Welcome to Gaia! ::

Rpc Name: Alice
Nation: (To be decided)
Rank: Trainee (I assume for beginners)
Bloodline applied for: Arachnoid
What you know about the bloodline:
Users have vast knowledge of poisons/toxins, regardless of rank
Cunning & manipulative type
Elements applied to web makes it noticable.
Rp Sample: The sound of running. A bird chirpped happily in the distance, convercing with it's many brethren. The trickle of a brook, untainted by filth or bacteria, pure notes emminting from it's depths. Heavy padded thumps vibrated softly. Deer grazed on lush greens, their ears flicking towards any particular given noise. A doe nipped at a weed, munching at the tough yet suculant fibers. Abruptly, the flock of deer scatter. Birds halted in their symphonies, suddenly did the clearing silence itself. Not even the wind dared to whisper. Only for that moment, the lack of sound rang out louder than anything thathad made a noiseonly the second before.Out of no where, seemingly, a man ran through the grass laidened meadow. Hair of the color gold, tinted withshades of varying mahogany brown. Eyes of the color rain, striken with fear and anxiety. The man's face was pale, lucid, as if all the life had been drain from him with the exception of his cheeks. Only a flush of red colored them as well as the rest of his alabaster skin. Upon the man's cheek a film of sweat glistened in the dull lighting. His footwork, frantic and uncadenced. He wove deeper into the forest, weaving in and out of rows of bushes and trees. This continued for quite some time until it seemed like he had managed to loose what ever he was running from. A loud bone chilling cry startled the man, directing his attention toward a space, a fork, in between to large branches. A bird. It looked to be caught in mid air, it's feathers bent in awkward positions and it's body bundled tightly together. The man, his breathing ragged, squinted to see that the bird was caught in an odd and extrodinarily large web of some kind. It struggled, twisting and contorting in every possible manner. It tried to free itself from the atrocious web, but it's struggle proved to be useless as it only ended up getting itself entwined even further in the sea of webbings. The man paused momentarily, watching the bird. The snap of a twig sent the man into a state of paranoia, his head whriling about. His sea blue eyes widened, and he once more set off in his agitated run. With his back toward the bird, the poor creature could only but watch as he ran not even offering the slightest hopes of even being freed. The image of the man running was engrained into the beady black eyes of the bird, and that was the last thing it ever saw. The bird was gone. The further the man traveled within the relms of the dark wood, the more he came upon stranger sightings. Webs the size of men hung between trees, hung about in various places, dew hung on the thin traslucent fibers, shimmering. Corpses of animals lay strewn on the ground, a banquet for the crows and vultures above with their hungery maws cawing ever so loudly. Their skin hung to their bones tightly, the dead bodies' eyes sunken into the hollow sockets. A simple nudge would revert a corpse back to dust, from which it came, only to be blown away by an occasional zyphr. Echoe.....echoe....echoe....A new voice resounded eeriely in the background. "There was once a rather good fellow, he was but a fly. He came upon a banquet and exclaimed 'Me oh my!' Silver linings and shining plates did the fly engorge onto himself ; he ate. Presumably the cook, fly expected, he turned around. He saw nothing, only the ground. He cocked a brow and said no more, continued to eat some more. Little did he know that there was a tread, hungrily ravenous for his head. "Woosh" went the trap, poor little chap. He should have fled..." it cackled. The man apparently heard the noise, but it didn't help his psychopathic and frienzied movements. He ran and ran, avoiding webs which were ladened with water droplets. He soon came into a spot which was devoid of plants, dirt took up of the majority of the ground. His chest heaving up and down, desperate for oxygen. "H-help..." The man swung his head toward the meek voice. A girl of seventeen or perhaps older lay suspended in air. Black tresses as dark as a forgotten pool on a moonless night, eyes of the color of the ocean. Cherry lips, as if freshly plucked from a newly wrought harvest. I seemed that she, like the bid, was caught inside a web, however this time the man could scarcely make out the webbbing, as it was unlike the others as it was not soaked with water. The girl struggled, her eye -- the other was covered with the long strands of black -- pleading like the bird. "H-help. I got lost...a-a-and I heard this strange voice which c-chased me here..." the girl hicupped, clearly on the verge of crying. The man's mouth openedand closed like a fish out of water, unsure of what he should do. A moment passed, deliberating still. Afterwards, the man made his choice clear. He cautiously moved toward the web, reaching up. The girls hands were bound, so the man gave that as top priority. He fumbled with it, nicking himself quite a few times. How odd! This web was sharp! What on earth, what creature could have made this? Why the girl as well? "We should get out of here, quick. There is no time to lo-" The man never finished his sentence as a loud shredding sound tore through the acute silence. From the man's side, a cherry liquid flow, dripping towards the ground where it made a dark stain. Eyes widened with shock, tracing down the girls bodice to his side. A knife, at the end a hand. But the girl was bound....so where did this alien hand belong to? To whom? As the eyes went back to the girl he noticed a change in the females demeanor. From meek and frightened did this woman change into something fierce and ominous. A twinkle shone in the grils eye as she smirked. "Haaaaa? Go with you deary? I shant even think of an obsurd idea such as that!" she mocked. As she chided, the voice that once sang the rhyme made it's entrance. A sudden realization dawned in the man's eyes. Uncalled for, the girl leaned in and kissed the man full on his lips. A moment passed and she withdrew. "Goodbye, my little fly..." The alien arm pulled out the dagger and the man stumbled backward. Shaken, the man was slow at first, trying to grasp the situation. He quickly tried to get up, an attempt to flee, but he quickly fell back. Morphine, or a drug like it. It was coated on the knife that now glistened a violent crimson. The man could only wait until he lost sense of his body and would pass onto the void. The girl's blood curtling laughting was the only thing that could be heard within the forest, the sound of mirth.

