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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Rayne Blood Rose on August 24, 2007, 01:37:16 AM
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read the title...
rules:
name:
weapons:
oh and add a pic!!
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name:zephira
weapons:long blade,dager,cross-bow,gun,and my magic
(http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g142/TheLoneNinja/1150738859_sswordgirl.jpg)
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name:SKY
age:14
Weapons: magic 2 katanas and a large sword on meh back
u no wat i look like
Name:Ruban
Age:4months
weapons:magic teeth and claws
(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x129/Miranda178/remoteImage-128.jpg)
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I stood in the arena...
Name:Shinzui
Age:19(youll find out why..)
Weapons:Various Magic Abilities, Daggers, lots of switchblades, enchanted katana and two enchanted daggers
I use my claws 5% of the time
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ok
ruban and shin go ahead and fight
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"We both know who'll win...." I said to sky..
"Neither of us.."
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we always tie out...
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:umm:
FIGHT!! god
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( how do u add a pic =3? )
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photobucket images search
and off to the side near the bottom theres a
IMG Code - Forums & Bulletin Boards
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Name: None of your concern
Age: unknown
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 200lbs
Personality Fragment: Morvayn
Weapons: Dual Katana, Shuriken, and Wakizashi
Armor: Kabuto, Oyoroi, Haramaki, Doumaru, Tousei-Gosoku
Abilities: Various Spells, spell-like abilities, Ragebred, Mistform
specialties: Spellslinger, whispermage
Equipment: See armor and Weapons, Robe, Circlet, Blood elixer
(http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t155/Rahvan_Terashi/furr/utf-8qth5Frakshase5Fby5Frinpoo5Fchu.jpg)
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stands waiting there with my long blad over my shoulder.
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The feline stood silently, gathering the souls of those from the past, the present and the future in his paws and forging them into a torc. The torc fit perfectly around his neck, and resembled two dragons clashing on the front. Their faces where twisted into masks of rage and fury, and both spat fire or acid. He turned to face the female before him, snarling in a tongue as ancient as time itself, invoking the fury of those that had gone before him, soaking in their souls and devouring them in the meanwhile.
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looks over at him "your grandson dose not aprove that his mate and grandfather battle." i look down and grin "but i must do this."
my blade points to my mates grandfather as i grin
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The feline snarled and drew his own blades, the two katanas, forged from darkest onyx and purest adamantine gleamed in the dawn's light. The right one, whispered life, render of souls. The left one Whispered death, render of flesh. The two blades had been grnated upon him from generations past, but only so short ago had their power been unlocked, the power that merely one of the damned could use. He allowed his weight to shift so that he was leaning on his left leg, the one that was at the back, his right leg was placed in front of him , the nails pointing towards the infidel that had challenged him. "Death calls you....."
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"yea i kno he's a stalker."
my blad glows black and my eye blood red.
"ready, set....FIGHT!"
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The feline did not heed the words that the female spoke, his mind was elsewhere, contemplating about his path, thinking about why he stood there. And even as his mind thought so, his soul did not care, not since that dreaded day that his love was torn from this plane. He rose his head to the heavens and roared, his voice full of hatred and anger, his heart uncaring of what he would do, his mind uncaring of life lost.
With a single fluid motion he lowered his head and set forth his charge. His hind paws carrying him with great speed and agility, his blades guiding his path, his mind responding no more to the pleas his heart was giving it.
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i disapeer and reapeer behind him slashing his back blood flys and i sick into the groud pulling him under then coming out and landing on a high bloder
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The feline snarled and focused part of his heart will to the wound, allowing it to close faster then was normal, even for those that healed at an exceptional rate. The wound closed and his back healed, the armor soon closed up again and hardened, turning denser and stonger at that point. He turned around and swung, whispered death flashed through the air and touched the female's right leg before she could vanish within the ground, making it ash-grey in a mere second as flesh withered and died, severing the connections with the mind and soul, rendering the leg useless and dead.
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i lay on the ground grinning as my leg coms back to life.i get up laughing.pouce the feline holding my blade to his neck. taking my dager and stabing him in the hart ripping the flesh  twisting then yanking it out.
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The dagger shattered as soon as it touched the armor, corroded and useless for the remainder of the combat, leaving the female to punch against the plates that shielded his heart with her bare fists. The feline brought his legs to his chest and pushed her off, sending her sprawling through the air. He rose to his own feet and brushed off the dirt before turning to her and whispering ever soft. "Is that all you have..."
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my shadow claw comes up grabing him
"i don't kno maybe maybe not."
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The feline smirked and closed his eyes, manifesting the powers that lay within his very soul, the one thing that he alone could do, the ultimate defense... the mistform. He shifted from dimensions and planes, resting on the Ethereal plane, the plane where his life's force was safe, yet all that remained was a ghostly outlining of his body, staring at the female. The air began to liquify near him, the ground froze over and turned as hard as steel. And soon, eversoon, he was walking towards her, simply walking, allowing the frost to guide his path....
