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9 yrs ago
Current 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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Jacque took a step towards Roxy and hissed in annoyance. Part of him wondered what her flesh would taste like, what it would feel like to have her bones splinter under the power of his mighty jaws, what sounds she and the others would make as he- 'NO.', the word flashed in his head like a neon sign. Jacque couldn't afford to lose control, he may have looked like an animal, but that didn't mean he needed to act like one, no matter how he was treated, he couldn't let his temper get the better of him, especially around the people he was supposed to be paired with. Like it or not, he had to play nice for the time being. Jacque shook his head as if to say that Roxy wasn't worth it and walked a bit closer to the jet, perhaps getting a better look at the marvelous machine would take his mind off of the primal urges that swirled about his brain.
Jacque looked up at the plane with awe. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before, with it's sleek design and highly advanced technology, there was no doubt in Jacque's mind that it had been made with help from Ni. As he noticed the others entering the hangar Jacque let out a sigh and yanked off his shirt and boots, "You all may wish to stand back a bit. I'm about to 'suit up'." he warned as his veins grew more pronounced on his skin. Jacque's irises flashed greenish yellow and his pupils expanded before they narrowed into slits, vicious claws erupted from his finger and toe nails, gleaming a like obsidian under the bright light, his muscles bulged far beyond that of any human, his skin grew taught and appeared to crack and turn green and the bleach blond buzz cut he usually sported disappeared under a patch of scales. Jacque stumbled a bit, preparing himself for the worst parts of the transformation; his leg bones snapped, bending in all manner of gruesome angles as they elongated to better suit his increasingly hunched frame, his jaws elongated, massive conical teeth ripping their way through his gums and replacing his regular set of teeth, a process that he particularly hated. There was a sickening crunch from his spine as it expanded and curved to allow him to walk better with his top heavy frame, and with that, the transformation was complete. If Jacque's height and appearance had been intimidating before, he was an absolute nightmare now; He stood at eight feet two even with his hunched stature, his crocodilian appearance -complete with thick scales and massive jaws- made him look like something out of a horror/scifi movie. Jacque shook his head slightly, clearing his mind of the pain that came with each transformation, then he reared his head back and let loose a bone jarring roar.
Matiu and Thresher's assumptions had been right; There had been a few of the canine beasts waiting in the wings to attack the group, no doubt to act like a second wave. It didn't take long for Matiu and Thresher to quash the group, Thresher's massive jaws and lethal tail had made quick work of a good portion of the beasts, Matiu had a tougher time however, the creatures were fast, not to mention strong, truly they were worthy opponents. In the end though the result was just the same, Matiu hacked and slashed his way through the creatures left by Thresher, though not without receiving his fair share of injuries. The rider suffered from several cuts and bruises, the worst being a series of claw marks along his rib cage. 'Are you alright Matiu?' Thresher inquired as Matiu leaned onto him, "Psh...you did worst to me when we first met. Now come on. We need to get back to the others." Matiu retorted as he climbed onto Thresher's back, wincing as he did so. Thresher snorted and began running back, making good speed, but be careful to find the smoothest path so as not to further injure Matiu. Speaking of Matiu, despite him brushing off Thresher's concern, he was actually a bit worse than he'd let on; the scratches along his ribs were somewhat deep and bleeding quite badly. Needless to say, he'd need patching up upon returning to the others.
A rumbling sound akin to a growl escaped Jacque's chest at Roxy's words, "Do not mistake my discomfort for fear. I made my request for the safety of the others in this room." he growled. Something peculiar began to happen to Jacque: His veins began to raise on his face and arms, and his muscle tone was increasing to the point of nearly tearing his clothing as he moved. The chair he sat in creaked loudly and buckled slightly at the sudden increase in mass, a clear indication that whatever he was turning into was big, "I will only ask of this once, do not push me. A knife won't do you much good if this gets out of hand, and I would greatly prefer not having to be restrained for the next six hours." he warned. Jacque may not have been one to enjoy attention, but if there was one thing he hated more than that, it was being toyed with.

