Characters that further the story and have plot relevance
Lords of Angel's Eye Archipelago
Bio:
Mature He/They
Origin:
KingWhamon is an ancient lord of the Angel's Eye Archipelago and governs its residents. As legend goes, Kingwhamon was a young Penguinmon born on Angel's Eye, center island and most revered of the Archiepelago. When he was first generated the power of the archipelago had not yet been discovered and its residents lived in ignorance of the rest of the digital world, believing they were all to have existed. They lived a largely peaceful life and Kingwhamon eventually digivolved from Penguinmon to Dolphmon with several other Penguinmon and took to the sea.
The pod of Dolphmon explored the vast NetOcean for several years into decades. They were the first residents of the islands to discover land elsewhere in the digital world. They would learn to degenerate back into Penguinmon in order to adventure onto the land and discover the nations of the digiworld. As they adventured they encountered Digimon of all kinds. Beautiful angels whom aided those in need and tended to the land, as well as lecherous demons whom aimed to unravel the status quo and take power for themselves. They learned of its many dangers and made many friends. But as all legends go things eventually took a turn for the worse.
The waddle of landlocked Penguinmon became caught up in a fierce battle between an Angel and a Demon. The Demon took measures for its safety and set up a trap. Giving the Angel the choice to save the Penguinmon from death or chase after the Demon. The Angel deciding the lives of others were more precious tried to save the Penguinmon. However the trap sprung and only a single Penguinmon survived, the one who eventually became KingWhamon. His friends used the last bit of their power to infuse their surviving friend and allowed him to take to the sea once more in an Ultimate form, Whamon. The newly digivolved Whamon went to leave back to Angel's Eye but was stopped by the Angel who asked where his group had come from. The Angel had never heard of Angel's Eye and asked to accompany him and keep him safe as he traveled as he no longer had his friends, it was the least she could do. Whamon approved, not wishing to be lonely.
What exactly happened after that has been lost to time, or more aptly been kept a closely guarded secret. What the island residents do know is that when they arrived back at Angel's Eye Island. Whamon and the Angel met a great Spirit of the land whom told them of a strange power the Spirit felt in the Archipelago. The three, fearing for the safety of the lands, discovered the power and used it to transform themselves into the Lords of Angel's Eye. Knowing of the outside dangers, and seeking to use the youth of the Digital world to their advantage, hid the islands from the rest of the world with their power.
Personality
+ Benevolent / Generous
+ Empathetic to the common folk
- Secretive and Cryptic
- Apathetic to everything that doesn't concern the safety of the Archipelago and its residents.
Note: KingWhamon is so big that his voice fails to be an effective communication mechanism. Instead, a phantom form of a Penguinmon communicates with those living on his surface.
Abigail is always careful to keep up her best appearance. Her blonde hair flows down to her back, allowed to either fall freely or else kept tied in a neat ponytail. Her bright blue eyes and soft lips always reflect her current feelings with an openness that's almost concerning at times. She's very expressive, never making an effort to hide what's on her mind - for better or worse. Her outfits range from simple and comfy to a very few formal dresses. However, she only wears those for important occasions. Regardless of her outfit, she almost always wears a bright red jacket, one she claims is a keepsake of a dear friend. Her body falls somewhere between average and curvy, not quite meeting either end of the spectrum. She's not very physically strong, so her limbs show only a thin bit of muscle. When she wears a skirt, it's possible to see a faded scar on her right knee from a bad fall she suffered as a child.
Digivolution/Form-Change Method:
DNA Charge - Abby's outflow of emotions are converted into power for her partner to Digivolve. This can grant a lot of strength, but also runs an increased risk of Dark Digivolutions if her negative emotions are running rampant.
Personality:
Abby is, simply put, the cheerleader of every group she's in. Though she lacks the confidence to stand and declare herself a leader, she goes out of her way to support her friends and comrades however she can. She wears her heart on her sleeve and isn't afraid to express how she feels, whether it's jumping for joy or weeping in sorrow. This has earned her something of a crybaby reputation, but she doesn't mind; she's at least mature enough to acknowledge how easy it is to bring her to tears. Still, when things get tough, she's often the one that can rally the spirits of her friends, refusing to give up. Some call it determination, others sheer stubbornness. In a way, both sides are right.
Meeting new people - and Digimon - is always a treat for Abigail, and she takes to the adventures in the Digital World with excitement. Even the threat of the dangers ahead doesn't keep her from moving forward. Of course, this has also gotten her into trouble on occasion, and it isn't unusual for her to happily blunder into a situation she has no safe way out of. She tries to remain positive, of course, but sometimes people wish she'd pull her head out of the clouds and look at where she's standing.
Still, when someone else is in trouble, Abby is usually the first to leap to their aid, heedless of the risk to herself.
+ Optimistic
+ Social Butterfly
+ Genuinely cares for others
- Doesn't stop to consider risks
- Led by her feelings, not her head
- Easily frightened
Dream:
Abigail doesn't have any grand aspirations. She doesn't dream of being a CEO or having millions of dollars to retire with. No, her big dream is to enjoy her life to the fullest. Though it may sound simple and vague, to her, living her life in the moment to its fullest and best is the one thing that truly matters. When she's with friends, she strives to give everyone a good time. If she's alone, she finds something fun to occupy her time. To her, life is a gift that's meant to be enjoyed from start to finish, and though some may criticize her for it, Joy is the single most important thing in her world.
Nightmare(s):
Abandonment. It's a common fear that can affect people in uncommon magnitudes. For Abigail, it's the one thing she can't overcome. Her father left when she was just ten years old, and though she never talks about it, it scarred her deeply. Why did he leave? Was it her fault? And - the most damaging question of all - who else was going to leave her? That single thought spiraled into a paralyzing wave of abject terror. What if her mother left her? What if her friends abandoned her? What if she was left all alone, with no one wanting or caring for her? That terror gripped her heart, and it's held her captive ever since. If someone leaves her, it's enough to drown her in sorrow, and if she's left all alone without warning, the fear paralyzes her once more, even if she's in a dangerous place.
Striding through the mist, Abigail's eyes moved this way and that, taking in any details she could. Where was she? It definitely wasn't her house... Or anywhere familiar, for that matter. She perked up as the sound of waves crashing against an unseen shore reached her ears. The ocean? She didn't live anywhere near an ocean... Why was she here? Was this... Was this a dream? She looked down at herself. Same clothes she'd been wearing... She could even feel the fabric. This felt too real to be a dream, but... what else could it be?
"Hey you!" came a voice from behind her. Wait, she knew that voice! Turning swiftly around, Abigail saw... herself! ...No, not quite herself. It was definitely her, but... older, somehow? They looked nearly identical to one another, but somehow this other her seemed older... or perhaps "experienced" was the right word. She gave off that aura exclusive to those who've been through terrible, incredible things and come away stronger. Encouragingly, her grin was still just as bright as Abby's had ever been. "How's it going?"
"Wha- You're me!" she exclaimed, eyes wide with shock and confusion. "But... But why are you- Why am I- Aaagh, this is confusing!" She rubbed at her head in frustration. "What's going on, exactly? Is this a dream?"
"Good guess!" other Abby answered with that same beaming grin. "I guess that's the easiest way to explain it, yeah. That's all I can tell you, though. The rest is secret~" She put a finger to her lips with a knowing smirk behind it. "But before you rack your brain too much, I have a question for you."
"I have several questions for you," Abby countered, a hint of that same smirk appearing on her own face. "But I guess you're up first!"
"Yup! My question is this:" She held out a hand to Abigail, and suddenly that familiar face seemed to contain a vast, endless expanse. Suddenly, her other self was something alien, something so far beyond Abby that she couldn't even grasp it. It was such a subtle shift in her expression, yet the sheer difference and suddenness of the change brought Abby's racing thoughts to a sudden and unceremonious halt. "If I were to offer you the life you've always wanted, friends you can always count on, and an adventure unlike any you've ever imagined... Would you take it?" She held out her hand toward Abby. Waiting. Silent.
Abigail's mind reeled. If anyone else had asked her that, she'd have dismissed it as a ridiculous sales speech and moved on. But somehow... Somehow she knew this was serious. This was her asking it, after all. She looked between her other self's eyes adn the hand reaching out toward her, words dying before they could even reach her lips. Finally, she took in a breath, her lips parting to speak, her hand rising slowly upward...
And her eyes popped open. Above her was the same familiar ceiling she awoke to every morning. Surrounding her was her familiar studio apartment, filled with all the old dolls, silly knickknacks, and "organized chaos" she saw every day. It had all been a dream. Noen of it had been real. It was just... a crazy dream.
...Right?
Bio:
*Maturity: Adolescent *Pronouns: She/Her
Typical Digivolution Path:
Impmon > BlackGatomon > LadyDevimon > Lilithmon
Origin:
Impmon are known for being troublemakers and problem children, and this one is no exception. Much of her time up to this point has been spent picking fights and causing trouble for other Digimon, until she's inevitably chased off by angry groups of them. That ended when she picked a fight with a Champion, vastly underestimating the danger to herself. To put it lightly, she was beaten senseless and left unconscious in a field.
That encounter did a number on her confidence and psyche. She started picking even more fights, a need to prove she was more than just a passing pest taking root in her heart. That need has steadily grown even to this day.
Personality:
Impmon is, first and foremost, a prankster. From harmless jokes to borderline dangerous things, she loves nothing more than causing mischief and giving herself a good laugh. Abigail, as emotional as she is, has become Impmon's favorite victim, and not just because of their partnership. She loves to torment "her human" and laugh at the angry, flustered, and sometimes even tearful expressions Abigail makes. She never does any actual harm, thankfully, but she's entirely unapologetic about the rest.
That said, beneath the laughter and mockery, Impmon is actually quite lonely. There's no tragic backstory of isolation or abandonment - she knows full well she's alone because of her own decisions. Even so, Abigail's openness and cheerful nature are oh so slowly starting to wiggle their way past Impmon's isolation. What will come of it, even Impmon doesn't know.
+ Bold and brave
+ More clever than she lets on
+ Rarely gets taken by surprise
- Not good at socializing
- Plays pranks at inopportune times
- Easily bored
The sound of impish giggling filled the air as a small purple figure wove her way through the trees, grinning ear to ear as she went. Ahh, that prank had gone off perfectly! She'd gotten a trio of Agumon riled up enough to chase her down, only to lead them right into a nest of Beenon! A nest that she had, of course, set fire to. It was a small fire, granted, but it was still enough to get them stinging mad. And with a quick dodge into the brush, who should the Beemon see but a trio of Digimon known for their fire attacks approaching? She could almost still hear them screaming as they turned tail and ran. Hilarious!
After floating her way along a little further, Impmon gave a yawn and stretched. She'd come to this forest because there weren't many 'mon around here, so she'd get a little peace and quiet. Of course, that also meant she'd get bored pretty soon... And going back was probably not a good idea; Beemon weren't known to calm down very quickly. What to do...?
Her answer came in a way she really didn't expect. All of a sudden, she heard a voice calling to her. "Impmon... Impmon...!"
"Who's there?" She looked around. Was it an enemy? Someone come to get revenge for a prank? ...It couldn't be the Agumon, surely? "Show yourself!"
"Impmon... She's waiting..."
"What? Who's waiting? Who are you?"
"She's waiting... Waiting for you..."
