terror. In American and Japan, it was a ridiculous hour to consider being awake. Even the Middle East, where he'd spent a combined two and a half years deployed, it was too early. By Italian time, it was decent, but only for a native. Leasath was a being of self-satisfaction and eternal jet lag. He slept when tired and awoke after several hours of convincing himself to rise from the bed. But was that not the norm for any human being? The contrary often proved itself time and time again, but he stood by his distinct lack of schedule. A man who arose before the sun and worked at an outstanding pace daily for years was one such being who could get away with it. This same genius (or horrendous absence of) logic would lead he, a renowned warrior in any era, to walk about in his sweats. He saw no reason to dress so elegantly with no true task ahead of him, even in the presence of the true Italian Mafia. is Don wore a cape, by the nine! Why did I say that, I don't use 'By the Nine' anymore.

The hatch to his chambers flew open, the platinum topped Marine running his digits through the strands, enjoying the feeling of hair once again on his way to the dining area. Feet bare, he'd cope with the cold stone for the time being, since any chair in this great castle would no doubt be able to seat him sideways. He yawned and un-tucked the olive drab tee from his sweat bottoms, crossing into the kitchenette that merely was an appendage of the intricate food preparation and serving center in the fortress. Snacks were in order, and possibly true human interaction. If it could be called that, with all the bat-s**t insane specimens that filled the halls. Not that he cared, no. A lesser mind would have snapped. Truly open and having seen just about everything in the world, he readily grasped that his Ki, what they called Dying Will Flames, had additional properties than what he was brought up thinking. Fair enough. Jaded, he found it ludicrous that Xeruel wore a cape in this day and age, more so than the fact there was a talking baby sitting opposite the island to him as he wove between the pair of servants fetching her juice or wine or whatever. Easing the door of the refrigerator twice as large as what he was used to, Leasath squatted down before it and took a long look at the contents, going over the many choices available to him.

"Ohayo gozaimasssssu."

The selection was staggering, the sort you'd expect from royalty, even if they were living in what may as well be a Victorian Moon Palace. It was secluded, made few stops, and doomed him to talk to the same people day in and out. IT was like being on a navy vessel all over again! Oh yeah Xeruel, I'll work for you. Ha ha ha he laughed in his own mind. He'd have to make a half-assed effort to keep some thoughts to himself. Cement shoes over water and over a mile high were two kinds of evils, the latter much more horrifying.

One by one items began to stack on the small table between the Arcobaleno, the older man simply tearing though what he liked to better narrow down what exactly he wanted. Judging from the ever rising stack, it was sort of godly sandwich. Not even the gods knew, unfortunately. Absurdly high it towered, obscuring any sign of him, this single dish featuring more ingredient than some three course dinners. Scooby Doo could not hope to construct such a thing. Ever so slowly he began to work, carefully picking from his narrowed down list, laying one thing over another, using sauces and condiments and meats more like a mason than a chef. The treat resembled a brick at this point, so he merely began forging another, Yes, the Guardian of Storm forged his foods. Tiredly looking over the mess he'd made he stopped, staring eye to eye with Beatrice for an extending moment, blinking slowly in a manner that mocked a farm animal. He nodded to the delicious monstrosity amalgamating in the wake of his indecisiveness, the servants going about behind him putting things away, making no effort to conceal their disdain at the way that he simply did as he wished. No way could he finish this by himself, with his eyes forever larger than his stomach.

"Sup. You want any?"

((Cuz my other famiglia effin' became inactive man! D8 ))
Username: HetaliaRULZ
1st Rp Name: Raimu Aki
2nd Rp Name: Sveta Farron
Rank do you currently hold in a family: Torres Mist Guardian
Rank you desire with second character: Whatever famiglia needs a Cloud Guardian
Past Rp sample:

Sveta blinked, watching a group of seven men jump out in front of her while she was heading home from a marketplace. She was currently surrounded and had no choice but to fight. Keeping her box ready, she takes her knives, getting into a fighting position. The men chuckled at her, wondering how a woman like her could actually win against big 'strong' men like themselves. Although, they didn't understand why her knives looked the way they were. They just ignored it and got back to the fight. As soon as two of the men charged at her, Sveta leaped into the air, causing them to ram into eachother. Once they did, she flung four of her knives at them, causing cuts to form on their arms. 'Damn it...' Sveta thought bitterly. She had ment for at least one of her knives to pierce into a man's head. She would have to try again sometime.

The two men staggered backwards from eachother, screeching in pain. Sveta mearly just chuckled and moved on with the fight. She landed on the ground on all fours, then leaped forward, pushing a man against the wall of an abandoned store. She takes one of her knives and cuts his chest, trying to get past his clothing onto his skin. Once she had done that, she jumped backwards. Sveta takes six of her knives, three in each hand, and flung them at the men to the left and right of her. The knives pierced their chests, causing the two of them to fall backwards. 'Two more to go...' She noted to herself, facing the two men that were left. Apparently, they both had flames so Sveta had a hunch that the two were guardians of a family. One was of the storm flame and one was of the sun flame. She glared at the two men, reclaiming as much knives as she could that were near her, and got into position.

Sveta's eyes widened when they both opened her box weapons. She stared at the large lion that had come out from the storm wielder's box while with the sun guardian, another weapon came to his aid. A hammer to be exact. She flinched, jumping back, trying to avoid the men's attacks. She didn't want to use her box weapon, not yet. Sveta's eyes widened when the Sun wielder smashed his hammer to the ground, causing a large chunk of the ground to come flying at her. "Oh shi-" She was cut off because she ducked, trying not to waste time and get squashed by a piece of debries. Sveta was starting to become ticked off, but she instead, rushed toward them, trying to ram herself into the two men. While doing that, she opened her box weapon, and out came a giant killer whale. It was almost the size of a bus, but it seemed to have suprised the men. Sveta then jumped up, landing on top of the whale, staring down at the two guardians. Soon, she commanded her whale to attack. "Go!" She shouted. As soon as she did, the whale did a slow paced back flip, whipping its tail downward, as if trying to squash the two poor guardians. When the whale brought its tail upwards, she saw that the guardians had used their box weapons to shield the attack. Sveta quickly commanded the whale to do another attack so that she could make a quick escape. 'Don't want to be late now...' Then, she commands it yet again. "Rain down hell!" As soon as she says that, glowing bullets rained down on the two men, each drop getting stronger and stronger as it pogressed. While that occured, Sveta jumped onto the rooftop of a building and called her box weapon back into her box. She threw one more knife at the men before leaving the sight.

Alright, sorry...
But what do I do whith my other RPC? The family she was in stopped posting! T______________T

Do I just put her in a different one instead?

Bassoon - Approved