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 Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 1:57 am
Rpc Name: Darith Nailo
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Arachnoid
What you know about the bloodline: A group that usually specializes in assassination, has some good CC and offensive ability. Based on spiders they can apply elements to their web which they can only use one type of at a time.
Rp Sample:
Darith stood at the outlying gates of an enemy outpost the tall wooden reinforced walls and sturdy gate would have been impossible to get through without the proper equipment, which he didn't have. Darith Sighed for a moment looking up the wall while the web secreted from his hands and feet covering them in a light glossy white finish, soon he was climbing with ease feeling the web catch on the grit of the wood almost scailing the wall soundlessly. Once he reached the top of the wall Darith began climbing down the other side wondering how he should continue his mission. He looked at some of the outposts watchtowers he had slipped through undetected now for his next goal to eliminate a handful of guards and disappear without a trace a common scare tactic for lowering the enemy soldiers morale. With the web still on his hands and feet he scaled one of the posts making sure to keep his back to the outside of the outpost as to not be detected. He soon reached the top of the watchtower peering inside to see a young man looking out in a different direction he slinked behind him merely five or so meters and shot a web ball from his hand encasing him in a cocoon muffling his screams as Darith sunk the dagger between his ribs soon after the writhing form ceased. for a little extra flair Darith webbed the cocoon to the ceiling before scaling down once again seeking his next victim. he came across a tent that was adjacent to the watchtower creeping inside he saw that the tent had been inhabited by several more guards to which there was five in all and they were all sleeping producing the dagger once more he went to the furthest bunk taking his time he carefully encased the sleeping form in a web still in her bunk. as he was finishing his work six eyes exposed themselves making sure that all of the guards were still sleeping. Now the time had come, The Arachnoid slit her throat with a slow long graceful stroke and wiped the blood off on her encasing whispering a small passing prayer he then began his exit of the camp which went smoothly and quickly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 2:05 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 9:12 pm
Rpc Name: Rashid Langtry Nation: Kranila Rank: Trainee Bloodline applied for: Waktu What you know about the bloodline: For anything to be effective, the Waktu needs blood. Blood for their Scripts. They rival werewolves in speed and somewhat for strength. Diamond's are not a girls best friend in this circumstance. emotion_0A0 In fact, they are extreamly dangerous. Waktu must also be still when applying their blood scripts. Rp Sample: Darting through the alleyway, Rashid could barely stop himself from choking on the clouds of smoke that poured from the buildings. The city was under attack. It was his mission with a few other member's of Kusa to take out the invading Orks. So far, he was not having much progress. He has only taken down 4 of the invading force, and one of those 4 his partner took down with her arrows. " Help us! Please!" The voices pleaded. " Where are they?" His partner yelled frantically, her Bow drawn. The pounding steps of Orks could be heard nearby. Eyes scanning the area, Rashid noticed little hands wiggling from underneath a pile of ruble. The pile of ruble was from the collapsed door and walls of the nearby house. Smoke was also pouring out from every crack. It must feel like an oven, he thought. This...This was not part of Rashid's mission. No, his mission was to take out the Orks. Still...He did have a heart. Right? " Cover me.." he said to his partner who looked absolutely frazzled. She nodded in agreement and lifted her bow in the direction of what she thought the orks would come thorough. Hands glowing, Rashid was about to preform a spell in human form to remove the rocks. Concentrating, his body began to glow with the tall tale sign of magic. A scream that was cut short broke his concentration. He would need to hurry if these people had any chance of surviving. What in the world could she be doing? He turned his attention to his partner. Her body was propped against one of the buildings walls, her head... what remained, was in pieces in an Orks giant hand. 4 of them blocked his escape. He felt angry at the predicament his partner put him in, she clearly wasn't trained enough to be here. He wasn't to keen on fighting in his Natural form, but Orks were fast and strong..he didn't think he could get off a strong enough spell to take them out before they happened upon him. Grasping his charm that made him take human form, he gave it a small surge of power. Before he knew it, the