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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 sat back in his chair and drained the rest of his drink in one go. Everything was ready, his blueprints were loaded, he'd already hacked into the security feed for the bank he was set to hit, and his ride would be showing up any second. As if on cue, a grey volkswagen camper pulled into the parking lot, prompting Jacque to close his laptop, shove everything into his back pack, and walk out of the door. Rather than walking directly towards the van, Jacque kept his head low and walk around the building before crouching behind a trashcan. Once there, he pulled two things from his bag, the first being a simple green baseball cap, and the second being a black silken mask with eyeholes and a golden spiderweb pattern. Jacque donned both of these and made his way back to the van, nodding to the driver who unlocked the door and allowed him inside of the vehicle. Jacque, now Orb Weaver, was greeted by four men in the back of the van, each brandishing either an assault rifle or a shot gun as well as duffel bags. "Nice to see you boys came prepared." Orb Weaver all but purred as he closed the doors behind him and took a seat. The driver turned and looked at the young man expectantly whilst puffing a cigarette, "Yeah, we're prepared, what about you?" he asked tersely. Orb Weaver recoiled in an exaggerated manner, acting as if the question hurt him, "If I didn't know better, i'd assume you'd pegged me for an amateur.". The young villain quickly reached out and snatched the cigarette from the driver's mouth, relishing in the look of surprise he received as he lifted his mask and took a long drag, "Don't worry about me, i've already covered the essentials. If everything goes according to plan we'll be in and out before any police or supers arrive." Orb Weaver explained prior to blowing out a cloud of smoke. Orb Weaver smirked, pulled his mask back down, and placed the cigarette between the driver's lips again. "I'll have everything you need downloaded to your PDAs before we reach our location. Let's be off then, yes?". The driver glared at Orb Weaver for a bit, then sighed and pulled out of the parking lot, ready to get the mission done if only to be rid of Orb Weaver.
Once on the surface once more, Jacque's nose crinkled as the smell of stagnating water and rotting foliage hit him in full force. The air was hot and humid, sticking the ranger's clothing to his body with moisture almost immediately. He felt mud squelch beneath his boots, sucking his feet a few inches into the mud before he had the chance to pull them free with a bit of effort. It was at this moment that Jacque remembered why he disliked traveling through swamps. "Well given the stickiness of the muck we're standing in, it's not likely that we'll be able to sneak up on the beast. A pity, frontal assaults can be risky when the opponent has the advantage.". Jacque slowly slid his left foot forward and experimentally pressed into the mud, ensuring that he wouldn't sink in too deeply before stepping down and repeating the process with his right foot. The ranger continued with the somewhat awkward method of locomotion, ignoring the feeling of water soaking his pants and flowing into his boots as he made his way deeper into the swamp.
""May"? You definitely need to see a medic of some sort. I'm really sorry 'bout the headbutt. It was a heat of the moment thing, y'know battle rage going and, well, sorry." Dimitri said sheepishly as he started to help her walk out of the door. He wasn't sure if most of what he'd said had gotten through to Molly given her condition, however Dimitri still felt it was necessary to apologize a few times for what he'd done, and in all likely hood he'd do it again once Molly was patched up. The cyborg, having memorized the more important sections of the school along with his class locations with the help of a map he'd snagged prior to orientation, paused to recall where precisely the med bay was. It took a few seconds, but the location came to him, "You're in luck, we're not too far from the infirmary. A few halls down and you'll be back to normal in no time champ.". Giving the co-headmaster a small nod, Dimitri helped Molly exit the class and gently guided her with a nudge to the left and down the hall.
"That would be the long short of it, yes. There are very few things in fae swamps that aren't deadly." Jacque said as he drew his short blade and examined it before sliding it back into the sheath. The ranger eyed Zecurst and nodded, "Indeed. Your scales will provide a nice means of defense, but take care to ensure that nothing crawls into your nose or ears. It's a devil of a time trying to remove something living from your nasal passages, I know that from experience." he said whilst repressing a small shudder. Jacque looked at the group before him, they all seemed more than capable of handling themselves, so this didn't seem as though he'd have to watch over them, "Let's be off then, yes?" he said before making his way top side.
Mariner Avenue, down town Happy Harbor "Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride, nobody gonna slow me down, oh no, I got to keep on movin'~" Jacque sang quietly as he sat cross legged at a table in a small coffee shop tapping away at his computer with one hand whilst clutching a hazelnut macchiato with the other. This scene was hardly something new in such an establishment considering the fact that free wifi was offered, however unlike most of the other patrons, Jacque wasn't simply sitting there trying to look important and just browsing social networks or watching videos. The man uncrossed his legs and recrossed them in the opposite direction as he put the finishing touches on a new computer virus he had designed while waiting for the payment for the last job he'd done to go through. There was a soft pinging sound in his headphones, momentarily interrupting the music he was listening to, though he hardly minded considering what the ping meant. He brought up his email with a few types and smirked at the new message, denoting his payment for his services. 'That's a lot of zeroes.' He mused as his sipped his coffee and smirked. Despite having just been payed, Jacque was already hard at work downloading blueprints in a separate window for a bank heist he'd agreed to help pull off. "This is gonna be a good week.".
As the class came to an end, Dimitri slowly got to his feet and grimaced as he realized that a few sparks were emanating from his left wrist whenever he bent it in one direction. "Something tells me that isn't going to be the only difficult repair." He sighed before beginning to plan out how to ask James to make him some new parts without being overbearing. Dimitri was about to walk out of the door, however the slurred speech and appearance of Molly froze him in his tracks. The cyborg felt a wave of shame wash over him when he played back what he'd done to her in his mind. His repairs would have to wait, Dimitri needed to make things right, "Don't worry 'bout it guys, I guy her." Dimtri said to Ariella and James before walking over to Molly and helping her get steady the same way he'd helped Violet, "C'mon, we need to get you to the infirmary. You can still get your hammer, but let's try not to wait any further than that to get you checked out.".