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i stand strate and look at him
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The feline kept on walking, the frost soon taking a hold of the female's body and frezing it, first the legs came, taking away the abilty to walk, then the arms, taking away the abilty to fight with weapons, the the torso, taiking away the abilty to breathe, and last, the head, extinquishing the last spark of life that was within her and severing her bond of life and unlife. The body crystalized and soon shattered into a million pieces, stopping every single chance of resurrection as the soul was caught in the ethereal form of Whispered life, the render of souls.
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((your grandson will not like that.))
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The feline smirked and resheathed the blades before turning around and walking into the arena underworks, the halls that he longed for, devoid from light and life... the place he loved and hated at the same time. He followed the path that led northwards, hours passed as he walked through the dark, damp sewersystems.. and finally, as night began to set in, he reached his home, the Onyx Halls.
He entered through the underworks, quickly ascending the curving stairwells that led to the hallways. The hallways where crafted from pure onyx, the same material as his blades where, and seemed to stretch on forever. But somehow the feline knew precisely where to go, and turned down the south corridor, and soon down a passage to the east. He passed more then one construct one his way, each with a demeanor cold as ice and a soul unlike any other alive. Each of the constructs was crafted from the same material, adamantine, and seemed fully emotionless. They had the abilty to feel and think, but many chose to live their lives as empty shells, devoid of feeling and emotion, and in the service of one overlord.
Deep amids the onyx halls the feline came upon a chamber, within it's center stood a ruby throne. He opened his eyes and looked around, as if it was the first time for him to do so. Around him he saw a chamber that seemed to be created from purest deep crystal, with onyx to enforce it after a few inches. The room had four other occupants, and somehow he knew their names. To the north of the chamber stood Arvandor, to his west stood Seere, to his south stood Aikanaro, and to his east stood Ohta. Each of the constructs was crafted from a dark steel, and he knew that item too, adamantine it was called.
Arvandor bore a shining blade on his back, a greatsword that shimmered with the magic of ages past, as he looked at the weapon he could almost swear that it gave of sparks. Seere bore a bow that seemed to radiate with to power to slay the living in a single strike, the bow radiated with a red light, something akin to the light of a burning torch. Aikanaro bore a warhammer in his hands, the warhammer burned with the flames of a forge, as if longing for war. Ohta bore a bow in his hands, which seemed to cast of an dim light, but at the same time seemed to love life around him.
And soon, as he stood there, amids the constructs that where his true family, he shifted and shrunk down to his 4'4" stature, his eyes shifting from their blue to black, the sclera shifting at the same time to match the newfound color. His fur darkened and turned black as midnight, and a single red marking, resembling lightning, appeared on his forehead. And soon he started to remember... his name, his truename, Azreal Origen, the angel of death reborn, the reaper of life and destroyer of souls. He walked over to the center of the chamber and sat down in the throne, allowing his weary body to rest in the rays of moonlight, revigorating him, but at the same time feeding upon his very soul and the soul that he had claimed today.
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I CHALLENGE YOU RAVHAN
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LET ME THE YIFFIN OUT AND DON'T HYRT MY SIS OR SO HELP ME GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The feline did not hear since he was at another location, 10 hours away, on foot that is, in an area warded by spells and artifice.
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fi ne i wont kill you
i just dont understand why you killed
her
its wrong
YOUR SERIOUSLY YIFFED UP
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The words rang through the night and reached the feline's ears, ensparking a rage within him, and making him evenmore determined to devour the soul as swift as possible. He began to feed it to the halls, destroying shreds and shards every second, destroying every way of resurrection, even his own demise would not aid anymore....
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i wont challenge you i dont want to im sorry i scream making it loud enough to get to the feline
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it starts to rain
let me out please we don't whant to hurt you
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The feline's sclera passed from black to red, indicating that the soul was devoured, fed to him and the halls, removed from existance and destroyed from every realm. He grinned and roared in laughter, knowing all too well that even the power of all the gods and mages together could not bring her back anymore, there was NOTHING to bring back anymore.... it was gone, even timetravel would be futile, useless, of no effect.... it was no more.
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RAHVAN!!!!! why dont u give our team a try
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The feline smiled at the thought, a team, two for the price of one, two souls to feast on... two more.... He shrugged it off and sighed, his hunger had been sated and he needed little more. Only in 15 days, when the soul had been devoured, would he need to feed again, and even then it was not sure if it would be sky or someone else.
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idc if u want to or not i do not care for your wishes your fighting or dieing *pulls blades* and starts mumbling
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The feline sighed and turned away from the scrying pool, allowing the child to rage in the arena that was miles away, knowing all to well that the defenses of the Onyx Halls would stop the child from entering the halls itself.
