MonsieurShade

Delta Squad (Young Superheroes)

Jacque shifted uncomfortably in his seat as the tension in the room rose yet again, then seemed to linger despite the fact that John had stormed out. 'Looks like i'm not the only one with issues.' He thought whilst looking at the remaining people in the room. Still, Jacque couldn't help but feel as though John was being a bit overly dramatic, the boy had killed people yes, but at least it seemed he'd done so indirectly for the most part, John's hands were practically clean in both the figurative and literal sense when Jacque compared what he'd done to what John had done. "Well....that was something..." He said quietly, not quite sure were he was going with that statement.

When the World needs a Hero

Speaking of Pms Wizard, I sent one your way last night regarding my intro post.

When the World needs a Hero

"ANOTHER!" A hard, commanding voice boomed from somewhere within the cave. There was a shuffling sound, shortly followed by the sound of running water, and then a sound like wet burlap being torn apart, which, was actually what was happening at the moment. The burlap in question, was a sand filled bag that had one point sported the face of a demon painted on its front, that is to say before it was torn apart by a highly pressurized jet of water, a jet emitted from none other than resident water elemental and competitor for the 'prick of the year' award, Jacque Lacroix. Jacque scowled down at the remains of the target and willed the liquid that pooled around it back onto his person and into the shape of an arm, "Brutus, ANOTHER!", Jacque snapped. Jacque was met with the sound of growling and a sack being dragged as Brutus, his faithful companion, dutifully dragged out yet another heavy sack of sand. As Brutus drug the bag, the rhodesian ridgeback pup shook his head every now and then as though there were an actually demon gripped in his small, needle like teeth, something that caused Jacque to smirk approvingly, "Thats far enough boy. Step back.". The pup backed off just in time to avoid being caught in the next move, Jacque wasted no time willing the water into a whip-like tendril, flicking the bag into the air, then rearing the tendril back and swinging it back forward, resulting water's tip splitting the bag and scattering sand everywhere.

Just as Jacque was about to tell Brutus to bring him another target, another resistance soldier jogged behind him, stopping once he was a meter away"Lacroix! We've got new arrivals, Johnathan wants everyone gathered, including you." the soldier said before jogging back from whence he'd came. "Oh joy...more meat for the grinder. Can't wait to meet this bunch" Jacque hissed, his words dripping with sarcasm. Jacque really wasn't in the mood for a meet and greet, however Johnathan had made a request for everyone to be there,and given the fact that the guy had put a roof over Jacque's head when his resistance group was decimated by overwhelming forces several days prior to the new one's arrival, Jacque felt at least some what obligated to listen to Johnathan for now. Jacque willed the water back into the camel pack strapped to his waist, then tapped his leg once, "Brutus, come." he said before walking in the direction that the soldier had come from. Brutus barked happily in response, then quickly fell in line behind his master. It was time to see whether these newcomers would be useful in the resistance, or just more cannon fodder.

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CreedTheChimera said
*reads sig*Fairy Tail Abridged! FTW XD(unless it just so happens that Fairy Tail Abridged isn't the only one to use that joke...)

Nope, thou art correct in mine reference :D. I merely tweaked it a bit at the very end.

When the World needs a Hero

So much talk of livers yet not a single mention of hearts nor spleens. Hmph, ye philistines know nothing of organ connoisseurship. And frankly, i'm disgusted by such lacking tastes.

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thewizardguy said
So he's a spirit that lives alongside humans? Alright, fine by me. He's accepted.He'll be with the Surface Resistance.

Thats just about the gist of it. And sounds fine by me.

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S'up folks, mind if ol' shade joins the fun?