You're accepting a Captain Marvel like character, how is my character more powerful? And I made him a hero because I want to play a conflicted hero who is constantly struggling against the darkness within him. It's all about the struggle between good and evil within him
Personally speaking, I rather like the character concept you came up with. Sadly I lack the power of a GM or Co-Gm, however I can still vouch for you by pointing out that although Warlock is magically adept, you've stated that he's not very physically domineering. Enough to get by if need be yes, but it seems as though that's as far as you intended it to go, of course I could just be making assumptions. The idea of him being a harbinger of doom that wants to do good is a tad cliche, but can be refreshing if done right, i.e. less angst and gloom and more behaving like a human being who can see what he can become and is desperately trying to not be what others expect. It would be reasonable to assume that the conflicting nature residing within Warlock paired with the fact that Dr.Fate is watching over him would mean that he's not going to go haphazardly flinging his powers about at will. Perhaps you could have a charge up and cool down time for some of your more dangerous spells or maybe a limit to how much you can dish out per a set period of time, but outside of that I see a fairly balanced and potentially interesting character.
Apologies if it seems as though I took the reigns for the group adventure into the swamp. I just wanted to help flesh out the area that tehy would be entering a bit and got carried away.
Apparently, James had gone ahead of them, far ahead of them, and finished the tunnel, so he came walking back in human form. "The tunnel is done. We're about 50 yards from the swamp."
Jacque stopped and nodded approvingly and sniffed the air again, detecting the scent of peat moss and stagnant water up ahead, "You're quite the adept digger, dragonspawn. If I didn't know it was you I would've assumed that a wurm had dug this hole, well done." he said before swallong the mint leaf in his mouth and producing another one to chew on. "Now, before we surface, I should warn you lot of what dwells within the swamp.", Jacque reached out to the side and grabbed a fistful of dirt, "The soil in the swamp is not like the soil you'll find at the beach or in the forest. It's extremely muddy and sticky, and will start to suck you down if you stand in one place for too long. In some spots the muck will be a bit deeper than others, if you get stuck do NOT struggle, you strength will only cause you to sink quicker. You'll find that the spots were the muck is deepest with have a series of bubbles from trapped air pockets coming to the surface.". Jacque dropped the soil and dusted off his hands, "The next issue will be the plant life. There will be any number of dangerous plants, like razor grass, noose vines, or thorn bushes, and even a few berry bushes that produce poison fruits and attract all manner of dangerous insects with their flowers. Speaking of insects, unlike the larger animals that were smart enough to flee, these creatures will still be around, and without their predators milling about, they'll be out in full force. These are creatures that are loaded with extremely toxic stings and bites formed by years of defending themselves from predation, so try to avoid them if you can. Lastly, if you hear a loud buzzing sound or see what appears to be a black cloud approaching, run as quickly as you can or duck under the water for as long as you can. That "cloud" will be a swarm made up of a particularly nasty species of fly native to this island. If they catch you they'll burrow into your flesh and drain you of your blood, and that's if you're lucky. If you're not, they'll end up drinking enough to incapacitate you, then lay eggs inside your body. The larvae that hatch are prone to digging into bone to feed on your marrow rather than just blood or tissue. If that happens it'll take weeks to die, and it'll be agonizing every step of the way. I've seen this first hand, and personally, i'd sooner slit my own throat than sit through that.". Jacque let his words hang in the damp air as he stared down each member of the rag tag group.
Name: Jacque Montesquieu Alias: Orb Weaver Age: 19 Personality: A skilled puppeteer and weaver of lies, it's hard to figure exactly what kind of person Jacque is. He's extremely good at faking emotion and is known to be rather manipulative, using his feminine appearance, silver tongue, and a loose set of morals to get whatever he wants. Jacque generally prefers to allow others to do the dirty work for him, though he's not opposed to getting his hands dirty if need be. That being said, he's smart enough to run rather than fight if he gets the chance. As far as villains go, Jacque is a bit unique in that despite being a skilled liar, he strongly believes in honoring agreements, and will carry a grudge against a deal breaker to the grave. He bears no animosity towards heroes and will even work with them if they simply ask, though he'll expect some sort of favor in return at a later date. Powers: Slightly below peak human physical condition, 180 I.Q. Abilities: Adept at hacking and deception, black belt in Silat martial arts Hero Or Villain: Villain Appearance: Click me Crush: None Relationship Status: None Short Bio: As far as origins go Jacque's tale isn't particularly flashy. He's was raised in a normal neighborhood by normal parents, with the only variation between his life and your average child's being his education. Being considered a genius thanks to his I.Q., Jacque was able to blaze through his grade school years and even receive an associates degree in computer programming by the time he reached sixteen. Unfortunately for Jacque, it all bored him. The day to day humdrum of normal life was suffocating and beyond unbearable for the boy. His first crime was small: Hack a small budding company and sap them of their funds. From there the crimes escalated through the years as he finished college, and by nineteen he was taking jobs from shadier companies to technologically cripple the competition and assist in the orchestration of robberies or espionage by mobsters and other unsavory sorts of people. Other: He keeps a pet false water cobra named Remi and lives in a two bedroom flat in the downtown area. We are YOUNG Theme song: Spider8ite
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