"Who?! Who's waiting? I want answers here! Hey!" She dove from tree to tree, but she couldn't see so much as a shadow. "Who the heck are you?! Come out so I can smack you! Hey!"
"She's waiting... Waiting... Waiting..." The voice began to grow faint, until she couldn't hear it any more. Before she could even start to understand what had just happened, Impmon felt... a pull. It was hard to describe. Maybe like a homing instinct? But she had no idea where it was leading her. Or why it was suddenly leading her!
"...Okay, weird voice," she muttered, floating with the odd pull. "I'll play your game. But you'd better not keep me waiting when I get there, or I'm gonna burn you to ashes." Curiosity and annoyance waging a silent war in her mind, Impmon carried on, following this strange sensation to a land she'd never known before...
19 She/Her Delivery Gal (Under The Table), Mixed Martial-Arts Student, Street Brawler
Appearance:
Standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 168lbs, Reina is a rugged looking individual. Her beige skin is usually a bit dirty, she walks with somewhat bad posture seeming to prefer to slump forward slightly as she walks. Brown eyes hide behind a messy head of black hair that goes down to her shoulders, mostly covered up by a beanie she's almost always wearing around her head. Freckles are sprawled across her cheeks, bordering both sides of her medium-sized nose, which has a slight but visible leftward tilt. Her resting face is quite neutral, mouth practically being a flat line across her features. Though through amusement or anger she tends to express herself with sharp-toothed grins or teeth-gritted glares.
Having a preference for darker colors, Reina tends to sport black tank tops with the old reliable blue jeans, torn and revealing her knees. Somewhat old, but reliable enough sneakers of gray/white cover her feet. Over her shirt is a black drawstring waist jacket, typically unbuttoned. A silver stud in her left ear, as well as a small chain hanging from her neck, are her only accessories. Though not visible with her jacket on, she does have a small tattoo on the back of her left shoulder: Simple lettering, "K + M", a few small hearts around them.
For colder weather, she'd sport bulkier jackets over her usual tank top, though when it's too chilly she'll switch to a sweater. She has a pair of boots she tends to only use during the snowy season as well, but aside from those, and some changes in color, she tends to keep to the same wardrobe aside from specific instances like swimming.
Digivolution/Form-Change Method(s)
D.N.A Charge, evoking digivolution through the tamer's emotions. Being an aggressive and physical individual, Reina doesn't express herself well with love or kindness. Instead finding her way through physical actions, specifically attacking opponents, appearing as a violet-colored aura. Willingness to defend herself and others, standing up in the face of opposition, bravery and courage to do what's right. These features fuel her strength with her partner. However, falling to rage, vengeance seeking, and unjustified acts of violence can spark the negative aspects of D.N.A Charge.
Personality:
+ Courageous, stands up for those who can't do it for themselves.
+ Loyal, to those she warms up to, or respects.
+ Boyish, not a soft wallflower in the slightest.
+ Maternal, mainly towards animals.
~ Aggressive, about getting things done or against someone on her bad side.
~ Menacing, persuades through fear. Causes accidental scares.
- Snarky, towards whoever's a convenient enough target.
- Brash, using her head first. To headbutt something, usually.
- Tactless, lacking a filter and acting her own way.
- Shortsighted, usually thinking of now, and not later.
Dream(s):
Has dreams to find herself in a professional fighting environment someday. Mostly stuck with mock-matches in gyms and back-alley fights, she finds fighting to be a stress reliver and net her a little more money in her pocket occasionally. Winning boosts her ego, helps her feel better about herself, while losses she can grin and bear, though depending on the opponent, can be quite distressed by. Often expresses competitive traits, willingness to accept a fight, and pride to not back down.
Companionship is a heavy influencer in her life. Not being the easiest to approach person, she appreciates the bonds she can manage to build and strives to maintain them. Doesn't hesitate to get reckless for the sake of someone close, pinning herself into a bad situation even at her own potential expense. Can bring out self-sacrificial traits, cause rash decisions when presented with someone in peril, and cause anger spikes when she feels the need to set someone straight.
Nightmare(s):
Experienced a bad breakup, that left her somewhat fearful of close relationships. Uncertain if she actually wants another relationship, or if she's trying to patch a hole that she isn't ready to fix. Effects her regular friendships as well, making her a bit harder to approach than others. Leads to being stoic at times around other individuals, uncertainty regarding her own self-worth, general distrust and skepticism of people trying to approach her to begin with. Also leads to a fear of losing others, causing insistence towards certain options, trying to handle things so others don't have to, and attempting to seem dependable.
Though she lives a pretty low-standard life, she doesn't appreciate it being pointed out to her. Having had enough people call her 'trashy' or 'gutter girl' in her life, it's a high point of frustration for her. Even though it's valid to say she doesn't strive towards goals like she should, it's clear that it'd take a lot to actually get her to shift her attitude towards her own life, seeming to not having a high amount of drive aside from living in the moment. Shows disregard for her own safety, a lack of patience with people insulting her appearance or way of living, extra distrust in the 'pompous' or 'regal' types, not having much to say to those that think they're always on top of the world.
An abrupt snort came with Reina waking up, eyes barely opening enough to get more than a blurred look at her surroundings. Everything was surprisingly green, which seemed odd, but she didn't put her surroundings into question until she let out an obnoxiously loud yawn, tongue lightly sweeping her dry lips as she sat up to rub an arm across her eyes to see a bit better. Catching the smell of grass was odd, causing her to lower her arm and glance down at it, noticing multiple blades of green on her arm, stuck like she'd been pressed into it for awhile. 'Did I fall asleep in the park?' Was her first thought, view shifting upward to take a look at the supposed park she thought she was in.
Instead, she was met with what looked like a forest. Green, green, and more green, with seemingly no particular signage or path to follow back home. She lived in a big city, woods like this were nowhere around! Just where the hell had she fallen asleep? Or ended up, for that matter? Her first instinct was to stand up, and pull out her phone, search for any sort of GPS location. But as she patted her pockets, she found that she was lacking in both her phone, and her wallet. "That's great." Her voice practically growled, not caring to brush off the grass on her back, even thought it left her a bit itchy.
The woods were quiet, which was at least giving her some peace of mind. No animals, like a bear or something, seemed to be around to rip her apart. But considering there could be bears, she wanted to find a more open space. One of the noises she could pick up on was the ocean, which seemed like a good indicator of where to go if she wanted out of these woods. It was perhaps too early to think of strange things like survival, but if she could reach water, that'd help ease her mind a little. This was all so bizarre, she almost believed it to absolutely be a dream. So she tried to not worry too much yet, even if a self-aware dream like this was kind of out of her usual sleeping patterns.
What didn't help ease her mind, was sudden rustling from behind her. Her body shifted to face the sound, musing in her mind 'So much for quiet,' before her hands tightened into fists. She could still see the brush moving, whatever it was, it was getting closer. Didn't seem terribly large, however, so she felt less fear and more curiosity. This was a dream, so she might as well make the most of it and see what the hell was messing with her head. She slowly approached the bushes, waiting for an opportunity with it getting close. She saw a red claw of some sort stick out, and without hesitation she lifted her foot, bringing it back before delivering a strong punt: Which struck the creature as it tried to come out of the bush, causing it to cry out as it flew out the back of the brush.
Figuring it might be the only food she gets for awhile, she quickly followed after it. Though, as she stepped past the bushes, she heard shouting from direction of the creature she kicked. A cry of "Lightning Quills!" was followed by dart-sized projectiles shooting her way, blasting through the bush and nearly her. Some of them stabbed into a nearby tree, trickling with electricity, which caused a drop of sweat to slowly go down her forehead along with a feeling of hesitation to step forward. Her mouth was left agape as a reaction, uncertain of what she'd just witnessed, but at least knew it wasn't normal. "What the hell was that?!" She quickly questioned. No real animal could do that, right? This was a dream? A dream where animals weaponized themselves like that?! That was a little too crazy.
"What the heck are YOU?" A somewhat high-pitched voice responded, sounding a little nasally. "I get shipped off on a boat, wake up in a forest, then get kicked in the face?!" Reina could hear it's foot stomping on the ground, very clearly upset despite being out of view. "This day just keeps getting worse!"
Reina laughed, though it was barely more than a scoff. Not able to believe this was real, not after that attack she witnessed, she felt surprisingly more relaxed. "Maybe I overreacted?" She asked, bearing a toothy grin as she carefully listened for the creature. The last thing she expected it to do was talk, but with how upset it was, there was a doubt words would get her far. Not that she was good with them, anyway. Drawing it's location out through it's words, now that seemed ideal. Then she could actually see what she was against.
"Lightning Quills!"
If she learned anything, that was at least a sign more of those projectiles were coming. It didn't know her location, rather, it was simply seeming to fire off in her general direction. Which to it's credit, as the sound of the trickling electric quills filled the air, she panicked in her movements and found herself moving fast, and very audibly. She wasn't used to things like this, what a vivid imagination she decided to have to make a scenario like this, fighting talking animals. Just what did this thing look like?
She quickly got an answer, as she heard something new this time. "Needle-Point Dive!"
The little bastard had the same plan she did! Before she knew it, a speeding ball of white and yellow came her way, covered in spiky quills. She attempted to make a hard dive to the side, but to her surprise the rolling creature bounced upward, catching the back of her leg mid-air and causing a scratch that went past clothing and skin. She hissed as she fell, head turning back to see what it was doing next. It ramped up a nearby tree, leaping off of it before uncurling to reveal it's full form. It was like some sort of mutant hedgehog, large, maybe not far below her belt? Bipedal too, and with red claws for feet and hands. It dove straight towards her, seeming to plan on landing on her back.
"Give up, and I might be merciful--" An attempt to boast, which was met with Reina's unharmed leg digging a foot straight into it's stomach from her position on the ground, causing it to smack against the tree it had just launched off of. It slid down to a sitting position, as Reina turned to face it, though in a similar sitting position because of her leg. "How about you give up, instead?" She spat back, amused by the result of her strike.
The creature picked itself up, although stumbling a little. "Not a chance!" It retorted loudly, brushing a claw against it's fur. Reina pulled herself up as well, leg shaking but she wasn't about to stay down. This dream was just getting exciting! She clearly wasn't ready to wake up yet, and this thing was giving her a bit more trouble than a normal fight. It was... Exotic? Only something your imagination could spur. Which was honestly starting to become a lot of fun.
There was back-and-forth, in blows and in words. Insults flew as much as hands, and neither was exactly sure of how long they'd been tumbling around in the woods. It was getting dark, an evening sun bringing barely any light to the woodland area as the two were barely stumbling along, both scratched, bruised, and generally in bad condition. But, that wasn't an indication to stop. Either they were dramatic about it, or seriously wanting to win after all the time they felt was spent, but they both charged again.
The creature's claw swiped out, but growing impatient and too tired for the dodging game, she instead let it connect with her torso, despite the pain it caused. This caused confusion to the creature in front of her, up until it looked up to see her face. Her glare caused a moment of hesitation, which was fully taken advantage of as she grabbed him by the fluff on his cheeks, yanking him upward as she reeled her head back. "Wait, what're you doing?!" It questioned in a panic.
"Just keep your eyes right here!" She responded, her head swinging forward and bashing right into the creature's forehead. As the impact happened, she fully let go of the creature, falling back from the impact of the headbutt. The creature crashed onto the ground, laid out on it's back and breathing heavily. The strike knocked them both senseless, leaving the two to just lay there, beaten up in a draw.
