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9 yrs ago
Current Tfw you want to go to the gym and get your stronk on but you've busted your shoulder and need let it rest.
9 yrs ago
Holy fuck. Ok, shit. Insane hiatus. Fuck. I'm still around folks, just been beyond extremely busy. Will try (heavy emphasis on try) to be more active in the coming months.
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10 yrs ago
God forbid I be one of the lucky bastards that doesn't have their wisdom teeth grow in. Nah, just fuck my shit up fam.
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10 yrs ago
As someone who works for a pet store I both love and hate pixar. The next person that tries to ask me if we have "a dory fish" for their goldfish bowl is getting straight up clubbed like a baby seal
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I'm just a simple college student working his way through life while simultaneously testing the limits of how much caffeine and alcohol the human body can subsist on before it gives out. Just call me Shade.

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Jacque cocked his head sideways when Hikari picked truth, "Back to the pattern huh? Alright, I guess I can work with that.". He lowered his finger to Hikari's arm, "I read the file on you, it mentioned something about how you wouldn't talk to them about the tats, so, what exactly do they mean? Where'd you get em? You can either either one of those questions, doesn't matter to me.".
Mateiu let out a soft whistle of approval as he finally entered the cafe/bakery behind the crowd. It was a nice place, spacious, but not so much so that it lost that warm feeling one usually got from,say, their home. Couple that with the pleasing aromas of fresh brewed coffee and sweets fresh from the oven, and it was enough to make Mat feel as though he were human again. "Yea...I think I might just like it here..." The zombie said to himself as he eyed the pastries on display near the counter through his tangled locks.
Despite his normally somewhat disinterested expression, a corner of Jacque's mouth curved upwards imperceptibly as he flicked the driver's hat onto Krait's lap and regressed his arm back into its human state. Before deciding which person he would pick, Jacque offered up a quick apology to the driver who merely sighed and grumbled something along the lines of 'not getting paid enough for this shit'. "Lets see...how about you?" Jacque crooned before pointing at Hikari, "Truth or Dare?".
manapool1 said
so when you say zombie, I know you mean like hollywood zombie, but like chemical zombie or like reborn from the dead zombie, and will I get infected from biting you?


Whoops, should've replied to this sooner. I meant zombie as in 'brought back from the dead by magic' zombie, hence the reason he's intelligent and won't rot away like a viral/chemical one. If he bit you it wouldn't cause you to become one, but given the fact that he's dead, it can still cause a really nasty infection or death if untreated.
Jacque let out a heavy sigh at the dare, 'Of course, make the guy with the busted arm do something involving a lot of movement...'. The gator man looked around the interior of the limousine, it appeared there was no physical means of reaching the driver without getting out of the vehicle, unless..."Alright. Seems simple enough.". Jacque raised his functioning arm and balled up his fist, the limb underwent a partial transformation, quickly expanding muscle, and replacing skin with thick scales, and nails with claws. Not even stopping to think about it, Jacque punched the wall just to the right of Krait's head, his arm smashing through the wall with only minimal resistance, right where Jacque assumed the passenger seat of the car would be.

The driver shrieked, the vehicle swerved slightly swerved a bit, "What the FUCK are you people doing!?", Jacque drew back his fist and leaned forward, "Gimme your hat." he said calmly, "My hat? Why would y-", "The next one goes through your chest.". There was a brief moment of silence, then a shuffling sound before the hat was pushed through the hole Jacque had made. Jacque picked up the hat and twirled it on his finger, "Un chapeau.".
Jacque's eyebrows shot up in surprise as Krait picked him next, "Uh...I guess i'll break the pattern here and pick dare.". Truth be told, neither option seemed particularly appealing, but when faced with the choice of doing something stupid or revealing something about himself, doing something stupid won seven times out of ten.
[Mateiu][A floral shop near the TBC]

"Oh come on, pleeeeaaaaasseeee?", A voice cried from the interior of a flower store. The voice was attached to one Mateiu Rivera, a zombie currently on his knees begging profusely for a job, "Look dude i'm sorry, my boss said we didn't have any more job positions, look man, i'm sorry but you're starting to freak people out. You gotta get up." the cashier -a young somewhat scraggly looking teen- said as he tried to help Mateiu up and usher him out of the door. Mateiu sighed heavily as he was promptly escorted out, "So much for landing a job fresh off the boat..." the zombie muttered dejectedly as he shuffled down the sidewalk.

Despite being told to head straight to the Turnpike cafe when he'd stepped off of the vessel escorting other nonhumans to the island, Mateiu figured he could at least try to score a job on the way there, clearly to no avail as the first place of interested rejected him in less than ten minutes. Head and shoulders slumped, Mateiu shuffled behind the crowd and waited for them to enter, 'Cheer up old boy, this is a fresh start, not everyone gets what they want on the first try. Just gotta stay positive!' he thought in an effort to perk himself up. God as his witness, Mateiu was going to make something of himself on this island even if it killed him...again.
Appearance right here folks
Creator: MonsieurShade
Name: Mateiu Rivera
Age: 25 (looks 16 due to the fact that he doesn't physically age)
Species: Zombie
Powers and Weaknesses (If applicable.): Super human strength (able to use his muscles to their maximum ability), incapable of feeling physical pain, is effectively immortal as long as nothing happens to his brain. Mateiu is incapable of healing from injuries on his own and has to stitch himself up to avoid losing limbs after a scuffle (his injuries can be healed by magic, but he doesn't know any), an injury to his head can kill him if severe enough, he's *terrified* of vultures.
Other: Mateiu is a vegetarian despite what most people think when it comes to zombies. He'll be picking up a job at a smoothie shop down the street from the cafe once he settles in . What power would I want? Intangibility. The possibilities when one can move through solid objects are endless (I'll never lose my keys to the dreaded couch again >:D).
Matthew's smile widened as the door began to swing open, "Hell- huh?". He looked a bit to the left, then the right, why, there seemed to be no one at the door at all. Mat had just been about to poke his head in and call out to someone when he noticed a mop of red hair not much different from his own a bit below him. The young man's smile returned as he saw the little girl peering shyly at him from behind the door, "Why hello there!" he chirped brightly before crouching down so that the girl didn't have to look up. Matthew loved kids, perhaps it was because the aura of innocence that emanated from them, or maybe because he himself still clung to his inner child despite his intellect, in the end though the reason behind this was beyond Matthew's comprehension, "Well aren't you just adorable! Is there an adult I can talk to around here sweetie?". He didn't have to wait long for an answer as the Housekeeper loomed over the child and asked Matthew how she might be of service. Mat bounced a bit and sprung back up into a standing position, "Hi there, the name's Matthew Lockhart, I think my folks sent an email or a letter or something here a few days ago about my arrival?".
As the young man and housekeeper had gone inside, Matthew it seemed had zoned out as he watched a few brightly colored birds flitting around among the trees. Only when he'd heard the door close did he realize what had happened, "God damn attention hyper deficit disorder..." Matthew lamented while flicking himself on the side of the head as if to tell himself to pay attention. Mat lightly but rapidly wrapped his knuckles against the door and put on his best smile. Time to make a good first impression.
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