Rpc Name: Kaito Kurogawa Level: 1 Style applied for: Kinetic weaponry What you know about the style: allows a user to create weapons from their own Ki, Can infuse energy into other object. Once the object leaves the user touch of fingers the weapon will disappear mere seconds later. it permanently changes the Ki color to green or purple Rp Sample:
Walking along one of the side streets Kaito holding a book repeatedly clenched his fist in the hopes of something would spring up from it. "Hmm the book says the user clenches his fist to form a eight inched knife. Mmm then why the hell isn't it working." He continued to clenched his fist getting frustrated that it wasn't happening as he had hoped. "Hmm wait.." Kaito flipped back a few pages to read the basic principles of the kinetic style."With the mental image of a desired object the weapon can be formed, and it will follow every principle the fighter remembers about a real weapon of its nature. Oh thats why I need to have a image of what im trying to create before I use it." Kaito thought about a dagger in his mind clenching his fist at the same time. A small bit of purple energy began showing itself forming into a dagger. "Sweet lets move on to something a bit more advance."
Kaito smirked as he flipped through the book "This sounds interesting unbreakable, I can make a object strong by pumping my own Ki into it.." Digging in his pocket for a quarter immediately pumping his Ki into it slamming the quarter into a brick building next to him. The quarter crack a medium size chunk from the brick. "Oh wow I really want to practice this more." He spoke in a excited tone as he continued to read in his book about the unbreakable skill. "Hmm so it wont work on kinetic weapons only real weapons." Burying his face into his book further Kaito wanted to learn every aspect of this style. "Hey kid put that book down and give me all that cash." Kaito put his book down and smirked reaching for the same quarter in his pocket. "All I have is a quarter Old man." He spoke with a smirk and a arrogant tone. "Well thats not good enough!." The man lunged at him with his bare fist Kaito stepped towards the inside of his fist the quarter was charged with his ki as he forced it into his stomach. The other man cough loudly spitting up a little bit as he collapsed against trash cans on the street. "W-what the hell kid." shocked that he was defeated by a kid and a quarter. "Well don't try that s**t again old man." He stepped over him with a smirk walking off.
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Rpc Name: Zane Dudley Level: 1 Style applied for: Carbon Death What you know about the style: The style is where you can manipulate and move carbon from any parts of the body. Usage of the skill causes the skin to turn black. The carbon skin is sturdy enough to act as armor, or as a weapon, or even both. When deactivating the style there is a cool down that takes place before using it again. Rp Sample: This situation was clearly getting out of hand. Zane just stood there, slouching as always with hands stuffed into his pockets. The young man could only stare at the two people in his way, they looked quite angry at Zane, and Zane just didn’t know why. All of this started out with some argument, Zane didn’t quite remember the exact words of it; he wasn’t actually paying attention to them, and somehow it escalated into this. They wanted to fight him, show him a lesson, and prove their dominance and all that. “Uh….” Zane scratched the back of his head, looking away to avoid their stares, “Are we…gonna do this? Like…really?” One of the men yelled out, “Hell yeah!” and started to charge right at Zane. The man came in close, throwing out a punch, Zane merely dodged by shifting to the side. Zane’s opponent wasn’t going to let up though, he came back throwing punches wildly. Zane was thankful that there was no skill in these punches, it made it all the easier to dodge, but then there was a punch going directly for his face. Zane quickly pulled up his hands to shield himself from the attack. The punch crashed into Zane’s arms with a Thud! The man suddenly pulled back, rubbing his knuckles, “What the hell man….” Obviously the man did more damage to himself rather than Zane. “Oh, yeah sorry about that.” Zane’s apology only made his opponent angrier, and so he charged again at Zane; doing the same tactics as before. Zane continued to put up his guard, taking on the punches one by one. The man found it difficult to keep it up, it was as though he was punching at a wall. The man continued to huff and puff, feeling exhausted with his onslaught against Zane; this left an opening. Zane went in, arcing his arm back and then thrusting it, drilling his fist into the man’s gut; right in the solar plexus to be exact. The man couldn’t breathe, his mouth was open, but all he could do was wheeze repeatedly. While the man was stun, Zane took the time to spin around, smashing his elbow right into the temple of the man. The man crashed into the ground, motionless but still breathing.
