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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As Omega announced that the simulation would begin soon, Jacque tilted his head slightly which elicited a small string of pops from the vertebrae in his neck. The ghoul did no do this due to stiffness, as most physical sensations had long since stopped being of concern for him, rather, he did it simply for the enjoyment of the sound. Jacque turned to Alastair, observing the gauze around his partner's arm "Looks like you already understand the concept of blending in, but a word of advice: always have a convincing excuse to write off any oddity that would call attention to yourself. Here's some decent ones: You just bandaged your arm right? You're a burn victim and self conscious about it. I'm pretty pale compared to a normal human but still too active to show signs of anemia, right? Then I have leucism. Similar to albinism, but without the lack of pigmentation in my eyes, hence the reason my eyes are still grey. These little excuses can mean a world of difference if you can pull them off" he stated as he rose from the chair he sat in. As Jacque strode over to his partner, he gave Martinez, Ruvik, and Integra a wide berth and not so much as a second glance as the ritual was not his business, however the moment he passed by Rachel his scowl returned once more, though he made no hostile advance on the witch despite every fiber of his being telling him to sink his teeth into her neck and continue biting until he could no longer feel her pulse. 'I'm going to need a truck load of meat at the end of the day, I can feel it already' Jacque thought with an irritated sigh as he stood by Alastair.
It hadn't taken particularly long after Dimitri had risen from his examination table for the doctor that had been assigned to explain the situation and show him everything he needed to see to fully process what was happening. This was in no small part due to the fact that despite the boy's curiosity, he'd refrained from asking any questions, nor did he talk without being prompted, something that the doctor escorting him found to be a tad interesting. For a second, the doctor felt as if everything had all gone over Dimitri's head given the blank expression Dimitri wore throughout the process. This impression soon found itself being discarded when after the doctor asked Dimitri whether or not there was anything he wanted to ask, the boy had stared at him intensely for an uncomfortable amount of time -ironically, as if he where studying the doctor- before uttering the word "no" without the slightest hint of emotion. Needless to say, the subject was dropped, and no further words were shared between the two until they reached their final destination: the meeting area, "I trust that you can socialize with the other numbers, yes, subject five?", the doctor inquired. Dimitri turned and stared at the man once more, "Yes.", he stated, responding quicker than he had earlier, albeit with the same mechanical inflection. Satisfied with the answer he received, the doctor left Dimitri to his own devices, but not without making a mental note to observe Dimitri if his behavior continued as it did.
Without his escort to distract him further, Dimitri's eyes began to roam around the room rapidly, though the would occasionally stop on one thing in particular, as if he were taking in every little detail before moving on. Eventually his eyes landed on Senoka and continued to linger on the boy, though Dimitri did not move, nor did he make an effort to introduce himself as he stared at his fellow positive.
Without his escort to distract him further, Dimitri's eyes began to roam around the room rapidly, though the would occasionally stop on one thing in particular, as if he were taking in every little detail before moving on. Eventually his eyes landed on Senoka and continued to linger on the boy, though Dimitri did not move, nor did he make an effort to introduce himself as he stared at his fellow positive.
What have we here? I know I've said this about quite a few RPs in my day, but this time i'm deadly serious when I say this looks like a hellaciously fun RP to be in.
Name: Dimitri Lockhart
Age: 18
Appearance:
assuming the pic doesn't pop up, here's a link
Number: 5
Location of rune: Right eye (covers it with an eyepatch)
Magic: Magnokinesis (His sphere of influence is roughly two meters away from his body and he cannot control metal items heavier than fifteen pounds without focusing solely on the item)
Weapon: bladed gauntlets
Personality: To those unfamiliar to him, Dimitri can come off as a rather strange person to say the least. He has a habit of observing his surroundings and anyone within them with a somewhat unsettling level of intensity, and although he's more than willing to speak to anyone that approaches him, his responses tend to be curt, unimaginative, and almost mechanical in tone. Dimitri rarely issues challenges himself, rather he is an adept planner with an appreciation for efficiency and prefers working with others if it will further his goals with minimal amounts of risk in comparison to reward. This does NOT however mean he should be fully trusted in combat, if he sees an opportunity, he'll cut down any sufficiently* weakened positive or negative under the basis that any numbers called alongside his and his negative's are to be treated as other combatants unless challenges are worded a certain way (i.e. saying insert number here AND 5 rather than everyone saying their numbers separately) or stated otherwise by number 0.
