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 Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 4:00 pm
Mayvine @Hetalia: Approved @Pish: Hardly 4 paragraphs, but good enough. Approved. .... oops ... sorry sweatdrop .... i counted wrong... technically there would be two if i put them together right... but thanks anyways! 3nodding
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:12 pm
Rpc Name: Andrew Grover
Nation: None (Rogue)
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Werewolf/Lycan
What you know about the bloodline: Werewolves are mortal enemies with vampires, but they are faster and stronger then them. Light hurts them, along with silver (duh). They also have sensitive ears and noses.
Rp Sample:
It was a dark evening, the sun ever so slowly hiding itself under the blanket of the horizon. The dark orange/blue sky illuminated above was a beautiful sight, but a sudden crackle of leaves and branches on the grassy ground brought Drew back to his senses. In front of him stood a man, he wasn't sure who or what he was, but he had a sinister look on his face. Then, he charged at Drew with a near blinding speed. However, Drew's enhanced reaction time allowed him to side step the man as he lunged at him, aiming a punch for the face. Then, Drew growled as he allowed his right arm to transform into into it's werewolf form. "What the hell do you want?" he snarled. The man simply stood up straight, and turned to gaze at Drew, his blood-red eyes striking terror to all who would happen to see them. Without answering, the man charged again, this time moving more swiftly towards Drew. Drew quickly lifted his hand up, trying to slash the man quickly across the torso. The man attempted to dodge, but was nipped by one of Drew's claws and blood began to seep into his shirt. Now, he glared as he dashed at Drew, this time successfully getting to him. He grabbed Drew by the neck and lifted him up, tightening his hold on his throat with each passing second. But then, Drew's attention was taken by a bright orb that slowly made it's way over the trees of the forest. The moon. Drew's body suddenly began to vibrate slightly as the skin on his body slowly fell off like an old bandage, revealing long, white hairs all over. His mouth slowly elongated into a snout as his claws on his hands and feet easily tore through the shoes and gloves that covered them. Then, the werewolf began thrashing around, cutting deep into the man's face and causing him to back off, now stunned. The full werewolf Drew then landed on the ground and snarled angrily, eying the man with hateful eyes. "You... shall... die...," he growled huskily. Then, Drew generated his energy into his snow-white fur to make his hair stand up straight, now as sharp as needles. He quickly ran forward and rolled, attempting to cut the man several times with his now sharp fur. But, the man easily side-stepped the attack and smiled deviously. Now behind him, he attempted to strike Drew in the back, but he never expected Drew's tail, for it suddenly came up and lashed at the man's face, temporarily stunning and blinding him. Then, Drew performed a spin on the ball of his foot and slashed the man completely in half as he came around. Drew huffed and panted, exhausted, then howled out into the open night sky. Then, he ran away into the forest.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 5:16 pm
Rpc Name: Cassandra Ariadne Dimitri
Nation: Yuran
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Succubus/Incubus
What you know about the bloodline: Succubi have mastered the art of seduction. Their energy itself is derived from that which is gained from sexual pleasure.Their seductive, lustful ways make it difficult for the opposite sex to resist them.
Rp Sample:
"Cassandra." The commanding presence of the voice had the crimson-haired young woman, kneeling down on one knee, standing and readying herself for her departure. She nodded once, scarlet curls bouncing, before exiting the fortress with long, lithe strides. Outside of the prison which he had been held in for so long, away from Cassandra's sharp eyes, the young man trembled. It was common sense for an escaped prisoner to dread the moment when one of the guards would be released to detain him and return him to the fortress, but he would rather face one thousand whip lashes, denial of food, manual labor, or ruthless beatings, than be hunted by Cassandra Ariadne Dimitri, the Black Widow herself. His breath shudders and catches in his chest as he attempts to calm himself, and his body is shaking as he rises once again to his feet. It would be one thing to set a Shadowknight, a Chimera, a Vampire, on his tail, but setting Cassandra, a Succubus, and a damn good one at that, on a prisoner who had not seen a woman in years is simply unfair. A small whimper escapes his lips as his mind involuntarily brings up images of Cassandra, in all of her lust-inspiring perfection. Panicking, the prisoner runs, heart thundering in his chest as he seeks shelter in an abandoned shack, in an abandoned, forgotten part of the city. This wasn't a hunt. It was a game. And he was going to lose.
