MonsieurShade

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Jacque shook his head slowly after Habb's request for a weapon and proposition to assist those that were still inside the building he and the others had fled, "I wouldn't recommend going back in there. I admit that it'd be wrong to leave them to whatever fate might be waiting for them, but we don't know how many enemies are in there, nor how well equipped they are to kill whatever happens to be in their way. For that matter-". The following words died in Jacque's throat, he completely forgot the point he was trying to make as a very large pack of wolves flitted out from the forest. Jacque was no stranger to wolves, he'd hunted them, been hunted by them, and even seen a few tribes use them like hunting dogs, under normal circumstances he would have simply found it odd that the pack was so large and either chalked it up as there being plentiful prey or that the pack had yet to splinter. These were not normal circumstances; the wolves had goddamn wings. No amount of strange shit Jacque had seen in his life had prepared him for the sight of wolves with wings.

The corner of the forest dweller's mouth twitched as he tried to find an appropriate response, what came out was a resounding "WHAT THE FUCK!?". The outburst was sudden and Jacque's voice as booming as it was bewildered. He reached up and somewhat cartoonishly rubbed his eyes before he did a double take. The presence of the creatures was shocking enough, what made things worse, was Diego's request that Habb captured one of the beasts. Jacque's face paled a bit as he turned to look at Diego with an incredulous expression, "How, pray tell, are you expecting those things to be captured? Wait a moment, forget that question. A better one would be: What makes you think that a pack of wolves will not only not tear anyone that comes near them apart, but would willingly allow themselves to be ridden?".

Red vs Blue - Freelancer Chronicles (Closed/Dead)

Agent: Louisiana
Location: Freelancer cruiser
13:39

"Fuuuuck! S'cuse me, pardon me, one side, ooh hey, nice ass. What? It's a compliment!", These were all the telltale sounds of Agent Louisiana making his way towards the training room as quickly as his legs and attention span could get him there. The freelancer had been wrist deep in an M383C demolition kit when the announcement had gone off. Said kit was also the reason he was late, considering he couldn't exactly leave something like that just sitting on the bed of his quarters. After putting his "toys" away and making sure that they weren't going to go blowing a hole in the ship, Louisiana had made a beeline for the training room, all but sprinting through the corridors and around people to get there before he could incur the wrath of Agent Texas. The evidence of his rushing made itself apparent as he bolted through the entrance of the training room and immediately hunched over to place his hands on his knees. "Hey party people, hope you didn't get started without me." He said weakly in between ragged breaths, "Holy shit i'm outta shape..." the freelancer muttered before recomposing himself enough to actually ask what was going on.

Red vs Blue - Freelancer Chronicles (Closed/Dead)

"Here, hold this. What is it? Oh, uh, a bomb. Yes I know it's counting down, yes I know there's a lot of wires to figure out, i'm working on that. Yes I know it's- look, will you just hold the damn thing still so I can figure out which wire won't kill us all if I cut it?
Agent Name: Louisiana
Age: 29
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Bio: Louisiana is a somewhat disconcertingly lax fellow when you stop to consider what exactly he's been doing for the entirety of his life. You see, as far back as he can remember Louisiana has always had a fondness for things that go "boom", no one knows why exactly, maybe it was the rush of adrenaline one gets from seeing and hearing an explosion, or maybe Louisiana just watched far to many action movies, but from the very first time he laid eyes on fire works as a kid all the way up to his receiving a master's degree in both engineering and chemistry in college, Louisiana knew he'd stumbled onto his calling card in life.
His passion for explosions could only be surpassed by his desire to know how explosives worked in the first place, which is exactly why the moment he was of age Louisiana marched right into the nearest recruitment office to sign up for the military, all in an effort to work his way into an EOD squad. He of course had to jump through quite a few hurtles, but after achieving his goal Louisiana practically thrived in his environment, boasting one of the highest success ratings for bomb defuses within the last decade. His superiors were impressed with his work. They were considerately less impressed when they found out he was secretly scavenging parts from defused bombs before they were disposed of for the sake of quenching his curiosity about how they worked or could be improved upon.
Despite his insistence that his intentions were to turn over his discoveries to his higher ups, Louisiana was discharged under the belief that he was to be considered mentally incompetent. He narrowly avoided being arrested or placed in a psychiatric ward, however in the process of doing so he lost just about every penny he had. This did not remain a massive issue for very long however, as his track record allowed him to be spotted and later on picked up by the Director and other members of project Freelancer, who believed that his skills could be of use. Worrisome hobbies aside, that is.

