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 Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 10:40 am
Rpc Name:
Kirin Vilkus
Level:
1
Style applied for:
Mind Control
What you know about the style: This style is about playing with the minds of others around you. Where it is not a psychical style in any sense, it is used to trick the target, demoralize, or simply destroy the target's mind. You are able to even change who they are given enough time. This style usually requires contact with the target or simply speaking to them to make sure the ki is fully threaded into their mind.
Rp Sample: It was kind of funny how the two idiots would swing wildly at thin air, acting like they were fighting something. Kirin had himself braced behind a tree trunk only a few meters away, with a smile faintly across his face. They thought they were trying to beat down the azured hair p***k that had talked about how that their mothers were not have decent last night but he could still teach them a few tricks. They really did not seem to like that. All it was used for to distract them long enough for him to have some fun with them. He had only swiped his hand against their backs moments ago and tranfered ki, they had never seen the real Kirin. In they would have soon watched as the fakes disappeared and Kirin would walk out from behind the tree trunk. They would start rushing towards the man with malice, but they would soon stop in the their tracks as Kirin's words would snake into the air, into their minds. "Hey hey... You guys dont want fight me. I mean whats the point?" They would glance at each for a moment wondering what the hell he was talking about, but something lightly tugged at them to listen. "I mean look you made fools of yourselves just trying to hit something that was never there. Why would you waste your energy fighting over something so pointless." One of the two idiots had started to relax,but the look in his eyes still wanted to rip the little s**t into pieces. Kirin would slowly walk towards the two and smile slyly at them. "Come on lets stop this pointless fighting. Get a beer or something?" The two had seemed to change as they looked at him him with smiles of their own, it did not sound too bad. Yeah beers sounded great. Kirin would lightly pat them each on the back and lead them foreword slowly guiding them foreword. It was funny, cause neither one would have ever noticed the knives on his hips. As his hands slipped away from their backs, he hands would slowly snake down to his hips removing them quickly. The two would have a killer headache if they had ever woken up after that. The holes in the their heads would have been simple slits hidden by their hair, it made it pretty easy to hide where they had been stuck. They weren't worth his time enslaving, they were alittle dim for his liking...
Skills: Hallucinate,Disappear Object,Forceful Suggestion
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 5:28 pm
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 9:12 pm
Rpc Name: Nero Anderson
Level: 1
Style applied for: Absolute Zero
What you know about the style: Absolute zero is the ice based Gene-X style. The user freezes the air with ki, and can create anything from a sword made of ice to a completely real and moving animal. From freezing existing water to completely creating their own ice, users of this style posess much versatility.
Rp Sample:
Things were not looking too pleasant for Nero. While this fight had been even and challenging at first, the young fighter had begun the descent down a slippery slope, very quickly. Ignoring the pain from his shoulder wound, he knew he couldnn't hold out forever. chances were, he'd probably bleed out if he didn't finish this quickly... so maybe it was time to wrap things up. His opponent materialized a blade comprised entirely of kinetic energy before charging, the bright purple katana raised high overhead in a simple and crushing vertical blow. Ever perceptive of his surroundings, Nero smiled as he sidestepped and ducked left, freezing a patch of ice underneath his opponent's feet. The swordsmen stumbled forward from his own momentum, performing a ninja roll forward to right himself and narrowly avoiding to large spheres of freezing ki that had been sent rocketing towards him. Giving him little time to recover, a claymore of frost appeared in the cryomancer's hands as he slid forward upon a patch of ice that enveloped his path. Vaulting high into the air upon reaching his adversary, Nero flipped twice through the air, narrowly avoiding an overhead swing and carving a path straight through the opponent's shoulder with the bladed ice. From this slight shift in momentum, the battle was pretty much over; Nero would not have it any other way. Crouching low and placing his hands on the ground immediately upon landing, a pack of wolves comprised entirely of snow and ice formed behind his opponent, charging forward with bloodthirst in every set of icy blue eyes. The other fighter battled valiantly, and might have actually held off the beasts... if they were the only monster he had to worry about. Nero however, had already pushed his hand forward; focusing upon all of the water in his target's body. This was probably the cleanest shot he was going to get, so it was all or nothing. The process was fairly quick, instantaneous almost as the kinetic weaponry user began to freeze up, every molecule in his body dropping to a literal absolute zero in temperature. Pretty soon he was nothing but an icicle, which the summoned wolves ripped apart with impunity.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 11:40 pm
Accepted, sorry for the wait.
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 4:04 pm
Rpc Name: Vincent Coolidge
Level: 1
Style applied for: Inner Storm
What you know about the style: This is a gene-x style that revolves around electricity or lightning. In its later forms this technique gains the ability to start using magnetism by using the electricity in said style.
