MonsieurShade

Monsters Hotel

<Snipped quote by oakman> well for a plot heres a bunch of cool things, 1 the place was raided by a hostile faction, Say it be a Lone dude with a crossbow, a military faction dedicated to killing vampires, Monster gangs, Poorly written Mary Sues characters 2 Games, games that involves the losers dying and the winners winning or something 3 SUDDENLY, MURDER MYSTERY

@nerminator

What about a group of inquisitors under the order of a church coming in to search for heresy and monsters? If this is taken under consideration I would just like to request that the inquisitors be spanish. After all, no one expects the spanish inquisition. ... ... I do not regret making that joke. Whether or not it's terrible is regardless of this fact.

Monsters Hotel

After dropping Jack off in front of his door, Cain had little trouble finding his own room just one floor down. With all the ghosts flitting around the halls Cain found it a bit troublesome trying to teleport and ultimately just stuck to walking, however it was worth it when he finally entered the room and flopped onto the bed. The wendigo had to admit that despite the sheer insanity displayed by some of the patrons, the hotel was quite nice. The room had a sort of old gothic look to it, not quite Cain's cup of tea, however the bed was quite comfortable. He would've fallen asleep right then and there, however the silence in his room was shattered by a low groaning sound that emanated from Cain's stomach. Cain let out a heavy sigh, he was hungry, and not the normal human kind of hungry. The sensation in his stomach was cold and persistent. "That time of the month already huh? Shit." He said to no one in particular as he rolled off of his bed and started walking towards the door. It was a hotel for monsters, that meant that Lord Da Gravee must have had some human flesh somewhere in the building. Cain left his room and trotted back downstairs, eager to ask Da Gravee about whether or not this celebration would include meals. He could hear more sounds coming from the hotel's bar, however it seemed as though a majority of the yelling was done. Cain spotted Da Gravee and pursed his lips to whistle, then, remembering how one of the ghosts freaked out at him for doing it earlier, opted to just walk behind Da Gravee and clear his throat softly.

Broken Liberty

Name: Sebastian Lockleer (Answers to Seb or Sebby depending on familiarity)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Merfolk hybrid
Nationality: A cluster of large islands in the Northeast that have united under the banner and name of "Aqueous"

Personality: Sebastian is, for the most part, a man of even temper and patience, both of which have been honed from years of hunting. He can be a bit crude and blunt in the way he interacts with others, however this is more so from the fact that his people are big on expressing their opinions straight up rather than from him simply being rude for the sake of it. Being a hunter, Sebastian is a firm believer in leaving nothing to waste, and can in fact become somewhat irate should a person willingly waste food or other resources in his presence. Sebastian is remarkably good at working with technology, however he rarely ever shows it. Sebastian cares deeply for his brother, and often tries to act as a barrier between him and whatever happens to piss Jacque off at the time, be it for the safety of the object of Jacque's ire, or Jacque himself.

History: Sebastian was born in the easternmost island of Aqueous where the devastation and violence of the war had been minimal due to the savage storms and rough seas making the island difficult to reach. The humans that had settled in this land had long since formed a strong bond with the merfolk natives, so much so that crossbreeding was viewed as completely normal between the species, and many buildings were designed to allow the comfort of both species. Sebastian is one such example of crossbreeding, being the son of a human engineer and a merfolk hunter. During a large part of his childhood Sebastian's father attempted to get him involved in engineering as he wanted his son to have a stable and prosperous future. The boy took these lessons well enough, however he never really liked his father's line of work, and instead fell in with his mother, choosing to make his living by taking in the bounty of nature. Upon reaching adulthood, Sebastian had grown tired of the island life, and decided to take his chances out in the world, hopping from place to place for a few years before he found himself trapped in Eurion thanks to the civil war. He's been stuck in place for a few months now and has kept a roof over his head by hunting the local wildlife and selling their pelts, meat, and bones to pay for lodging, though he's eager to find a way to stop the war so he can continue his travels.

