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Digidestined

_{Estelle Lenore Lambert || 16 | June 1st || Cisfemale | She/Her || FC: Aqua from Kingdom Hearts}

Appearance:

▸ HEIGHT : | 5'11
▸ WEIGHT : | 165lbs
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Blue hair cut relatively short
▸ EYE COLOR : | Light blue eyes
▸ BODY TYPE: | Lean and reasonably curvy
▸ STYLE: | Stella, though she is fairly flexible when it comes to fashion, has a preference for dresses, shirts, and skirts. Most of them vary in a lot of ways, but almost always there is an item of clothing that is blue or blue-adjacent. Blue is her favorite color right next to pink and light green. She doesn’t wear raised heels, but you can catch her in flats from time to time. Otherwise, a majority of her footwear could be summed up to a nice pair or a few nice pairs of walking shoes (typically white and blue in some way/shape/form). Oh, and she has a bunch of necklaces/lockets. No reason why, but Stella absolutely loves them and they are a must have with about every outfit.

Personality Traits:

▸ Bubbly
▸ Open-Minded
▸ Sociable
▸ Hope-adjacent romantic
▸ Introspective
▸ Struggles to emote herself properly
▸ Prone to rambling her jumbled thoughts out loud

For the most part, Stella is a friendly, if not somewhat airheaded, girl with a big heart. Hugs are her main form of showing outward emotion and tends to invade personal space more times than she cares to admit. Sometimes it’s her way of saying hello (instead of a handshake or a wave). To the average person, she could seem a bit off her rockers, but she is probably more anxious than anything else. She gets lost in her head a lot, which tends to lead to a lot of unintended rambling. But she is a real sweetheart underneath everything. Her rambles come from a place of always struggling to find the proper way to express herself.

_{Petitmon → Babydmon → Dracomon → Coredramon (Blue) → Wingdramon → Slayerdramon}

Personality:

Dracomon is an aggressive, ferocious little Digimon. It has a fighting spirit that never backs down from any challenge and loathes weakness. Both in itself and in its friends. It will take the tough love approach to make sure nobody it cares about will ever doubt themselves, especially if Draco is fighting for them. This includes his future partner, Stella. That aside, something interesting about Dracomon is its sometimes easy-to-distract personality. Hard to say what made him this way, but one little thing that take him off-course and when he's reminded, his temper can get quite volatile.

Rangers

Jackson Drake || Red Crystal Ranger

_{Jackson Torvald Drake / Just Jackson / 20 || 4/1 / Red Crystal Ranger / HEX CODE / Evan Peters}

A P P E A R A N C E

Jackson treats his body like it’s a temple…except for all of the junk food and liquid candy (soda/pop) that he puts into it. Despite some questionable culinary choices, Jackson has a rather lean-eqsue boyish figure. When he’s not lounging around at his house or at the mall, Jackson is running around town and rides his skateboard all around, so naturally his body reflects that. He stands at six feet even and has a mostly toned body (though some parts are kind of flabby for obvious reasons). His hair is naturally medium blonde, but sometimes he goes through periods of dying it darker or lighter. In high school, he was mostly known for his light blonde hair, but nowadays he rocks a dirty blonde scheme. His hair is what one would call curly-wavy as gives off both a curly and wavy look (depends on the humidity, really). He also has hazel green eyes.

S T Y L E

Comfort over style all of the damn time.

As a punk, skater, and lover of anything loosey-goosy, Jackson Drake’s whole opinion on what someone should wear is directly tied to his go-with-the-flow personality but also stand out like a sore thumb. Sometimes that means camo, sometimes it means dress like the inner skater boi that you are, but it almost always means that you can catch him wearing some kind of oversized hoody (when seasonally appropriate), baggy jeans and shorts (supported with a belt, of course), and maybe some kind of knit cap or hat. He wears either nike or vans all the way. There is no debate there.