**sufficiently here meaning if they're heavily bleeding, missing a limb, or half dead. Oddly enough he will not kill unconscious opponents.
Name: Dimitri Lockhart
Age: 18
Appearance:
Number: 5
Location of rune: Right eye (covers it with an eyepatch)
Magic: Magnokinesis (His sphere of influence is roughly two meters away from his body and he cannot control metal items heavier than fifteen pounds without focusing solely on the item)
Weapon: bladed gauntlets
Personality: To those unfamiliar to him, Dimitri can come off as a rather strange person to say the least. He has a habit of observing his surroundings and anyone within them with a somewhat unsettling level of intensity, and although he's more than willing to speak to anyone that approaches him, his responses tend to be curt, unimaginative, and almost mechanical in tone. Dimitri rarely issues challenges himself, rather he is an adept planner with an appreciation for efficiency and prefers working with others if it will further his goals with minimal amounts of risk in comparison to reward. This does NOT however mean he should be fully trusted in combat, if he sees an opportunity, he'll cut down any sufficiently* weakened positive or negative under the basis that any numbers called alongside his and his negative's are to be treated as other combatants unless challenges are worded a certain way (i.e. saying insert number here AND 5 rather than everyone saying their numbers separately) or stated otherwise by number 0.
**sufficiently here meaning if they're heavily bleeding, missing a limb, or half dead. Oddly enough he will not kill unconscious opponents.
Jacque hunched over slightly and titled his head slightly at Omega's choices, there was a glimmer of amusement in the ghoul's eyes despite the seemingly perpetual mask of annoyance. "Interesting combinations we've got here. Director, if you don't mind me asking, the missions we'll be doing will be mostly mundane in nature, right? I mean in the past eight months i've been here, of the very few solo missions i've received, only one involved a hostile supernatural, and it was still just a tracking mission with no actual contact with the creature.", Jacque stated as he propped his elbows up on his legs and brought his hands together a few inches away from his face as he waited for his answer.
Jacque gave a small, irritated, sigh and a shrug at the director's words, "Alright, if you insist. But can we try not to make this too time consuming? It's been six hours since my last meal." he said as he got up from his chair and stretched a bit to relieve the stiffness in his back. Jacque cleared his throat a bit as he prepared to address everyone in the room in one go rather than talk to them individually to spare himself the time and effort, "S'up people, I'm Jacque Krauss. I'm from Salem Oregon, been with the bureau for about eight months now, and if you haven't noticed it yet, i'm a ghoul, which means i'm undead, though thankfully I don't really need human flesh. Now, if i'm gonna have to be partnered with someone, i'd like to point out a few things: I don't die unless my brain is destroyed, meaning if we get the odd mission involving hostile creatures, I don't expect any effort to be wasted helping me if I get injured, I also don't sleep, so if you're uncomfortable with having to share a room with a guy who'll likely never stop moving, well, tough, lastly, there's a twelve hour window for how long I can go without eating, after which I tend to behave more like you're typical ghoul, which is to say I may still try to eat you. That means that whomever I end up with needs to be prepared to incapacitate or otherwise restrain me if I go "rabid". You can lop of a leg or arm if you need to since I can stitch them back on when I calm down, but don't expect me to be happy about it.". Jacque let his words hang in the air for a bit before sitting back down and resuming the tapping of his foot, all the while, wondering who'd be willing to deal with partnering with him after the compatibility test.
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Jacque rolled his eyes a bit as a half devil of all things referred to him as foul, and where it not for the branch director walking in at the moment, he would have made a snide comment on the irony of Alastair's statement. The ghoul listened quietly to Omega's statement before raising his hand slightly, "Wouldn't it be a bit more prudent for us to wait until everyone to arrives and test our compatibility in a simulated environment? I understand the idea of seeing who you feel as though you'd work better with, but "feeling" and "knowing" are two entirely different things.".
Jacque grunted in response to the greeting from the man who brushed past him to enter the meeting room. For the moment, Jacque just focused on trying to follow through with agent Kemp's request, however when he managed to catch the word 'witch' in the conversation being held by a man and woman, his jaw twitched involuntarily. Despite being undead, Jacque could swear that he could feel a vein throbbing in his temple, however he ignored this sensation in favor of entering the room and taking a seat as far away from the witch as he possibly could whilst gnashing his teeth together. Even then, Jacque did not find the distance sufficient, and resorted to dragging the chair towards the opposite wall and pressing himself against it as he sat back down, all the while casting a venomous glance in Rachel's direction. 'This is such horse shit. Maybe I can get out of this meeting early by saying i'm hungry...' The ghoul mused as he began to rapidly tap his foot against the floor.
