MonsieurShade
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STATUS: Tfw you want to go to the gym and get your stronk on but you've busted your shoulder and need let it rest. 9 yrs ago
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Tfw you want to go to the gym and get your stronk on but you've busted your shoulder and need let it rest.
9 yrs ago
Holy fuck. Ok, shit. Insane hiatus. Fuck. I'm still around folks, just been beyond extremely busy. Will try (heavy emphasis on try) to be more active in the coming months.
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10 yrs ago
God forbid I be one of the lucky bastards that doesn't have their wisdom teeth grow in. Nah, just fuck my shit up fam.
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10 yrs ago
As someone who works for a pet store I both love and hate pixar. The next person that tries to ask me if we have "a dory fish" for their goldfish bowl is getting straight up clubbed like a baby seal
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I'm just a simple college student working his way through life while simultaneously testing the limits of how much caffeine and alcohol the human body can subsist on before it gives out. Just call me Shade.
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Isaac sat atop his bag cradling his head in his hands, looking as though he was in a fair bit of pain, "Josh you son of a bitch, i'm gonna kick your ass one of these days." he muttered, cursing his elder brother for convincing his parents to make him take one last photo before boarding the ship. Taking pictures was bad enough for him as it was, however his brother Josh had insisted that he remove his shades for the picture. The boy dug into one of his pockets, pulled out a few pills for migraines, and quickly downed the medicine before looking around a bit, catching glimpses of people -or rather their body heat- as they passed him by. Hesitantly, Isaac lifted his shades to get a better look out of the window, his pearly white eyes reflecting light for a brief moment before he slammed the glasses back into place with a pained hiss. "Please let those pills work quickly..." Isaac groaned before once more returning his head to his hands.
As per your request i've edited my character's name so that is corresponds with it's color:
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Name: Isaac Montenegro
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Weapon: Diablo fría. The interior of the metallic top portion of the weapon is lined with blue dust to allow for rapid replacement of destroyed ice. While this weapon does not transform like many others, it holds an extremely nasty surprise; it's design allows for massive tearing wounds which may leave pieces of ice imbedded in flesh, and wounds created by this weapon will not heal properly without medical attention as cuts made by diablo fría bring about near immediate frostbite, which alongside the tearing wounds can bring about agonizing pain. Because wounds made by this weapon cannot heal properly without medical assistance, infections are a large threat. If the initial attack doesn't kill an enemy, the infection will.
Semblance: Isaac's semblance manifests itself as the ability for him to see in infrared, however he's incapable of shutting it off, forcing him to constantly wear dark protective lenses to block out all but the highest temperatures (i.e. fire & warm blooded creatures) in order to function properly. When taking off his lenses, Issac's irises are a pearly white and are shown to lack pupils, they have a somewhat mirror like effect, especially when illuminated (though this is a sure fire way to piss him off, as it will cause him great discomfort).
Colour: Indigo
Image: Right here
Name: Isaac Montenegro
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Weapon: Diablo fría. The interior of the metallic top portion of the weapon is lined with blue dust to allow for rapid replacement of destroyed ice. While this weapon does not transform like many others, it holds an extremely nasty surprise; it's design allows for massive tearing wounds which may leave pieces of ice imbedded in flesh, and wounds created by this weapon will not heal properly without medical attention as cuts made by diablo fría bring about near immediate frostbite, which alongside the tearing wounds can bring about agonizing pain. Because wounds made by this weapon cannot heal properly without medical assistance, infections are a large threat. If the initial attack doesn't kill an enemy, the infection will.
Semblance: Isaac's semblance manifests itself as the ability for him to see in infrared, however he's incapable of shutting it off, forcing him to constantly wear dark protective lenses to block out all but the highest temperatures (i.e. fire & warm blooded creatures) in order to function properly. When taking off his lenses, Issac's irises are a pearly white and are shown to lack pupils, they have a somewhat mirror like effect, especially when illuminated (though this is a sure fire way to piss him off, as it will cause him great discomfort).
