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Current I think I'm Advanced+ level and could do that. But under Adv, I feel compelled to write a certain way and it makes writing feel more like a chore even if it's just in my head. Thus, I prefer Casual
1 mo ago
Many people equate "Advanced" to "Big, high effort posts with lots of flowery language." It's a habitual thought I struggle to shake as an RPer with 20+ years of writing experience. It's very draining
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His eyes twitched as he slowly began to regain his consciousness. The dog-like Digimon vaguely became aware of his surroundings, his ears beginning to regain their senses before his others. They twitched slightly at the slightest sound, from the soft breathing of the body beside him to faint footsteps and voices. His sense of smell was the next to return to him...and he quickly became aware that the room he was laying in was nothing like the room he usually slept in. This room smelled more...clean. Finally, after this realization, his eyes began to open and he found himself staring up at a bright light that lay embedded in the ceiling above him. The light was absurdly bright compared to the darkness he had been watching just a few moments ago. He squinted his eyes, trying to give them the chance to adjust. However, a memory flashed through Gaomon's mind that snapped him back to his senses completely. The sight of his human master suddenly dropping a strange device from his hand and suddenly falling toward him, as though he had suddenly fallen ill. He vaguely recalled catching his falling master in his arms before losing consciousness himself. He immediately bolted upward. "Master!" he exclaimed suddenly, quickly scanning the room. Where was he? Where was Henry!? Had he somehow been injured again, despite having not once that day letting him out of his sight? How could that have happened right under his nose!? Gaomon's fears were only partially relieved when he became aware that the sound of soft sleeping had been from none other than Henry himself, who had been laying down on the bed beside him. "Ah...! Master!" Gaomon exclaimed, quickly pulling himself around and righting his body so that he was on his knees on the bedding, looking down at his sleeping human. "M-Master Henry, please wake up, sir!" he quickly started begging, using his gloved arms to nudge the human's body in a desperate attempt to rouse him. Gaomon let out a sigh of relief as Henry began to stir at last, mumbling something soft under his breath. That was normal for him, which meant that he was just fine. He then quickly slid himself off of the bed he had awoken on, not wanting to interfere with his master's awakening. Henry's eyes were the first thing that opened. Much like Gaomon, his eyes squinted for a moment as he attempted to adjust himself to the unfamiliar lighting. He instinctively raised his arm to shield himself from the uncomfortable light as he sat himself up in the bedding, throwing the uncomfortably warm sheets off of himself at the same time. "Whoa...who turned on the sun?" Henry murmured in a sleepy tone. "It is good to see you finally waking, Master." Gaomon said from beside the bed, a slight smile on his face as he bowed his head. "Truthfully, you were starting to worry me." "Ngh..." Henry groaned, rubbing his eyes and looking around the room again. "So...wait, where am I?" he asked. He could identify the surroundings well enough. If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought that he was in a hospital. "Oh. Did I get hurt again or something?" he muttered, quickly checking himself over for any kind of stitches or bandages, like when he had originally gotten the injury that resulted in his scar. He felt nothing of the sort, however, and there wasn't a hint of the crimson blood that had been there the last time. He seemed perfectly unharmed. "No, Master, we are both unharmed it seems," Gaomon said, turning to look around. "However, I have not even a single idea as to where we might have been moved after we were forced into unconsciousness. I highly recommend that we-" At that point, his ears twitched. A sound had caused him to stop speaking and he spun around quickly to face the door. He was ready to defend Henry from any intruder that may enter their abode, likely expecting them to be asleep. Such a foolish attempt. He had long-since developed his senses to a very keen height. There was no sneaking up on him very easily. But what he saw was not an intruder attempting to cowardly sneak in on them. "I wonder what's out here?" Henry asked nobody in particular, pushing the door outward and looking around the room. "M-Master, please wait!" Gaomon shouted after him, quickly rushing after his tamer...but not before stopping to grab a small blue and white device off of the floor. It looked familiar and important, so he had decided to grab it off of the ground before leaving the room. Just outside, the two came to realize something that put Henry at ease. There were other humans already out in the hallway...and each one of them had a Digimon of their own. "Oh wow, look. I guess the Digimon really weren't all dead after all." Henry commented as he stepped outside. He then grinned slightly. "Well, that's nice. It would have been rather strange if you were the last one on the planet." "...Yes, Master." Gaomon replied, withholding a sigh of exasperation. He quickly put himself between Henry and the other humans. Their room had been at the very end of the hall, putting nothing but a wall behind them and the others in front. Gaomon looked cautiously at the others. He couldn't help but find it suspicious that they were suddenly in a room filled with other kids with Digimon. Something was fishy here and he wasn't about to allow Henry to risk associating with- "Hey, do any of you know where I am?" Henry suddenly called, taking Gaomon by surprise. The beast Digimon fell to the floor in his surprise while Henry simply pushed past him without a care in the world. "I kind of just dozed off out of nowhere and-" "Master, what are you doing?" Gaomon asked in a slight panic. He quickly climbed back to his feet and moved himself between his tamer and the others. "Forgive me for stopping you, Master, but we have never seen them before. They could be the reason we are here in the first place." Henry paused and thought about those words for a moment. He had to admit, he was right. "Hey, you guys didn't, like...kidnap me or anything did you?" he decided to bluntly ask. Gaomon simply looked back at his tamer in disbelief. Although he supposed that he should not be so surprised at this point....