Weapons: CQC WS combat knife, M738 Light Machine Gun, M90 CAWS Shotgun
notes: All evidence to the contrary Louisiana isn't actually as crazy as his hobby may lead you to believe. He's a pretty decent guy, a bit of a frat boy jokester at times, but all in all he's just a normal guy with a really weird hobby
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Red vs Blue - Freelancer Chronicles (Closed/Dead)

Seem's pretty damn interesting. Always did love the RvB series and kinda wish they'd gone further in depth with project freelancer. They probably could've squeezed another season out with just them to tide people over while they did the main story. I hope you don't mind if I lay claim to Louisiana.
"Here, hold this. What is it? Oh, uh, a bomb. Yes I know it's counting down, yes I know there's a lot of wires to figure out, i'm working on that. Yes I know it's- look, will you just hold the damn thing still so I can figure out which wire won't kill us all if I cut it?
Agent Name: Louisiana
Age: 29
Picture:

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Bio: Louisiana is a somewhat disconcertingly lax fellow when you stop to consider what exactly he's been doing for the entirety of his life. You see, as far back as he can remember Louisiana has always had a fondness for things that go "boom", no one knows why exactly, maybe it was the rush of adrenaline one gets from seeing and hearing an explosion, or maybe Louisiana just watched far to many action movies, but from the very first time he laid eyes on fire works as a kid all the way up to his receiving a master's degree in both engineering and chemistry in college, Louisiana knew he'd stumbled onto his calling card in life.
His passion for explosions could only be surpassed by his desire to know how explosives worked in the first place, which is exactly why the moment he was of age Louisiana marched right into the nearest recruitment office to sign up for the military, all in an effort to work his way into an EOD squad. He of course had to jump through quite a few hurtles, but after achieving his goal Louisiana practically thrived in his environment, boasting one of the highest success ratings for bomb defuses within the last decade. His superiors were impressed with his work. They were considerately less impressed when they found out he was secretly scavenging parts from defused bombs before they were disposed of for the sake of quenching his curiosity about how they worked or could be improved upon.
Despite his insistence that his intentions were to turn over his discoveries to his higher ups, Louisiana was discharged under the belief that he was to be considered mentally incompetent. He narrowly avoided being arrested or placed in a psychiatric ward, however in the process of doing so he lost just about every penny he had. This did not remain a massive issue for very long however, as his track record allowed him to be spotted and later on picked up by the Director and other members of project Freelancer, who believed that his skills could be of use. Worrisome hobbies aside, that is.

Weapons: CQC WS combat knife, M738 Light Machine Gun, M90 CAWS Shotgun
notes: All evidence to the contrary Louisiana isn't actually as crazy as his hobby may lead you to believe. He's a pretty decent guy, a bit of a frat boy jokester at times, but all in all he's just a normal guy with a really weird hobby
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Tower of God RP

Mao

Among the many chosen that awaited the announcement of the beginning of the Tower's ascent a man dressed in the garbs of a tibetan monk stood tall whilst sipping periodically from an hour glass shaped gourd with a rope tied around it's midsection. This man was none other than Ha Mao, whom had been passing the time by enjoying the rather pricey wine he'd managed to relieve (read:extort) from one of his more well off cousins as a going away/congratulations gift before he began his climb. Mao had been working his way towards a good buzz, and was mid-sip when the announcement of the test from the light house everyone had been gathered around sounded. Needless to say, it was all Mao could do to not spit out his mouthful of wine as people began to turn on each other with surprisingly little prodding. The monk rather hurriedly capped the gourd and tied it back onto his waist, though, sadly, not without spilling some of it in the process.

