MonsieurShade

Monster Ops: Neutralization (Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou RP reboot)

@Turboshitter Admittedly I might've gone a tad overboard with the gloom n' doom idea, but I was hoping to have him get over his issues with time with character development. My main intention as far as game play was to make him sort of like a grumpier, less self deprecating Manako who only hints at how depressed he is when he's gotten a bit too deep in the cups. I can tweak the character to remove the more serious bits like the aggressive behavior and the more manic depressive stuff if you'd like. Or as you said, I can make a new character entirely once i've come up with an idea.
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Edit: Decided to opt for a new character. Should have it up soon.

Monster Ops: Neutralization (Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou RP reboot)

Eh, why not? Always enjoyed the series even before it became animated.

Dimitri Cromwell

Name: "Dimitri. Dimitri Cromwell."
Age: "My birth record says twenty five, my liver says fifty."
Appearance:

Appearance

- "Okay, I thought I asked for a better picture! This does NOT depict me in a good light!"

- He stands at approximately 6'1" and weighs about eighty two kilograms, as seen in the picture provided. Being a werewolf Dimitri naturally sports a bestial appearance, however he falls in line more with the traditional wolfman type of lycanthrope rather than the more canid one that is often portrayed in media today, or the fully lupine one from old folklore.

Gender: "I'm a guy, kind of begs the question of why i'm here really since you guys mostly hire chicks."
Blood type: "B negative. Look, you guys do know I carry dog tags for a reason, right? You can get this info quicker that way!" (Dog tags? How ironic~) "Can...can you not?"
Birth date: "*sigh* May 8, 1991"

Previous criminal record: (You know what you did. Please stop harassing the new recruits, Ms. Smith.) "I may or may not have terrorized a few farms and eaten a lot of livestock. I also might've been charged with grand theft auto for stealing a truck to avoid the angry farmers that wanted to fill me with buck shot."
Special skills: "Well from what's been tested thus far, my senses are all several times stronger than that of a human being, my sense of smell especially. Not to brag, but I could pick out a single person's scent from about eight miles away if I had something to go off of. I'm pretty damned fit as well, not that I wasn't before, but now they're saying I'm like, what, five times stronger than the average man? About twice as fast too. Before all of that I took up mixed martial arts, and I would like to think that i'm a halfway decent piano player."

Psychological profile: Dimitri displays a level of cynicism and irritability typical of those dealing with clinical depression, though he takes great strides to hide this with sarcasm and a dry sense of humor in an attempt to pass himself off as being simply disinterested in everything. The belief that Dimitri is depressed is strengthened further by the fact that Dimitri also happens to be an alcoholic, and has been known to, on several occasions, abuse his extrahuman physiology to imbibe more soporifics than can be safely consumed by a normal human being. The source of Dimitri's depression is thus far up for debate as he has a habit of dodging and deflecting comments about subjects that displease him through any means necessary, be it petty insults or even threatening behavior.
Dimitri seems to be much more prone to following his more basic instincts that other monsters might be, especially as the lunar cycle draws nearer to the full moon, under which he becomes increasingly aggressive towards those around him.
A not so well known fact about Dimitri is that he seems to have a mild obsession with cleanliness.

Medical health record: "I'm allergic to silver and wolfsbane. I think that's about it really." - Dimitri has a severe allergic reaction to silver and wolfsbane. Coming into physical contact with these substances causes him to break out into a painful rash and even some blistering on the affected area, and ingestion of either of these substances can send Dimitri into anaphylactic shock and kill him. Physically speaking Dimitri is in excellent condition; being much more physically fit and durable than all but the most athletic of human beings. His extrahuman biology makes him less prone to becoming sick, however he's still more than capable of catching human diseases if forced in close proximity to a sick person for too long. Wether or not he can catch canine specific diseases remains to be seen. His senses, though much greater than any human being's, are not without flaws: His sense of smell and sense of hearing can be subjected to sensory overload if he isn't careful about his location. A rather interesting thing to be mindful of is that Dimitri has no sweat glands, instead he is forced to pant like a dog would in order to keep from overheating due to the course hair that covers him from head to toe.
Relationships: "Family in America, a few friends all over the place. No *ahem* "steamy details" to speak of."
Miscellaneous:
-He always carries a flask filled with scotch with him.
-Hates being used as a bloodhound.
-Gets used as a bloodhound often anyway
-May or may not shed on furniture

War of The Angelic Trio

@Wisp
Cain was pulled once more from his thoughts by the sound of a voice calling to him. For a second the Bishop blanched as he was approached by Picard, his gaze vacant as his previously preoccupied mind taking a second to piece together and process the information it had just been presented with. "Ah..." Cain began before he cleared his throat, "My sincerest apologies there, Master Rayne, my mind has been elsewhere for just a bit too long it seems." He stated as a somewhat sheepish expression wormed its way onto his face. His royal majesty, King Valentine Regnier had requested his presence specifically, this both excited and troubled the bishop quite a bit. He started to ponder just what it was that was going on that would require his presence before his majesty and his sister, but chose not to dwell upon it for too long. It was not wise to keep royalty waiting, and Cain had a bit of a walk to go if he wanted to get to the king's study, lest King Valentine lose his patience.

