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Rpc Name: Kagaribito Shokunin
Nation: The Spire... (mostly because I can't decide on a nation... :/)
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Feral
What you know about the bloodline: They are pretty much like zombies, but probably more durrable than those ones you see in video games. They are able to add on extra limbs... so I suppose that would come in handy if their arm gets ripped off somehow! Although, doing that would make them much slower. In addition, they can not seem to be healed by a Cleric or Paladin.
Either way, they are able to enhance their strength, speed, etc... with their skills.
Rp Sample:
"Kagari-chan..." In response to the voice, a knife was thrown in the direction of the one who had spoken. Too bad they were able to dodge it. The person lerking in the darkness of the abandoned clock tower did not want their company. "Kagari--"

"What the hell do you want?"

The voice sounded harsh and metalic. The once soft and sweet voice had turned completely dark. Guess that is what happens when the rush of battle gets to a young girl like her. Except... she did not like the slightest bit of living. Well... not anymore anyways.
After her death, she had mysteriously come back. Although... as a Feral. She was probably much stronger than she was as a human.

Hesitating a bit, the human before her spoke once again.
"You are known as Kagaribito, formally... yes?" "What do you think?"
The person was now unfazed by the harshness in her voice. "So you are... you are not the same. This makes things much easier to handle..." At that moment, the person had unsheathed their sword, pointing it directly at the girl. "I, Aethelmaer of the great forest nation, have come to exterminate you."

Kagari was not impressed by his 'great' impression. Maybe now it was a good time to take revenge on him for nearly killing her.
"I think we can work this out... Considering that you tried to murder me once..." She growled before getting into a battle stance. Her feet were spread apart and her fists were out in front of her. The Feral felt ready to fight once more. "You doing that again would not be acceptable... I'll kill you first, brother..."
While the two of them were busy glaring at each other, Kagari's muscle mass had started to grow, as she had done so before. Her strength would increase. Possibly enough to break his bones. Now that would be fun to see.

"...Enough staring games. Let's go!" With that, she dashed toward him, aiming to punch him directly in the gut. When he had dodged and brought his sword down upon her, she punched the sword instead. It may not be enough to break it, but it sure did launch the sword back to where it had come from.
When Aethelmaer had flinched and staggered backwards, she shot out a stickey/acidic bile out at her opponent. That should be enough to slow him down.

The paladin was starting to get slower than usual, much to her pleasure. With his sword out of reach, the Feral then used a skeletal augmentation. Specifically with spines. Sharp spines had begun to grow out of her arms. The tips of the spines were probably as sharp as a dagger at most. It was a mistake for the paladin to not be wearing much more durrable armor when in battle with her. With a simple swing of her arm, she let the sharp tips of the spike slash him across the chest.

She heard a loud yelp and a heavy thud as her attack had been used. There was a breif silence before the sound of metal armor came from him. To stop him from moving any more, Kagari pinned him back to the ground, his back laying flat.

"Don't you move another inch, dear brother... I wouldn't want to kill you, now would I?" A sickly sweet voice came out of her. She only got a growl as a response. "Now don't be like that... I'm sure the others will be waiting for you up in heaven... unless if you go down the other way..." The girl smirked before slashing him once more with the spines. Then a blood-curtling shriek echoed through the air as the deed had been done.

"Good night, dear brother..."

((Note that i'm making these request before making profile so that way I can lean back on these later. And I've been studying everything for at least two hours))

Rpc Name: Loki Inferni
Nation: Spire
Rank: trainee
Bloodline applied for: Shapeshifeter
What you know about the bloodline: That they can't copy a persons abilities unless they touch, and transform into them. When transformed he has to the moveset of whatever class the person they copy are. Uses x1.5 energy for copied moves. Can't copy sin skills
Rp Sample:

Whistling along the thick forest he has been living and comunicating with the animals to escape assassins that had been on his tail for three months. He had stolen a priceless object that had been stolen by them. During his escape he made it as far as the forest, and from then on they'd either cut off his escape route or set up baracades to stop him. He took this time of silence to lay down in the grass to remember all the events that led to him being in his current situation.

