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 Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 1:06 pm
Unrelinquished Despair If you're talking about his character, he would just make you into fine powder. But there's no going beyond the three limit, sorry. Too bad then, I'll try to find something else.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 1:07 pm
Rpc Name:Noa Amyllin
Nation: Kranila
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Lycanthropy
What you know about the bloodline: Well, they're werewolves. They can transform into their wolf form during night, and they become much more powerful and faster when they do. Like the tales tell, they can't stand silver and have enhanced senses.
Rp Sample:
It was crowded in the tavern as a hooded figure walked in. She didn't like the crowded places at all, but the directions she had received had let her here. She hoped to find out of he had been here recently. Or maybe still was. Now that she had trained, she could give hem a payback from destroying her life. Her ears began to hurt as she walked to the bar. Noices of people hurt her more than a punch in the stomach, but she would bare with it.
'' By any chance, did a young man with long dark hair passed by recently? He wears a necklace with a tooth from a wolf around his neck and carries a full automatic handgun'', she asked to the man behind the bar. Instead of answering the question, he ran to the back and rang a loud bell. Noa let out a yelp as the noise found it's way to her brain, causing her to tremble a little. People jumped up from their seats and either ran out or grabbed their weapons.
'' If you're with him, you're our enemy.'', the barkeeper scowled and motioned for the costumers to surround her.'' He ate two young girls, and I suspected you were one of them from the moment you walked in. See someone tipped me of a red-haired beast woman who would head here''.
His eyes glowed with hatred and she immidiatly knew there was no talking to this people. There was no room for her bow, so she reaced for her sword to defend herself and get out. As soon as she made the movement, a man charged for her. She ducked to not take a vital hit, as her speed saved her here. She only took a minor scratch on her upper arm, which began to heal right away.*
People gasped as they saw the wound heal before their eyes and they all charged at her. How much she hated it, she knew she could only do one thing. She concentrated her energy on her non-sword arm, as it began to form a wolves claw. Her arm covered itself with the red hair that was also on her head.** With a wide swing, she pushed away a bunch of guys as she used her sword to slice open the remaining ones. Noa couldn't make it to the door, there were too many men defending her way out, so she merely punched a big hole in the wall next to her. She jumped through it and ran. The townspeople pursued her, but they had no chance of catching a werewolf on the run.
*Regeneration
**Partial Transformation
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 1:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 5:55 pm
Rpc Name: Rein Rois
Nation: Aramil
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Siren
What you know about the bloodline: I know that they generally look normal except for their wings, which they can grow or shrink down to 4 inches minimum. They used to be hunted for these illustrious wings and now hide. They appear to stop aging around 20-30 where their physical appearance remains that of a teenager. Due to this, often times many of them do not reach puberty making it hard for them to further procreate, but they are said to have such longevity that breeding often is not necessary. They have extremely weak bodies, generally very passive, and will not kill kill. They are fast, can hold their breath for an indefinite amount of time, and will almost never use their singing unless the situation absolutely calls for it. On one last note, their songs vary from being enabling them to attack their enemies to healing their allies.
Rp Sample: ((I'm terrible at these things.))
Rein stood stark still. There it was again. The movement in the distance...or perhaps it wasn't as distant as it seemed. Her ears told her that her eyes were lying. She was unsure if the creature had seen her, but she didn't want to take any chances, whether the being be friendly or otherwise as she was in unfamiliar and possibly unfriendly territory. She concentrated on absorbing the sounds around her as she slowly advanced to the left. What was the use in deadening the sounds of her movement if she was just going to continue straight towards the source of the noise? She continued in this manner for a while, eventually adding a forward motion every few steps so as not to hinder her journey more than necessary. She knew that the delay was needed to protect herself: her identity and her frail body.
Dropping the sound absorption, Rein relaxed a bit as she felt a potential crisis was averted. Her laxness betrayed her as a dark figure darted out in front of her. It turned, stopping only when it faced her and presented a sinister grin.