The sudden announcement from the Oracle hologram turned his attention away from Roxy, "Oh joy...a new mission already..." he muttered before forcing himself out of his seat. Jacque could already tell as he walked out of the room and past Roxy to get to the hangar, this day was going to suck.
Brunhilda smiled once more at Issa before looking up to Reginald, "I trust that she will be accompanying us to to manor? By now the maids should be completely done cleaning.". Reginald nodded, "That would be the plan. She may stay until sunset-", his voice trailed off as he looked down to Issa, "-that is to say if you wish to do so. If not, then Brunhilda and I could escort you to a place that you may find more familiar.".
Jacque listened as the others conversed for a while, it was clear that there was going to be quite a bit of bickering while everyone was here, which to Jacque meant that this meeting was going to drag on for a while. And that simply would not do. The behemoth of a man had been about to speak when a knife whizzed across the room, in that moment all form of speech left him and any words he had to speak were quickly replaced with a deep, guttural snarl. Jacque's head snapped in the direction of Roxy, his eyes were filled with a murderous intent before he recognized her as one of the others that lived on the base. Jacque inhaled deeply to calm himself, then exhaled, "Try to refrain from doing that again. It...unnerves me." he growled out through clenched teeth.
Reginald nodded and guided Issa over to his servant, his smile fading some as he saw the cheeky grin on her face, "Making new friends are we Master Lockhart? I must admit, she's quite a step up from those boring old men you usually converse with." Brunhilda teased. Reginald grit his teeth , "One of these days Brunhilda..." he hissed in annoyance, Brunhilda meanwhile brushed off the threat knowing that he could never bring himself to harm his most faithful servant, "Well? Do you intend to introduce me?" she mused, eying the young vampire with interest. Reginald sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Issa Ziri, allow me to introduce you to my faithful and highly aggravating servant, Brunhilda Hirsch.", Brunhilda bowed slightly in respect, shooting a dirty look at Reginald for referring to her as aggravating before speaking, "It is a pleasure to meet you dearie." she chirped sweetly.
That sort of character control is alright by me Sezir. Basically so long as someone else's character depicts an action and you simply reply with your character's observation and response of said action, it's less character control and more...well, observation, so yer good :P. I'll post in the IC when I come up with something folks.
ALL MEMBERS OF DELTA SQUAD REPORT TO MISSION CONTROL FOR BRIEFING

Jacque Marrow let out a long growl as he was awakened from his slumber. It figured that he'd get called out for a mission just as he'd managed to get his bed at the temperature he liked. The man huffed and climbed out of what served as his bed -a large tub like structure filled with hot water- and yanked a towel from his dresser and began to dry his head, "I swear whatever this is better be important." he growled, his voice muffled by the towel's fluffy cotton. Jacque quickly dried off and tossed on his clothes, sparing one forlorn glance at the warm inviting waters of his 'bed' before sighing and walking out of his room. As he walked down the hall, Jacque couldn't help but notice some of the personnel casting wary glances at him, 'Yea, like you assholes are so charming to be around.' he hissed mentally. Jacque hated having to leave his room; he was the type of person who preferred not to be noticed, not an easy feat for a man who stood at 6'5" and was built like a brick wall with legs. Couple that with the fact that the people that worked on the base knew what he was capable of, and it was no wonder that people kept an eye on him, and he hated every second of it.

Jacque entered the control room, keeping his eyes on the desk rather than actually looking at the people inside as he attempted to sit in one of the chairs. The chair that he chose creaked loudly as he squeezed into it, eliciting a grimace from Jacque, "Bigger chairs, thats all I asked for during the last HR meeting. Do the assholes at central even listen?" Jacque muttered under his breath. After a few more seconds adjusting himself, Jacque laced his fingers together and set them on the table, only then did he chose to look up at the others in the room.
Name…Jacque Marrow

Code-name…Leather hide

Appearance... as Leather hide

Age…22

Hometown…Baton Rouge Louisiana

Psych Eval…Subject tends to enter a rage when fighting and is known to be highly aggressive to even his own team while on and leaving the battle field, request for tranquilizers and restraints is highly recommended for at least six hours after removal from extended combat. Further evaluation reveals that the subject seems to prefer to be left to his own devices when not in a rage and can become rather skittish in groups.

History…Everything having to do with Jacque with the exception of his place of birth has been stricken from the records. When pressed further about his past, Jacque would only tell people to look up the "Gator Man" of Baton Rouge.

Powers/Abilities… Jacque can transform himself into a monstrous crocodilian like creature. In this form Jacque boasts terrifying levels of strength, jaws that can punch through most metals, a thick hide able to withstand small arms fire, and superior aquatic locomotion skills

Other...He serves as the juggernaut of the group, smashing, tearing, and generally mangling whatever is in the way. Because of his aggression, a rifle loaded with horse tranquilizers is usually left with the group in the event he gets out of hand.

in case the images don't pop up, i'm going to go ahead and post links to the pics:
His human form and Leather hide
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