#moonshine the jackal

[m3tal-f0x]

you're not a real fan until you've drawn your sona in the universe geeking out to your fav

Infinite design by @triple-starsss

(if Infinite looks a bit darker is cuz I use color picker, sorry gang) ((also maybe one day I'll make an actual post explaining my sona lore))

[lucin-kun]

What a fucked up family/j

[error-rambles]

Though I lost this picture of ABJ. I ended up calling him Moonshine for no reason other than I find it a pretty word.

[360poker360]

Common Names for Ace-Jack Poker Hand

Here's a list of all the names used for Ace-Jack Poker Hand:

Ajax

Blackjack

Hijack

Apple Jacks

Jackass

Blackjack and Hookers

Hijacker

Ajax Buddies

Jackaroo

Blackjack and Coke

Jack the Ripper

Blackjack and Moonshine

Jack of Spades

Apple J

Hijacked Aces

Jack Queen

Armani Jeans

Blackjack Ace

Jackal

Hijacked Jack

[letsunity]

The Lucky Batch

Bottom of the Barrel

It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair. 

Morast Tāne was strict, but they did their best for her. They made more of an effort than the other Jedi Masters, something of a parent-figure for her. They didn’t deserve to die.

And of course, as always, the all mighty Jedi Council put the blame on her. While Master Plo Koon and Master Obi-Wan Kenobi stood up for her, they were drowned out by Master Mace Windu. 

Though Master Yoda is the head of the council, Mace Windu is the main voice. He has a lot of respect from the others, his words influencing others. 

He had been a friend of Master Tāne. She could see why he’d blame her, but it wasn’t her fault. It couldn’t have been, right?

Master Tāne said to trust the force, and Kenlha did. She trusted herself, acted on what she thought was right and Master Tāne died. 

It was only because there wasn’t proof that she killed him that she wasn’t expelled from the Order. That and they needed as many force-users as possible. Hell, it was bad enough for her to be Knighted. 

Now she has to wait for a Battalion for them to dump her at. The 501st are fun and General Skywalker has a Togruta padawan. Someone else who understands the thorough upkeep of montral horns and lekku. 

“Kenlha, is it?” came a smooth voice, like molten chocolate. “Master Kenobi and Master Koon mentioned to me what happened. I am sorry for your loss,” he comforted graciously.

“Master Fisto, your words have more value than you know,” she continued, a little honoured to be in his presence. “They were a good master to me.”

“I didn’t get to speak with Master Tāne, but I heard many great things about them. I’m sure they’d be very proud of your recent knighthood.”

She wish that to be true.

“Would you like to meet your new squad?”

She gets her own squad? 

The green Nautolan motioned for her to follow him. Eager, Kenlha walked next to him, her mind racing with a million questions.

What did he mean? What new squad? Isn’t she supposed to join a new Battalion?

As the newly knighted Jedi stepped into the shipyard, her eyes were drawn to a colourful ship with a large clover on it. It was damaged and only had three leaves. 

Master Fisto smiled, nodding to that ship. 

“Clone Force 37,” he introduced. “They are your squad.”

A small group of clones jumped out of the door for dear life, ducking their heads as something exploded inside. As smoke bellowed, they began bickering over what caused it. 

It was at that moment that they noticed Master Fisto and Kenlha. 

“Was’ up, Kit!” waved a clone who plopped onto a GNK droid, sitting on it joyfully. “Yo, that your new P-to-the-Wan?”

“For the love of Prime, Jackal, never say that again,” his brother sighed, shaking his head, the braid flapping from side to side. “The question stands. Who’s this?”

“This is Master Kenlha Whiro, your new commanding officer,” Kit Fisto smiled, patting Kenlha on the back. 

A clone smothered in smoke and soot bounced out of the ship, tackling Kenlha. He grinned up at her, several burn scars on his face. 

His brothers surrounded her, excited to meet her and were like giddy children.

One of them with different-coloured eyes slapped something onto her chestplate. Confused, she looked at it, finding a large star sticker.

“I’m Pepper, the medic,” he introduced, grabbing one nearby, “and this is my twin, Foxy.”

“Jackal!”

“I’m Ballast!”

