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 Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 3:51 pm
Ah damn okay let me edit boss. Sorry the reg thing Im rping in so many I get confused
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 7:58 am
Rpc Name: Enma Nalaar
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Pheonix
What you know about the bloodline: okay, a pheonix is a creature that has a high flame tolerance, and if the users own element is flame its stronger in terms that it costs less to put out higher costing flames, most of their own attacks can and will hurt them, and their minds are completely unstable.
Rp Sample: Emma walks down the dark Nocturne street humming with his eyes closed. Focusing on the music in his head when he runs into a man causing them both to fall, the man stands up and grips Enma by his shirt collar and pulls his arm back, and swings a punch towards Enmas face, "a*****e! Watch where your going!" He screams as the punch lands, Emma looks up towards the man a sinister look in his eyes,
"Don't speak to me as if you are higher than me!" Enma screams kicking the man off of him. Three others surround Enma asking if the man he just kicked to the ground was alright, they begin to pick up random objects to use against the man they saw standing before them. " First person to strike, will be the voulenteer to show everyone what I can do!" He says in a cocky mannor. A man with a pipe rushes in swinging the pipe wildly, Enma catches it and charges it with his energy, clicking his tounge he kicks the man away, the pipe glows then explodes along with the mans arm. The rest of the men hesitate to attack, " To chicken s**t to attack? You were all for it before I made your friend into the lump of flesh he is!" Enma turn. Away from the men and glances back to make sure the tip of his shadow touched all of theirs at once, in the darkness of nocturne his dark flame went unnoticed and entered his shadow, simultaniously burning everyone, the pheonix chuckled as he knew he would be burn and knew he had a higher pain and flame tolerance , the men cry in agony as they are burned alive withstanding it for such a time Enma had actual visible burns on himself as well and was in a bit of pain, "To the medical wing I go!" He says wincing limping along as he whistled the same tune as before. " I really need to learn that dammed healing skill!" He scolds himself as he continues down the street.
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 10:28 am
rain: Accepted
viral: Accepted
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 8:49 pm
Rpc Name: Gabriel
Nation: Yuran
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Dreadnought
What you know about the bloodline: You’re a half demon that can create a carapace of our element. All the bloodline skills revolve around your carapace. It gives you a boost of strength by sacrificing speed.
Rp Sample: Gabriel walked through the quiet field, the moon reflecting off the nearby stream. Gabriel stopped in the middle of the field looking around at the tree line. ”Come out. I know your there….” he said waiting for his pursuers to show themselves. As Gabriel spoke 8 men revealed themselves, ready for a fight. ”So you knew we were tailing you?” the largest man said, obviously showing that he was the leader of the group. ”You’re easy to notice…. But clearly not very intelligent.” Gabriel said, ready for a fight. ”You insolent little punk! Just for that comment were going to crush you so much that even animals won’t want to eat you!” the leader said as he ordered his men to attack. The bandits charged forward, ready to kill Gabriel without a question and all Gabriel could do is smile. In a burst of light Gabriel was transformed into what looked like an armored creature. The bandit’s blades hit Gabriel, but didn’t leave a scratch on him. ”Fools…” Gabriel said as he swung his arm, pushing the bandits away. Then his fingers became sharp and resembled daggers as he slowly moved toward one of the bandits. The bandits attacked again swinging his sword, but Gabriel swung at the blade, cutting through the blade with his dagger-like claws and cutting through the bandit like butter. Gabriel then shed the carapace and the dagger claws, he then created a group of long sharp spike on his arms, flailing at the bandits in a wild motion at each of them that tried to attack him until only 4 were left. As Gabriel shed his carapace again he punched the ground and the ground began to shake. Suddenly an enormous carapace claw burst from the ground and hit one of the bandits and then into the ground crushing them into a bloody pulp. The bandit leader looked on as his men were slaughtered ”You.. You monster… I’ll make you pay for this!” he said shakily as he started to back away and then turned to run. ”You aren’t going anywhere…” Gabriel said as he planted his feet into the ground as spikes burst from the ground in wave of spikes toward the bandit leader as it quickly reached him, piercing him all over his body and pinning him to a tree as he died. Gabriel shed his carapace and reverted back into his human form and headed back home.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 1:38 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 9:36 am
Rpc Name: Seirra Usagi
Nation: rogue
Rank: trainee
Bloodline applied for: Waktu
