Rpc Name: Dani Level:1 Style applied for: Hell's Grasp What you know about the style: Basically pyromancy fueled by emotions. Water would be the main weakness, while air can deflect or spread. Rp Sample:
"Got it."
It was time to pay her dues, she would do the same as before.
Hands licked with sparks, igniting into flames that danced along the tips. Even then, it felt cold to her, like wind kissing her fair flesh. Her right hand came up with a hard hook, sending a blazing sphere squarely at a dummy. The left jab would send another fire ball in a hard curve right back to herself, this caused her right to come back up and deflect it. It spiraled off, dissipating in the air as if nothing but ash.
Next was the daggers, blow-torch like jets flowed from her palms. It happened so fast that her bangs rustled and her long locks blew up. The fiery glow casted its orange haze against her pallor. Her arms crossed and the once straight flames came together, intertwining violently to produce a pitch. It smacked into the dummy hard enough that embers flew from the alloy, landing on the floor with dying sizzles. The corners of her lips pulled up in to a smile, taking to the outbursts rather well. Her fists again bright with flames. Red would punch, the action at first was just a small trail of fire but it would in turn combine into a whip-like effect. The punches released inferno waves, one after the other until they were nothing but steady streams from the pryo's hands.
As the final act, her boot slammed into the ground. A ripple of oxidation came from underfoot, it encompassed in a five foot radius around her before steadily dispersing with nothing more than a low tsshh~. She couldn't remember the last time she enjoyed something like this, it was needed but she wanted more. She wanted to feel alive.
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Rpc Name: Dani Level:1 Style applied for: Hell's Grasp What you know about the style: Basically pyromancy fueled by emotions. Water would be the main weakness, while air can deflect or spread. Rp Sample:
"Got it."
It was time to pay her dues, she would do the same as before.
Hands licked with sparks, igniting into flames that danced along the tips. Even then, it felt cold to her, like wind kissing her fair flesh. Her right hand came up with a hard hook, sending a blazing sphere squarely at a dummy. The left jab would send another fire ball in a hard curve right back to herself, this caused her right to come back up and deflect it. It spiraled off, dissipating in the air as if nothing but ash.
Next was the daggers, blow-torch like jets flowed from her palms. It happened so fast that her bangs rustled and her long locks blew up. The fiery glow casted its orange haze against her pallor. Her arms crossed and the once straight flames came together, intertwining violently to produce a pitch. It smacked into the dummy hard enough that embers flew from the alloy, landing on the floor with dying sizzles. The corners of her lips pulled up in to a smile, taking to the outbursts rather well. Her fists again bright with flames. Red would punch, the action at first was just a small trail of fire but it would in turn combine into a whip-like effect. The punches released inferno waves, one after the other until they were nothing but steady streams from the pryo's hands.
As the final act, her boot slammed into the ground. A ripple of oxidation came from underfoot, it encompassed in a five foot radius around her before steadily dispersing with nothing more than a low tsshh~. She couldn't remember the last time she enjoyed something like this, it was needed but she wanted more. She wanted to feel alive.
Rpc Name: Zanko Nerro Level: 3 Style applied for: Stolen Sands What you know about the style: It is the ability to rot things that would soon turn into dust into sand instead and controlling that. Rp Sample:
Zanko is out and about in the forest, unfortunately on a mission to take down a Night Gaunt Giant. He looked towards the north, towards the center of the dark forest where the giant was suppose to be. As he moved through the trees, he was punching trees left and right until he got 5 of them down. He soon had a small horde of sand where he was going as they began to follow after him. He continued onward towards the place as he was keeping the sand around him. The moment he reached the clearing where the giant was awaiting him, he was quick to change the sand into multiple sand daggers towards the giant. All of them hit the giant and got it's attention as it slowly rose up to a stand while Zanko moved over and hit some more trees, turning them into sands. Zanko kept on the move as the sands were floating around him while he kept his focus on the giant. It stood up straight and roared at Zanko as he used the sand as a shield. It blocked the sound waves that would push him back before he punched the air and sent the shield out towards the giant, hitting it in the face.