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YOU WHIMP JUST FIGHT US!
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The feline did not heed the desperate child's call, knowing that if he heard the words, the formal challenge, that then he would have to fight once more, no challenge had been uttered off yet, and he would hear none for now... not yet, not untill the child calmed down.
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i will never be calm for wat u did to mom!!! never *calmly says* we challenge you
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Being removed from the scrying pool, the feline heard naught but the grinding of passing Warforged, his 4'4" form always seemed amazed by the halls that where his home, and by the warforged that walked through it's halls, but he knew all too well that is was his birthright and that h himself should provide fuel for the next generation... the souls of those that fell in battle. He slowly passed down the eastern corrider and walked through the 20' hight hallways, his hind paws barely making noise as they touched the onyx underfoot, his eyes peering through the pitchblack darkness in search of his slumber place, the chamber of infinite moonlight, the chamber meant to harvest the moon's rays and feed it directly to him, the chamber that sustained his own life's energy, as his sustained the Onyx halls' energy.
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*sits* fine i shall just wait for him we should make a plan *starts speaking in a shade language*
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Name: Kokatsu Okami
Age:17
Species: Grey Wolf(Canis Lupus)
Weapon description: Possesses the Kakuheiki (Nuclear Weapons) A pair of katana, modified to be used with an compact nuclear reactor. They can absorb the energy made from the reactor and use it to power its offensive and defensive properties. They can also release the energy in a number of ways, most commonly by swinging the sword, hurling a wave of energy at the foe.
Ability(ies): He has no magical abilities and relies only on his swords. He does have a lot of stamina and endurance, though, along with a lot of strength.
Kokatsu had followed the guy who just killed that lady. He had managed to stay totally still, not screwing up once. He was now watching the feline... thing, doing something... He tried to keep himself hidden, but since he wasn't a ninja (just very good at sneaking around), he just had to keep away. Especially since that guy was an insane fighter...
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grey wolf see if u can convince the mother killer to fight meh please
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The feline rested in a throne made of purest ruby and as he sat there the four gaurdians stood watch, Aikanaro, Seere, arvandor and Ohta, the gaurdians of the four corners, the ones that protected him as he slept. The throne hummed with a soft red glow, radiating power and despair, almost as if struggling to keep the feline alive. And each of the four gaurdians watched, their weapons prepared to strike whoever came near their overlord.....
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*talks back in shade*
Translation: so thats are plan  yep but obviously he has guards and they might step in...
ok rahvan if u are listoning here is my deal if u win you get our souls
and... if i win u return my mom her soul and i get yours
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The roaring of laughter echoed around the children, a voice as cruel as death and as cold as ice split the air around them before settling on their ears, allowing them to hear the words. "A soul... you want a soul that I do not have, that I do not care for anymore.... and that soul you want, I cannot give, it is gone, torn asunder and devoured, destroyed in the forges of hell and heaven, terminated in the ravages of unlife. And hardly fair I would say, I have to fight two, while alone... and only recieve the two punt little souls that will only feed me for two days each, I shall not fight you... I shall not even lay a paw upon your brow.... I shall not touch you, for your stupidity will kill you..." The voice died away and stopped, disappearing in the depth of the rising sun on the horizon.
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ohh im shocked at you for being as ignorant as that u'd pass up a uniqe meal like this? how often do u really get the chance to devour a shade soul? a royal's soul at that and on top of that im part vampire tell me how often would u really get the chance to dine on something like that? my guess is not very often
my soul isnt all that insegnifigant either once a fox changed into a shade and now able to talk? seems kinda a rare soul to me
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The feline THOUGHT to himself, ((Meaning your character will NOT hear or know it)) for a moment before snickering. "The beasts stand no chance, and their souls, as feeble as they are, are woth less then that of a newborn child born in a peasant's family.... they think themselves high, but it is the mindset and ways of one that determine his soul's might, not the mere lineage and transformations. I so love the pure souls... as they are close to my own in power..."
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Name:Sorikairi
Age:9
Species:White Wolf(whooda whutta)
Weapons:Posseses Extremely tough skin,Super fast reflexes,A pair of samuari swords,and
telepathic/telekenetic powers
Abilities:relies on hands,feet,and sight (very advanced for his age,and
also strong, and acts childish sometimes to cloak his great abilities)
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pictures people pictures
just wait till some one coms to fight u
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(lmao) mmmhmmm,oki :snicker:
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She giggles, pouncing Sorikairi and licking his cheek roughly. "Hello love."
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(( :shcoked: WTF?! ))
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Ephemral
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this is not a lovey dovey place you battle here
slaps forhead
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{oops}
She attacks him, giggling. "Hey, lets scrap."