What you know about the bloodline: EVIL KILLER BUNNIES!!!!! Blood makes them stronger/gives them their abilities depending on the symbols. Really sharp teeth.... can you iimagine what would happen if they made out with someone xDDDD
Rp Sample:
Growling under her breath the female glared down at the river below the bridge she was standing on. She wasn't enjoying the way her hair had decided to be messed up that day, and so she was trying to put every single strand back into the place it belonged. Her long fingers passed through her white hair getting rid of any knot it came across. Realizing that there was nothing she would be able to do to keep her hair in place that day she tied it up into a pony tail. AT least it wouldn't be getting into her face with the wind. Hearing something faint in the distance her large rabbit like ears twitched. It was fortunate her hearing was better than most races for what she heard just now wouldn't have ever been heard by any of them. Forgetting about her hair situation Seirra preoccupied herself with hearing out whoever was coming in her direction. As the seconds passed the sound became louder and louder. Quickly glancing around the Waktu female spotted a nice shade under some nearby trees to hide. Underneath the shade she patiently waited for her prey to come along. Before her prey had come into her sight she had already be able to smell the sweet scent of blood in the air. Whatever was coming her way either was already injured or had just finished killing off something else. It didn't matter, the simple smell of the blood in the air made her body grow excited. She didn't know how to explain it but she was extremely attracted to blood, and to her it was something extremely holy, it was the source of her strength.
Closing her eyes for a brief moment she would simply listen to her prey as it got closer. Once it had passed the spot she was hiding, she quickly dashed out of it. With a swift movement of her hand she slit the creatures throat with her knife. A dark smile filled with sharp teeth emerged on her face as she watched the blood pour for the wound.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 10:23 am
All pros, no cons. Try a new sample.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 10:31 am
-makes a new one-
Rpc Name:Seirra Usagi
Nation:Rogue
Rank:Trainee
Bloodline applied for:Waktu
What you know about the bloodline:
-sharp teeth
-better hearing and smell (can be beneficial and bad for them depending on the situation)
-power/abilities from blood symbols (no blood symbol no ability)
-can't be touched by diamonds
Rp Sample: A young waktu female hid in the shadows in an attempt to sneak up on her target. She never referred to them as targets though, to her everything was prey and nothing more. Unlike what most would think she didn't eat her prey, no she only needed the blood that flowed through their veins. Up in the sky dark clouds were gathering and some thunder could be heard far off in the background. A storm was coming. Rabbit like ears twitched as she listened closely to her surroundings while at the same time she began to form the blood symbol she needed for the ability she desired to use. Fortunately her hearing was better than some races and could pick up sounds most others didn't. But everything always had a down side. Just as her prey was right in front of her an extremely high pitched sound echoed through the air. Her sensitive ears felt like they were burning in the inside. Groaning to herself her hands instinctively went to cover her ears and attempt blocking out as much sound as possible. Once the sound was gone Seirra quickly looked around for her prey but they were gone. It seemed that they had realized she was there and had used that sound to distract her. This was going to be harder than she had planned for, the prey knew some of her weaknesses and was taking advantage of them. Picking up a sound that seemed off it took her a few miliseconds to realize her prey was aiming to attack her. Reacting as fast as she could the Waktu female tried getting out of the way but didn't make it in time. The opponents blunt weapon dug into her side. A grunt of pain exited her mouth as she jumped backwards. The pain was just too much.If she took another hit like that last one she was sure to lose the fight. Her body couldn't handle as much strain as other bloodlines. The faster she ended the fight the better. Keeping a close eye on her opponent she finished up the blood symbol she had been making earlier, feathers on her arms. Just as her blood symbol began to make its effects her opponent came at her for another strike. Waktu's were naturally fast but with the blood script she had just made she was even faster. Dodging her opponents attack came as no issue to her now. With swift and silent movements she got out of the way of his attack and went in for her counter attack.
(( i have to go x.x ..... if I need to add more I will when I can ))
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 9:42 pm
Rpc Name: Pierce Morbus
Nation: Yuran
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Feral
What you know about the bloodline: Their focus appears to be the manipulation of their own bodies, as well as the grafting of other parts onto themselves, to either suit general needs or accomplish specific tasks. While their added strength (likely from the rigor mortis) and body-part melding is handy, they're somewhat lacking in dexterity and social graces by nature, given their corpse-like status.