His favorite color is red, so a lot of what he wears has that color somewhere in his every day outfit.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

• FEARLESS - An adrenaline junkie by nature, Jackson has a fight and flight response to almost everything he tackles on. Whether academic (okay let’s be real, school isn’t what you would call his forte), but everything else like physical and morality wise, Jackson fights with a reckless abandon that is sometimes a double-edged sword, but for the most part is very much a core memory. It’s in his nature to take risks, to show people, but also himself, that it’s okay if you fall but as long as you stand up. Jackson is also a little corny in his fearlessness and misguided, but there’s always noble intentions behind it. All in all, Jackson Drake is a firm believer in living every moment to its fullest and accepting any risks that may come from it.
• Shortsighted - Okay, so risks might be the nature of the game that is Jackson’s life, but one thing he has always struggled with was seeing the bigger picture. He never was one to plan that far ahead. And he’s kind of slow at picking up on simple clues that may hint to his actions not working in his favor. Sometimes he cares and sometimes he just likes to see where things might go. Whether this is taking on a jump for some of the videos he films for his youtube channel (where he posts parkour videos), tricsk he might try on his board, or simple assumptions about people, Jackson always goes into it with the opinion that it might work out. It’s always 50-50 for him and he rarely second-guesses himself. Might be a tad overconfident in his own ability, but it easily a perfect example of his bad habit about never thinking before acting.
• Dependable - Not to quote Toy Story, but Jackson is the kind of guy that you would have a friend in. This is because he understands what its like to not fit in with the popular crowd. Having a weird middle name and being teased for it, Jackson has been in a lot of situations where kids were cruel, so this is why he stands up for those who are targeted by others because of their indifference. Bullying isn’t cool and Jackson will fight the good fight for those who can’t defend themselves. This may have led him to jumping the gun sometimes and it may even explain some of his recklessness, but if there’s anything that could be said about this side of Jackson, it’s that if he considers you a friend or even if he sees someone in trouble, he will not hesitate to jump in. Because that’s what makes somebody money! And being money is good!

F A C T S

• Jackson comes from a long line of mechanics. His father, mother, three uncles, five aunts, and over 10 cousins all, in some way, are mechanics, work for the family business, Drake Auto Repair, or work for other garages around Angel Grove and the surrounding cities. As a result, though he isn’t a mechanic by trade, Jackson has extensive knowledge about automobiles and knows what makes them tick and can take apart/put back together almost any engine if he spends enough time with it.
• Jackson is a student at Angel Grove University only because his parents said they’d kick him out if he didn’t either get a job or go to college, so he does both…kind of. He gets paid for his parkour videos via Google Adsense and maintains an average GPA at AGU. He also occasionally delivers pizza around campus, so he gets paid there too.
• Jackson has the bad habit of just saying whatever comes to mind. Is it always helpful? Hardly. Sometimes he’ll ask stupid question. Sometimes he’ll say things that might piss someone off, but almost always, what he says and what the actions that follow almost always get his desired results. He does need a firm hand to tell him to shut up, which he responds almsot ideally to. That’s something, right?

R A N G E R

Why is JACKSON a good fit with the Rangers? Jackson might have the attitude of a neanderthal and might be single-minded at times, but his moral compass may be the straightest you’ll ever see. His desire to help those in need, regardless if it puts his own well-being in danger is, as far as anyone he knows is concerned, unrivaled. He has a fearlessness and a certain reckless abandon that could be beneficial to a team of superpowered young adults just trying to save their city. And if I may be so bold, Jackson might not be a teenager anymore, but he certainly has the attitude that a certain space wizard once looked in for his team.

Rangers

Now I'm nervous ^^;

But hey may the best ranger win!

Edenridge

_{@Aces Away & @metanoia
Timestamp: The Sunday right after the Allison (Friday) Scene}

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Mordechai groaned as the morning sun poked through the curtains of Mary-Anne Zima's living room windows, assaulting his resting eyes and bringing him into full consciousness once more. He had woken up some time in the evening yesterday, dizzy and confused as Mika's mother all but force fed him some of the most amazing food he'd ever had. She'd given him several ibuprofen for what was shaping up to be a killer hangover and set him back down on the couch, tossing a blanket across his body as he passed back out. He'd obviously slept all through the night, but that didn't stop his body from currently feeling like it had been hit by a train, his head taking the hardest impact. He squinted painfully against the sunlight as he pushed himself up on the couch, the blanket falling from his shoulders. His head was pounding and his arms itched, so he took a sip from the cup of water left for him on the coffee table and ran his free hand up his other arm. He certainly wasn't awake or functional, but at least he hadn't thrown up or woken somewhere he didn't know. Small victories.

