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 Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 5:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 6:16 pm
Rpc Name: KITT
Nation: Aramil
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Ghost Car
What you know about the bloodline: I know its the most bitchingest bloodline ever. You're already dead which means you have a number of bonuses, like not dying. The car and the person are one, and can switch between each other like instantaneously. As part car you are incredibly fast, and strong as well. Being a ghost car opens up a hell of a lot of combinations for fighting too. Naturally you're weaker to magic, especially necromancers.
Rp Sample:
A hell of a lot of smoke began to rise around KITT's wheels as he began to burn out. These guys were chasing him, but they couldn't catch him. They thought that just because they had run KITT into a dead end alley meant he wasn't going anywhere. That was cute. KITT's speed climbed higher and higher, but he did not release his brakes. It wasn't until the douches chasing him climbed off their horses and aimed their weapons at him that he moved. KITT shot forward faster than an arrow and appeared to slam into the wall. In reality he melted through it like it did not exist. On the other side KITT rapidly transformed into his human form. He had only tried running because it was fun to watch them try and catch him. But now he was bored of it. KITT hadn't been able to drive at max speed without easily loosing his assailants. He waited patiently for the men to climb the wall and ready to fight him.
"Let's see if you can keep up." KITT said, bending low and kicking off the ground. It would take a second for him to rev up in speed, but he could still cause some serious pain now. With a snap of KITT's fingers two headlights popped up behind him and turned onto high. The men all groaned in pain and threw up their arms to try and block the light. KITT dashed forward and threw out his fist, enhancing it with his momentum. When his fist connected with the first guy he went flying backward and smacked into the wall behind them. It literally looked like KITT had rammed him as a car. The men quickly recovered and surrounded KITT, trying to get him on all sides. KITT pulled up a rearview mirror and looked just in time to catch a guy trying to hit him over the head with a pipe. KITT stuck his arm out and spawned a car door, intercepting the blow. He spawned two tires behind him and began to kick up a crap ton of dirt and mud into the air. The guy behind him backpedaled just as KITT jumped in the air. He backflipped and transformed, sending his car form straight out and forward. He smashed into two guys in front of him and rapidly reversing. When KITT cleared the circle of enemies he began to spin around in a circle. The people couldn't get near him without risking getting smashed. One brave guy thought to jump and land on top of him, but KITT had a better idea. He charged energy to his wheels and popped a wheelie, raising his front end up to smack into the guy. As the car dropped KITT transformed into his human form , grabbing the man by his collar. A tire materialized on KITT's chest and he pushed himself down, starting his engine and spinning the tire. The man screamed out in pain, but it did not last long.
KITT had not been too careful, getting a bit carried away with his theatrics. A bolt of magic shot out at him and smashed across his face, breaking his nose. Three more shot out, impaling him in various locations. KITT transformed rapidly, wanting to be in a more secure form. His grill was bent inward and his right side mirror and door were scratched and dented. Of course they had a sorcerer. They always did. KITT flashed his lights onto the guy, bathing the necromancer in his light. He knew this could get ugly, and needed to finish this right away. KITT started revving his engine, spinning his tires as fast as he could. The necromancer started to chant and raise his staff, starting something powerful as well. The sound of KITT's engine drowned out the magician's voice, and in a flash of light KITT shot forward. He dashed forward in a blaze of glory and smashed straight into the necromancer, splitting him right in half as he burst through the wall on the other side as well. KITT's vision went blurry as he teleported out to a deserted area, a bit battered but not having much to worry about.
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 4:50 pm
Rpc Name: Chiyoko Hotaru (Not created yet)
Nation: Kusana
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Reaper
What you know about the bloodline: Reapers are beings of life force and creation, they respect all life, they must keep the life cycle going, their gauntlets are the key to their existence, if their gauntlet is destroyed they die.
Rp Sample:
~ I could hear the small breaths of the man just around the corner as I braced myself gently against the wall. The reason why I was here was only a few more yards away, but it felt like miles. My mind wondered back about five minutes ago when I had first arrived here to rescue her. Concentrating three thin needles formed in my palm only causing me to wish I had taken time to regain energy from my previous fight before coming here. The man's breath hitched a small bit at the noise I had made. Quickly I stepped out from the corner and flung the needles piercing the vital point in the neck creating a small silent death. It pained to see the thin life line continuing onto the next stepping stone of life. The life lines of other beings where clear through the walls, but not close enough to make my presence known here. Continuing down the somewhat dark hallway I sensed the person I was here for about two more doors away. Just get her and get out I thought to myself closing the distance quickly.
