MonsieurShade

Black Lagoon: Different Lagoon

Dimitri cursed as he protected his head from Alice's blows before grabbing her arms and swinging his upper body upwards suddenly. There was a rather nasty 'crack' as Dimitri's head connected with Alice's nose, giving the demolitions expert the window he needed to overtake Alice and pin her to the floor with her arms above her head. "Sorry Alice, but you could do with a time out" Dimitri said in spanish, reverting to his native tongue as he often did when situations seemed to be getting a bit out of hand to him. Keeping her arms pinned with one hand, Dimitri produced a zip tie from his back pocket and then proceeded to awkwardly flip Alice over onto her stomach, essentially straddling her, though he showed no signs of shame nor embarrassment at the fact, merely mild amusement due to the way the situation was unfolding. Working quickly, Dimitri tied Alice's hands behind her back and sat her up so that she could sit cross legged. With that problem solved, Dimitri stepped back and wiped a bit of sweat from his face, wincing as he brushed a bruise that was starting to form under his eye, "Jeez, and people say my self control is poor. Look, if you keep calm until we get to port then i'll take you to the seediest bar I can find, then you're more than welcome to beat the shit out of the patrons inside.". And odd reward for good behavior, but given Alice's penchant for violence after fire fights, Dimitri was sure that she'd at least consider his proposition.

Gladiators

Gunnar sat in one of the rows of the coliseum alongside the civilians who had come to enjoy the latest match. It was the nord's day off both as a guard, and a gladiator, so naturally he decided to spend the day watching the battles, though, sadly the current battle was rather lack luster. "COME NOW, SPILL THE BEAST'S ENTRAILS! VARNISH THE DIRT WITH HIS BRAINS AND BLOOD!!! WHY DO YOU HESITATE!? IT WILL NOT EXTEND YOU THE SAME COURTESY!" Gunnar snarled, his heavy accent and booming voice ringing above the crowd at the two combatants; one being a greek man who appeared to be in his late twenties, and the other being a fully grown male african lion. Gunnar threw his hands up and hawed in disgust as the lion dashed the man into the dirt and ripped out his throat. "It's as though every new gladiator is nothing more than fodder for the beasts these days, eh Geir?" Gunnar said before reaching out and patting his pet on the side, eliciting a displeasured grunt from the boar as it was forced to turn its attention away from the small sack of truffles that served as its treat. As the lion and corpse were removed from the ring, Gunnar began to toy with the thought of entering himself despite it being his off day, after all, it could very well be the day were he might finally meet someone who could send him to Valhalla.

Operation Hell's Fury (War of the Scales saga #4)

Jacque clucked his tongue as the acid and water began to react violently, though fortunately for Jacque the volume of water was greater than the volume of acid, leaving him relatively safe. The water elemental watched as the flame-thrower soldier flew down the hall courtesy of Amber, and send a torrent of now violently bubbling and boiling acid after him, "Chemistry 101 champ, if you want acid to actually affect a base or neutral on the pH scale, make sure there's more acid than what you're using it on!" Jacque called as the torrent promptly swallowed the soldier and flung him out of a window. Manō meanwhile reformed and released a distorted roar as it wrapped its limbs around the tech soldier's throat and began to thrash him about the ship like a rag doll.

Gladiators

This still accepting? I do so love a good battle~

name: Gunnar Brynhildr
age: 26
gender: Male
nationality: Norse
appearance: Right here - He's massive in every sense of the word, standing at 6'7" with shoulders nearly four feet across
weapons: Axes, though he'll take whatever he can slice or bludgeon with. The guy isn't picky.
work outside being a gladiator: Pretorian guard
revolutionary or not: Not, all he knows and cares about is combat, and the arena gives him ample chance to spill blood
Bio: Originally born in Nóregr (norway), Gunnar came from a tribe of people who were barbarians in every sense of the word, nomadic and extremely violent, Gunnar's tribe pillaged and murdered their way through the countryside, earning the moniker "the white plague" for their habit of attacking a village before or during a snow storm. It was shortly after his 21st summer that his tribe was finally destroyed, and its members either killed, enslaved, or sold off. Gunnar would find himself in Rome, sold to take part in the gladiator battles. As a man born and bathed in combat and blood, it goes without saying that Gunnar thrived, somehow surviving five years in a row and showing such terrifying skill and brutality that he caught favor with the emperor, who would later offer him a position as a guard.
Pets: A young male wild boar that he was given upon request to the emperor. It's name is Geir.
Extra: As a believer of Valhalla Gunnar LIVES for battle and believes that one should only die on the battle field. He holds great respect for the other gladiators, especially those that he believes might actually be able to kill him.