Colour: Indigo
I may not be able to post for the first few days, however this is definitely something i'm down for once i'm able to join in.
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Name: Jacque Montenegro
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Weapon: Diablo fría. The interior of the metallic top portion of the weapon is lined with blue dust to allow for rapid replacement of destroyed ice. While this weapon does not transform like many others, it holds an extremely nasty surprise; it's design allows for massive tearing wounds which may leave pieces of ice imbedded in flesh, and wounds created by this weapon will not heal properly without medical attention as cuts made by diablo fría bring about near immediate frostbite, which alongside the tearing wounds can bring about agonizing pain. Because wounds made by this weapon cannot heal properly without medical assistance, infections are a large threat. If the initial attack doesn't kill an enemy, the infection will.
Colour: Indigo
Image: Right here
Name: Jacque Montenegro
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Weapon: Diablo fría. The interior of the metallic top portion of the weapon is lined with blue dust to allow for rapid replacement of destroyed ice. While this weapon does not transform like many others, it holds an extremely nasty surprise; it's design allows for massive tearing wounds which may leave pieces of ice imbedded in flesh, and wounds created by this weapon will not heal properly without medical attention as cuts made by diablo fría bring about near immediate frostbite, which alongside the tearing wounds can bring about agonizing pain. Because wounds made by this weapon cannot heal properly without medical assistance, infections are a large threat. If the initial attack doesn't kill an enemy, the infection will.
Colour: Indigo
Don't mind me folks, just bumping this back to page one.
"Well, not that i'd ever try it for myself, but from what i've heard, raw eggs make for pretty good conditioner." Joshua pointed out in response to Iris.
Joshua looked up at the teacher with mild amusement etched on his face, "Well that was rather anticlimactic." he said with a chuckle before draining the rest of his tea. The boy set his cup on a corner of his desk and leaned back in his chair as he waited to see just what the teacher would do next.
I am suddenly possessed by a mighty need to play as a hunter. Woe to those that I may target should I be accepted...
Name: Jacque Marrow
Age: 23
Appearance: Civilian clothes-Hunting suit
Reason For Hating Sups ( Make it good if you are going for leader position): He was pretty much raised to. At least that used to be the reason, now he doens't really hate them so much as he simply doesn't like the idea of something being higher than him on the food chain.
Rank {Leader or Soldiers): Soldier, Sergeant to be specific
Weakness or Mental flaw ( Need at least one of these evertone's got one): He suffers from sever cases of claustrophobia, acrophobia, and ornithophobia. Especially ornithophobia.
Personality: Cold and calculating, Jacque is the kind of man who wouldn't think twice about maiming or outright killing someone if he thinks it will further his goals. Jacque, to be quite frank, is also a bit of a sociopath and is seemingly incapable of expressing feelings of grief or empathy. This isn't to say he's some hyper violent nut, he's still more than capable of expressing any other emotion, and is at least slightly decent at faking the ones he can't if the situation requires it. The man is terrified of birds, specifically crows and seagulls. Seriously, keep them away from him.
Bio: "So you want to know who I am and why I do what I do huh? Fine, sit down and listen well, i'll only explain it once. The hunting of supernaturals has been a tradition in my family for eons, starting all the way back in germany until- wait what? 'Why does it always start with germany?' How the hell should I know, just shut up and listen. Anyway, the tradition was brought to -insert rp's country here- when my great grandfather decided he wanted a change in scenery. He taught his daughter the ways of the hunter, who in turn taught her son, whom in turn taught yours truly. And those lessons were hard, i'll tell you that much. I endured the kind of training that would bring a lesser man to his knees as he wept for salvation, but it was all worth it when my father took my on my first hunt. I of course eventually went off to college, but during breaks we would go on hunting trips together. Everything seemed to run smoothly, but one day pop got sloppy and found himself in pieces at the hands of a werewolf. I of course returned the favor, but not out of vengeance like you might think, honestly between you and me I think the old man got what was coming for losing his edge like that. Nah, see, I did it for the same reason that I do it today; because i'll be damned if anything ever wrestles the title of "apex predator" from the human race. Hm? Why the fear of birds? Because none of your damned business!"