“Boots,” Boots said. After a moment, he grabbed a bit of scrap and lobbed it at the other clone’s head. “He’s Cypher, a bit if an airhead but when he’s paying attention, there’s nothing he can’t interpret!”

They were weird and she loved it. 

“They’re all mine?” Kenlha beamed, already in love with her new little brothers. “All of them?”

“As are those two,” the Nautolan added, motioning to a Captain with a young child with him. “Captain Raffle and Luna Evynder, your own Padawan.”

She was overwhelmed and astounded, unable to process the sudden gifts upon her. Master Kit Fisto was kind, but she never thought he’d give her so much.

So much that she probably doesn’t deserve. 

“I’m going to be honest with you, Master Whiro, these are not the greatest soldiers. In fact, many believe them to be the worst of the army. Though that may be so, everybody has a place in this universe. I have faith that you can take care of them,” he smiled, his webbed hands on her shoulders. “Know that not only I believe in you, but so will they.”

Teary eyed, Kenlha embraced the Nautolan, her montral horns pressing against his chin. She didn’t care that they weren’t good soldiers, they were hers. 

“Thank you, Master Fisto. I won’t fail you.”

“Nor will you disappoint. When it comes to the unusual, you need someone equally unique to lead them. Master Kenobi and Master Koon helped me talk Master Yoda in letting you have these clones. They believe in you as well.”

She wasn’t going to fail. As of now, she’s the leader of Clone Force 37.

“Welcome to the squad, boss-sis,” Foxy announced, patting her shoulder. “First things first, we'll show you how the moonshine maker works.”

Foxy might just be her favourite because of that alone.

Thanks to these guys for their characters!

@just-another-dreamerr​ @generaltano​ @radbatch​ @foxlock​ @maygaladon @lavenderstaars  @lusiawonder

[missoneminute]

Sorry, I was anon who asked about the solo record. Do you know of any tumblr pages that post about Carl? I’ve not long had and account on here and just seem to have found Libs generally other than yours. Thank you

Hello! I wish I knew more but all he’s said so far is that he’s making one - no idea when. He’s also making music for the Heartless Project with his sister. There’s a few people you can follow who post almost exclusively about Carl and his family, such as these two: https://dirty-pretty-jackal-s.tumblr.com and @chuchofcarlos and for news and tour info and good insider tips head to @carlbaratnews For general accounts that post lots of Libs try these and will add more when I think of them: @suchasinistergame @jessinthesky @lookthemoonissinging @westolethelight @flowersfromtheoldvic @upthebrackets @azurfemme @travelling-tinker @doherty @dorianlily @albion-sails-on-course @arcadian-beauty-cult @jon-is-my-lord @riddle-me-this-blog @sunsun-ash @isolationz @opsyana @parquetquarts @memberofthejazzclub @moonshine-and-a-fennel-straw @orchidsonthewindowsill and if I have missed you out like this and I will add x

[thesilentinquisitor]

[Continued from here]

"...it's combustible?" Apesh had the decency to look embarrassed for a moment before shrugging and tucking the flask away, back where it came from. He wasn't going to get drunk on the battlefield; he knew his own limits far better than that. No, what he needed was a little something to put the fire back in his belly, literally and metaphorically. And that moonshine had done just the trick.

When Akhenaten walked away, Apesh shrugged again and left the Greater Possessed's smoldering corpse in search of a poor soul to test his new arm on. It didn't take him long to find a knot of Crusaders holding the line against a wave of cultists. From the looks of things, they were using their bodies to shield an injured brother as an apothecary worked tirelessly to stabilise their condition. Well. He could work with that.

If they were the immovable anvil, then he was more than happy to play the hammer.

The battlecry of the Tomb Jackals - a bone-chilling, wordless howl seemingly from the muzzle of the dead god Anubis himself - echoed across the field of slaughter once more as Apesh charged. A cultist leapt to counter him and received five talons to the face for his troubles. Claws plunged deep into his skull. Into each eye. A jerk of the Captain's arm later and his head was torn clean off his shoulders, cutting off a scream of shock, pain, and frustrated rage.

This all happened in the time it took to blink. Then he turned, bolter in hand, and put three rounds into the chest of the next cultist. Another soul to Malal. Another soul for their eternal debt.

