MonsieurShade

Monster hunter,

@Gravislayer
It does indeed seem as though they'd make a good pair in a fight, but I feel as though we may need someone speedy to come in since both the great sword and gunlance tend to favor high damage output over swiftness. Excellent when dealing with the beefier, slower monsters, but not quite as useful when facing something as quick as a nargacuga or as sporadic as tigrex. With any luck someone may come in with dual blades or an insect glaive to add a flurry of quick blows to the mix in between the strong blows.

Monster hunter,

And she is finished! Apologies for the wait, had to run some last minute errands.

Name: Jacque Baila
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jacque stands just slightly above the average male height at approximately 191cm and weighs 83kg. Jacque's skin is a light shade of brown that is pockmarked darker freckles around his shoulders and on the back of his neck, and by old scar tissue in various forms on his torso, hips, and upper back. His physique is that of a man accustomed to doing manual labor: Strong and sturdy with muscles that more easily resemble taut cables than they do flesh. Jacque is a bit thick around his midsection where his core muscles lie, but he is by no means fat. The best way to describe his body type would be "bear mode fit". As far as facial appearances go Jacque is relatively average in appearance: He sports a slightly rounded face with average sized lips set under a slightly flat nose, pockmarked along the bridge with a small group of fainter colored freckles that are set under a pair of dark grey eyes. Jacque keeps his shoulder length black hair dreadlocked and pulled back into a pony tail during hunts to prevent it getting in his eyes, but allows it to otherwise hang freely.

Personality: A pretty easy going dude who is as home in the wilds as he is at a bar, Jacque is a pretty free spirited individual who sees the hunting of monsters as a time honored tradition and the testing of a man's strength rather than the removal of pests and threats. He treats the beasts that he fights against with the same amount of respect that he shows his companions, never being one to underestimate a monster's strength and intelligence. Jacque knows his limits and does what he can to plan around them accordingly, often preferring to try and drag out his fights a bit to and learn a monster's patterns before fully engaging his foe.

Armour: Jacque wears a full set of low rank blade master velociprey armor
Weapon: Jacque's weapon of choice is the great sword, he's currently in possession of a

Vile serpentblade

Attack: 480
Special: N/A
Affinity: 0%
Sharpness: Yellow/Green

Backstory: Born the son of a fisherman and a barmaid, Jacque's upbringing was about as simple as one could get for a child growing up in a seaside village. Like his father before him Jacque became took up the life of a fisherman at the age of sixteen, taking along with his father and the ten man crew that worked under him to set out to sea in search of a bountiful harvest. For years everything remained simple: Wake up before dawn, go out to the docks, grab a bite to eat, ship out until dusk or until the fish quota was met.

During this time Jacque found out that one of the crew happened to be a retired hunter, and after several weeks of begging and pestering managed to weasel the rare story (and even rarer lesson) out of the old man. One day the fishermen decided to turn in early after an unusually successful fishing trip found them with enough food to see a nice income and feed the small village for at least two months. Unfortunately for everyone aboard the ship, that much fish in one place attracted some very unwelcome visitors. Before anyone could process what was going on the ship was being swarmed by a group of ludroths in search of an easy meal. When the initial shock wore off the crew immediately went about trying to protect their haul from the would be scavengers, beating them back with oars, harpoons, or anything else they could get their hands on.

The commotion of the battle would draw an even bigger threat to the motley crew in the form of a massive lagiacrus unlike any the crew had ever seen before. The beast's hide shone a briny white color, and from its throat came a torrent of lightening that ripped the smaller boat apart in minutes. The last thing Jacque saw before he slipped under the waves and blacked out was the ivory shaded monster's hellish red eyes boring into his. When he awoke again Jacque found himself in an infirmary back in his village alongside the retired hunter and one other crew member. When asked about what happened the hunter admitted to grabbing hold of Jacque and swimming until they were picked up by another fishing boat. A bit more pressing by Jacque would reveal that his father and the remaining seven of the crew never made it bag, having been lost either to the sea or to the ludroths and lagiacrus that had attacked the vessel.
Time went on and Jacque healed and underwent the grieving process alongside his mother, but no matter what he did from that point he always found himself relieving that final moment with the ivory lagiacrus. Initially obsessed with revenge Jacque managed to convince the old hunter from his crew to train him to slay monsters. The next few years of Jacque's life were filled with grueling training comprised of backbreaking physical exercise and countless hours of reading about monsters. In time Jacque would find his desire for revenge beginning to dull as a newfound respect for the beasts he would fight, and it is this respect that would spur him on when he finally began to hunt on his own.