"Where the hell is he?" Cassandra's voice was soft as her small, elite team of three combed through the abandoned village, kicking in doors, smashing windows encased in rippled, pitted, ancient glass. Of course they lost him. Because only the Erinnyes, as she and her team were called as a homage to the Greek goddesses of repentance, could lose an escaped prisoner in an abandoned city. Of course. Cassandra's hair caught the diffused light of the setting sun, turning her crimson curls into shimmering fire. She and her teammates branched out, focusing on different parts of the village in order to flush out their victim.
A sudden movement had her stopping in her tracks, a shadow in a doorway, hastily ducking out of sight. She approached the long-abandoned house silently, with slow, measured footsteps, before signaling to Megara and Alecto. Three, two, one, the silent count was a lull before the storm as Cassandra, quickly planting one black-booted foot, kicked in the door with an almighty crash. The force had the old wood splintering, hanging crooked off of the rusted, corroded hinges. She must have startled the prisoner, because she heard a clatter from the kitchen and entered the little room in time to see him crash into the table and duck out of sight, into another doorway. They followed suit with silent footfalls, entering the ancient room that smelled of charred flesh.
"Please, have mercy." All at once, their victim was on his knees in front of her, dropped into a full, formal bow as he cowered. His face rose centimeter by centimeter until he was looking into those cold blue eyes that Cassandra was famous for as she knelt down, bringing her face level with his as she waved off her teammates. The other Erinnyes exited the house, standing on either side of the door in an effort to allow Cassandra to take care of what needed to be dealt with. Her gloved hand rested in the prisoner's tangled, matted, dark brown hair as he trembled, eyes roving over her body as if he were starved for the sight of her. He scrambled to his knees as Cassandra, using one hand cupped under his chin to bring him closer to her, lifted his face. Her lips brushed like the wings of a butterfly, against the skin of his throat and the man trembled.
"I wasted far too much energy chasing you. You know how I need to regain it." Her whisper was barely audible in the ominous silence. He nodded, at a loss for words until he felt her sharp incisors pierced his skin. His hands were at her shoulders instantly, feebly attempting to force her away as she drained energy from him. His protests soon held less and less conviction until they died in his throat and became moans of pleasure. His body became weaker and weaker as Cassandra drained energy from him, contrariwise becoming stronger. Her mouth unlatched from his skin as she leaned back, her eyes locking with his.
Millions of unspoken questions in his dark green eyes, Cassandra smirked. His hands rested against her skin, one on the back of her neck, one on her hip, as he pulled her body closer to his. She tensed, every muscle in her body stiffening to resist him pulling her closer as her eyes zeroed in on his. Those icy eyes, glowing subtly, held the prisoner's for mere seconds until he moved no more. Grabbing the immobile victim by the collar, Cassandra hauled him to his feet and dragged him from the shack, a smirk playing around the corners of her lips.
She tossed his immobile body roughly at the feet of her superior and smiled. Her victim captured, her energy replenished. Her job, once more, was done.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 6:11 pm
Techniques used: Gorgon's Stare (B), and Seductive Bite (C)
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 6:54 pm
shay: Accepted, nicely done.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 6:54 pm
Rpc Name: Yoh Aoi
Nation: Rouge
Rank: Citzen
Bloodline applied for: The white Nightmare
What you know about the bloodline: I know, based on the way the bloodline was explained, that it takes a creative mind to use this bloodline Rp Sample:
Yoh was taking his usual outing along the coast of the beach. He was checking the clip in the gun and saw that he had only 10 shots left in his magizine. He sighed and spoke softly to himself. "I really need to hit the store." He stopped walking and looked to the left of him. He knew he wasn't going crazy when he hear something coming out of the bushes. It was a man who had a blade in his hand and seem like he was determined to get something. Yoh figure it was something he had. The man raised his blade towards him and in retaliation. Yoh pointed his gun at the man, aiming at his head. "Can I help you with something?" He said with a cocky grin.
