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RPC Name: Lizzy Gilliam
Level: 1
Main Style: N/A
Talent Description:

Lip Reading: Lizzy can basically read peoples lips instead of hearing them talk. She developed this talent because she always has her headphones on her so she cant hear people speak. this also helps her concentrate in battle because she could choose not to read her opponents lips, thus not hearing any insults they may throw at her.

Parkor: because of her being involved with gangs Lizzy was always on the move through Venice. Thus she learned how to get over obstacles, such as walls and buildings, quickly and flawlessly.

Talent Weakness: (None really if you think about it)

How did the character get this talent?: Lizzy has always had her headphones on since she first got them, thus she learned to read lips rather than taking off her headphones to hear someone talk.

Sample: (does this really need one?)

RPC Name:Reito Ken

Level: 1

Main Style: Kinetic Weaponry

Talent Description: Has portion of the body that are frost bitten. cannot feel anything in those limbs. Right arm (whole arm), portion of the body on the right side (as in the parts connect from the right arm to the right leg) and also right leg (whole leg).

Talent Weakness: Not being able to feel pain means that the limb may very well be cut off and the character will not feel the pain and could potentially bleed to death because not feeling the pain. Or get burnt without realizing it. All nerves that are sensory that feel things (heat, cold someones touch etc.).

How did the character get this talent?: Fell into a pool of ice water and was stuck there for about 10 hours.

Sample: ((Assuming this is how the ability is used))
(Unsure on how to use it for it is just some that has happened to him in his past and it just effects the things of feeling)

RPC Name: Demetrio Moretti
Level: 1
Main Style: None yet
Talent Description: It allows him to learn skills 2 posts quicker.
Talent Weakness: Um...
How did the character get this talent?: Demetrio is able to grasp the concept of things extremely fast. He can learn a technique by just seeing it in action, or by reading it once. After that he can preform the technique.
Sample: >.>


Also, Tou why would you want that? The body parts would've been removed because they can't be moved. It is a lose/lose situation there. The muscles are frozen and dead, the skin is frozen and dead, those limbs will be dead and useless.

lol. Deal.

darion: Denied. I'm not making talents as powerful as they were in axiom. If you want a talent it has be pretty believable as to why your character would have it.

RPC Name:Kappa Tetsuou[Pending]
Level:1
Main Style:Hell's Grasp[Pending]

Beholder of the Grand Flame
Talent Description:
-This talent allows the user to control fire in a way thats more advanced than Hell's Grasps style permits or is even believed to use(basically has control of fire itself to the extent of his rank, like Natsu from Fairy Tail if you've watched it.), fire/explosive skills are 1 rank stronger and cost less ki to use(simple 5 ki), learning skills that involve an/or use fire take 1 less post to learn.
Talent Weakness:
-The control of fire has a tendency to burn stuff down if not controlled or handeled properly.
-No oxygen equals no use of his flames
How did the character get this talent?:
Kappa was bitten by a baby dragon in the neck at a young age, the bite/dragon venom on and in his neck is what gives him the ability to control the fire within himself and only once did it break loose, out of control, during a school fight against a bully. As he fought this bully and was soon to be defeated, Kappa gained the upper hand and unleashed the fiery vengance upon his opponent yet afterwards, he had remembrance of what had happened yet noticed that the area around him was on fire, charred along with his opponent who was still alive.
Sample:
Kappa was on his knees, clutching his chest and heaving breathes as his opponent, Izawa, stood over him with his fists covered with electric sparks. "You didn't think that I was gonna come and find you, Kappa?!" Izawa launched a foot down on the back of Kappa's head, causing him to smash his face into the ground and grunt in pain. "Well would you look at that, seems like this little match is about to go out!" Izawa kept stomping on his head for a good 5 times before pulling himself back with a grin, "get up!" Kappa stood himself up and glared at Izawa with his cold green eyes, behind them, Izawa could see a mighty dragon rising up and roaring to the skies. Kappa stood himself up as smoke started to come from his mouth, Izawa stared in fear as Kappa growled with anger, seeing smoke show from 4 different places on Kappa. Kappa's mouth held a fireball within it and soon, he let this fireball loose and fired it straight at Izawa, this fireball was strong and it was also coming in fast. Izawa jumped over the gigantic fireball yet soon met face to face with Kappa who had used his hands as flame jets to meet up with Izawa in the sky. Kappa struck down on Izawa's face with a strong flame-augmented punch, causing him to fall flat on his singed face, he clutched it and screamed out for the pain was simply unbearable. Kappa was still airborn with the jets, he lowered himself back down in front of Izawa and rose up a flaming shoe, which Izawa stared at with fear. A sadistic grin crept over Kappa's face as he began to stomp on Izawa just as he did minutes ago, this was rather fun for Kappa, so he continuously stomped on Izawa for a whole 15 minutes.

