MonsieurShade

The Family That Slays Together [Reboot] [Family of Supernatural Hunters]

It seemed as though Jack was at least partially intrigued by the mention of skinwalkers. Dimitri's smirk remained as Jack made his way over to the jeep. More or less nonplused by the sharp glare and tone he received from Jack as the younger teen got into the vehicle Dimitri started up his jeep and put the gear in reverse, though he kept his foot on the brake to keep the vehicle from actually moving anywhere. "Calm your tits little man, i'm not gonna bitch at you about anything. It'd be a bit counterproductive considering we've got something in common. I'm just trying to keep you from going and messing with things that you shouldn't be messing with.".
The slayer turned so that Jack could get a clear view of the back of his head, revealing the old, gnarled, scar that ran from the back of his right ear all the way to the lower portion of the back of his head, ending just a bit past the nape of his neck. "See this?" Dimitri began as he brushed his hand over the scar, "I got this when I was still living in Oregon. The orphanage I came form saw all kinds of weird people passing through the neighborhood. There was this one guy that used to always linger around at dusk and just stare at the orphanage from behind the gate, always from the same spot too. Used to scare the shit outta me as a kid.", Dimitri turned back to face Jack, though he still continued to rub the scar, "I wasn't the only one freaked out either, a bunch of kids were weirded out, but none of the adults ever seemed to notice. Eventually we all just kind of got used to it, well, until someone noticed him in a different spot. Nothing major, just a bit more to the left than usual. It eventually turned into a pattern: one night he'd be a bit to the left, then three weeks later he'd be to the right, a week later further, a day later closer."

Dimitri's voice trailed off a bit as he recalled the oddity that had become a crucial part of his childhood. This did not last long, as Dimitri remembered that he still needed to make it to school soon. "Anyway, so, the guy was there for years. And not once in those years was he ever noticed by an adult. I guess the caretakers thought we were just playing a running gag, eventually they just ignored or punished us whenever we mentioned the guy. So by this point i'm a good deal bigger than the other kids, and a few of the adults. One night I happen to look out the window and see him on the other side of the gate. Now, by this point I did a lot of heavy lifting and other labor intensive jobs for cash, and had picked up quite a few boxing lessons from one of my regular employers. I thought I was top dog around my neighborhood, so I decided to go out and try to scare him off. I got within ten feet of this guy and damn near pissed by pants. This fucker looked like someone had stuffed a small great white shark into a human suit. Huge teeth, pale, loose, skin, eyes like goddamn blackholes. I go to scream, and the next thing I know i'm waking up in the woods with this thing standing over me and grinning like the damn cheshire cat and croaking at me to fight him.".

Dimitri paused to swallow a pump in his throat, his eyes bored into Jack's as he continued once more "Jack, i'm a big guy, and you and I both know I can carry myself in a fight. This thing beat the living shit out of me. It threw me around like I was a toy, and it didn't even break a sweat. I can't stress this enough: It was playing with me, Jack.". He let the words hand heavy in the air to emphasize the point, "This goes on for I don't know how long before it gets bored and pins me down and tells me that I'm going to be it's new skin. The scar I got was from it peeling me like a goddamn banana. I would be dead right now if Mathias hadn't stepped in when he did.". Dimitri moved his hand away from the scar and sat back in his seat, "You're probably wondering why i'm telling you all this. My point is that there are some creatures out there that you can't handle alone. Not at the level you're at right now anyway. You've got potential kid, but don't let that potential make you reckless. I was lucky enough to survive a skinwalker attack because someone equipped for the job was in the area. It was pure blind luck. You might not be so lucky if you actively stray away from the rest of us in a fight. I just want you to remember that.".

His point being made, Dimitri dropped his serious demeanor and reached over to tousle Jack's hair playfully, "That's all I wanted to say, squirt. Now go on, get outta here. I gotta get to class.".

The Family That Slays Together [Reboot] [Family of Supernatural Hunters]

"Well a little birdie told me that you and I happen to have both had a run in with a very unpleasant type of supernatural." Dimitri stated plainly. The slayer stopped speaking as Damien walked past and entered the garage, and continued to remain quiet until the sound of a motorcycle tear assing down the street could be heard. Dimitri shot Jack a somewhat coy smirk as he slipped into the garage and unlocked his jeep before checking to ensure that his knife was still in the glove compartment. "The subject of the day, Jack my boy, is Skinwalkers. But if you wanna know more then I suggest you hop in.".

Imagine Nation (Super-Hero and Villian City)

Mao moved purposefully alongside the crowd of candidates that filed into Hero square in anticipation for the entrance exam's start. The excitement was palpable, so much so that it was hard even for someone such as himself to keep his cool. Every fiber of Mao's being was bursting with life and energy as he took in everything that was going on around him. Up until this point Mao never thought he'd ever really be excited about being outside of his home district. After all, he'd passed to nearly every district in Imagine Nation at one point or another to deliver orders on his mother's behalf. After a while a desire to complete his orders on time and constant exposure to the goings on of each district had numbed him to most festivities, even one as great as Dedication day. This however was different: It was one thing to be a witness to a festival, but to actually be in it? To be an integral part of it? Simply the knowledge of this was enough to make Mao want to break out into a dance.