"You're not half-bad," Reina huffed, rolling onto her side. If this was a dream, she sure felt like she should've woken up by now. The pain coursing through her body was pretty severe, and nothing like this... Thing she fought, could possibly be real. That being said, Reina found an odd attachment to it. You learned to respect someone you fought, and that fight seemed to take most of a day, at least in dreamland. "Whatever the hell you are."
The creature groaned, claws scratching at it's sore forehead. "I'm a hero. A strong hero!" He winced, either from pain, or a memory that made him include; "Well, exiled hero. For now."
She would've tilted her head, if her neck wasn't so sore. "Shouldn't a hero not be cutting into people's skin with claws? Hell, I can see why you were exiled."
"You attacked ME!" It reminded her loudly, causing an erupt of laughter on her end. "Oh, right." She brushed it off as nothing serious, but the weird creature was definitely steaming from the disregard. "Okay, 'hero'. Shouldn't you be out saving folks? Why're you sneaking around in the bushes?"
A deep sigh escaped the creature. "You didn't listen to a thing I said earlier!"
"Totally didn't." She admitted with flat honesty.
The creature rolled it's eyes, but seemed to disregard the rude yet truthful remark. "I woke up in these woods! Off of my ship! I was wandering around, when suddenly I walk out of some brush and get kicked in my face!" It was annoyed, but seemingly more at the weird situation than Reina at this point.
"You too?" She questioned, pushing herself up to a sitting position with a groan of disapproval. "Hey, I just thought this was a dumb dream. But two people can't have the same dream, right? Isn't that weird?"
Also managing to sit upright, the creature scratched the back of it's head. "That is strange! Maybe we're not enemies after all." It mused, thinking on the situation. Clacking it's claws together, it tried to make sense of the situation, but failed. "Oh! I know!" it sparked an idea, a great one. They were both great fighters, put in a similar situation? It had an idea of what to offer her. "If we're not enemies, then why don't we team up? You look weird, but you're also tough. I bet we'd make a great team!"
Reina's gaze fixated on the creature. Team up? She was mildly insulted by being called 'weird looking', but really, if this was some real scenario, She wouldn't quite mind teaming up with this little guy. Why not, right? He was a good fighter, and they'd figured each other out a bit more through this struggle. Most of the people she fought held grudges, this felt oddly different. So her answer, the right answer to give was...
A sudden cold feeling startled Reina awake, causing her to shoot up from her seat. "Wha?!" She mumbled, feeling the cold splotch on her shirt. Water, probably. Looking up, she noticed a rather angry-looking man, that was, in fact, her boss. Had she fallen asleep waiting for a delivery? Ah, shit.
"Ya don't get paid to sit down and nap!" He snapped.
She crossed her arms, deciding to snap back. "I wouldn't fall asleep if ya actually had business, y'know?!"
"Whatever!" Instant conversation ender, though she did get a pizza bag shoved into her hands. "Address is on the receipt, I expect it there in twenty minutes or less! Haul ass outta here!"
Disappointment crossed her features, feeling a little saddened by the fact that the whole fight she'd been through was just a dream. But making friends with some cartoon-animal that could fight was a little unrealistic, wasn't it? She decided to leave it well enough alone, to try and forget and move on. Though that dream was definitely a difficult one to repress. It'd be bothering her for awhile, yet.
Have you ever heard the story of Herissmon, The Village Hero? Of course you haven't, only a select few know the tale of his heroics. A scrappy digimon that often fought for the sake of protecting his own village, said to even 'be involved' with defeating a Champion-level digimon... Which, in reality, was just him curling up and the digimon accidentally stepping on his spikes, leaving an opening for the stronger villagers to take care of it. Not to undersell his own efforts, he'd done his fair share to help his village and was regarded as helpful, at least until it all started going to his head.
Ever prideful, with an ego as wide as the sky, he always thought of himself as legendary. A protector, boasting about his deeds and rewarding himself to food because of it. For awhile, the village put up with it because he was useful. But during a rather peaceful period, they grew tired of him still overeating and boasting, and devised a plan to get rid of him.
During a nap, he was grabbed by his fellow villagers, and tied up in a small boat. Given a small amount of supplies before they shoved him off to sail into the Net Ocean. Where he'd end up, he had no idea. But it was very clear that his village didn't want a hero anymore! So he'd take himself elsewhere. Somewhere, on the big open waters. He didn't entirely believe in fate (Unless it favored him) which he hoped it would. Fate could drag him somewhere safe, right? Or at least with food?
Personality
+ Intuitive, acts off instinct, easily perceives situations to adapt.
+ Cocky, in his own abilities, shows confidence in getting things done.
+ Gallant, has heroic qualities despite his lesser habits. Some showings of selflessness.
- Egotistical, has high faith in self, tendency to anger when position is insulted.
- Gluttonous, eating twice of what he'd need to at any opportunity. Snack time is all the time.
- Profiteering, likes to be rewarded or rewards himself for a good deed. Loves treasure.
"Alright, that should keep him for awhile."
A voice caught Herissmon's attention, stirring him from his heroic nap. Annoyed, one eye slowly opened as he tried to take in the sight of who it was, only to see KoDokugumon. The spider-like digimon was supposed to be working on a new, silky cape in his honor! What was he doing out here, waking him up? Actually, now that Herissmon got a chance to look, a lot of villagers were gathered. About eight in total, if he counted right. Considering his one open eye, and being bad at math, it was probably wrong. Not that it truly mattered to him. "What are you doing? I'm trying to work up an appetite--" He paused, realizing how bad that sounded. Quickly he shifted it to: "--Eh, sleepin' off a stomach ache!"
Attempting to move was futile, he soon came to find. Glancing down, he saw he was wrapped in KoDokugumon's webbing. He also noticed the boat, and the water it was atop. "The heck's this?!" He questioned, disregarding his complaint to instead state confusion. "Oi! KoDokugumon! Lemme out, what's the big deal?!"
The spider-digimon shook his head, which pretty much involved shaking most of his body along with it. "No can do. You've been eating everything, and not doing your part in harvesting at all!" Tone obviously upset, he made sure to add: "There's plenty of mouths to feed, and you're not helping!"
"Hmph!" An insulted huff came from Herissmon. "Hey, I keep the village safe! Isn't that deserving of a snack once in awhile?" He tried to reason, but found himself wincing as one of the villagers remarked that "You snack ALL the time! The pantry is practically just dust!"
Tilting his head to look upwards, he tried to think his way out of that one. "I gotta keep my energy up! Or else we won't be safe if there IS an attack!" He remarked, nodding his head as he looked back at the group. "The price of safety, you know? C'mon, you can't do this to me! Exiling me to the ocean?!"
"You haven't stopped despite people asking, so I don't see much in the way of options." Cut in a bird-man digimon, Buraimon. A stronger protector than Herissmon, most knew. And who's presence left him unsure of what to say. "You have plenty of food in that bag, if you conserve it. The bindings will loosen after a few hours." Without skipping a beat, he spread his wings, causing a small shriek of panic from Herissmon.
"Hold on! You don't have to do this! We can talk this out--" He didn't even get a response, instead Buraimon flapped his wings with extreme force, the gusts of wind sending the boat out, with a screaming and struggling digimon aboard. "--Uwaaah! You traitors!" He yelled, growling at the uncomfortable position he was in. "I won't forget this!"
All he saw was the slowly shrinking forms of those on land walking back towards the village. His screaming could be heard for a little while, until he eventually gave in and started to doze off again.
After an uncertain amount of time sailing out into the ocean, the bindings around Herissmon loosened enough for him to bust out. He fell onto the deck of the small boat, head bonking and causing him to wake up from a dream he was having that had been quite odd. He was having a fight with a weird creature, with hair over it's eyes. They ended in a draw, and he offered to team up. But just as he did, reality brought him back. Was that some sort of coping mechanism? He wasn't sure, but momentarily decided to disregard it.
Grumbling, he looked over the ship, realizing this was a real situation. It was... Definitely a boat, shoddily built now that he looked it over. They must've built it recently and in a hurry, he figured. As for the supplies, he dug into the bag provided to take a look. By his standards, this food would barely last him a few days. He could at least row in a constant direction with the shoddy oars beneath said bag, but where would he go? The way the boat drifted during his slumber, he wasn't quite sure of even which way was back to land. "I'm gonna starve out here!" he exclaimed in a moment of panic, taking a look at the sea around him.
Realizing he was entirely alone, he narrowed his eyes. No. No he wouldn't! He might've been an exile, but he was still a hero! He could find land, somewhere, somehow! An island filled with delicious food, maybe? That dream was maybe a sign, a sign he was destined for greatness... With a sidekick, maybe! Call him delusional, but he decided to put his bet on being able to find something. He didn't have much in his life, aside from that weird dream. So he'd grasp onto it and use it for motivation!
He shook off his anger, trying to instead fuel himself to success. "Bah! Who needs them, anyway?" He grumbled, attempting to put the oars to use. Difficult with his claws, but he'd still try. He sat down to get ready to row, figuring he'd just pick a direction and roll with it. His heroic intuition never let him down! This gave him plenty of time to think on important things, like a theme song! Something to keep him sane on the waters.
Laughing to himself, he began to try and hum some sort of tune to his liking. He'd do what he had to in order to reach land again, and maybe he'd find something even greater than the big meals back home. Of course, that'd only be shiny treasures... Or bigger meals! Or bigger meals, topped with treasure!
This whole sailing thing was going to be easier than he could've imagined.
Hideaki Saitou was always raised to present himself in the best way possible at all times. That said, he is not nearly as concerned about his appearance as his parents would like him to be. However, he does seek to make a solid first impression and tries to maintain himself to the best of his abilities. He attempts to maintain a "proper" Japanese student look. His hair, a deep black in hue, is styled to the side and curved a bit toward the side of his face to keep it way from his eyes. He often wears his typical school uniform: a blue jacket with white lining with darker blue streaks up the sides where the arms usually fall, as well as a pair of rather simple-looking black pants. Beneath this jacket, he usually wears a simple, collared white shirt and a black tie with a blue streak down its center. He makes sure that he does enough exercise to keep himself fit and healthy, but he does not actively attempt to physically improve himself at all. This leaves his build as rather average overall.
Digivolution/Form-Change Method:
Partner Digivolution - Hideaki and his partner connect through a passion that the two share, usually a desire to protect others around them and a will to fight. However, the Digivolution can fail if either party is lacking that passion.
Personality:
Hide is an intellectual and strategist that does his best to maintain a polite, "proper" demeanor. He tries his best to keep cool and level-headed, no matter what situation he finds himself in. He even bows his head or upper body when he must apologize to somebody or to show his gratitude. This also means that he is largely reserved, keeping himself and his own emotions in check while maintaining an outward appearance of professionalism. His overall goal is to appear friendly, approachable and unjudgmental, largely due to a desire to help others with problems that they might possess. However, he is also a bit of a perfectionist, and this leads to a strong lack of desire to make mistakes. This can lead to him becoming very indecisive when an outcome is something that is difficult to predict, or when there's simply too many variables to consider....
