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RPC Name:
Srin Noctis Azio
Bloodline being applied for:
Reaper
Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline:
Well since I made it that's pretty easy. Weaknesses first, they can not regenerate energy with out taking matter and making it energy. The take twice as long to heal. If you destroy their gauntlet they die. Strengths:Well their gauntlets are their best weapons they can make them harder than diamond at Master. They can take anything and make it energy. They recreation beings so they can make whatever they want.
RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample):
Srin slowly walks down the road, his mind coming and going with time. He had been traveling for days since the true path has been lost. As he walks to the end of the road, a large demon stood infront of him. This would be a fight that would give him some fun. He forms needles in his hands and throws it at him. As the demon roars in pain he forms a large swarm of blades above him. He rains it down on the demon, it's blood rain on to him burning his flesh... It hurt and it would take forever to heal. He slowly touches the ground making a crater.... He taken the matter so he could still fight. He smashes his fists together and fires a massive beam down on him destroying all in it's path. Srin smirks and keeps walking... He would fix the wounds later.

RPC Name: Cygnus 27

Bloodline being applied for: Meacha

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline:
Strengths:

Internal Armament (Add-on replacing extra structural space in the forearms with a hydraulic Pile-Bunker. Uses pressure to drive a solid mass of metal into something else at very high speed. Pressure/speed mass/material and tip type are customizable.)

I Feel No pain! (Self-explanatory, lack of cellular base prevents a pain message from forming. Downside: May be unaware of minor damage and Damage Over Time abilities.)

Dermal Armour (Instead of a layer of soft, plushy flesh on the outside, Meacha possess a hardened 'natural' carapace built from the same metal as the rest of their structural frame. They don't need to wear armour. They are armour. Resistant to minor damage. "That'll buff right out.")

Jack Be Nimble/Johnny Be Quick (Specially built nervous system transmits data quicker than the average meatbag. +1 Speed)

Artificial Evolution (Meacha are built for warfare, and they show it. They are designed to bring the maximum force forward with the least effort. +1 Strength)

Weaknesses:

Can I Get a Band-Aid? (Meacha are inorganic, they don't heal. They must repair themselves with available materials, or be repaired by another.)

Daisy... Daisy... (Without their core, Meacha will slowly shutdown and die. This process can be reversed if the core is repaired or replaced. A core without power may become corrupted.)

Should It Be Sparking? (Water magic costs one rank higher energy, on account of the energy lost from direct contact with a conductive material.)

Energy Levels Critical! (Without power, no machine can run. If the Meacha's consumption of energy exceeds the output and stores of energy it possesses, it shuts down. Warning: Cores without a power supply may become corrupted.)

RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample):
(All of them? Oh dear.)
Cygnus was in trouble. It was bad enough that he had started the fight with a slight disadvantage, if one would call a sword lodged in your chest such, but the soldiers he was fighting appeared very well trained, and did everything they could to goad him into exhausting his energy reserves.

His previous... wounds... had yet to be repaired, as he had been on the run for some time, his companions having left him a day's journey back.
A shot rang out, Cygnus nearly missing his cue to dodge. The round was headed for his eye, and instead found itself scraping his cheek. A friend would later remark that he looked 'totally wicked' with the injury, before he had it repaired.

With the bullet serving as a cue, of sorts, the rest of the soldiers charged. Among them was a particularly rowdy sort, who very much enjoyed fighting dirty. While Cygnus was busy fighting off a madman with a knife, the Rogue kicked him where his legs met his hips, right in the center. A later examination of the bodies showed that he had broken two toes with that kick alone.

Unfazed, Cygnus tossed away his primary target, switching focus to his would-be incapacitator. Grabbing the man by his breastplate, Cygnus lifted him from the ground. Swinging him, Cygnus decided to test him accuracy with thrown objects. The man went flying into his Gunslinger friend.

That left one.

This man was very much unlike the others. He carried no weapons at his side, and had no ammo satchel on his hip. He cracked his knuckles, and drove a fist into Cygnus's chest. Post-mortem evaluation suggests multiple fractured and split bones in his hand. As for Cygnus, a large dent now cluttered a carefully manufactured frame.

He was quite unhappy.

He grabbed this man, as well, bringing him face-to-face with himself in a rather painful, direct manner. Metal met flesh in a way that would be best not to be described.

However, the man still lived, and this would simply not be allowed. He could barely stand, forcing Cygnus to hold him steady with one hand while he brought his other to bear. Pressure built, and tension rose as he prepared his coup-de-grace. With a single release f energy, a pile entered the man, ending his influence on the world rather permanently.