Rather than give in to the temptations brought about by his excitement, Mao continued to shuffle into the square with his head held high. He had to maintain an air of dignity. What he did today wouldn't just affect him: His family name was on the line here as well, as well as his mother's business. Success here today held the possibility of bringing in more costumers for the family restaurant.

Mao paused briefly to brush a few errant strands of hair from his eyes and to peer into the crowds around him and the other candidates. There were hundreds, if not thousands of people here today. He knew that his mother and eldest sister would be back in Karateka running the shop, however his three remaining siblings had all promised to show up and cheer him on, as well as record the event for his mother. Mao narrowed his eyes and tried to peer further into the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of his other two older sisters, or perhaps his older brother, however he was ultimately forced to give up the search due to both the sheer number of people in the crowds, as well as the jostling of the other candidates. All Mao could do now was hope he passed the exam and put on a good enough show to be accepted into the school of thought.

Imagine Nation (Super-Hero and Villian City)

"I'm a dude, dude."

Name: Mao Everett
Gender: Male (Don't let his appearance fool you)
Age: 15
Race: Human
Home District: Karateka
Appearance:
Superpowers/skills:

Skills

Mao is capable of popping any of his joints out of place and realigning them at will. He is also almost inhumanly flexible courtesy of this and his actual powers. Mao is an extremely good cook and is extremely knowledgable about Karateka.

Powers

Mao boasts extremely elastic skin and muscles as well as peak human reflexes. Oddly this elasticity does not seem to affect the resilience of his skin or muscles in any negative manner

History: Mao is yet another native to Imagine Nation, being born and raised in Karateka all of his life by his single mother alongside three older sisters and an older brother. Being the youngest of the bunch in a single parent household put Mao in a rather awkward predicament: During his early years his sisters viewed him more or less as a living baby doll, often using him as a guinea pig for all sorts of map up and accessories. The fact that Mao took more after his mother than his father certainly did not help matters. Luckily Mao's older brother was often there to step in and bail him out of those situations, though it was often accompanied by a jeer or two to rile Mao up. Mao idolized his brother whom had filled the role of man of the house, and was quick to follow in his footsteps, learning all manner of useful tips and tricks to get ahead in the rough and tumble district. When Mao's brother was old enough to move out, Mao stepped up to take up the mantle himself, even taking a job as a delivery boy for the restaurant his mother ran to help bring in more income. He would go on to be considered for acceptance into the school of thought after the manifestation of his powers. All he needs to do now is to try and pass the exam and impress the council enough to get in.

Personality: Mao is a relatively mellow and easy going guy, though being raised in a household mostly made up of women has given him a bit of a sharp tongue and a mild manipulative streak that are made all the more potent thanks to the district he hails from. Mao generally prefers to rely on his sharp wit and wagging tongue to get him out of trouble, though this can occasionally backfire and put him in even further peril. He generally prefers to flee rather than fight, but when backed into a corner Mao can be a surprisingly vicious opponent due to his preference for resorting to dirty tricks mid combat. Mao is more than aware of the fact that he is rather feminine in appearance and has made peace with this. Mao has a serious fascination with snakes, green tree pythons in particular.

Other: Mao carries around a satchel filled with all manner of snacks as well as a box of bandages,a switch blade, three notebooks, some pens, and several menus from his mother's restaurant. The device that he has strapped to his leg is really nothing more than an ipad in a heavy duty casing that he uses for work.

Imagine Nation (Super-Hero and Villian City)

I shall throw my hat into the ring~

"I'm a dude, dude."

Name: Mao Everett
Gender: Male (Don't let his appearance fool you)
Age: 15
Race: Human
Home District: Karateka
Appearance:
Superpowers/skills:

Skills

Mao is capable of popping any of his joints out of place and realigning them at will. He is also almost inhumanly flexible courtesy of this and his actual powers. Mao is an extremely good cook and is extremely knowledgable about Karateka.

Powers

Mao boasts extremely elastic skin and muscles as well as peak human reflexes. Oddly this elasticity does not seem to affect the resilience of his skin or muscles in any negative manner

History: Mao is yet another native to Imagine Nation, being born and raised in Karateka all of his life by his single mother alongside three older sisters and an older brother. Being the youngest of the bunch in a single parent household put Mao in a rather awkward predicament: During his early years his sisters viewed him more or less as a living baby doll, often using him as a guinea pig for all sorts of map up and accessories. The fact that Mao took more after his mother than his father certainly did not help matters. Luckily Mao's older brother was often there to step in and bail him out of those situations, though it was often accompanied by a jeer or two to rile Mao up. Mao idolized his brother whom had filled the role of man of the house, and was quick to follow in his footsteps, learning all manner of useful tips and tricks to get ahead in the rough and tumble district. When Mao's brother was old enough to move out, Mao stepped up to take up the mantle himself, even taking a job as a delivery boy for the restaurant his mother ran to help bring in more income. He would go on to be considered for acceptance into the school of thought after the manifestation of his powers. All he needs to do now is to try and pass the exam and impress the council enough to get in.