Zanko rolled to the side multiple times as he used the sand to help him slide to the side as the giant punched at the ground. He skidded to a stop before getting up as he grabbed a handful of sand and threw the ball at the Night Gaunt's arm. The sand stuck to it's hand as it pulled it out of the ground before it roared at Zanko again, sending him back as his sand helped him stop at the ground. It charged at him again with another punch as Zanko jumped up high and landed on the arm as he summoned up two whips of sands. He was slowly being brought up by the arm as he used the whips to create a great hold on the place before he moved up when he stopped moving to look at his arm. As he climbed up, he soon got to the shoulder and then ran towards the neck of the giant as the sand whips died out. In the next moment, he punched the Gaunt's neck hard enough to place it top heavy as he created a magnet around the neck as sand came in to surround it and asphyxiate the giant slightly. He moved to the chest as it fell before conjuring up two large fists of sand before he jumped up into the air, unleashing a sky dive punch onto the foe's skull as a mightier, and much larger fist crashed into the skull of the gaunt. Zanko panted slightly, but seeing the beast still alive as the sand dissipated around his neck, Zanko punched the skull once more, crashing the fists onto it's skull once more. Zanko did it once more with his sledgehammer technique as it brought the fists together before slamming them down onto the skull, crushing it and causing whatever fluids it had inside to come spilling out.
Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 7:39 pm
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Rpc Name: Zanko Nerro Level: 3 Style applied for: Stolen Sands What you know about the style: It is the ability to rot things that would soon turn into dust into sand instead and controlling that. Rp Sample:
Zanko is out and about in the forest, unfortunately on a mission to take down a Night Gaunt Giant. He looked towards the north, towards the center of the dark forest where the giant was suppose to be. As he moved through the trees, he was punching trees left and right until he got 5 of them down. He soon had a small horde of sand where he was going as they began to follow after him. He continued onward towards the place as he was keeping the sand around him. The moment he reached the clearing where the giant was awaiting him, he was quick to change the sand into multiple sand daggers towards the giant. All of them hit the giant and got it's attention as it slowly rose up to a stand while Zanko moved over and hit some more trees, turning them into sands. Zanko kept on the move as the sands were floating around him while he kept his focus on the giant. It stood up straight and roared at Zanko as he used the sand as a shield. It blocked the sound waves that would push him back before he punched the air and sent the shield out towards the giant, hitting it in the face.
Zanko rolled to the side multiple times as he used the sand to help him slide to the side as the giant punched at the ground. He skidded to a stop before getting up as he grabbed a handful of sand and threw the ball at the Night Gaunt's arm. The sand stuck to it's hand as it pulled it out of the ground before it roared at Zanko again, sending him back as his sand helped him stop at the ground. It charged at him again with another punch as Zanko jumped up high and landed on the arm as he summoned up two whips of sands. He was slowly being brought up by the arm as he used the whips to create a great hold on the place before he moved up when he stopped moving to look at his arm. As he climbed up, he soon got to the shoulder and then ran towards the neck of the giant as the sand whips died out. In the next moment, he punched the Gaunt's neck hard enough to place it top heavy as he created a magnet around the neck as sand came in to surround it and asphyxiate the giant slightly. He moved to the chest as it fell before conjuring up two large fists of sand before he jumped up into the air, unleashing a sky dive punch onto the foe's skull as a mightier, and much larger fist crashed into the skull of the gaunt. Zanko panted slightly, but seeing the beast still alive as the sand dissipated around his neck, Zanko punched the skull once more, crashing the fists onto it's skull once more. Zanko did it once more with his sledgehammer technique as it brought the fists together before slamming them down onto the skull, crushing it and causing whatever fluids it had inside to come spilling out.
Rpc Name: William Blackwood Level: 1 Style applied for: Mr. Hyde What you know about the style: The Mr. Hyde style is based of the classic fictional story trange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. That is the original title of a novella written by the Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson that was first published in 1886. The work is commonly known today as The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, or simply Jekyll & Hyde. It is about a London lawyer named Gabriel John Utterson who investigates strange occurrences between his old friend, Dr. Henry Jekyll, and the evil Edward Hyde. The work is commonly associated with the rare mental condition often spuriously called "split personality", referred to in psychiatry as dissociative identity disorder, where within the same body there exists more than one distinct personality. In this case, there are two personalities within Dr Jekyll, one apparently good and the other evil. Completely opposite levels of morality. The style literally takes it, and turns it into a Gene-X fighting style using the transformation as the main source of power. It has a few nifty extra's like a healing factor, being able to generate extra limbs, and extreme strength and speed boosts. The downside of which being that you have two heads under a roof, and that both are struggling for control over the one body they share.
Rp Sample: Blackwood sat in the bar, drinking his rum while he casually smoked a cigar. It was these things that kept him calm. He often drank alone. For the most part. His other half, referred to as Billy trying to talk him into killing the bartender for taking so long with his drinks. "You can give it up Billy. I'm not going to do it." The conversations between the two would often be like this. Blackwood would argue that he wasn't that way anymore, that the Gene-X free him of his psychotic sprees of killing and destroying. Day by day, it was getting harder. Blackwood knew his past as well as Billy knew their past. "No godamn it Billy! I won't kill them!" he yelled out loud. The bar stopped still, and all eyes rest on Blackwood. Blackwood looked around, and without a word slumped into his seat. Billy continued until Blackwood got up from his seat and moved to a dark corner of the bar.