Orks were looking up at his Waktu form. He could see in almost perfect clarity. He stood feet above them.. his fingertips making a circular pattern on the ground beneath him. Within a moments notice, he was gone from view, springing up and over the Orks and landing dead center between them. Swiping his long arm out, he took the blood from his fallen partner off the wall. Wasting no time, he quickly drew the B-Rank bloodscript for power. Leaning foreword, Rashid punched one Ork in the front of him, and kicked the other back. Sending the both of them with breakneck speed into the buildings at each end of the alleyway. As one Ork raised his weapon, Rashid caught it with his long arm before the Ork could even bring it down. Sword still in grasp, Rashid took hold with his other hand and jumped up to the enemies chest level. Using both of his legs he kicked out, slamming the Ork against the buildings so hard that a sickening crack sounded throughout the area. Being on par with werewolves speed, the last Ork could hardly believe the scene before his eyes. The giant rabit had taken out three of his kind in seconds. Unsure how to attack, the Ork just stood still...not entirely sure on how to go about its attack. Rashid however, started to draw his next blood script. A Triforce symbol now decorated his other arm. The Ork stood in a defensive stance, getting ready to pounce on his enemy. It was to late however. Bringing the previous Orks then dull blade, Rashid cut through the last remaining Ork's sword and further through his body. A pile of bodies laid amongst Rashid's feet... It had only taken seconds for Rashid to take down his enemies, especially with the Waktu's blood scripts. The people's screams brought him back to reality...He seriously hated becoming his true self..It was ugly, totally physical...unbecoming. Especially when he came so far to hone his magical ability. Grabing the debris from the falling building, Rashid began to fling it over his head. Soon enough, he made an opening large enough for the people to get out. The parents and teenage children all gawked and stared, only minor burns showed on skin and cloths....muttering thanks to Rashid and running away... terrified of what had saved him, but not showing any signs of a fight. It was for the best he thought. Looking at them run down the ally way, Rashid caught the little girl in her mothers arms staring at him. " Bunny!" She screeched...having no fear of him. Ears flattening, Rashid jumped up on the nearest building...following the family out of the city, just to make sure they were safe. He cared not for adults... Like his useless partner, but had a soft spot for children. He could always get back to his mission once he was done. Shane Loves Jelly Hopefully its not as painful to read as it was for me to write. emotion_facepalm lol
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 9:21 pm
The Loan Ninja Rpc Name: Rashid Langtry Nation: Kranila Rank: Trainee Bloodline applied for: Waktu What you know about the bloodline: For anything to be effective, the Waktu needs blood. Blood for their Scripts. They rival werewolves in speed and somewhat for strength. Diamond's are not a girls best friend in this circumstance. emotion_0A0 In fact, they are extreamly dangerous. Waktu must also be still when applying their blood scripts. Rp Sample: Darting through the alleyway, Rashid could barely stop himself from choking on the clouds of smoke that poured from the buildings. The city was under attack. It was his mission with a few other member's of Kusa to take out the invading Orks. So far, he was not having much progress. He has only taken down 4 of the invading force, and one of those 4 his partner took down with her arrows. " Help us! Please!" The voices pleaded. " Where are they?" His partner yelled frantically, her Bow drawn. The pounding steps of Orks could be heard nearby. Eyes scanning the area, Rashid noticed little hands wiggling from underneath a pile of ruble. The pile of ruble was from the collapsed door and walls of the nearby house. Smoke was also pouring out from every crack. It must feel like an oven, he thought. This...This was not part of Rashid's mission. No, his mission was to take out the Orks. Still...He did have a heart. Right? " Cover me.." he said to his partner who looked absolutely frazzled. She nodded in agreement and lifted her bow in the direction of what she thought the orks would come thorough. Hands glowing, Rashid was about to preform a spell in human form to remove the rocks. Concentrating, his body began to glow with the tall tale sign of magic. A scream that was cut short broke his concentration. He would need to hurry if these people had any chance of surviving. What in the world could she be doing? He turned his attention to his partner. Her body was propped against one of the buildings walls, her head... what remained, was in pieces in an Orks giant hand. 4 of them blocked his escape. He felt angry at the predicament his partner put him in, she clearly wasn't trained enough to be here. He