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 Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 10:17 pm
lol nice xD
Accepted dramallama
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 4:06 am
Rpc Name: Remi Reverene (not created yet)
Nation: {None currently)
Rank:{None currently)
Bloodline applied for: Incubus
What you know about the bloodline: Incubuses are male versions of the masters of suduction, making the opposite gender have problems hurting them, and they can be smelt by draconians, werewolves, vampires for even being seen by them. They have the master/slave setup that can easily backfire on them, and they are known to be simply beautiful, with a demon tail and wings.
Rp Sample:
"Ohhhh He's so cuteeee!!!!!"
"Rue-chan, Where did you say he was from?"
"Actually, he wouldnt tell me, but isnt he adorable?"
Remi, always had a problem. that problem was, he was the most clueless incubus you could ever find. He knew how to fight with his tail, and sadly, despite his young age, how to seduce people, but it didnt mean he wanted to.....it just, erm, well.... happened. Remi would always have a hard time with googly eyed women chased after him (or squishing him in the middle of a group, like as of right now) though he was the first of his kind.....not to like it. He was shunned by his kind, for the fact he wanted a master, that was nice with him, and could get along with him...... problem was, this, would always happen. how was he suppose to find a person who he would consider very, very special to him if these crazy 'fangirl' like women were following him all over the place?!
"Sama, please help me now......" tears rolled down his cheeks, as he was completely immobile, as he struggled to get out of the situation he was in.... it bothered him alot for the fact he was stuck with three women completely surrounded him, and because of his age, his size only let him be alittle taller than their chest line, making it really hard for him to breathe as they mess with his hair and tail..... Apparently the women were more like succubus than he was, messing with his tail, just to see him yelp and blush redly. This, right now, was getting him nowhere besides the fact he knew something bad for a kid like him was coming.....
Though he hoped that he could get alittle help, because the funny part is, the fact he was traveling in a group, and they left him behind because of his amount 'lady action' he got. Now, He was in the most happiest place in the world for perverted men and Incubi, but for him, he just entered his own little version of hell; and he was getting nowhere.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 4:35 am
Another Incubus.
Rin: Approved.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 8:10 am
Rpc Name: Maximus
Nation: Haven't decided yet.
Rank: Trainee Currently
Bloodline applied for: GIANTS
What you know about the bloodline: Everything, considered I created the Damn race myself.
Rp Sample: 2 paragraphs of 10 lines? Easy. I should write it backwords really. But I won't in consideration.
Maximus stood in front of this Dragon. He and 33 of his followers were ordered to kill it. All 33 were giants, though not as skilled as Maximus. They were arranged in rows of 10, Maximus and his best two men up in front. The dragon, who was defending it's cave from these giants, began to snap at the men. Maximus, being who he is, stopped the dragon with his own two hands, grabbing the top jaw and the bottom jaw, keeping them from closing on his comrades. Though, this made the dragon angry, and caused it to swipe about, killing some of his men. This pissed him off. He still had his men, but he was short half a giant army.
He began to roar, as if possessed by some demon. He pushed the dragon back, getting out of the way of it's mouth. This pissed the dragon off, so it tried to swipe Maximus with a claw. Which, he easily stopped. He grasped the claw of the dragon, pulling hard and tearing it out. The dragon jerked it claw back, and reared back. Maxmus, still in a fit of rage threw the claw, with serious power, piecing the throat of the dragon, thus bringing it to the ground. Still in a fit, he leaped to the throat of the grounded dragon, drawing his foot back, and letting a serious kick go to it's throat, making a horrid snapping sound. After a moment of choking the dead dragon, he came to his senses. He looked about the dragon, just for spoils. He tore a horn from the dragons head, and a good amount of Scales from it's body.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 8:15 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 8:29 pm
Rpc Name: N/A
Nation: N/A
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Seer
What you know about the bloodline: They can see the future, and sense people's emotions and what not. They're mind readers as well. Despite being able to sense life force, that only reaches so far, and it can be duped. There's holds on what you can read from the mind, obviously else we'd be to kick arse.