"Hello, little one. I have been searching for you. I lost you for a bit there, you sneaky one, I am not unwise to the tricks of your kind, though. Just cooperate now and this can all be over quickly as possible. You don't look like you're using those wings anyways!" With yelling the last part, the figure lunged at Rein while pulling a knife, reaching for her arm.
Reacting as quickly as she could think to, Rein jumped back while reaching back to pluck a few feathers from her wings with each hand. Just in time to harden them with her energy, she flung them with all her might at the figure who was now only feet in front of her, making sure to avoid any vital parts of the body. After this, she grew her wings to the appropriate length and prepared for flight, hoping the assailant could not follow her there.
The figure managed to blocked 2 arrow darts while the one of the remaining two stuck into his chest and another into his forearm. He let loose a yell of pure rage at not having the frail bird give in without a fight but ceased his pursuit for only a moment, then he was launching himself at her yet again.
This time, when she jumped back, she turned and began running, attempting to take flight. However, she could hear quick chanting behind her and before she could make it far enough off the ground, water splashed down over her, dampening her wings and foiling her flight. She fell to the ground, unable to catch herself so that she now lay prone as the figure stepped up to her.
"You didn't think it would be that easy, little one, did you?"
His grin seemed even more demented, she noted along with the blood dripping from the wounds she had inflicted on him. Her heart raced as he leaned down with the knife pointed at her throat. She started to try and push herself backwards with her arms and legs, anything to put distance between the two. As he was standing, this seemed futile and he kept the closeness with ease. He snatched her up now and went to flip her over. As he ripped the back of her shirt open, her mind reeling with what she had to do, Rein made her decision and let rip a shriek of a song, designed to daze and stun the enemy. She felt that it worked as the hold on her lessened and she jerked away. Her arms and legs sore from the fall earlier, she slowly pushed to her feet and ran a few meters away, knowing that she had to finish this before the assailant could come to his senses.
Her wings still grown out, Rein concentrated on creating a cyclone of the feathers. As the edge of the twister was forming, Rein could hear the enraged figure coming around, but it was too late now. Her wall was up and he was caught in it. After a few moments of hearing his roars and yelping, his voice died down. She lowered the storm to see the man lying motionless on the ground. Quickly gathering up the tatters of her shirt, she ran over to him, kneeling down to check his pulse. He was still alive and she heaved a sigh of relief. She meant only to knock him out and had succeeded. Sure, he would be hurting when he woke up, but he would survive. For now, she needed to get to where she was going as quickly as possible, and as flying was out, she shrunk her wings down and continued on as swiftly as her worn body would allow her to.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 6:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 7:59 pm
Rpc Name: Alucard (For lack of rpc name atm, more then likely not permenant)
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline Applied For: Vampirism
What you know about the bloodline: Well I am well aware that vampires are the creatures of the night, the blood craving, emotion pulsing and overall superhuman undead. They drain the blood of others to satisfy their hunger as well as replinish energy they have otherwise lost. They can regenerate and do not like the sun muchless wooden stakes. You cannot regenerate loss limbs at sage rank only, but no missing heads. No sparkle......real vampires never sparkle....
Rp Sample: ((acting as if he was master rank))
The mansion was rather quiet tonight, all the dinner guests were taking their seats at the long table, which had whie laced cloth on it and a large array of silver plates and silverware. Pots and pans were on the top of the table with lids over them, large meals awaiting within them for the hungry guests. Alucard sat at one end, smiling to himself as he wore a black suit with a ruffed like undershirt and glasses that hid his eyes. His black hair hung smoothly, black as night and shined with moonlight which shone through the window. The host, who was on the other end, stood up and clicked a teaspoon three times against the crystal cup. Getting everyone's attention, conversations died and heads turned towards the elderly woman. She looked from her left to her right, smiling as she then adjusted her attention towards the center. "May the feast begin!" She announced, and lids were removed and forks and knives moved through food, wine filled glasses and were raised to lips. Alucard merely watched, bringing his glass to his lips though the contents weren't....exactly red wine.