"Shut up you foul creature! I'm different now!" He held his head in his hands, his eyes tearing up. "But I'm not a freak. I'm different. If you'd just shut up, I'd be fine!" he whined at Billy. Suddenly, the table under Blackwood was pulled out from under him, sending him sprawling to the ground. He looked up only to be met with a kick to the face, laying him on his back. Several thugs had taken notice of Blackwood and decided they wanted to do something about it. One pulled out a baton, and mercilessly beat Blackwood as he'd beaten the people so mercilessly before. They yelled at him, calling him a freak and telling him he should die. Billy screamed in their head, and Blackwood screamed in anguish, losing the grip he had on Billy. The thugs continued to beat Blackwood as his body grew bigger, bulkier, more muscular.
An eruption of rage burst from where Blackwood had been laying. A bigger, stronger, violent creature rose. Billy had been let loose. The thugs reeled in fear, but it was all too late for them. Billy let loose a straight punch to a thugs face, sending him clear across the room. "I'm no freak! I'm a monster!" he yelled wickedly as he grabbed a thug, and proceeded to break their back on his knee. The last and final thug was now terrified, obviously regretting interrupting Blackwood and Billy's night. Billy grabbed the man by his throat and lifted him off the ground. Billy struggled to keep his hold on the man who was now turning a pretty shade of blue. With the last bit of strength Billy had, he crushed the man's windpipe and fell to the ground. As quickly as he'd become a monster, he became a man again, coughing and crying. "I didn't want this! They forced it to come out!" he yelled, tearing out of the bar and ripping the door off its hinges.
Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 9:14 pm
Rpc Name: Rurik Level: 1 Style applied for: Mind Control What you know about the style: As the style's it gives one the power to put pressure on someone's mind through physical touch and sometimes even words. Making them forget somethings there to enhancing your own mind,Mind Control is very dangerous and potentially deadly. Rp Sample: Peering from behind the tinted yellow glass of his gas-mask, Rurik could tell his opponent was more of an action man instead of a observer. The weak minded were no match for him. He would glare and inhale deeply. With a long and slow exhale he would bring up his dagger and ready himself. "You must be getting tired. Look at your eyes, blood shot and heavy eye lids. " He would say as he shook his head. "It's no use, you won't be able to fight me and win." He would taunt the man. It was successful as the man began to charge at him. He would move to the side and grab his opponent's wrist and would pull him towards the handle of the dagger, jabbing it right into his stomach, knocking the breath out of him. "What was that? Sleep walking? You're shambling." He would say as he brought his foot up to the man's stomach and kick him back. Bringing his knife back up he would position his feet in the correct stance. He was having fun that first attack, the next one would be deadly. The man he was fighting would charge once more. Rurik would then flip his dagger into the backhand state and slash the incoming attack once across before flipping his dagger once more into the standard knife hold and would slash again under the man's armpit. He would jump back and laugh. " You're getting drowsy." He would say as the man held his bleeding armpit would yawn out loud. " You look like your ready to fall asleep." Suddenly the man would run towards him once more. He would step aside once the man would strike and grab his wrist once more. This time he would go behind the man's back and pull him towards the dagger, stabbing his back. He would do release the wrist and stab three more times before jumping off. The man would lay on the ground bleeding out. "Spokoynoy nochi... " he would say as he snapped his fingers. The man would suddenly fall asleep on the ground as he bleed out. Rurik would wipe his dagger off and turn away from the man. "Umirayut v krovi." he would say as he walked away from the scene, leaving the man like he said to die in his blood.
