MonsieurShade

Black Lagoon: Different Lagoon

Below the deck of the Higgins, Dimitri was hard at work with his latest pet project, sitting cross legged whilst surrounded by heaps of indiscernible parts, wires, and vials of chemicals each sporting one sort of hazard logo or another. Next to the man sat an iPhone charger/auxiliary device which was currently blaring the song Date Rape as loud as it possibly could. "Just gotta plug this wire here, a stitch this up here...aw yea...lemme see you in the light you beautiful mother fucker!" he said happily before holding up his latest invention with a somewhat concerning giggle of glee. Clenched between Dimitri's hands was what appeared to be a simple brown stuffed rabbit with a happy face embroidered on its stomach. Although harmless in appearance, the toy was stuffed with enough semtex to turn the inside of a truck sized vehicle -along with everyone inside of it- into the type of scene that would make Michael Bay weep with pride. Assuming that by some miracle the explosion didn't immediately kill the intended target, Dimitri's addition of several screws, bits of glass, and bits of jagged metal into the limbs and head of the toy ensured that nothing would walk away.

The Dominican man stood and kicked his way through the mess on the floor of his tiny workshop, and set the toy down on a shelf along side several other toys, some of which were equally as unassuming as the newest addition, while other looked like something out of a horror film, which, considering the fact that they were for psychological warfare as well as physical warfare, made them all the more fun for Dimitri to use on whatever poor bastard he was told to kill. Dimitri wiped his hands on his pants and exited his 'workshop' via the stairs to the deck, quickly wiping away the grin on his face and replacing it with the slight scowl he often chose to wear around his fellow mercenaries, though he couldn't help but smirk slightly at Alice's offer to shoot Krista "Why don't you two just fuck instead? It'd be a hell of a lot more entertaining for everyone." he said, punctuating his proposition with a snicker.

War of Magics

Caits said
Welcome, yes, the teachers themselves aren't necessarily characters played by anyone but myself at the present time. Simple because i know how they should be portrayed. We would love to accept you as a student however

In that case, i'm in. Thanks for letting me know a teacher position wasn't available :)

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Is this still accepting? And if so, might I be able to RP as a teacher? If the answer is no, then i'll be happy to adjust my CS accordingly

Name: Reginald Lockhart
Nickname (if applicable): Reggie
Age: 24
Looks (pic or discription): Yo'
Main ability: Earth, metal to be specific.
History: Reggie's life isn't particularly sad, but its still full of challenge. The boy was raised in an all female house hold after his father passed away from a heart attack. His upbringing, coupled with his feminine appearance, made Reggie a prime target for bullying and unwanted advances alike during his youth. To compensate Reggie became abrasive, crass, and quick to resort to violence. This attitude would later get him noticed by an old sage who saw great potential in Reggie. After much training by said sage, Reggie learned to (mostly) reign in his hair trigger temper and instead focus his energy into learning and harnessing his powers so that he might possibly help others like himself. And what better way to do that than to join a school for fellow magic wielders?
Other: Despite being calmer than when he was young, Reggie boasts a silver tongue, a wicked sense of sarcasm and will still snap at or full on deck someone if they mistake him for a woman. The dark circles around his eyes are due to the fact that he spent many sleepless nights practicing his earth magic.

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John slowly rose to his feet and began wiping his face, "Don't worry, this isn't mine. Just after Don left I got blindsided by a boar, it was all pretty much a blur, and before I knew it I was drinking the poor beast dry like some sort of juice box." he explained as he reached down and picked up his lance. The dampyre opened his mouth to mention how draining the boar had made him feel stronger when an intoxicating odor hit him, "That...that smell..." John said with a slight rasp as he inhaled deeply and slowly looked to James with glowing red eyes. John watched as blood dripped from the barbarian and swallowed audibly as he felt himself being overcome by an unsettling urge to try and feed off of the armor clad barbarian, "We can discuss what happened later Zaf'. I think it'd be a good idea if I got some fresh air." John said before bolting from the room in a blur of motion, determined to get some distance between him and James before he did something that would likely get him and the barbarian severely hurt.

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"GIVE ME A REAL CHALLENGE!!!" John's voice boomed from the confines of the forest. The dampyre, having followed Don into the jungle but staying behind as the other left, was growing bored, not only was he growing bored, but he was growing angry. Around him lay countless slain boars, each sporting either a nasty slash wound, or a gaping puncture wound. John snarled viciously as he impaled a boar mid charge and flung it over his shoulder, not even bothering to check and see what loot it dropped. "This is boring, I should've tagged along with James. AT LEAST THEN I'D GET A REAL FI-", John's words where cut off as a boar rammed into his side, sending the two toppling down a hill. Once hitting the bottom John, started to see red, and before he knew it the dampyre had pinned down his swine adversary and had ripped away his own face plate. John hissed and sank his fangs into the boar, eliciting a squeal and a bout of thrashing from the beast. It wasn't long before John regained his senses, however by then the boar was long dead, "Oh my god...what did I just do?" John stammered as he backed away from the body. The knight felt sick but at the same time he felt strangely rejuvenated, no, more than that, John felt slightly stronger. With blood smeared around his mouth, John brought up his menu screen and tapped the 'friend teleport', scrolling through the names to figure out where the others were before clicking Zaffic's username, "I..I think thats enough training for now...". In a flash of light, John appeared next to his friend with a somewhat dazed expression and a mouth covered in blood.

