MonsieurShade

Power Research Laboratory (PRL)

As he entered the building Jacque could hear voices chattering away somewhere in a room down the hall and to his right. The man's brow quirked a bit as he made note of the particularly youthful quality of some of them. 'Never would've guessed that they'd allow kids in here. Must be take your kid to work day or something.' He mused before stopping to remember where he was to go. It took a few seconds to figure out, however Jacque's decision to try and memorize the map for the last three nights before coming finally payed off. He walked briskly down the hall, taking in the almost sterile cleanliness of the facility as he took a right at the end of the hall.

As the voices happened to be emanating from the direction he was heading towards, Jacque found himself wondering if perhaps he was wrong about the 'take your kid to work day' thing. His answer would have to wait as he was stopped in his tracks by what he assumed to be a scientist hurdling towards a pair of young girls in one of the examination rooms. "The fuck?" Jacque said rather flatly under his breath as he watched Zarr flail his way towards the females while screaming friend repeatedly. Jacque would never admit it, but now he was beginning to worry about being imbued with his powers, especially if said powers required someone like that guy standing over him with a scalpel or syringe.

Power Research Laboratory (PRL)

"So this is the place, huh?" A one armed man muttered as he stood before the building that was home to the P.R.L.. The man began to walk towards the building, producing a hookah pen from his pocket and taking a few puffs and blowing out small clouds of smoke as he drew nearer. For a few seconds his face scrunched up as he savored the taste on his tongue, almost as if he was unsure whether or not he enjoyed the taste of a wild honey flavored hookah pen. "Definitely an odd one. Probably should've just stuck with the passion fruit flavor like I normally do instead of being adventurous. Well, no use lamenting now." He mused aloud as he clenched the pen in his teeth and pressed the intercom button. "Hello, how may I help you today?", "'M here 'fer-", He stopped midsentence to remove the pen from his mouth and pressed the intercom button to speak again, "Sorry about that. I was saying that i'm one of the applicants here.", "May I have your name please, sir?" "Jacque Baila.". Th man -Jacque- waited patiently and tried to adjust his duffel bag a bit as he listened to the faint sound of typing over the line before a response came through, "Here we are, you signed up for hydrokinesis, is that correct?" "That is indeed the case.", "Very well, the gate is now unlocked, you're free to pass through."

With that, Jacque wordlessly pulled his finger away from the intercom and slipped into the compound, opting to make his way directly towards the main facility while still puffing away at the pen, "Definitely an odd one.".

Power Research Laboratory (PRL)

"I am the sea."
Appearance: - He stands at 6'0" and weighs one hundred and seventy two pounds
Name: Jacque Baila
Nickname (if applicable): Has taken a liking to being referred to as "Leviathan"
Age 12-40: 22
Past(optional): Originally born in hawaii's largest island, Jacque's story starts off relatively simple. In his youth he did everything that normal children did: he went to school, hung out with friends, all of the typical stuff until he reached the age of eighteen. From there he joined the US Army to pay his way through his first four years of college, where he majored marine science. After his contract was up and he'd acquired his bachelors degree, Jacque ended up working for a group of scientists that studied the migratory pattern of sharks. As it turns out the universe happens to either have a twisted sense of humor, or it really enjoys the movie Deep Blue Sea. During one trip out to sea Jacque ended up losing his arm when he came a bit too close to the business end of a fourteen foot tiger shark that was being tagged. He survived the injury, and surprisingly wasn't massively traumatized by it, the real issues came when he got out of the hospital. Jacque had a hellish time trying to adjust to his new life, and at one point was even contemplating just eating a bullet because he couldn't stand having a missing limb. Thankfully he found an alternative solution via the P.R.L.. Jacque originally planned on signing up for regeneration, however after hypothesizing that it would probably only work on new injuries rather than those that had already occurred, he opted for something a bit more up his alley.

Personality: Jacque is a fairly flexible and straightforward guy. He acts as he his treated; responding with politeness and kindness to those that do the same to him. Those that come to him with rudeness or animosity can expect a startling show of aggression, though whether this aggression will be through words or physical action depends on the level of their transgression. There is one hang up with Jacque however: He has a bit of a Darwinist view of things at times, believing that the strong triumphing over the weak is just nature working itself out, and as a result tends to consider things like fairness and helping the less fortunate (the sickly, the elderly, etc.) as luxuries that can be dropped the moment they become too inconvenient.

Fears: Becoming crippled or otherwise useless, albatrosses (he was swarmed by a group of them as a little kid, left a bad impression).
Power they applied for: Hydrokinesis - Jacque applied for the ability to control water in it's liquid state, be it through mental manipulation or physical movement.
Other: Has two tattoos, one on his shoulder and chest, and one on his upper back. Jacque is extremely fond of red licorice.