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Rpc Name: Roman Level: 1 Style applied for: Bloody Razor What you know about the style: Bloody razor is a style based around bending ones blood to their own will. They can create weapons, projectiles, and trap opponent's with this style. However, using too much blood will cause them to pass out. At later stages, the practitioner becomes vampire like in nature. Rp Sample: Roman surveyed his opponent with a red hazy gaze, angered by the man. He had interrupted the young warrior's little meal. On the floor, twitching and barely alive was a girl. Her face was a pale white and she was almost nearly drained completely of her blood. Standing up, Roman wiped his forearm against his mouth, wiping away the blood that stained his lips. "What. The ********. Do you want?" He asked the intruding man, ruby red eyes almost literally stabbing him with the malice in his gaze. Roman was hungry, and most students around campus knew not to interrupt him during his meals. Doing so would either get you killed, or drained dry. Both in most cases. So what was this little b***h doing here? "Th-that's my girlfriend dude! What the ******** is your problem?" The random kid shouted, fire surging around him as he started to grow angry. Roman sighed, standing up. People and their love... a strong connection, yet so easily severed. "I'm sorry, I didn't know she was your girlfriend. If I had known, I would have done this much sooner." He said with a malicious grin as he raised one steel toed boot, stomping on the girls head and shattering her skull. Just as he did that, a look of determination grew in his opponent's eyes. Wordlessly, the blonde haired adversary charged towards Roman, and roman watched with interest as he made cut open his right hand with his fang before spreading the blood all over his hand. He then waved his hand in a slashing movement at the opponent, sending several crescent like blades flying at his adversary. As the flurry of blades converged on his opponent, the raven haired vampire would draw a knife, cutting open a slit on each of his forearms and watching as two blades of blood erupted from them, the scythelike protrusions extending outwards two feet on each forearm before he ran at the man, deciding he would toy with him before killing him. The blonde haired man would stomp on the ground, using the burning stamp technique. Still, Roman advanced while treading lightly and quickly across the ground, ready to have some fun. As he neared, the opponent would take a swift jab at his face. Spinning around and underneath the attack, Roman would slice his left bloody blade into his opponent's back instead of his head as he performed the shock club skill. This left a deep wound, and caused the man to shout in pain.
As soon as the reverse elbow landed, Roman would turn to look at his adversary, grinning a large fanged growl as he stepped backwards, out of the range of the burning stamp skill as he began to feel the bottom of his boots become rather hot. The other warrior would charge him, flames encircling his fist as he attempted to throw a mean right hook at Roman. As the other man began his bull like charge, Roman covered his hands in blood as he ducked underneath the punch and slapped both of his hands against his opponents chest and abdomen. As he did this, the fighter would back up slightly before he activated a signature move of this style. He made the handprints explode upon activation of his energy. This reaction created a large, gaping hole on the other man's chest, who shouted loudly in pain as the force of the blood explosion knocked him backwards. He sighed, deciding it was time to end this fight, before the other fighter attempted to do something wreckless that might actually hurt him. Slicing the palm of his left hand open and the top of his right hand open, he placed the cuts together before pulling them apart. This created a large bloodred blade. What happened next was hard to say. one moment he was there, the next moment he had completely slashed through the other fighter, crouching as the man's severed torso thumped onto the floor, thoroughly seperated from his legs. Roman then walked over to the man's neck, plunging his fangs into the man's neck and gulping greedily. The man hummed contentedly, the blood running down his throat and making him feel delightful, in more extacy than most known drugs were capable of creating.
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Rpc Name: Saleria Level: 1 Style applied for: Hell's Grasp What you know about the style: It's fire, and she loves fire. Rp Sample:
Saleria glared at her foes that stood before her, they had just bested her father in combat, but royally pissed her off. She had flames covering her hands before she charged in at one of the two enemies that dug their own grave. She was quick to hit him in the gut with a single flame fist, lighting his shirt on fire with the contact of flames. She grinned darkly and lifted the man up with her bare strength of the punch as she lifted him over her head and slammed him on the ground. In the following movements of slamming him, another man tried to come at her with a lead pipe before she grabbed it mid-swing.
She glared at the man and stomped on the ground as the ground around her pulsed and became extremely hot. This caused the man on his back to scream in pain as the other released the pipe and hopped once on each foot. She increased the flames of her hands to even higher temperatures before she uppercutted the man with her Lion Upper. The moment he was lifted, her elbows, knees, and ankles had a hot glow to them before she kneed the man. This caused a blowtorch to shoot out and burn the man alive. The last man still trying to get up soon had an elbow dropped onto him before he was burned, from the inside out.
What you know about the style: I'm a newbie, so only what I read,
Rp Sample: Waltzing down an alley with a bolt of speed, Adam crashes his head with another guy's back. He really hadn't seen the man and feel down on his butt while grabbing his head. "Ouch! That hurt man." and then the larger man answered "Maybe if you weren't such a dickwad and didn't crash into me." the larg man said with a mischievious smirk on his face. "HEY I was watching my way and you just stood in front of it!" Adam replied with a whole lot of anger while getting up. "Aww well the little hero is a little wimp. Do something about it you tiny piece of s**t!" The man said taking his middle finger out on Adam in a rude demeanor.
Adam took a stance to show him what he had. Right foot back. Punches clutched. His brows furrowed into an intense look and the skin below the right glove hardened from the Carbon Limb technique. The large man laughed at him and even opened his arms to embrace the punch... Wrong mistake. The punch hit flat out on the large man's belly and threw him backwards. He tried to gasp for air, but it took him a long while. The only thing he could do was try to slap the kid's leg while laying on his back, only to hurt his own hand in the process because of his harder skin.
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