Skills: Jacque is an expert tactician with extensive knowledge of psychological warfare and the anatomical structure of humans and supernaturals alike. He's an excellent fighter that can even hold his own (at least for a while) against stronger opponents provided he knows what he's getting into. A bachelor's degree in toxicology has given Jacque extensive knowledge in the field of, well, toxins, something he uses frequently on hunts.
Other: Sautéed pork tenderloins, its good man....its good...
Name: Jacque Marrow
Age: 23
Appearance: Civilian clothes-Hunting suit
Reason For Hating Sups ( Make it good if you are going for leader position): He was pretty much raised to. At least that used to be the reason, now he doens't really hate them so much as he simply doesn't like the idea of something being higher than him on the food chain.
Rank {Leader or Soldiers): Soldier, Sergeant to be specific
Weakness or Mental flaw ( Need at least one of these evertone's got one): He suffers from sever cases of claustrophobia, acrophobia, and ornithophobia. Especially ornithophobia.
Personality: Cold and calculating, Jacque is the kind of man who wouldn't think twice about maiming or outright killing someone if he thinks it will further his goals. Jacque, to be quite frank, is also a bit of a sociopath and is seemingly incapable of expressing feelings of grief or empathy. This isn't to say he's some hyper violent nut, he's still more than capable of expressing any other emotion, and is at least slightly decent at faking the ones he can't if the situation requires it. The man is terrified of birds, specifically crows and seagulls. Seriously, keep them away from him.
Bio: "So you want to know who I am and why I do what I do huh? Fine, sit down and listen well, i'll only explain it once. The hunting of supernaturals has been a tradition in my family for eons, starting all the way back in germany until- wait what? 'Why does it always start with germany?' How the hell should I know, just shut up and listen. Anyway, the tradition was brought to -insert rp's country here- when my great grandfather decided he wanted a change in scenery. He taught his daughter the ways of the hunter, who in turn taught her son, whom in turn taught yours truly. And those lessons were hard, i'll tell you that much. I endured the kind of training that would bring a lesser man to his knees as he wept for salvation, but it was all worth it when my father took my on my first hunt. I of course eventually went off to college, but during breaks we would go on hunting trips together. Everything seemed to run smoothly, but one day pop got sloppy and found himself in pieces at the hands of a werewolf. I of course returned the favor, but not out of vengeance like you might think, honestly between you and me I think the old man got what was coming for losing his edge like that. Nah, see, I did it for the same reason that I do it today; because i'll be damned if anything ever wrestles the title of "apex predator" from the human race. Hm? Why the fear of birds? Because none of your damned business!"
Skills: Jacque is an expert tactician with extensive knowledge of psychological warfare and the anatomical structure of humans and supernaturals alike. He's an excellent fighter that can even hold his own (at least for a while) against stronger opponents provided he knows what he's getting into. A bachelor's degree in toxicology has given Jacque extensive knowledge in the field of, well, toxins, something he uses frequently on hunts.
Other: Sautéed pork tenderloins, its good man....its good...
As Joshua entered the room, he made note of another person in the room besides him and the boy (Matthew) who had entered before him. Not quite sure whether her inquiries were directed at Matthew, himself, or the both of them, Joshua found himself a seat in the second row facing the front of the class and took another sip of tea from his cup. "If you're asking me, then my name's Joshua. Joshua Marrow. If you weren't, then I guess I just made a slight fool of myself. But hey, at least I don't need to repeat myself." he half joked.