~ A large battered wooden door with metal reinforcing stood between me and my goal. The over sized padlock holding it shut was more for show then for actual security I thought as it was easily picked. Pulling the large monstrosity of a door open making a rather loud squeal in the process I found the small child crouched in the corner in tears. "Alicia", I mumbled quickly approaching her, “Come Alicia I'm here to get you out." Alicia turned to me her hair stuck to her face from crying quietly stood up hiccupping slightly. Pulling her up I was careful not to press the harsh metal of my gauntlet against her bare skin. Now all we have to do is get out of here without being noticed I thought peeking around the corner of the open door checking for another presence. Finding none I stepped fully out as I was unable to hide properly with the small child. Perhaps it was due to my rushfulness. Making it out of the small hallway into a walkway overlooking a large domed shaped room I saw the men began to gather bellow.
~This was going to be fun I thought as I whispered to Alicia, “Stay quiet ok.” She nodded as I crept along the walk way searching for a vantage point. My energy supplies where not bad, but I couldn't handle that many people at one time. Finding a small niche towards the end of the walk way just large enough for both me and Alicia I hid there waiting silently. Hopefully they would disperse I thought watching the men if there was only around five there would be no problem. Almost as if my prayers where heard the men dispersed leaving about six to guard the front door. There was no room for error I thought pulling out my small bow stringing an arrow.
~ Firing it struck its mark right on one man as he fell lifeless to the ground. The others were frightened and looked around for the perpetrator, but once again we were safely hidden in the dark corner. One man appeared to be running to get a higher ranking official leaving four. Notching two other arrows and firing two more men meet their end as the others saw me. Holding Alicia tightly I jumped landing safely on the floor below concentrating my energy forming another needled flinging it at one man as the other attempted to attack. Shifting my weight and swinging my gauntleted arm in his direction it made contact with his forehead resulting in a loud crack as the man fell to the ground. Quickly I exited the building making my way back to the person who originally contracted me.
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 5:47 pm
((I believe this bloodline requires VC/Captain approval.
Rpc Name: Undecided, we'll go with jack for now
Nation: Uuma or Pronta
Rank: trainee
Bloodline applied for: Pagan
What you know about the bloodline: have the potential to be nearly invincible. Have been glorified as gods. can't have an element, and struggle with personal mental disorders.
Rp Sample: tink. tink. tink. the metallic sound of bullets rebounding off of Jack's skin could be heard bounding off of the walls of the cave. The cave was quite a dramatic scene. on the walls everywhere there was blood. Several statues of the pagan were dotted about the cave as well, and they were all of him in different poses. In the middle of the cave sat a large throne, with a rediculous amount of room on it. Lining the walls were ornate weapons with intricate designs on them. he never even used any of the weapons, they were merely trophies from fallen warriors he had deemed worthy of taking trophies from. Aside from these weapons there were other trophies as well... various body parts from slain monsters. This group of soldiers had happened upon the pagan commiting some odd ritual... and had been unfortunate enough to try to stop him in the middle of it. drawing his excalibur from the sheathe on his back, he chuckled insanely. "I am god... it is time for you to repent. I will destroy you all, in the name of god. I mean, in the name of me." He said in a righteous voice, giggling as he did so. Kill. Kill. Kill! the single thought echoed deeply through the pagan's mind over and over, before a sharp stalagmite fell from the roof and impaled one of the members of the group. It may have seemed like a freak accident, but in a pagan's terraformed domain, literally Anything can happen. Energy formed around him as he felt his god like powers activating. A brave knight rushed Jack, drawing a broadsword, the resounding sound of metal clashing on metal occuring as the warrior's broadsword met Jack's excalibur; a two handed sword.He wielded the sword desceptively fast, almost as if it were as light as a feather. "I've... had... enough!" he shouted as a wave of powerful energy that he had been charging exploded from him, causing the knight to get blasted back and smashed into a cave wall. Jack threw his sword at the knight, impaling straight through the man and sticking him into the wall. "A new decoration... I like it." He said with a smile before looking at the last warrior. This one carried two guns and a rapier. He started running extremely fast, before dissapearing and reappearing twenty feet away. A trickster. Jack knew how to take care of this one. He waited for the trickster to get to full momentum once more in his running before he activated terraform once more. A random small slab of rock jutted up from the ground, right in front of the trickster's foot. He stumbled and faceplanted into the ground, sliding forward until he was at the Pagan's feet. "And now... I cleanse you. Rejoice, as you are forgiven." He said, before pointing his hand at the man's head. It glowed brightly before a large beam of energy shot from it, killing him as it incinerated his head. Jack was mildly dissapointed. needless to say, he would not be adding any of these peoples weapons to his wall. Not a single one of them was worthy. The pagan got down on his knees and began praying... to himself. It was quite a site, the god on his knees with his hands clasped and touching his forehead, mumbling quickly and indescernably. Obviously, there was something very wrong with this guy's head. Perhaps allowing an extremely powerful pagan to sit around by himself in a cave was not the best idea in terms of helping to maintain his sanity.