Months Earlier

" Let's see retrieve the stolen rune from Succubus hideout... Wait a second... What, the, HECK!! They thought a male would be best for this assignment! Well since I agreed to the mission, I might as well follow through with it. Man, I got to read the mission before I accept it," he said coming upon a bush just outside the forest clearing, and just out side a massive fortress littered with succubus abound," I gotta find my way to get in there without being attracted by them," He said looking around for any signs of succubuses in the vicinity. He spotted one within 10 minutes of seaching. Quickly dispatching her he took on her appearance. Looking at himself before completely copy her he took the time to suck it all in and let it out in a giddy tone that was the succubus's voice," Dude I have big boobs. I bet I could crush stone with these," he finnally took a complete transformation and made his way to the succubus stronghold. He got in as easily as any succubus could, and made his way towards the queen succubus's lair. He camped there just inside the the castle on top the raptors. Late at night he made his way to a room that this rune was held. He quickly snatched it, and replaced it with something of equal weight as if it was an Indiana Jones movie. This effort was useless just like an Indiana Jones movie however because the alarms still sounded. He made his way outside, but there was waves upon waves of succubuses. Finding his way completely blocked he only had one idea that would work," Hey look a sexy male willing to be one of y'alls master!!" They all luckily looked with hearts in their eyes, but finding no one there they looked back angrily at where Loki was, but he wasn't there. Looking into the sky they found that he was making his way into the forest. Looking back, upon his trickster class's undeniable cockyness he started gloating," You've just been tricked by Loki the shapeshifter," upon his laughing and gloating he hit a tree and fell to the ground. Running out of energy to keep the succubus's shape he changed back into normal form, and found himself being chased by succubuses through the forest for three months bringing him back into the present.

Present time

Loki awoke from his reminicing of bad times, and started to see if he could make his way back through the forest to escape. To no avail, his succubus chasers were still there on every side of the forest baracading his way. He sat hours on end waiting and watching the succubuses. No training could leave him prepared to fight the opposite sex, and the fact the opposite sex happened to be succubuses. He watched a bird come into the forest, and realized that this was his chance to escape. Slowly, steadily, quietly he snuck up upon the bird. Before it got away he quickly grabbed the bird, and let it go. Doing this caused a very loud rustle causing succubuses to quickly close in on the area to find only a bird cleaning its wings, and flying away with something that looked like a worm in its mouth. This worm however was the rune, and the bird Loki. He flew away safely hoping to never come back to this place again.

Rpc Name:
Magnus
Nation:
unknown at time
Rank:
trainee
Bloodline applied for:
Seer
What you know about the bloodline: Basically these are the blind children of axiom, but their sight is only limited to the pyshical. They can look into a presons mind, exmaine the colors of their energy or even look into the future. They are natural weak but great gifted in the ways of magic and the elements
Rp Sample: "Magnus.... Wake Magnus..." Was gentle whispered into his ears as he slept. To those words his eyes slowly opened looking in the darkness, the never ending darkness... His hands slowly feel around seeing where he was. The soft grass under his body, the gentle wind blowing against him. Magnus raises himself up looking around him, the lifeforce energies radiated around him, it seemed to he was in a forest like region. Getting to his feet he brushes himself off, dust and leaves seem to have gathered on him as he had slept oddly enough. Scanning the area he saw a small creature laying down in the grass... His hand slowly reached down and touched the small creature, slowly Magnus looked though the creatures memories slowly. This creature had once been a dog, or atleast a living one. It had seemed the creature had been traveling with him for some time working as a guild or some kind of guardian, Magnus pity the creature. It had seemed that he had fallen some time ago and had not waken... But something was off, Magnus slowly worked deeper into the mind of the creature. As he had slept bandit had came, from there it had gotten a burr. Raising once more he snaps his fingers a black energy wraps around him make black wings raising him into the air. Magnus launched himself into the air, he needed to head toward whatever town or city was near by so he could find out what had happened to him. Magnus stopped suddenly in the air as he began to think... The bandits most have touched him? Because truly from how light his pack seemed and how he pasted out must be from their doing... Why not find them first? He gentle lands against a tree and begins to try finding the man... Time had pasted as he finally found him with his crew... It had seemed they did steal from him and now it was time to play with them... Going deeper he starts to go into the future, it had seemed the guards were closing on them. His job seemed to only be that he go collect his things at this point. Laughing quietly to himself as he heads towards the near town they were in, he needed to collect his things....

You need to put down the bloodline and some actual strengths/weaknesses.

Rpc Name: Ureaus Sayko
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Ysari
What you know about the bloodline: Well, the Bloodline started with a Vampire who wanted to break the Vampire reliance on Human blood, so he started experimenting on thousands. He was trying to find a new food source, and it succeeded on one test subject, but then the subject killed it's Vampire lord and his body healed itself.

Other than red facial tattoos [which must be centralized around the left eye], and very bright eyes, they appear to be just like the average Human.

The rules of the Ysari include the inability to be a magical class, heightened senses, above-average strength and speed and an extremely long life expectancy.