----

Meanwhile, Evren was elbowing a chaos-spawn in the face with brutal force. Teeth splintered and flew like shrapnel. She turned and her sword rose, grasped in two hands, before she sliced it down in an arc. Seconds later, the two halves of the spawn's body fell in two different directions. The Grand Inquisitor felt giggles bubble up in her throat and leak past her sharp, bloodied teeth. The giggles soon turned into full-throated, hearty laughter. Throne, but she loved it. In moments like this, Evren knew what her purpose in life was.

"Who's next? Who wants to die next?" she crowed, telekinetically crushing a possessed's trachea with a clench of her fist. "Hey, Hekate, send more boys! I'm just about done playing with this batch!"

The laughter continued even as the possessed, choking and gurgling on its own foul blood, barreled into her with the force of a Leman Russ tank. Evren spat inky-black Blood into its eye, snickering as the flesh burnt and blistered. She giggled as it bit a chunk out of her cheek, its lips and gums peeling, then wrapped its twisted hands around her throat. Even when she felt the cartilage in her throat begin to creak under the pressure, Evren carried on smiling.

She reached for her sword - Damnit. The blade was wedged inside a spawn's chest, the gore-slicked grip wrenched from her hands as she fell. No matter. She reached for her belt for her rune-carved combat knife. Grunting with effort, she plunged it straight into the possessed's mouth. Out the back of its head where skull met spine. A twist and a yank of her other hand later, she tossed the severed top of its head aside.

Evren heaved the limp body off her and rose, noting absently how her hands shook. She staggered a little as she stood. Excitement or exhaustion? It was hard to tell. The Jackal Mother spat blood on the ground and grinned ghoulishly, waving at her niece and nephew.

----

Appius blinked bemusedly. "...my name is Belmonte. Not Dornian. I don't know anyone called Dornian." he said to Achilles' unheeding back. One of his brothers sighed and patted him sympathetically on the shoulder. Poor, inflexible, literal-minded Appius.

But they'd destroyed half. Good. He glanced upwards, where a dogfight was still raging in the sky. A daemon, encased in a jagged tomb of ice, plunged downwards and shattered into a hundred pieces on the unforgiving earth. Appius allowed himself the luxury of a small smile as Private Jaiyk Nu did a loop-de-loop of victory.

The knot of Astartes, not wanting to be abandoned by their strongest ally, followed the Forgemaster as he sought out his wife. They watched in shock and confusion when the xenos arrived - even in their centuries of life, or millennia in the Tomb Jackal's case, none of them had seen anything quite like it. The sight filled them with a churning cocktail of emotions. Awe. Hope. Disgust. Hate. But the controlled their choler and kept on fighting the survivors.

Coming close to Akhenaten, Appius' gaze sought out the Jackal Mother. Evren waved again and came to join them, looking like a vision from hell. Black wings. Dark armour painted with gore. Crazed eyes and a wide, wide smile. Despite himself, he shivered.

"Achilles!" Evren complained. "The bitch ran away again."

"Life is pain. If they tell you otherwise they are trying to sell you something."

“Hrrm?” The statement, as seemingly unrelated to anything that had just gone on as it was, gave the Jackal Mother pause. She shot the other a quizzical look. Or half a quizzical look, seeing as there was a sharp piece of metal entering one of her eyes and poking out the back of her head. Tellingly, though, having a large part of her brain kabobed hadn’t slowed her down in the least. The rest of her armour showed signs of a long fight - paint chipped, metal gouged - and her helmet, mag-locked to her side, had a dent the size of a soup-bowl. A depowered force sword was held casually, loosely, in her hand.

Looking over the battlefield, Evren considered the statement for a moment. Around them, the Tomb Jackals were caring for the living and dead alike, collecting spoils and trophies off their downed foes. What could be salvaged, that wasn’t touched by Chaos, would be recycled into their own gear. Two of them were kicking a severed head between them like a football. Others were searching for any remaining organic parts for their post-victory feast.

“I suppose. But the other way around could work just as well. There’re many who’ll sell your their philosophy, religion, political party, pyramid scheme, hamburger, or new shade of lipstick by saying the world is a painful place and they’re the only ones who can make it right. Make your planet great again with extra pickles and a spiritual salvation that won’t rub off on your wine glass.” she said, casually wiping a trickle of her dark blood off her cheek. She flicked the shrapnel shard so it made an amusing ‘twong-g-g’ noise and repeated the word ‘pickles’ to herself, with evident relish. “But, ah, what brought this on? Is there something about fighting Iron Warriors that makes you philosophical?”

