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Rpc Name: Ezio Sixtus Riario
Level: 1
Style applied for: Lunar Dance
What you know about the style: Everything The Ki of the people injected with the Gene-X for this turns either black or white and has a sort of liking for the moon. They are usually hand to hand fighters but it can be utilised with weapons, Scythes being the best choice.
Rp Sample: Ezio sighed very slightly, "If you insist upon playing then you will get hurt" he said, to his challenger. The man simply grunted and cracked his knuckles. "Very well, buona fortuna, you'll need it." he said, getting up from where he was sitting and limbering up slightly. The large man swung a powerful punch that Ezio was able to dodge with his superior agility, his arm moved upwards from his crouching posistion and his fist was suddenly covered with his black Ki energy. The strike landed on his enemy's shoulder and he was taken a back slightly. "It'll take more then that to take me down, alot more." The heavy set man said, bringing a fist down upon Ezio's crouching posistion. Ezio quickly spun his leg up and manifested his Ki in it, covering it in a king of Greaves. Using his Ki was able to block the stronger man's attack, he pushed back, withdrew his leg and wheeled his other leg around to connect with the opponent's head. Bullseye. The large men was knocked ever and was scrambling to get up then Ezio moved forward and this time focused his Ki into his foot, brining it down on the man's hand, "You, mi amici, are not going anywhere..." Ezio said "...Until you are ready to behave." the man looked up at him for a second, then he swung his free arm, which Ezio was able to block and then stomp on in turn. "Okay, fine, I give" the larger man said and Ezio got off of him. He went back to the bar were he was sitting and turned to a girl, "Pffft, Amatuers" he said, trying to act cool, but instead spilling his drink down himself.

Lunar Basics: Strike
Lunar Greaves
Lunar Basics: Stomp

Rpc Name: Dame Grey-Man
Level: 1
Style applied for: Devil's Rhaspody
What you know about the style: The user's of this style use instruments / sound to fight, it's a very emotional type of fighting and the user's Ki usually ends up blue or pink. Also if it ever came down to a duel between two people of this style they would play their instruments till they broke before accepting defeat
Rp Sample:

Dame walked onto the stage with a swagger, his whole life was dedicated to the making of music and you could tell just by looking at him. A 17 year-old kid with dark skin and soulful brown eye's. His hair was cut into a mid-length emo style dyed a silvery white color that went into contrast with his brown skin. He wore large colorful DJ earphones, black skinny jeans, his favorite bands t-shirt and the classic leather jacket. His weapon of choice on the battle field of music is of course, an all black Les Paul Epiphone.

Dame reached the microphone in front of the stage and looked into the crowed before talking in his smooth British accent. "Today we have a battle of the bands!!!! First of I would like to introduce my band Sleeping With Sirens!" The crowd roared in approval and Dame flashed them a smile, always good to be the hometown kings. " Whoa whoa whoa save some of that love for the competition! The Mummies!" A less enthusiastic cheer rippled the crowd and Dame shrugged it of with a lopsided grin laughter dancing in his eye's. "Now lets get to the real party the music!"

And with that Dame struck a chord aiming the sound across the venue towards his opposition, The chord was called Ranna and as soon as the sound hit his opponents ears a pained expression crossed his face as he crapped himself and embarrassing way to start of the night. "One, Two Three!" Dame and his band started playing their song "If You Can't Hang" while the other band kicked their music off as well.

Dame allowed his ki to fill the air feeling his opponent do the same both were playing their sonnet card evoking pleasant memories, in the crowd. In a lull of the guitar action on Dames part he drew Ki around his hand and made a chopping motion, A squealing noise filled the air at the perfect time and the slicing noise cut right through his opponents strings stopping their song mid action. Using the lull Dame flew into his next verse storing Ki in his voice box on the last note he released it in a sonic boom rattling the stage and knocking all of the opposing band members of their feet and then switching it up he used his bands namesake to draw the remainder of the crowd to his side, Siren's song. using ki fill his song with a compelling draw he finished the song on a high note and the crow erupted in cheers while his opponents stood in a daze.