Having arrived a tad earlier to the school that a few other students so as to acquire a schedule and get accustomed to the lay out of the building, Joshua sat cross legged a few meters away from the door to class, sipping hot youth berry tea from a styrofoam cup whilst examining a small vial filled with yellowish liquid attached to a chain around his neck. It was his first day at the academy, however he wasn't exactly an outcast seeing as he'd met some other students, either as neighbors or through mutual friends prior to his enrollment. The boy continued eyeing the vial, shaking the contents every now and then with great amusement, "Heh, looks kind of like honey..." he said to himself. Despite it's appearance, the liquid was far from a delectable treat, rather it was a rather nasty venom which he had painstakingly milked out of his 'pet', Valentine. Joshua shuddered a bit as he remembered how much of a fight the bamboo viper had put up during the process, however between what venom he could use for his weapons and what his grand parents could sell to medical centers, it was worth it. Joshua was pulled from his thoughts as he noticed someone enter the room, "Oh thank god...now i'm not the first one inside." he said with relish before rising to his feet and entering the room.
Mind if I join in on the fun?
Name: Joshua Marrow
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Right here
Personality: Intelligent, inquisitive, and virtually fearless, Joshua tends to act in a relatively reserved manner that belies how in tuned he is with everything around him. He holds a great deal of tolerance, even when faced with some of the more unruly students, and is often regarded as a 'big brother' by many of his younger friends for his habit of sticking up for them, and keeping them in check -sometimes through force- when they get too far out of line. Joshua holds an incredible fascination with snakes, even going so far as to keep a bamboo viper in his room, having had it excused by stating that he uses its venom to coat his weapons. He is extremely knowledgable when it comes to venom and other poisons.
Bio: Originally born in america Joshua moved to -insert story's country here- at a fairly young age when his mother convinced his father that she desperately wished to return to her country of origin. It was a rocky start of course, what with Joshua and his father being foreigners and having to learn a new language but eventually everyone settled in, Joshua got to meet his mother's side of the family, and his father found a rather lucrative career that unfortunately forced him to travel a lot. It was during said travels that Joshua's mother home schooled him over the years, and occasionally, when she went on trips with his father, sent him to stay with his grand parents, two retired ninja (a secret they kept from their daughter) who saw potential in the boy, and took it upon themselves to train him under the guise of it being just a fun activity for him. During one trip the plane Joshua's parents were on crashed, killing them along with many other passengers. The boy stayed with his grandparents, went through his grieving process, and was eventually enrolled in Akihiko.
Name: Joshua Marrow
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Right here
Personality: Intelligent, inquisitive, and virtually fearless, Joshua tends to act in a relatively reserved manner that belies how in tuned he is with everything around him. He holds a great deal of tolerance, even when faced with some of the more unruly students, and is often regarded as a 'big brother' by many of his younger friends for his habit of sticking up for them, and keeping them in check -sometimes through force- when they get too far out of line. Joshua holds an incredible fascination with snakes, even going so far as to keep a bamboo viper in his room, having had it excused by stating that he uses its venom to coat his weapons. He is extremely knowledgable when it comes to venom and other poisons.
Bio: Originally born in america Joshua moved to -insert story's country here- at a fairly young age when his mother convinced his father that she desperately wished to return to her country of origin. It was a rocky start of course, what with Joshua and his father being foreigners and having to learn a new language but eventually everyone settled in, Joshua got to meet his mother's side of the family, and his father found a rather lucrative career that unfortunately forced him to travel a lot. It was during said travels that Joshua's mother home schooled him over the years, and occasionally, when she went on trips with his father, sent him to stay with his grand parents, two retired ninja (a secret they kept from their daughter) who saw potential in the boy, and took it upon themselves to train him under the guise of it being just a fun activity for him. During one trip the plane Joshua's parents were on crashed, killing them along with many other passengers. The boy stayed with his grandparents, went through his grieving process, and was eventually enrolled in Akihiko.
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