Jacque a montré ce qui devenait rapidement son sourire de marque à l'enquête de Reema sur son bien-être, "Je pense que je vais vivre. Un peu de repos, beaucoup de glace, peut-être quelques verres, et je serai bon d'y aller." Il m'a dit qu'il y avait un ringard. Son comportement bruyant a bien fait de cacher le fait que ses blessures étaient en fait plus qu'un peu douloureuses maintenant que son adrénaline s'était usée. La chemise en coton gris a bien fait de cacher l'enflure et les contusions noires bleuâtres massives qui s'étaient formées sur son pectoral droit, l'épaule et le trapèze, bien qu'il ne pouvait pas faire grand-chose pour cacher les contusions pendant qu'il créait son os de col. À cela s'ajoutait l'anneau ovulaire des marques de dents qui s'est montré sur sa peau, chaque petite marque d'une teinte sombre de rouge étaient le sang s'était échappé des vaisseaux éclatés, mais s'était enroulé sous la peau non brisée. Il a refusé d'informer les autres de la douleur pour le moment. Ce n'était rien qui valait la peine d'en parler en ce moment, peut-être que ce serait quand les autres voulaient chasser quelque chose et cela pourrait risquer la vie de quelqu'un, mais ce soir? Cela ne servirait qu'à faire tomber la célébration.
Il a accepté la pierre gracieusement et a commencé à aiguiser son épée, en s'arrêtant momentanément à se demander s'il avait besoin ou non de quoi que ce soit du meurtre, "La tête fera très bien pour moi, merci. Tu peux avoir le reste de ma part du meurtre depuis que tu as du matériel Jaggi. Commerce équitable pour m'avoir laissé utiliser ta pierre.".
Il étouffa un ronflement de rire alors qu'il regardait Elysia ramasser le gros morceau de poitrine. Bien que la jeune femme l'ait tenu sans difficulté, il y avait quelque chose d'uniquement amusant pour lui quand il s'agissait de regarder des exploits de force préformés par quelque chose de plus petit que soi. Il était à moitié tenté de lui demander si elle voulait essayer le morceau de poitrine, si seulement pour sa curiosité sur la façon comique qu'il pourrait sembler de voir quelqu'un essayer de s'intégrer dans une armure construite pour une personne plus qu'une tête plus grande. Il s'y opposa, en partie parce qu'il craignait qu'elle ne s'en prenne et ne se venge, et en partie parce qu'elle lui offrait un service bien qu'elle n'ait aucune obligation de le faire.
Avec la petite traqueuse cherchant à réparer ce qui s'est passé plus tôt Jacque n'a pas pu le trouver en lui pour refuser son offre, « Que ce soit de ma part de refuser votre hospitalité. Mais j'insiste sur le fait que je vais devoir vous rembourser à un moment donné. Je ne prendrai pas de non pour une réponse!" Jacque a dit avec un autre ringard. Le rire a été coupé par un doux bruit étouffé car il s'est penché un peu trop loin vers l'avant trop rapidement et la poignée de son épée a pressé dans son épaule. La sensation étourdissante s'évanouissait intensément pendant une seconde, sa mâchoire bourdonnait un peu pendant qu'il griffait les dents pour éviter de faire un autre bruit. Il a corrigé sa position et a continué à travailler à travers la douleur, en essayant de jouer de l'incident comme il surpassait tout simplement. "Je dois vraiment apprendre à me concentrer sur ce qui est devant moi. Je vais perdre un doigt à l'épée un de ces jours." Jacque joua à moitié avant qu'il ne jette la pierre à Reema, "Bon comme neuf, merci encore de me laisser utiliser votre pierre.".
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.