The Never Ending Hunt

Name: Jacque Marrow

Age: 24

Race/Species-Demons and Angels only/Class-humans only: Human/Hunter

Hometown: Ursus

Parent(s): Cornelius Marrow, Adeline Scratch

Weapons: Recurve bow [arrow types depend on the prey in question, blessed silver for demons, demonic blood tipped for angels, etc.], silver edged tomahawk
Special Abilities: Peak human condition - able to preform on par with the best human athletes in terms of strength, speed, & stamina
Adrenaline surge - Can willingly increase his heart rate to the point where everything seems to move in slow motion to him
Adept in several types of hand to hand combat [his favorite being pradal serey]

Appearance: Hunter guise & Civilian guise

Pet/companion: A pair of bloodhounds named Cain and Abel

Personality: When not on the hunt, Jacque tends to act as a fairly reclusive and reserved fellow, opting to keep to himself unless he's actually required to interact with a person either to gain a lead on a target or to keep up appearances. This is merely a ruse however, his true personality is much more crude and tenacious, Jacque derives great pleasure from the hunting of demons and angels, believing that not only is it his job to rid his world of them, but that the two species are by far the greatest prey the world has ever seen. Jacque can be cold and exceedingly ruthless, willing to go so far as to injure or cripple an innocent or loved one if it means drawing out his quarry.
Years been in hiding(Angels and Demons)/Years been hunting(Humans) and circumstances/reasons why: Twelve. It originally started with his grandfather, who took part in the war seventy five years ago. After surviving the war and siring a son, Jacque's grandfather made it his mission to teach his son how to bring down the creatures that plagued his youth, Jacque's father in turn taught Jacque.

Personal Background/History: "So, you want to know my story eh? Fine then, its not like i've got anything better to do. I was born in a small town to the west of Osya to a hunter and a merchant's daughter. As it turned out, papa wasn't just a hunter of celestials and the damned, he was a zealot who believed they would bring about the end of man if not purged from the planet. So, he taught me everything he knew, my days and nights were filled with training exercises so harsh that they would bring a grown man to his knees. But I survived, no, I THRIVED. When my father was content with my training, he began to take me out on the hunt, were I discovered something about myself; I was good. Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever, and papa Marrow ended up losing his head to a pair of demons, which I promptly slew. Between you and me though, I think the stupid bastard got careless and deserved to be decapitated. I've been hunting on my own ever since. Well, not completely alone." *pats Cain's head with a wry chuckle*

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John stifled yet another laugh as Susanne slapped Don, however his amusement was soon displaced with annoyance as Don and Zaffic chose to air on the side of caution rather than find something a bit more challenging to test out everyone's abilities, "Fine fine, we can play it safe for now. Man, that means the loots gonna be really crappy..." he lamented as he kicked a small rock. As much as he hated it, John had to admit that it was a wise plan to start out small, but still the gamer in him couldn't help but raise hell at the fact that there would be no rare item drops from low level monsters, "So...when do we set out then?".

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Pretty much. I was aiming for that to be how he was with everyone. I wanted John to come off as the kind of friend that'll be quick to let someone know when their idea sucks, be the first to say 'I told you so' when said idea back fires, and to occasionally have a bit of fun at the expense of others, but he'll still have your back at the end of the day. I guess in a way he'll act more like an older brother, which is a lot like how I am with most of my actual friends.

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Christ on a cracker, i'm gone for a few hours and theres a discussion of people trying to hook up? I certainly hope that I don't appear to be doing that seeing as i'm trying to lean towards the 'mildly annoying but concerned friend' appearance rather than the 'establish a relationship' one.

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John waited quietly as Don handed Susanne her helmet before speaking, "Welp, Don seems to have come up with a pretty good idea. But first-" John trailed off as he snagged the ointment from Susanne and opened the jar, "...Suz' here is gonna hold still and keep her hair up long enough for me to put this crap on her face.". Not waiting for an argument, John dipped his hand into the jar and began to unceremoniously smear the ointment onto the marks that adorned Susanne's face. The dampyre looked to Don with his eyebrow raised, "So, were exactly do you have in mind? I was gonna go grinding in the jungle region before all this kicked off.".