Other: Though it does nothing to stop him from actually hunting them Jacque views monsters to be beings of divine power, or in some cases, literal gods. He mentally ranks each species based on which family it belongs to, with elder dragons and leviathans being at the top of his list in terms of reverence. Although he no longer desires revenge for what the ivory lagiacrus did to his father Jacque still harbors an obsession with hunting it down, viewing the beast as a challenge directed to him specifically by the gods.

Monster hunter,

So gobul is free to send me screaming into it's maw once more? Good to know. Currently in the process of scribbling up a sheet. May take a minute since i'm doing a bit of brushing up due to the fact that it's been a while since i've actually a played monster hunter game.

Monster hunter,

I'm currently in the process of writing up a sheet, but I have to ask something while I brainstorm a bit: Will underwater combat play a role here?

The Uncanny Teen Titans

Mao paled a bit at the scenes of devastation that had been shown to him and the other titans. It stole his breath away, and of all the words that he could have possibly been used to describe it, horrific was the only one that came even sort of close. The teen felt fear well up inside him, and yet in spite of it he still found himself following after Hadrian. As he took one of the seats the image he'd been shown replayed several times in his head. The site unsettled Mao to be sure, but following this loop was thought of how many people had lived in that area, of how many of them had been injured or killed for seemingly no reason, and with this thought, that uneasy feeling partially gave way to a white hot streak of anger.

Mao sat stone faced in his chair, his patient nature tempering him enough to not visibly give away his true feelings. He took a series of deep breaths both to try and calm himself as well as prep him for battle. A strange sound filled the air, not unlike the sound of cracking glass. Mao raised his arms ever so slightly from his seated position as a series of dull grey spots cropped up on his arms and hands. The spots appeared to be semiliquid in nature as they expanded to coat his arms in their entirety. Mao sped up the process a bit by rubbing the substance on like one would do with sunblock or lotion, curling his fingers and arms inwards every so often to keep them from being coated. When he was content with how it looked, Mao balled his hands into fists and swung them into one another, the substance on his fingers and knuckles hardening just moments before the impact. A single sharp 'clang' echoed through the interior of the plane before the rest of the substance hardened in response to the impact. When he was done, Mao held out his arms to examine his work, looking for all the world as though he'd just donned the vambraces and gauntlets of a medieval knight. "It's Hadrian, right? You seem to know a little about this guy we're about to fight, so what exactly should we expect to walk into?" Mao inquired with in a slightly sharper tone than what he'd used prior to now.

The Uncanny Teen Titans

Mao stood rigidly with his hand clasped around the doorknob to a bedroom and groaned loudly as the alarms began blaring inside of the base. Being that he had little more than a few articles of clothing, his phone, and a charger, Mao had been looking forward to simply getting himself a room and taking himself a long nap, content with worrying about actually putting away his things later. Instead the young metahuman gave a heavy sigh and threw the bag into the middle of the room, not even taking the chance to look inside to see what the bedroom actually looked like before he reluctantly turned around and trotted back towards the entrance.

Once met with Hadrian at the entrance Mao clasped his hands over his ears and cringed at the intensity of the alarms going off, "Christ alive that thing's loud! What's going on?" he yelled, trying to be heard over the noise.

The Uncanny Teen Titans

Although he did a somewhat decent job of hiding it Mao was beginning to feel more than a little overwhelmed as his new team mates explained and demonstrated each of their abilities, with Hadrian, Light, and Aria being the main sources for his increasing feelings of inadequacy. It was with the arrival of what could best be described as a sapient pile of goo composed of only god knew what that it fully dawned on Mao just what he was getting into pairing up with a bunch of metahumans. "Well...this is certainly shaping up to be a rather interesting day." he stated in a somewhat hollow tone, "I think i'll just go pick my room out".