"Curse my rotten luck, this is good wine" He grumbled to no one in particular just before someone turned and punched him square in the jaw. It wasn't extremely painful, but it was an definitely an eye opener, that much was certain. Luckily for Mao, but unluckily for the attacker, years of fighting in his youth between himself and other Ha family members had made him pretty durable, pair that with his tutelage under the Jokhang monastery, and he was, for all intents and purposes, a human shaped brick wall. Mao turned back just in time to receive another fist that snapped his head back, this time however he recovered even quicker and was able to grab his aggressor's fist as they came in for another blow. "Even the Buddha will grow angry if struck three times." He stated plainly before shoving his shoulder into the other man's chest and sending him airborne with a rotation of his hip and a sharp tug and release. Mao didn't wait to see where the other man landed -luckily for Rammus it was atop the needle bearing man-, rather he unbound the glaive on his back and struck the nearest person to him in the hip with the ball end. Rather than continue going on the offensive, Mao used his weapon to create a circle of space around himself, keeping others at bay by whipping his weapon about in an effort to leave no openings to his body. It would be hard to see due to his constant flurry of motion, but Mao still left the needle end of his weapon sheathed as he moved to and fro.

Tower of God RP

"Who said that a monk can't enjoy a drink?"
Username: MonsieurShade

Name: Ha Mao

Age: 25

Appearance:

My Hider

- He stands at 6'3" and weighs about 185 pounds

Gender: Male

History: A bit of a rough and tumble child in his early years, it was originally believed by those that knew Mao that he would be an excellent fisherman on the fields of battle. His ferocity paired with the legendary strength of the Ha family seemed as though it would be a potent mix that would serve well for his allies. There was one issue though: Mao had absolutely no concept of teamwork or authority. He believed himself above any of his peers outside of his own clan, and would often ignore or challenge orders given to him by superiors under the basis that they weren't strong enough to make him do what they wanted. This resulted in his discharge from the local militia, and would have also resulted in excommunication from his family had it not been for the fact that a friend of the family offered to take Mao to live in the monastery he himself lived in until Mao was able to cooperate. Mao was hurriedly sent off to the monastery, wherein he quickly discovered that all of his strength meant nothing if the person you were trying to punch could not only easily dodge, but could fold you into a human pretzel just as quickly. After a few more failed attempts to fight or flee, Mao accepted his fate and stayed under the tutelage of the monks whom had taken him in for several years until he'd learned to fully control his temper and violent impulses. He was allowed to leave the monastery and reclaim his position as a fisherman until he was called upon by Headon. Mao now climbs the tower to gain true enlightenment.

Status: Regular, Ha family member

Position: Fisherman

Weapon/Skills: Mao is extremely adept at using shaolin kung fu made more powerful by his natural strength and Shinsoo enhancement.

Equipment: A modified spear (added a hard metal ball on the opposite end for nonlethal takedowns, technically speaking the weapon would be considered a glaive), a string of mala beads (for prayer), and a small gourd filled with wine (the man likes his wine).

Tower of God RP

Seems fun, dunno whether or not to post my application here or in the CS section, so i'll just do t here for now.
"Who said that a monk can't enjoy a drink?"
Username: MonsieurShade

Name: Ha Mao

Age: 25

Appearance:

My Hider

- He stands at 6'3" and weighs about 185 pounds

Gender: Male

History: A bit of a rough and tumble child in his early years, it was originally believed by those that knew Mao that he would be an excellent fisherman on the fields of battle. His ferocity paired with the legendary strength of the Ha family seemed as though it would be a potent mix that would serve well for his allies. There was one issue though: Mao had absolutely no concept of teamwork or authority. He believed himself above any of his peers outside of his own clan, and would often ignore or challenge orders given to him by superiors under the basis that they weren't strong enough to make him do what they wanted. This resulted in his discharge from the local militia, and would have also resulted in excommunication from his family had it not been for the fact that a friend of the family offered to take Mao to live in the monastery he himself lived in until Mao was able to cooperate. Mao was hurriedly sent off to the monastery, wherein he quickly discovered that all of his strength meant nothing if the person you were trying to punch could not only easily dodge, but could fold you into a human pretzel just as quickly. After a few more failed attempts to fight or flee, Mao accepted his fate and stayed under the tutelage of the monks whom had taken him in for several years until he'd learned to fully control his temper and violent impulses. He was allowed to leave the monastery and reclaim his position as a fisherman until he was called upon by Headon. Mao now climbs the tower to gain true enlightenment.

