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Name: Quentin Saltsmann
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 200 lbs
Designation: 7
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Dossier: He has an American father but a Mother who was born to immigrants to the USA from Japan. He graduated at the end of the school year and decided to join his parents on their missionary trip to Japan that is set to last 6 months. Though the rest of his family has jobs, such as English lessons or local service projects, he is largely free because he is a minor. Although he does help with local service projects when he is eligible to do so. His family is has connections back to the Portuguese missionaries of old from his mother's side and her ancestors left Goho island for America in the 1870s.
He was raised in a supportive home and is from a middle class family. He has a hobby in combat robotics which consumes much of his time with tinkering on them. He also reads quite a bit and mostly science fiction books and magazines related to cars and mechanical things. He graduated top 25 in his class and has already been accepted to South Harmon Institute of Technology for engineering.
He has a quiet demeanor but has a tendency to talk on and on about things he knows. Despite his robot combat love he is largely pacifist and will seek to avoid conflicts. Physically he is out of shape and his poor diet choices are not helpful to correcting the problem. He has a trusting nature and has on more than occasion been manipulated by other children at school. He has a large desire to see the good in everyone and sometimes he can get burned for it.
Other: Bi lingual of English and Japanese, can build things and understands technology and computers, lacks physical strength speed and stamina as he is out of shape, good with science and mechanical knowledge but only average at math, has a popular mechanics subscription.

Digimon Profile [-]
Seat: 6
Name: Data
Control Method: (How the Digimon is made not entirely OP, and makes fights fair for other players. Due to this being tabletop now [this is from an older incarnation of the idea] this may just be a roleplaying preference.)
Personality: Data is a sutbborn but loyal companion. His agressive front covers for a simple Digimon that just wants to enjoy his time. He has a sense of humor that seems to clash with his mechanical style. He will disobey orders when he believes he has the better idea.

Species: Bommon
Gender: Male
Attribute: Vaccine
Family(ies): Metal Empire
Appearance:(Note alterations)
Technique:
-(List name, and a short description.)

Baby:Bommon> In-Training:Missimon Rookie: Solarmon/Hagurumon{virus variant}> Champion:(At least three options, not until you're almost there)> Ultimate:(At least three options, not until you're almost there)> (At least three options, not until you're almost there)
I will have my Character in soon!
Count me interested
Hi, @tobiax said you may have open spot, would I still be able to join?
"I'm heading North, what else is there to do." said Isaiah. He and his followed behind those already going. Jumped into his arms as they walked along.
"Any good stories to share?" said Eleazar aloud. "My favorite is the time I ate a whole watermelon, or was it a grapefruit. Maybe it was a soft gourd. Nah it was probably a watermelon. Now I don't remember what I was trying to say. So anybody have anything to talk about?"
"Thanks I guess." replied Isaiah. He then turned to the rest of them. "So are we all going that way, or should we not trust this things direction?"
Isaiah was about to speak when Eleazar started. "I think this might be your way home."
"I was going to say the same thing!" exclaimed Isaiah. "That's freaky."
"Eh, happens to me all the time." replied the Zerimon.
"So are you the problem we need to fix, you look evil enough." stated Isaiah. "Between all of us we should be able to handle you!"
Eleazar jumped up startled at what he heard. "Were not digivolved yet! What powers do you humans have to damage Dracmon?"
Isaiah and Eleazar made their way into the group and came within 10 feet of the floating 4 eyed creature.
"What is it?" asked Isaiah aloud.
"It's one of us, sort of." responded Eleazar. "Don't be afraid, if it wanted to attack it would have."
Isaiah nodded at his Digimon before looking at the other people with little creatures around them. They seemed to be in the same situation he was in and probably would be no help, but the floating 4 eyed thing should be able to help.
"Who are you and why are we here" Isaiah asked Dracmon.
Meanwhile in the Real World...

Isaiah sat on the bus ride home by himself thinking in the back seat. How am I going to beat Todd's new armor in the game? He may be the best but there has to be a weakness to exploit with my teleporting. Only my short range is no good against his...
A rumble from his small blue gym bag interrupted his thoughts as the bus halted at his stop.
That was strange. Isaiah thought. But it was probably just the contents shifting.
He got up and walked off the bus saying goodbye to a few classmates on the way out. He still had to walk a flight of stairs to get to his street but he felt good to be out of school. He reached into his bag after the first step to make sure everything was in place. All the index cards were wrapped in their rubber band still. His planner was there, so was the Gameboy SP that he brought for the ride but didn't use anyway. The pencil and pen were both in the bottom so he put it out of his mind and stepped back off so he could race up the stairs.

As Isaiah bounded over the last stair at full speed in attempt to beat his prior times the bag shook again. He didn't take note of it as he was breathing deeply on his few steps to his home. The little white house with four windows and a purple door lodged between two brick houses was where his journey ended. He had a half hour before his parents would get home. That left plenty of time to relax with his pastime, computer gaming.

As he closed the door and entered into the living room the bag through itself off of his shoulder and shook around on the ground.
"Wow!" Isaiah exclaimed. "Is there an animal in there?"
He drew close with caution. His mind raced because he had just checked the bag a few minuets ago. He didn't think the bag could have gotten something inside. He reached down and opened it up and looked inside. He saw nothing unusual and sat on the black couch and looked again.
"Nothing in here should move." Isaiah said aloud. "Unless the game turned on."
He picked up the SP and flipped it open causing a bright light to snatch him and his bag up.
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Isiah hit the ground softly and sprung himself up while still in a daze. He couldn't make it all out but it seemed like a forest. There was a group of people around a strange creature. It seemed devilish to him. Then he felt something hit his shoe.
"Down here!" cried a small voice. "Your late! We are missing all the excitement!
"What? Isaiah replied to the little green ball. It had a tail and a small horn upon its head, and it bounced excitedly as he talked to it.
"I'll make it quick so we don't miss more! I'm Zerimon but my friends call me Eleazer. I think they do at least. That is if I have friends. Where was I?" said Eleazer. This confused Isaiah more.
"I don't know where your at, and I don't know where I am either. I'm Isaiah, lets be friends little guy. We both could use one about now."
"That sounds great Isaiah! But don't call me little, I'll have you know...." the Zerimon stopped. It looked at the other children and Digimon and back at Isaiah. "Well if I knew I would tell you but I don't so lets go!"
Isaiah nodded his head still confused and followed the hyperactive Digimon to the others still in view.
Current idea for digivolution.
->Unimon -> Piximon -> MarineAngemon

Zerimon -> Gummymon -> Tapirmon -> Boarmon -> Mammothmon -> SkullMammothmon

-> Numemon -> Etamon -> MetalEtamon
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