Rp Sample:
Vincent stood as calm as the wind, the air that would blow upon his skin would feel as cool as it was hot. Beads of sweat were developing and seemingly enveloping his entire body in a wave of smell in his bodies simple attempt in trying to cool itself off. Suddenly something quick happened, a teen jumped behind him and stabbed him with a rather dull hooked blade that still dove into Vincent's flesh as if it were a knife through hot butter. Pulling the knife out, it ripped the flesh of his arm out with him in the hook part. Gasping widely he fell to the ground, "What the hell?" He would gasp as he glared a stoic face with bright blue eyes peering at whoever was the assailant. He could not move, had he been poisoned? More than likely. As the teen would lower to grasp him down he laughed but acted helpless. As the assailant would grab him and lift his bronze body from the ground, Vincent would smile and speak, "Gotchya b***h," Striking forth with an uppercut to the throat, Vincent had charged his hit with the lightning fist technique, stunning his opponent. Wait, how did Vincent even get up from the poisoned blade? Well that would be simple, he used a simple technique called Static Movement. As his assailant was now on the ground he walked over to him, smiled, and crushed his neck.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 12:45 am
Demi-God Death Rpc Name: Vincent Coolidge Level: 1 Style applied for: Inner Storm What you know about the style: This is a gene-x style that revolves around electricity or lightning. In its later forms this technique gains the ability to start using magnetism by using the electricity in said style. Rp Sample: Vincent stood as calm as the wind, the air that would blow upon his skin would feel as cool as it was hot. Beads of sweat were developing and seemingly enveloping his entire body in a wave of smell in his bodies simple attempt in trying to cool itself off. Suddenly something quick happened, a teen jumped behind him and stabbed him with a rather dull hooked blade that still dove into Vincent's flesh as if it were a knife through hot butter. Pulling the knife out, it ripped the flesh of his arm out with him in the hook part. Gasping widely he fell to the ground, "What the hell?" He would gasp as he glared a stoic face with bright blue eyes peering at whoever was the assailant. He could not move, had he been poisoned? More than likely. As the teen would lower to grasp him down he laughed but acted helpless. As the assailant would grab him and lift his bronze body from the ground, Vincent would smile and speak, "Gotchya b***h," Striking forth with an uppercut to the throat, Vincent had charged his hit with the lightning fist technique, stunning his opponent. Wait, how did Vincent even get up from the poisoned blade? Well that would be simple, he used a simple technique called Static Movement. As his assailant was now on the ground he walked over to him, smiled, and crushed his neck. 'stoic face with bright blue eyes' I giggled. lol ANYWAY, APPROVED...now I will go look over your profile.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 6:07 pm
Rpc Name: Jay
Level: 01
Style applied for: Mr.Hyde
What you know about the style: It causes the user to gain a split of personalities, one being Jekyll the other Hyde, a hardcore cool reference to the actual literature. It is one of the most powerful physical styles of the main styles if not downright the strongest. It allows for bodily changes and functions, as well as enhancements. Causes the user to have one dark side, the other good, can possibly end up erasing the original personality and alas be gained back through training upon reaching the last level. The user takes one full post to enter transformation stages, meaning no skills can be used for the full of that post. I can go on, but I'm sure you get the point.
Rp Sample:
- Peace, the symbol of ease, silence, the utter golden delight that forged every bit of humanities form to its perfection. The young martial artist had sat still within the flecks of grass that was offered in the back of his home. Breaths patiently pacing back and forth, and a cool coo here and there from the temperature of such a terrain. A bit chilly, but it did nothing harmful to the meditating young man sitting and focusing. The scene was dampening, the sounds of shriveled drops and wisp of rain began to descend from the heavens above. Grass and plants alike began to echo with the sweet chimes of mother natures very tears that bathed her children world with health and nutrition.'' Hhhh..Hhhho... '' A huff, that left just as soon as it came in a calm exhale. Eyes opened to reveal royal blue hues, in which it was the signal of the beginning of his training. It had been ever since he was injected by that estranged serum that he had desired and required a higher form of discipline. Arms crossed like his legs, ears perked at the sound of a spiraling object nearing his form.
A hand raised to flick its middle finger upwards in order to have the ring finger cross over it; it ending with a successful capture of the star like blade projectile. As if he had read the exact future and outcome of the objects trajectory. Standing, his blue cloak like robe had slink down to be sported along his hips. Revealing his muscular and athletic physique, whilst the rain ran through his hair and the very crevices along his flesh.'' This is annoying.. '' A dull stare forwards that turned agitated, he turned his head in a ninety degree notion and checked the clearing of the fields. Tested to see his limits, it all irked the living hell out of him; it was by all means literal. Steps had emerged from the silence that hid behind the rain, splash, splatter, and crush at the dial was the grass and leaves crunching from such vigorous motion. Deep blue hues seemingly rolled as they averted to the corner of their sockets, and a dry loose yet focused back fist punch was delivered to the invader coming in close on him. A mid gut, mid torso delivery would send the target back in which he had shifted the sheer momentum of his exact force; with even a snap and whip lashing like echo emitting from the contact alone.