Cain calmly and quickly swiped away any stray bits of dust or dirt that might have adhered to his cossack during his jaunt about the kingdom earlier in the day, " I guess i'd better be off at once then if i'm to meet His Majesty himself. Thank you for the notice, I truly am sorry though that you had to walk all the way down here just to get the message to me". It hadn't been the first time that someone had to be sent from the cathedral or even from the castle walls and into the city just to relay a message to the bishop, however Cain had been adamant about spending time not tending to the duties that came with his role assisting the church as much as he possibly could, even to the point of residing within the church's walls alongside his subordinates when not attending ceremonies in the cathedral or castle. It was a humble sort of living, more than likely less grand that what he could have expected within the cathedral, but it allowed him the chance to do as much good as he could at a time. No chore was beneath him. None too small. He was ready to do whatever it took so long as it got his curse removed.

In spite of this, as Cain began his trek to the palace to meet with the king, he couldn't help but lament the fact that the church could stand to at least be a little closer.

War of The Angelic Trio

@Dracogenius I'm also sorry that this has become a point of stress to you. I've read the update as well.

A New Land of Fantasy

@EurmalEye @TheUnknowable @Talipaendrag

Jacque gave a small nod to Jile and spared a glance at Zane and what remained of the group, "I guess i'll chat with you lot later, for now i'll make myself as useful as I can. Best to make a good impression on the first day and all that, you know?" he stated before he split away to approach one of the natives alongside Jile. He remained quiet as the magus asked the native about where supplies could be procured, being more interested in examining the young woman's strange features. He knew practically nothing about the nature of the natives, but back home horns, wings, and a tail on a humanoid typically hinted at an infernal lineage. That was something to keep in mind for sure, but the girl seemed benign enough, and no one seemed to take exception to her being in the fort. All in all Jacque figured that it wasn't too big of a concern so long as he didn't wake up to Mizzie carving someone's heart from their chest.

After picking up on Mizzie's less than stellar understanding of the imperial language Jacque took a small step forward to catch her attention, "Market, yes. Trade goods to make food." he said slowly before he withdrew a pumpkin seed and brought it to his mouth to get his point across. The huntsman was no stranger to working with people that couldn't speak imperial. He wasn't exactly able to speak the languages of everyone he traded with, but he'd learned pretty early on that some gestures were universal. "Meat." He reached over his shoulder and gave Alu a soft pinch, something the monitor seemed to take offense to given the hiss Jacque got in response "Seeds.", he brought up the pumpkin seed again, "Tools." he said before he withdrawing his knife from it's sheath and crouching to dig at the earth. With his display done Jacque stood once more and sheathed his knife before nodding at Mizziem "You show us market, help find goods? Yes?".

A New Land of Fantasy

@EurmalEye
It now occurs to me that the whole mess hall bit might've been meant as a chance for everyone to get to know each other better. If that is indeed the case then i'm sorry for not having my character go along with that, I just figured that since most of his story and personality hinged on his nature boy attitude that it would make more sense for him to get out and about as soon as he possibly could.

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

@Mistress Dizzy Don't stress it Diz, March was a bit of a sore situation for me as well. Who'd of thought that March madness could take on an entirely new meaning, eh? Anyway, don't worry, i've waited this long, I can wait longer so long as you can continue to sort out IRL issues.

War of The Angelic Trio

If I might pop in here for a second? I've always just operated under a self imposed "wait two posts before posting again" rule. The only times I would typically fail to post again after the aforementioned two posts would be either because A: I engaging in dialogue or actions with one specific person where others could not respond, B: I had no idea what to post, or C: I was busy. In the case of the last two I would usually make mention of the issues at hand. I find that waiting for 'X' amount of posts to go by before a person posts again rather than having a turn order is one of the easier ways of getting things to remain smooth. The tricky part is to make sure everyone is properly tagged in a post and/or ensure that two people interacting are not doing so in a manner that would be considered important for plot reasons/ severely interfere with things chronologically. The tagging posts bit is fairly simple, just clicking the mention/quote button will do, though the chronological issue might be a bit more difficult. In the end I find that the best way to solve that issue is by having interactions that have been frozen in place for a bit be mentioned and treated as though they occurred in past tense before having the characters transition over to what ever may be happening currently.