Rp Sample:
"What is she doing? We need to hurry up!"
"Just stay quiet, and you will see."
The two men stood around Saiyuri, the short girl with the flowing hair. She had been motionless for a few minutes, only the wind causing her to move. The impatient man moved infront of her, and waved his hand over the blind fold that covered Saiyuri's sightless eyes. There was no great story as to why she was blind, it had merely always been that way. One could say it was what the price was for her powers. "Incase you're wondering, I can see you just fine." Saiya brushed the man's hand away, and moved forth, rushing forward. "He's just outside the fringe of the forest." The other man, the one with confidence in Saiyuri, playfully hit the other man on the arm. "What did I tell ya? C'mon, he's probably badly hurt." The trio wasted no more breath in speaking, and rushed off to find one of the Masters of their Nation. Saiya's face was set in determination, which covered her inner turmoil. This wasn't just any citizen of their beloved Nation, it was her husband.
"...wouldn't have been able to do that if she hadn't known him and come into contact. Get it?"
"Oh...no I don't really understand it still."
Saiya realized her brother had been trying to explain her Seer powers to their friend, who was quite new to the Nation. Her mind snapped back into attention when she sensed an emotion of great pain and anguish, not too far off to her right. The energy source itself was dim, meaning that whoever's energy that was was running quite low. Saiya sped forward, pushing herself to her limits.
"s**t..."
The trio came upon the man who was partially propped up against a tree, blood oozing from in between his fingers. His right hand was clenched against the stump of his left arm, which was laying just not too far from his body. Saiya's breath hitched in her throat as she rushed over.
"Oh, so you guys finally found me eh? Sorry I worried you Saiya, I should've known you would be seeing this...before."
Saiya's shaky hands pushed her husband's hand away, and immediately set to fixing him. Saiyuri's mind cleared as she focused her energy towards her hands, trying to ignore the banter and questions being thrown around. Her job was to help her husband literally regenerate an arm. Her energy was visibly flowing into her husband's body, pushing against the blood.
"...she was keeping an eye out for you, probably pushing herself too. Ya know you worry the hell outta her? Can't believe I let you marry my sister, can't even hold out in a fight huh?"
Her husband squirmed lightly, feeling an itching sensation as his arm began to grow back. In a flash of light, accompanied by a series of grunts, Saiya's husband had a brand new arm. Saiya raised her hand to his face, cupping his cheek lightly as a soft smile lifted her lips. He was just about to embrace her in a hug, when Saiya's arm retracted back, and slammed into his face. "How could you make me worry you fool! Always running off without backup and no word about anything! And before dinner! You-" Saiya immediately lapsed into silence, feeling a killing intent rise from the forest around them. It made her skin crawl, immediately alerting her to an enemies presence. The grave look on her face, told her husband that it was time to defend, again. "Two on the right, three from behind, and one on the left." The group around them nodded their heads, and Saiya was shuffled backward. While she possessed great powers, Saiyuri didn't have any offensive talents. Immediately, the fighting ensued, and many mini battles set off in all directions. Saiya 'watched' as best as she could, at some points energies blurred together, making it hard for her to keep track of her comrades. Saiya did not wish to sit still and do nothing, and was still feeling very nervous about the outcome of the battle. Someone had to seriously have been powerful to rip the arm of her husband's arm off.
Saiya's body went rigid, her mind's eye working overtime at the moment. She was no longer in the present tense, rather looking into the future. All was going well, until a blur of energy circled thrice around the battlefield, before stopping just behind Saiya, and wrapping an arm around her neck. She snapped out of her trance, and tried to turn around in time, only managing to allow the trickster to get his hands around his neck.
"I know you're talents witch, and I know them very well."