Bam. Make that one person. Sorry if mine seemed to drag on for a bit there. I got a little bit carried away and started kind of just rushing it near the end. xD
"Gaomon, you're scaring all of my new friends away again!" a young, blonde boy complained as he sat at a round lunch table, picking at the disgusting heap of slime that they called grape jelly in this school. He had the left side of his cheek pressed into his left palm while his right held the spork, gently stabbing at the slime and pushing it around in its tray. He was alone at the round table now, but just a moment ago there had been a small group of friends sitting around him throwing some kind of cards down on the table now that they had finished eating. The cards themselves had rather interested him, as they not only looked kind of cool, but there seemed to be some kind of game made out of them. He could barely follow what was going on as the game was moving at a ridiculously fast pace, with cards getting thrown down on the table, moved to a discard pile of some kind while other cards were flipped over consistently. He had started asking what it was about, but it had been at that point that Gaomon had finally caught up with him again. Soon afterward, they had left. He couldn't understand the reason why. "Master Henry, they were hardly friends," Gaomon replied flatly, sitting on the seat beside him. The blue, bipedal dog-like Digimon wore boxing gloves on his arms at all times, a practice which Henry constantly vocalized its oddity. "You did not know a single one of them. And they were already giving you dark looks as you talked. If they left you simply because your servant continues to follow you, then that must be something wrong with them." "That's always your excuse," Henry complained in response. "Oh well, it can't be helped." He then smiled slightly and lifted his head again, looking over at Gaomon. "I suppose it is better that I kept my Digimon. I mean, I would have been rather upset if it turned out that you had died like the others or something. Haha...wouldn't that have put a damper on things this weekend?" "Master, with all due respect, I humbly request that you speak of such ill things with a greater regard for their dark nature." the digimon said, bowing his head slightly. "And we have no reason to suspect the...incapacitation of the other Digimon." "Well, they're gone, aren't they?" Henry replied, waving Gaomon's sentiments away with his right arm, accidentally splattering some of the jelly that had been stuck to the spork in his hand in Gaomon's direction. The digimon did not move, although he had plenty of time to do just that. The jelly struck him on top of his muzzle, which he ignored completely. "That's as good as dead to me." In truth, Henry was the reason the other kids had deserted the table. He had spoken of Gaomon and the other kids' Digimon in a much similar manner. This was a typical day for the two at this point. Ever since the other Digimon in the world seemed to simply vanish into thin air one morning, everybody else avoided them even more than they had before. They were probably just jealous that his Digimon had stuck around, but he didn't particularly care. After all, it was entirely possible that they had all been taken away for a specific reason. And since Gaomon hadn't been taken away, he must not have done anything wrong. If anything, this was a good sign for him, right? He was even more special now than he was before. It wasn't long until the middle school's bell rang once again, causing him to stand up from his seat and make his way to his sixth period classroom, with Gaomon at his heels like usual. When they arrived at the classroom, Gaomon followed him inside. Usually, a Digimon would have been required to wait outside until class was over, since they did not want the children to have such a distraction or, worse, use their special powers to cheat. However, Gaomon always stuck with him and he refused to leave, no matter how much the teachers insisted otherwise. Eventually, his parents had had a discussion with the principal of the school and gotten him special permission. Gaomon was not to let him out of his sight, so it was imperative that he stay with him in the classrooms as well. It also probably helped that none of Gaomon's special abilities would assist him in any unfair manner. Eventually, school was let out and the two began to take their usual walk home in moderate silence. Occasionally, Henry would point something out and laugh about it while Gaomon simply listened to him and acknowledged his words. This time, however, there was an unusual incident that occurred merely a block away from their return home. There was a trio of loud honking sounds, followed by what seemed to be screeching tires and then a loud, almost disturbing crunching sound that caused Gaomon to flinch slightly. A vehicle that had spun around a corner much too quickly had ended up crashing head-on with another vehicle that had been making its way around the same corner. "Oh wow, wasn't that cool?" Henry asked, a grin appearing on his face. "I've never seen a crash in real life before! I wonder if somebody died?" he then paused for a moment as he thought harder about it. "...That would be a drag, actually. I don't want a bunch of police cars taking up