MonsieurShade

The Superhero RP

Jacque ran along the rooftops of district one, leaping and rolling whenever the situation called for it, but ultimately staying along the same route. It was nearly time to pay the rent at his apartment, and while he had more than enough money to pay for it and for things such as groceries, it wasn't enough for him to pay for rent, groceries, AND buy that nintendo controller coffee table that he'd been eying for the last three weeks, which meant it was time to play robin hood, only with a lot less giving to the needy. Jacque had to admit though, he was surprised that no one had bothered beefing up their security systems with all the the burglaries he'd pulled off. "Guess the good ol' folks of district one can believe something could ever happen to them. Pff, lotta' good that thinking did them." the young criminal snorted as he shifted the duffel bag strapped to his back. He'd already struck five houses, but that didn't mean he couldn't snag a few more loose pieces of jewelry or help himself to the rainy day money in people's safes, after all he might want that funky little rocking chair bed he's seen online. Jacque wasn't quite sure if it was all that comfortable, but that was besides the point. He wanted it god damn it! The boy stopped on top of a house with just the things he was looking for: No car in the driveway, tucked a tad bit away from the others, and most importantly, a skylight. Jacque quickly unscrewed the cap on his camel pack and smirked as water pour out and floated up to where his left arm would be, then shaped it into a makeshift arm, "Oh the price you poor bastard's will pay for aesthetics." Jacque chuckled as he slipped his liquid appendage into the cracks and wrenched the window open enough for him to slip in with his bag. It was only when he dropped in however that he heard the ever so infuriating sound of a burglar alarm being activated, "Aw hell. Caution to the wind then". He didn't have much time, so Jacque forwent the formalities and tore through the house for anything valuable, then kicked down the door and sprinted down the streets as fast as his legs would carry him. Already he could hear the sirens close by.

The Superhero RP

This still accepting?

Name: Jacque Maaka

Alias: Flood

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Powers/Abilities: Advanced Hydrokinesis

Personality: Jacque has a very "I do what I want" mentality. He can be stubborn, crude, verbally and physically combative, and quite a smart ass, though he does have rare moments of kindness

Backstory: Jacque grew up in New zealand to a pair of particularly overbearing parents. Needless to say, the constant stress from his father wanting him to fully embrace his maori heritage and his mother constantly demanding the impossible from him when it came to school left a particularly sour taste in Jacque's mouth when it came to authority. When he hit thirteen Jacque discovered his hydrokinetic powers, something that had been passed down to him by his ancestors along his mother's side of the family. As these abilities had not been passed down to his mother and his father was not aware of such powers, neither one of them was thrilled, though they tried to treat Jacque the same as they'd always treated him. The problem? Now Jacque could lash out when he'd had enough, making him much more aggressive and combative than before. Eventually his parents agreed to send him to study abroad, more so for their safety than his benefit. To cap off this tale of Jacque's misadventures, he ended up dropping out around seventeen, stole god only knows how many things for cash, and has made a home for himself in a 4th district apartment, though he regularly visits the more wealthy districts for things to *ahem* liberate from the high class to make his life more comfortable.

Alignment Status: Villain

Other: He lost an arm to a bronze whaler shark a few years ago and carries around a camel pack filled with water which he uses as a surrogate arm.

Jacque

Whats the deal with that there Waffle Tomato Toaster Oven? I may wish to acquire one. Also, Carnage is best symbiote.

Smugglers: Last of Us RP

Several miles outside of the quarantine zone Dimitri was having a rather rough time trying to get back to safety. While he had managed to find an old pick up truck that looked like it would run for at least a little while if supplied with the right parts, it was the actual acquisition of the parts that was the problem. "Oh come on not again. All I need is ONE." Dimitri spat as he examined a rotten car battery from the seventh car he'd checked. It was pretty obvious things weren't going well for the smuggler, he was still short a car battery, a solenoid, a distributer cap, a rotor, and spark plug wires , not to mention he'd need a car jack and various other tools to put in the parts needed, like the tools that had been on the truck he was in earlier for example.
"Its like the universe just loves to toy with me or something...." Dimitri hissed to himself as he dropped the battery and pulled off his leather jacket before tying its' sleeves around it waist. The jacket did wonders for preventing clicker bites, but damn was it hot to wear the thing all day while working in the sun. The smuggler nudged the battery with his boot and let out a heavy sigh, then pulled out a near empty pack of jazz black and milds along with the gold Jack Daniel's zippo lighter he'd gotten from his father when he'd turned seventeen. Dimitri sat on the hood of a broken down Subaru and lit the tobacco stick, savoring the taste as he took a deep drag, 'Lotta' people would probably kill for a smoke these days' he internally mused as he blew out a plume of thick smelling smoke and examined the lighter in the sunlight, its outer casing having lost its reflective, almost mirror like sheen long ago and instead having been covered with smears and scratches. It was fitting really, like some sort of symbolism for Dimitri himself; once pristine and useful only when needed, now having lost its luster but filling a greater purpose than ever before.
Dimitri shook his head, no point in stopping to ponder about symbolism, it would be dark eventually, and he'd be damned if he spent a night out in unfamiliar territory again if he could help it. The smuggler stood and exhaled another plume of smoke, then continued searching for anything that would get him out of this hellhole.