(Skills used: Terraform, Excalibur, Pagan god ability)
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 7:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 7:47 pm
A faint smile
Rpc Name: KITT
Nation: Aramil
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Ghost Car
What you know about the bloodline: I know its the most bitchingest bloodline ever. You're already dead which means you have a number of bonuses, like not dying. The car and the person are one, and can switch between each other like instantaneously. As part car you are incredibly fast, and strong as well. Being a ghost car opens up a hell of a lot of combinations for fighting too. Naturally you're weaker to magic, especially necromancers.
Rp Sample:
A hell of a lot of smoke began to rise around KITT's wheels as he began to burn out. These guys were chasing him, but they couldn't catch him. They thought that just because they had run KITT into a dead end alley meant he wasn't going anywhere. That was cute. KITT's speed climbed higher and higher, but he did not release his brakes. It wasn't until the douches chasing him climbed off their horses and aimed their weapons at him that he moved. KITT shot forward faster than an arrow and appeared to slam into the wall. In reality he melted through it like it did not exist. On the other side KITT rapidly transformed into his human form. He had only tried running because it was fun to watch them try and catch him. But now he was bored of it. KITT hadn't been able to drive at max speed without easily loosing his assailants. He waited patiently for the men to climb the wall and ready to fight him.
"Let's see if you can keep up." KITT said, bending low and kicking off the ground. It would take a second for him to rev up in speed, but he could still cause some serious pain now. With a snap of KITT's fingers two headlights popped up behind him and turned onto high. The men all groaned in pain and threw up their arms to try and block the light. KITT dashed forward and threw out his fist, enhancing it with his momentum. When his fist connected with the first guy he went flying backward and smacked into the wall behind them. It literally looked like KITT had rammed him as a car. The men quickly recovered and surrounded KITT, trying to get him on all sides. KITT pulled up a rearview mirror and looked just in time to catch a guy trying to hit him over the head with a pipe. KITT stuck his arm out and spawned a car door, intercepting the blow. He spawned two tires behind him and began to kick up a crap ton of dirt and mud into the air. The guy behind him backpedaled just as KITT jumped in the air. He backflipped and transformed, sending his car form straight out and forward. He smashed into two guys in front of him and rapidly reversing. When KITT cleared the circle of enemies he began to spin around in a circle. The people couldn't get near him without risking getting smashed. One brave guy thought to jump and land on top of him, but KITT had a better idea. He charged energy to his wheels and popped a wheelie, raising his front end up to smack into the guy. As the car dropped KITT transformed into his human form , grabbing the man by his collar. A tire materialized on KITT's chest and he pushed himself down, starting his engine and spinning the tire. The man screamed out in pain, but it did not last long.
KITT had not been too careful, getting a bit carried away with his theatrics. A bolt of magic shot out at him and smashed across his face, breaking his nose. Three more shot out, impaling him in various locations. KITT transformed rapidly, wanting to be in a more secure form. His grill was bent inward and his right side mirror and door were scratched and dented. Of course they had a sorcerer. They always did. KITT flashed his lights onto the guy, bathing the necromancer in his light. He knew this could get ugly, and needed to finish this right away. KITT started revving his engine, spinning his tires as fast as he could. The necromancer started to chant and raise his staff, starting something powerful as well. The sound of KITT's engine drowned out the magician's voice, and in a flash of light KITT shot forward. He dashed forward in a blaze of glory and smashed straight into the necromancer, splitting him right in half as he burst through the wall on the other side as well. KITT's vision went blurry as he teleported out to a deserted area, a bit battered but not having much to worry about.