"We have a WHAT working for the bureau now!?" Someone snarled from within one of the office rooms two doors away from the meeting room. Senior agent Erin Kemp looked up from the laptop on his desk into the smoldering eyes of the supernatural he'd been assigned to watch over; Jacque Krauss. The agent internally sighed, as he'd hoped to keep it a secret from Jacque, however as it seemed, word travelled fast in the bureau when a new supernatural was recruited, and Kemp had no doubt that it had taken less time for Jacque to burst into his office than it had for him to process what he'd been told by another agent, "A witch Jacque. I'm guessing you're not to fond of that idea?". Jacque slammed his hands on to Kemp's desk, splintering the wood with the impact "Don't play fucking dumb! You now exactly how I feel about witches!" the ghoul snarled, bringing his face mere inches away from the senior agent.
Erin was more than aware of the fact that Jacque was more than strong enough to casually overpower and devour a grown man, and that there would be very little he could do to stop Jacque if he became hostile, however he didn't flinch at the sudden closing of distance, "Indeed I am, however, I have no say in who we hire here-", "But you can control who gets fired!". Jacque watched as Erin began to massage his temples, a sign that the agent was starting to get a headache, however before he could speak again, Erin beat him to the punch, "Jacque, look, i'm not going to fire someone just because of what happened to you. I'm sorry, I really am, but that just isn't how we do things here. Do you know how many agents we've lost to ghouls since the BSA was founded?". Jacque's shoulders slumped as anger gave way to weariness, he knew exactly where the conversation was going, "Look I just need you to cooperate with her if you're assigned joint missions. We'll keep her under surveillance for the same amount of time we did you when you started so there's no need to worry. Just work with me here buddy. Now, I need you to report to the meeting room, there's going to be a briefing that any supernatural agents we have in our employ are expected to attend.". The ghoul gave Erin a mortified look, then sighed, "Fine...but i'm not going to show her any sort of courtesy." he said before turning and walking out of the door. Erin pulled a bottle of excedrin from his drawer and downed two pills dry, making a mental note to have the repairs for his desk come from Jacque's paycheck. As for Jacque, the ghoul slowly trudged towards the meeting room, the scowl on his face deepening as he stopped and hung in the door way rather than immediately walking in.
Erin was more than aware of the fact that Jacque was more than strong enough to casually overpower and devour a grown man, and that there would be very little he could do to stop Jacque if he became hostile, however he didn't flinch at the sudden closing of distance, "Indeed I am, however, I have no say in who we hire here-", "But you can control who gets fired!". Jacque watched as Erin began to massage his temples, a sign that the agent was starting to get a headache, however before he could speak again, Erin beat him to the punch, "Jacque, look, i'm not going to fire someone just because of what happened to you. I'm sorry, I really am, but that just isn't how we do things here. Do you know how many agents we've lost to ghouls since the BSA was founded?". Jacque's shoulders slumped as anger gave way to weariness, he knew exactly where the conversation was going, "Look I just need you to cooperate with her if you're assigned joint missions. We'll keep her under surveillance for the same amount of time we did you when you started so there's no need to worry. Just work with me here buddy. Now, I need you to report to the meeting room, there's going to be a briefing that any supernatural agents we have in our employ are expected to attend.". The ghoul gave Erin a mortified look, then sighed, "Fine...but i'm not going to show her any sort of courtesy." he said before turning and walking out of the door. Erin pulled a bottle of excedrin from his drawer and downed two pills dry, making a mental note to have the repairs for his desk come from Jacque's paycheck. As for Jacque, the ghoul slowly trudged towards the meeting room, the scowl on his face deepening as he stopped and hung in the door way rather than immediately walking in.
Cool. Commencing CS post
Real name: Jacque Krauss
Code Name: Grave Robber
Age: 21
Species: ghoul
Appearance: "Why do I hate witches so much? Because I do dammit!" -- He has a large scar where his heart is, as well as several more scars shaped into intricate patterns on his chest and stomach.