Weapons: A collapsible harpoon and a thin but surprisingly durable exosuit that enhances his strength and reflexes; it uses nanotech to expand or shrink around the user and takes the form of an armband when in standby mode
Equipment: His suit, harpoon, a large bag with two changes of clothes, and a skinning and filleting knife

Powers: Superhuman strength and agility (about on par with say, a jaguar), *protogills
Appearance:

In his Exosuit

Out of his exosuit

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He stands at 6'0", has green eyes, and his incisors and lateral incisors are triangular and slightly serrated like a great white shark's teeth would be.

**His half merfolk biology means that he lacks the true gills that his mother would have, instead he has several gill like slits below his jaw line that can take in some oxygen from the water around him. He can use these protogills to stay under water for roughly an hour, but after this he absolutely has to surface. Think of it like the reverse version of an arapaima, which have protolungs to let them come to the surface and gulp air in oxygen poor water.

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Name: Jacque Lockleer
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Merfolk Hybrid
Nationality: Aqueous

Personality: Jacque is a less than friendly individual. Post concussion syndrome brought on by years of repetitive blows to the head have left him with frequent headaches and disturbed sleeping patterns, making him near constantly irritable. Where as Sebastian generally avoids conflict, Jacque relishes it and won't think twice about attempting to cripple or outright kill an opponent. He's not really one for conversation, however unlike his younger brother, Jacque knows precisely whether or not he's being offensive when he actually does open his mouth to speak. He's quite protective and proud of his brother, however Jacque is not the best at expressing fondness which leads him to become frustrated and lash out as a coping mechanism.

History: Jacque's life started out more or less the same as his brother's did, with the notable exception being the career path his chose. Rather than hanging around his mother and his father to pick up on their trades, Jacque took to a more combative field to suit his tastes, one that offered a more expedient way to make money. This is to say, he became a freelance fighter, taking part in all manner of fights, some legal, others, not so much. Through the years he honed his skills, picking up many different techniques as he traveled in search of greater foes and monetary gain. Things continued like this for quite a while until he ran into his brother in Eurion and managed to get himself stranded there as well. He's been sticking to the underground fighting rings to make his cash.

Weapons:

Modified ice axe

Equipment: His weapon, the clothing he wears, and a first aid kit

Powers: Superhuman strength and agility (he's much stronger than his brother, about on par with a fully grown grizzly bear), protogills

Appearance:

Jacque

- he stands at 6'4" and weighs approximately two hundred and ten pounds, his teeth are much like his brother's.

Broken Liberty

The shade hath been summoned. Expect my character sheet momentarily~

Monsters Hotel

I am liking the direction of the RP, I hope it goes like this for quite some time, writing in this RP is as fun as reading the posts! I know I started this as a laid back fun thing, but if you guys want a plot down the line let me know.

@oakman

I'm completely content with the way things are rolling thus far given that you stated this was meant to be humorous. If a plot happens a long in the future however i'm cool with that too.

The Many Adventures of the Life Guards (Shade and Diz)

Zuma beach - Malibu, California

For many people, the beaches of Malibu were a perfect getaway, clear seas, white sandy beaches, and a board walk simply chock full of stores and restaurants for those looking to shop, grab a bite, and get out of the sun for a bit. It was certainly not the sort of place one would expect "Jesus christ, where did they go? Shit, did you see what happened to Ivan?!", to be the start of a conversation, nor would one expect "FUCK Ivan, we gotta get out of here before we get caught next!" as a follow up. This was indeed a conversation however, and it was taking place between a pair of men right now as they tore through the boardwalk on a pair of quad bikes, forcing people to flee lest they be run down. These two men -originally three- had decided to hold up a particularly popular burger joint for some fast cash. What they found instead of a quick buck and possibly some boardwalk fries, was resistance in the form of one very disgruntled patron. "Javelin!" A coarse voice snarled seconds before a section of the boardwalk exploded, showering a few patrons with slivers of wood and bits of sand. The men came to a halt and began looking around frantically, trying to find the source of the explosion, they didn't have to search very long; "Up here dipsticks.". The men's heads snapped up to find the harsh gaze of one Dimitri Santos, better known locally as Pulse bearing down on them like a hawk. Dimitri held his hand in the air, index finger still extended, his other hand -this one cybernetic- rested firmly on his hip. "Twenty five minutes. That's how long I waited to get my seat. TWENTY. FIVE .MINUTES. And the moment I get a seat, you guys decided that it was a good day to rob the place! A couple of fuckin' rocket scientists the two of you are. Banks and tourists galore and you choose a burger joint.". One of the men tried to pull off suddenly, figuring he might get some distance before Pulse reacted. What happened instead was that he found himself going airborne as Pulse blew off one of the tires with a bit more power than necessary, "Oh no, you're going to sit there and listen to me call you an idiot some more! Any attempts at escape will turn this into you sitting there trying not to pass out from having your legs shattered!". Dimitri continued to hurl insults at the men, many of which were colorful combinations of words that caused nearby parents to cover their children's ears.