End of Days: Breaking Powers

Well, that does put a slight damper on things :T. But its to be expected as Katherin did tell us in advance. Besides its only natural, everyone has their own things to do, waves to crest and all that jazz.

End of Days: Breaking Powers

I was just holding off until a few more people posted. Btw, sup Crim, long time man.

Strange Family {OOC}

"Sweet. I don't have to waste gas makin' multiple trips." John chirped before interlacing his fingers and stretching his arms outwards to pop his knuckles, "Lemme just grab my wallet and i'll meet you lot outside." was all he said before teleporting out of the room and back into the basement. There was a combination of shuffling and clinking sounds downstairs as he shifted around papers and vials that, much like what had stained his lab coat, were filled with only god knew what before he gave a cry of "Aha! Found you ya little devil!". Another teleportion placed him just on the stairs of the front porch, causing him to stumble a bit from the sudden change in footing, though he managed not to fall, "And now we play the waiting game." he said to no one in particular as he stared outward into the neighborhood.

Strange Family {OOC}

As no one had responded to Krune's entrance and question, John took it upon himself to do so and leaned off of Alice's head. "We're going on a shopping trip it seems. From what I gather, anyone's allowed to tag along. Though it begs the question, how exactly would we get there? Its a bit out of my range to teleport everyone that distance after all. And I'd offer to drive us, but my dear Darla won't exactly fit everyone.", John explained, his voice getting slightly sweeter as he mentioned his car. Truth be told it was nothing fancy, a grey '06 chevy impala, but it was his baby nonetheless, and he took a surprising amount of care of it for a man who rarely came out of the basement unless it was to eat, shower, or do something else important. John folded his arms and looked at everyone in the room, "Anyone got a suggestion? I'm open.".

Smugglers: Last of Us RP

Not many people remember what the country was like before the outbreak. Those that do usually could only remember bits and pieces, for example recipes, or maybe sayings or scenes from television shows. It was the latter that Dimitri remembered right now, more specifically one phrase from a kid's show he watched that went something like 'The word of the day is-', and right about now, the word of the day was 'fuck'. As in, 'Why the fuck did his team try and stop for the guy stranded on the road?', it was so obvious it was a bandit trap, how could only he see it coming? When the ambush happened Dimitri knew that his team was outnumbered, and he did the only thing that kept him alive for so long: He ran. Two of the bandits had broken off to catch him, but after so many years of having to evade everything for so long Dimitri managed to give them the slip. Whats more, he managed to kill one of them and drag away the body when they tried to split up and find him, the other, well, that poor bastard had the misfortune to wander into a building filled with runners.

Dimitri wasted no time and began looting the body when he figured he was safe, there was no reason to go back to his team, he knew exactly what their fate was. "No use mourning the dead, right?" Dimitri asked the corpse of the man he'd killed as he rifled through his pockets for anything that he could actually use. It would seem fate was at least partially in Dimitri's favor, as he came away with seven .44 caliber rounds which brought his ammunition amount up to fifteen excluding the six bullets in the gun, a few large bandages, and a small mag-lite, all of which he quickly shoved into his bag. With his new gear safely secured Dimitri began to move on, it was only a matter of time before the other bandits came looking for their comrades. There was no way he'd reach a safe zone on foot before dark, nor was there any way he'd get the vehicle he team came in on back, meaning his only option was to start scavenging any usable parts as he continued on.

As Dimitri walked, he could still feel that word tingling in the back of his head, well, no use in just letting it rot back there, "Fuck.".

Smugglers: Last of Us RP

Sounds good to me.

Strange Family {OOC}

John shrugged as Alice looked down at him and gave her two cents about his caution, "Can't be too careful.". John's attention immediately turned to the reanimated feline that had been rubbing against Alice's legs before Drac ran in to grab it, and as always when it came to Drac, John felt a slight sting of envy at the boy's abilities. 'To be able to reanimate the dead...what a scientist wouldn't give to be able to do that. Life ain't fair...' he mentally lamented as he eyed the animal in his brother's hands.