About half an hour went by, polite conversations of business and families arose from these humans before him. It was pleasant and interesting for him to hear. Little to none the humans knew, he was not of their world. Or better said, once was. Being a vampire came with its benefits, most which suited him just fine. He has been alive for so long, since the civil wars of the ancient times. Adjusting his glasses, he brought a book to his face, reading 'Moonlight'. He turned to chapter 7, which things were beginning to pick up with the main character before suddenly time froze in his mind. The glass windows shattered as gunfire riddled the quiet, pleasant air. Holes filled the bodies around him and shattered the glass cups and destroyed the food. Screams and gut wretching sounds of bone crushing and organ splitting and skin tearing filled the air.
Bodies fell around him, and suddenly his glasses shattered as a bullet struck the side of them, knocking them off his face before more bullets hit into his side, collapsing onto the floor. The air was once more silent, and five new bodies stepped into the room through the windows. The gunman looked around, laughing as they kicked over one of the guests and shot him up. The appearant leader knelt over and picked up purses and jewelry. Obviously they didn't come over for dinner. As their backs were to him, collecting loot and such. Some even going through the food and eating it, Alucard silently rose up and brushed off his tuxedo. Brushing his hair of debries he took a step forward, pulling out two handguns and two clicks went off. Two of the five men turned around, finding barrels between their eyes before their heads busted like a watermellon dropped from a story high building.
Hearing the gunshots the other three turned around, seeing two of their comrads falling to the ground as Alucard looked at them, red eyes glowing against the darkness. "You know....those were custom made glasses..." He said in a rather unhappy voice. "Not to mention I now have to get my suit fixed as well. Money doesn't come by easy these days" He said with a grin, fangs flashing as the men began shivering, and started shooting wildly. Moving like a blurr, the vampire rushed to the side of the room, running along the wall as he shot several more rounds at the men. One of them dropped his gun as he clutched his arm, the other one fell to his knees as a third bullet sank into his heart, coughing up blood he fell over. The leader turned to face Alucard but all he saw was the vampire kicking a table towards him, which flew and struck the man sending him out the window.
Alucard quickly turned and looked at the wounded gunman who clutched his arm, making a mad dash at him. A scream was heard before a sickening crunch and sound of flesh tearing and blood splattering. The leader managed to get back through the window, looking around. His eyes widen and jaw dropped as he saw one of his men, the only one surviving before being knocked out the window dead. His neck inside the jaws of Alucard, blood flowing out of his mouth and neck like Nigeria falls. The body hung like a rag doll. The leader dropped his gun, taking a step back as Alucard opened his mouth, the body dropping to the ground with a splat. "Oh my god......OH MY GOD!!!" He screamed as he ran out the window, taking for the hills. Alucard watched, blood running down his chin as a wicked grin split across his face. He vanished in a blurr of speed and darkness.
The leader, racing through the trees kept screaming. He reached the hills, turning around at the bloodbath muttering over and over. "Oh my god...." He stuttered as he turned around, his body running into Alucard's. Before anything was said, Alucard's hand punched through the man's chest, his hand emerging from his back and lifted up the man till they were eye leveled, and his feet above the ground. Alucard's grin widen, his teeth being razor sharp as the moonlight fell on his eyes, illuminating them like a cat's. "No....just you and this ghoul" He said as the man screamed. Alucard's mouth opened wide, sharp teeth sinking into the man's neck and tore at it, until the man was seperated from his head. Removing his hand, the body dropped. Footsteps was heard behind Alucard as a tall figure stood behind him. "Is it finished?" The voice said, which Alucard slowly turned around, a severed head hanging from his mouth, which the neck was trapped in his teeth. Grinning, he dropped the head and looked at the figure. "You missed a great party ya know..." He said in a humorous dark voice.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 9:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 6:03 pm
Rpc Name: Elizabeth Bishop
Nation: dont know yet
Rank: trainee
Bloodline applied for: The Kiranu
What you know about the bloodline: NEKO NEKO! they are agile and stealthy, but easily distractable. They have metal claws that allow them to climb stuff easily. The are subject to mood swings, and can see in the dark...they're pretty much like walking cats.