Rp Sample: "Been up all night, starin' out at the skyline light.
Turnin' over, and all I remember -
Never was right, always surrendered!
Just carry me! Carry me down!
Carry me down to Heartbreak Town!"
The meager crowd at the Green Camel Inn turned away from the small corner of the bar room, and only about half of them were applauding, as Pierce strummed the last few notes on his sitar, and rose from his chair, beaming. It didn't much matter to him that this slovenly group of boorish drunks didn't appreciate his music like others in bigger establishments did. So long as he was putting his heart into it, he knew he was doing it right. He took a deep bow to his audience, picked up the small urn he used to collect his earnings, and returned his sitar to its strapped position along his back, sidling up to the bar and dropping onto a stool. He didn't really drink, of course - he valued keeping his mind sharp and prepared - so he simply dumped a small amount from the urn onto the counter. "Here you are, barkeep. For the extended booking." With that, Pierce stood up and meandered from the inn, walking outside for the first time in the four days he'd been there.
His eyes quickly scanned the streets around him, and picked up on several untrustworthy sorts already eyeing him as he made his egress from the Green Camel. He didn't linger on them long enough to hint he'd really noticed, but under his coat on his back, something twitched tentatively, bumping the sitar slightly. He started down the stretch of road, already wishing the brutes would hurry up and get their mugging attempt over with. He was almost sure he'd seen at least one of them in the tavern before...it was difficult for him to distinguish one of these uncultured swine from another. As he turned a corner, he leaned casually against a wall a few feet from the street, tucked the urn under his arm and began strumming his sitar, humming a little something quietly. As the approaching footsteps grew close, one hand moved away from the sitar and undid the clasps of his jacket, then returned to the instrument. Two men approached him, each armed with some sort of knife, while he heard a third walking up from the opposite end of the area he'd turned down. They began with the usual drivel petty thieves gave their intended victims, with quips about 'your money or your life, buddy' and whatnot. Then the man in front made the move he'd been hoping for - a careless lunge forward with the blade.
In a thoroughly prepared motion, Pierce kicked off from the wall enough for a third arm on his back to shove his jacket off, grab the urn, and shove it over the crook's hand, causing it to become lodged tightly onto his arm. As he struggled with this, Pierce's third hand swung for a punch into the first crook's face, while his two main hands maneuvered the sitar into an offensive stance, one hand flicking a switch along the neck. Out stuck a thin blade from the end of the instrument, and it sunk into the second crook's gut. From behind him, the third thief yelled something, and suddenly Pierce heard two loud BANG noises, then felt the pressure of two objects planting themselves into his back. He sighed, withdrawing his sitar's blade from his previous opponent and turning around, one eyebrow raised, his grin still evident. "Now that's poor sportsmanship." With a quick secondary flick of the switch, the blade emerged again, this time shooting out the short distance to the final mugger. He moved his back-arm slowly, and then shook his head as he pulled it loose from the rest of him. "Oh, well. Thing was ready to rot off anyway." He leaned down over the unconscious mugger and pulled the urn off of his arm, then turned to the farthest mugger. Silently thanking the fool for getting within the edge of his weapon’s ten-foot limit, Pierce extracted the slim blade from his chest cavity and reapplied it to its slot within the sitar. After a moment’s consideration, he decided against removing their arms for his own use. “Shot through the heart…” he murmured to himself in a low sing-song voice, then began whistling as he continued along his route.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 9:57 pm
Madigan and Drag: Approved
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 6:05 pm
Rpc Name: Althalos
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Phoenix
what you know about the bloodline: A phoenix is more adapt to fire techniques. They have very useful techniques, but they hurt themselves a lot during use. They can add an explosion to their physical attacks, but it hurts them. They can be rebirthed, but with no knowledge of skills. Also higher fire tolerance. Highly unstable minds.
Rp Sample: "The bigger they are, the harder they fall... right?" Althalos asked himself unassuredly as he looked the giant up and down. It had a nasty looking club in it's left hand and a body used for clubbing in it's right. Althalos had his greatsword, which looked like a dagger against the giant. However, he also had an arsenal of explosive skills. He picked up a rock appeared to analyze it, and threw it at the giant's face. The giant laughed until the rock exploded in it's face. angry now, it threw the body at Althalos, who dodged it and shot a fireball at him. The giant roared, seemingly unfazed by it. The battle for the next few minutes was nothing but explosions and roars. Althalos had to end the fight soon, if he didn't want to end up flattened.
