Bien que ce fût peut-être une blague à ses frais, Jacque s'enorgueillit de la remarque de Reema sur la façon dont son apparence aurait pu attirer l'attention des bêtes. L'armure qu'il portait était celle pour laquelle il avait lui-même soigneusement recueilli les composants, et en tant que tel, il s'en servait tout autant qu'il faisait son arme. Tandis que le trio s'éloignait de plus en plus du monde de l'homme Jacque devenait un peu moins animé, faisant très peu de bruit sauf pour le soupir occasionnel de contentement ou l'étrange renifle pour voir ce qui sent la brise portée avec lui. C'était un vrai bonheur pour le chasseur. Il a peut-être apprécié le sentiment d'être dans un village, mais absolument rien ne pouvait se comparer à être dans la nature: L'espace ouvert, les odeurs et les sons variables, et la vue des bêtes comme les errants libres, tout a résonné avec Jacque de manière qu'il ne puisse jamais décrire en mots.
L'idée de combattre un Rathalos ici, cependant, a été très facile pour Jacque de décrire, « Ce serait certainement une bataille difficile. Beaucoup de ciel ouvert pour le roi de prendre l'avion pour un avantage. Aucune forêt dense ne signifierait qu'elle n'aurait aucun problème à faire des mouvements fractionnés de seconde par terre ou par air non plus. Gagner un tel combat ici serait certainement quelque chose à retenir. Pourtant, les rois du ciel ne sont pas ce que je serais le plus inquiet de me rencontrer ici.". Jacque fit un geste au troupeau de pâturage d'Aptonoth, baissant brièvement en regardant quelques-uns des plus vieux enfants jouer entre les corps de leurs aînés, « Je serais plus inquiet de courir à travers un Deviljho. Les bêtes raveuses sont très nomades puisque leur métabolisme extrême les force à dévorer tout ce qui ne peut pas s'enfuir assez rapidement. Un troupeau comme ça? Plein de jeunes gens? C'est facile de choisir." Pour Jacque tous les monstres étaient sacrés, mais il n'y en avait que quelques-uns qu'il craignait vraiment. Le diablejho était un tel monstre- un hyper prédateur qui détrônait et dévorait presque tout ce qui se trouvait sur son chemin.
Il a senti un frisson monter sa colonne vertébrale à l'idée de courir à travers la créature ici avec lui si peu préparé pour le vrai combat. Jacque s'est forcé à mettre de côté sa peur comme il pensait où il croyait que le prochain mouvement du trio serait. La mer était certainement un endroit qu'il voulait visiter bientôt, il l'a montré ses yeux alors qu'il regardait sur l'épaule de Reema et ils sont restés sur le patch sur la carte. Il voulait voir s'il pouvait trouver sa vraie carrière, mais pas encore. Il était encore trop inexpérimenté, sans parler d'un mauvais équipement. S'il devait visiter la mer, c'était à faire avec une chasse à l'esprit. "Je dis qu'on va dans les grottes pour l'instant." Il a atteint l'épaule de Reema et a tapoté l'endroit sur la carte avec un clin d'œil, tresses rebondissant avec l'action, "Voyez être un bon endroit pour creuser quelques champignons pour plus tard. Je ne connais peut-être pas la lisière du pays ici, mais à moins que je me trompe, les champignons aiment pousser là où il y a peu de lumière, oui?".
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.