He put down the water, reaching for his phone to see several missed messages from Allegra and Mika in their group chat. According to the last message, Allegra was on her way and Mika was coming to pick him up for a ride to the airport. Mordechai was already lamenting having to listen to Mika's loud music on the way as some form of torture or punishment when the man himself burst through the door, the noise making Mordechai close his eyes against the new onslaught of nausea.

The door slammed louder than Mika intended, but it was whatever! Seeing Boa in better shape than he left him last night was, at the very least, something along the lines of progress. “Look at you actually appearing to be halfway decent,” Badger teased his brother, who groaned and kindly flipped him off in return. At the very least, between the two of them, Boa was probably feeling better than Mika was right now.

In truth, Mika had a long ass night. Between picking Boa’s ass from rock bottom then family dinner, which was a real treat, and then experiencing a few hours of hell with Hyde, Mika didn’t sleep worth shit. Maybe a few winks here and there, but by the time came that he had to come and pick up Mordechai, let’s just say that HB will need a lot of coffee for the trip to pick up Boa’s beloveds.

As he greeted his mother with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, Mika sat down on the couch next to Boa. “So tell the truth, mom, was he a handful?”

“Not at all!” She gleamed, smiling at both boys. “He was out most of the night and when he wasn’t, he ate good food. I imagine, though, you have a bad hangover. I’m sorry I don’t have anything better than ibuprofen.” A look of self-appointed disappointment covered her face.

"It's not your fault," Mordechai croaked out, running his hands over his face as he leaned up against Badger. "I was imposin', and somethin' tells me I'm not gonna be gettin' anythin' much stronger for a while." Because there was no way, if Allegra and the kids were coming, if she'd already gotten Mika in on it, there was no way that he was gonna be able to touch anything other than a blunt and some hard sodas until the heroin and other crap was flushed out of his system. He didn't begrudge them at all, but it was going to make his next couple weeks absolute hell.

"Thank you, Mrs. Zima, for takin' care'a me on such short notice. I'm really sorry this is how we met."

That look of disappointment was quickly replaced with a smile as Mary-Anne waved her hands in front of her, shaking her head slightly. “It was out of our control. I’m just happy that we got to meet. Next time, we all can more than make up for it.” Her eyes went to her son.

And the smile was returned. “Mom’s right. When circumstances are…different, maybe we can do this again and not just in this apartment.” He half-smiled as he looked to Boa. “And perhaps I might even be able to eat some of that food I smelled last night.” It was clear in Mika’s voice that there was a tinge of jealousy that Mordechai, despite his state, was able to eat the food that he hasn’t had in some time. “I hope you savored it all,” Mika teased his brother, nudging him a few times in the shoulder.

"When have ya known me not ta savor a meal?" He retorted, an attempt of a grin twitching on his lips as he stared back into Mika's deep blue eyes. "Though I look forward ta actually havin' a meal with ya sometime soon, Mrs. Zima. I'll try ta make better conversation than drunken ramblin' next time," Mordechai promised, looking over to the woman and swallowing harshly against the spike of pain it sent through his skull. Today was going to be a very long day and he was nowhere close to being ready to face it physically, let alone emotionally. After his conversation with Mika yesterday, he'd checked out, wiped himself out, closed the door on the oversensitive part of him. The man sitting next to the Honey Badger of the Southside was no longer scared-angry-lost-confused-hurthurthurt, he was just tired and compliant. "Maybe I could cook somethin' for you ta return the favor."

Mary-Anne gave another smile. “That would be lovely!”

Mika didn’t say anything to Boa. He didn’t really have to, but he could tell by the way his mother was acting and also with how comfortable that Boa seemed to be around her, it was clear that last night went as well as it could be. The final moments that Badger spent seated was dividing his gaze between Mary-Anne and Boa. Part of him wanted to savor it but also he was just trying not to fall asleep. Her couch was a lot better and more comfortable than the one he had at his apartment. Guess that was what happened when you were granted the special apartment on the special floor.