wasn't to keen on fighting in his Natural form, but Orks were fast and strong..he didn't think he could get off a strong enough spell to take them out before they happened upon him. Grasping his charm that made him take human form, he gave it a small surge of power. Before he knew it, the Orks were looking up at his Waktu form. He could see in almost perfect clarity. He stood feet above them.. his fingertips making a circular pattern on the ground beneath him. Within a moments notice, he was gone from view, springing up and over the Orks and landing dead center between them. Swiping his long arm out, he took the blood from his fallen partner off the wall. Wasting no time, he quickly drew the B-Rank bloodscript for power. Leaning foreword, Rashid punched one Ork in the front of him, and kicked the other back. Sending the both of them with breakneck speed into the buildings at each end of the alleyway. As one Ork raised his weapon, Rashid caught it with his long arm before the Ork could even bring it down. Sword still in grasp, Rashid took hold with his other hand and jumped up to the enemies chest level. Using both of his legs he kicked out, slamming the Ork against the buildings so hard that a sickening crack sounded throughout the area. Being on par with werewolves speed, the last Ork could hardly believe the scene before his eyes. The giant rabit had taken out three of his kind in seconds. Unsure how to attack, the Ork just stood still...not entirely sure on how to go about its attack. Rashid however, started to draw his next blood script. A Triforce symbol now decorated his other arm. The Ork stood in a defensive stance, getting ready to pounce on his enemy. It was to late however. Bringing the previous Orks then dull blade, Rashid cut through the last remaining Ork's sword and further through his body. A pile of bodies laid amongst Rashid's feet... It had only taken seconds for Rashid to take down his enemies, especially with the Waktu's blood scripts. The people's screams brought him back to reality...He seriously hated becoming his true self..It was ugly, totally physical...unbecoming. Especially when he came so far to hone his magical ability. Grabing the debris from the falling building, Rashid began to fling it over his head. Soon enough, he made an opening large enough for the people to get out. The parents and teenage children all gawked and stared, only minor burns showed on skin and cloths....muttering thanks to Rashid and running away... terrified of what had saved him, but not showing any signs of a fight. It was for the best he thought. Looking at them run down the ally way, Rashid caught the little girl in her mothers arms staring at him. " Bunny!" She screeched...having no fear of him. Ears flattening, Rashid jumped up on the nearest building...following the family out of the city, just to make sure they were safe. He cared not for adults... Like his useless partner, but had a soft spot for children. He could always get back to his mission once he was done. Shane Loves Jelly Hopefully its not as painful to read as it was for me to write. emotion_facepalm lol Approved!
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 10:30 pm
Rpc Name: Noroi Kojin Nation: Rank: Trainee Bloodline applied for: Reaper What you know about the bloodline: Reapers are the guardians and keepers of all life. They are know to be crazed Zealots when it comes to the protection of it even if they have to destroy whole empires to make sure the rest of the world is still full of life. Reaper have the amazing ability to convert matter into energy for their own with amazing to make whtever they will from their gauntlet with said energy. This gauntlet contains all their life force and when it is destroy they are killed on the spot but this does not hinder because it also one their greatest weapons. Their eye color changes with emotion and when they rank their gauntlets slowly take over both arms. Rp Sample: The light had peaked their the canopy from the forest above as the forest of Kranila shield its children from above. The sound of crushing leaves from the shallow footsteps could be heard speeding across nature's floor. The young blonde hair women running through the forest with heavy shallow breathes while her hunters come from behind showing tooth and fang. Noroi looked back to see the demon hounds on her back with their mouth's dripping with vemon they were filled with. One of the demon hounds had sudden had a brust of speed quickly getting ahead of the pack and lunged at her. Noroi's gauntlet had burned dully with the runes acorss it and quickly swiped her gauntlet infront of the demon hound. Sudden a massive pillar of wood form out of the tree smashing into the hound crushing it with another near by. This had started to get out of hand and she needed to stop all of this right now. Glancing to her left she dug her gauntlet into the tree swinging her self to bank right causing the hounds to skid across the ground losing her faintly but not giving up. A flick of her wrist and the energy