RPC Name: Walter Young
Level: 1
Main Style: N/A
Talent Description: Ruthless Determination: When "something" catches Walts attention enough. Walt will literally sacrifice himself for something he really wants to have if it's a means to an end, nothing will shake his will.
Talent Weakness: Rarely kicks in, Walt has to be really want something for it to happen. Also, if he fails to achieve what it is he wants, he just stops caring about anything until he finds something worth attaining again.
How did the character get this talent?: This talent is just part of who Walt is. There are few things a man like Walt could ever want, and if ever found one he would do anything for it.
Sample:
After a long hard day of training, Walt began his cool down routine by taking a long walk down Wollaston Beach. Sweat beat down his entirety as he let the cool salty breeze blow in off the ocean. Walt took note of his surroundings as he continued his relaxing walk down Wollastons concrete side walk. The parking lot was empty, Several teenagers loitered around a nearby 7-11, The traffic lights at the next intersection were out again, and he noted how good it felt to be alone right then. Just him, the concrete beneath his feet, and cool refreshing salted air. Reflections of his day drifted in and out of his forethought, whispy in their clairvoyance but solid impressions none the less. The thoughts kept his mind at ease for a short time until he began to feel an unatural uneasiness creep up his spine and take plant in his mind. A terrible feeling of anxiety struck him, But From what? he thought. Walt stopped in his tracks, he was about thirty meters from the pier which led to the local lighthouse, which also hosed a Coast guard station.
Trying to shake this feeling he turned around and tried to take in his surroundings once again, to see if something was off... but there was nothing physically wrong with what he saw. Or rather, the fact that he saw nothing out of place was the root cause. I mean, how many times has he repeated this process? this routine. Hundreds of times? At least a whole years worth of repetition. That was it, this is it. This... This feeling of dread of, panic. I know what this is. I don't want 'this'. he thought to himself. "No, I'm done, I'm just... Done." he soliloquized. Walt tightened his fists and felt his very will solidify, harden not just metaphorically... but actually. it felt real to him. Walts demeanor changed, he no longer cared for what he was doing, where he was, in fact he hated where he was, what he was doing. So he started to jog, slowly at first, then faster, then faster more, and faster yet. Walt ran home grabbed his check book, a courier bag full of clothing, and a once sealed letter, then stormed into his parents study where they were talking about whatever it is they talked about. They looked worried as they saw him approach.

"I'm leaving. Right now." his words sounded like solid granite, his parents were taken aback but not only his tone but the weight they bore. They remeained speechless as Walt turned on his heel and left his home. He walked outside to his car before noticing that his parents had come to a realization that he had meant those few precious words. His father, barely twice his age approached Walt and put his hand on his shoulder. "Don't try to stop me." Walt spoke, his words still solidified with a unknown confidence. "But where are you going?" His fathers words soft. Ryan reached into his bag and revealed the opened letter, handed it to his father said thank you for everything, and left. His father stood where he was and slowly examined the letter flipping up the folded over parchment he read the piece. It was an invitation to something called Ludus. He went to go for his own car, to try once more to stop his son from disappearing again, he had only just come back from his journey cross the states, but then he remember something about his son he had never felt before... Determination, a strong... overbearing, ruthless determination, and the father stopped and turned away. He knew in his heart of hearts that even if he caught up there would be nothing he could do, but hope for the best.