+ Polite and approachable
+ Determined to do the right thing at all times
+ Actively seeks to do everything he can to help others who need it, regardless of personal risk, and promote their well-being
- Slow to act due to the need to think about consequences, and thus is unable to think on his feet very well
- Afraid to take risks
- In fear of worrying or even harming others, he keeps problems to and attempts to resolve them by himself as long as doing so doesn't harm others
Dream:
Hideaki has but one large, grand dream: to help reform the law of his home country and others, to create a world where nobody could abuse law enforcement or the legal world to unjustly harm others. This dream comes from not his own experience with the legal system, but through experiences earned vicariously through his parents: a prosecutorial mother and a defending father. They both have conflicting views on the legal system and have told him several stories of individuals who have hurt others getting their freedom through legal loopholes, or even by framing an innocent individual and tales of corruption in both services. But besides that, he has seen one example of this in specific: a friend of his from the academy he attends who helped him was framed for a crime he didn't commit, but was convicted through faulty evidence anyway. He dreams of, one day, making a legal world where this is an impossibility. And he holds firm to the belief that it is very much in the realm of possibility. And it is this idea that gets him through his day to day experiences.
Built into this as well, however, is the idea that he wants to make his parents proud. He has heard from many reputable sources that his parents are amazing in their respective careers, and he wants to be just the same.
Nightmare(s):
Pain. Disappointment. Betrayal. Failure. Suffering...all by his own hands, one way or another. Despite his grand ambitions, abilities and talents that he possesses...he is often afraid to step forward and demonstrate them. After all...what if others come to rely on him? And if others come to rely on him, then what is he going to do if he fails? What if he puts his faith in somebody who stabs them in the back later? What if it's his decisions or his plans that leads his friends to suffer? What if, in the end, he causes more harm than good? Or that he causes harm to a relationship that otherwise held strong? He is terrified of these prospects, and it leads him to be a bit more reserved when making his own opinions known.
Hide continued to take step after step into the darkness that surrounded him. His steps were slow, exploratory. He needed to make sure that he wasn't stepping into some deep abyss before committing his weight into the step, after all. The last thing he needed was to fall and hurt himself somehow. After all, he had a big exam tomorrow afternoon at the academy. And yet, despite that...he couldn't put anything together in his head. He'd never been anywhere this...dark before. At least, not without some kind of light source at his beck and call, usually a switch placement he'd memorized or a flashlight he'd expected to use. But...here he had nothing. He was even still wearing the same uniform he had been wearing in his own room. But that still begged the question.
Where...was he?
Needless to say, he couldn't see anything. He was confident that he had been in his room, at his computer, but nothing else could enter his mind's eye. All he knew was what his powers of observation, so commonly complimented by his friends and family, told him. And while his vision wasn't giving much to work with, there was certainly something there; the sound of rushing water. It reminded him of the sounds of a beach. He'd only been there a couple of times before, back when he was still a second year in high school, but the experiences had been very memorable for him, so he could clearly identify the sound. But he didn't know a beach to be THIS dark...and he certainly didn't recognize the feeling beneath his feet; a little too solid to be wooden boards or the sand itself.
'This is stupid....' Hide thought to himself with a shake of the head. Clearly, this must just be a-
"Stupid!?" suddenly came a voice from behind him, a bit high pitched and sounding almost offended.
"Who-!?" he exclaimed, suddenly spinning around, as though to confront somebody who sounded like they were directly behind him. And yet...there was nobody; just the usual darkness. He blinked, confused. But he was confident that he hadn't imagined that. Somebody had to be here. Were they watching him? But then how could they see in this darkness? Did they have some kind of tool? He would be at quite a disadvantage in that case, if they turned out to be hostile. "Who's there!?" Hide demanded.
"...Oops. My bad, pal. Forgot how you humans just can't see anything unless we shove it in your faces." came the voice again, this time from the other direction.
Before Hide could say anything in response, he felt something grip at his waist; something that almost felt like a rubber band. It gripped at his waist and spun him around. And standing there before him...was a creature he'd never seen before. What could only be described as a small, purple mascot in a red vest of some kind stood in front of him. And so short that he almost thought there was nobody there for a brief moment. But seeing that purple, mallet-like tail retract from his waist had drawn his attention. The boy blinked, staring at the little...purple draconic mascot at his feet.
"Hi!" the figure said with a wide grin. "So, you're the one, huh?"
Hide was silent at that. It wasn't that he didn't want to say anything. It's that he couldn't say anything. He was stunned into silence as this...thing was talking to him.
"...Huh. Not much of a talker are ya?" the mini dragon asked, tilting his head. "Well...I hope you can fix that and quick. 'Cause my friend is gonna need your help for real."
"What...?" Hide finally found his voice. "F-friend...? But, what...?"
"Shhh, don't worry about it right now!" the figure hissed. "Look, just...I don't have long, so let me talk, alright? Look. I know you, Hideaki Saitou. You're the human that's going to help my friend. Or...so I've been told."
Hide opened his mouth to question why this strange thing knew his name...but he decided to respect it for now, at least. It seemed intelligent enough....
"Look, the point is, my friend's going to be getting in over his head. And without you, he's going to get himself killed." the dragon added. "And if you help him...I promise, that we'll be helping you, too.
Helping...? Was this friend another little...thing like him? How could he help somebody he'd never met before? And why did it have to be him...? And how could they possibly help him?
But then came the words.
"You can do it," the figure said. "With his help, and the others...you'll make the world a better place. I promise."
Hide's eyes widened at that. Once more, he found himself stunned into silence. How did he...?
"So...what d'you say, Hide?" the purple dragon asked, lifting a claw up to him. "You're one of those business types, right? So think of it like one of those weird contract thingies. You help my friend with his dream...and we'll help you with yours. We'll make sure that you do it."
Hide couldn't believe what he was hearing. He didn't even know the figure. He wasn't even convinced that this was a real experience he was having. Let alone whether or not he felt comfortable putting any kind of trust in this mysterious 'friend' that he'd never spoken to before. But then again...he supposed if these figures didn't exist in the first place, what could it really hurt to indulge this strange...hallucination? Dream? Whatever this was. Besides...on the off chance that this WAS real, then could he really forgive himself for turning him down? Apparently this friend's life was on the line, after all. He wasn't sure how he could help, but....
Hide opened his mouth to answer, raising his hand and reaching out to grab hold of the white claw in front of him....
Suddenly, his body jolted. His eyes shot open and his body yanked itself backward, so that he was no longer crouched over the desk in front of him. He felt a sudden pain in the back of his head, causing him to let out a soft, "Ow...!" He rubbed his head as he realized...that he'd collided with his desk lamp. He squinted through the darkness of his room, seeing the computer monitor in front of him, unable to even make out the screen due to the difference in lighting. It didn't take him long to piece together what had happened; he'd fallen asleep at his desk while doing research again.
So then...wait. All of that...was just a dream...? He shook his head, dismissing the thoughts. Of course it was just a dream.... After all, it's not like little dragons actually existed; let alone with the ability to talk. He let out a disgruntled sigh as he reached forward to turn his monitor off. Clearly, it was time for bed if he was having strange dreams like that one....
Bio:
Maturity: Adolescent Pronouns: He/Him
Typical Digivolution Path:
Botamon > Koromon > Agumon > GeoGreymon > RizeGreymon > WarGreymon OR DNA/Jogress into Examon
Origin:
Agumon began his life as, what else, a childish, Baby level Digimon, Botamon, with others. However, once he had become a Koromon, he was tired of being treated like a kid. And he ran off, attempting to strike out on his own! However, this went just as one might expect...and Koromon found himself overwhelmed by the threats that lived out in the world. In particular, he found himself subjected to the whims of a batch of villainous Rookie Digimon, and beaten into submission. He was bullied into bending to their whims, and doing whatever they wanted, if he didn't want to get deleted and absorbed by these punks. One night, however, he finally decided that he'd had enough; that he would stand up for himself at last. And, of course, he was defeated rather easily.
But before he could even consider surrendering again, there was another Digimon on the scene; one he'd never seen before. He couldn't even get a good look at them, to even see who it was that saved him. All he can remember is that brave, strong and confident voice declaring the foolishness of these villains for bullying someone who clearly couldn't fight back. After a very short bout, the stranger defeated all three of his antagonists, who fled in fear. And just as quickly as he'd come, the figure left after making sure he was alright. All Koromon had been able to do was ask why he let them run, instead of finishing them off and taking their data for himself...?
The only answer he got was that he "didn't want to take away their chance to better themselves."
This encounter inspired the young Koromon more than anything else ever had. He had felt true admiration for another Digimon for the first time. That figure, whoever it had been, was amazing!. And from that point on, the Koromon devoted himself to becoming strong. And he made it his goal to do it "the right way." He was going to train his tail off to get strong...and he was never going to delete another Digimon. He was going to be just like the stranger that had saved him!
His training soon brought results, as he quickly managed to reach his Rookie form faster than he had anticipated. He traveled the Digital World, fighting to protect those who could not protect themselves, or otherwise saving Digimon in trouble whenever he could, even at the risk of his own life. He has even done so a couple of times and earned the respect of a few Digimon along the way, even befriending one or two of them and forming a tight bond. And to this day, he continues training, wanting to become strong enough to earn the respect of the Digimon that had saved him....
Personality:
There are two things that Agumon cannot stand in this world: Liars and bullies.
Agumon hates it when somebody uses deception to get what they want from someone else. Especially if it means causing harm in some way, or stealing something valuable. He strongly believes that there's no problem that can't be solved through the proper channels. Further, he despises those who abuse or otherwise bully Digimon weaker than themselves. Due to a deep-rooted belief that the strong have a responsibility to defend the weak, he hates knowing that a Digimon is abusing their power and using it to force smaller Digimon to bend a knee.
If there is one thing that he likes to do more than anything else, however, it's fight. Agumon is a warrior at heart. There is absolutely nothing like the exhilaration of a good brawl! He prefers a physical, hand to hand fight, but is not going to judge anybody for wanting to use all of their techniques to win. The one thing that he can't stand for, however, is anything that he considers "cheating." He can accept a loss if it comes from a truly superior foe. But if he loses a fight because his opponent "cheated" somehow, then he will undoubtedly hold a grudge. And unfortunately, this warrior outlook often lands himself into trouble, especially with how quick he is to jump into a fight.
His pride, while doing him plenty of favors for his self confidence, can be used against him as well. If his thick skin can be pierced with just the right combination of mockery and being in the process of losing or otherwise being overwhelmed in a fight...he can sometimes begin to fold. If the opponent proves to be truly his superior, he finds it difficult to shrug off words mocking his abilities, and he can take these very personally. This can even lead to him shutting down and all but surrendering altogether if it's bad enough.
+ Brave and altruistic, ready to jump into harm's way for the sake of another at a moment's notice.
+ Strong sense of self confidence!
+ Honorable, and takes his promises very seriously; he will never back out of a promise if he can avoid it.
- Extremely rash/impatient; he does not like to waste time thinking, when the problem could be solved faster just by punching it down.
- Obsessed with fighting to such a degree that he has a difficult time connecting with others through any other medium.
- Very hotheaded and egotistical; prone to angry outbursts if insulted.
"Haahh.... Haahhh..." Agumon breathed heavily, claws clenched into fists, held in front of his face. The fight had really started dragging on and on, but he still couldn't bear the idea of falling here. He couldn't let himself lose this fight...his companion was counting on him! But then, he saw it. There was the opening he'd been waiting for! A slightly lowered guard.... His claws clenched tightly as he suddenly took a step forward, swinging his claw forward, attempting to slug the opposing, purple Digimon in his cheek! However, his eyes widened.
