Après s'être trouvé une pièce de rechange, le chasseur connu sous le nom de Jacque s'est trouvé débordé par la nudité de la pièce qu'il avait revendiquée comme étant la sienne. Ayant grandi dans un petit village avec peu de luxe, la vue d'un lit simple, d'une poitrine et d'un petit bureau a fait des merveilles pour faciliter sa transition de la maison où il avait grandi et de cette nouvelle île. Il débloqua le baldrique qui tenait son épée sur son dos et s'appuya sur l'arme puissante contre le petit lit, où elle fut rapidement rejointe par un sac de jute contenant ses vêtements et plusieurs livres sur la biologie des monstres. De là, Jacque se mit à retirer son armure, commençant d'abord par les gantelets et les pauldrons qu'il n'avait pas intentionnellement jetés sur sa poitrine d'approvisionnement. Une action qu'il regrettait assez vite lorsque les articles d'armure se claquaient fort contre la pièce de meubles en bois.
Jacque tira un peu du son, faisant une note mentale alors qu'il continuait à dérober pour être un peu plus prudent avec ce qui était littéralement la seule chose qu'il possédait qui était garantie de l'empêcher d'être immédiatement déchiré ouvert au moment où quelque chose de plus grand qu'un vélocidrome a pris un swipe sur lui. Avec le poids de son armure enlevé, le chasseur a pris un moment pour savourer la sensation de légèreté avant de fouiller le sac, produisant une paire de pantalons de coton gris foncé, une chemise de coton noir, et un grand et lourd livre à oreilles de chien. C'était une belle journée aujourd'hui, alors qu'il a fini de donner ses vêtements Jacque a décidé qu'il pourrait aussi bien faire un peu de lecture à l'extérieur d'une peut-être frapper une conversation ou deux avec les habitants plutôt que de rester dans sa chambre comme un ermite. Bien qu'il n'ait plus l'armure, le chasseur retourna encore la grande épée qu'il mania à sa place sur son dos après avoir ajusté le baldrique pour s'adapter à son cadre maintenant nu, se sentant nu et déséquilibré sans le poids familier sur son corps.
Satisfait, Jacque sort de sa chambre avec un livre à la main, profitant momentanément de la sensation du sol frais sur ses pieds nus jusqu'à ce qu'il remarque quelqu'un s'approchant de l'extrémité opposée du hall. Bien que cette personne était une vue étrange étant donné le fait qu'ils ont été trempés de la tête aux pieds et goutte d'eau sur le sol avec chaque étape Jacque encore beaucoup sourit comme il a supposé cet homme pour être l'autre chasseur que la réceptionniste de la guilde mentionné plus tôt. "Ne pouvait pas attendre un jour avant de commencer la grande chasse, hein mon ami? Ça a dû être la bête de l'eau qui t'a laissé si engloutie! Dis-moi, qu'est-ce que c'était? Un gobelet? Un groupe de Ludroth peut-être?" Il s'enquiert avidement, d'une lueur excitée dans l'œil alors qu'il supposait par erreur que son compagnon chasseur était frais d'une chasse.
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.