The man ran towards Yoh and made a vertical slash upperwards. Yoh did a back flip and turned while he was in the air. He fired two rounds and saw that the man deflected the two shots. Yoh landed on the ground and swore to himself. The man rush in as Yoh landed, taking full advantage. Yoh quickly moved towards his leg and brought up a cloth and held it in the middle. As the man was right on top of Yoh, getting ready to strike him down. Yoh smile and the man was in shock that a kid was able to react so quickly to his movements. Yoh hand turned the ends of the cloth into blades and block the man's attack. The man struggled to try and break through the cloths blade. Yoh was struggling as well, bet he rasied his free hand with the pistol in it and shot the man in the stomach. Yoh smiled as the man took a few large steps back. Yoh then smiled and started to hold the cloth at one of its ends. The cloth started to glow and then several glowing squares appeared, one was blue and was facing towards him. The other 10 were white and were on the side facing the man. Yoh minipulated the cloth to move around the man in the shape of a dome, with the 10 white squares facing him. The man struggled to stay up, apparently the man has never taking a shot before. Yoh pointed the gun at the blue square and fired of 3 shots. Yoh smiled and pulled the cloth back to his hand rolled it back up. He slid in back on the pocket on his leg. He held hisgun up to the light and made sure he didn't get and sand in it. Yoh turned to look at the man he walked away. He smiled at his work of art that was completed with 31 holes.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 4:35 am
Rahenno: You didn't really show any weaknesses. But your a fairly capable rp'er, so it's accepted 3nodding
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 1:15 am
Rpc Name: Riem Toji
Nation: Yuran
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Werewolf
What you know about the bloodline: The wolf has some regeneration capabilities and rival of course to the bloody vamps. They are able to transform yet their transformation is weaker during day time as they are not able to fully transform. They have a higher sense of smell and hearing.
Rp Sample: "INCOMING!!!" yelled one of the squad-mates. All 8 men ducked for cover in their trench which was at the foot hold of a collapsed building. Mortar fire filled the air as shrapnel tore across the dirt and rattled the armor and helmets of the soldiers in the trench. "You have got to be kidding me! They have artillery too?" yelled Tares as he fired several rounds up the hill towards the enemy position pegging one in the face.
"Quit Cho whinin soldier! We got a job to do! Tares, man the .50 and give us some cover fire. Toji and the rest of ya sorry bags of s**t, follow me!" Hollered Sgt. Johnson.
"You got it Sarge!" Toji answered as he instinctively reload his assault rifle before leaping out the trench to follow his Sergeant up the hill. Bullets zoomed through the sky around his head and he scrambled up the dirt and clawed at the rumble trying to make it up the hill. Dirt flew and bullets bounced and penetrated all around him and his fellow soldiers. Their objective was the top of this hill, it was the only place with the lowest amount of enemy troops and the only place where his squad could place the beacon to call in the invasion of drop-ships. The .50 machine gun pounded shells above his head towards the enemy position, giving Toji some cover fire as he crawled up the hill, Sergeant Johnson leading the way, and the rest of the squad was following. Finally Riem reached a piece o ruble big enough to hide behind for a couple seconds to catch his breath. Just as he did so, a stream of bullets tore down the hill and rip through the helmets of two men right behind him killing them instantly. "Son of a Biscuit!" They had to take this hill, the HAD too! Sarge also found some cover and was popping a stream of bullets back at the enemy. Toji had to make it to the top of the hill, he was the one with the beacon, All of the sudden there seemed to be a slight let down from enemy fire, as Toji could hear the clicking of the enemy reloading, he could hear their hearts beating, and their labored lungs breathing heavily, he could also hear the screams of the rest of the men as a mortar crashed right down on top of them, leaving nothing left but pieces. Only Sarge, Toji, and their Machine gunner Tares remained, and they were only half way up the hill. There was so much smell and dust of gunpowder and laser burns in the air that it was giving Riem a headache that it made him puke. They had to take this hill and fast, before they lost anyone else. "Hurry up Toji! We dont have all day!" Yelled Johnson, as he squeezed a few more rounds down range nailing a enemy troop who stuck his head out above the trench.
