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RPC Name: Tokki (to be created)
Nation: Undecided
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Waktu
What you know about the bloodline: Everything (just kidding)
I know that the bloodline is spiritual bunnies with oversized limbs. They use the blood of their enemies to increase their physical capabilities, such as speed and strength, and these blood writings are called blood scripts. As bunnies, you can't hear them move and they're uber ninja and have sharp fangs and are sensitive smell and sound and stuff. Plus they're really physically strong. Unfortunately, Waktu can't be healed because they're unholy spirits, and also they don't have much physical resistance, so physical attacks will hurt like the dickens.
RP Sample: A crimson glow shone through the shadows as a sweat bead dripped off of the man's face. The opponent he could not see or hear, blending fluidly with the shadows and stepping silently. All that told the man of the opponent were those eyes, haunting and mysterious. As if from nowhere, a long arm shot from the shadows. With a grunt, the man barely staggered out of the way and saved his arm. But the creature's claws had already cut his shoulder, and that would be enough. Finally, the silent creature emerged from hiding. Standing at about six feet tall, the opponent seemed like nothing more than an over-sized rabbit. Black as twilight, with eyes that glowed red like the blood dripping from her claw. Normally, the man would laugh and think "there's no way a rabbit would hurt me". But he had learned that this woman, if she could be called such, was no ordinary rabbit. Three minutes: it only took three minutes for her to corner him. And he knew that she wasn't even that powerful. She shouldn't be too powerful, but somehow she had cornered him, and this only served to allow the man to question his own power.

In the man's shock, he found himself unable to react as she drew an intricate design on her arm with his blood. He knew that all he had to do was wash away the blood on her arm before she activated it: doing so wouldn't be too difficult, yet... This man did not know the heat of combat. He had no idea that such a creature existed, and his inability to fully comprehend the situation would be his folly. Bulging with new found strength, the creature prepared herself to strike down the man. She had backed him against a wall and now raised her hand in preparation for the killing blow: she threw her arm forward and smashed his head and the wall in an explosion of gore. Splattered with new blood she gathered what she could on her hands. That man was not her only opponent. Though they had thought that they were being sly, their footsteps rang throughout her ears. Not quite painfully so, but enough that she knew to slap a bloody hand print on her arm so that she could reach the opponent.

She spun into an arc, attacking the opponents behind her only to have her arm sweep through air. An assassin closed in on her: at pointblank range with the creature unable to react because of her extended arms. In the assassin's hand was no blade or poison, rather a poison deadlier to the Waktu than any toxin: a diamond. The assassin pressed the diamond against her skin, causing her to call out in pain. Her speed was still quick, but less so as she had dropped her speed blood script for the most recent to. From where the assassin had pressed the diamond, a large burn formed: painful alone and only heighten by her lack of durability in her body. And now that she moved to escape the assassin, she could not remove or add any more blood scripts. If she wanted to fight with her true abilities, she would have to stop moving. And against an assassin, ceasing to move could mean instantaneous death. She was truly in a pinch which would not be easy to escape.

A sudden hideous noise caused her to halt. Her feet stumbled as her over-sized arms tried to clutch her ears. Not far away stood a minstrel, trying to weaken her with the most hideous screeching his instrument could manage. Behind her appeared the assassin, and the two figures cornered the large rabbit. Instinct told her to run, but the pain from the diamond and the screeching held her in place. This was the climax of this young Waktu.

"You really don't know when to give up, Tokki..." The screeching had stopped to allow for the assassin to speak. In the silence, the young Waktu known as Tokki found herself able to drop her arms once more.

A smile passed, revealing her fangs to the assassin and minstrel. She was not a twisted individual, but they had given her too perfect and opportunity. "I suppose I really don't." she responded. Without hesitating a moment, she drew a hasty leaf with the blood from the previously fallen enemy and sprung forward. The assassin could not react before her fangs tore through his flesh. He howled in pain, though Tokki did not intend the wound to kill. Her speed had increased to the point where the minstrel could not even make noise again before she had vanished to the shadows first emerged from.



((OOC: I wrote the sample with my character more powerful than she will be from the get go [I understand that she will not start able to use two blood scripts]. Also, I tried to incorporate as many weaknesses and strengths as possible and I apologize for ending a sentence with a preposition))

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Rpc Name:
Ookami
Nation:
Rouge
Rank:
Trainee
Bloodline applied for:
Dreadnought
What you know about the bloodline: I was one of the best dreadnoughts! I know my stuff. Dreadnoughts are only allowed one element and they are slow in their carapace form. Their carapace form is their ultimate weapon hands down. It can protect from c ranked attacks and lower for a few posts than downgraded to D. Their carapace reacts to their element making it stronger and they are much stronger in their carapace form
Rp Sample: What a night... Ice winds chill the air as Ookami's carapace shields him from the cold... But it wasn't the reason he was using it. Reavers... Foul creatures. His left hand slowly grows into a large claw(Dagger claws) and his right becomes a large magnum.(Terror Shot and Ammo) One of the reavers launch into the air only to be brought down by bullets. The other believing it could sneak up on him launches from behind. Ookami slowly turns and slashes half of the reaver. Breaking it into two.... His carapace could only hold for so long... He sheds it off his body and begins to run. He didn't want to meet many more tonight

Rpc Name: Uh... Jecht for now...
Nation: Whatever's accepting
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Seer
What you know about the bloodline: The Seer is just what it sounds like. All that mystical foresight and mind reading. The passive ability, the bread nd butter of the Seer, grows in strength every rank up, evolving from simple information to more complex and personal information. Aside from that, they're sought out for their ability to see into the future. They play more of a support role than anything, and aren't really built for close ranged combat. It metions in the discription that Seers are generally female, something I'd like to change due to a custom talent I'd like to make for Jecht.
Rp Sample: Jecht grinned softly as he tapped the temples of the man before him. The room was darkened, aside from the two candles that provided light. The only things visible were Jecht and a man tied to a chair. All others were ordered to leave the room. He hated the noise other people made when he performed a Dive, a Sight, his ability to see into the mind of someone. Of course this man had a lifetime's worth of information to sort through, but Jecht had found ways to skim through and find what he needed to know rather quickly. The man tried to resist, but Jecht's power overwhelmed him almost instantly. It wasn't enough to cause harm, just enough to view whatever he wanted to without barriers to block his view.