Rp Sample:
A dark figured rushed through the allies of the night. The figure was adorned in a long black, hooded cloak. Elizabeth was closing in on her target. Her heightened sense of smell allowed her to track down her target. She pulled out a peice of paper, and looked it over. "Bounty's pretty high on this one. Wonder what he did." she folded the paper back up and tucked it into her vest pocket. As she searched the roofs and buildings, the scent got stronger and stronger, she was getting close. She jumped from roof to roof with grace, and because of her padded feet, she made very little sound. She finally came to a tavern. The place reeked of her target's scent, this had to be the place. She saw a window near the top of the wall, out of reach from a normal jump, even for her springy legs. Elizabeth pulled her gloves off and exposed her claws. she dug them into the wall, and began to quickly, and silently climb up to the window.
Elizabeth climbed into the window, and removed her cloak, tossing it into the ally. She quietly jumped onto the ceiling, and looked around to find her target. She spotted him in a corner booth, sitting alone and drinking a few beers. She quietly crawled along the roof over to her target. She was finally above him, and her excitement was building. The thrill of the kill was getting to her, then suddenly, a bard from across the room began to sing and play a song. Elizabeth was quickly distracted by the music, and ignored her target completely. She began to purr lightly and her tail flipped down and began to tickle the drunken target's face. It took a while for him to feel it, and be began to hit it away. The song ended and Elizabeth snapped back to the world of the living. She felt her tail being hit, and got very angry. She looked down and saw her target, then her mind clicked, "Oh yeah, I've got a bounty to collect". She pulled her tail back up, then released her front claws. She fell down and hung by her feet, in front of her target, with an angry look on her face. Before the man could gasp, Elizabeth stabbed her claws into the man's neck and chest, puncturing both lungs and arteries, assuring death. Before anyone could notice, She picked up the body, and headed back out the window to turn it into the authorities and collect her reward money.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 6:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 8:41 pm
Rpc Name: Raphael Giletti
Nation: Fronta
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Incubus!
What you know about the bloodline: ....I know about Incubus' in history/myths to the T. But about the BLOODLINE, I know that they are a rare breed, possibly connected to vampires, that prey on others, using sex appeal, and similar things. I also know that they're very.. lustful.
(And I question this, since Incubus' p***s' are so amazingly cold that they freeze out the uterus/backdoor, which would kill anyone... so wouldn't all their sex partners die on the spot?)
Rp Sample:
Under his control. That's what all of these people were. Groveling and worshipping him like a god. Lusting over him like that of their lover. But he was none of these. Not a god, nor lover. He controlled their minds, and fed on their desires. Because he was a demon. And even though he wanted to escape this, he had to fulfill his purpose. To use others 'til they are spent, and then to kill them. So he did this. And he reveled in it. As they groveled and begged, and as they swarmed him, searching for love, he would begin to kill them. He would kill them, and they would do nothing about it. They would defend only him, and they would not bring him harm.
And finally, Raphael began to kiss his prey. He kissed them, and drained the life out of them, giving them the feeling of love and appreciation, even though it would be their last. And the ones who resisted this, were easily put to rest. He lashed his tail at them, and finished them off with his scythe. And almost as if they were blinded by love, the other humans didn't even notice the destruction the Incubus had caused. They didn't even notice the death of their friends and peers. Because all that mattered.. was he. And all that mattered to him, was survival.
And when the last drop was spent, and the last life ended, he moved on, in search of more prey, and more people to use. And this would never end, as there was always more fools begging to be manipulated.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 9:16 pm
Shane: I would ask that you actually use some of the skills in the rp samples, but I think you have a good understanding of it.