All of the sudden Toji could hear dozens of clicks. Could it be the enemy reloading? No, that sounded heavier, this sounded as if they were clicking something onto metal tubes to make them longer. Thats when a thunderous roar erupted from the top of the hill, "For the EMPIRE!!!" They enemy wasn't reloading! They were fixing bayonets on their rifle! The Enemy were planning on charging down the hill! With only Sarge, Tares, and Toji, there was no way they could defend against that! It was too late now as three dozen enemy troops poured over their trenched firing their assault rifles and lasers down upon what was left of the squad. Toji once again ducked deeper behind his ever shrinking cover as he saw Tares with the .50 down at the bottom of the hill still firing and mowing down ten of their men before being shot in the chest and summersaulting backwards and landing on his back, yet the man was still alive as he pulled his side arm and began firing. The Sergeant let out a battle cry of his own as the enemy swarmed down the hill, he continued spraying bullets into the enemy as one by one they fell until they finally reached his cover. Sergeant Johnson then dropped his empty rifle and he too drew his side arm shooting one trooper in the face as he took a bullet in the arm. Another enemy trooper tried to gore the Sarge with his bayonet but Sarge blocked it by putting his hand up and allowing the long blade to puncture his hand all of the way down to the muzzle of the rifle. But the Sarge still stood and shot this enemy too in the face. His victory didn't last long as there were still over a dozen enemy men left, and they stabbed him continually. Toji didn't know what to do. He saw his comrades fall one by one and now he is the only one left. He was seeing them continually stab Johnson over and over again, until something snapped with in Riem. As they continued to stab his sergeant, rage began to build within him. The more they stabbed and shot him, the more blinded and furious Riem became. Heat surged through his body as he felt his muscles instantly rip and enlarge. Dark fur poured across his body and fangs jutted out from his canines! The transformation was almost instant, but not complete before Toji leapt a longer distance than a normal man should have. When he landed, he did so on top of two enemy troopers breaking their backs. Riem swung once and clawed the face completely off of another trooper and blood gurgled in what was left of the mans throat. Riem turned and bitched slapped the next trooper so hard that her next snapped. Upon seeing this horror the rest of the enemy troopers screamed and ran back into the trench from which they poured from. Only to be met by the werewolf starring them right in the face. Screams were the only thing left. Screaming, and beeping... as the beacon was placed.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 6:18 am
lt: Denied. You gotta show the weaknesses man. The whole point of really having a request thread is to make sure the applicant realizes the weaknesses of their bloodline to avoid accidental godmoding. Werewolves' hightened sound is often their enemy. With all of the gunfire going on in your application I was both shocked and disappointed you didn't make mention of how all the noise would've damaged your character.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 1:37 pm
Fenrir Graveheart lt: Denied. You gotta show the weaknesses man. The whole point of really having a request thread is to make sure the applicant realizes the weaknesses of their bloodline to avoid accidental godmoding. Werewolves' hightened sound is often their enemy. With all of the gunfire going on in your application I was both shocked and disappointed you didn't make mention of how all the noise would've damaged your character. you got it boss, i thought i did a little bit with the smell, i i kinda figured it wasnt enough though. But i also tried to make so when he did hear something he couldnt always tell what it was, for example the bayonets. He would just know it was a noise. Rpc Name: Riem Toji Nation: Yuran Rank: Trainee Bloodline applied for: Werewolf What you know about the bloodline: The wolf has some regeneration capabilities and rival of course to the bloody vamps. They are able to transform yet their transformation is weaker during day time as they are not able to fully transform. They have a higher sense of smell and hearing which could also be their down fall. Rp Sample: "INCOMING!!!" yelled one of the squad-mates. All 8 men ducked for cover in their trench which was at the foot hold of a collapsed building. Mortar fire filled the air as shrapnel tore across the dirt and rattled the armor and helmets of the soldiers in the trench. "You have got to be kidding me! They have artillery too?" yelled Tares as he fired several rounds up the hill towards the enemy position pegging one in the face. "Quit Cho whinin soldier! We got a job to do! Tares, man the .50 and give us some cover fire. Toji and the rest of ya sorry bags of s**t, follow me!" Hollered Sgt. Johnson. "You got it Sarge!" Toji answered as he instinctively reload his assault rifle before leaping out the trench to follow his Sergeant up the hill. Every time one of those mortars screamed over head, it was twenty times worst for Riem. The sound also made his vision blur and every time it almost causes him to collapse. It wasnt because he was afraid, bit it had to do something with his hearing. His internal ear couldnt keep him standing when a dozen mortars were screaming through the air. Bullets zoomed through the sky