[boltly]

15 ASSOCIATIONS :

repost and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.

animal: jackal

colour: forest green

month: september.

song: the parting glass - emily kinney & lauren cohan

number: 9

day or night: night

plant: cherokee rose

smell: smoke

gemstone: garnet

season: autumn

place: completely surrounded by nature

food: peanut butter

astrological sign: capricorn

element: wind

drink: moonshine

[gokinjeespot]

off the rack #1145

Monday, January 2, 2017

 I'm a day late and a dollar short but Happy New Year everybody. I am hoping and wishing for the best to one and all. So far so good. We started off the year with friends and some lovely surprises that made the evening special. No big resolutions except to try to be a better person than I was last year. Do more things that I'm proud of rather than the opposite.

 Archie #15 - Mark Waid (writer) Joe Eisma (art) Andre Szymanowicz (colours) Jack Morelli (letters). I have one question: where did they get the money to pay for all the stuff for Archie's parents' anniversary party? The feud in Switzerland between Veronica and Cheryl will now move to Riverdale. There's a lot more nastiness in these new Archie comics then there used to be.

 Briggs Land #5 - Brian Wood (writer) Mack Chater (art) Lee Loughridge (colours) Nate Piekos (letters). One look at this issue's cover and you can see that this book doesn't shy away from controversy. Yes those are skinhead brown shirts with Nazi armbands. The menace and violence is not explicitly shown but it's palpable. It's sad to see that some readers have dropped this title, because I think it's a very gripping story.

 Doctor Strange #15 - Jason Aaron (writer) Chris Bachalo & Jorge Fornes (pencils) John Livesay, Tim Townsend, Al Vey, Victor Olazaba & Jorge Fornes (inks) Antonio Fabela (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). Chapter 4 of "Blood in the Aether" finds Stephen being driven around in a cab by the Orb. It's really quite a trip. This all boils down to a bunch of super villains wanting to kill Doctor Strange. I hope Wong and Zelma can come to the rescue in time. I thought that the changing art styles between Chris and Jorge's pages would be annoying but they meshed very well.

 Avengers #2.1 - Mark Waid (writer) Barry Kitson (pencils) Mark Farmer (inks) Jordan Boyd (colours) Ferran Delgado (letters). One of the oddest super villains from the old days appears this issue.  I never really got what the Stranger wanted way back when but he sure was powerful. Having this foursome of Captain America, Hawkeye, Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch making up the Avengers is quite humbling. I loved the scene on public transit.

 Amazing Spider-Man #22 - Dan Slott & Christos Gage (writer) Giuseppe Camuncoli (pencils) Cam Smith (inks) Jason Keith (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). Now that the identity of the person behind the jackal mask has been revealed it's time to lay out that person's plans for all us fans. Will Peter succumb for his loved ones? The answer may be in Dead No More #4.

 Invincible Iron Man #2 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Stefano Caselli (art) Marte Gracia (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). Half of this issue is Riri fighting a bunch of Iron Mans while AI Tony tries to train her and the other half are flashbacks to expand on her past so we get a better understanding of why she wants to be a super hero. This is the reason Bendis books do it for me. He takes time to show us the human side of super humans.

 Thanos #2 - Jeff Lemire (writer) Mike Deodato (art) Frank Martin (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). Thanos's son Thane is assembling a team to kill his dad, who has a terminal disease. The Titan is dying anyways and according to his father the scientist, Thanos doesn't have long to live. There is no cure. Thanos even destroyed another whole civilisation to find one. I love Jeff's writing and Mike's art but here's what I see happening. Thanos will be cured by fighting Thane. Villains like Doc Ock, Victor Von Doom, Wilson Fisk and Thanos will never die.