Personality: To be honest, Jacque isn't exactly the most pleasant person to be around. He's almost always moody or otherwise agitated, which largely stems from the fact that he's perpetually hungry for human flesh. Jacque is usually able to contain his urges by eating copious amounts of raw beef or pork laced with human pheromones, however he becomes increasingly hostile the longer he goes without eating, with twelve hours being the longest he can last, at which he lapses into a feral state and attempts to devour any human within reach.
Bio: Originally from Oregon, Jacque was a relatively unremarkable man: he had a simple job, lived in a normal apartment, and was generally just another nameless member of society. The only thing that Jacque did that could be considered mildly exciting was go bar hopping on the weekends, both to drink away work related stress, and possibly meet a nice girl. It was during one of his excursions that he found someone whom he hit it off with extremely well. They continued to meet each other over the next few weeks, progressing from acquaintances, to friends, to a couple at a steady pace. Unfortunately for Jacque however, when his girlfriend talked about how they should consummate their love and be together forever, he had no idea how literal she meant when she said "forever". It was after another date, when things started to get heated that Jacque's girlfriend showed her true colors by stabbing him in the heart with a ceremonial knife she'd hidden beneath her clothes. What Jacque had failed to realize was that he'd hooked up with a bokor, a type of witch that excelled at using voodoo and necromancy. Jacque was resurrected, shackled, and given sentience once more. Understandably, he was pissed, but the magic that kept him tethered to the living world prevented him from harming his mistress, as well as imbued him with a craving for human flesh, which his girlfriend was all too happy to provide in the form of men she tricked into coming home with her. Eventually a local who just so happened to live in Oregon and work for the bureau started paying a bit more attention when people that used to be bar regulars vanished with the same person. An investigation was soon launched, and the bokor woman was of course detained with Jacque in tow. By all rights, Jacque should have been destroyed, however his ability to act on his own accord with his mistress detained, allowed the bureau to use him as an asset. Not that they needed to do much convincing, Jacque was all to happy to quell the supernatural occurrences to spite his ex by working for the same people that arrested her. He's been with the bureau for roughly eight months now.
Real name: Jacque Krauss
Code Name: Grave Robber
Age: 21
Species: ghoul
Appearance: "Why do I hate witches so much? Because I do dammit!" -- He has a large scar where his heart is, as well as several more scars shaped into intricate patterns on his chest and stomach.
Personality: To be honest, Jacque isn't exactly the most pleasant person to be around. He's almost always moody or otherwise agitated, which largely stems from the fact that he's perpetually hungry for human flesh. Jacque is usually able to contain his urges by eating copious amounts of raw beef or pork laced with human pheromones, however he becomes increasingly hostile the longer he goes without eating, with twelve hours being the longest he can last, at which he lapses into a feral state and attempts to devour any human within reach.
Bio: Originally from Oregon, Jacque was a relatively unremarkable man: he had a simple job, lived in a normal apartment, and was generally just another nameless member of society. The only thing that Jacque did that could be considered mildly exciting was go bar hopping on the weekends, both to drink away work related stress, and possibly meet a nice girl. It was during one of his excursions that he found someone whom he hit it off with extremely well. They continued to meet each other over the next few weeks, progressing from acquaintances, to friends, to a couple at a steady pace. Unfortunately for Jacque however, when his girlfriend talked about how they should consummate their love and be together forever, he had no idea how literal she meant when she said "forever". It was after another date, when things started to get heated that Jacque's girlfriend showed her true colors by stabbing him in the heart with a ceremonial knife she'd hidden beneath her clothes. What Jacque had failed to realize was that he'd hooked up with a bokor, a type of witch that excelled at using voodoo and necromancy. Jacque was resurrected, shackled, and given sentience once more. Understandably, he was pissed, but the magic that kept him tethered to the living world prevented him from harming his mistress, as well as imbued him with a craving for human flesh, which his girlfriend was all too happy to provide in the form of men she tricked into coming home with her. Eventually a local who just so happened to live in Oregon and work for the bureau started paying a bit more attention when people that used to be bar regulars vanished with the same person. An investigation was soon launched, and the bokor woman was of course detained with Jacque in tow. By all rights, Jacque should have been destroyed, however his ability to act on his own accord with his mistress detained, allowed the bureau to use him as an asset. Not that they needed to do much convincing, Jacque was all to happy to quell the supernatural occurrences to spite his ex by working for the same people that arrested her. He's been with the bureau for roughly eight months now.
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