the street. Those lights are really annoying to look at." "Master, I do not mean to interrupt, but perhaps we should be on our way?" Gaomon insisted, looking up at Henry. "We never know what kind of characters might-" But Henry was already dashing toward the accident, rather than away from it. However, it was not the accident that now had his attention. Rather, it was the small figure beneath the two automobiles. The figure had four legs and a short yet bushy tail. It was a small dog of some description. One of the vehicles had caught fire, causing both drivers to abandon their vehicles and move to a safer distance, just to be safe. The dog was hiding under the opposite one, away from the flames. Henry made his way out onto the street, despite the protests of the dog digimon at his heels and the other people around him. He had already climbed down onto the street road and attempted to push his arms underneath so that he could grab the dog by the scruff of the neck. However, he was not able to pull the dog out like he wanted to. The vehicle was crumpled in such a way that the metal framework had been lowered so much that this was an impossible escape route. He then looked back, expecting his Digimon to be by his side as he usually was. "Gaomon," he said calmly, despite the roaring flames of the opposite car a few feet away from him. "Can you...er...man, what was that called again?" Finally, after a few moments of silent thinking, shook his head, fed up with trying to remember. "Just do, the, uh...the thing. You know. The thing you do." Gaomon did not need to be told twice. He got into a stance and raised his gloved fists, facing the car. "Gao Rush!" he called, slamming his punches in such a flurry that they were nothing more than a blur of red rubber. He slammed his fists against the car door, punching it farther inward with each punch. As the metal bent inward, it lifted itself away from the ground, widening the gap between the ground and the frame. Finally, Henry managed to barely pull the dog out from underneath the car. "There ya go, little guy." Henry said with a smile. "You could've died if you stayed down there. But you can go now." He then set the now-panicked dog back on the ground, who immediately started running in the opposite direction. Now that the dog was gone, Gaomon reached out, opened his boxing glove hands, grabbed hold of Henry's wrist and pulled him back down the road, away from the crowd of onlookers that were already starting to applaud him. The last thing that Gaomon wanted was for Henry to be the center of attention. Thankfully, none of the crowd followed them and they were able to escape into a small alleyway, hidden away from the main street. "Aww, what was that for, Gaomon?" Henry muttered, putting his hands behind his head, now that he had finally been let go. "I was starting to make some new friends again." "Deepest apologies, sir." Gaomon replied, bowing his head in apology. "However, I felt it necessary to remove you from the situation before something more happened." "Oh well." the boy said. "Let's just go home, huh? As fun as that was, nobody died and it wasn't as interesting as I thought it'd be." Gaomon withheld a sigh and instead directed his attention above him, toward the boy's face. "Sir, if you do not mind my asking...why did you go help that animal, then?" "I dunno." Henry replied. "I just saw a dog and I didn't want him to die for some reason." Gaomon looked questioningly at Henry, as though the response baffled him. However, he merely shrugged his shoulders, trying to ignore his curiosity. "Come, Master, I believe it is time that we returned home for the day." "Right, right." Henry said. Together, the two began making their way back toward their home, with Gaomon leading them down a path away from where the police lights were already starting to become visible. --- Eventually, the two found themselves back in Henry's room as though nothing had ever happened in the first place. Neither one of them mentioned the incident and Henry found himself sitting down in his usual spot in his mostly-bare room, laying down on his bed and twirling a plain hat that he always kept in his room, yet never wore on his fingertip. Although sometimes, he liked to place it on Gaomon's head. He did always look relatively nice in a hat. Eventually growing bored of sitting there with Gaomon staring at the door, he decided to reach down into his pocket and retrieve his cell phone from his pocket. He clicked a few icons on it, eventually loading up his internet browser. For a short while, he watched videos on his phone about various different subjects until his phone beeped at him. He recognized the sound immediately and knew what it was before the notification showed up from the top of the phone's screen. He tapped the notification and it immediately brought a new window on his phone's display. The e-mail that he had assigned to his phone came up quickly and he looked at the new message. He usually ignored them, as nobody important ever bothered to take the time to write to him. And curiously enough, the message was from the familiar "EBE" and bore the word "TIME" in its subject line. He wasn't sure why the combination looked so familiar...but it caused him to click it. On the phone, a simple message was displayed.