As he stood up, the loss of his support sending Boa toppling into the cushions and eliciting a curse from the man, Mika grunted. The exhaustion was setting in, but he had no time to sit around. He wished he could stay and catch a few hours of quality sleep, but Allegra would kill both of them if they were late. “You about ready?” Mika asked Boa as he walked over to his mom, who had stood up from the chair that sat across from the boys on the couch. He gave her a tight hug. “I’ll try and stop by soon, mom. Promise!”

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When Mika and Boa left the Lost Souls apartments, greeted the serpents standing guard in the early morning, and the New York-born Russian Badger helped his withdrawal-showing brother from another mother into the passenger side, they finally took off. He hopped on the nearest freeway entrance, letting idle chatter fill the silence of a few minutes until the two ran out of things to talk about.

Truth be told, even though he wouldn’t admit it to Mordechai, Mika was beyond impaired to drive. He was exhausted in a lot of ways that exceeded the physical sense. He had a long night that started with Boa, then dinner with the Gonzalez, then the Death Triangle. The few hours of sleep between each wasn’t enough, especially with all of the stress he found himself under thanks in all part to his always-exceeding-expectations, older brother. To make matters worse, he doubted he would have any real rest anytime soon.

But, of course, that was a matter for a later point in the day. Mika had to shove it all down because this was a very important drive. It was a long one, especially with how Mika was feeling, but one that would no doubt be of great significance.

“How about a little music since we’re clearly too exhausted to keep our thriving dialogue going,” Mika chuckled, nudging Boa in the shoulder. He made sure to snicker at Boa before reaching for his phone, gaining a wary look from the washed out man. Should he be looking at it in his impaired condition while driving on the highway? Probably not, but what was life without risk? “You’ll like this one. A…friend of mine turned me onto it.” By friend, he meant one of his boys from Brighton Beach.

Mika scrolled through his Apple Music and pulled up a classic, letting Boa hear for himself just what kind of crazy jams that Mika got down with. “Pretty good, yeah?”

The second the beat started up in Badger’s speakers Mordechai groaned in dismay and pulled the lever to release the seat back, laying it flat and throwing his jacket over his face while he used his hands to plug his ears. The man’s subwoofers had every pulsing beat shooting through his head like he was standing next to a speaker at a rave, and he desperately flung his arm to the passenger door panel to roll down the window and get some blessed fresh air circulation against the onslaught.

“You’re a fuckin’ menace Badger!” He shouted as loud as he dared.

“Pa-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!” In contrast to how miserable Boa seemed to be, Mika was, in all honesty vibing. “You can’t say this isn’t a fire beat, Boa! It’s the real shit!” Mika banged on the steering wheel to the sound of the beat.

The rest of the ride to the airport consisted of more torture for the nauseated man and amusement on a certain Badger’s part. When they arrived at the airport, Allegra was standing at the pickup curb arguing with-well, more like cussing out- a sweaty man in a suit and service vest while she held Chai on her hip and Viva clung to her leg. Mordechai stared nervously at the scene as his stomach rolled once more.

“What are the odds she’s just goin’ off for the sake of it?”He asked Mika desperately.

Internally cursing, when Mika thought the day wouldn’t get worse, regardless how it was spun, the universe just loved to prove him wrong. “Stay in the truck,” Mika said, a stern, concerned look on his face for Mordechai. “I’ll see what the hell is going on.”

“Don’t have ta tell me twice,” Mordechai relented easily, sinking back into his seat and covering his face back up with his jacket to get a little bit of peace and dark before hurricane Allegra made it into the truck.

After Mika exited his truck and made his way over to where Allegra and the two clearly older men were currently on the receiving end of a very…colorful series of words that any normal person would think shouldn’t be said in front of two young children, but Mika heard worse when he was Viva’s age. So why should he care? Besides, as he stood a few feet away from it, Mika couldn’t help but enjoy the show for a few moments before intervening.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite spitfire!” He stepped forward, hands in his hoodie pocket, back slouched somewhat, and he gave a wave to Viva, smiling at the little munchkin. “What’s happening?”