inside her gauntlet form a sole needle looking object in between her fingers. A faint smile crossed her face she would turn around skidding on the heels of her feet to face the pack of hounds following her. Launching the needle from her hand it would strike right in between the eyes of the hound her left causing for the whole skull to explode causing its fragments to head all over. She was wearing down and with all these damn hounds she did not know how much her body could take with out recharging soon. Seeing the group of three hounds left the one to the left lunge out towards her but being quick on her feet she performs a 180 step ducking foreword under the beast digging her claw deep into its under bell gutting it quickly. Dust coming from the back of her heel she looks to the other hounds on her and with a snap of her fingers the runes glow once more forming a longsword in hand. The hound to her pounce on to her colliding with her now raised blade causing her fall back on to the ground with massive beast on stop of her. The hound would snap and bite towards her face, Noroi weaving her head side to side barely missing its deadly fangs. The vemon from its fangs would finally drip down from its burning into her skin causing to cry out in pain. No she was not going to let this damn mutt get the best of her. Sudden the ground beside her would transform into energy and fly into her gauntlets causing the runes to glow brightly. Noroi's battle cry filled the airs as she used her energy to cause the air around her to form two gauntlets and quickly grab the skull of the hound. The gauntlets would snap the neck of the hound and quickly throw it off allowing Noroi to rise to her knees to see the last hound snarling at her. A faint smile would corss her lips as the gauntlets would open up from her shoulders and suddenly begin to release wisps of unstable energy from them. Tossing the sword aside and slaming her gauntlet knuckles together she starts to charge the energy inside. The hound takes not time for it to start its attacj and launch in to the air. Noroi would press both palms foreword and scream. "JUDGEMENT!!!". The whole area would go snow white as the explosion of energy would been released. As the dust finally settled a large line of crater would been seen with no more hounds or even forest where the blast had connected.. That was judgement being passed on the living... And the reaper's job fullied. Skills used: Matter into Energy Creation Pure Needle Judgement
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 1:19 am
Rpc Name: Qaar D. Ackerman
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Feral
What you know about the bloodline: Nearly Immortal. Can only die if they are left with no heart or no head. Achieve B-Rank of the Permanent Muscle Augmentation to gain extra limbs. Gets a bit slower when you attach people to you. Can only use ranged weapons if they are attached to you.
Rp Sample: Qaar was starving. I mean he was ******** starving! He crawled his way through a dense forest in search of food, but he had no luck until he could suddenly smell a few humans walking around within a mile of where he was. He stood up and enhanced certain muscles in his legs, giving him an extra boost of speed that he then used to charge towards the scent. Qaar kept running through the forest and he came across a group of three humans. Perfect.
Qaar jump towards them and clawed one of their cheeks, opening up a deep wound. The humans were stunned. They had no idea what was going on. Qaar charged up the muscles in his arms and then grabbed of the humans arms then ripped it off. He began to chew on the meat of the arm, but he wasn't satisfied. He need more. He punched the human in the face and then snapped his legs. Qaar turned to see the other two trying to get away. He charged at them and caught them both, picking them up with one hand each. He squeezed them until he felt their rib cages snap. He then tossed them over to their bloody companion.
Qaar was hungry and he really need to eat. He let his muscles go back to their normal state and then he increased the length of his teeth and sharpened them. He ran forward and then grabbed one of the humans by the throat. Qaar lunged his head forward and stabbed his knife-like teeth into the neck of the human, ripping off a huge chunk of his throat. Qaar took a few bite of the neck and then began gorging himself within the human's belly and ate the intestines.
As Qaar was eating, one of the human began crawling away. "NOT SO FAST!!!" Qaar yelled as he gagged and spat up a blob of bile that splashed all over the fleeing human. This was Qaar's Sticky Bile. As it hit the human, it practically tied his whole body down to the ground like an adhesive. Qaar jumped on top of him and made his nails grow a bit and then harden as well as sharpen. Qaar then just began to claw at this human until his body was just mangled meat clinging to some organs and bone. Now that all the humans were dead, Qaar began to eat his fill before continuing his journey of power.