Name: Jacque Lacroix
Appearance: Jacque
Race: Elemental [water]
Gender and Age: Male, 20
Personality: Jacque is an...abrasive...individual, he can be crude, short tempered, and vicious, though if he warms up to you he'll generally be somewhat less of an ass.
History: Jacque wasn't always a walking talking ass, his personality stems from the fact that as a child he was an inhabitant of South Africa before the continent was blown to pieces. Three days before the nukes reduced his home to nothing the government tried to evacuate as many families as they could, dropping them onto neighboring islands before transporting them to the Enclave, Jacque's family only made it as far as Madagascar before the transport ships began to run out of room, until Jacque's parents chose to stay behind while he got on board. Needless to say, Jacque along with thousands of other people were pissed, pissed at the fact that the government had allowed countless people to die, pissed because they had no home to go back to and were left with nothing but the clothes on their backs, and most obviously, pissed at the gods. Jacque focused his fury on the gods with laser like precision for years, honing the elemental abilities that his ancestors had passed down through the ages, that up until now he'd tried to keep secret from the humans. Secrecy be damned now, Jacque wanted nothing more that revenge.
Abilities/Enhancements: Advanced Hydrokinesis [manipulation of water or other liquids]
Gear: A Machete and a large camel pack filled with water
Other: He has a 7 month old Rhodesian ridgeback pup named Brutus

Fallout RP

Ashton experimentally moved his foot around, grimacing as he felt small shocks of pain course through his foot every now and then, "I think i'll be alright. Although being shot really does suck all manner of ass, it isn't the first time its happened to me." he said to Nightingale. As Tesla mentioned heading to the outpost in Ottawa, Ash grunted and plunged his knife into the dirt, he wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of continuing to travel in a group, however his injury put in him at a disadvantage in the event that he got caught by more bandits, or god forbid, a death claw. Ashton wasn't too sure if there even WERE death claws this far north, but he didn't want to risk it on his own just yet. "I suppose the outpost is as good a place as any to get some real medical assistance. I'm in for now. It'll give me a chance to rest and restock too before I move on.".

Delta Squad (Young Superheroes)

Jacque silently thanked whatever deities were at work as Nic and John entered the living room and allowed for a change in subjects. As the delta squad leader plopped onto the couch Jacque shifted over to give Nic more room then shot John a dirty look. Nic might not have understood that he was being taunted, but Jacque knew all too well, and being that he was at one point part of a freak show, taunting because of differences be they in appearance or culture left a particularly bitter taste in his mouth. Jacque had been about to call John out for being an ass when John had popped the question about Nic's arrival, something Jacque had to admit he was interested in knowing as well. For now the gator man stayed quiet, hoping that Nic would answer before anyone else entered the room, the last thing he needed with his social anxiety disorder was to be crammed into a small place with every one for a fourth time today.

Fallout RP

Ashton was rather surprised when Nightingale brought him his stuff and only asked for a small portion of his offer, "Thats certainly doable, thanks a lot." he said sincerely before opening the bag. He reached in, lovingly brushing his shotgun for a second before digging around and pulling out a bandage roll, a silver flask, his bowie knife, and two cans of pork n' beans, "Bon appetit." Ashton said before tossing the cans to Nightingale. The wanderer quickly unlaced his boot and sucked in a deep breath before pulling it off gently. There was plenty of blood, though thankfully the bullet hadn't gone too deep, nor did it knick and artery, all in all Ash was certain he'd be able to walk on his own within a few hours of treating the wound.

"This is going to suck..." he mumbled before uncapping the flask and pouring the contents onto the wound. Theres nothing quite like feeling 90 proof whiskey seeping into a wound, that is to say, there's no burning pain quite like it, the alcohol made for an excellent disinfectant though, so for now Ash would have to suck it up. Pulling his knife from its sheath, Ash doused the blade in whiskey as well before jamming the tip into his flesh and easing the bullet out, gritting his teeth to avoid making a sound as it rose bit by bit before popping out with a gush of blood. Ever the endurer Ashton wrapped his foot and carefully slipped it back into his boot with nary a sound, then thanked his long since deceased sister for showing him how to dress a wound properly. It may not have been pretty, but it would help him get to a town where he could get a hold of a doctor.