One down, and one to go. Zane stared at the other guy, who was staring back with widen eyes. Zane looked down at the unconscious man, then back at the remaining opponent. This was starting to get dull, Zane realized this. “You know you can go, and I can go. Pretend this never happened ya know?” That sounded pretty fair, Zane thought so at least. However the other man didn’t think so. All he did was dig in his pockets and pulled out a knife, “you son of a b***h I’ll kill you!” he yelled out. Things were getting so heated up and Zane just didn’t know why! All Zane did was sigh and locked his eyes on the armed man, waiting for him to strike. The man brought the knife forward and started to run at Zane. Zane slid his right leg forward, placed both of his forearms up and in front of his face. The man couldn’t believe that Zane was going to take him on even when he was armed, he figured Zane to be a maniac; it was his lost though. Getting in close to Zane the man thrust that knife forward, hoping to cut Zane’s skin and make him bleed. In reaction Zane pushed his arm forward to guard. The arm began to gleam in a white color if only for a moment, then the skin began to blacken down to a jet black coloring. The knife struck the dark arm, only to make a kling sound and nothing more. “That…was scary.” Zane said with a sigh of relief. The man looked on, wondering what just happened, which left him opened for an attack. Zane took his blacken arm and punched the man with it right into the face. The man could feel the hardness of Zane’s fist, crushing the bones in his jaw and cheek, the pain was too great and thus the man crashed to the ground and went unconscious. Zane looked on towards the two defeated opponents. “…I think I should go.” Quickly he began to walk away from the two, not wanting to stick around anymore than need be.
Rinaku...this is the main style applications. You're looking for the custom style applications... emotion_facepalm
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Rinaku...this is the main style applications. You're looking for the custom style applications... emotion_facepalm
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Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2013 4:15 pm
Rpc Name: Kaze Ikazuchi Level: 1 Style applied for: Devil's Rhapsody What you know about the style: After being infused with Gene-X it allows the user to turn music, and musical instruments into a deadly weapon. The colour of their Ki may shift with the mood swings that come with the music itself. That aside, I find this style, of all of them, to be one of the most unique "super powers" I've ever seen in a guild, and I really want to try this. Rp Sample: Moving to the rhythm of the music that shook Kaz to his very core he picked up his sword and would start to get to work. On his back, an electric guitar, at his side was his trademarked blade. After a bit of tuning with the guitar, he would start out, with a small group of other folks around him, slowly at first. With a melodic tune he played bit by bit, reaching to the first rise of the song, where the power of the music started to show at its very core.
"Ride, Die, Sacrifice!" With those three words, the power of his guitar started up, his Ki energy starting to flow, strongly, powerfully, as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the music quickly. He knew well that there were assassins waiting for him within the crowd, but he would not be stopped, as the music grew and grew all around him, he would focus its essence, its very core into his blade as they made their move.
Putting down his guitar, and picking up his blade, the music continued all around him as he was embraced by its sound, by its song. Each step forward the assassins took towards him was on step closer to the final silence of deaths cold embrace. His blade became a blur, as the sound of the song played through with the hum of his blade, the first assassin made his leaping approach, met with a swift powerful strike from the glowing man with the music all around him. Each blow moved and followed with the progress of the song in itself, as the other two would continue on, looking for openings in his playing. As the song changed, one of them made their move, only to find Kaz's blade strike them down within the chorus and now Kaz moved with the finale, the last man was standing and with the final lines of the second song, the final cords played out this mans death.
Rpc Name: Nzyme Level: 1 Style applied for: Smoke Shifter What you know about the style: What I have to my understanding is although Stage I focuses around evasive tactics such as Smoke Shift and Room Creeper While, Smoke Sheath Focuses on the defensive Thus Dramatically Reducing Weapon Drawing time. As I read through it more. to gain a much more firm understanding. it progresses to more to Dissimilating your very being to manipulate into much more known and or harmful gasses to A for Example Cause Nerve damage. Irritation of the lungs blindness, A bit of a heeding warning ... Never light a match .... Something might go boom .... Smokers should be weary of such. Any whom further more. As Far as the chemicals go . A lot of versatility is here. in the right hands . Oh need I say this before I give an example ...... A near death experience is needed before such gifts is truly found..... Yay me lets go looking for death. stressed
Rp Sample: (( I will be displaying a sample of only Stage I Features. Simply because id rather learn instead of jumping the gun here and doing things I shouldn't. Who knows I may throw in a surprise of such and maybe attempt something unexpected ))
