Name:
Violet North

Nationality:
American

Age:
17, born May 13, 1994

Appearance:
Picture
With light brown hair and eyes of a slightly darker shade, Violet stands at 5 foot 4. (1.6 meters) Despite her slightly visible musculature from her above-average fitness, she is somewhat underweight at 105 pounds. (7.6 Kilograms)

Personality: [what is your character like, flaws, strengths, quirks, etc.]
"I can't understand how it feels. I won't pretend to, but I also won't pretend to care or to not care. I won't pretend to accept your response to your pain. If you want something different than the world wants, then fight for it."
Attempts to describe her traditionally are generally met with failure, as she is eccentric to the point of being nearly non-understandable. The most obvious facets of her personality are her strange sense of humor and her tendency to either be extremely excitable and extroverted or extremely introverted and reflective, with seemingly no middle ground aside from her "jokes."
She is incredibly intelligent and well educated; in a sense she is exactly what one would expect from the child of two highly intelligent parents, in that she is not only a prodigy in many regards, but has few social skills and many odd quirks.
She has a somewhat unhealthy obsession with snakes and an equally unhealthy hatred of insects, both exacerbated by her rather severe Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Due to a separate disorder she does not fully experience the sensation of pain that a regular person would. That is not to say that pain is totally eliminated, rather that her body's nerves don't react as strongly to painful stimuli, resulting in her feeling less pain. This, in combination with her total lack of fear of death has resulted in several self-inflicted hospitalizations throughout her lifetime. Perhaps due to her disorder, or perhaps simply a quirk of her mind, she does not exhibit the usual reactions to injury. (Screaming, clutching the wound, etc.)
While she knows it isn't the case, and has been able to replicate the code from scratch in several languages, she pretends that her personal V-Pet (and her previous generation V-pets) hold an actual living digimon in it and cares for it deeply. Even the replica digimon she makes she can't bring herself to do much experimenting on, as if she were confronted with the prospect of dissecting her own pet hamster.

Crest:
Sincerity

Hobbies: [things your character likes to do for fun or is passionate about]
- Programming
- Guitar
- Anime
- Virtual Pets

Skills: [actual skill sets, what they have learned, what they know]
- Multilingual
- Eidetic memory
- Programming in several languages
- Guitar (in several languages)
- Intermediate survival skills
- Surprisingly potent street fighting

Digimon Partner: [make sure to include the full evolution here and give your little guys some pazzah some snip snap personality]
Digivolution Line:
Yukimibotamon - Moonmon - Lunamon - Lekismon - Crescemon - Dianamon
Dark Line:
Yukimibotamon - Pagumon - Lopmon - Youkomon - LadyDevimon - Minervamon


History: [the more detail you give me the more I can draw from and add it into your crest arcs. Thank you]
Born to a father who works for a large electronics company and a college-professor mother, Violet has never wanted for anything. Being home-schooled by her high-expectation mother, she spent her days sleeping and finding entertainment in cartoons and anime while her nights were spent cramming an entire public school education in semester sized chunks at a time. Having a nearly perfect memory made the process quick and relatively painless, leading her to develop a detached personality, as if life were just something to do for the sake of doing. Her father got her interested in anime at a young age, and digimon quickly became one of her regular interests.
Coming from a family with money, she was able to experience nearly everything digimon as soon as it came out, and went so far as to teach herself several languages just to be able to enjoy the more obscure (often fan-made) material and the original versions of the shows and manga. It was this fascination with digimon that first sparked her desire to learn programming. Her dream of making real digimon became so all-encompassing that she began ignoring her studies entirely despite her mother's insistence.
At age 12, her mother made her a deal that she couldn't help but accept; if she could finish the rest of the schooling that her mother wanted from her in one year, her mother would use her position as a college professor to request an early taking of a GED test, allowing Violet to spend the entirety of her teenage years doing whatever she wanted. And so she consumed everything that she came across, getting not only the equivalent of a high school education, but quite a bit of a college education as well. The day after her thirteenth birthday, she completed the testing for a GED with a perfect score in four of the five categories. (Ironically, it was mathematics that wasn't up to snuff.) She's spent the months since then working as a "white hat hacker," working with companies to find weaknesses in their security for a fee in the hopes that she'll somehow find the inspiration and knowledge she needs to finally create an AI that could be considered truly "alive."