Dont mess with the best

Rpc Name: Jake Wenstraum
Level: 1
Style applied for: Kinetic Weapons
What you know about the style: I know that, until the higher levels, one needs to make physical contact with a part of their body in order to “pull out” their weapon. And that the weapon that was created needs to stay in contact with the user in order to stick around. Ranged weapons don't last very long because of that. And, in order to progress, one needs to go through a dream sequence that forces them to use weaponry. The user's ki changes to pink and/or green. They have to start with small close range weapons, and then long range, and then larger close range weapons, and then a bunch of other techniques I can't clasify.
Rp Sample: (at least 2 paragraphs of at least 10 lines using said BL) The dark pink kunai sank silently into the ground, next to Malcolm's foot. “Take that as an opening act,” Jake said, the ki weapon dissolving into tiny particles. The young man held up his clenched fist, his hand a bright shower of sparks the same colour as the kunai that sprinkled to the ground. Jake's grin widened as the sparks formed together, enveloping his hand completely in energy, cast an eerie shadow over his face. “For the big show.” Malcolm let out a battle cry and charged at the young man, hunched down into a football tackle. Jake envisioned an oval shaped disc and held up his glowing arm, pouring his ki into the image. Malcolm was significantly larger than the weapons user, and it would have been near impossible to stop the force of his tackle in it's tracks, especially after he had momentum to back it up. So, when the pink and green shield formed, it positioned itself at an angle that pointed away from the young man's body. The large man collided with Jake's shield, the impact sending a ripple of light along the curved disc. Malcolm's force pushed Jake to the side, however, minimizing the damage and the chance that the young man would have been sent flying into the wall. It still caused a certain amount of discomfort, to say the least.

Jake ignored the throbbing in his right shoulder and dismissed his shield, the disc disintegrating into pink and green particles. The performer held up his right hand and forced the more will into his fingers, his arm giving off a dull, pink glow. The sound of wind rushing vibrated along the air as small spheres of pink energy coalesced in Jake's hand. He held his palm open until the energy gave itself a shape before clutching the handle of his weapon. Jake pulled the hammer back on the ki revolver, pointing it straight at Malcolm. It even gave off a small 'click' even though it was missing any sort of mechanisms. “I apologize for the length of the performance. We do wish that you enjoyed your time here,” Jake said calmly, regarding Malcolm with passionless, violet eyes. The young man pulled the trigger twice is rapid succession, two thunderous roars escaping the energy weapon. Malcolm's large, lifeless body feel to the ground, two neon green holes in his back. Jake twirled the revolver around his index finger and went through the motion of slipping it into a holster, the gun dissappearing into particles the moment he did so. "Please, please. No applause." He said, bowing to no-one in particular, a wide grin on his face. "Just throw money."

>.> Approved. Now I'm out of this guild, Adios.

Rpc Name: Alrich Eichmann
Level: 1
Style applied for: The Five Deadly Venoms
What you know about the style: I know most of the basics; that the style is rather envenoming ones own self rather than focusing on poisoning others. However, the poison is highly contagious and is transferred simply by touch. Eventually, the user of the style seems to build an immunity to all forms of poison. This possibly means that the user would be useless against another user of this style. The poison, however, is manipulated and activated by ki, so it's not a perpetual state of venom. To get to this point, however, one needs to tediously and painfully train to the point of no return.
Rp Sample: ''When it first happens... first begins, it's a weak, grasping pain. Many cannot bear it, and their life and potential, together, are wasted. But I guess I could say that I've felt more than you can believe. The pain... as abstract and as deadly as it was... simply... wasn't enough for me. But how about... you? Do... you feel pain? Do you feel the clenching grasp... of your life fading away?" He asked, his eyes set to the opponent before him as his body once again began to mutate into a hideous visage; his skin discoloring as the poison set in. The opponent had no words... that only... made the pain so much more. When the enemy first stood up, Alrich was not impressed. He looked like a bumbling idiot; and he was definitely not enough for the boy at the time. But still, he wanted to persist. He charged at him, a blade in hand, attempting to slice at Alrich's head. Attempting to kill him. But, an attack such as that was simple for him to escape, at his current state. There was just... so much, that he could do now. It felt like a marvel; something he could never explain or escape.

The reaction was simple. He grabbed the opponent's hand -- the one wielding the blade -- and grasped it tightly, sending a shock of pain through the enemies body which caused him to drop the blade. Quickly after, this was followed by a strike to the opponent's jaw. It was the common five-finger formation in which he had used to reject signals of the enemies Ki. But never once did the boy simply throw meaningless, one-shot attacks. He held onto the opponent's skull long after the battle had already been decided... and more and more venom was inserted... polluting both blood and brain, Alrich watching with glee as the enemies last breath was heard, filled with pain and desperation. He had been killed. But what was to be expected... when the enemy tried... to kill him, all the same?

[Lizard Rush, Snake Bite, Scorpion Claws)

Rpc Name: Zetsu Hironori [ x ]
Level: 1
Style applied for: Absolute Zero
What you know about the style: Nothing at all.
Rp Sample:
He formed an icy disk in his hand and continued to glance at it, even as he made his way past the center of the lengthy alleyway. It was dark, near pitch black on what seemed to be the darkest of nights and he couldn't take any chances, no not now, not here. This city was known for its notorious bandits and criminals and so the streets were practically empty at night. Empty... except for him and who knows who else. He continued to glimpse at the reflective disk he had formed in his hand, trying to catch whatever movement he could in the dim moonlight that faintly cascaded from above. "Oh?" it escaped his mouth in a light breath. What was that? He thought he saw something in the mirror in his hand, but he wasn't one hundred percent sure. Still, he would have been stupid to overlook it. Splish-splash. He stopped abruptly, feet submerged in the thin puddle of water that stretched across the post-rainy surface of the alleyway. Suddenly, the enemy appeared!