A New Land of Fantasy

@EurmalEye
Jacque cold barely contain the urge to smile like a daft fool as he listened to the blacksmith explain what sort of jobs there were to be done around the fort. Fortune favored the huntsman it seemed, as he not only had the opportunity to hunt sooner than initially expected, but he also had a chance to make himself useful with the little bit of shamanic magic that he knew. Granted his magic wouldn't really do much in the way of growing crops: the one spell that he knew in relation to sustenance was a purification spell, meant to prevent poisoning from tainted food and water. Perhaps when he gained more experience with his magiks, but at the very least he could potentially increase the shelf life of what little there was to go around.

That would have to come later though, for now Jacque wanted the chance to go out and get a general feel for the new land, not to mention potentially bag something to bring back to the fort. As he followed after the blacksmith Jacque decided to pipe up once more,"I used to hunt for a living back home before coming here, i'll think i'd rather put away my belongings and head over to the warehouse to see what I can do. If you can point me in the right directions then with any luck I can see whether or not they'll let me set up some traps for small game and such, maybe a few bigger ones for these undead you mentioned. Not exactly I need a meal right now anyway, got some jerky and pumpkin seeds to-". The hunstman stopped and lightly bopped his forehead, "The seeds! Why didn't I think of that earlier?" Jacque mused aloud before he began to pat himself down, "Never liked 'em roasted so I always ate 'em raw..." He muttered to himself as he searched his person, paying little mind to Alu as the monitor shifted this way and that to avoid falling off of him, "Here we are!".

Jacque produced a simple cotton sack and tossed between his hands with a pleased smirk, "Is there any chance that planting these might help us yield crops? I know that there's not much in the way of livestock here to help make a proper patch or something, but i'm sure with enough man power we can get something close enough to get these to grow. I'll even help with that as well as hunting if someone can show me how to tend to them right.".

A New Land of Fantasy

Despite his initial desire to take in the splendor that was the new continent, the hunter known as Jacque had found himself in bit of a predicament: While he'd managed to take the voyage to handle the ride to the new continent with little problem save for the slight headache that came only when one unaccustomed to constant exposure to sea air breathed to much of it for too long, his body had started to adapt to the subtle swaying motions of the ship as it had sailed. The result of this was that he was almost forced to take a knee nearly three steps into solid earth to properly, no pun intended, ground himself, lest he fall flat on his ass. After rooting himself in place in a spot that he hoped wouldn't put him in the path of someone that happened to be bust, Jacque took the time he was spending getting used to stationary footing again to also survey the area and people around him.

Those that had arrived before the latest batch of colonizers looked to be a combination of fatigued, irritable, and hungry, completely understandable considering what the Lord had said regarding food. Jacque couldn't help but smile just a tad, after all, a lack of food meant that not only would he potentially be able to hunt to his heart's content, but in doing so he'd be earning his place among the others that would call Fort Narselis home. There were many things to be done before that however: First and foremost he had to properly introduce himself to some of the others if he was to live in close proximity to them, following that he would have to find a place to unload his supplies, then after that he would have to ask around to see if there was work to be done within the fort, as well as ask Lord Justed permission to join a scouting party to see if he could find a game trail or two that hadn't been cleared of fauna by all of the recent activity.

The huntsman started to feel a touch overwhelmed as he realized the work that would lie ahead of him before he could actually begin to enjoy himself. His concerns were pushed to the wayside however as he felt a familiar tugging sensation along the back of his cloak. Shortly after the sensation began, a narrow, scaly head peeked over his shoulder, and from it's mouth came a forked tongue. "We'll have to put in a bit of work for me to convince people that you're here for pest control instead of being a potential stew ingredient too, won't we Alu?" Jacque said with a hint of mirth. The monitor lizard gave Jacque a quick glance- more so out of recognition of the sound the huntsman had made than out of understanding, before it continued to look around with mounting curiosity.

Once he was finally certain that his legs wouldn't betray him, Jacque started moving towards a small cluster of people that he'd seen get off the boat before him. He put on a welcoming, if not somewhat reserved smile as he caught the tail end of the conversation, specifically the bit where the large man mentioned food, "If what Lord Justed said really is as bad as he made it seem, then you might have your work cut out for you looking for a meal.". Jacque came to a stop from the group about a yard and a half away and gave a soft nod, "Sorry to intrude in your conversation like that, didn't really know how else to go about introducing myself just now. I'm Jacque.".