Sky High Academy

Appearance:

Large

Dimitri is approximately 5'11" in height and weighs approximately 164 pounds (or if you use the metric system, 74.5 kilograms). He's typically seen dressed in shirts that are various shades of purple, occasionally with a black or grey hoodie. Will alternate between jeans or cargo pants which are usually either black, dark blue, or grey. Shoes will alternate with the weather- boots for the winter, sneakers/running shoes or converses, colors for these are generally black, grey, purple, white, or any combination of these. No jewelry to speak of beyond a single black ear hugger on his left ear and a black wooden bead bracelet
"Wanna cookie? I baked 'em fresh this morning."
Name: Dimitri Santos
Super Name: Alloy

Age: 16
Human/Machine/Other: Human

Powers: Dimitri is capable of generating a metallic substance from his pores at will. The metal comes out as a liquid, however it immediately solidifies upon contact with the air, coating his body like a suit of armor. Oddly enough despite not being able to control the solidifying effect Dimitri can somehow change how brittle the metal is, which allows him to break it off after he's done using it. The metal is unique in that it contains properties found in both titanium (light yet quite strong) and coltan (very heat resistant)

Weakness: The metal coating process is quick, but it is most definitely not immediate, a gunshot will put him down just as easily as anyone else if someone fires at him before he can begin to generate metal. Further adding to that, a gun can still kill him just as it would anyone else even if he's fully coated, provided that the caliber being fired is of a sufficient size (say, above 9mm for a handgun, and 7.62x39mm and above for a rifle). Dimitri's slow building anger means that he's also pretty slow to react to threats, a fight with him can be over before it even starts if he can't get his head into it. Also extremely allergic to bees.

Personality: Dimitri is a very free spirited child in more ways than one. He's a particularly mellow guy who's deliberate and somewhat slow mannerisms give him the appearance of being a bit of an airhead. Do not let this deceive you, Dimitri is actually a pretty smart kid provided that the subject at hand is something that he's interested in, and he'll often unintentionally surprise people by giving answers to seemingly impossible problems in a matter of seconds. Dimitri is a very friendly individual, quite slow to anger and typically benign even when aggressed upon, however this does not mean that he'll allow himself to be toyed with forever. Dimitri has a serious passion for cooking and is extremely good at it, not to mention happy to have people around to try recipes on. Friends of Dimitri can expect to be bombarded with some new dish or another at least once a week.
Grade: Second year
Club: Culinary club
Other: Received the scars on his nose from a mountain biking accident before he developed his powers.

Sky High Academy

Appearance:

Large

Dimitri is approximately 5'11" in height and weighs approximately 164 pounds (or if you use the metric system, 74.5 kilograms). He's typically seen dressed in shirts that are various shades of purple, occasionally with a black or grey hoodie. Will alternate between jeans or cargo pants which are usually either black, dark blue, or grey. Shoes will alternate with the weather- boots for the winter, sneakers/running shoes or converses, colors for these are generally black, grey, purple, white, or any combination of these. No jewelry to speak of beyond a single black ear hugger on his left ear and a black wooden bead bracelet
"Wanna cookie? I baked 'em fresh this morning."
Name: Dimitri Santos
Super Name: Alloy
Age: 16
Human/Machine/Other: Human
Powers: Dimitri is capable of generating a metallic substance from his pores at will. The metal comes out as a liquid, however it immediately solidifies upon contact with the air, coating his body like a suit of armor. Oddly enough despite not being able to control the solidifying effect Dimitri can somehow change how brittle the metal is, which allows him to break it off after he's done using it. The metal is unique in that it contains properties found in both titanium (light yet quite strong) and coltan (very heat resistant)
Weakness: The metal coating process is quick, but it is most definitely not immediate, a gunshot will put him down just as easily as anyone else if someone fires at him before he can begin to generate metal. Further adding to that, a gun can still kill him just as it would anyone else, provided that the caliber being fired is of a sufficient size (say, above 9mm for a handgun, and 7.62x39mm and above for a rifle). Dimitri's slow building anger means that he's also pretty slow to react to threats, a fight with him can be over before it even starts if he can't get his head into it. Also extremely allergic to bees.
Personality: Dimitri is a very free spirited child in more ways than one. He's a particularly mellow guy who's deliberate and somewhat slow mannerisms give him the appearance of being a bit of an airhead. Do not let this deceive you, Dimitri is actually a pretty smart kid provided that the subject at hand is something that he's interested in, and he'll often unintentionally surprise people by giving answers to seemingly impossible problems in a matter of seconds. Dimitri is a very friendly child, quite slow to anger and typically benign even when aggressed upon, however this does not mean that he'll allow himself to be toyed with forever. Dimitri has a serious passion for cooking and is extremely good at it, not to mention happy to have people around to try recipes on. Friends of Dimitri can expect to be bombarded with some new dish or another at least once a week.
Grade: Second year
Club: Culinary club
Other: Received the scars on his nose from a mountain biking accident before he received his powers.

Cyberpunk 2020 - A Ghost in the Machine

My first guess would be Old Spice oder blocker. My second is Pierce.