Monsters Hotel

Cain sneered a bit at the ghost who referred to him as a dog, he would have made a retort were it not for the hotel's owner stepping in and telling him what he wanted to know. "Thank you very much." He said, adding in an apology for whistling as an afterthought. Cain raised Jack a bit higher so as not to have his shoes dragging across the floor, "Come on you, before you bleed out on the carpet. If that fancy chick in red's titles aren't just a jumble of words some sycophant used to get on her good side, she might try to drink you.", Cain winced as he heard Avalai screaming from the bar, "Assuming she doesn't go postal before she takes notice of you.". With little else to say, the wendigo made his way towards the stairs with his luggage and Jack firmly in his grip. Upon reaching the base, Cain looked around to ensure no one was paying him any mind, then lightly gripped Jack's head so that Jack could not look back at him, "Sorry for the roughness. This only works if i'm not being seen." Cain explained quickly to quell any concerns Jack might have had. The world blurred as Cain teleported up the first flight of stairs, followed by the second, then the third. Without wasting any more time than necessary, Cain found room 303 and gently plopped Jack in front of the door, "By the way, if you're going to return the shirt I used to stop your bleeding, please wash it first. Just because i'm a monster does not mean I'm against the finer concepts of hygiene and sanitation.". With that, Cain spun on his heel and began making his way back towards the stairs to drop his bag into his room.

The Many Adventures of the Life Guards (Shade and Diz)

I second this declaration. I shall have my first post up shortly.

Monsters Hotel

"Get away from whom exactly? Y'know what, don't answer that. I'm pretty sure I don't want to know. Just hold still." Cain said as he tucked three fingers into Jack's collar and lifted him up. Thanks to years of hunting down and overpowering people to eat, Jack was practically a feather in his arms, then again, being a monster and having the strength to go with it certainly didn't hurt either. Cain took a moment to talk to the receptionist about acquiring a room, making an effort to stay out of the way of The Red Queen's thralls as he grabbed his key and checked Jack's. "A whole floor above me. Goddamn it, you're lucky i've gotten soft in my years." Cain muttered with a hint of annoyance as he proceeded to walk around the desk. He made it approximately three steps before something dawned on him, prompting the wendigo to turn and whistle in the direction of Lord Da Gravee. The sound of the whistle carried through the lobby for a bit, sounding more like a howling gust of wind than an actual whistle, "Er...sorry t'bug you sir, but could you tell me were rooms...lemme see..." he trailed off as he double checked the keys, "Oh yeah, rooms 303 and 204 are? I'd like to drop this guy off and get settled if possible.".

Monsters Hotel

So many monsters have arrived~ So much meat.... As penance for not posting in just a lengthy stretch of time due to work, I come bearing a fun fact: According to the comics, Xenomorphs (John Doe's species) despite their fearsome appearance are actually herbivores by nature. They use their secondary mouth not only as a weapon, but as a tool to crack the exteriors of nuts that grow on xenomorph prime. This message has be brought to you all in part by Uselessbutfuninfo Enterprises and OhgodwhatamIdoingwithmylife Incorporated.