Approved, you gay little ghostcar lady, lol @raziel: What pantheon is this Pagan? Also, I'll have to consider it... we changed the pagan slots to 3, and Hiro said it'd be fine to have 5... but if there's only like 15 in the world, having like 5 as RPCs is iffy to me... idk. Especially since they've been sort of in hiding for a long time. Gimme a bit to think. Tell me what pantheon it is anyway.
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 5:33 pm
Rpc Name: Exava Frohlich
Nation: Rogue
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Chimera
What you know about the bloodline:
Everything, considering I made the damn thing...
Rp Sample:
Exava, like a thief digging through treasure, dug through the through piles of bodies with a large grin. Her mind began to flood with different ideas for new creations and rituals she could perform with this new haul. The little necromancer inspected a limb she removed and found something incredibly curious. Beneath it's nails were little slits, each hiding a razor sharp claw. "Hmm, interesting..." she mumbled, shifting aside the rest of the corpses, digging to find her diamond in the rough.
Exava pulled corpses aside, shifted broken parts, and scraped layers of decay away from the top of the mound of bodies until she finally discovered what she was looking for. Beneath her lay the corpse of a Kiranu. Exava began to carefully evaluate the body and search for any usable parts. It's teeth had mostly fallen out, it's tail was lost to some animal, but luckily for her, one of it's eyes was miraculously still intact. The necromancer's grin only widened as she plucked the small white orb from it's host and pressed it against her own.
Exava's body became almost liquid for a brief moment was the eye was devoured and added to her own genetic make up. A brief wave of anguish flooded the girl, but as it passed, she opened her eyes to reveal one catlike orb had replaced her old one. She brushed her tongue against her teeth and felt her regular canines had been replaced with much sharper fangs. After a brief inspection of her new body, she discovered her sight ad hearing had increased, and she had also obtained a set of retractable claws. Satisfied with her results, Exava went back to searching for more treasure.
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 5:50 pm
Shane Allgay Errday A faint smile
Rpc Name: KITT
Nation: Aramil
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Ghost Car
What you know about the bloodline: I know its the most bitchingest bloodline ever. You're already dead which means you have a number of bonuses, like not dying. The car and the person are one, and can switch between each other like instantaneously. As part car you are incredibly fast, and strong as well. Being a ghost car opens up a hell of a lot of combinations for fighting too. Naturally you're weaker to magic, especially necromancers.
Rp Sample:
A hell of a lot of smoke began to rise around KITT's wheels as he began to burn out. These guys were chasing him, but they couldn't catch him. They thought that just because they had run KITT into a dead end alley meant he wasn't going anywhere. That was cute. KITT's speed climbed higher and higher, but he did not release his brakes. It wasn't until the douches chasing him climbed off their horses and aimed their weapons at him that he moved. KITT shot forward faster than an arrow and appeared to slam into the wall. In reality he melted through it like it did not exist. On the other side KITT rapidly transformed into his human form. He had only tried running because it was fun to watch them try and catch him. But now he was bored of it. KITT hadn't been able to drive at max speed without easily loosing his assailants. He waited patiently for the men to climb the wall and ready to fight him.
"Let's see if you can keep up." KITT said, bending low and kicking off the ground. It would take a second for him to rev up in speed, but he could still cause some serious pain now. With a snap of KITT's fingers two headlights popped up behind him and turned onto high. The men all groaned in pain and threw up their arms to try and block the light. KITT dashed forward and threw out his fist, enhancing it with his momentum. When his fist connected with the first guy he went flying backward and smacked into the wall behind them. It literally looked like KITT had rammed him as a car. The men quickly recovered and surrounded KITT, trying to get him on all sides. KITT pulled up a rearview mirror and looked just in time to catch a guy trying to hit him over the head with a pipe. KITT stuck his arm out and spawned a car door, intercepting the blow. He spawned two tires behind him and began to kick up a crap ton of dirt and mud into the air. The guy behind him backpedaled just as KITT jumped in the air. He backflipped and transformed, sending his car form straight out and forward. He smashed into two guys in front of him and rapidly reversing. When KITT cleared the circle of enemies he began to spin around in a circle. The people couldn't get near him without risking getting smashed. One brave guy thought to jump and land on top of him, but KITT had a better idea. He charged energy to his wheels and popped a wheelie, raising his front end up to smack into the guy. As the car dropped KITT transformed into his human form , grabbing the man by his collar. A tire materialized on KITT's chest and he pushed himself down, starting his engine and spinning the tire. The man screamed out in pain, but it did not last long.