- A artist of the night soon riddled through the town, Dark, Wet , Slippery the grounds and rooftops where as a spot light had headed over of what seemed a young adult , his Left patched eye was concealed as the Right eye Was exposed the Crystal Soothing blue, Rampantly grown wide as he was spotted for the first time, His heart had grown cold. Quite fearful as the city he was bestowed within was corrupt. Lies where spread through the media and his only voice to be heard was defiance, his work placed upon stone murals . As the chopper with the high spot light gleamed upon him, his description was delivered a tall male Tanned complexion . Approximately 6ft 2inches, Black hair, A Half covered face …. “ Its time to move…. Come on Move N …. “ A females voice kept pondering within his mind … he had always listened to this unknown guiding voice, as a loud snap raptured off the concrete pavement sounding as if it was a gunshot that had came from above., As N Took his focus off the Chopper above the light seemed so blinding illuminating the ground so bright that he him self could not even see before him . out of sheer instinct he Placed his foot down leading with his Left foot. To conduct a firm non hesitant dash, knowing that the chopper had an over all ranged advantage over him and speed as well. As he broke for the distance making an immediate left into a nearby ally. He soon came about to Scan the area franticly his heart was pounding . he knew that most graffiti artist as him self where killed during these types of encounters . if for the most part by their own mistake or slips. The chopper had commenced to presue in chase as it seemed not even to move the light just spotted along his trail as N soon continued to Scan the ally Before finding a fire escape to the roof tops… it was his only way out at this point unless the one way ally offered any other options that he did not see just yet. As he soon came to a running start once again his Left leg soon pump with a starting hike to ascend a jump forth Upon the top of a Steel Waste management Bin. With the height gain it allowed his tall slender form to reach up with his Left and right hands to bring down the Latter as such was brought down He quickly hopped upon such. To proceed quickly to attempt his what seemed very fine lined escape as he dashed up with a fearful heart he soon realized he was now on the roof. As it seemed nearly impossible to even jump across to another roof as that was sheer suicide at over 20 Feet away . “ ******** …. ******** ******** …. GOD … ******** DAMMIT ! “ , Loud Thuds of a least 2 men hand landed around N from the copper above they where well fit and guarded with quite a hefty load . N Had Ignored the such thuds the boots landing on the ground as he was in his own world of hell right now knowing this may be his last moments “ You such a ******** b***h ….. “ N Had continued Rambling on in such vulgar language as the Enforces soon closed a circle around N approximately Ten feet away from N Him self. “ Are you going to comply and come with us?” the enforcers had asked such . N Had Simply given them a Deathly glare…. “ I’m not going alive….. “ . With the remark N Haad Made IT seemed to agitate the Enforcers as they all had now drawn out night clubs as one made a swift dash for N He soon countered under such as the Single rushed Enforcer Swung just over hand giving such acceptable time for a Lowered Sidestep to the Left side of the enforcer N had Soon Some how slipped Past him as he turned about seeing that fighting may be his only option. The Other enforcer had soon Pulled out another item, a Shining glint had came about as still the Chopper above Flared the light down upon N further As this now Obscured the What he saw was a possible blade. As N the moment N was Distracted a Rapturing Crack Echoed through his head The Nightclub had made impact . His whole body jerked as a streaming red fluid riddled upon his face. His Mind had Frantically now fought to stay conscious As his footing had slipped back nearing the edge of the Building now . a loud deafening Ring flowed through his mind. As he had no coordination his vision was fading in and out as his optics fought to lock upon the what seemed glinting blade he saw once more a Cold chill soon Came over him knowing his final moments where to come. The Tip of the blade Nearly pressed upon his Fabric of his clothing before Such Of the imaginative happened he was watching the blade and arm of the Enforcer pass right through him …. “ WHA… WHA… WHAT THE ******** HOW AM I DEAD ? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS “ N Had Said before turning about Hearing the screams of the Enforcer Unexpectedly Falling to his demise . N’s Frantic Moment Some how broken the State of mind as his body soon Solidified Becoming in his state * Alive * “ What the hell … “ N had said once more … Before glance up at the other guard a loud Crashing thud could be heard over the chopper as the other Enforcer had Plummeted to his death . Without thinking N Had soon Darted to the left Breaking away from the other Enforcer the last one. As N him self was quite startled and confused . As he seemed to keep forgetting he was on the roof no where else to go but back down. But he would have to get past the Enforcer once again … Seeing that Escape was Nearly Impossible still only more would come. He Sat in tranquil thought of the only solution to Stage his death The build up of thought flowed through as everything became silent once more the ringing within his ears riddled about as he still was suffering from blood loss from the blunt impact As He Zoned out for a moment hoping what ever god send had happened he hoped for something ,much better