Tearing out of the shadows and into the moonlit path, the lone bandit drew forth a razor-sharp dagger. Its blade glistened eerily in the bare luminescence of midnight as the thief approached him. Quickly, the prey dropped and slammed his hand gracefully against the thin layer of water the coated the alley's surface. A ripple followed a noisy splash upon impact and his Ki flowed outward into the long puddle / pond. Ice. The surface became solid and smooth ice so fast that the darting bandit himself slipped and found himself sliding towards who was suppose to be his 'prey'. As the foreign fella slid into his reach, the young boy dropped a heavy hand on the bandit's face and grasped it tightly in his hand. He had a crazed look on his child-like face and Ki started to pour out from his hand, taking the form of ice. "Play with me?" he sickly asked. Unfortunately the man wouldn't have much time to reply. His voice was muffled as he shook wildly, face frozen against the boy's hand. Soon, the boy dropped once more and slammed his opposite hand into the ground. Ice rose up from the floor like a geyser in the form of a long, icy spike. He quickly detached his hand from his opponent's face and let the criminal be impaled by the spike he had summoned. "Take care friend!" he had a new skip in his step as he continued down the rest of the alleyway.

-Ice Mirror [Rank E]
-Frozen Touch [Rank C]
-Frozen Grip [Rank D]
-Ice Geyser [Rank C]

Rpc Name: Josh Wolfstrike
Level: 1
Style applied for: Lunar Dance
What you know about the style: I know that this style increases your physical prowess, in other words its ideal for those who like using martial arts in stead of weapons. Though this might give you an disadvantage against range fighter's or weapon base fighters, the techniques involved in this style makes up for that. It even enables you to use a few weapons, such as a scythe.
Rp Sample:
Josh held his head wondering why he wasn't in the hall of his dorm. He remembered leaving his room but soon as he began to walk down the hall, he heard something run up behind him and then everything went blank following a sharp spike of pain on the back of his head. Someone had knocked him out. He could hear some one behind him, and the son of a b***h was laughing. First mistake, Josh hated when people laughed at him.
"Whats so funny?" He remarked getting up to his feet, staggering a bit before his stance was corrected.
"You, dofus." The voice of a male from what Josh could tell. His vision was blurry but as it cleared he could see a stocky male. Around his height but far more muscle bound.
"You don't want to make me angry.." He was cut off by the guy.
"What are you the hulk? You gonna go green and go rampant?!" The guy started laughing and at this point Josh had no patience left. He rose to his feet and a black aura similar to darks flowed off his body like flames. The guy smirked in compliance as if he wanted Josh to get angry. Josh quickly took his Muay Thai stance, his vision cleared up to the point it was back to normal and senses clear. He was ready to fight.

The guy held his hand out and purple like knife formed in his hand. "I'm gonna cut you up." He said with a sadistic grin as he charged in at Josh, slashing to what may seem wildly but his strikes at percision aiming in them. He was aiming for Josh's vitals. Josh quickly but his arms up his back up his fist facing the guy, as he bobed and weaved dodging the dangerously accurate strikes. The guy was fast but Josh could see his movements. Quickly switching to the offensive, Josh parried his slash by swinging his right forearm upward in a diagonal motion striking the guy's knife wielding hand's wrist from below. Forcing his arm to c**k back leaving a wide opening. Then using his left arm, he tucked it in like a chicken wing, and slashed vertically with his elbow downward onto the bridge of his assailants nose. The guy cringed in pain holding his face. The kenetic knife vanished, taking this second opening Josh grabbs the b*****d by his back of his neck, just below his head, locking in a Muay Thai clench. He quickly performs a rising knee strike, and a circle of Ki is created on the ground. The circle being right in below them. As his knee colides with the guy's face the circle fires a spike, shooting it up from the circle at a 60 degree angle, and slamming into the guy's stomache.

The impact sending Josh's assailant into the air, and just as he began to fall down, Josh landed on his feet. He waits til the guy was parallel with him before he punches at the guy, and his Ki takes physical form, striking him in a ball shape, a few inchest in front of his fist. Similar to a small burst of energy Josh sends the guy sailing through the air, a small bruise on the center of his chest. The guy goes tumbling across the ground before stopping with a skid. For moments he lays there motionless and Josh sighs another idiot pissing him off and ending on the ground knocked out. Rubbing the back of his head due to the immense head ache he recieved from earlier; he head's back to his dorm for a nice nap. Leaving the guy on the ground for some else to find.

Lunar Basics: Rise
Lunar Basics: Strike

xaumeric: Approved

hugin: Approved

Remember that your characters can get ahold of their Gene-X samples in a package that will be waiting at your Dorm Room. You role-play your character actually injecting themselves and going through 3 days irl of bizarre side effects until you can actually start training the style.