Althalos and the giant kept fighting. Well, Althalos kept giving wounds that the giant seemed to ignore. Althalos would slash the giant, and it would just seem to roar and fight harder. Althalos charged a boulder with a c4 like technique. The giant stepped on it, and Althalos detonated it. The giant flew back, not aware that it was charged. Suddenly Althalos had an idea. He gave the giant a slash on the throat. Now that he saw the blood, he used intense focus and split an atom. This literally made the giant's head explode. Althalos laughed and walked away, not exactly sure why he was laughing.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 11:53 pm
Rpc Name: Seighart (Pending)
Nation:Yuran
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Draconian
What you know about the bloodline: They have dragon like characteristics and are in a permanent semi-dragon state. At low levels they can turn parts of the bodies into almost full dragon form and later they can turn into huge giant dragons. They are strong and heavy but slow and noisy... Plus they are very sleepy especially after transforming into full dragon.
Rp Sample:
Seighart was strolling, on utterly heavy foot after the other, through town one evening trying to stay as quiet as possible but inevitably still waking people about half a 100 meters away from his current position. He was quite sleepy as he just came from a mission and had to use the full extent of his powers there. He continued to lug his huge body sluggishly to the Paladin's Castle where he could sleep in peace. Mustering the last of his strength he used his wings to fly towards the castle so as to avoid disturbing anyone else. He was like dizzy fly going there and when he finally got right above his two story outbuilding his powers left him and he fell fast asleep in the middle of the sky.
Now one may wonder why he needs a separate house for himself... this is why. Sieghart plummeted down into his house, busting a hole into the roof of the building, and went through the 100% pure cement of which was his second floor, and landed into the worn bed once again breaking the legs of the bed and bursting the pillows. A last second of his consciousness thought "At least it's a stary night". He, weirdly, dreamed of his recent battle as he nearly lost but miraculously won.
"Seiiiiiig!! Come quick!". The city had already suffered a great deal. The normal guards, although quite capable at their work, could barely keep the enemies at bay. The generals of Yuran had finally stepped onto the field, or whatever form of locomotion they had as Seighart flew into the area because he would never get their in time if he ran. He roared a deafening roar to disorient his enemies as he soared.Then because he needed to take out a lot of enemies quickly, he breathed fire and used Razor Scale Barrage simultaneously to pick at the weaker and weaken the strong. It rained flaming dragon scales and to the regular foot soldier it had been hell. He flew upward into the air and stopped using his wings. This made him fall into the ground, specifically at one of the main generals of the enemy. He took out his hammer and smashed it at the face of that certain general, but the general was able to block it. As Seighart was running low on juice, he decided to risk it by turning full dragon. He swatted the general away for a while so he could get a more soldiers down, but then the enemy cast a spell which hit him in the underbelly. Greatly injuring him, he had to withdraw for a few seconds and use a final counter attack. He used his enormous size and weight to crush a good number of soldiers as well as the general he fought. His part was done and he retreated.
Sieg woke up to a brand new day.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 5:16 pm
@Allucard: Accepted. But next time make sure you show thee weaknesses in the rp sample, and not just the description.
@Blood: Accepted.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 1:55 pm
I figured I'd do this before I make a profile and what not.
Rpc Name: Animus Lupus
Nation: Kranila
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Lycanthrope
What you know about the bloodline: The bloodline allows for increased speed and strength. Like vampires, Lycans are harmed within sunlight but not to any major extent. Just a sting. Lycans cannot transform within sunlight. Silver harms them. They have sensitive noses and hearing.
Rp Sample:
Animus looked up with golden colored eyes. Sunlight fell upon his ragged appearance through a sky light within the cell. As the light of dawn met with his nearly naked figure it scorched his skin as if he'd laid atop smoldering coals. All Animus could muster was a sigh as his eyes darted to the opposite side of the small metal cell. His eyes pierced through the dark as he watched what seemed to be a young lady. Animus' ears twitched with each step she took. He could hear no heart beat. His eyes narrowed to further focused on the nearing woman.
