C'est en train d'être un enfer d'une journée... Jacque s'est moqué à haute voix alors qu'il suivait ses compagnons pour aider la nouvelle arrivée sur les lieux. Le chasseur se lança du rebord et débarqua avec un rouleau et un court grognement d'inconfort alors que son armure le pinçait en quelques endroits. Ses plans ont été abattus, c'était une petite source d'ennuis pour lui, tout comme le fait que le bruit calamiteux qui est venu avec l'assaut du nouveau chasseur sur le pack Jaggi et leur chef pourrait très bien conduire à une certaine attention indésirable.
Jacque se leva et tira son arme du dos, mais ne s'engagea pas immédiatement. Garder la grande épée directement devant lui, Jacque a lentement commencé à encercler les autres combattants, faisant occasionnellement un faux coup à un Jaggi qui a tourné un peu trop près à ses goûts alors qu'il essayait de se faire une idée de ce qui se passait. Reema et Roland s'en tenaient à eux, à son approbation, et il semblait même qu'un plan fût travaillé pour contraindre le Grand Jaggi à une manœuvre de pincement. Jacque, pour sa part, a commencé à faire ce qu'il pouvait pour agir en tant que contrôle de foule, de peur que la grande bête essaye de tomber derrière ses alliés emboldés. Le chasseur s'est emparé et a balancé son arme dans un large arc horizontal, n'y mettant que suffisamment de force pour convaincre le jaggi qui tentait de l'étrangler que se rapprocher était une mauvaise idée. L'idée fut encore plus concrète lorsqu'un jaggi tenta de frapper Jacque par derrière, prenant son apparence large et maladroite pour signifier qu'il était lent, seulement pour se retrouver empalé sur les lames vicieuses de ses épées quand il tourna autour avec une vitesse presque monstrueuse. Jacque était trop familier avec la façon dont les chasseurs de paquets aimaient opérer: coupé, foule, et attaquer les points aveugles, une tactique standard qu'il avait vu beaucoup de fois avec velociprey. Ce n'était que trop malheureux pour les Jaggi qu'ils n'aient pas été aussi rapides dans leur attaque que la famille de proies tendait à l'être.
Jacque s'est retourné et a jeté le corps du Jaggi à ses camarades avec un son de sucage humide que la chair a été râpé loin du métal. L'autre Jaggi, en réponse à la vue du corps cassé de leur compagnon de meute qui leur a été jeté, s'est débrouillé et a sauté hors du chemin. "Qu'est-ce que tu attends? Je suis là! Venez à moi!" Jacque a aboyé alors qu'il respirait vers l'avant avec son arme pour forcer l'autre Jaggi à faire un pas de côté ou à sauter en arrière. Il a continué à travailler le groupe de jaggi qui a tenté de l'entourer, marchant dans le temps avec chaque souffle pour les amener à aller dans la direction qu'il voulait. Ajoutant à cela Jacque élargissait occasionnellement l'arc de ses balançoires, servant deux objectifs : la première et la plus évidente était d'empêcher une attaque arrière comme celle qui était en train d'être mise en place pour le Grand Jaggi, et la deuxième - et plus importante - raison était de s'assurer que le jaggi se concentrait presque exclusivement sur Jacque alors qu'il les guidait lentement plus près de Roland.
Name: Jacque Baila
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jacque stands just slightly above the average male height at approximately 191cm and weighs 83kg. Jacque's skin is a light shade of brown that is pockmarked darker freckles around his shoulders and on the back of his neck, and by old scar tissue in various forms on his torso, hips, and upper back. His physique is that of a man accustomed to doing manual labor: Strong and sturdy with muscles that more easily resemble taut cables than they do flesh. Jacque is a bit thick around his midsection where his core muscles lie, but he is by no means fat. The best way to describe his body type would be "bear mode fit". As far as facial appearances go Jacque is relatively average in appearance: He sports a slightly rounded face with average sized lips set under a slightly flat nose, pockmarked along the bridge with a small group of fainter colored freckles that are set under a pair of dark grey eyes. Jacque keeps his shoulder length black hair dreadlocked and pulled back into a pony tail during hunts to prevent it getting in his eyes, but allows it to otherwise hang freely.
Personality: A pretty easy going dude who is as home in the wilds as he is at a bar, Jacque is a pretty free spirited individual who sees the hunting of monsters as a time honored tradition and the testing of a man's strength rather than the removal of pests and threats. He treats the beasts that he fights against with the same amount of respect that he shows his companions, never being one to underestimate a monster's strength and intelligence. Jacque knows his limits and does what he can to plan around them accordingly, often preferring to try and drag out his fights a bit to and learn a monster's patterns before fully engaging his foe.
Armour: Jacque wears a full set of low rank blade master velociprey armor
Weapon: Jacque's weapon of choice is the great sword, he's currently in possession of a


Attack: 480
Special: N/A
Affinity: 0%
Sharpness: Yellow/Green

Backstory: Born the son of a fisherman and a barmaid, Jacque's upbringing was about as simple as one could get for a child growing up in a seaside village. Like his father before him Jacque became took up the life of a fisherman at the age of sixteen, taking along with his father and the ten man crew that worked under him to set out to sea in search of a bountiful harvest. For years everything remained simple: Wake up before dawn, go out to the docks, grab a bite to eat, ship out until dusk or until the fish quota was met.
During this time Jacque found out that one of the crew happened to be a retired hunter, and after several weeks of begging and pestering managed to weasel the rare story (and even rarer lesson) out of the old man. One day the fishermen decided to turn in early after an unusually successful fishing trip found them with enough food to see a nice income and feed the small village for at least two months. Unfortunately for everyone aboard the ship, that much fish in one place attracted some very unwelcome visitors. Before anyone could process what was going on the ship was being swarmed by a group of ludroths in search of an easy meal. When the initial shock wore off the crew immediately went about trying to protect their haul from the would be scavengers, beating them back with oars, harpoons, or anything else they could get their hands on.
The commotion of the battle would draw an even bigger threat to the motley crew in the form of a massive lagiacrus unlike any the crew had ever seen before. The beast's hide shone a briny white color, and from its throat came a torrent of lightening that ripped the smaller boat apart in minutes. The last thing Jacque saw before he slipped under the waves and blacked out was the ivory shaded monster's hellish red eyes boring into his. When he awoke again Jacque found himself in an infirmary back in his village alongside the retired hunter and one other crew member. When asked about what happened the hunter admitted to grabbing hold of Jacque and swimming until they were picked up by another fishing boat. A bit more pressing by Jacque would reveal that his father and the remaining seven of the crew never made it bag, having been lost either to the sea or to the ludroths and lagiacrus that had attacked the vessel.
Time went on and Jacque healed and underwent the grieving process alongside his mother, but no matter what he did from that point he always found himself relieving that final moment with the ivory lagiacrus. Initially obsessed with revenge Jacque managed to convince the old hunter from his crew to train him to slay monsters. The next few years of Jacque's life were filled with grueling training comprised of backbreaking physical exercise and countless hours of reading about monsters. In time Jacque would find his desire for revenge beginning to dull as a newfound respect for the beasts he would fight, and it is this respect that would spur him on when he finally began to hunt on his own.
Other: Though it does nothing to stop him from actually hunting them Jacque views monsters to be beings of divine power, or in some cases, literal gods. He mentally ranks each species based on which family it belongs to, with elder dragons and leviathans being at the top of his list in terms of reverence. Although he no longer desires revenge for what the ivory lagiacrus did to his father Jacque still harbors an obsession with hunting it down, viewing the beast as a challenge directed to him specifically by the gods.