Theme Song: [we all knew this was going to happen everyone needs a great introduction]
Song
Lyrics

Other:
- Runs a Terriermon on her competitive V-Pet.
- Used to run a Bancholeomon on the previoust V-Pet before the current one's release.
- Keeps and continues caring for all her V-Pets since her very first.
- Specially retired Bancholeomon from battling to prevent egg-reversion after getting the most recent V-Pet.
- Her first newest generation V-Pet malfunctioned but she was able to transfer Terriermon to her second/current one.

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Age: 16
Gender: Male
Height: 5’11 (Feet and inches.)
Build: Average (160 pounds)
Digivice Color: Bright Orange

Personality: Asher is notably wise, given his age. He stays out of trouble and respects authority. He doesn’t even curse. He is very patient, and reacts calmly to even the most disastrous situations. Is sensitive to others problems and does his best to empathize. Doing his best to cooperate with others and rationalize his point of view. He makes an effort to be clean, though needing a tight schedule for help. Very hardworking and studious, all to fulfill his potential.

He seems absent-minded at times, frequently daydreaming and having nightmares. But is very reserved and keeps his own emotions quiet. Preferring to not bother others with his problems, only speaking concisely and logically. Hardly ever having a scowl, or smile on his face. He’s only noticeably uncomfortable around religious themes and conversations involving his mother.

He is quite forgetful in general, needing a detailed schedule. He doesn’t remember faces. He doesn’t remember birthdays, due dates, names. Very cautious to trying new things. Especially anything he’d consider dangerous or morally wrong. He’s let others high expectations of him go to his head a bit. Acting rather conceited, often looking down upon people he sees as lazy. He can occasionally be petty, which usually means receiving a very cold shoulder.

Appearance: Often wearing cooler colors, blues, greens, grays and whites. He has no birthmarks or much distinguishing him out of the crowd. He occasionally wears hoodies with ears or tails, only because they personally amuse him. He doesn’t have any piercings or tattoos, nor does he want them. His posture is often relaxed, unless in the presence of an authority figure. Often having a blank or absent expression. He has a habit of rubbing his eyes and may have dark circles under his eyelids from bad dreams.

Unlike the picture. His hair is longer, reaching his neck. Colored white, as is his eyes.

Backstory: Growing up in the Midwest. His parents were both workaholics and obsessed with furthering their careers. Neither having any families or non-work relationships to worry about. Both seemed to love the other for their intense passion in disregard for others, even staying engaged for an absurdly long time before getting married. The father was a Chief of Medicine, and the mother was a real estate agent. The child was considered a blessing, even though it was a mistake. She passed away due to poor health, when Asher was very young. Asher didn’t have a single real memory of his mother. Only having the recordings and pictures she left behind. But through his father's wealth and mother’s insurance policy that never had financial troubles. He lived a content and sheltered life through private and old-fashioned religious school due to his mother's wishes and upbringing. Throughout most of his childhood, he wasn’t allowed to play violent video games, watch sexual themes in television or listen to vulgar music. But he never really wanted to anyway.

He was quite sharp, even at a young age and studied hard and wired to keeping a schedule on him at all times. Highly encouraged and perhaps over-zealously pushed into becoming the best and brightest like his father was in school. His father didn’t used physical punishment, but the school certainly did. However, that never became an issue. Because most of the teachers and authority figures really liked him and admired his hard work. The other children were reluctant to bully him, since he was one of the few students to be in the strict teachers good graces. But it also lead to him not really having any friends, but his father had always told him “Friends are replaceable and unnecessary. Knowledge is forever and actually valuable.” Unsurprisingly, not a very good or well-liked man, but he was a decent father.

Though, Asher never honestly believed in a god and his father was never able to ask why god would take away his mother if he actually cared about them? Living upper-middle class didn’t really spoil him into having much, in fact he didn’t have many freedoms growing up at all. Only occasionally treated to junk food and candy. Given books to study and projects to keep his brain occupied. His present for being such a good student and helping the church for multiple summer vacations, a computer and online access that his father trusted him enough to be mostly unfiltered. One thing he frequently pleaded for his father to give him. This made him grow appreciation for art and made him interested in other cultures and languages and helped opened him up. Making him better understand interaction with others, and gave him a sense of humor and pleasures that he didn’t take for granted.