KITT had not been too careful, getting a bit carried away with his theatrics. A bolt of magic shot out at him and smashed across his face, breaking his nose. Three more shot out, impaling him in various locations. KITT transformed rapidly, wanting to be in a more secure form. His grill was bent inward and his right side mirror and door were scratched and dented. Of course they had a sorcerer. They always did. KITT flashed his lights onto the guy, bathing the necromancer in his light. He knew this could get ugly, and needed to finish this right away. KITT started revving his engine, spinning his tires as fast as he could. The necromancer started to chant and raise his staff, starting something powerful as well. The sound of KITT's engine drowned out the magician's voice, and in a flash of light KITT shot forward. He dashed forward in a blaze of glory and smashed straight into the necromancer, splitting him right in half as he burst through the wall on the other side as well. KITT's vision went blurry as he teleported out to a deserted area, a bit battered but not having much to worry about.
Approved, you gay little ghostcar lady, lol @raziel: What pantheon is this Pagan? Also, I'll have to consider it... we changed the pagan slots to 3, and Hiro said it'd be fine to have 5... but if there's only like 15 in the world, having like 5 as RPCs is iffy to me... idk. Especially since they've been sort of in hiding for a long time. Gimme a bit to think. Tell me what pantheon it is anyway. I played him as a defense Pagan, but he'll probably be the war pantheon. I can redo the request sample if you want it to fit his pantheon, Defense was just an easy pantheon to apply as lol. And i'm like literally dying to have a slot haha. If i need to convince you I can do a way more epic RP sample.
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 6:24 pm
Exava is approved, and raziel... alright. I'll approve your app. We're gonna have so many darn pagans. X_x
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 7:16 pm
Rpc Name: Gabriel Grimtooth
Nation: Kranilla
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Lycan
What you know about the bloodline: Lycans are blah blah blah. They are humanoids that have a inner wolf mentality that can shift into a monstrosity of nature know as a werewolf. This can't be controlled until Adept.
Rp Sample:
One swing came and it came fast. He missed but yet, the sword clashed only up against armor, denting it yet leaving the flesh underneath safe and sound. Gabriel was a monster on the battlefield as his black-clad armor shrugged off many many blows. With another swing of his opponent, this time he clashed and came in hard.
Gabe was donning full armor, greaves, pauldrons, and of course the helmet as well. Weapon of choice, a two-handed claymore of wrought iron. While it wasn't sharp, the pure power alone of the man behind it was just enough to compensate for this. This was further evidenced as he came in with his strong swing that swept aside the soldier's sword like a twig. Once more his arms circled around and he took half a step, swung, and hell came. Three soldiers were briefly swept before being bisected in two as the massive sword ripped through them like butter.
The remains splattered about as their gorey remains cascaded down upon the ground as a giant came charging in from the opposing army, each step thundered along and Gabe readied himself. The big, dumb, and ugly beast rose his hammer like it was a toy and swung it down to try and crush the shadowknight. Gabe, however, stabbed his blade into the earth and began his changing. His specially designed armor unclipped itself as he underwent a lycan transformation.
WHOOSH! A cloud of dirt and debris flew up with a thunderous slam as the hammer came down. Grimtooth the Lycan had already leaped to the side as the ravenous creature of the night snarled, growled and began his new hunt. He crouched down low as he tightened his muscles and then leaped up as the giant came for another attack. His claws dug in deep to the stomach while the werewolf scaled the giants body, his claws ripping open his flesh as he did so just as he came for the b*****d's head. With both hands, he effectively ripped the cranium off of the gigantic body, spewing blood out as the mangled flesh gave in to the werewolf's massive strength.