around his head and he scrambled up the dirt and clawed at the rumble trying to make it up the hill, he collasped and face planted just trying to get out of the orginal trench because the sound was so piercing, he was just brush it off and if one of his friends asked, he would answer, 'I just lost my footing'. Dirt flew and bullets bounced and penetrated all around him and his fellow soldiers. Their objective was the top of this hill, it was the only place with the lowest amount of enemy troops and the only place where his squad could place the beacon to call in the invasion of drop-ships. The .50 machine gun pounded shells above his head towards the enemy position, giving Toji some cover fire as he crawled up the hill, Sergeant Johnson leading the way, and the rest of the squad was following. Every time that .50 pounded away uphill, it also pounded in Toji's head causing it to ring. Riem was just happy it was night time, or else the snipers would have been every were. Finally Riem reached a piece of ruble big enough to hide behind for a couple seconds to catch his breath. Just as he did so, a stream of bullets tore down the hill and rip through the helmets of two men right behind him killing them instantly. "Son of a Biscuit!" They had to take this hill, the HAD too! Sarge also found some cover and was popping a stream of bullets back at the enemy. Toji had to make it to the top of the hill, he was the one with the beacon, All of the sudden there seemed to be a slight let down from enemy fire, as Toji could hear the clicking of the enemy reloading, he could hear their hearts beating, and their labored lungs breathing heavily, he could also hear the screams of the rest of the men as a mortar crashed right down on top of them, leaving nothing left but pieces. Only Sarge, Toji, and their Machine gunner Tares remained, and they were only half way up the hill. There was so much smell and dust of gunpowder and laser burns in the air that it was giving Riem a headache and he puked what was left of his last meal. They had to take this hill and fast, before they lost anyone else. "Hurry up Toji! We dont have all day!" Yelled Johnson, as he squeezed a few more rounds down range nailing a enemy troop who stuck his head out above the trench. All of the sudden Toji could hear dozens of clicks. Could it be the enemy reloading? No, that sounded heavier, this sounded as if they were clicking something onto metal tubes to make them longer. Thats when a thunderous roar erupted from the top of the hill, "For the EMPIRE!!!" They enemy wasn't reloading! They were fixing bayonets on their rifle! The Enemy were planning on charging down the hill! With only Sarge, Tares, and Toji, there was no way they could defend against that! It was too late now as three dozen enemy troops poured over their trenched firing their assault rifles and lasers down upon what was left of the squad. Toji once again ducked deeper behind his ever shrinking cover as he saw Tares with the .50 down at the bottom of the hill still firing and mowing down ten of their men before being shot in the chest and summersaulting backwards and landing on his back, yet the man was still alive as he pulled his side arm and began firing. The Sergeant let out a battle cry of his own as the enemy swarmed down the hill, he continued spraying bullets into the enemy as one by one they fell until they finally reached his cover. Sergeant Johnson then dropped his empty rifle and he too drew his side arm shooting one trooper in the face as he took a bullet in the arm. Another enemy trooper tried to gore the Sarge with his bayonet but Sarge blocked it by putting his hand up and allowing the long blade to puncture his hand all of the way down to the muzzle of the rifle. But the Sarge still stood and shot this enemy too in the face. His victory didn't last long as there were still over a dozen enemy men left, and they stabbed him continually. Toji didn't know what to do. He saw his comrades fall one by one and now he is the only one left. He was seeing them continually stab Johnson over and over again, until something snapped with in Riem. As they continued to stab his sergeant, rage began to build within him. The more they stabbed and shot him, the more blinded and furious Riem became. Heat surged through his body as he felt his muscles instantly rip and enlarge. Dark fur poured across his body and fangs jutted out from his canines! The transformation was almost instant, but not complete before Toji leapt a longer distance than a normal man should have. When he landed, he did so on top of two enemy troopers breaking their backs. Riem swung once and clawed the face completely off of another trooper and blood gurgled in what was left of the mans throat. Riem turned and bitched slapped the next trooper so hard that her next snapped. Upon seeing this horror the rest of the enemy troopers screamed and ran back into the trench from which they poured from. Only to be met by the werewolf starring them right in the face. Screams were the only thing left. Screaming, and beeping... as the beacon was placed.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 1:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 3:50 pm
Rpc Name: Dante Caynyne
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Lycan
What you know about the bloodline: Faster and stronger than most humans, and even more so in wolf form. They can partially transform their bodies and regenrate, but are much weaker in sunlight. They aren't as incapicitated as vampires, but it still slows them down. Also are extremely weak to silver.