His teens hadn’t really changed him much, even being able to somehow convince his father to give him a cellphone, mostly to help him keep an easy schedule, and teach him how to drive. But it did give him some recurring nightmares that he hadn’t told his father about, who had become more grumpy and bitter. Not to him specifically, always behaving sternly. But about life in general, and is often seen coming home and drinking alcohol more and more often. Occasionally rambling and sobbing in his bedroom all night. The house had a darker atmosphere that was unbearable. He was terrified of losing his father. He did start to question what his purpose in life really was, if he had one at all. He was given the freedom to become any high paying successful job he wanted, but did he actually want that at all? He wasn’t sure anymore. He couldn’t help but feel empty, and in need of something. One day he had received this message from the CEO of Re:DigiWorks, which lead to his life changing forever, that no book could have prepared him for...

It was his fault for signing something when requested by another adult. He had at least a year inside this Project-F. Stuck in an unfamiliar world, with unfamiliar people around his age without many answers to his questions. Despite being near polar opposites of his partner digimon, like magnets they attached to each other quickly than either expected. Acting incredibly close for spending only a little time together, he's one of the few that can calm his most violent tantrums, and keeps him on the straight and narrow. Though Asher couldn't shake the feeling that his partner, had some kind of traumatic past.

Other:
Theme:Falling Inside The Black - Skillet




Digimon: Vorvomon

Digimon Name: Vulcan

Personality: Passionate to a fault, he is very active and is usually ready to do anything, anytime. He is very daring, fearlessly being able to jump into a fight or dangerous situation. Very strong, not just physically but mentally unwavering. His sense of loyalty is rarely earned, but he'll not abandon those he’s closest to. Oddly, he has prided himself on never once telling a lie and will always be honest.

Also, aggressive to a fault. But not always negatively, if he’s being friendly or is in a good mood. He’ll be quite lively and playful. Enjoying some rough-housing. He is also outspoken, and will not let a single thought of his go unsaid. His stubborn behavior is very child-like. Although usually not particularly dangerous, highly emotional and can become unpredictable.

Without his partner, he wouldn’t have morals to speak of. Amoral in nature and Hedonism is what drives most of his decisions. His anger can build up from seemingly innocuous statements made by himself or others. Though he can cool down just as quickly. Often threatening to set things ablaze, thankfully more often than he does it. But can still be needlessly destructive. Usually reserved for people who mean him (and those he’s close to) harm, becoming rather brutally violent and would likely be considered crossing lines to those morally sensitive.

Digivolution Line |

• Punimon
• Peti-Meramon
• Vorvomon
• Lavorvomon
• Lavogaritamon
• Volcanicdramon

Other:
Theme:Invincible -Adelitas Way

Denizens of thousands, drawn to one. Streaks of spiraling crimson light, flourishing like a cyclone. Flames continuously spinning throughout the artificial skies. The flight’s movement captivated all below, ascending high enough to need assumptions on how loud their cheering was. Envisioning the roaring beneath, reaching his hand out where the stars fear to dwell. Vertically flipping over, keeping himself in the air, upside-down. Connecting the burning blades, forming St. Andrew’s Cross, keeping his body and legs straight. Spreading out both his arms while beaming down upon those always watched over. Counting subconsciously for a couple seconds before plummeting, the fire and the flashing accompanying his presence, until swords gracefully touched the soil extinguishing them both, causing a cloud of dissipating smoke. Followed by his feet landing on solid ground. The audience literally singing his praises, their voices carried to all who hear, applause echoed within The Underworld.

“Thank you everyone. I hope you enjoyed the show. Our celebration shall unleash envy across these lands. Animosity is the only entity that dies here. I want to hear joyous screams. ‘Life is only a path. Death is a destination.’” Asmoday exclaimed sheathing his swords on his back. Everyone repeated his declaration, over and over again. Asmoday placed his left hand over where the hollowness replaced his heart, dissonance suffocated the affection he was receiving…Eyes glaring at one demon, seven rows back, remaining still and silent.