He tossed the head aside and stood atop of the falling, headless, giant's body as it feel, howling a victorious cry of triumph.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 7:20 pm
Cracked Eggz Rpc Name: Gabriel Grimtooth Nation: Kranilla Rank: Trainee Bloodline applied for: Lycan What you know about the bloodline: Lycans are blah blah blah. They are humanoids that have a inner wolf mentality that can shift into a monstrosity of nature know as a werewolf. This can't be controlled until Adept. Rp Sample: One swing came and it came fast. He missed but yet, the sword clashed only up against armor, denting it yet leaving the flesh underneath safe and sound. Gabriel was a monster on the battlefield as his black-clad armor shrugged off many many blows. With another swing of his opponent, this time he clashed and came in hard. Gabe was donning full armor, greaves, pauldrons, and of course the helmet as well. Weapon of choice, a two-handed claymore of wrought iron. While it wasn't sharp, the pure power alone of the man behind it was just enough to compensate for this. This was further evidenced as he came in with his strong swing that swept aside the soldier's sword like a twig. Once more his arms circled around and he took half a step, swung, and hell came. Three soldiers were briefly swept before being bisected in two as the massive sword ripped through them like butter. The remains splattered about as their gorey remains cascaded down upon the ground as a giant came charging in from the opposing army, each step thundered along and Gabe readied himself. The big, dumb, and ugly beast rose his hammer like it was a toy and swung it down to try and crush the shadowknight. Gabe, however, stabbed his blade into the earth and began his changing. His specially designed armor unclipped itself as he underwent a lycan transformation. WHOOSH! A cloud of dirt and debris flew up with a thunderous slam as the hammer came down. Grimtooth the Lycan had already leaped to the side as the ravenous creature of the night snarled, growled and began his new hunt. He crouched down low as he tightened his muscles and then leaped up as the giant came for another attack. His claws dug in deep to the stomach while the werewolf scaled the giants body, his claws ripping open his flesh as he did so just as he came for the b*****d's head. With both hands, he effectively ripped the cranium off of the gigantic body, spewing blood out as the mangled flesh gave in to the werewolf's massive strength. He tossed the head aside and stood atop of the falling, headless, giant's body as it feel, howling a victorious cry of triumph. 'Lycans are blah blah blah.' Perfect. xd Approved.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 7:56 pm
Audio Blur Rpc Name: Exava Frohlich Nation: Rogue Rank: Trainee Bloodline applied for: Chimera What you know about the bloodline: Everything, considering I made the damn thing... Rp Sample: Exava, like a thief digging through treasure, dug through the through piles of bodies with a large grin. Her mind began to flood with different ideas for new creations and rituals she could perform with this new haul. The little necromancer inspected a limb she removed and found something incredibly curious. Beneath it's nails were little slits, each hiding a razor sharp claw. "Hmm, interesting..." she mumbled, shifting aside the rest of the corpses, digging to find her diamond in the rough. Exava pulled corpses aside, shifted broken parts, and scraped layers of decay away from the top of the mound of bodies until she finally discovered what she was looking for. Beneath her lay the corpse of a Kiranu. Exava began to carefully evaluate the body and search for any usable parts. It's teeth had mostly fallen out, it's tail was lost to some animal, but luckily for her, one of it's eyes was miraculously still intact. The necromancer's grin only widened as she plucked the small white orb from it's host and pressed it against her own. Exava's body became almost liquid for a brief moment was the eye was devoured and added to her own genetic make up. A brief wave of anguish flooded the girl, but as it passed, she opened her eyes to reveal one catlike orb had replaced her old one. She brushed her tongue against her teeth and felt her regular canines had been replaced with much sharper fangs. After a brief inspection of her new body, she discovered her sight ad hearing had increased, and she had also obtained a set of retractable claws. Satisfied with her results, Exava went back to searching for more treasure. Saw this, I thought you had a Chimera already?
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 5:55 pm
Rpc Name:Red
Nation:Noc
Rank:Trainee
Bloodline applied for:Feral
What you know about the bloodline: A feral humanoid is a mismatched being with augmented parts, whether living or dead. Their weakness is fire, and of course, decaying over time. No blood, and best of all, no pain. The look like zombies, they smell like them too. Thank god for perfume.
Rp Sample:This was what she had been trying so hard to avoid, and now the memory was all coming out like a clown's handkerchief, one moment tied to the next and the next, how she had moved back to the bedroom, a momentum of shouting. There must be something, she didn't know what, and there was the bathroom. Panting and weeping, she stood in the sterile room covered in a feverish sweat. She bared her teeth at the reflection, just like a dog. "I am going to die." her face contorting with rage and disgust. She was going for broke then, she was giving it every evil thing that she had, she had reached her own heart of darkness. Part of her begged the other, not to kill their love, not to do it, they had problems but she didn't need to pummel it into the ground with a brick like the dead. She needed him to stop her, but no one would. Now as Isis loomed just outside the door, her hands wielded her death. God? He never answers. She'd do it right here, killed the thing she loved, this was what she was driven to.
