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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Indeed it is my friend :)
Oh goody, an RP in which I get to reprise my role as a villain! What better way to start off my return to the RPGuild?
Name: Dimitri Lockhart
Alias: Decibel
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Skills: He's extremely adept in mechanical repairs (something he was forced to become due to his enhancements), a relatively decent boxer, and a good cook
(Fight styles, languages learnt, etc.)
Powers: His palms have built in speakers that can produce sound waves. He is able to freely alter the frequency of the sounds, and can have them range from below 20Hz to an eardrum bursting 150dB, with his maximum sound output resting squarely at 354dB. His body has been augmented to (mostly) withstand the devastating amount of pressure and loudness he can produce, making him pretty durable.
(If any)
Equipment: A small repair kit that he keeps to patch himself up in the field, contents include: a pair of pliers, a miniature screwdriver with interchangeable heads, a wrench, and a roll of nickels
Personality: Dimitri comes off as a pretty laid back and jovial guy who seemingly prefers to live a hedonistic sort of lifestyle, though those that pay close attention are able to note that there's a melancholy air about him. Many would believe this to mean he's lazy or inept, however Decibel is shown to have a remarkably strong work ethic provided he believes there will be a worthwhile reward for his work.
History: Dimitri's early life could best be described as unorthodox. He parents both had contracts with the U.S. military, his father working as a designer for new and innovative weapons systems up to but not limited to experimental combat based cybernetic enhancements both lethal and nonlethal, and his mother a designer and engineer for prosthetic limbs and organs for wounded soldiers. The contracts that his parents had meant that Dimitri was well off in terms of money, but rarely actually got to see his parents, which developed several hobbies and a minor deviant streak in the boy. Shoplifting, vandalism, drinking, Dimitri tried his hand at anything that wouldn't land him a felony. He was coming home from a late night party with some friends, when the inebriated driver of the vehicle he was in collided with a speeding semi truck. Just barely clinging to life when paramedics arrived, Dimitri's parents were told that his likely hood of surviving was slim. For the first time since his birth, Dimitri's parents completely stopped their work and devoted all of their time to bringing their son back from the brink of death, taking the briefest of moments to do what their contracts required before ferociously returning to their son's aid. His mother eventually stopped working all together, devoting all of her time to fixing her child, his father however, was more reluctant about losing his investments, and with deadlines breathing down his neck, began to use his son as a guinea pig of sorts for his latest project whenever Dimitri's mother rested. It took well over a year, and cost Dimitri's family nearly every penny they owned, but Dimitri was finally brought back from near death. The reunion was short lived as his mother, now out of her manic mindset and frantic desire to see her son healthy, recognized some of her husband's designs in Dimitri's body and flew into a rage. There was constant fighting between his parents from that point, and with the added stress of being near broke and trying to adjust to his new body, Dimitri opted to leave home. For months he lived alone, hopping from place to place and stealing what he needed to survive, all the while learning how to use the abilities that came with his new body. He was eventually picked up by the H.I.V.E.
Appearance: [Decibel](http://wyv1.deviantart.com/art/canned-beefcake-349160895)
(picture or description)
Other: His augmentations are water proof, but are weak to magnets and electrical discharges- H.I.V.E. Five
*carefully realigning spine* Yup, i'm indeed alive. I really am sorry for just vanishing, however my new job doesn't provide the same leniency as my old job, meaning no more bringing in my laptop in case of a slow day at work. Couple that with a home change and another rousing round of "dump your money into the educational pit of despair for another semester", and time sort of slips from you. If i'm being completely honest, i'd completely forgotten about this site in the midst of it all until I was going through my bookmarked pages and noticed RPGuild again. It was one of those, "Oh shit, I can't believe I forgot about this" sort of moments ^^". But enough about my drama, i'm glad to hear you're still truckin' along as they say.
*bursts from the ground* GRAH! Holy hell, that sucked. -ahem- Howdy ho, folks! Sorry for my prolonged disappearance. Between work, classes, and another recent move I found myself having to cut back on a lot of the internet funsies in favor of getting all my bases covered and ensuring that I could continue having a roof over my head and money in my pocket. How's life been going for my favorite lot of miscreants?
Jacque snorted with contempt at Haru, however rather than taking any further action he simply nodded at Alastair, the proposition of food in his stomach taking the some of the edge off of his temper. "Fine." He said with a heavy sigh before turning his attention to the director that had initiated the simulation, "Not trying to sound rude or insubordinate here, but is there anything else that you want to say to us or not? Because if you don't, i'd like to leave to get a bite to eat with your permission.".
Not a problem. I should've said something earlier honestly.
Despite following his partner as he moved, Jacque was disappointed to learn that he was too slow to catch the siren as she was dispatched by another agent. As this was still Jacque, the disappointment was quick to give way to agitation as the person responsible for the deed walked back towards a few others, "We were supposed to CAPTURE the damn thing, not kill it you fucking idiot!" Jacque snarled tersely. An ironic statement if there ever was one considering Jacque would've likely tried to eat the siren if he caught her, however as it was not the case, his hunger only fueled his anger further. The ghoul, teeth gritted and arms now crossed, reigned in his temper long enough to give the affirmation of acceptance to the agent in regards to his partner, though he still glared at Haru out of the corner of his eye.
As he trailed further into the forest to find a suitable camping spot, Dimitri had partially lost himself in humming a small tune and wondering just what he was doing in the "real world" while hallucinating. It was only when he noticed the sounds around him, or rather the distinct lack of them. The hairs stood up on Dimitri's neck as he pulled off his bag and removed from it one stick and his fire flint. Working quickly while he still had a little sunlight left, Dimitri tore away part of his sleeve and wrapped it around the stick before striking the flint against his axe's head to ignite the cloth. It was risky to make a fire in an unfamiliar environment, however, without it Dimitri knew he'd be blind if he didn't set up camp soon. Shouldering his bag once more, Dimitri kept his axe in his left hand and raised the torch he made with his right before rearing back and driving the axe into a nearby tree, then ripping it out, "A little something the mark the way." Dimitri said to himself before moving on once more, stopping every few yards to repeat the action with his axe.
sorry for my extended absence, i've been quite busy these last few weeks, and it doesn't seem as though it'll let up soon. I'll post when I can, however, if my character is required for something -say for example, his input is required-, then I give full permission for him to be used by anyone who requires him at the time so long as they are mindful and tell me what he's done upon my returns.
As he walked through a slightly wooded area, Dimitri's ears perked every now and then with each sound he heard in the undergrowth. Whats more, it seemed as though the concept of day and night still applied even in what he thought to be a hallucination, as evidenced by the waning light. Peyote high or no, Dimitri was still a trained survivalist, and as such he would act like one and begin to collect the necessary tools to set up a camp for the night whilst simultaneously covering his tracks. Tucking the handle of his axe between his book bag and back, Dimitri began to collect dry wood to make a fire. While doing this he made sure to spit on and smear with dirt the ends of the branches that he snapped, giving the appearance that whatever had come by had long since passed. Once he felt that he'd collected enough sticks, Dimitri awkwardly opened and shoved everything into his bag without removing it before once more brandishing his axe, "That covers wood for traps and fires, now to find a place to hunker down..." he mused aloud as he wandered further into the forest, keeping his ears trained on any little sound around him. Dimitri, like many other survivalists, knew that he wouldn't have to worry too much so long as there was activity in the forest. It was when things went dead silent that he would start to worry.
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