MonsieurShade

Kaiju Fighters!

"Leave it to a filthy kaiju to up and bust out some new hacky ability rather than having the good grace to fucking die." A terse and somewhat winded voice grumbled over the radio comms. This voice belonged to one Jacque Howell, a KDF fighter-in-training who was more than a little pissed off at the moment. Having landed with the batch of fighters that came in, Jacque had opted to focus more on helping assure that all civilians in the area had been evacuated when he realized that the kaiju being dealt with was a flyer. As he continued his search, the battle had been taken from the interior of Santa Fe to its outskirts as the creature was brought down, and he'd only been made aware of this after his comm had crackled to life and he spotted it further in the distance.

Jacque had run as fast as his legs could carry him to reach the outskirts of the city, having arrived just after Akane gave her warning. The fighter had spared a moment to catch his breath and make a disparaging comment before actually trying to make a plan of attack.

His attention now solely on combatting the kaiju, Jacque unfurled his whip and started to think. His weapon's lethality was of no use if he couldn't get within a few meters of the creature, and even if he could get airborne, the creature's 'teleportation' would just allow it to evade or counter with an attack of its own. Akiba was firing at the Claw, meaning it would hopefully be forced closer to the ground and be distracted, but it was still pretty unlikely that it would be close enough to attack. The fighter clucked his tongue as he spared a moment to think of each of the abilities of his team mates as he knew them until something clicked in his head courtesy of the arrival of Dennis. "Late? Blink, you showed up just at the right time man. Hey, how good would you say your throwing arm is?". From behind his glasses Jacque's eyes glinted with a somewhat disconcerting level of excitement, one that from a person like himself meant that he was about to do something that had the potential to be a smashing success, or a life threatening failure.

Kaiju Fighters!

Jacque Howell

You think humans aren't at the top of the food chain anymore? Let me show you just how wrong you are, monster.

Name: Jacque Howell
Age: 18
Gender:
Rank: Student
Weapon: A whip made from the tail and skull fragments of Monster X (better known as Kheizer Ghidorah): the weapon extends to about three meters in length with the tip being covered in the serrated bone fragments. As it stands, the weapon displays no immediately unique properties save for the fact that it is extremely elastic and durable and has startlingly high piercing and lacerating capabilities along the tip.
Specialized Enhancement: Heightened reflexes: Jacque's ability to physically react to outside stimulus is more than three times that of a peak level human being. He could pluck the wings from a fly mid flight, or more importantly, crack his whip at just the right time to remove a limb from a target
Personality: Jacque is a somewhat haughty and crude individual fueled by an indomitable will. He holds humanity above all other creatures, believing that they'd long since earned their right to sit at the top of the food chain when they clawed their way out of the mud centuries ago. As such Jacque is prone to showing resentment towards any kaiju he comes across, considering them to be pretenders to the throne. It's no secret that Jacque is ashamed that humanity has had to rely on kaiju such as Godzilla to protect them, and he is absolutely determined to become the sort of soldier needed to put an end to the reliance of monsters as soon as possible.

History: Born in Long Island, New York, Jacque like most americans was always vaguely aware of the existence of kaiju, having learned of them and the misfortune they brought by way of global news channels. As a child he found them to be wonderfully fascinating creatures, like something straight from a comic book. That childlike sense of wonderment would soon be replaced by fear as New York was set upon by its very own Kaiju, Zilla. Jacque's home was torn asunder, forcing his family to pick up what little remained of their old lives and try again in another state entirely so as to forget what had occurred. Everyone tried to pretend it never happened, tried to forget. Everyone but Jacque. What was once a sense of wonder and awe had warped into a resentment towards the creature that destroyed his home, a resentment that he carried well into his teenage years. This resentment would eventually be broadened to include kaiju as a whole rather than just Zilla, with the assaults on the U.S. occurring once more due to the Xilian's control over Rhodan and Kumonga. The straw that finally broke the camel's back however wasn't a battle; it was the fact that there was positive reception of Godzilla and his actions after all was said an done. It sickened him to see people praise a monster that had taken countless lives as a hero. When word of a squadron made to specifically combat kaiju was in the works, Jacque was practically the first in line to sign up. This is were his story begins.

Kaiju Fighters!

Apologies for my lack of attentiveness, got caught up with work, then had to edit my CS since I made a few minor errors when I did the bio. Nothing major, just used the wrong name in a spot or two. I'll have my first post up momentarily.

Kaiju Fighters!

Looky what we got here.

My CS

You think humans aren't at the top of the food chain anymore? Let me show you just how wrong you are, monster.

Name: Jacque Howell
Age: 18
Gender:
Rank: Student
Weapon: A whip made from the tail and skull fragments of Monster X (better known as Kheizer Ghidorah): the weapon extends to about three meters in length with the tip being covered in the serrated bone fragments. As it stands, the weapon displays no immediately unique properties save for the fact that it is extremely elastic and durable and has startlingly high piercing and lacerating capabilities along the tip.
Specialized Enhancement: Heightened reflexes: Jacque's ability to physically react to outside stimulus is more than three times that of a peak level human being. He could pluck the wings from a fly mid flight, or more importantly, crack his whip at just the right time to remove a limb from a target
Personality: Jacque is a somewhat haughty and crude individual fueled by an indomitable will. He holds humanity above all other creatures, believing that they'd long since earned their right to sit at the top of the food chain when they clawed their way out of the mud centuries ago. As such Jacque is prone to showing resentment towards any kaiju he comes across, considering them to be pretenders to the throne. It's no secret that Jacque is ashamed that humanity has had to rely on kaiju such as Godzilla to protect them, and he is absolutely determined to become the sort of soldier needed to put an end to the reliance of monsters as soon as possible.