 Occupy Avengers #2 - David F. Walker (writer) Carlos Pacheco (pencils) Rafael Fonteriz (inks) Sonia Oback (colours) Travis Lanham (letters). The two do gooders, Hawkeye and Red Wolf, team up to do some good. I think this book is going to be light reading even though they may tackle lofty ideals like trying to save a fresh water supply from greedy corporations. Remember the old Hulk TV show that had Bill Bixby wandering around the country as Bruce Banner and then Lou Ferrigno helping people as the Hulk? This might be just like that but with Clint Barton making things right as Hawkeye. I do like Hawkeye and David may not be Matt Fraction but his writing is acceptable so I will check out subsequent issues to see if I might read them.

 Moonshine #3 - Brian Azzarello (writer) Eduardo Risso (art) Eduardo Risso & Cristian Rossi (colours) Jared H. Fletcher (letters). This was a bloody fine issue from the cover to the last page. This story has more fluids flowing than just the homebrew hooch.

 Action Comics #970 - Dan Jurgens (writer) Patrick Zircher (art) Ulises Arreola (colours) Rob Leigh (letters). It's the Trial of Lex Luthor. Yes it's for crimes he's yet to commit and the only one defending him is Superman. The verdict is no surprise to anyone. Now we see if the sentence will be administered.

 Saga #41 - Brian K. Vaughn (writer) Fiona Staples (art) Fonografiks (letters). Many lives are on the line and someone does die. You have to read this issue to find out who.

 Hulk #1 - Mariko Tamaki (writer) Nico Leon (art) Matt Milla (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). They dropped the She prefix so I wouldn't blame She-Hulk fans for passing this by. Please don't do that because this is a really good reintroduction of Jennifer Walters to the rack. Jen may have recovered physically from her near death while fighting Thanos in Civil War II but she is still suffering psychological damage. Doc Samson hasn't shown up yet but somebody needs to help the lady lawyer cope with what happened to her. I like the way Nico draws Jen but there were some panels where she looked part Asian. That's a whole different take on the character than previously depicted. Jen doesn't Hulk out this issue but she is on the verge. I will be interested to see how much control Mariko gives Jen when she's green.

 Hal Jordan and the Green Lantern Corps #11 - Robert Venditti (writer) Rafa Sandoval (pencils) Jordi Tarragona (inks) Tomeu Morey (colours) Dave Sharpe (letters). Larfleeze is my least favourite character in this whole colour scheme. He's just a hoarder and the colour is a mix of red and yellow. He's not even a good villain because his avarice makes him stupid. I find the orange corps to be a bore.

 Mighty Thor #14 - Jason Aaron (writer) Steve Epting (art) Frank Martin (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). Yumpin yimminy that was another great issue. The League of Realms fights bravely against overwhelming odds as Malekith continues his campaign against the Ten Realms. He's just laid waste to Niffleheim so which one is next? If you like Steve's art in this book you should check out Velvet.

 Batgirl #6 - Hope Larson (writer) Rafael Albuquerque (art) Dave McCaig (colours) Deron Bennett (letters). Batgirl flies home after her Asian adventures and meets up with a surprise passenger. The guy being picked up at the airport was a surprise to me too. I'm sure he's going to make life interesting for Barbara Gordon.

 Uncanny Avengers #18 - Gerry Duggan (writer) Kevin Libranda (art) David Curiel (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). Avengers Mansion is now a Marvel super hero theme hotel? Get outta town. Well, aside from that bit of hoohaw I really liked this issue even though Gerry stonged me with a Rick Astley song brought on by the title to this issue. The Red Skull with Charles Xavier's powers is playing a lot of head games and I am looking forward to seeing how the good guys beat him. Kevin Libranda is a fine fill in for Pepe Larraz.

 Detective Comics #947 - James Tynion IV (writer) Alvaro Martinez (pencils) Raul Fernandez (inks) Brad Anderson (colours) Marilyn Patrizio (letters). The finale to the Victim Syndicate story ends with a back stabbing betrayal by one of the good guys. They couldn't be more obvious with one of the covers. It's understandable given the grief that character was going through. Speaking of Red Robin, who's the hooded guy in the last panel? This Batfan wants to know.

 Spider-Man/Deadpool #12 - Nick Giovannetti & Paul Scheer (writers) Todd Nauck (art) Rachelle Rosenberg (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). This would be a great way for kids to learn how Christmas evolved from the ancient Roman celebration of Saturnalia honouring the god Saturn but it's got way too much adult content for them to be casting their beady little eyes on. For us more mature readers it was a fun time.