“Unc’a Badgew!!” Viva cheered, immediately releasing her mother’s leg and running full tilt into Mika’s instead, wrapping her arms around him like an octopus while Allegra’s head whipped around to track her child. “Momma’s sca-wing people again,” She giggled as she beamed up at him, lifting her arms up to him to indicate she wanted to be picked up.

Without hesitation, Mika picked up the young Viva as he slid his hands under her arms and secured her in a tight (but not too tight cause she was fragile) hold on his side.

“Mika! Thank god, I might need someone ta hold me back if I hear the same bullshit line on more fuckin’ time abou-”

“Sir, as I’ve already told your wife-” The first man began belligerently before Allegra spun back around to glare him down with the heat of hell’s own flames.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare cut me off ya dickless, sweaty pig. And he ain't my fuckin' husband. Just tell me how the fuck ya put my luggage on the wrong goddamn plane as though the information tag wasn’t clearly displayed,” She turned to Mika, and for a split moment she allowed him to see the pout through all her rage as she spoke directly to him. “It was my everyday clothes bag. I can’t exactly walk around in my work clothes so this,” She gestured to her black and white striped top and relaxed jeans. “is all I have in terms of home clothes until they find out wherever the fuck they sent my shit, and then it’s still not promised it’s not just lost for-fucking-ever.”

“Vewy Angwy,” Viva emphasized to Mika in a whisper as she leaned into him, eyes wide. “The man’s been a meany.”

“That’s right. Also big dumb dumb!” Mika snickered with Viva, entertaining the young girl in his arms as he kept a glaring eye on the dumbasses.

Said man rolled his eyes in aggravation at the child, and he dropped his hand on Allegra’s shoulder in order to forcefully guide her towards Mika, grabbing her remaining luggage at the same time. His attention was just split enough that he didn’t have time to react as Allegra jolted and spun back around, Chai held securely to her chest while she landed a solid right hook to the supervisor’s jaw.

“You don’t fuckin’ touch me again, asshole!”

Never a dull moment. That thought carried itself into Mika’s next action as he held Viva close to his literal chest and grabbed Allegra’s luggage and ran back to the truck, tossing it in the back as soon as he could. He opened the back door, setting Viva on the seat. “I’ll be back,” Mika stated in an almost Arnold Schwarzenegger-like manner, looking and smiling at Viva as she giggled. He gestured to Allegra to get into the truck.

Shit hit the fan so fast, but in the smallest moment he had to spare, Mika admired the handiwork that Legs left on the floored man’s face. He saw another trying to grab for her and Mika rushed back, socking the other one in his face, knocking him out in the process. “That’s for losing her luggage, mudak.”

He half-smirked at Legs. “We should leave now,” Mika suggested, tugging Allegra by the hand to emphasize the sense of urgency they should prioritize.

"I think you're right," Allegra agreed easily as she slid into the back seat with her child, accepting Chai back from Mika before she began strapping Viva in single handed. Once that was done she lifted Mordechai's jacket off his face before kissing the palm of her hand and giving him a solid smack upside the head. Said man startled back awake from where he had fallen asleep as soon as Mika left the car. "Hello ta you too," she said, handing Chai over to his father to hold since there was no car seat. Mordechai took him willingly and held him close.

"I've missed you guys," Mordechai admitted instead of greeting them, catching Allegra's eyes through the mirror. "I'm glad you're here."

Allegra's gaze in the rearview softened slightly. "Of course we're here, bovo.”

Digidestined

Eyyy! And sounds good to me! Simpler the better though knowing me I'll find some way to make it more complicated lmao

Rangers

@OGSG PM'd ya my red ranger submission for review!

The Avatar Upstairs (Forum Game)

For some reason, my upstairs neighbor yells going ghost all of the time. He's weird.

Rangers

I might not use Jordan if I join as I am already using her in a different RP and I hate doubling up XD

But yeah, would be happy to kick off here again.

@Akayaofthemoon

YESSSSSSSS! Idk who I'm using either but looking forward to them getting on each other's nerves if they do

Rangers

Fucking mood I almost want to just transfer over Ross from his previous sheet, but at the same time, I have ideas for Crystal Red that aren't ross. It's so hard to choose lmao

Rangers

Yeaaaaah let's do this!

Might be eying either red or green. Need to think about it some more and see which might fit my character more and which just appeals to me most.