Rp Sample: (at least 2 paragraphs of at least 10 lines using ((I realize i'm using skills above trainee, just work with me here.))
Dante was sitting in the tree, eying his prey. "This will be easy." He muttered to himself as he teleported right in front of the man. "Hello, and welcome to the Dante Canyne show! on the top of the agenda will be me beating you to a bloody pulp, followed by me claiming the reward on your head. Ready? Alright then let's get started." He said with a small chuckle before teleporting the target and kicking it in the back of the knee, sending it to one knee and thus beginning the match.
Dante transformed one of his arms into a wolfs arm, about to decapitate his enemy. Before he could do so, the man rolled to the left. "Faster than I thought." He muttered to himself. He then said louder, "Sorry for the boring introduction, I think it's time for the main entertainment!" He exclaimed with his usual mischievous smile before transforming into his full lycan form. He stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do before he dashed towards the opponent. the assailant was expecting this however, and slashed a viciously curved sword at the exact right moment, leaving a gaping wound in Dante's chest. "Ah bloody hell, you really shouldn't have done that." He said, the wound in his chest healing rapidly. The enemy then showed a smile, exposing delicately curved fangs which marked him as a vampire.They didn't say anything about his vampirism in this contract. Dante thought to himself as he watched the man dissapear in a shroud of black mist, appearing right behind him and stabbing him through his back, pulling him close. suddenly Dante's fur was as hard as metal, stabbing the opponent in many places. "Aiming for my kidneys eh? Too bad you're a terrible shot. you hit my appendix." He said dispassionately. he disconnected himself from his enemy, who now had several holes in him, dead. Dante chopped of his head and said in his usual commentator voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, that is all. thank you and goodnight." before picking the head up by it's hair and walking through the forest swinging it, whistling this is halloween quietly to himself as he walked back towards Lumira city to collect his pay.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 6:10 pm
Rpc Name: Kyoshiro (kyo)
Nation: (Nocturne...maybe. Unless I decide I want to send him somewhere else. I'm debating <.<...)
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Cursed souls
What you know about the bloodline: They are all 200 years or older. But they all look like they did when they were 16. Which I suppose would mean that if someone was rather developed at that age then they would maybe seem a bit older. Maybe I found a loophole....or not xD But they get both a strength and speed bonus of 1. The Kuro Kotogara (which is passive) Can pretty much be "morphed" To be used in a variety of ways in combat. The most powerful/deadly skill being one that kills themselves along with the enemy. Also they have red eyes, and pale skin.
Rp Sample: Kyoshiro walked out of the burning building just before it collapsed. Thirteen village-folk were waiting for him in an angry mob. Carrying pitchforks, hatchets, bows, and the constable of the town carried a rifle with a bayonet. They considered him unholy, a man who had sold his soul for power years ago. Though they were wrong he had been cursed. In a way abandoned by both heaven and hell, he liked to say that they simply were afraid he'd take over. And also He wasn't holy that much was true. But not unholy either. He is simply neutral.
Kyo knew why they were here. A black aura like fog began forming around himself. Then it moved to his fingers. He pointed his hand quickly at the mob sending a kurotama powerfully in this direction. The villagers didn't expect this and the middle of the group was knocked back powerfully killing most of them since they weren't skilled in fighting, and were mere humans. But he wasted no time he rushed towards the constable who was the only one possibly worthy. He was a gunslinger. His fog formed into a large sword and he sliced, and cut through any villagers that got in his way. The gunslinger had his rifle aimed and ready to shoot but he threw his weapon as The gunslinger had taken his shot. The shot hit him in the shoulder. But the sword cut through the gun and all cut the man in half. He wouldn't be able to heal his wound. But it wasn't bad a mere graze. His body would heal itself in a week or two. His fog returned to him and entered his body. He then Took all of the bodies and hung them all with nooses in a tree. As a warning, to anyone who decided to follow him for revenge. Kyo walked away from the town. His red eyes facing north... toward home. (I realize this whole thing is probably crap. But mind you I'm running on little sleep XD My fault though.)
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 7:39 pm
alucard: Accepted
kato: Accepted
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