Yes, forgot to write it down. Thank you, shall get to making profile.

shira: Accepted

Rpc Name: Akura Bashirou
Nation: Yuran
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Watku
What you know about the bloodline:

I know that if it where real the boyfriend of my best friend would be one of these.

They are a proud spiritual race that fight by placing blood on their arm's making different seals. Their speed rivals that of werewolves and their strength is able to dent metal, their arms are longer than usual and their teeth are as strong as those of a shark.


Rp Sample:

Akura was escorted by two Masters to a large trial room, as usual, he had a black robe covering his entire body hiding the fact that he was a Watku. He stood by the door with while the two masters took off the chains that where on his arms, the judge, whom was on the other side of the room looked at Akura steadily, Akura crossed his arms while he smiled at the judge while he made a italic S seal on the palm of his hand which was hidden under his sleeves. " You freaking little terrorist! I'll lock you up for life!" The judge broke out at Akura as the boy placed the palm of his hand forward aiming toward the judge's neck, suddenly a snake shot out toward the judge as it bit the man's neck killing him, he quickly turned to the stunned master's whom looked at the dead judge in horror, he then made David's star as power surged to his arms, while in the other hand he made an oval with a circle on the inside as a white shield appeared on his arm.

He quickly punched one of the two masters breaking his rib cage, while the other turned and ran, Akura ran behind the the Master as he moved the arm with the shield sideways throwing the shield toward the man making him fall. Akura walked toward the man whom was on the floor only to find him treating the cut of the shield made on his leg, Akura grabbed the man by his wrist and smiled. " It's too late.." He said coldly as the man's power rubbed off on his hand making him get burned as if he would have touched fire. " Damn it!" He cried as he began to move his hand up and down, he turned away from the man and punched the wall that was there and he ran off.

N0un: Lolz. Approved.

Akura: You too are approved.

Rpc Name: Noelle di Murceau( not yet applied as profile)
Nation: Kranila
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: The Seers
What you know about the bloodline: That it will be most awesome to rp with! Personally, I like it that you can be blind and see at the same time and that you have special skills like mind reading that are not shown on the outside. And the bloodline is based on defense and not on attack.
Rp Sample:

Noelle looked at her compagny. '' I do not know about who you are speaking. I have not seen a woman that could tell fortunes. I am just a mere cleric, native to this country'', she replied to the small group that had gathered around her. She knew it wasn't wise to search for the medical plants alone, but she was the only one that knew exactly what they looked like and she didn't want to burden anyone else with protecting her. She could fend of most dangers on her own, even though she was blind.

She turned to the man who felt the most powerful. '' People are depending on me, so please let me pass'', she said as she moved forward. Her senses alerted her of the danger that emerged from these people, and she could only feel greed emerging from them. She didn't even had to put much energy in seeing that, she imagined that anyone could feel that coming from them. As she brushed her arms past the powerful men, she knew she was screwed. As she used her Fortune telling, she could tell by the energy it took her that he was of Expert rank, and that none of the people in this group were of lower rank than Adept. Their intentions she couldn't figure out completely, but it involvel a lot of money and a special diamond. The man grabbed her arm as she did this, and she let out a little scream, like a powerless girl would do.

'' If you're so sure you're not the woman we are looking for, you must know where she is. You're going to lead us to her and make her cooperate. Maybe your cute little head will force her to obey, as she probably doesn't want to see it seperated from your body'', the man laughed, and the danger level raised dramatically. She noticed the man making a slashing movement with his arm, so she prepared for the blow. Instead of knocking her head to the side, she felt a sharp object piercing her cheek. Her eyes must have widened in shock and fear to late, because the man cupped her chin and looked into her blind eyes.

'' So, the little miss is blind, but can still see us? How extraordinairy! That's just what a little seer can do. You'll accopagny us, sweet little liar, and don't even think of trying your seer tricks on us''. Noelle yelped as her arms were roughly placed behind her back and one of the other people threw her on his shoulder to carry her away. She could only pray for someone to come save her, what could a little trainee do against such powerful enemies?

I know, I was hoping there was still an open spot since it didn't mention it in the bloodline topic. Too bad for me, back to the drawing table since I have no idea what else to create... Maybe if I look very cute at Fenrir he lets me be it too?