He laughed, exposing his fangs to the world around them. He turned Saiya's head to the side, barely feeling anything from the kicks Saiya was attempting to do. It felt as if her brain was being suffocated, and she acted out in the only way she could. Her power fluxed, and a cloud was set over the Vampire Trickster's eyes.
That was all that was needed, since it surprised him, and gave her husband the chance he needed to lop off the Vamp's head. Saiya's frail body fell limp, due to the shock, and the sheer power of the vamp. Her brother caught her before she hit the ground, and he cradled her. There was slight bruising on her neck, as well cuts from where the trickster's nails dug into her. A white cloak enveloped her quickly, taking care of the small wounds. Apparently, someone had been ordered to take her out of the area, for that was done so as the battle continued.
xXx
It wasn't for a few hours that Saiyuri awoke, feeling a light breeze caress her body. Apparently, she was back home in her bed, having passed out from the amount of energy she had used last night. Her husband was asleep next to her, or so said the lack of movement from his form, save for the rising and falling of his chest. Saiya laid back down, allowing her mind to reach back into the future, to see what the day would be like.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 8:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 8:41 pm
blaugh
You still leader of Nocturne? I's thinkin I wanna go there!
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 8:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 8:48 pm
*Fists pumps!*That's where I'm going!
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 12:01 am
Rpc Name: Zane Hajime
Nation: Kranila
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Copycat (Though I think they should be renamed to shapeshifters rather than copycat)
What you know about the bloodline: They can copy the skills and abilities of a person they touch, though the skill being used has to be of a lower rank. Can't transform into full werewolf or Dragon form. You forget all your abilities attained when using the bloodline in full.
Rp Sample:
It was a beautiful morning when Zane decided to rest against a large oak tree. Clear skies, birds chirping....the kind of day were you'd do nothing but lie down and relax, enjoy the fresh air. As he was leaning against the tree, Zane heard someone yell out to him. Rising up to see who it was, he realized that it was his old rival, Luo. Luo was a mage, a very wise one at that. Zane sighed as he realized that he had missed their training session, and Luo was probably here to let him have it.
"Damn it Zane...you're ridiculous, I knew that this is where I would find you!" Luo exclaimed as he placed his hand on his hip and bonked Zane in the head with his fist. Zane yelped as he clutched tightly unto his head. "Do you have any idea what you sound like? Here let me show you!" Zane said as his body began wavering, melting and rematerializing to take the shape of Luo. "I'm Luo...and I'm a know it all that does nothing but train and train and never have any fun!" Zane laughed in Luo's voice. Zane's special bloodline...a shapeshifter, a copycat. The ability to tranform into practically anything that he sees. Maybe this is why he never thought he should train...he was only as powerful as his opponent was.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 5:13 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 8:23 pm
Rpc Name: Kit Heyaza
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Lycanthropy
What you know about the bloodline: Everything!!!! kidding
Werewovles are allergic to anything silver, It has ( as a beast class bloodline) unrivaled speed on the ground. Hates vampires and able to transform into the mythic werewolf. Ability to semi transform a limb into a wolf portion increasing power for the limb and speed. Super small and hearing but can be affected by loud music for example and a fart fo another example.
Rp Sample:
Kit was running. The moon was high in the air as Kit was chased arcoss the desolent land. Finding cover just behind a large shrub Kit bent down and closed his eyes. His persuer's were a bit away from him but closing fast. Kit would have to ambush them in the shrubbery. Opening his eyes Kit cursed under his breath. Being part of the werewolf clan Kit had the inate ability of smell and hearing, But sometimes these didnt always play into his favor. Parties were a real downer and a fart was always misconstrued. But no time for that now. Clutching his arms Kit began to breath heavily.