"Well it seems the beautiful vampire has come out to play once again," Animus spoke to her in a nearly hushed tone, his voice hinted a German accent.
"Nonsense, this time I'm hear to finish you. Once and for all!" the woman spoke with a heavy Transylvanian accent. She wore a black dress that stopped at her thighs. Her skin pale, yet beautiful. Her red eyes seemed so soft and caring yet also seemed to pierce right through Animus. Long brown hair flowed down her back. Meanwhile red lipstick stained her lips.
"Now, now Britannia. That's honestly no way to speak to your husband now is it?" Animus said with a sly grin, revealing his pearl white canines. When Britannia spoke Animus could smell the blood in her breath.
There was a only a few minutes of sunlight left. Animus' left arm began to throb. Blood pumping faster and faster. The veins with in the arm began to bulge. Almond color hair began to sprout quickly, covering the arm in a forest of hair. Long sharp claws began to replace his finger nails. Animus lunged at Britannia. She lunged back. Animus' arm plunged itself through her abdomen, instantly spilling her dead insides. Animus then placed his lips upon. He then pulled back. "I'm so sorry my love," Animus spoke with a low, sorrowful voice. Britannia's head fell upon his shoulder. She seem dead but Animus was unsure. The sun fell and the moon arose. Animus slowly began to transform. Slowly taking on wolf like features. With a wolf like snout Animus looked upon the moon. As he did he felt something puncture his chest. Slowly looking down Animus saw a silver knife plunged deep into his chest. He raised his wolf like head and howled. As he did Britannia wrenched the knife, twisting it within his chest. His howling stopped as he then dropped to the floor.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 11:07 pm
(((Just a note, Alik is going to be a half-blood since he's human now and will be bitten to become a lycan, would that effect any weaknesses or strengths?)))
Rpc Name: Alik Sensera Patten
Nation: Rogue!
Rank: Adept
Bloodline applied for: Werewolf
What you know about the bloodline:
I understand that you have to go to a place call "Moonlight Peak" or something along those lines to become a fully fledged werewolf. Werewolfs hate loud sounds and bad smells, there hearing and smell are enhanced. Silver weakens them and Werewolf's cant fully transform in sunlight *sadface*. They also have the unique ability of high speed regeneration.
Rp Sample:
Alik watched as the five vampires surrounded him, all of them thirsting for this Half-werewolf's blood. Alik stood strong, holding his Axe in his hands in front of him. "You Blood suckers..." "Word's can only pierce the ears boy..." Two Vampires ran at him, straight from the front. Alik readed himself holding his axe in front of him in defense. The vampires ran at him and collided with the axe, the combined strength of the vampires pushed Alik back until the dirt under him just slipped and he slid back into a tree. HIs back hitting it and was now pinned at the waist by his axe. He coughed up blood, and leaned forwards, the vampires quickly gripped at Alik's neck and held him down. "Let's feast..." one said as he began to get closer and closer, as the other pinned him up to the tree. When the Vampires teeth got closer to his neck, all of the sudden Alik's hand shot up and gripped the vampires face. Something was different about his hand, it had brown fur on it, much more muscular, and claws. Alik clenched harder crushing the vampires head, then lifted his head up looking at the other vampire "Feeding time..."
Alik's left foot transformed and he lifted it up and in one powerful kick smashed his foot into the gut of the other vampire, sending him flying and with a thud, hit a tree and broke the tree. The three other vampires hissed at Alik, Alik glared at them and put his axe down on the ground. Putting on his Gauntlet instead. the Vampires began to circle Alik, Alik on the other hand stood there calmly watching them circle. A Vampire lunged at him from the left side, Alik's superior speed aloud him to duck, the vampire soring over him. Another jumped from behind, Alik looked back seeing he couldn't dodge it. He activated the Partial Transformation his back and then made the fur on his back as sharp as needles. When the Vampirs fist collided with his back, the fir destroyed the hand. Alik turned around and thrusted his gauntlet forwards using Jade Strike, impaling the Vampire. He then whipped him to the direction of the Vampire that missed him. He then took a deep breath and let out a giant roar using the Piercing Roar Technique. The Vampires that were still alive clenched and cover there ears. Alik grinned and within two Leaps... the Targets were dead...
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