Personality: Mao is a relatively mellow and easy going guy, though being raised in a household mostly made up of women has given him a bit of a sharp tongue and a mild manipulative streak that are made all the more potent thanks to the district he hails from. Mao generally prefers to rely on his sharp wit and wagging tongue to get him out of trouble, though this can occasionally backfire and put him in even further peril. He generally prefers to flee rather than fight, but when backed into a corner Mao can be a surprisingly vicious opponent due to his preference for resorting to dirty tricks mid combat. Mao is more than aware of the fact that he is rather feminine in appearance and has made peace with this. Mao has a serious fascination with snakes, green tree pythons in particular.

Other: Mao carries around a satchel filled with all manner of snacks as well as a box of bandages,a switch blade, three notebooks, some pens, and several menus from his mother's restaurant. The device that he has strapped to his leg is really nothing more than an ipad in a heavy duty casing that he uses for work.

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

Hey, no issue Diz. I'm no stranger to not being able to afford a hospital room for a problem. Is everything else alright at home at least?

Space Adventures

Before he'd even knew it Rocky had begun to drift off into sleep, mostly unbothered by the sounds of clanging in the engineering bay just one room over. Though it had been difficult in the beginning, the skalen had learned to adjust to the sounds of metal on metal that were near perpetual thanks to the lack of a need for sleep for X. These were sounds that he could sleep through. The intercom however was another story. Rocky's head snapped up almost instinctively as the radio crackled to life, his pupils narrowed and then expanded a bit to accommodate the low light setting in the cargo bay. Were it not for his lack of lips, the skalen would have very likely given a rather impressive grimace as the intercom's audio levels fluctuated several times. Still, he couldn't remain annoyed for very long, after all, the prospect of a job to bring in more money and supplies was enough to put the proverbial bit back in his teeth.

Rocky waited until the announcement was done before he slowly got up and sauntered towards the engineering bay. His arrival was mostly masked by the clanging sounds within the bay, though he did give himself away with a small stumble when the light of a welding torch caught his eyes. Rocky watched with razor thin pupils as his crew mate and friend X hammered away at some new device that would probably take the better part of half an hour to be explained to him. He considered waiting until X was done to speak This consideration was brief, and was rather quickly dropped in favor of simply letting out a loud grunt to catch X's attention "Hey, the hell is wrong with the intercoms? I though you fixed 'em all ready." he asked over the sounds of metal working. A single sentence was all it took to understand why 'Rocky' had received his name. The skalen's voice was extremely deep and gruff, somewhere between the sound of a diesel truck starting up and the voice of a man who had just spent the last five years smoking a pack of cigarettes every day.

The Family That Slays Together [Reboot] [Family of Supernatural Hunters]

Dimitri drained his mug and went to let Brutus in from the back yard as it seemed everyone was preparing to go about their tasks for the day. He was prepared to call out to Jack, however X seemed to have his own ideas regarding the youngest of the slayer family. Dimitri followed after X and Jack towards the garage, catching up with them in little more than a dozen or so strides, "Not to step in on your bonding time X, but I planned on having Jack ride with me to school today man. We've got something important we need to talk about." he stated with a somewhat pointed look at Jack. Dimitri hoped that neither of the two would contest his decision, the last thing he wanted was to have to argue and risk being late to school. Dimitri was no stranger to the world of public education; the orphanage he'd hailed from had an on going program with a few of the schools in their area to ensure that the children could attend and still receive some sort of education prior to being adopted. It had allowed Dimitri to bounce back into the school system just in time for his senior year of high school fairly easily after his adoption into the Blackwell family. Still, the long nights of training and fighting monsters had left little time to actually apply himself with studying and the completion of homework and projects, which had caused his grades to slip a bit more than he would have liked. Suffice to say, Dimitri couldn't risk wasting any time at all if he wanted to graduate.

The Family That Slays Together [Reboot] [Family of Supernatural Hunters]

Dimitri nodded in appreciation for the mug of coffee and went over to the fridge to grab some creamer as his siblings conversed at the kitchen counter. He remained wordless during the conversation about Jack, preferring to save any comments about the boy for when he and Jack where in private. He did however groan slightly as the scent of weed hit him in full force. After adding a splash of irish cream to his coffee Dimitri sauntered back over to the trio and raised his brow slightly at Krystoff. Dimitri wasn't really one for weed or any other sorts of drugs, though that hardly left him in a position to judge. His particular poison was alcohol, honey whiskey being a favorite among the many soporifics out there. Still, drinking was at least moderately easier to hide if one had good tolerance and the presence of mind not to go into a place smelling like a bar. Ganja was a bit harder to hide given its pungent oder and tendency to cling to one's clothing. "So what's the plan here, Krys? Speed on your bike to try and get the smell off or douse yourself in cologne?" He inquired a bit more sardonically than intended.

The Family That Slays Together [Reboot] [Family of Supernatural Hunters]

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