 Wonder Woman #13 - Greg Rucka (writer) Renato Guedes (art) Romulo Fajardo Jr. (colours) Jodi Wynne (letters). This issue spotlights Steve Trevor, looking a lot like Oliver Queen, as he tries to keep a mind altered Diana from being captured by bad guys. I'm not a fan of Steve calling Diana Angel. It's too saccharine. Whatever happened to make Diana mentally handicapped still needs to be determined and a way to get her back to normal still needs to be found. Those mysteries will keep me reading.

 Civil War II #8 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) David Marquez (art) Justin Ponsor (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). It's over at last but not really. This story is merely a launching pad for changes in the Marvel U. Some have already hit the racks like the new Incredible Iron Man starring Riri Williams. Many are poised to start off 2017 with a plethora of new exciting (we hope) stories. There are a bunch of full page possible futures featured and I got to play my favourite game of "who's drew that?". Well, these folks did: Adam Kubert, Leinil Francis Yu, Daniel Acuna, Alan Davis & Mark Farmer, Marco Rudy, Mark Bagley & John Dell, and Esad Ribic. It was fun guessing.

 Justice League vs. Suicide Squad #2 - Joshua Williamson (writer) Tony S. Daniel (pencils) Sandu Florea (inks) Alex Sinclair (colours) Rob Leigh (letters). This answers the question of which team would win in a fight. The answer will surprise you. Meanwhile, the third team is about to embark on a mission in preparation for taking over the world. Once this super villain team is discovered I'm sure the Justice League and the Suicide Squad will team up to stop them.

 Black Widow #9 - Chris Samnee & Mark Waid (writers) Chris Samnee (art) Matthew Wilson (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). Natasha teams up with Bucky to fight her mysterious stalker. I finally saw Captain America: Winter Soldier recently. That was a pretty good movie. Meanwhile back on the racks, we have the Weeping Lion plotting something nasty against the Black Widow to look forward to.

 Infamous Iron Man #3 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Alex Maleev (art) Matt Hollingsworth (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). I know this book isn't going to last but I am thoroughly enjoying it while it's on the stands. This issue explains what changed Victor Von Doom from being the super villain Doctor Doom to the super hero Iron Man. It's tied into Secret Wars where Doctor Doom was the god of all those universes smooshed together. I figger Victor will suffer another disfiguring accident and he'll revert to being a bad guy again. In the meantime, meet Mrs. Von Doom.

 Spider-Woman #14 - Dennis Hopeless (writer) Veronica Fish (art) Rachelle Rosenberg (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters). My favourite thing about this book are the friendships that Jessica has. She is going to need a lot of help to get through this grieving period after the death of the Porcupine. But wait, who's this in the back of the book?

 Spider-Man #11 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Sara Pichelli (art) Gaetano Carlucci (ink assist) Marte Gracia (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). This issue is all about Jefferson Davis, agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. I don't mind that Miles is barely in this because it's so well written and I get to see Sara draw the Black Cat, even though I hate chunky soles on pumps. Just ignore the impractical footwear folks. The cover shows Spider-Man disintegrating but that just means that he's not going to be the major focus of this new story, his dad is.

 Star Wars #26 - Jason Aaron (writer) Salvador Larroca (art) Edgar Delgado (colours) Chris Eliopoulos (letters). He's Penny's favourite Star Wars hero. Luke may be prominently featured on the cover but the real star of this issue is Master Yoda. Still can't stand his inverted speech pattern though.

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[m3tal-f0x]

I was upset yesterday so I drew some self-insert art to heal my soul

[m3tal-f0x]

Meet my sonic sona! Moonshine + some info on him.

Moonshine (or Moon for short) is a goon for hire who will do anything for the right price (even bretraying his current employer if he's offered more)

He is cunning and smart and has a certain level of ability when it comes to fighting (tho it's not his forte and most of the time he'd rather flee than fight)

He was hired by Eggman sometime after the Deadly Six incident as a scientist. He helped during the development of the Phantom Ruby and aided Starline in retrieving Mr. Tinker. He dipped as soon as the development of the metal virus started.

He reunited with Starline during the chao races and had a minor hand in developing Surge and Kit.

He spends most of his time secretly trying to locate Infinite as he has developed feelings for him.