The other Digimon sidestepped his punch, causing him to whiff. And unfortunately, the lizard Digimon had thrown all of his weight into that punch, and immediately fell off-balance...and right into his opponent's trap. That purple tail came swinging around, striking at the back of his legs! He gasped, his legs getting knocked right out from under him! He fell hard into the dirt on his back, and he laid there for a moment, stunned from the fall. But unfortunately, his opponent clearly had no intention to give him a chance to recover.
The other Digimon jumped into the air overhead, and then came the shout, "Ran-Gum Break!" They spun around in the air, swinging that tail around...and bringing down hard onto the defenseless yellow lizard!
"Gah...!" Agumon gasped in pain as the attack smashed down into his stomach, crushing him into the dirt! when the tail was removed from his torso, he was left, groaning and winded on the ground. And a moment later, he watched his opponent lift their leg, planting their foot on top of his chest and pinning him to the ground. He squirmed for a moment, but quickly found that he was unable to pull free in his current state. "D...dammit," Agumon growled in frustration. It was over....
"Heheh...looks like I win again, Agumon."
"Gah...I can't believe you're still this much stronger than me, Gumdramon...." Agumon muttered.
"Well, you're getting better, at least," the purple dragon Digimon replied with a smug grin on his face. Agumon watched as that foot was lifted off of his body and a claw was extended down to him. He let out a sigh and he reached out, gripping his friend's claw and allowing himself to get pulled back to his feet again.
"Yeah, but I feel like if I take a step in getting stronger, you take a step too, and I'm just not gaining any ground on you." Agumon complained, crossing his arms now that he was back on his feet. "I can't even beat you when I've got motivation to do it,"
"What, you mean that dumb bet about Blucomon?" Gumdramon replied with a snort. "Don't worry about it, it was just a joke anyway. We're not gonna make him stay here, even if you did lose."
"...Well that's good, I guess," Agumon said, with crossed arms. "The guy's been all over me since I saved him that one time. So I guess he's relying on me now. He looked around himself, at the forest that surrounded the two, trees stretching up to the skies all around him, so much so that sometimes even the sky was difficult to make out. But he supposed it made for a good hiding spot for the village....
"If you ask me, it's kinda cute. It's almost like you got yourself a little brother." Gumdramon replied with a joking smirk.
"...Bye, Gumdramon," Agumon muttered with a wave of the claw and a roll of the eye. The purple dragon Digimon laughed and waved after him as he finally began to walk away now that his spar was over. The lizard Digimon still had to meet up with his friend and companion, Blucomon, before leaving the village again. They had only stopped by here to check up on things.
After all, they had someplace to be, and at a certain time and place.
Agumon stopped walking, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He could still remember the dream like it was only yesterday. Himself, standing beside some kind of blue, icy dragon Digimon. There they would find them; strangers he'd never seen before. Humans. And they were in danger here by themselves. And without their assistance, the poor humans would be powerless to protect themselves from the villainous Digimon before them. Or...something like that? To be honest, nothing about that part had ever been very clear.... But he knew for a fact that, in his dream, he could sense these humans needed his help. At first, he had dismissed it. But the very next day, who should he end up meeting...but the very blue dragon he'd seen in the dream. And now one who simply would not leave his side for long.
And now, a long time later, he was feeling a strange pull. Almost like some instinctual knowledge that he'd forgotten he'd memorized. Like he already knew where he was supposed to be, even though the dream hadn't given him any kind of details like that. And thus, their curiosity piqued, the two began to journey toward this mystery location, to see if this really was the real deal or not.
Agumon opened his eyes again and let out a sigh. He supposed there was no point in dwelling on it. If this was just...the universe or something telling him that he had somebody he needed to beat, then he was gonna do it! If not...well, he'd probably find someone else on the way anyway, right? Besides, the longer he thought about this strange dream of his, the more it would make his head start to hurt. So, the Fire Digimon nodded to himself, clenching a claw, and continued on his path to the place he expected to find Blucomon.
Age: 16 Pronouns: He/him Occupation: Student, Digital Artist
Appearance:
Keiran is considered shorter than average for his age, standing at about 5'3", and is quite scrawny. This, combined with his softer facial features, has caused multiple people to assume he's younger than he actually is, much to his chagrin. He's pale with bluish-green eyes, faint freckles and strawberry blonde hair, the last of which he usually lets grow long due to being to lazy to get it cut. Recently, however, a mixture of teasing from peers and reprimanding from teachers has caused him to have it cut into a shorter style, though the fringe is still longer than average and partially covers his right eye. He doesn't smile much, so his resting face can come across as rather gloomy and unwelcoming.
His wardrobe is pretty simple: t-shirts, hoodies, jeans, all often leaning towards cooler colours and leaning more towards being comfortable rather than too stylish. A lot of his clothes are hand-me-downs from his older brother, and thus tend to be a bit big for him. After cutting his hair, he's actually started collecting and wearing hats, with a particular fondness for woolen ones with ear flaps. They keep his head warm and can be used to conceal when he's wearing his ear buds and listening to music. His younger cousins also once made him some friendship bracelets, some woven and some with beads, and while he is a little embarrassed, he actually likes the way they look a lot and rarely takes them off, tending to keep them hidden under one of his sleeves.
Digivolution/Form-Change Method(s)
Partner Digivolution - Digivolution is triggered by a moment of strong emotional connection between Kieran and Blucomon, usually brought on when they're in a particularly vulnerable situation. This same connection also can be extended towards Hide and Agumon, allowing DNA Digivolution to be triggered.
Personality:
Sullen. Moody. Antisocial. Uncooperative. These and similar words have all been used by adults at some point to describe Kieran, and he definitely appears that way to those unfamiliar with him. He tends to keep most people at a distance, becoming tense when other people approach him and often responding in short, curt phrases, and seemingly preferring to keep to himself, either losing himself in his drawing or just daydreaming. In truth, he's actually just a shy kid with some bad experiences of being bullied that has led him to being extremely uncomfortable around other, especially guys his own age. He would genuinely like to open himself up to others, but a fear of rejection and/or ridicule for being 'too sensitive' often causes him to become defensive or lash out whenever his emotions get the better of him.
+ Creatively inclined, with a real passion and talent for drawing
+ Much more gentle and nurturing than he likes to let on, getting on fairly well with both animals and young children
+ Highly sensitive to the emotions of others
- Paranoid; mistrustful of people and prone to misinterpreting their actions as malicious
- Really self-conscious, always worrying about how other percieve him
- Has trouble expressing his softer, more vulnerable emotions, often coming across moody
Dream(s):
If asked what his greatest desire is, Kieran might respond with "I want respect". This sounds a little arrogant, but what he actually means by respect is 'understanding'. He wants people to understand him, or at least attempt to understand him. He's had trouble making friends at school due to not sharing interests with most of his classmates, with a lot of the things he enjoys being labelled as 'childish' or 'feminine', often leading to teasing and bullying. This also somewhat extends to his family situation, with his father and older brother being both military men, and being much closer to each other than they are with Kieran. They do care about Kieran, really they do, but they just can't understand why he struggles so much in his social life, nor can they really connect with him over the things he enjoys. The few people who Kieran feels really understand him are his mother and the online friends he's gained through his art. Still, this doesn't feel enough to him. He genuinely wants to be able to connect with other people, to have them like him for being, well, him.
Nightmare(s):
The main reason Kieran has such a hard time opening up to people is that he's terrified of showing any emotional vulnerability, seeing it as a sign of 'weakness'. At best, he fears this will scare any potential friends off, and at worst, they might take advantage of this and using it against him. The idea of confiding in someone only for them to betray him is more terrifying to him than the idea of being alone, hence why he is so withdrawn most of the time.
The first thing Kieran was aware of was being cold. Not just a little cold either, but the biting chill that seeps right through your skin and into your bones. The kind of cold that causes pins and needles to develop in your limbs right before they go completely numb.
The second thing he was aware of was someone shaking him.
"Hey! Are you alright?... Hey!"
Kieran opened his eyes. Everything was a blinding white to begin with, so he had to close his eyes again, before opening them more slowly and waiting for them to adjust. Once they had, he found himself staring into a pair of large, pinkish-red eyes.
"Oh thank goodness! I thought you'd never wake up!" The eyes' owner gave a smile, revealing a row of sharp, pointy teeth.
Kieran gave a yelp and, somehow, managed to summon up enough feeling in his arms to shove this thing away from him. It was sent flying a good few feet before landing, head-first, in a snowbank. Only its back legs and tail were visible as Kieran pushed himself to his feet and backed away. He quickly surveyed his surroundings. He looked to his left, to his right, in front, behind... as far as the eye could see, there was snow, covering everything from the ground to the trees to the mountains in a thick blanket of white, and even now, several flakes were still making their way from the sky down to the earth.
Well that explains why I'm so cold, Kieran thought, brushing the power of his jeans and sweater. He turned his eyes back towards his mysterious companion, who was just pulling its head free of the snow. He could see now that it was a small, almost dinosaur-like creature covered in blue scales, with its head, tail and claws covered in a substance not unlike ice. Kieran took another step back as the creature shook its body free of stray flakes before jumping down from the snow bank. For such a stout, bulky-looking creature, it seemed surprisingly light on its feet.
"Oh, did I startle you?" it said, apparently taking no offense to his somewhat aggressive actions. It began to walk towards him, which only caused him to back away more. "I'm really sorry, it's just you weren't moving for such a long time! I didn't think you'd ever get up!" It was half-running towards him at this point, and Kieran instinctively put his hands out in front of himself in fear that it would leap at him. It seemed to notice this and stopped in its tracks, tilting its head to one side.
"What the heck are you?" Kieran said.
The creature blinked before grinning again, its tail beginning to swish from side-to-side like an excited puppy. "I'm Blucomon!" it said, cheerfully, as if that explained everything.
Kieran opened his mouth to speak again when a cold gust of wind suddenly cut through him, causing him to wrap his arms around himself. The snow began to fall heavier.
Blucomon, or whatever it called itself, stopped smiling almost immediately, its face changing to a look of concern. "This way," it said, beckoning with a claw. "We should get out of the snow." It raised its head up, eyes narrowing slightly, before looking back at Kieran. "I saw a cave on the way over here! It should give us shelter for a bit."
Kieran didn't exactly feel safe following this strange creature, but he also didn't want to get caught in a snowstorm. After a moment's hesitation, he slowly began to shuffle through the snow as Blucomon, smile wide and tail wagging once more, led him away towards those mountains he had spotted before. They managed to get out of the snow just before the storm really picked up, and began to make themselves comfortable... well, as comfortable as they could. Kieran was still wary of his unusual companion, and didn't offer much conversation as the two waited out the storm. Thankfully, he didn't really need to, as the little reptile was already talking.
It talked all throughout the storm, about how it had happened across Kieran in the snow, how Kieran was the first living thing it had seen for a good couple of days, how it had been alone for a very long time now and was desperately looking for the group they had been travelling with. The creature kept talking, its voice remaining in a manic, excited pitch even when talking about things that should have been sad, and never stopped to take a breath. Normally, Kieran didn't really enjoy being talked at, and would rather sit in comfortable with silence, but he got the feeling that this little guy didn't really have anyone else to talk to. So he humoured little guy, nodding and "oh" and "ah" in the appropriate places. Not that he really needed to, he felt Blucomon would carry on regardless.
