MonsieurShade

It's Time For An Adventure!!!!

Jacque winces at the requests for more songs by the patrons of the tavern, but realizing that the bard is being paid for her services, sees an opportunity for another job. He removes himself from his seat and saunters over to the bard, "Play somethin' a bit more soothin' will ya?" he states before producing five gold coins from his vest pocket. He intends to ask Renria if she's a frequent traveler and in need of a guard for her travels, but for now he's just hoping that more gentle music will soothe his headache.

It's Time For An Adventure!!!!

Jacque sits in a stool at the tavern bar facing backwards rather than to the bar itself. There is a deep scowl on his scarred face. He'd slept very little the night before and his head is pounding like a drum. The dhampir continuously balls and relaxes his calloused fists as he surveys the crowd of people for someone that might be in need of his services.

The Ashe City Mysteries (Supernatural Mystery RP)

Mind if I ask what time of day chapter 2 will begin IC? I'm oh so very eager to let Dimitri run rampant again. Given the piss poor day he's had it's bound to get messy~

It's Time For An Adventure!!!!

Adventure time!!!

Broken Liberty

<Snipped quote by MonsieurShade>

That happened to me the other day, a couple dudes from my job somehow got a quarter of a pound of c4 and blew down an old wall, I couldn't hear for half the week.

@Spriggs27

I feel as though I should ask where they even acquired c4 or what sort of job you have that would allow such a substance to be used to blow down walls, but that just raises even more frightening questions.

I do, I have a permanent ring but it isn't from basic it's from now, thanks 240b

@Stryder

Shit's rough man. My first ever trip to the shooting range taught me a valuable lesson in ear protection. Now when I go hunting or range shooting it's electronic muffs all day 'erry day.

Broken Liberty

Anytime man. Got that "EEEEEEEEEE" ringing in your ears yet from firing weapons in basic, or did they actually let you guys wear some decent ear plugs?

It's Time For An Adventure!!!!

Appearance: Jacque stands at roughly six feet one inches tall, as far as face and body type goes, he would look like this, though he would be wearing a sleeveless black leather vest, black leather gauntlets, a loose fitting pair of cotton grey pants, off white wrappings on his feet, and occasionally (such as when traveling through rough/cold/hot terrain) simple black boots. His body is riddled with badly healed scars from countless fights, and his hands and feet are calloused and rough from near constant use.

Name: Jacque Marrow
Class: Brawler/Sellsword
Race: Dhampir
Main Hand: N/A
Off Hand: N/A
Secondary Weapon: A pair of chains slightly longer than his hands and forearms, he wraps these around his knuckles and arms to augment his punches at the risk of injury to himself
Armor Type: Leather
Magic: None
Skills: Intimidation, hand to hand combat, acrobatics
Alignment: Neutral evil
Personality: Years of repetitive blows to the head have left Jacque with post-concussion syndrome, leaving him near constantly irritable due to frequent headaches and disturbed sleeping patterns. He's crude and blunt in his mannerisms and speech, and is more than willing to get into a fight with someone, though he'll rarely be the one to actually pick a fight unless money is involved. He's remarkably intelligent in regards to humanoid anatomy, however outside of that he's not exactly the smartest guy you'll ever meet. Lastly, Jacque is quite amoral, showing total disregard for honor and decency, and is willing to do almost anything for the right price.

It's Time For An Adventure!!!!

Someone called for evil? So be it. Be prepared for punching. Plenty of it. All of it.

Broken Liberty

<Snipped quote by Lexzah>

Same to you, but when duty calls I gotta go

@Stryder

Such is the life of a soldier my friend. The sacrificing of your freetime aside, you're doing your country a great service which is something to be proud of.

The Ashe City Mysteries (Supernatural Mystery RP)

As he passed by the cafe, Dimitri heard an almighty racket from inside, racket that sounded a lot like the firing of a gun. The wendigo stopped briefly and looked over his shoulder to see what it was, his eyes turning from red to blue for a fraction of a second. Dimitri contemplated getting a better look, but decided against hanging around to find out for concern of further irritation. He was in a bad enough mood as is thanks to what had transpired earlier, however there was nothing he could really do about it until nightfall. With a small sigh and a slight scratch of his cheek from discomfort caused by dried blood, Dimitri continued to meander down the street, rubbing his face with his jacket sleeve to remove the dried fluid as he went. His jacket was pretty much a mess, between the blood and oils spilled on it, it was clearly long overdue for a cleaning. All that would have to wait however as Dimitri jogged the rest of the way to his apartment roughly three blocks away to wait for sunset.