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Rpc Name: Manah Grigori (posting her as soon as I have a verdict on this ^^)
Nation: Yuran
Rank: Novice
Bloodline applied for: Draconian
What you know about the bloodline: I know they are slow but very strong, at master rank they can transform into a full dragon and in that form they have a weak underbelly. They sleep a lot, attracted to gems and gold. They are known as a cursed breed, and are blessed with longevity though I'm not sure how many years equal one year to them. Like if they look 20 around how long would their real age would be.
Rp Sample: Manah asleep in her little bed, dreamed about sleeping on a nice treasury of gold and sweets. Her small tail curled up as the immature club like tip that would grow to be an arrowhead was acting as her pillow, she looked about the age of seven or maybe even just a tiny bit older unable to control her form between her half dragon and full dragon forms as her wings were currently connected to her arms and rather her back and cuddling her stuffed dragon plushie. The very model of draconian narcolepsy at work, however all thing had to come to an end as her master watched her sleep sighing. Her master tried to wake her up the normal way but she wasn't budging until she screamed, "WAKE UP YOU LAZY SQUIRE!!" With that Manah slowly stirred from her sleep as she rubbed her eye looking around groggily. "master? is it breakfast time?" She asked with a yawn, as her master sighed and smacked her with a wooden training sword. "you ate breakfast and immediately went back to sleep manah... geez it's time to train. We are working on your racial abilities today. You did do your homework right." Manah nodded getting out of her bed and tucking in her plushie before getting ready for training as she followed her master to the training ground. "Yes I read all about the succubi." Her master nodded and stopped, facepalming for a moment and turning back to Manah. "Manah your a draconian, go to the library and read about some skills they possess and come back here to practice them... NOW!" she said with her teacher voice causing Manah to scramble to the library.

It took a bit bit Manah came back to her master who was setting up the doll to train, "alright you are not to use swordplay while you fight this doll only your racial abilities to get a feel for them." Manah nodded taking a deep breath in and breathing out as her master moved away from the doll and started the training as the doll came to life. As the doll attack Manah took in a deep breath but instead of breathing out so let out a screeching dragonic roar due to age it wasnt as strong as it should be but it did enough to stun the doll as her hands and feet changed to that of a normal set of dragons claws as she ran forward on all fours. Her wings were on her arms and underdeveloped so she couldn't use the gust ability or the gaining air ability she read about however it did give her another strategy. The doll moved out of the way from her sharp claws but her sandpaper like scales on her wings nicked the doll as if her whole arms were weapons as she grabbed the ground to slide the black of the doll her tail whipping the ground as she looked to the mark her wings caused. As the doll regain it's balance and launched into an attack too fast for manah to get away with her scales weight. However the attack would be met with a long range ability to block it instead as Manah front flipped using her tails momentum to launch her sandpaper scales and cut up the doll at the cost of her scales. "Now it's over..." She said getting the heaviest rock she could pick up and slammed it into the doll a number of times before the doll completely broke and she looked to her master. "did I go too far?" She asked holding both her hands together shyly as her master gave a sigh, "you passed manah though keep practicing you have a LOT to work on. Lets get you something to eat before you fall back to sleep alright." Manah nodded with a smile chasing after her master.

I don't? that would explain the lack of posts in this specific area... I'm sorry

Rpc Name: Shinzo Oshiro (UC)
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: Novice
Bloodline applied for: Reaper
What you know about the bloodline: Reapers keep the balance within creation and safeguard all life in this world. They have been seen throughout time, even in the beginning of the human race. No one knows their true name so they just go by "Reapers". All reapers wear special gauntlets that give them the ability to manifest objects out of nothing. It also makes a powerful melee weapon that can tear flesh and even diamond (sage rank). Reapers live by a special code, practiced within the species.The First part state that all life is special and none shall be killed unless absolutely necessary. The second part states reapers must try to hid their true identity for their own safety. The final part states reapers must keep the cycle of life going no matter the cost.

Rp Sample:

Night time... It was not Shinzo's favorite time of day. Walking through the ancient forest and making his way to the castle. The ground wet from the rain that had been here a few hours ago and the decaying trees reaching ou tto the path as if they were trying to drag the reaper in with them. Shinzo was wearing his deep red trench coat, with a steel breast plate, two clawed gauntlets (a steel gauntlet on his left hand and bronze gauntlet with ornate patterns etched in the metal), two steel boots and a sheathed katana strapped on his belt.

After an hour of walking he found the abandoned castle he was ordered to find. A smile appeared on his face as he walked in, un-sheathing his blade as he entered. The corridors were darker inside, making it harder to see. Shinzo walked past the ripped tapestries and old paintings and walked towards the throne room. His senses tingling as he got closer. "One shadow knight and several skeleton minions" he said to himself. The reaper crept up to the door, placing his head up to the door to see if he could hear anything. As his head rested on the door, a axe obviously flew at the door and struck a few centimeters away from his head. The man jumped back and then rushed at the door. He lept in the air and planted a foot firmly in the door, breaking it down and landing ontop of it as it fell to the floor.