MonsieurShade

When the World needs a Hero

[he's not using it yet, for now he's just helping the wounded off the battlefield]

When the World needs a Hero

Jacque watched the spectacle with wide eyes, "What the fuck..." he muttered incredulously as he watched the demon. Jacque looked to Zelos, then Johnathan, then finally, the pregnant woman, all three looked to be in bad shape and didn't look like they'd leave the battle field on their own. The elemental cursed and ran to Zelos, scooping the man up and over his shoulder, then scooped up the pregnant woman with water. Jacque moved as quickly as he could to the mouth of the cave and set the two down beside Johnathan and his family, "I NEED ASSISTANCE!". A few of the soldiers stopped to help, Jacque instructed them to take everyone back into the cave, an order that none of them questioned. As the humans did what they could to escort the others,, the elemental ran to the soldier who'd attempted to toss a grenade to disastrous results, "Come on soldier, you're no use to me dead." Jacque growled out as he helped the man to his feet, trying to escort him into the waiting arms of his comrades while the new comer engaged the demon. Jacque made note of the copious amounts of blood pouring from the soldier's wound, and on the battle field, then made a silent prayer that he wouldn't have to resort to using it all to combat the demon. Although human blood was comprised of enough water for Jacque to control, it make him feel nauseous whenever he used it, as if something vile was worming its way through his guts.

Monster Hunter

"Whats this I hear about a group of trolls?" A voice rang out from behind the board. There was a brief scuffling sound before a man perched himself atop the structure and grinned down at the others. This shirtless man, with long dreaded hair, and an intricate series of tattoos running from his forearm to his breast, marred by a single vertical gash, was none other than Mateiu Baila, one of the many hunters that called this village home. Mateiu leaned forward, looking for all the world as if he would fall at any moment, yet miraculously he managed to defy gravity with relative ease. Mateiu was decently known within the community, especially amongst the hunters thanks to the fact that he ran the local hot springs late at night, a place where many hunters went to unwind after a long trip. The hunter's eyes glittered with excitement, "Come come, tell me. Are they wreaking havoc? How many are there?", he asked eagerly. It had been a bit over a week since Mateiu had hunted last, and needless to say, he longed for the thrill of the hunt.

Monster Hunter

My computer is always being a fuckass, t'is why I've always preferred to use links on this sight. I don't know why I still try posting images, perhaps i'm just an optimist. lol.

Monster Hunter

Mind if ol' Shade jumps into the fray?

-name: Mateiu Baila
-age: 23
-apperence (picture needed):

Mateiu

-weapon(picture needed/ no fire weapons/) :

His weapon

-armor (optional/ picture needed): None (the crazy bastard seems to disdain wearing it)
-other job apart from hunter (optional): He picked up a part time job for the local hot spring, usually he picks up the night shift when the other workers are ready to go home.
-hunting tools (optional/ fire weapons are not allowed but you can have gunpowder): A small flask filled with poisons and venoms from various plants and animals (he pours it on his blade for bigger monsters), net, bait
-other: He can mimic just about any sound from an animal he's heard (with practice)
In case my computer is being a fuckass and not showing the images, i'm going to go ahead and post the links to Mateiu's appearance and his weapon
Mateiu
His weapon

Fallout RP

I agreed to go to the outpost, t'is up to the others now.

Its Been 6 Months Since The World Died. ( A Post Apocalypse RP)

Not too far off from where the gun had been fired, five men huddled around an oil drum fire perked up and began to stir, these men, with creul glints in their eyes, and twisted sneers on their grimy faces, were bandits. It had been several days since their last raid, and although there was still more than enough food and supplies to keep them going for at least two weeks, the group was looking to increase their stock, 'Chester, you stay and watch our gear, the rest of you lot with me." one of the bandits, a stocky man with greasy blond hair, and a nose that looked like it had been on the receiving end of one too many bar brawls, grunted out to one of the others. Chester nodded and picked up his weapon of choice -a machete- and twirled it a few times, "You got it Cliff. Hey, try to bring back a woman will you? Alive this time, I don't feel like fucking a dead body.". The group shared a laugh, then four of the men wandered away to inspect the gunshot, this was the moment that Dimitri Campbell was waiting for. For days, Dimitri had trailed the group from a distance, watching them, getting to know their patterns; eat, drink, sleep, piss, shit, kill, steal, and when they ran across an unfortunate woman, rape. Dimitri had wanted so many times to confront the group when they found some unfortunate soul, but as much as he disliked sitting idly, he knew it wasn't worth the risk. They had numbers on their side, jumping it would be suicide.