this time the Enforcer had Neared within his range This time it wasn’t a Blunt object but it seemed to have been a Firearm As the seeming looked glock was pulled back N had Bit down upon his own Clenching his fist and bearing his eyes before the snap of the trigger and flair had shown the whole rooftop seemend to have been engulfed in flames leaving a larger shockwave to follow up mere seconds after words along said with the chopper above him was no more. The Flair From the Debris Raining down dragged the cloud of smoke scattering it down upon the ground and rising it upon to the air of the surrounding areas …. A foot step could be heard , picking up his Krylon filled back pack, the rattle of spray cans was riddled about before hearing a spraying upon a near by wall of the incident the spraying had stopped soon the sounds of N Legging it back to his vicinity conducted as he happened to finnaly call it a night . (( I AM SO SORRY ! I MEANT FOR IT TO BE A SAMPLE I WROTE A DAMN STORY I GOT TO INTO IT .... ))
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Rpc Name:Trucizna Kwiat Level:1 Style applied for:Five Deadly Venoms What you know about the style: The five deadly venom style uses ki to make a person poisonous by repeated exposure to toxins. They basically soak eat and s**t poison (sorry had to XD) If done incorrectly or lack of antidote in training it can kill or paralyze the user. Though the training is deadly but it makes it the perfect assassination use due to the Ki is the poison. Rp Sample: Zina was basically standing there with her hands in basically pufferfish poison infused sand. It was highly irritating to here since she had been standing here for four damn days just changing poisoned sands every twelve hours so her skin could soak it in. She was thirsty and her mouth was dry. She looked at her watch and sighed with relief as she finally placed her arms into the vat of the antidote. She fell onto the ground her arms red and peeling slightly from it all. Standing up she looked at the dummy ignoring her current pain as of now. She stuck at a high speed with each hand using agility to get near an the dummy. The punch was sped up by the ki and resulted in a ghost punch occurring at the same time as she feinted with the right arm before striking with the left, then struck with the right and feinted with the left.She breathed heavily as the dummy fell. This was no joke as to why this was called the Centipede Fist. She then ran up to the wall climbing up it. Giggling wildly she yelled,"I'm ******** spiderman bitches." She stuck to the ceiling waiting to freak out her roommate Nzyme when he came back to their dorm room.
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Rpc Name: Samuel De Luca Borisovitch Level: 1 Style applied for: Carbon Death What you know about the style: General Concept, Purpose of Forms. Limits on posts/cool-downs, skills defensive and offensive capabilities, and ranking structure of the shielding. Role-Play Sample:
His boots thudded along the concrete as the student strolled through the streets, heading back to his dorm. It was the sound of a thud that forced him to turn his head, glancing over to the side of the dorm building where he could have sworn he saw something. The curiosity that teased him could not be swatted aside from his conscious, so he decided to check it out.
He crouched down a little, allowing his knees to bend and absorb the sound of his foot step as he walked to the edge of the building, peeking his head around the corner. He peeked just in time to see an older student thrust his fist into a freshman's gut! The poor kid collapsing, defenseless against the three older classmates. Fair Competition was one thing but this was a simple beat down and the smaller boy stood no chance! Samuel could not turn away, the voice of his father filling his head as his right hand clenched, his mind focusing on the task ahead. His fist would tighten as the skin flashed white before turning into a charcoal black from the elbow down. His lips parted as he exhaled and then rushed. He bolted around the corner, drawing his fist back as one of the three kids turned just in time for Samuel to thrust his fist across his jaw! The sound of bone cracking as teeth split and the jaw was dislocated. The kid fell like a sack of bricks not even struggling to stand!
The others immediately whipped around, staring in awe at the massive freshman who dared to stand up to them. The closet would lunge, thrusting his foot up in a kick to try and catch Samuel in the face but the Russian bear flexed his arm, in front of him, allowing the carbonized arm to take the blow. The sound of sneaker on metal rang out as the kids blow was deflected and in his stumbling state Samuel rushed in, thrusting his shoulder into the lads chest and sending him stumbling back! The thrust of his body hit the kid like a train, forcing the lung from his chest and making him wheeze for air as he rolled on the ground.
The final kid stared at the now two dispatched friends then at the mountain of a man before him. Pausing for a moment as Samuel flexed his carbonized hand before him, his stare as emotionless as a steel wall. The kid freaked and turned to run, bolting like a coward and leaving his companions behind.
With that mess settled Samuel would breathe in deep, his hand flashing as the carbon receded and he rubbed his flesh, allowing it to breathe. He turned toward the kid, staring down at the freshman who glared at him in fear and awe. Samuel simply smiled, offering his hand and helping the kid to his feet before escorting him to the nurses office......
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