I heard nothing.
My ears had popped.
My mind had gone blank.
Utterly.
The hazel eyes opened, the vision blurry as the dirt encrusted the lashes. This body was not her own, she was just a ghost in the shell now. Cadaverous talons shockingly moved, she stared, spheres wide at their discoloration. She had died, yes. Death but here she was....somehow alive but not quite. Her chest was riddled with stitches and staples, she could feel each one in a sense but they weren't painful. Red rose, wobbly at first but finding ground as dust and muck dusted her bare curvature and gauze coverings. What had she become? Where had she gone? How...a deadly concoction of anger, rage, confusion, and fury filled her hollow veins. She was Feral, a cross between life and death.
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 11:23 pm
Rpc Name: Aytun Şahin ( Moon Light Falcon )
Nation: Debating...
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Djinn
What you know about the bloodline:
Basically Djinn are beings that are capable of mystical and magic powers. They have been around for centuries and consist of only males. However that doesn't stop them from mating with say a human to produce off-springs ( also all males ). Djinn have the capability to 'wish' or 'ask' for something and it will go through, the force around you making way for it to happen. They also seem to be highly capable physical fighters as they prefer to use their own bodies when fighting. They may only have one element and that is Force.
Rp Sample:
Aytun would wonder the desert for what seemed like an eternity until he came across a woman that seemed to be lost as she pulled a wagon on the road. She looked as if she had lost all hope in finding a town, water, or even a single being. However when she looker her eyes upon Aytun whom was clocked, but barefoot she would walked over to him and with an excited and despite look in her eyes grabbed on to his cloak. She began to beg him for water and the direction to the nearest town possible as she seemed to have the look of joy on her face now too. However Aytun would hank his cloak from her grasp and than grab her bu the throat, chocking her, and lifting her off her feet as well. "I have no interest in you pathetic humans.", he said so harshly as he seemed to hold a great detest for them. "More specifically ones such as yourself bother me the most...", he said as his grip around her throat began to tighten. In thus resulting in her gagging, gasping, scratching, kicking, and trying to break free. Aytun held a rather straight face as he did this, as if he had no emotions to even spar her. He was about to snap her neck, that was until he heard screaming and crying coming from the cart that the woman was pulling herself. When Aytun looked over he saw three children crying and telling him to stop hurting their mommy. In response he would release the woman and allow her to fall to the ground were she gripped her throat and began to gasp for air.
As she recovered from her near death attack by Aytun, she would again grip grab on to his cloak. "Do you want me to kill you?", he asked her as her children ran to her side and tried to make her stop in fear that he would actually kill her this time. However she said she didn't care what happened to her as long as the children lived, her life was only meant for the children. Aytun would look at her before sighing in what seemed to be annoyance. "I see, so humans like you are still around...", he said as he removed the hood of his cloak to reveal that he was a Djinn, shocking the woman who never say someone so handsome in her life. "You're wish, I will grant it. However in return you must give an offering to me as your savior ever year on this day...", he said what seemed like aura began to surround him. The woman quickly agreed and said she would. She than wished that it would rain so that they could have water and also the directions to the nearest town. Aytun himself would balance on his left leg and than clap his hands together. "In the name of Aytun Şahin, I command the skies to rain upon thy.", he stated as clouds began to gather above. At first nothing happened, however droplets began to fall and then it turned into a sudden down poor. The woman was in complete disbelief as he was really a Djinn. She would remember that a wish only lasted a certain amount of time and told the children to pull the jugs from the cart to catch the water, in which case they gladly did.
After a while the rain finally stopped and the once empty jugs now had water to last them a few weeks. Aytun now looked at the woman and ripped a piece of his cloak off and released it in a gust of wind. He than pointed at it as it seemed to be swirling in place. "In that direction to the northeast you will find a small town. I know not the distance, but with the water reserves you now have you should be able to reach it.", he said kept his straight face. The woman and children he had saved could only thank him and say they would keep their promise to always give an offering to him as their savior. Aytun himself said nothing, he only put his hood back over his head and continued to head in what seemed to be an unset direct to find the person he wanted most.
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