Their strengths are incredible body regeneration, a blood replacement by the name of Vitae that has abilities far beyond normal blood and an increased amount of energy. However, they also have their fair share of weaknesses, such as the inability to use elemental or magical skills, a weakness to acidic and fire-based things and the ever-looming threat of blood frenzy due to using their Vitae too often.
Rp Sample:

[For the sake of higher-level techniques, I'm going to RP being two ranks higher than my RPC really is.]

The sound of footsteps were ever-present behind the young Knight as he moved through the forest at a swift pace. Who would have thought he'd be hunting for something out of his control? Although it probably hadn't been the best idea to uselessly show a bunch of children his... inner-workings. The people had some sort of weird hatred for those who possessed Vitae, and so he was run out of town. However, they wanted him to die for it. And they had sent multiple hunters. "I can't outrun these... townsfolk." There wasn't much else he could call them. And their names didn't matter. If Ureaus was to survive, he had to fight back; with his Vitae.

The male Ysaru turned on his heels and reached for his weapon, only to realize he had none. His frantic escape had forced him to leave it behind. From behind the foliage of the trees came three hunters, each carrying a pair of swords and held a look of distaste for what he was. "Today you will bleed, you monster." Technically, bleeding was impossible for someone who didn't have blood. But the Knight assumed they weren't in the mood to hear a bunch of technicalities. With the flick of his wrist and an opening of a body orifice, a bright red liquid started to materialize around his body in the gallons. The men were not surprised. They probably expected it. And so they moved in for the kill, splashing in the red liquid.

The Ysaru Knight reached down and scooped up a handful of Vitae, launching it at the leading hunter. In midair, he turned the Vitae into a hardened, sharp blade aimed at the hunter's chest. Unable to dodge in such a close proximity, the hunter fell down, dead. However, the other two were very serious threats. The one on the left aimed to remove Ureaus' head while the other went to impale his right left. With one arm he manipulated the Vitae to block his head from the hunter on the left, and with the other he threw his wrist into the side of the blade in order to change its direction. Both movements worked how they were supposed to, but he was left with a severe cut on his right hand. To counterattack, Ureaus manipulated his Vitae shield and forced three red blades to eject from its surface, impaling the hunter on his left.

At that point, there was only one left. He knew the Knight had simply shrugged off the cut to the wrist the minute his skin began to regenerate. "You must know now that there is simply no way for you to beat me like that." The hunter, scared out of his mind, turned-tail and sprinted off. But Ureaus wasn't going to let things slide so simply. With another scoop of his hand, two Vitae blades were propelled in the hunter's direction, entering his back and ending his life, once and for all.

Rpc Name: Julius Drakaryan
Nation: Luray
Rank: Expert (Temp King of Luray)
Bloodline applied for: Draconian
What you know about the bloodline: The bloodline forces the user to remain in a permanent half dragon, half human form. This make it impossible to pass off a human unless cloaked. Stronger than most races, but slower than most as well.
Rp Sample:
Julius chuckled, looking towards the towering defenses of the main city of the humans. The city was well defended, manned by trained soldiers who were honed beyond belief. They couldn't be a surviving nation, bombarded by strange beasts if they weren't. Of course, Julius wasn't human himself. He was a draconian, possessing their enormous strength, as well as the ability to transform into a full dragon. He wouldn't need that now though, if he planned to take over, he would need to seem human.

"Now let's see... what should I do first." He whispered to himself, a large, devious grin set upon his face. His hands reached up the his gloves, and he stepped out of his boots. Under them were vicious talons, and claws that could easily rip through stone. With his grin still set in place he worked his way stealthily to the wall, as it was night, and began to dig away at the ground. Several feet down he began to move forward. His claws met with stone set beneath the earth, and easily dug through it. Once it was gone he moved back up, coming out on the other side of the wall. With a satisfied look, he retrieved his gloves and boots, putting them back on to cover his bestial appendages.
Julius's cloak flew off at that moment, revealing a large pair of sleek black wings. Immediately he hopped up off the ground, flapping his wings to provide lift and speed. At the altitude of the wall he blew down the soldiers patrolling it, turning to one of the watch towers placed on top of it. His mouth opened wider than it should, fire gathering in the back of his throat. All at once it spewed from his mouth, covering the tower in thick layers of searing hot flames that seemed to melt the stone. With a maniacal laugh, and a pleased feeling, he flew out into the dark skies, easily avoiding the lights that flared up with the alarm. This nation would yet be his, and when it was, it was going to be an empire.

The only thing standing out is the expert rank noted.