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 1:24 am
Suteki and Harkles: Approved.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 1:26 am
Rpc Name: Apollo Glaurung
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for:Ysari
What you know about the bloodline: They are able to quickly regenerate which makes them tough yet acids and burns from fire take longer to heal. If they rely too much on their on their Vitae, then they'll go into a Bloody Frenzy where the knowledgeable difference between friend and foe doesn't exist
Rp Sample:
Smoke, brimstone, and fire enveloped the city as Apollo raced to the outskirts in order to gather assistance from another nation, a foolish idea upon his part as the world was dog eat dog and always would be. The smell of harsh smoke and crackling from the flames ablaze behind him gave him more incentive to leave and develop a plan to retake the city. It almost seemed as if the chance would never come, but it soon would. He was being chased by the attackers themselves, who were hot on his heels and ready to rip him open. Apollo wouldn't allow that, especially not right now, a throwing knife struck him in the left shoulder as he ran, causing him to stumble and lose his footing. He dropped to one knee yet kept running, removing the knife as he ran and held his new shoulder wound. His breathing became short and quick as the regeneration came quickly, yet the pain was strong and brief. The rogues attacked and cut off Apollo's forward path, causing him to skid to a halt and think of a plan...quickly. The enemies charged with weapons in hand and the mark of the Ysari that rested beneath Apollo's cheek skin began to come forth and reveal itself by a bright red hue.
Apollo began by taking a hardened stomp to the face of the first enemy and jumping over his fallen body, up, and over the other two enemies. The three skid along the ground, whether face first or on their feet, and turned to notice multiple sharp, scythe-like projectiles rending their arms clean off with one quick swipe. The first enemy was safe, since he was face first in the ground. The other two soldiers fell over, screaming and cursing loud and in high pitched hoarse rage. Apollo saw the blood pour out and simply quivered at the very sight, their screams were inaudible to him and soon, they were silenced. They had bled out. Covered in his allies' blood, the first enemy rose up and charged only to stop just short of takeoff. Reason being, Apollo placed his energy into the blood of the enemy's fallen brethren, which created a trap that stopped the first enemy from moving onward to attack. He yelled out more and more as Apollo approached and brought a sharp knife to the enemy's stomach, shanking him multiple times while giving a deep and lust-filled smile. Why? His blood was pouring into the ground and onto Apollo's knife, it gave him a rush like he had never felt before. The first enemy fell after bleeding out through severe stomach wounds and Apollo only slowly licked his knife while watching the city burn behind him. It was burning, yes, but he honestly didn't care at the moment. He got what he had wanted and saved the city, all in one go.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 1:34 am
Had0u Rpc Name: Apollo Glaurung
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for:Ysari
What you know about the bloodline: They are able to quickly regenerate which makes them tough yet acids and burns from fire take longer to heal. If they rely too much on their on their Vitae, then they'll go into a Bloody Frenzy where the knowledgeable difference between friend and foe doesn't exist
Rp Sample:
Smoke, brimstone, and fire enveloped the city as Apollo raced to the outskirts in order to gather assistance from another nation, a foolish idea upon his part as the world was dog eat dog and always would be. The smell of harsh smoke and crackling from the flames ablaze behind him gave him more incentive to leave and develop a plan to retake the city. It almost seemed as if the chance would never come, but it soon would. He was being chased by the attackers themselves, who were hot on his heels and ready to rip him open. Apollo wouldn't allow that, especially not right now, a throwing knife struck him in the left shoulder as he ran, causing him to stumble and lose his footing. He dropped to one knee yet kept running, removing the knife as he ran and held his new shoulder wound. His breathing became short and quick as the regeneration came quickly, yet the pain was strong and brief. The rogues attacked and cut off Apollo's forward path, causing him to skid to a halt and think of a plan...quickly. The enemies charged with weapons in hand and the mark of the Ysari that rested beneath Apollo's cheek skin began to come forth and reveal itself by a bright red hue.