Letting out a scrreching howl a group of birds flew from the trees nearby. Kit ripped at his arms as they under went the transformation. The human arms then turned a deep silver color as hair sprang from them like a chia pet. The muscles expanded and took a solid form. Once the formation was complete Kit stood with a human body but werewolf arms. Turning around Kit waited. The footsteps were louder now, then nothing......With a sudden and viscious assult Kit leapt from the shrubs tackling the first man. Ripping hisa arms from his body Kit leapt to the next man and beat him the with the arms he had ripped off of the previous man. First smacking him in the head and pumling him to the ground with the human apendages. The third man was a lucky one, he had silver. Upon seeing the silver Kit took a small step back.
The man fired a single arrow, Being the trickster that he was Kit side stepped and voe forward with wolf like prowess. Tackling the man Kit used his razor sharp claws and proceed to tear the mans torso open expsoing his inside. Standing up Kit turned and faced the moon which was high in the air. He was a werewolf by nature, and a trickster by choice.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:38 am
RPC Name: Chani Hysterica - profile in progress -
Nation: Fronta
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Seer
What you know about the bloodline: Seers are known to see brief glimpses of the future but robbed of their sight as a cost for their power. They’re also show abilities dabbling in mind magic and sometimes feeling another’s emotions to a certain extent but lack physical strength.
RP Sample:
Chani felt overwhelmed by the all the thoughts clotting her mind, making it seem like senseless clutter as she tried to decipher everyone’s intentions and feelings. There was an outburst of anger here and there as she skillfully maneuvered herself through the crowd but almost collided with them because their energy often intertwined itself together into a huge mess. The curse of bearing this gift was too much for her. All these bright flashes, glimpsing into events that have yet to happen and sometimes distracted to the point that she leaves herself open too many times. It concerns her greatly but she assumes none of them followed her here though she wasn’t entirely convinced that she has such good luck. And speak of the devil, here comes a weapon, with all intents and purposes, heading straight for her.
Barely dodging the attempt on her life, she crouched on all fours and almost cringed at the closeness of the massive object a hairs width from cleaving her into two bloody pieces. A sense of fear instilled into her very being since she knew her limits very well. She was frail. A fragile slip of a woman with no physical prowess and to best someone with monstrous strength - in her opinion - is suicidal. So, without further contemplating on the matter, she fled the scene with the little endurance she had. With little success however, her predator apprehended her by scaring the crowd, dozens of people shoving into her at an alarming rate as she fell into a heap onto the ground and trying to shield her form from potentially devastating damage while having trouble pinpointing the source of her distress.
The perpetrator’s shadow looming over her as she screamed bloody murder, scrambling away as fast as she could on her knees away from her inevitable doom. Why? Why did her powers have to curse her so? Some loathed her for ability but some were envious. Sometimes envious to the point they would murder her in cold blood if they couldn’t take them from her. What was so extraordinary about glimpsing such small fragments of potential outcomes? She found it as a horrible curse. Everyone was out to get her for her ability, it wasn’t her fault that it made her blind and somehow tied into her lack of physical strength. But why channel such thoughts now when her killer was standing in front of her and smiling his/her maliciously delighted smile?
“Please!” Her desperate pleads falling on deaf ears. The lids of her eyes wrinkling as she squeezed them together as she dare not gaze upon him/her. Waiting for her death and...silence. No screams. No pounding footsteps. Just the sound of the weapon falling onto the ground as though someone chanced upon her terrible situation and took pity on her or striking down her foe hoping for a prize from a beautiful maiden. A kiss, perhaps. Tough luck for them, she wasn’t exactly the type to be endeared to those that rescue her out of sheer kindness. She felt slightly miffed that she hadn’t thought of using her telepathy to overpower her adversary or manipulate their emotions into clearly wiping out their intention of ever causing her harm. As much as their emotions could overwhelm her to the point she’d channel them, she could also do the same. But almost tasting death sent her mind into disarray, all rational thought blown through the water when she sprinted through the crowd out of absolute fear. It was her first encounter with someone active on the thought of murdering her.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 9:51 am
kit: Accepted
favor: Accepted
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