History: Born in Long Island, New York, Jacque like most americans was always vaguely aware of the existence of kaiju, having learned of them and the misfortune they brought by way of global news channels. As a child he found them to be wonderfully fascinating creatures, like something straight from a comic book. That childlike sense of wonderment would soon be replaced by fear as New York was set upon by its very own Kaiju, Zilla. Jacque's home was torn asunder, forcing his family to pick up what little remained of their old lives and try again in another state entirely so as to forget what had occurred. Everyone tried to pretend it never happened, tried to forget. Everyone but Jacque. What was once a sense of wonder and awe had warped into a resentment towards the creature that destroyed his home, a resentment that he carried well into his teenage years. This resentment would eventually be broadened to include kaiju as a whole rather than just Zilla, with the assaults on the U.S. occurring once more due to the Xilian's control over Rhodan and Kumonga. The straw that finally broke the camel's back however wasn't a battle; it was the fact that there was positive reception of Godzilla and his actions after all was said an done. It sickened him to see people praise a monster that had taken countless lives as a hero. When word of a squadron made to specifically combat kaiju was in the works, Jacque was practically the first in line to sign up. This is were his story begins.

Kaiju Fighters!

@Cuccoruler Alright, cool. Seems like Zilla still gets no love, lol.

Kaiju Fighters!

Is this role play still accepting kaiju? I get the feeling that i'm going to catch a metric ton of flak for this, but I kinda sorta...wanna make a Zilla jr Cs. Please don't hang me. Zilla may have been pretty awful, but they sort of redeemed the idea of Zilla with his son in the animated series. Though I could always just stick to making a human with a kaiju weapon instead.

Hell on Earth

Dimitri let out a heavily exaggerated sigh as he stepped behind the gate. He should have expected Brett to get down to brass tacks the moment he laid eyes on his partner, "Hey Dimitri, how have you been? How was your trip? Why thank you for asking, i'm doing fine and the trip was lovely. Saw the sights, shot people, got shot at. You know the deal." The bounty hunter said sardonically as he entered the garage. Both he and Brett had reputations that preceded them, however the difference in their lifestyles had lead to the two having different levels of infamy, as well as attitudes and methods. Brett was always a bit more serious and brutal than Dimitri, he needed to be considering he took bounties on a slightly more local level than Dimitri, that meant he was well known in the area and had to resort to methods viewed as extreme even in the wastelands. Dimitri on the other hand was more laid back and focused on being crafty rather than outgunning the opposition when it came to how he did his work, his lifestyle had afforded him the luxury of some anonymity in most other states in exchange for the luxury of having a home.

As it currently stood, the only places where Dimitri was more easily recognized were Pennsylvania, Maryland, and Virginia, and it was only due to the fact that he would frequently pass through those states as he attempted to work his way down the bible belt. "You know, some would find your lack of personal greetings to be rude." Dimitri said rather bluntly as he tossed the string of fingers onto the computer desk and unceremoniously flopped onto the floor. Dimitri stifled a yawn and stretched, hoping the action would disguise the shakes he was getting from ant nectar withdrawal as a shudder from the stretching.

Hell on Earth

@Master Crim Yeah man, long time no see. Hope all's well with you.

Dragonball: Warriors of Time

Found myself worrying about that as well. I hope that this actually continues.

Hell on Earth

A figure quietly moved through a neighborhood that at one point had undoubtedly been a bustling neighborhood filled with all sorts of people. Some good, some bad, some a bit of both, though that hardly mattered now. The lines between good and bad were a thing of the past, having long since been trampled, blurred, and smeared in the blood of those who would do anything to survive. People like the man moving listlessly through the neighborhood as if he were sight seeing. Physically speaking, the man was fairly unremarkable in appearance; his clothes were covered in a combination of dirt, tears, and sloppily sewn together patches to cover even larger tears. His face was just as rugged as his clothing, covered in bandages and scars that, while considered tame -even mundane- in this day and age, would have made most cross the street to avoid him several centuries ago. The only thing on this man that was actually worthy of being given pause was the string of severed fingers that was tied around his neck, seven in total, and all of them in various states of decay.

The man snorted and spat onto the pavement as he approached a fenced in garage, casting a weary glance at the turret, protectron, and Mister Gutsy as they took aim at him. The man held his breath for a moment, wondering if perhaps he would be mistaken for an intruder rather than an ally. The breath would be blown out quite audibly as one by one the machines would turn away from him and resume their previous activities. "Those things are going to malfunction any day now, I swear..." He muttered as he reached out and rattled the gate, "Hey Brett, you in there man? It's me Dimitri! Turned out West Virginia was a treasure trove!" He shouted, heedless of whomever would be around to hear. The man -Dimitri- pulled the finger necklace from around his neck, not even flinching at the scent of decay that emanated from the digits. Dimitri had long since become adjusted to the smell of rotted flesh and death, it came with the territory after all. Even if he were still squeamish about the smell, the fourteen hundred caps to be received for turning in all of the fingers was more that enough to make him put up with it for a while. Dimitri smirked as he jingled the string of fingers for a bit, pleased with his work. With seven hundred caps to be split between Brett and himself Dimitri figured that he could potentially squeeze a night or two of food and refuge out of Brett before he moved on again, maybe even a bottle of whiskey to boot if he caught Brett in a good mood.