Alas, through that powerful harm came many more. Kunai's, blades, daggers all would be sent towards his position which had been attached to a main source. Threads like a puppet of Genocide, had homed in on the young Martial Artist. Crackling or so it could be assumed, was beginning to sound about the area. It was surely the numerous tools clanking and clacking against one another as they focused in on the main dish of today's training. Leaping back, bare feet sliding and slicking within the green of the wet grass; Jay had scrunched his face slightly in annoyance. Bringing both of his arms up to cross within a X formation over his front, he had been enclosed and caught within a surprising attack. Not like he had no way of handling it, though from his recent discovers there was not much to worry about. The objects had not pierce, but they did indeed graze across his flesh along its outskirts. A stoic being, for he had learned from many other disciplining tactics and hardships; Jay merely glared through the storm of weapons before a change. It was about time he let the beast out of its own little cage for a while, and with eyes that suddenly glowed and pupils that turned white with a slit he did. Canines became more prominent and sharp, fangs if you will. With his body growing buffer, and more masculine than normal.
Blood trickled down both his arms and along his hardened abs that flexed to endure the pressure of the attack. As if his muscles had grown to become capable of fighting back against the weaponry, the glowing eyed lad began to growl. A dark and sinister grin with a smug expression to match had developed, a slight deep and bass cackle that had emerged with the cuts and carvings from his body had started to emit a aura over them. A strong and deep aura that was his Ki taking effect. All stood around him, for it revealed that not one being had controlled the weapons alone. All stood in silence waiting for him to take action, noticing he was healing. Form of regeneration had taken place, showing little to nothing of a wound left behind. Growling, the body of Jay had darted off to lash towards them. Claws had grown and been sent directly towards and at the face of one fighter yet stopped just inches away.'' G-GEH! '' It choked, and in time body sizzled from the swap and change within mind sets. Falling to his knees, the martial artist had returned coughing, huffing, and panting from such a dramatic change.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 7:31 pm
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 3:04 am
Rpc Name: Iza Versa
Level: 1
Style applied for: Inner Storm
What you know about the style:
emotion_awesome Everything emotion_awesome
Inner storm is a Gene-X, one of the many available at Ludus, that incorporates a type of lightning into it. As Hell's Grasp has fire, Inner Storm [as the name suggests] has lightning. With each stage the powers and techniques grow and get stronger though the stronger the technique the more costly the price of using. Later on it is able to magnetize stuff with its well lightning.
Rp Sample:
xxxIza would step back for the slightest of seconds, this man was dangerous and refused to give ground. Had she somehow been found out? It was hard to tell but from the way this situation was working he had somehow knew she was coming. What a faggatron. Smiling sweetly she spoke from under her small mask, "I guess trying to continue this romantic talk is now off the table?" She stated as the man paused for only a moment, the only moment she needed.
xxxRushing forth she ran directly at the man before turning sideways and doing a summersault and pushing off with her hands to bring her leg straight down with an crescent moon type kick, knocking the man's head down. As the man's head went down and she landed on her feet with her back to him, she turned in a 360 manner with upper-cutted him with a Lightning Fist technique, followed by a left strike and another right handed Lightning Fist technique, as he flew into the wall on the second one, paralyzed, she simply walked up to him and slit his throat. Licking the blood off of the knife she sighed, "Can never find a man who lasts." Was her only comment.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 3:07 am
Xx Isabella-Shokku xX Rpc Name: Iza Versa Level: 1 Style applied for: Inner Storm What you know about the style: emotion_awesome Everything emotion_awesome Inner storm is a Gene-X, one of the many available at Ludus, that incorporates a type of lightning into it. As Hell's Grasp has fire, Inner Storm [as the name suggests] has lightning. With each stage the powers and techniques grow and get stronger though the stronger the technique the more costly the price of using. Later on it is able to magnetize stuff with its well lightning. Rp Sample: xxxIza would step back for the slightest of seconds, this man was dangerous and refused to give ground. Had she somehow been found out? It was hard to tell but from the way this situation was working he had somehow knew she was coming. What a faggatron. Smiling sweetly she spoke from under her small mask, "I guess trying to continue this romantic talk is now off the table?" She stated as the man paused for only a moment, the only moment she needed. xxxRushing forth she ran directly at the man before turning sideways and doing a summersault and pushing off with her hands to bring her leg straight down with an crescent moon type kick, knocking the man's head down. As the man's head went down and she landed on her feet with her back to him, she turned in a 360 manner with upper-cutted him with a Lightning Fist technique, followed by a left strike and another right handed Lightning Fist technique, as he flew into the wall on the second one, paralyzed, she simply walked up to him and slit his throat. Licking the blood off of the knife she sighed, "Can never find a man who lasts." Was her only comment. Approved fo' rizzle, yo~
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