Status: Regular, Ha family member

Position: Fisherman

Weapon/Skills: Mao is extremely adept at using shaolin kung fu made more powerful by his natural strength and Shinsoo enhancement.

Equipment: A modified spear (added a hard metal ball on the opposite end for nonlethal takedowns), a string of mala beads (for prayer), and a small gourd filled with wine (the man likes his wine).

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

I LIVE, I DIE, I LIVE AGAIN!

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Jacque took everything he was told in and weighed his options. Option one was that he could leave everyone and try his hand at picking up where he left off by surviving in the forests of this new land, however the risk in that was that he had no idea whether or not the same rules that applied to the normal world applied here, especially considering he'd just been told that there was a magical river that consumed people. If a river could do that, then god only knew what the rest of this world could do. Option two was that he follow after Queen Julia -whom seemed to either have multiple personalities or was simply insane- and risk his luck with the aforementioned man eating river, as well as the trials that came with them. The concept of magic itself wasn't too earth shattering; his time spent with natives and gypsies had given him a more open and spiritual mind, but the idea of the river actually swallowing him was a bit disconcerting. The woodsman grunted and offhandedly scratched at the stubble that was growing on his face before making his decision. "I suppose i'll just follow after you then, Miss Julia." Jacque stated a tad bit uncertainly. In all honesty, Jacque wasn't quite sure whether or not he'd be guaranteed safety by following after the royal, however her knowledge of the land would at least give him some sort of leg up in this new world, wouldn't it?

Sky High Academy

Dimitri jammed his index finger and thumb into his mouth and whistled loudly in approval of Zaheer's abilities. The guy had awesome abilities and energy abound, two things that were immediately considered pluses by Dimitri. After Zaheer gave his performance, Dimitri began to bound towards teh stage, however he stopped upon noticing two things the first was the metal that clung to his neck and collar bone, which he quickly broke off, the second, was the stand that had once held the punching bag that Zaheer had torn open. "Oh, um, gimmie a sec!" He said before running over and grabbing the stand to drag it onto the stage. The process was a bit awkward -Dimitri had nearly slipped on sand twice- but he eventually got the stand onto the stage. Dimitri tapped the stand experimentally to see if it was nice and sturdy before clearing his throat, "Since this thing's already busted, I hope you guys don't mind too terribly if I use it to show what I can do!".

He didn't wait for an answer, he was far too eager. Dimitri stood so that the pole was about two feet in front of him before raising his arms and drawing upon his powers again. A sound like ceramic tiles rubbing together could be heard as Dimitri's arms jerked and his hands spasmed until his forced them into a jackknife position. The glittering effect that began to appear on his forearms arms was quickly replaced by an outcropping of liquid like metal that eventually enveloped the tips of his fingers all the way to his elbows. Unlike earlier on the bus, the metal armor lacked any openings around the finger joints, and was thicker in appearance. The hefty appearance of the metal was not just for show either, Dimitri's arms slumped downwards a bit as the usually light metal was weighed down simply by the sheer amount of it. Dimitri lurched forward, then back, then forward again swinging his arms in a horizontal arc towards the pole, keeping his left arm slightly higher than the right. The sound of crunching metal filled the air as his hands impacted the pole and tore it apart sending the upper portion clattering off of the stage. Rather than stopping there, Dimitri shattered the metal that confined his left wrist to give him a bit more articulation before bringing his palm down hard on the portion of the stand that remained. There was a fair bit of resistance from the pole as Dimitri wasn't the most physically powerful person, however a combination of strength, persistence, and weight forced the pole to buckle under his hand until the pole was crumpled all the way to the floor.

With his performance done, Dimitri stood back up"I can cover my body with this stuff, but not all at once. Not sure whether or not that'll affect my ranking this year around. I hope you guys enjoyed my performance." he chirped as he gave a half bow. As he didn't want to waste time for other students to come up, Dimitri hastily scooted the remains off of the stage with his foot until he was far enough away to break away the metal on his skin and actually pick it up to walk away.