After what must have been a couple of hours or so, as the snow outside was starting to calm down a little, Blucomon suddenly stopped talking for a moment. It glanced at Kieran. "I don't think I actually asked your name," it admitted with a sheepish smile.
"No," Kieran said. "You didn't."
Blucomon tilted its head to the side, its smile widening. "Sooo...?"
Kieran sighed. "It's Kieran," he muttered, perhaps a little too softly.
"Hm?"
Another sigh. "Kieran!" he said.
Blucomon blinked. "That's a weird name," it said. Despite the cold, Kieran felt his face flush slightly in embarrassment, and he opened his mouth, likely to make some kind of retort, until Blucomon added, with a cheerful smile. "I like it!"
Kieran didn't know what to say to that, so he didn't say anything at all.
The two waited out the rest of the snowfall, this time with Blucomon saying very little. They just sat and watched the snow falling outside the cave, the movement of which was even slightly hypnotic. Kieran felt himself getting sleepy, and suddenly became away that Blucomon was resting his head against his arm. Normally, this sudden closeness would make Kieran uncomfortable, but for whatever reason, he couldn't bring himself to pull away. It was weird, but for the first time in a while, he felt really calm... maybe he was just really tired. His eyelids were starting to get heavy.
Just as he felt himself beginning to fall asleep, he heard Blucomon mumble, "Hey, Kieran?"
"Yeah...?"
"When the snow stops, where do you want to go?"
"Hmmm...?" Kieran wasn't sure what it meant, and any words the dragon might have said afterwards were lost as Kieran became aware of a loud banging noise.
Kieran closed his eyes...
"Kieran?"
... and then opened them again. He was in his room, sat at his desk with computer turned on, head resting against the keyboard. Half of his monitor was taken up by a drawing program, with the other half taken up by chat. Kieran squinted as he watched the chat flicker past, filled with several messages of people calling to him and wandering if his internet had messed up.
"Kieran?" There was a knock at the door.
"Come in," Kieran answered distactedly as he typed a message in the chat:
sorry, must have fallen asleep at keyboard
Kieran's mum popped her head round the door. "What are you still doing up?" She motioned to the clock on the wall. "It's ten to twelve!"
"Sorry," Kieran said, doing his best to suppress a yawn. "I must have fallen asleep at the keyboard."
His mother's face quickly switched from stern to worried. "You alright?" She took a step into the room. "You don't look so well." Without waiting for him to answer, she placed her hand on his forehead to check his temperature, but Kieran merely batted her hand away.
"'M fine," he muttered. No longer able to resist, he gave a small yawn. "Think I'm just tired." He motioned to the half of the screen taken up by the drawing he was doing. "I've been working on this for hours and just doesn't look right."
Mrs. Blake glanced over his shoulder. "It looks alright to me," she said. She glanced at him again. "You really don't look well, Kieran. You really should get some rest."
"Hm..." was Kieran could say, his head nodding every so slightly. "I will."
Mrs. Blake smiled and gave him a small kiss on the forehead. "Good night, pet," she said, and turned to begin making her way out of the room.
"Night, mum," Kieran said, not bothering to look round as she exited the room.
The chat was still filling up with comments, some being gentle teasing but most were concerned, reiterating that maybe he had been working on for a little too long now and should get some rest.
Will do ttyl Kieran responded before shutting off his computer. Just as he was getting up from his desk, he paused, as if remembering something. He opened one of the desk drawers and took out a small purple sketchbook, flicking to the latest page before scribbling in the margin the words, "Blucomon, ice dragon." He didn't feel up for attempting to make even the roughest sketch right now, but he didn't want to forget. He wasn’t sure where or how he had come up with such a bizarre little guy, but he was definitely going to be the next thing he drew. For sure.
Bio:
Maturity: Child-Like Pronouns: He/him
Typical Digivolution Path:
YukimiBotamon -> Hiyarimon -> Blucomon -> Paledramon -> CrysPaledramon -> Hexeblaumon OR DNA/Jogress into Examon
Origin:
To this day, Blucomon isn't entirely sure where he came from. His Digiegg was found by a colony of Penguinmon who were traveling in the middle of snowstorm. Seeing the egg just lying half-buried in the snow, one of the Penguinmon assumed it had been dropped by one of their colony-mates. Without a second thought, they scooped it up and brought it along with them. It didn't take them long to realise their mistake, however.
Upon hatching into a YukimiBotamon, it became very clear that this creature was not one of them, a fact that became all the more clear once he Digivolved into Hiyarimon. While they knew what a YukimiBotamon looked like, they'd never seen this new Digimon, which resembled a tiny, half-melted Frigimon with a makeshift beak. Hiyarimon was also much more active than any other of the in-training Digimon, seemed to require twice as much food, and didn't seem to be aware of the differences between him and the other hatchlings, leading to several mishaps where he underestimated his own strength. The colony tolerated him for some time, but once he digivolved again and became Blucomon, they decided enough was enough, and after a few failed attempts to chase the strange Digimon off - all of which he assumed were some kind of game - they eventually managed to get rid of him. They were taking shelter in a cave during a blizzard, and Blucomon ended up getting into their food supplies and stuffing himself until he fell fast asleep. They took the opportunity and left, even as the blizzard still raged on. Blucomon woke up to find the snow had ceased falling and that his colony were completely gone. He had assumed they had simply forgotten him and attempted to track them down. However, the previous night's snow fall had covered up any footprints.
He wondered for a long time afterwards, never able to find his colony. He asked several passing Digimon help, even attempting to join them instead, but it never lasted. The Digimon would often make excuses about why he couldn't join them, or even straight up chase him off. Despite this, Blucomon's energetic and friendly disposition never faltered. He may have been all alone, but he didn't feel lonely, at least not to a strong extent. In fact, whenever he was sleeping, he often had dreams that someone else was with him, looking after him. He didn't always remember these dreams clearly afterwards, but feeling of being warm, safe, stayed with him. After a while, he did eventually meet someone who let him stay, a Digimon called Agumon. Blucomon came across the other reptile Digimon training, and was so mesmerised by his fighting style he didn't even notice when Agumon accidentally dislodged a chunk of rock overhead with his Pepper Breath attack, sending it hurtling down towards Blucomon. Thankfully, Agumon did notice, and pushed the Ice Dragon out of the way before he could seriously get hurt. Needless to say, Blucomon was pretty starstruck, not even really connecting the dots that Agumon had been the one who had sent the rock falling in the first place. Ever since, Blucomon has follow Agumon around like a little puppy and, surprisingly enough, the yellow dinosaur Digimon has yet to tell Blucomon to get lost.
Personality
Blucomon is an energetic digimon with a very under-developed, childish view of the world around him. He only seems capable of seeing the good in others and can miss when people are petty or rude, especially if that pettiness or rudeness is directed towards him. He's also not great at realise when he's upset someone or overstepped their boundaries. If he feels someone's upset, he feels the best way to help them is to pest them, to do everything you can to make them happy, even when that person just wanted to be left alone.
+ Full of energy; never seems to get tired or lose enthusiasm
+ Warm and affectionate, even to people he's just met
+ Unwavering optimism; always able to see the best in bad situation
*Age: 18 *Pronouns: She/Her *Occupation: Student (Just graduated high school and soon to enter college)
Appearance:
Lumina is a young woman with a thin physique and a reasonable height of 5’06’’. She has long light blue hair going down as far as her elbows that she keeps gathered back into two bunches. Her bangs have a slightly disheveled look that she styled on purpose in accordance to her fashion tastes. When it comes to facial expressions she is not very emotive, with the exception of her eyes. Though her mouth will only move into soft expressions in response to excitable events the lavender orbs that make up her eyes almost always give away her true feelings. During positive occasions they will subtly light up and sparkle, during negative times they will darken and waver.
Her favorite outfit consists of a green cold shoulder top with baggy long sleeves and a flowery pattern, an above the knee black ruffled skirt, semi-opaque tights, green flats with decorative golden buckles and a black headband with a big bow on the top. Sometimes she will wear a purple jeweled broach with this shirt. Needless to say she likes complex and stylish clothes but she prefers dresses and skirts to pants and shorts. Most of her outfits have her wearing black or sheer tights of some sort.
Digivolution/Form-Change Method(s)
Traditional/Partner Digivolution – Lumina and her partner digimon have to be united towards the goal at hand in order to have a successful evolution. Even if they are united too many negative emotions, especially but not limited to despair, could likely trigger a dark digivolution.
Personality:
+ Perceptive and good at judging situations. She usually does a good job of both thinking on her feet and knowing when things require deeper consideration.
+ Typically nonjudgmental of other people. At this point she knows better than that.
+ Takes pride in her appearance. Lumina likes to dress well and look good. She doesn’t ask for attention but also doesn’t mind if she turns heads.
~ Works well alone. She does this so well that she forgets how helpful other people can be. She doesn’t dislike people and she can work fine with them. She’s just so used to being alone that she flat out forgets about other people sometimes.
~ Quiet. Some people like this, some people don’t. It does help to make her a good listener.
- Greatly affected by stress. She simply hasn’t learned how to handle high levels of stress very well yet. If she is stressed enough she will become prone to making snap decisions, sometimes in a well-meaning attempt to avoid stagnation.
- Doesn’t like to talk about herself. At all. Not even a little bit. She will steer a conversation clear from herself.
- Blunt towards people she doesn’t like or towards people who do things she very much dislikes. Nobody is perfectly nonjudgmental and if anyone pushes her to this point they will learn how she truly feels in a hurry. She knows this can get her into trouble and usually she doesn’t care.
Dream(s):
Lumina’s biggest dream is to move forward with her life and to find her own path. To many this may seem like the bare minimum and something not even worthy of classifying as a dream. Everyone should be able to do at least that much, right? It turns out that not everyone is born knowing what they want to do with their life. As a survivor of child abuse moving forward is even more difficult of a concept for Lumina to completely grasp. It took years of help through counseling and other such forms for her to finally be able to start taking the first steps. She’s come a long way from where she used to be and mentally she is now in a much healthier place. Her resilience is impressive to say the least. But as she is about to enter the adult world Lumina finds herself unsure of which direction to go in. She’s using college as a fresh starting point and is hoping that the many opportunities it provides will allow her to find a passion and something to strive for. What she lacks in direction she makes up for in sheer willpower and determination to succeed.
Nightmare(s):
Her biggest fear is that, despite how far she’s come, she has no meaningful future. She worries that she won’t find anything in life that she wants to do and that she will live out the rest of her life unfulfilled. And if that happens what was the point of working so hard and surviving for so long to get where she is now?
Currently she does not believe any of the above will come to pass. Fear is usually irrational after all. But after everything she has been through, trying situations will always test her resilience against falling into despair. High levels of stress and despair combined will trigger actual nightmares in her when she otherwise wouldn’t have any. When she is having a hard enough time that she is having nightmares her momentum and confidence takes a hit until she recovers.
‘I don’t understand…’ Lumina was walking slowly through what seemed like a tunnel. She couldn’t be sure about that part though. The ground was rough under her shoes and the walls felt rocky when she touched them with her hands. A tunnel seemed like the most probable case but she had no idea how she had gotten here. The only thing she knew was that she needed to get out. To that end she started walking and soon found herself traveling ever so slowly toward a literal light at the end of this tunnel. In the direction of that light she could hear strange whooshing noises. They echoed off the walls the closer she got. It sounded like the ocean. Did this cave let out onto a beach?