Apollo began by taking a hardened stomp to the face of the first enemy and jumping over his fallen body, up, and over the other two enemies. The three skid along the ground, whether face first or on their feet, and turned to notice multiple sharp, scythe-like projectiles rending their arms clean off with one quick swipe. The first enemy was safe, since he was face first in the ground. The other two soldiers fell over, screaming and cursing loud and in high pitched hoarse rage. Apollo saw the blood pour out and simply quivered at the very sight, their screams were inaudible to him and soon, they were silenced. They had bled out. Covered in his allies' blood, the first enemy rose up and charged only to stop just short of takeoff. Reason being, Apollo placed his energy into the blood of the enemy's fallen brethren, which created a trap that stopped the first enemy from moving onward to attack. He yelled out more and more as Apollo approached and brought a sharp knife to the enemy's stomach, shanking him multiple times while giving a deep and lust-filled smile. Why? His blood was pouring into the ground and onto Apollo's knife, it gave him a rush like he had never felt before. The first enemy fell after bleeding out through severe stomach wounds and Apollo only slowly licked his knife while watching the city burn behind him. It was burning, yes, but he honestly didn't care at the moment. He got what he had wanted and saved the city, all in one go. Nocturne already has it's Ysari. TMT took that position.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 11:58 am
Rpc Name: Leopold Hartland
Nation: Yuren - Pronta
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Nephilim
What you know about the bloodline:The Nephilim are shadowhunters of an angelic descent. Often referred to as demigods yet nothing special compared to that of other races such as vampires and succubi. They have an array of celestial abilities and quite a handful of passive abilities that make them capable of combating other foes. With a strong faith, they follow God and his word while having a strong dislike to races that are dark and considered monstrous even despite how morally good they may be. They live to hunt, kill, and purge the abnormal from the world -- caring little of mundane governments and wills of others.
Rp Sample:
"Come now! I offer you one chance of surrender and a chance for repent in the light of our Father and Lord, creater of all that is which Divine. For there is no shame in admitting your match and spare yourself the humility of being defeated by I, Leopold Hartland of the Radiance."
Leopold's opening taught and battle phrase rung out in the battlefield to that of his opponent clad in heavy, dark armor. It was all out war, men and women fought and fell while the storm above raged on and on. Here the self-proclaimed warrior of light held his sword at the ready, balancing himself on his two feet and offered a chance of surrender to the dark knight of abomination. Yet the iron clad man did not make a reply, only continuing his sluggish walk toward the celestial warrior.
"Halt! Speak now fiend of darkness, what is your answer? I shall grant you no quarter should this come to--" Leopold declared his second threat, the last chance for his opponent to surrender but all of that was lost. The knight hoisted his blade up high as dark green energy swirled up and around the the silver blade. He chose not just humility of defeat, but death. The knight had launched the attack only for Leopold to gracefully leap up and to the side like that of a cat, avoiding a ball of negative energy by a long shot.
"I see, you choose to fight. Very well, I shall grant your wish and cleanse the darkness within you with my sword! Have at thee!" Leopold twirled his sword around and held it at his side then, setting himself up for his fight against this hulking creature of shadow. There from the ground the abomination continued more as the knight drew out the presence of skeletons. Ancient warriors that had once fell in battle were now brought back, ready to combat Leopold with their summoner.
"Alas... You think the ancient can stop me? Be at peace warriors of old, I shall return thy remains back into the ground to where they belong!" Four skeletal warriors homed in to strike at the Nephilim as he clashed up against the first skeleton while the shadowknight approached rather slowly. Leopold was stuck once on his arm as he rendered the head from the second skeleton already. Slowly he had begining to be overun as three more skeletons closed in.
Holding his hand close to his chest in a closed fist, Leopold drew upon his magical energy and then it came. Out from his body a burst of radiant light flashed out to a point of a blinding flash. This light caught the shadowknight off guard at first, attacking his line of sight to temporarily halt his advance. The skeletons, however, were not affected but the next trick came to deal with them.
From every which direction, Leopold was struck numerous times with swords and axes, his armor dampening the blows of many but most found flesh. Even though his angelic blood was regnerating the damage done, the pain was growing to be too much and thus he uttered a prayer, also drawing upon his magic. It was God's Will, killing his feeling of pain as he clutched his sword for the counter attack.
With a spin-like twirl, he swung around his body on one foot, pivoting himself and whirled around his blade in a clockwise motion. Magical energy surged up in the sword to where it glowed golden. It was then in that circular slash he had unleashed a wave of magic, pulsating outwards to repel and knock back all summoned skeletons within five feet of himself. With Tarubeth (his blade) enhanced with the power of magic, True-Spell Edge swirled the metal in arcane energy that extended a bit past his sword tip as well.