Power Research Laboratory (PRL)

"I am the sea."
Appearance: - He stands at 6'0" and weighs one hundred and seventy two pounds
Name: Jacque Baila
Nickname (if applicable): Has taken a liking to being referred to as "Leviathan"
Age 12-40: 22
Past(optional): Originally born in hawaii's largest island, Jacque's story starts off relatively simple. In his youth he did everything that normal children did: he went to school, hung out with friends, all of the typical stuff until he reached the age of eighteen. From there he joined the US Army to pay his way through his first four years of college, where he majored marine science. After his contract was up and he'd acquired his bachelors degree, Jacque ended up working for a group of scientists that studied the migratory pattern of sharks. As it turns out the universe happens to either have a twisted sense of humor, or it really enjoys the movie Deep Blue Sea. During one trip out to sea Jacque ended up losing his arm when he came a bit too close to the business end of a fourteen foot tiger shark that was being tagged. He survived the injury, and surprisingly wasn't massively traumatized by it, the real issues came when he got out of the hospital. Jacque had a hellish time trying to adjust to his new life, and at one point was even contemplating just eating a bullet because he couldn't stand having a missing limb. Thankfully he found an alternative solution via the P.R.L.. Jacque originally planned on signing up for regeneration, however after hypothesizing that it would probably only work on new injuries rather than those that had already occurred, he opted for something a bit more up his alley.

Personality: Jacque is a fairly flexible and straightforward guy. He acts as he his treated; responding with politeness and kindness to those that do the same to him. Those that come to him with rudeness or animosity can expect a startling show of aggression, though whether this aggression will be through words or physical action depends on the level of their transgression. There is one hang up with Jacque however: He has a bit of a Darwinist view of things at times, believing that the strong triumphing over the weak is just nature working itself out, and as a result tends to consider things like fairness and helping the less fortunate (the sickly, the elderly, etc.) as luxuries that can be dropped the moment they become too inconvenient.

Fears: Becoming crippled or otherwise useless, albatrosses (he was swarmed by a group of them as a little kid, left a bad impression).
Power they applied for: Hydrokinesis - Jacque applied for the ability to control water in it's liquid state, be it through mental manipulation or physical movement.
Other: Has two tattoos, one on his shoulder and chest, and one on his upper back. Jacque is extremely fond of red licorice.

Kaiju Fighters!

@Blackmist16

Jacque chuckled a bit as he listened to Davvis. The clap on his back had caused him to wince, however Jacque didn't miss a beat when offered a chance to get a drink, "Well that's mighty neighborly of you. Far be it from me to turn down your hospitality!". For a moment Jacque wondered if he should have brought up that he was still below the legal drinking age, however he ultimately decided that he would probably be able to get by without being carded due to his mature appearance. The fighter flopped down onto the couch next to Davvis, being sure to give the cyborg a bit of room in case he wanted to continue his repairs, "So-" Jacque began as he addressed everyone else in the room, "Anyone got any thoughts on what the happy hell caused big bird to go all NightCrawler on us earlier? I mean the resurrection I can understand- well, sorta. I recall at least one kaiju record claiming that Godzilla regenerated from just his heart. I just sorta came to assume that all of them could do it under the right conditions But the teleportation? Why would a creature that relies on flight need that ability? That was just weird.".
Jacque absentmindedly chewed at the inner lining of his cheek as he waited to see if anyone had any guesses as to what had happened. He was still unaware that the giant claw had not actually used teleportation, and as such was hoping to spitball a few ideas between himself and the others to make sense of the situation.

Cyberpunk 2020 - A Ghost in the Machine

@piercetyler1994 Aw jeez, hey be careful with that infection man, the human leg is home to some pretty major arteries and veins. The last thing you want to have happen is that infection going "up stream" so to speak. Focus on keeping that in check, a role play will always take a back seat to personal health.

Kaiju Fighters!

*CRACK* "MOTHER FUCKER!!". Jacque hunched over and sucked in a sharp breath as a doctor finished realigning his shoulder. Rather than immediately going to the resting area alongside the other fighters, Jacque had instead opted to visit the infirmary before his injury ended up getting worse than it already was. The doctor who had just popped his shoulder back into place clucked his tongue and gave Jacque a pointed look, "Language, Mister Howell.", "Right right, my bad.". Jacque chewed at the corner of his lip as his arm was gently placed into a sling and he was offered an ice pack and some pain medication. Jacque both graciously as the doctor gave him the usual spiel about not moving his arm too much. After all was said and done, Jacque exited the infirmary after having one of the nurses help him tie his jacket around his waist. With his shoulder felt with, Jacque made his way towards the resting area for some well earned R&R.

His injury aside, the Kaiju fighter felt on top of the world, and it showed in his ear to ear toothy grin. He'd killed a kaiju! Not some small monster, but an honest to god giant beast. The flecks of blood on the length of his whip and the pain in his shoulder were badges of honor, proof of his conquest. Jacque entered the resting area and strode purposefully towards Davvis the moment he laid eyes on him. "Bring it in man, we cleaned house out there." He said before extending his fist towards Blink for a bump.