No such luck. When Lumina finally walked out of the tunnel it was only into what appeared to be a natural cavern. The light was coming from several lit torches along the walls. She could still hear the ocean but had no idea where the sound was coming from. There was no ocean in here. The only thing in here was was a large circular stone tube in the middle of the chamber… and a tall figure in a black hooded robe standing next to it.
That figure was imposing, but Lumina supposed they were the only other person in here. She would have to talk to them to have any chance of getting out of here. So she walked over to the person in the robe.
“Hello?” Lumina waited for a response but none came. This person next to her did not even move. A chill went up Lumina’s spine. ’They’re not dead… are they?’ She opened her mouth to say something else but before she actually did she noticed that this person was looking down into the tub. Lumina followed their gaze. This tube, now in front of her, was so tall that it came up to her waist. It was filled with clear water and in the water, sitting on the bottom of the tub, were multiple small orbs. Each orb glowed with a beautiful and vivid color.
After a moment of observation Lumina was compelled to grab one of the orbs. She felt like she had to but she wasn’t sure which one she wanted to grab first. As she tried to decide on this she noticed some movement in the tub. Before her eyes many creatures spontaneously appeared within the tub. Small sharks, eels, deep ocean fish with large fangs… if it was a scary ocean creature that could hurt people it was in there. Lumina recoiled in shock, fearfully holding her right hand with her left. It was her right hand that she was going to emerge in the tub’s water only a minute before.
“You’re supposed to choose one of those orbs.” The robbed figure next to her finally addressed her. They spoke in a low, gravely voice. “Each orb represents a life fulfilled. Everyone is supposed to have one but people can lose their way before they get one. It happens a lot.” Lumina turned slowly to the figure, speechless. This person still would not turn to her. She could not see their face, hands or any of their other features. They were human-shaped and that’s all she knew. “Would you like to know which one suits you best? What you’re supposed to do?”
Lumina opened her mouth again to respond but before she could everything suddenly went dark.
“Ah!” Lumina wakes with a start in her own bed. Trembling slightly she looks around and tries to remember where she lives. Right, this is her apartment. It’s the middle of the night. She didn’t have a nightmare but she didn’t have a good dream either. It was only a dream in general. Strange as dreams tend to be.
She slumped back down and stared up at her ceiling. ’I don’t have time for my dreams to haunt me. The semester starts in less than two weeks.' With a huff Lumina bundled herself up in her blankets and tried to get back to sleep.
Ghostmon started out as a Botamon. She hatched some time ago in a location often frequented by ghost and dark digimon. True to her destined nature she enjoyed the graveyard area nearby and when she digivolved into Ghostmon she made this graveyard her home. Unfortunately for her she wasn’t the only digimon to live there. A small group of Bakemon, who had been living there long before she had, took notice of her. They absolutely abhorred her kind and gentle nature. She had no desire to kill or even hurt any other digimon. On the contrary anytime a digimon who clearly didn’t belong in the graveyard wandered in she would escort them out, either visibly or invisibly depending on how scared they were, before any of the Bakemon could get to them. She had spared so many digimon from the Bakemon that the reputation of the graveyard changed from terrifying and dangerous to merely terrifying. Ghostmon may have looked similar to Bakemon, but the Bakemon group decided that she did not belong.
On one cold dark night all the Bakemon in the graveyard got together and drove her out. Ghostmon did not put up any resistance and instead fled from them as quickly as she could. Looking back on it Ghostmon wondered if she should have put up a fight. But she really wasn’t one for fighting and besides, how could she ever hope to beat a group of digimon at a higher evolution stage than her? The whole time she helped digimon out of the graveyard she knew what she was doing. She had hoped that by otherwise keeping to herself the Bakemon would decide she wasn’t worth dealing with but she was wrong. In the end she only had herself to blame.
Ghostmon wandered for days, eventually going into a forest to forage for food and better shelter. She stumbled upon a small village. All of it’s inhabitants were wary of her. She calmly explained her story and promised not to bring any trouble to the village. A few digimon knew that the Ghostmon species were actually known not to be bad to other digimon and the villagers ultimately decided to allow her to live among them. That being said most of the villagers are still pretty wary of Ghostmon. Knowing this Ghostmon has opted to live in a small hut at the edge of the village. This way she is out of everyone’s sight, living out yet another isolated existence.
Personality
+ Genuinely nice. Ghostmon enjoys helping other digimon and always does so in a gentle fashion. She is always looking for the good in everyone and tends to notice people’s positive qualities before anything else about them.
+ Crafty. She likes to deal with difficult digimon or situations in non combative ways and this often works for her. She uses her ability to be invisible and intangible to great affect when doing this.
+ Level headed, even in difficult situations.
- Avoids confrontation to a large extent. This sometimes means not voicing her opinions if they conflict with others.
- Not confident in her abilities. If given the choice to fight or run she will always run because she doesn’t believe that are many physical fights she can win.
- VERY shy. So much so that she tries not to even show her face to other digimon unless she has to. If someone confronts her first she will sometimes hid her face in her hands and forget that she can go invisible. Once she is comfortable and knows the other digimon it isn’t as much as problem. This could perhaps be part of the reason she is able to deal with other digimon out casting her and why she seems totally ok with being forgotten.
It was a busy day as the sun started to set at the marketplace of a small, overlooked forest village. One dark blue digimon in particular was moving through the marketplace at a slow pace. She was carrying a brown paper bag full of groceries and being very careful not to bump into anyone. With her head down she made sure to give everyone she encountered a wide berth as she made her way out of the area and back toward her hut.
The digimon in this village were cordial enough to her but at the end of the day they mostly just tolerated her presence. It wasn’t too much of a surprise, she was an odd sight here. A digimon that clearly belonged in one of the darker areas to the north of the forest. The majority of digimon in this village were brightly colored and clearly raised in the village or somewhere else in the forest. It’s not that they disliked her on a personal level, it was just that she was different and quite literally “shady”. But they allowed her to live among them peacefully and that’s all that really mattered to Ghostmon in the end.
The door to Ghostmon’s tiny hut swung open and she floated inside. Sure, she could have just gone through the door but then her groceries would still have been left on the other side. She couldn’t risk having any of her fish fall onto the dirty ground. Not when it was time to prepare dinner.
Some time later, after it had become dark outside, Ghostmon floated back and looked down at her dinner with pride. In the modest little brown pot on her stove was a hearty, bubbling fish stew. She scooped a generous serving of the stew into a wooden bowl and set it down on her table. Right as she was getting ready to eat she realized that she forgot her spoon. She got up to retrieve it but when she sat back down her stew had changed!
Where there was once a savory fish dish there was now a bowl of clear water instead. At the bottom of the bowl in the center was a marble-sized orb glowing with a bright blue color.
“What? No, that’s not right… what happened to my food?” Ghostmon peered down at the bowl. The longer she looked the prettier the orb seemed to her. But that didn’t erase the face that neither it nor the water was supposed to be there.
Eventually the water started to stir. A shadow appeared behind the orb but it was so small that Ghostmon had a hard time figuring out what the shadow was supposed to be. It looked vaguely like a skull but then it appeared to be opening up. Maybe it was the jaws of some digimon?
“Jaws… uh-oh! Hey, don’t eat that!” Ghostmon grabbed her spoon and plunged it into the water in an attempt to rescue the orb before it got eaten by the shadow. At that very moment the torch that was lighting this part of her hut went out. Ghostmon squeaked and froze for the five or so seconds it took before, for some reason, the torch reignited and lit her house up again.
When she looked down again she saw that her spoon was deep into her fish stew. All sign of the orb and the water it was in was gone. Ghostmon simply sat there in silent confusion before a thought entered her mind.
’Eat up and make sure you get plenty of rest. You have to leave soon. She needs you. They need you.’
That voice in her mind was hers but she did not will those words into existence. Where did that thought come from? She waited for quite some time but not more unprovoked thoughts came.
Tall and thin; at 5’ 11” and 138lbs, Akeno has a slender, athletic build which is emphasised by her height as well as her long arms and legs, with toned muscles that are easily noticeable. Her skin is naturally pale, which contrasts with her dark hair and eyes, but she has a tan on her arms and legs from the type of clothing she wears such as tank tops and shorts, and has facial features that make her Japanese heritage obvious.
Her medium length hair is black in colour and naturally straight; Akeno usually keeps it tied up in a high ponytail at the back of her head, but if she were to leave it loose it would fall to around armpit level. She had a fringe that covers her forehead down to about a half-inch above her dark brown eyes, which she keeps cut to be perfectly level. Her facial features are sharp, with a narrow face, thin nose and high cheekbones, and a mouth held in a thin line that altogether gives her a somewhat intimidating appearance. Her eyes are similarly sharp and her eyebrows are thin. She tends not to be very emotive in her face, which can make her emotions a little hard to read, and instead shows her feelings through actions with other parts of her body instead; for example, if agitated or nervous she will pace or tap her foot or if angry she will clench her fist, giving away her feelings even if her face does not show it.
Akeno doesn’t generally dress in a very feminine manner but still pays attention to her appearance. Because of how active she is, Akeno is more inclined to wear sportswear or athletic hear than casual clothing like jeans or t-shirts; shorts, tank tops, tracksuits or running shoes are more her kind of thing. She does have some nicer clothing, including some skirts and blouses for formal occasions or if she needs to dress up, but these are rarely used. She is also not one for make-up or jewellery.
On the day that she was pulled into the digital world, Akeno was wearing olive knee-length shorts, a black tank top under a navy bomber jacket and white running shoes.
Digivolution/Form-Change Method(s)
Partner/Biomerge Digivolution – Digivolution is brought on by strong emotion felt by both the tamer and the Digimon and can often come about as a result of a difficult situation. However, in order to digivolve to their most powerful form tamer and Digimon must fuse together in a process that is only possible in the digital world where both human and Digimon are made of data.
Personality:
+ Hard-working/Dedicated – When Akeno has something that she is passionate about, she is willing to put a lot of work into it.
+ Level-headed – Not one to let her emotions get the better of her or to let herself get stressed. Even in difficult situations she is able to keep calm and make considered decisions.
+ Decisive/Pro-Active – Akeno is not one to hesitate or overthink a situation and is instead likely to respond quickly.
+ Independent – Willing and able to act on her own or under her own initiative. She is not reliant on others to make decisions or to make the first move.
– Impatient/Brash – The downside of being pro-active is that Akeno will sometimes act rashly and without fully considering the situation. She abhors inaction and waiting for things to happen, instead preferring to take an active role in things even if this is not the smartest choice.
– Has Difficulties Working with Others – Akeno is used to doing things for herself and is unused to being on a team in any capacity. As such, she will find it difficult to collaborate with others or put herself into situations where she must rely on others and other are relying on her.
– Prone to Ignoring her own Issues – When dealing with a difficult situation Akeno is the type to focus on what can be done and push everything else to the wayside; this can be useful at times, but can also lead to her not addressing important things until too late.
– Risk Adverse – It might be closer to say that Akeno knows her own limits and it very unwilling to push them. If faced with a danger that is beyond what she thinks she can handle, Akeno is likely to avoid it even if doing so has consequences for others.