[thesilentinquisitor]

[Continued from here]

If Akhenaten had asked what secret substance Apesh was keeping in that shiny flask of his, then she may've been disappointed to realise he was drinking on the job. To be more precise, a traditional Esceapian moonshine made from fermented cactus juice. Even the boldest humans drank it watered down; centuries of Warp-influence on the plant had done nothing but make it more heady.

"Hmm. Thank you." he said again, sighing in relief as the pain left his body. A lacework of frost crept across his armour, stark against the dark plate, and melted instantly; at his feet, the scorched soil soaked with meltwater. "So. Who'd you think is winning?" He looked around. "I'd say the Null Knights are giving the daemons a hard time. I'd go to lend a hand, now I've got a spare, but perhaps I shouldn't risk it..."

"Senin bastığın yerin çekimini sikeyim!" Evren snarled, realising the possessed and spawn were readying themselves to rush at her. Exactly as she feared they might. Did the damned things read her thoughts? If they did, the creatures would find she was thinking words even fouler than the invective spilling from her lips.

No time to think about that. No time to think. Only time to move. Fight. Kill.

Once again her wings went up and around her, both a cloak and a shield. These gifts of Malal, the feathers of light-snuffing Warp-stuff, were infused with his essence. Like his Blood, they burnt daemons and psykers alike with their touch. Snuffed out spells and cancelled curses. But it was far from her only weapon, or her strongest.

For a start, she still had her sword. Her burning blade. She had her magic. Her claws, her teeth, her armoured fists. And enough energy to use them all with extreme vigor and unquenchable bloodlust.

When the possessed pounced, Evren charged them in return. She fixed her attention on the smallest, weakest looking one, hurling herself at it as a living missile of ceramite and pain. Her sword sought any weak point she could find as her sharpened gauntleted fingers went to gouge out its eyes. Draining its energy to boost her own.

The Grand Inquisitor threw dignity and honour to the wind. She was a mad thing. A wild animal. Spitting and clawing and biting. Throwing curses and punches in equal measure. Using her wings, those paper-thin yet razor-sharp things, to protect and bludgeon.

----

Meanwhile, the Blades Eternal and Crusaders of Dorn retained their perfect formation and steely resolve, guarding their Jackal allies with shield and sword as the midnight-clad Astartes worked their magic on the enemy. The Crusader Evren had left in charge, one Appius Belmonte, crushed heads and broke bone with every swing of his thunder-hammer. But the wounded were flagging and already they'd lost four of their number; he was starting to feel vulnerable.

"Warpsmith!" he called. "How many of the enemy are left? Air support or none, we can't continue at this pace much longer! The IInd aren't made for pitched battles and there's too few of us to hold the line!"

"Life is pain. If they tell you otherwise they are trying to sell you something."

“Hrrm?” The statement, as seemingly unrelated to anything that had just gone on as it was, gave the Jackal Mother pause. She shot the other a quizzical look. Or half a quizzical look, seeing as there was a sharp piece of metal entering one of her eyes and poking out the back of her head. Tellingly, though, having a large part of her brain kabobed hadn’t slowed her down in the least. The rest of her armour showed signs of a long fight - paint chipped, metal gouged - and her helmet, mag-locked to her side, had a dent the size of a soup-bowl. A depowered force sword was held casually, loosely, in her hand.

Looking over the battlefield, Evren considered the statement for a moment. Around them, the Tomb Jackals were caring for the living and dead alike, collecting spoils and trophies off their downed foes. What could be salvaged, that wasn’t touched by Chaos, would be recycled into their own gear. Two of them were kicking a severed head between them like a football. Others were searching for any remaining organic parts for their post-victory feast.

“I suppose. But the other way around could work just as well. There’re many who’ll sell your their philosophy, religion, political party, pyramid scheme, hamburger, or new shade of lipstick by saying the world is a painful place and they’re the only ones who can make it right. Make your planet great again with extra pickles and a spiritual salvation that won’t rub off on your wine glass.” she said, casually wiping a trickle of her dark blood off her cheek. She flicked the shrapnel shard so it made an amusing ‘twong-g-g’ noise and repeated the word ‘pickles’ to herself, with evident relish. “But, ah, what brought this on? Is there something about fighting Iron Warriors that makes you philosophical?”