“I’ve failed them…” That lingering thought couldn’t escape his mind.

Inside his golden castle walls, Asmoday let out some hearty laughter from upon his throne, slapping his knee, his golden cup runneth over. A demon holding a large bottle of wine, awkwardly laughed with him, rubbing the back of his neck, a gardening spade impaled through their foot. Asmoday gulped down the decadence swimming past his tongue, walking toward the demon, leaning over and pulling the tool out and handing it back over. Getting wine poured into his chalice. A bigger and bulkier demon rushed over carrying something wrapped in a large black sheet.

“Good new sir, I finished polishing and sharpening your-” They exclaimed stopping once Asmoday lifted up the sheet, grinning from ear to ear, patting the large demon’s shoulder.

“Wow, you’ve only just started and they’re already much brighter, I can practically see my reflection. Keep up the excellent work!” Asmoday said brimming with enthusiasm.

“Uh-um-Yes Sir. Thank you.” The big demon said before running off again, holding the blades like his life depended on it. Watching many demons quietly carrying large crates across the hallways from the opened doors. The demon cleared his throat, getting Asmoday’s attention fluttering his six wings.

“As I was saying-the words you instructed to be sent have been spreading, allowing us to reap this bountiful harvest, getting several years of resources and wine for far less than our average trading rates.”

“Precisely why I want everyone across my kingdom to drink to their soul’s content, a prideful king shouldn’t drink alone after all...” He said chugging the wine down, a little red running down his lips. The demon nodded starting to guzzle the rest from the wine bottle. Asmoday went toward his windows, lightly brushing his hair from his vision, watching the ongoing partying. The streets filled with dancing, drinking and fornication. Stabbing through the window with his claws, stepping through a portal, entering The Void. The temperature dropped, exhaling to reveal his breath. Pitch black, silent. The Overseer sits there, like a statue, on a precarious mass of bones, skulls littering the floor.

“This world has been filled with enough suffering, I’ll deliver true peace to all...through my words alone. My sons may handle those who belong here...Which, reminds me I should check up on them.” He left to his bedroom, sitting down near his desk and starting to grab several pieces of parchment and grabbing his feather pen, leaning over, rubbing his chin.

“Now-where do I begin?”

Name:
Carver Walker

Nationality:
English

Appearance & Physical Attributes/Picture:


Age & Birth Date:
17
July, 14th 1984
Trait:
Light
Hobbies & Skills:

Hobbies:
Gaming
Exploring

Skills:
Cooking
Hunting/Tracking skills
Fighting

Digimon Partner:







Black WarGreymon



Quote & Personality:

"Might not be the best, but I will never admit to it"

Carver has a few personality traits easily excited, pretty cocky and arrogant when he is in a place of competition, friendly, and very competitive. Carver likes exploring although he has a lousy sense of direction. He can get lost easily or lose his way if he is leading the way anywhere. Even if he has a map he gets lost a lot. Carver is a bit of a hot head in the heat of competitions and will work hard to win even the smallest of competitions. Always wants to win and hates to lose. He is a friendly person though out side of competing for anything.

Bio:

Carver is the youngest out of two children. He was the least popular one of his family. Often was found exploring woods and playing games and what not. His brother being three years older he was popular a local sports star in the town he is from. Carver was just his kid brother. His father was survivalist nut and since Carver wasnt big in sports he taught his other son how to survive. How to track animals, how to generally take care of himself if he wasnt in normal civilization. Carver was always trying to be better than his brother in every way that didnt deal with sports so he listened and tried to get all the skills his father taught him.

His father John was a military man who got discharged for disability, and he got into being a survivalist after he was discharged from the military. Not one for settling down peacefully decided to be come more of a person who prefers the forest. He only was able to teach one of his sons because Carver wasnt big on sports and his brother was.

His brother, Stan played multiple sports and was always getting more opportunities to do things then his brother. Carver was a bit jealous of his brother and all the attention he has gotten. Carver always did as his father told him because of this trying to be the 'better' son. Stan was more known for baseball but he played all kinds of sports but he was known for playing baseball. He was rather decent at it is why he is the town star athlete. Carver wasnt he was just rather unknown to most of the town they live in. While the town celebrates the success of Carver's brother Carver has never done anything of importance.