The shadowknight regained his composure and had begun to charge finally toward the bolstering energy of the celestial warrior. Leopold at that time stood firm, lazily swinging his sword arm as golden light swirled about his frame at the remaining skeletal warriors. A dozen ethereal blades formed in the air just above Leopold and each shot out like javelins, each being created along the path of his blade. Upon being struck by these holy blades, his seul power decimated the summoned skeletons and ended their fighting presene just as the Shadowknight came within striking distance.
In a veil of his grand shadow energy, he held high above his head a claymore crafted from the remains of his skeletal fiends. Dark and evil energy swirled up and around his heathen blade. The infamous death strike capable of cleaving a lesser man in two. Yet the celestial power surged forth through his body and Leopold too had his hidden ace. Combating the power the shadowknight surged out, his aura poured out as well, counteracting the presence of evil while the extraordinary commenced forth.
Glowing a pure golden energy, Leopold underwent a transformation right then and there as pristine white wings grew from out of his back and his eyes glowed a bright gold. Shimmering along his body was the presence of his magic, crackling and fused with his new angelic form as his sword was further enhanced with the true spell-edge of his seul powers. There he clashed headlong with the skeletal sword, warding off the evil with both his newly acquired strength and magical power. Yet this shadowknight was persistent, pulling back his blade and whirling it around for yet another blow.
It was here Leopold drew back his wings and pushed off the ground with a mighty leap, aiding it with his wings with a mighty flap. Whoosh, the greatsword of the knight had missed and clashed with nothing but air and eventually earth. Open and vulnerable the knight was and Leopold knew of it as he already dove back down whilst weaving his magical energy behind himself. Drawing upon magic and his seul power, ethereal swords formed once more and he flew right into the shadow knight.
Swinging Tarubeth, it cut deep into his shoulder and torso, ripping asunder his armor and flesh as the holy and fiery energy of arcane energy did his bidding. Leopold was on the opposite end of the shadowknight, coruched and holding his sword in one hand off to the side, hand touching the ground with wings curled up against his back. There and standing behind him with back turned, the shadowknight seemed to freeze with his blood splattering out from the open wound just as he dropped the sword. T'would not be long before the ethereal swords had came in then, raining down from the sky in their conjurer's wake and pierced the knight in twenty different locations. Their golden forms riddling his body like pins to a needle cushion, they pierced his armor even more and thus added to the fatal blow dealt by the Nephilim, ending his life.
"Flow on into the afterlife, your soul will be forgiven for its sin. Rest in peace misguided warrior, may we fight again in the next life when you are turned toward the light."
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 2:10 pm
Rpc Name: Geddon Solo
Nation: Kranilla
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Ysari
What you know about the bloodline: That their central power is Vitae, a form of lifeforce which is their blood, that Ysari have advanced senses, that they can manipulate their Vitae at greater volumes and to a greater extent as they rank up, that all Ysari have a red tattoo over their left eye and often have red tattoos elsewhere, that Ysari have regenerative powers and that overuse of the Vitae can lead to an uncontrollable state called Blood Frenzy in which the Ysaru cannot differentiate between friend and foe and must be either killed or kept at bay until their energy runs out. Ysari also cannot be a class that relies on magical or elemental attacks.
Rp Sample:
Geddon walked slowly and steadily through the woods of Kranilla. His Ysari senses, while not specifically looking out for anything in particular, were attuned to the forest, as he had been walking underneath its dappled canopy for some time now. His pale skin was dim in the dusk light that filtered down through the leaves, but the crimson tattoo that surrounded his left eye was as vivid as ever: an enduring birthmark, and symbol of his bloodline. The day was blurring ever further into night, and its passing was bringing a chill into the woods: Geddon shivered, never having liked the cold. He begin to focus on the feeling of the Vitae flowing through his veins: being pure life-force, the strange but wonderful blood served as some protection against the bitterness of the air.