It was interesting for Cygnus to note, though, that they had succeeded in one thing. As his mechanized muscles ground to a halt, and as he dropped to the ground, he found it oddly humorous that he had expended his energy on such an unneeded action.

Well, he thought, I'm sure someone will come by soon enough.
With that, his mind went silent as he shut down, conserving what little remaining energy he possessed.

(Yes, it is gimmicky and makes him appear overpowered, but to go over as much as I needed to, it seemed like I would need him to appear as such, if only for this post.)

RPC Name: Yensen D. Howitzer

Bloodline being applied for: Meacha

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: Their robots, they don't feel pain, water bad, running out of power is bad.

RP Sample: Considering i was a robot (And the creator) in Axiom, do I really need to apply here?

RPC Name: Reginald Theodore Hobbson

Bloodline being applied for: Kakurenbo

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: Since you focus mostly on your mind, your naturally weaker. Your fox mask is your everything. By eating your victim's hearts, you gain tails that unlock new abilities.

RP Sample:

Theo sat quietly in the branches of a tree in the midst of the forest. He was waiting for prey to come by so he could become stronger. Hearing footsteps, Theo quickly hid himself behind the leaves of the towering tree. Peeking out, he was able to make out who his next victim would be; A male kiranu. Licking his lips, a menacing grin stretched from cheek to cheek. Sending a bit of his energy into the air, Theo intended to trick the young kiranu into smelling out a delicious cake (Fool Scent). After a couple seconds passed, the illusion began to take affect. Following the scent, the kiranu unknowingly walked into Theo's trap. Once it stood under the tree, searching for whatever was giving off the smell, Theo began to mix minor illusions into the equation. Attempting to make the katori believe he's sick, or hallucinating, Theo made everything he was looking at slowly change to a blood red color (Minor Illusion). It seemed to work as the kiranu stood up straight and looked around confused, and slightly startled. Licking his lips devilishly, Theo then shifted in the branch. Jumping out of the tree and landing behind the kiranu, he waited for the kiranu to turn around and spot him. Now the fun would begin. The kiranu seemed to take a fighting stance, as he didn't exactly understand why everything was red, it would seem. Gazing into each other's eyes, the tension between the two would soon break as suddenly, the loud scream of a women would echo from further in the forest (Distracting Sound). Looking away for a moment, the kiranu seemed slightly scared. It could be seen on his face. No doubt this kid was still a trainee, or maybe not even a warrior at all. Deciding to break the silence, Theo began to laugh maniacally. "What's wrong, did that voice remind you of someone?" he stated coldly. "Maybe a loved one. Maybe a parent?" The boy shifted in his stance a bit as the word 'parent' passed Theo's lips. Deciding to play with his mind a bit more, Theo suddenly shifted his posture, and, in the blink of an eye, resembled someone completely different (Doppleganger). "Oh, son. You look worried, deary," Theo said softly in a women's voice. The boy seemed to fall for it, but suddenly unleashed a sword from his belt. 'So it's gonna be like this, eh?' Theo thought as he raised an eyebrow. "My mother... would never call me son," the boy shouted. 'Damn... guess I should look into my prey more.' The boy began to charge at Theo and swung down at him vertically. Lucky for him, the kiranu was inept with the blade, and was far too slow to land a blow. With a sigh, he looked at the youngling, who returned the glare. Then, he looked behind the boy and smirked. The kiranu turned his head to see what Theo was looking at, to see a giant, fire-red dragon (Encounter Monster). With his legs violently shaking in his boots, Theo used this moment to get away, activating his 'Camouflage Tail' and seemingly disappearing. All of the illusions he had set would vanish, and the young boy left there bewildered.

RPC Name: Evanescence Nightly

Bloodline being applied for: Kakurenbo

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline:
+ She can hide, even in plain sight
+ Fast
+ Can change into a fox.

- If mask is removed, it will send her in a form of shock.
- First target, thanks to the 'eating hearts' thing
- Not too strong

RP Sample:

Her ear swiveled to the left, picking up a pair of footsteps. No... two pairs. And they were running towards her. Oh fun. It seemed like she would be having four tails instead of the two she already had. Then again, it wasn't good to have people chasing you in the dead of night.
She quickly pulled the mask over her exposed face and she turned around. Her tails were swaying slowly from side to side. Now ready to face the ones who dared put her on edge. Her ear twitched when they stopped and started to speak.
"Good evening, ma'am. We've seen you around, lately. Is there a reason why your pretty little face has to be seen around here?" The man's voice was gruff, yet kind of gentle, though the tone he used was anything but. She didn't get his question, however, seeing how she had a right to walk the streets. She just shrugged it off and retorted.
"I am not even showing my 'pretty little face.' " Her arms were now crossed and a smirk, that could not be seen, spread across her lips. Would this go the way she planned? Two hearts in her stomach? Hm... There was one way to find out.
The man on the right, the talker, scoffed and began to walk closer. Her ears picked this up and her tail steadily grew still. What was he going to do? Well, she certainly wouldn't be phased by this. Not yet, anyway.
He continued to walk closer until he was right in front of her. If he wasn't there to 'confront' her, she would have called him cute. At the moment, though, the words didn't fit him. His muscled arms and insane height made her shudder. She probably made the wrong decision, staying there instead of hiding. We live and learn, right?
"Well then, let's fix that," he said and his large hands reached for her face. She knew his intentions and quickly dodged the hand with duck of her head. "That is not wise," she said, completely and utterly serious.
"Aw. Just one peek." Now, the other was behind, ready to help his friend when needed. "No."
It was too late by then and the helper had picked her off the ground, in a hug. Not a friendly hug, though. It was one that kept her from struggling. The large hand reached for the mask once more and her eyes immensely widened. He... No... NO! She fought with all her might to get out of the hold, but proved useless...
It was off and thrown to the ground, a disrespectful and horrifying sight that she had to witness. Her shoulders tensed. Her legs did the same. She was going into shock. However, she could do something, right? Though her limbs were disobeying her, she could do something about this. She tightly squeezed her eyelids shut and tried to focus. A few seconds later, a large, white fox thrashed her way out if the arms that tried to keep her bound. He was the first to go. She snuck the nails into the flesh, careful of the chest.
Now, go the other. Evanescence turned around and tried to find the one who had taken the mask of her face. He must have left pretty quickly, since he was no longer in sight. Nor could she hear his footsteps.
Ah well. She shrugged once she was a humanoid again and grabbed her mask, dusting it off before placing it on her head.

(I edited. Sorry if it's choppy/horrible. I'm not used to writing this long of posts. ^^; )

RPC Name: Dune the Exiled

Bloodline being applied for: Were-beast (Were-Jackal)

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: Strengths - their fur can become like an armour when transformed, they also gain stats boost during the night (unless they're part of the Worren faction then their stat boost is during the day). They're also one of the faster bloodlines.

Weaknesses - They are weaker in the sunlight and can't transform unless it's night. Silver of any kind is like a bane to them and is super effective against them.

RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample):

Dune could feel the sweltering heat that was his homeland. The Devil's Eye Desert was quite the unforgiving place for those who had naught a clue how to navigate and survive. Dune knew that for every dehydrated man that stumbled into a village there were five more in the desert that would die in the sea of sand, and a pity it was.

It was just a bit past noon, and the sun beat down relentlessly on the warrior as he trudged through the mountains of crushed rock he grew up with. He looked wistfully at the town ahead of him; with the heat it looked much like a mirage. He knew better than that though, and as a result he continued on. He hated the daytime - especially in the desert. Not only was the sun making him feel slightly faint, but it heated the sand beneath his feet and soaked into the soles of his shoes.

While just a bit away from the city two thieves hopped out from behind a sand dune, daggers flashing in the sun. Dune was quick to draw his dadao. Locking swords with one he overpowered him easily, sending him sprawling back into the sand. As he tried to recover the desert warrior spun to face the other, making quick work of slicing through old boiled leather. Both faster and stronger Dune made quick work of them. Searching their bodies for whatever could be helpful he found a few pieces of copper, a bunch of silver and a small gold nugget. Picking out the coppers and the gold he left the rest. It'd be much more trouble than they were worth to carry.

RPC Name: Amara Selandria Tikai

Bloodline being applied for: Reaper

Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: At the novice level, gauntlets slice through flesh with ease, Bonus 150 mana and inhuman strength.
Weaknesses: can only regenerate energy by absorbing objects, are easily smelled out by vampires and lycans and it takes twice as long to heal.

RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample):
Amara walked slowly along a path, the pebbles crunching beneath her feet. A rustle alerting her to the approach of an enemy and as it leapt, she spun, raising her gauntlet up to tear at the flesh of the attacking Lycan. She had attempted to mask her scent but the powerful nose of the wolf was not to be fooled. The wolf yelped as her gauntlet gashed his side like a knife cutting butter. With a burst of energy she pushed the wolf back, launching him with incredible speed and force, into a tree. As the wolf died, she approached and, not wanting to be wasteful, replenished her mana stores, converting the beast into pure energy.

Returning to her walk, she sought shelter, needing to rest and recover from the single bite the creature had managed to land. It would take time she did not have, yet she could not continue with a bloody wound, It would only attract more of the damned creatures.