After a minute, Jecht left the room, closing the wooden door behind him. outside, a group of armed warriors looked at him expectantly. "You'll find your darling little princess a mile west of here. Criss, the watchman, is a one-man patrol. You'd better move quickly if you don't want to raise an alarm; he's due back soon." The men nodded, then tossed him a bag of coins; his payment. Though it seemed a little heavy for the amount owed. After jingling it a few times, Jecht sighed, hesitated a moment, then called out, "Wait. There is something else... Dom." The leader of the group stopped and turned to the Seer. "Before the final door to your beloved, there will be two guards stationed on either side. Don't rush in immediately. Wait a moment, then roll in, block left, kick right, then decapitate both. They're expecting you, and an easy kill. Do me a favor and don't give it to them." The moment he finished, Jecht faultered, dropping to a knee. The soldier, Dom, wanted to help, but he knew Jecht had only dropped due to exhaustion; he'd just performed a very powerful scry.

As the men had left, Jecht returned to his hutt, now devoid of the 'interrogated', however loose the word could be used, man. With more candles lit, a small fountain revealed itself. He had to take the time to prepare the scry, but got everything ready relatively quickly. Waving his hand over the small pool of water, he viewed the progress of the men he sent on their way. To his delight, he correctly predicted the movements that saved Dom's life.

Rpc Name: Alban Den'en
Nation: Most likely Amaranthine
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Shapeshifter
What you know about the bloodline: Like the name implies, they can change their appearance and apparently their vocal chords. They can also shift into animals. When shifting into their opponent, they can use their skills, but they must be under their rank and use... 1 1/2 times the energy cost. I think that's it... oh, and they are weak to silver.
Rp Sample:
Alban stared at the boy that stood in front of her. Apparently he had been sent to defeat her to rank up. What was he doing so close though? It was pretty much a big mistake doing that. She could have attacked him already, let alone shoot him.

"...Wha' do ya want, me boy?" The shapeshifter questioned him. She was currently sitting in a regal chair with her legs crossed and her head resting on her fist. Her elbow was resting on the arm rest. Brown eyes glanced up at the boy as the owner waited for an answer.

"I wish to challenge you, mi' lady. Are there any other questions you wish to ask me miss?" Alban's eyes narrowed at the boy. Was he putting up an act like she does? Whatever it was, she did not like it.

Standing up out of her chair, Alban poked him in the forehead to see if there was something wrong with him. It may have been odd to do, but that didn't matter to her. She then takes her revolver out of its holster and points it directly at the boy's face out of nowhere. "Well first of all, wha' be your name and wha' class are you, exactly?" Her accent could be heard clearly and it was apparently very thick.

The boy had simply smiled at her and said "My name is of no importance and my class is that of a musician's. A bard." Now this boy was really getting on her nerves. But that solves her question about why he was acting the way he was. A bard like himself should be very skilled in acting in such a way. From what she heard about bards, they seem to be very cunning.

"Well, isn't tha' somethin." She didn't need to ask about his bloodline. It was clear to her that he was a vampire. The blood red eyes, the dark black hair, and especially the unusually sharp canines. What she needed to know was right there in front of her. He wasn't even frightened by the fact that Alban held a gun straight in his face.
Her jaw clenched before pulling the trigger, but nothing came out. That's right... she never did bother to reload her gun as she sat in her favorite chair. Now the musician was probably going to steal it after he finishes her. Granted that he does so. Cussing under her breath, Alban jumped back and shifted into the bard himself, her gun still pointing at the boy as she reloaded it quickly.

-Click-

The gun was fully reloaded, and yet, the bard still hadn't made a move. He sure was a tough one to scare. Especially since he was practically staring at himself at the moment. Usually one would cower in fear at the sight of themselves trying to kill them. But that was her own belief. "Wha's tha matter, Mr. Nobody? Why haven't you attacked yet?" She decided to give him her own name. Since he refused to tell her his own. Mr. Nobody didn't answer her and just kept smiling a weird smile.

Then suddenly, a soundwave had come out of nowhere and hit her, knocking her back into the walls of her shelter. Her vision was a bit blurry because she wasn't prepared for such a thing.
When her vision was cleared, her eye caught sight of a musical staff coming at her and attempted to wrap around her. Getting back onto her feet, Alban jumped up to avoid the skill and shot at him. The bullet landed right next to his head. That was only a distraction. For the shifter had chosen to change her class as she changed appearance. The girl let loose a sound wave to shoot out at the bard. It hit him head-on, knocking him down. But that skill came with a price, taking up more energy than she usually uses for E-rank skills.

That blow didn't seem to stop Mr. Nobody. For he was still in a condition to fight. "Tch... nice try mi' lady, but you'll have to try harder than that if you want me to go away."

Oh, now this means war.

Really? I think I missed that... well, I added/changed a tiny part of it. The underlined part is what I added/changed to make things easier.