As the young Ysaru trudged onwards towards Kusana, he began to hear something on the wind: his sensitive ears searched for the origin of the sound as his sharp eyes scanned the shadowy trunks around him. 'Wolf,' he thought, panic beginning to settle in. It was moving fast towards him through the undergrowth, and he only just managed to identify the direction it was coming from when it burst onto his path. Snarling, with glaring yellow eyes, the threatening canine stood poised to attack. Geddon quickly got into a fighting stance, and then the wolf pounced. Its front legs hit Geddon's chest before he could bring up his guard and he tumbled onto the leafy forest floor. The wolf's jaws champed and snapped at the air above his face, while the Ysaru grappled with the beast. Geddon suddenly remembered to try and keep his calm, and, with his focus restored, he began to concentrate on his Vitae. Suddenly, from his pale flesh a shower of glowing crimson Vitae appeared, and shaped itself into a solid buckler on his left hand. Using this shield to bludgeon the wolf, Geddon placed his other hand on top of the wolf's dazed head and unleashed his Blades of Blood attack. A litany of curved Vitae projectiles flew from his palm into the punch-drunk wolf's skull, which fell dead to the earthy floor.
Getting up gingerly, Geddon allowed the Vitae buckler to sink back into his flesh. The wolf had bruised his ribs and his back was not much better, having been slammed into some tree roots when he had tumbled to the ground. Beginning to rub his tender ribs, Geddon walked dispiritedly forwards into the forest, before he saw, not too far away, the city of Kusana. At last he had made it, and, jubilant, he began to walk forward with a sense of newfound positivity.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 2:39 pm
Both approved.
Please don't quote me to approve stuff, however. I'm not even the bloodline app approver.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 2:42 pm
Okay, sorry- won't happen again. And thanks smile
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 10:04 am
Rpc Name: Experiment 496
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Feral
What you know about the bloodline: They're dead, well partially. Failed attempts at necromancy and they're basically re-animated husks of dead bodies that are able to think for themselves. With no feeling of pain, the true way of killing them is the heart and head -- thus finally being able to kill them. Ferals are able to achieve levels of inhuman strength to break bones, tearing through flesh to even rupturing steel.
Rp Sample:
"Hiyaaaaaah!" It came, but soon became silent save for a shuddering gasp.
A cry. One of mortal terror, another of savagery. Blood splattered out and the gruesome sounds of tearing flesh came. Rip, snap, pop, the movement of torn flesh and freshly spilled blood came with the slurping and tearing of teeth upon the flesh. The popping of blood being licked up, more of the feasting came and came as it fed.
Huddled over the corpse of his fallen friend, a man watched on as the creature picked apart the fresh corpse like a chicken dinner. He was disgusted by the sight of the decaying creature that was vaguely a man, prying open the rib cage and eating away at the innards. But laying there with jaw agape and eyes still wide with shock as the lifeless stare of his friend.
He shook with fear and held his gun in his hands, aiming it at the creature known as the Experiment. Hesitating, he didn't fire as the creature fed. Was it a zombie? Yet the ******** thing was too quick to be one of those reanimated bastards. But he froze.
It looked up at him with jaws closed and blood splattered all over the face, bits of flesh dangling from his mouth.
The young man screamed as he racked his shotgun once. Boom. One shot. Boom. Two Shots. Boom. Three shots. Each buckshot round pelted the Experiment and kicked him back a bit. The first tore into his shoulder, the second to the head, tearing away at the jaw and the third to his arm yet again.
The Experiment screeched as it was angered then. One sentence was yelled out from it as he lunged up at the one with the gun. "Kill! Must kill!" The Experiment moved then from where he was in a sudden leap by augmenting his muscles beyond the limits of humanity. The gunner screamed as the Feral tackled into the man with outstreched hands, his nails grew sharp and his broken jaw opened with dagger like fangs.
Plowing into the living man, the Feral swung his arms wildly as he took another shotgun blast to the stomach, blowing out the flesh yet he still lived. Savagely, he tore away as his attacker with tearing his flesh away before throwing his right arm for the man's head and fingers outstretched. Enhanced with energy the hand went right through his face and it popped like a fleshy balloon.
"Another another another! I killed another!"
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