Mao spared a moment to give a weak nod of greeting to the slimy new comer before making his way into the building. He didn't bother explaining what his actual abilities are to the others, that could wait until the training began. Mao made it ten step in before the word 'training' was fully processed beyond just a chance to show his stuff. Training meant work. Hard work. Likely lengthy work too. Any feelings of awe he may have had regarding the interior of the base were quickly swamped by a mounting sense of dread as he ventured further inside.

Onikisu

@Spriggs27
Mao continued to lock eyes with Ash despite her strange choice in action regarding her wardrobe, the entirety of his being squarely focused on staying alive for at least one more night. The scavenger clucked his tongue in disappointment at the response he received, though his grip remained strong on his weapons as he shrugged his shoulders in an attempt to appear nonchalant "I figure I got a twenty second head start before the freaks show up to find the source of the noise. Between the fresh freak corpses and yourself there should be enough meat here to keep em' busy for at least half an hour. Maybe if i'm lucky they'll be too full of meat to bother chasing a scrawny thing like me.". Mao took note of the woman's positioning and tilted his gun so that the barrel was level with Ash's left eye "Perhaps I get lucky and don't kill you on the first shot, maybe incapacitate you and let you flounder a bit to draw them away from me, yeah?" he stated with a noticeably sharper tone.

He rolled his shoulder a bit, almost as if to ensure himself that his supplies were still secure in his bag before he weighed his options. There was precious little time to scavenge before the night ended and the less adventurous survivors came out to forage for themselves, introducing yet another level of difficulty into the already troublesome mix. The gears turned in his head a bit more before he decided to gamble with a third option just this once, "Tell you what-" Mao began, still keeping his gun trained on Ash, "I sure as fuck ain't going to give up everything I got, but you can have some of my food since you kept me from being freak food. It's either that or I can just shoot you and take my chances with the beasts. Your call." Mao could feel the thudding of his heart in his chest and hear the rushing of blood in his ears as his adrenaline levels spiked along with the tension in the air. His finger played over the trigger of his pistol as he waited to see what Ash would say.

The Uncanny Teen Titans

"Built with the Justice League's help? Yeesh, must've costed a ton. How the heck do they afford these things any way?" Mao mused aloud as he shoved his damaged phone into his back pocket and moved closer to the group. Seeing the look Hadrian was giving everyone Mao decided it would be in his best interest not to go ruffling any feathers and nodded in compliance, "So the main rules thus far are don't be a prick and don't wreck the place, right? Seems simple enough.". With that bit of business out of the way, Mao jumped into the next order of business: Introductions. He piped up once more after one of the more...interesting looking members of the rag tag team prompted the others to give their name in addition to giving her own, though he paused momentarily and scrunched his face in a combination of amusement and bemusement when the she started talking about people being in dresses "I'm Mao, Mao Everett. It's nice to meet all of you.".

The Uncanny Teen Titans

"God forbid this place be an office building or something that I can just catch a train too. Be too much like right. Nah, let's have our hideout be in the middle of some god forsaken forest." Mao Everett muttered tiredly as he sauntered towards the location that he'd been given. Despite the young man's complaints, Mao understood perfectly why there was a need for such secrecy; he and his kind were hardly welcome in a public setting, and with violent outbursts against metahumans on the rise it certainly paid to have a meeting spot out of view of the public. Mao understood that, but understanding did little to sooth his displeasure over the fact that he'd just spent the better part of three and a half hours on a greyhound to New York before going on foot with his belongings for another half hour to reach the location marked on his GPS app. Mao was tired, he was hungry, and he really wanted nothing more than to go back home to his ruddy little apartment in Delaware.

The young malcontent's discomfort with the change in scenery and increase in activity were brushed to the side as he came upon a group of people that appeared to be around his age range standing in front of a large entry way. Mao paused momentarily as he pondered about what he exactly he should say to the group. If they were here for the same reason that he was then it was safe to assume that he'd be working with them frequently, all the more reason to give them a proper first impression. His phone announced his arrival for him, it's screen flashing to life before a cheery little voice chimed in with 'You have arrived at your destination'. Being lost in thought Mao jumped a bit and dropped his phone right onto a rock as his muscles reacted before his brain could catch up. He grimaced as he picked up the phone and observed the series of cracks that spiderwebbed over the screen "Well isn't that just lovely?".