Drifting (A comedy Science Fiction)

Jacque took note of Jason's growing interest towards the metal that his weapon was comprised of and cleared his throat, "Probably best if you remained ignorant of that material's true potential. Don't take this the wrong way young man, but when you humans find something novel or interesting, you always seem to loop back into how to kill your fellow man with it. And you'll find the strangest or pettiest reasons to try it out." he said as he followed his comrade of of the room and down the hall, pausing for a moment to look down at Becca's body before speaking once more, "Honestly its somewhat repulsive, i've never seen a species that down right cherishes the slaying of enemies as much as your kind. Well, perhaps besides the water buffalo of earth's african plains, but everything else generally kills to live, not just to do it.".

Drifting (A comedy Science Fiction)

"I suppose that would work. If any of you should run across this buffoon before I do however...." Jacque trailed off and thinly smiled as he titled down his glasses, "Leave him alive for me. I want to teach him a lesson on wasting other's time with such childish games.". Jacque's words dripped with malice which was somehow made even more sinister sinister by his calm, almost amiable expression and glinting red eyes. The murderer readjusted his glasses and overlapped his hands over the top of his cane, he made note of Warden's abilities and mentally checked her off as something to be slightly wary off despite her innocent appearance, "Now then, I believe you said my partner would be Jason...", Jacque turned to Jason, "Well then Jason, now they you're sufficiently armed, could we perhaps see to beginning our man hunt?".

The Guardian Alliance

Name: John Lockhart
Appearance: Right here
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: John tends to be a pretty reserved, albeit somewhat apathetic, kind of guy who's often reluctant to get violent unless he can't avoid it. He can be sarcastic, brutally blunt, and pessimistic to a sometimes aggravating degree.
Power: Hybrid physiology - John shares many attributes with that of a Gila Monster, to include increased strength, a heightened sense of smell, and an extremely toxic bite (His venom is a neurotoxin and a bite to a human from him is the equivalent of a Gila's to another animal of equal or lesser size.), he also has an unusually high pain tolerance, likely brought on by constant experimentation.
History: John can't exactly say what his life was like before becoming a mutant. Then again it would be hard for anyone to recall such a thing if they were abducted at the tender age of three. A good deal of John's life was spent in the laboratory, his days were filled with all manner of injections, sample extractions, vivisections, and various endurance tests. When the mutant uprising happened John found himself in a precarious situation; either join the Organization and hunt down his kind, or life on the streets like an urchin and have to constantly look over his shoulder. The choice was fairly simple to say the least. He's been with the Organization ever since, serving as a mutant hunter for his tracking ability.
Other: John generally prefers to offer mutants a chance to join the Organization rather than die, though this does not mean he won't kill if forced into it. He also enjoys pickled eggs.

Black Lagoon: Different Lagoon

Discontent said
Guys. Guuuuuys.Preeettyyy suuure someone else can handle explosives duty.

You dare imply that I, the shadiest of Monsieurs, cannot handle the task of blowing away all who oppose me in a vibrant shower of fire, guts, charred metal, and various forms of bodily fluids and excrement!? HERESY I SAY!

Drifting (A comedy Science Fiction)

"You needn't yell out, young man. Although I do share your ideals towards the man on the intercom, i'm more than capable of hearing you speak in a normal manner from such a small distance. Not to mention rushing a man while he's eating is incredibly rude." Jacque said with mild annoyance as he reappeared in the door way shortly after Marcus turned to interact with Kijani. The vampire loomed over Marcus, sporting no signs of the deed he'd just committed save for a slight red tint on his lips and the slight copper-like scent in his breath. "Now then, how should we go about finding the fool on the intercom? I stated earlier that I would varnish the floors with his brains, and that is exactly what I intend to do." Jacque said, speaking of his intentions casually, as though the act of murder were nothing more than a small chore to be dealt with at the earliest sign of convenience. Becca's body meanwhile lay a few meters outside of the doorway, her now extremely pale body lying face up with her arms folded over her chest. Rather than two puncture wounds, the young woman's throat sported six on both sides of her neck, an indication to whomever might later examine her that Jacque's teeth were more akin to a shark's than the vampires of lore.

Drifting (A comedy Science Fiction)

Jacque stared down at Becca's body with interest, the corners of his mouth curved upward ever so slightly. "How unfortunate, the poor child's heart was just too weak..." Jacque said, feigning sympathy better than even the highest calibre of actor. The vampire strode over to Becca's body and grabbed her by the throat, "Still, it would be terrible to leave her here, and I am rather parched. Pardon me while I remove this from the room." Jacque said before turning on his heel and existing the room. The vampire carried his meal a few meters away from the door, then wasted no time plunging his teeth into her throat and draining the life giving nectar from her body.