Now however, one of the men was all on his own, something DImitri had eagerly waited for. After waiting for fifteen minutes, Dimitri looked down at the watch on his wrist, '8:09 am' blinked onto the LED screen in short intervals, any moment now, yup, just like clockwork, ol' Chester set down his weapon and sauntered a few feet away from his camp, then dropped trough. Dimitri sprung into action, quickly and quietly closing the distance as he'd done so many times, stopping whenever Chester seemed to move his head to the side. The bandit hunter crept in, so close that he could hear the sound of urine hitting the ground, and worse, smell it. Dimitri drew his tomahawk and crossed the kast two feet that would bring him into striking distance, "Hey, how's it goin'?", "What the f-". Chester's exclamation would forever remain unfinished thanks to the spiked end of the tomahawk, which had found itself lodged in the bandit's head with a sound similar to the smashing of an over ripened melon. Dimitri grimaced as the bandit crumpled, landing in his own urine, "That is NOT a dignified way to go out..." he muttered before yanking his weapon free of Chester's head and setting about raiding the camp for anything of value. He was out in less than twelve minutes, now five cans of soup and eight full cigarette cartons heavier. Dimitri didn't smoke, but he knew that the tobacco sticks would fetch a nice price when it came time to trade. He thought it funny, in a world where people fought their damnedest to see the next day, a few were willing to trade one kind of death for another.

Its Been 6 Months Since The World Died. ( A Post Apocalypse RP)

Name - Dimitri Campbell
Age - 20
Appearance - I can never seem to post pictures on this damned laptop, so heres the link ---> Dimitri
Items - (Carry Light, you are walking a lot) He carries a hiking bag that contains the following: A small maglite, two bandage wrapss, two cartons of adhesive bandages, one roll of medical tape, a small sewing kit, antibacterial wipes, a zippo lighter, a small can of lighter fluid, pain pills, and one miniature crow bar [approx. thirteen inches in length].
Weapons - (Guns are aloud but remember that ammunition is scarce) A SOG tomahawk and a bike chain with a large pad lock clipped to hte end of it
Bio - Before the bomb, Dimitri had been an average guy from America who'd chosen to come to Britain for college rather than stay in the states. He'd been living there for just over a year and a half when the bomb had dropped and everything went to shit. Over the last six months, Dimitri has adapted surprisingly well, reverting to that basic fight or flight instinct that dwells within all living beings with very little effort. Also strangely enough, he actively seeks out bandit groups rather than avoiding them like other people would do, picking off the stragglers who wander too far, then looting them for anything of value before moving on.

When the World needs a Hero

Jacque smirked at the sudden arrival of what he assumed was another member of the resistance. As the demon turned to face its new aggressor Jacque made good use of the fresh wound's lack of closing and once again set about thrashing the water through the demon's body, "Don't turn your back on me beast!" he said with a malicious sneer etched across his face. In a surprising turn of events, the water, being comprised of a somewhat spiritual nature thanks to Jacque's elemental status slowly began to take on a few holy properties whenever it came into contact with the blessed bullet lodged in the demon's body. Jacque didn't know it, but he'd begun thrashing the demon's innards with holy water. Between the bullet, holy water, and Zelo's spell, the hell knight's time in the mortal realm would likely be coming to an abrupt and violent end.

When the World needs a Hero

Jacque snarled and withdrew the remaining water in the camel pack, increasing the size of his limb to massive proportions. "You WILL NOT touch him!" Jacque ground out before lashing out at the demon to follow up on Zelos' own attack. The water shot across the battlefield in the shape of a massive fist, however just mere seconds before it made contact, the fist narrowed into a tendril and forced its way into the demon's mouth and down the its throat. Jacque didn't quite know if the beast had lungs, or if it even needed to breathe for that matter, however just in case it didn't Jacque began to thrash the water violently inside of the demon's body, cracking bones, stretching organs to the point of rupturing, and generally wreaking havoc inside of the demon. It may have had a means of healing from external damage, but perhaps massive amounts of internal damage might be a different story. Whether it worked was now up to fate.