So accepted 3nodding
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 12:28 am
Rpc Name: still working on this
Nation: Nocturne
Rank: trainee
Bloodline applied for: paranormal
What you know about the bloodline: the bloodline is basicly ghost they operate around that basic idea
Rp Sample:
Tory walked into the living room of his family's new house and without barely a step inside, he braces himself as something on the floor makes him unstable. The flickering lights illuminate the room and his eyes travel down to the floor. At the sight before his eyes, he let out a gasp of utter horror. Lying on the floor two feet away from the front door is his father drowning in a pool of vermillion, with a broken banister piece grasped tightly in his grip. Wracked with horror, he took a step back, running out of the front door from which he came.
He leaped off the porch, barely touching a step or two as he ran down the path leading to the sidewalk. To catch his breath and search with hsi eyes, he came to a pause, looking around frantically for a payphone. When it was spotted, his brain took a moment to respond. All that resounded were the voices telling him to run and his body's unwillingness to do so. Once free from the racket inside his head, he made a run for the payphone.
Slipping slightly on the ice below his feet, he grabbed the edge of the payphone, while his other hand was locked on the receiver that nearly broke as it was abruptly jerked. Regaining his stability, he dialed the necessary numbers. Barely able to speak coherently, the words overflowed and spilled in to the mouthpiece. Despite his stuttering at the payphone, an ambulance arrives at the home within five minutes.
Tory was sitting on the edge of the porch, his sorrowful face buried in his hollow hands. A paramedic approaches him with a blanket, while two others venture inside. Tory barely felt the blanket around him and he could barely hear the woman speaking to him. His eyes were a blank, glossy, blue stare. And his throat hurt from weeping. Finally, he removed his hands from his face, noticing that the paramedics from inside were soon making an exit. He didn't look back, he heard the metallic clank and the wheels. And he heard as they zipped close the black bag.
Needless to say, the sound of the zipper from the black bag concealing his father still plagues his nightmares.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 12:35 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 12:29 pm
Rpc Name: Ronnel Hirozaki
Nation: Kranila
Rank: Trainee
Bloodline applied for: Internal Combustion
What you know about the bloodline: They can make things that they touch explode, they can create C4 bombs that they then explode with clicks of their tongue, they are not too good for close quarters combat because the explosions they cause can hurt themselves, and for their final technique (before Claru updates their list of techniques at least) they become walking nukes.
Rp Sample:
Ronnel scrambled over the low ridge, looking back behind him every so often.
"Bloody hell, they didn't say that there would be overgrown rats here! Much less a bloody horde of the little bastids!" He stopped to take a breath, feeling that he had managed to buy himself a little time. A low snarl from behind him killed that thought. He turned around and was face to face with a truly gargantuan rat - this beast was as tall as he was, and Ronnel wasn't a short person! The rat's massive tail whipped around and crashed into the ranger, sending him bouncing along the ground.
He came to his feet holding a large stone in one hand and a smaller one in the other hand. The smaller rock glowed orange for a moment before Ronnel pulled his arm back and hurled the stone at the rat's head.
The explosion burnt some of the matted and filthy hair away from the head, but not much else. Ronnel snarled.
"Fine then, I can't blow you up from the outside..." He dashed forward, the larger stone glowing a much brighter orange. The giant rat opened its mouth to bite Ronnel, and was rewarded with the man cramming his arm down the gullet of the creature. It immediately bit down on his shoulder, sending a torrent of blood down his body to the ground. Ronnel merely smiled grimly.
"Boom you bugger." The stone in his hand in the rodent's throat exploded, tearing open the thing's neck in a shower of blood. For a moment nothing happened, then the enormous rat sank to the ground, pulling Ronnel off of his feet when the monstrous head fell. The man pulled a knife from his belt and hacked away at the thing's jaw, eventually freeing his arm.
He stared at his hand with regret - the flesh had mostly been stripped away, but luckily the heat from the explosion had cauterized the wound.
"Well. I'm in shock it seems." He picked up his bow with his good hand and began staggering back towards his home, now in desperate need of a healer.
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