Dream(s):
While she has a few plans for the future, Akeno doesn’t really have anything that she would consider to be her ‘dream’. She wants to go to college, any college, and move out of her parents’ house as soon as she is able to; as such she had already applied to a few places and has said that she wants to study English, however she doesn’t really know what it is she wants to do and is mostly planning on using college as a way to figure out what she wants to do while appeasing her parents by studying something. English was just the subject she chose at the time, but she has also considered studying Japanese, history or anthropology.
Akeno has been studying karate for seven years at this point and recently earned her black belt; she would like to continue training for her second dan and has also thought about learning other styles of martial arts, but this too is something she is unsure about. While she is passionate about it and has even briefly considered becoming an instructor, something she already has some experience with since teaching was a requirement for her black belt, Akeno is not sure if this hobby is something she wants to make a career or a future out of.
The closest thing she has to a dream is a desire to travel; Akeno has given much thought to visiting other countries, experiencing and learning other cultures and particularly learning the different martial arts of those cultures. She has not had the opportunity to pursue this desire yet, mostly due to her age, but would like to do so once she leaves home. In a way her dream is then to have the freedom to pursue the things that she is passionate about.
Nightmare(s):
For most of her life Akeno has had to deal with being compared unfavourably to her older brother. She was never as smart as he was, never as well behaved, never as perfect, never as *wanted*; growing up there was a marked difference in how her parents, her mother especially, would threat her compared to her brother, a difference that Akeno became increasingly aware of as she grew older. As a child she would look up to her older brother anyway and the two would often spend their time together, but over time the difference in the way they were treated caused a rift began to form between the two that led Akeno to begin to resent her brother as well as her parents; especially as her brother continually failed to stand up for her. For years Akeno would try and meet her parents’ expectations, thinking that her parents’ favouritism could be overcome if she was just able to match her brother whether academically or otherwise; this was never the case however, as even when she was able to achieve the same grades as him her parents, particularly her mother, would simply find other reasons to fault her and compare the two.
It was an impossible goal, one that Akeno gave up on reaching years ago. She has since learned not to worry about pleasing others and instead to focus on only achieving what she wants to, accepting any condemnations that she might receive, and is much happier as a result; however, the experience irrevocably damaged her relationship with both her parents and her brother and also affected the way she responds to criticism and failure, among other things. It has taken Akeno a long time to learn how to cope with losses or failure in a healthy way and not let either send her into spirals of self-flagellation. She also has trouble sitting still and doing nothing and is always striving to something with her time; even sitting down to watch a movie is difficult for her to do, which might have something to do with the fact her parents would rarely let her sit around as a child and would find something for her to do, like chores or more studying, if she wasn’t obviously doing something else. This was especially vexing as their definition of “doing nothing” included watching TV or reading a book. Akeno now feels anxious if she is not actively doing something productive or distracting with her time.
While Akeno currently feels like she is in a good place in her life, there is still a level of uncertainty that comes with having her parents and brother in her life. She knows that they do not approve of her hobbies and interest, particularly karate, and although they have so far continued to support them she is constantly waiting for the moment when they decide to take the things she likes away from her. Until she moves away from home they still have a degree of control over her life and she will not feel entirely confortable until this is no longer the case.
Waves lapped against the shore of an unfamiliar beach. She didn’t remember arriving there and didn’t remember where she was before, she just suddenly was and the beach was too and the waves lapped against the shore.
Akeno looked left and the shore extended forever in that direction until it disappeared into mist. She looked right and that too was infinite. Looking down at the sand beneath her trainers Akeno swept her foot across the ground, watching as it left a groove in the very real feeling beach. It all felt real; the sand, the water, the tang of salt in the air. It was all familiar to her experiences back home, visiting the Miami beaches with her family or her friends. But at the same time it all felt unreal, the experience lacking certain qualities; the air touching her exposed skin was neither hot nor cold, it wasn’t even damp despite the ocean being right there, and although there was a distinct salt water smell there was no breeze to carry it to her.
She’d never been aware that she was dreaming before. That had to be what this was, right; a dream? No other way to explain this strange, unreal place.
So, what now?
As if on cue, Akeno heard a noise behind her. She turned to face the source and found herself staring at a set of bushes at the edge of a treeline that she didn’t know existed until that moment; the beach was on the edge of a forest or jungle it seemed. A few moments passed where nothing happened and then Akeno heard it again, a rustling, and saw some of the bushes move in response.
“Who’s there?”
The rustling stopped and the bushes went still. A few more seconds passed with no other sign of anything happening. “Is there someone there?”
Still nothing. Akeno took a step forward, then another, before the bush suddenly erupted again in another burst of movement. She saw something scrambled out of it, out the back, before it disappeared further into the forest/jungle and into the shadows. “W-wait! Don’t come any closer.”
She stopped. That had sounded like a child’s voice, high pitched and unsure of itself, but why would a child be here? Akeno peered into the shadows cast by the trees and branches above; trying to spot the silhouette she had briefly glimpsed leaving the bush. Eventually she saw something; an outline at the base of a tree, behind the tree actually, half hidden and obscured by leaves and peeking out at her. It was short, with spiky hair, but beyond that she couldn’t see much with how dark it was; the silhouette was strangely shaped as well, with a large, disproportionately sized head, like they were wearing a helmet or a mask. The most obvious feature she saw though was the eyes; the sharp, glaring eyes. Inhuman eyes.
Raising her hands up in a placating gesture, Akeno took a step back to show she didn’t mean any harm. “Okay, I won’t come any closer.”
The eyes softened, slightly, but the figure chose not to move any closer. Even with the edge gone from the, the eyes still held Akeno’s attention; they were large, too large, and seemed to glow in the gloom. Green. So incredibly green.
“Who are you?”
The sudden question caught her off guard and it took Akeno a moment to pull herself together enough to answer. “I’m Akeno. Who are you?”
“…where did you come from?” Rather than answer, the hidden figure responded with another question instead. That was fair enough; if they really were a child they were probably scared, or at least wary around strangers. That was fine. Akeno could indulge them a little more before trying to get her own answers. It was a tough one to answer though; hard to say where she had come from, when she didn’t even know where she was.
“Miami? I’m not really sure where… this is, so…”
There was a longer pause this time, the silence stretching for long seconds as Akeno waited for some kind of response. She let her hands drop to her side. Maybe now was when she should start asking questions of her own? The silhouette wasn’t saying anything else so… she opened her mouth to speak and was cut off by another question. “Are you strong?”
“…what?”
“Are you strong? If… if someone was attacking you, could you fight them?”
That wasn’t the kind of question that she had expected to hear and it left her kind of stunned as to how to answer. If this really was her dream, then what on earth had caused her to dream this kind of scenario of all things? “Am I strong? I guess… stronger than most probably. If someone was attacking me I’d run though. Easiest way to avoid being hurt is to just run, if you can.”
“…what if you can’t run. Or what if it’s not you being attacked?”
Akeno brought a hand up to her head and run her fingers through her hair and kept them there, brushing her fringe back from her forehead. “Then you fight until you get a chance to run, or until the person being attack can run. The important thing is keeping yourself or the other person safe; you don’t win by beating the other person, you win be making sure no one gets hurt.”
“…yeah.” Another long pause. The green eyes in the gloom seemed dimmer now somehow, or maybe just cast down at the ground. “I want to be strong like that.”
There was a story there. A sad one. Akeno wanted to hear it, if she could. She wanted to hear it more than she wanted to figure out where or what this place was right now. “Can you answer my questions now? What’s your name?”
Those green eyes looked up again; they looked straight at her. “…I’m Pu-“
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Akeno opened her eyes to see lights blurring past her vision on the other side of a pane of glass. The soft hum of a car engine and the subtle rumbling of the seat under her let her know that she was in a moving vehicle. Turning half-lidded eyes to the side she saw her father’s hands on the steering wheel; she tilted her head slightly further to be able to see his face as well.
She sat up in her seat, opening her eyes fully as she used both hands to lift herself out of her slouch; the trophy shifted in her lap and threatened to fall, but she was able to grab it before it went anywhere. Trophy? Right, the karate tournament. They were on their way back from a tournament and she must have fallen asleep in the car; now that she was paying attention to her own body, she could feel the tell-tale ache and pains she always had after a night of fighting other people.
Akeno resettled the second place trophy in her lap, she never won first, and let her head fall back against the headrest. What a strange dream that was. At least, she thought it might have been strange; the details were already alluding her. She was on a beach? The ocean was nearby, that much she remembered. Was she alone? No, there was someone else there.
Wasn’t there?
All she knew for sure was that it was strange, but she couldn’t quite remember why it was strange and the only details she could recall seemed fairly mundane.
There was once a village where many Digimon lived. It was a peaceful place, nestled away in the mountains where not many outsiders visited, almost hidden from the rest of the world so that the inhabitants never knew danger. It was a place where the old could rest, the young could work hard, and the youngest could play; Pulsemon was one of the youngest Digimon living there and he was happy, having fun with his friends and looking forward to the day when he could work towards making the village a better place.
One day Pulsemon woke up and the village was on fire. At first Pulsemon didn’t know what was happening; he woke up to the sound of shouting in the middle of the night and could see orange lights outside his window. He went to the door and looked aside and all he could see were flames and smoke. Unsure what else to do, he ran back to his bed and hid underneath it, listening to the sounds from outside and slowly piecing together what was happening.
They were being attacked. The peace couldn’t last forever, sooner or later someone was going to find them and that’s exactly what happened; Digimon from outside the village had shown up and decided to raid their peaceful existence. From under his bed Pulsemon could hear the sounds of fighting; he continued to hide. He could hear shouting, voices both familiar and unfamiliar, he thought he even heard his name being called once or twice; he continued to hide. Eventually, the sounds died down until the only thing he could hear was the roaring of fires larger than any he had ever seen; he continued to hide. Soon enough even those noises died down to nothing and Pulsemon fell into a restless, nightmare-filled sleep.
It was morning when he woke up and he was the only Digimon left in the village. It took him a while to find the courage to finally leave his hut, but when he did he saw that the village he had called home had been destroyed; most of the building had been burnt or knocked down during the attack and he saw signs of fighting here and there. What he didn’t find where other Digimon; both the villagers and the attackers had left and he was the only one still there.
He had no choice but to leave the ruined village behind, so he left and began to wander. Eventually they found themselves in a new village, with new Digimon, and were given a new home. It was no replacement for the home he had lost, but at least he wasn’t alone anymore; he wasn’t even the only new arrival to this village, as there were several other Digimon who had also recently come to live there.
Personality
+ Friendly – Despite everything that has happened, Pulsemon is still friendly to those that he meets. Wherever he goes, he is always willing to try and make new friends.
+ Loyal – Pulsemon has experienced loss before and will not let it happen again. He will stick by those who are important to him, no matter what; because who knows what might happen in the future.
+ Energetic – It is in Pulsemon’s nature to always want to be active and to always be full of energy. He has an infectious enthusiasm for everything that he does.
– Easily Scared – As a result of the trauma he has experienced, Pulsemon is easily intimidated when faced with aggression or violence from others; fire is especially terrifying for him. He is likely to freeze or run in the face of danger, even though he knows he should try to be brave.
– Bravado – In an attempt to hide his uncertainty and fear Pulsemon likes to pretend to be braver and stronger than he really is. He tends to be loud and brass around people he is meeting for the first time, or people that do not intimidate him, to make himself seem tougher; this bravado is fragile however and easily abandoned should anyone stand up to him.