"Quite an eventful day you have had. Care to make it more interesting?"
"...Huh?" Henry murmured as he looked at the e-mail. "Wow, that's cool. This guy knows what happened today. Maybe he was-" but he stopped there, immediately flinching in pain and dropping the phone onto the soft cushion of his bed. The motion caused Gaomon's head to immediately jerk in his direction and caused him to jump to his feet. "Master!" Gaomon exclaimed, quickly rushing to his bedside. "Are you alright!?" "Yeah, don't worry so much." Henry murmured, looking down at the now-glowing phone. "It's just a little burn." Before their very eyes, the phone began to undergo a metamorphosis, the light growing brighter until they both eventually were forced to look away. Finally, the light faded and the phone had transformed into what was clearly a different device altogether. Henry reached down and picked the strange device up. "Aw man!" he complained, rolling his eyes. "Mom and Dad were still paying that phone's stuff...off...?" Suddenly, a dizzy spell washed over him. "Gaomon...I think I'm...taking a..." he murmured sleepily, but he did not get to finish his sentence. He heard a vague "M-Master!" somewhere off to his side, a pair of gloved hands grabbing his head.... And then, nothing but darkness.
Woo~ Looking forward to it. =} This was surprisingly quick compared to the other one. xD Then I suppose I'll be able to put my post up there~
Heh. That's pretty neat. I'm usually the one with the youngest character, as Henry is supposed to be seen as this creepy little kid. It's interesting having somebody younger than him for once, even if it's only by a year.
Oh yeah, Digimon World is undoubtedly an awesome game series~ I even like the Digimon World 4/X. Although I had NO IDEA where the basis for that game even remotely came from for a LONG time. xD And when I found out that it was based on a Japanese-only movie/special, I started really loving it. But for me, my favorite of the Digimon games HAVE to be the fighting games (except All-Stars Rumble, which I only bought to support more Digimon games being released in America. xD). But Rumble Arena 1 and 2 are still some of my favorite games to play. My favorite fighting game that's not Smash Bros. I loved its simplicity. They knew what they were and stuck to it~
I played it for a short while myself. It fell into the exact same pattern as pretty much every generic MMO out there, though. As much as I love Digimon, I had more fun playing games like Elsword myself.
### Character Sheet **Human CS** **Name**: Henry Damon **Gender**: Male **Age**: 14 **Nationality**: American **Appearance**: ![](http://oi60.tinypic.com/15mgzdl.jpg) **Personality**: Henry is a very high-spirited and carefree young man, always blindingly cheerful about everything he is ever involved in, no matter how dreary. However, this is consistent with even the darkest themes that he might be discussing. For instance, he will talk about death and murder as though it were nothing more than a game. Nothing seems to ever even get him down...not even the injuries of his friends. Because of this strange demeanor, he is often described as "extremely creepy" by other kids who know him. He is also not one to care much for his own well-being either. He is a firm believer in the ideology that anything that is meant to happen will happen anyway, so there is no need to worry about it. If he was meant to die, then he will. Because of this, he can get himself in dangerous and even potentially fatal situations that would have been avoided by a more "sane" individual. He is the type of person who has no qualms about walking the line between life and death...and will make jokes about it the entire time. **Brief History**: Henry lived in a small town in Florida with his parents and a younger sister. He grew up in a fairly normal life for much of his childhood. However, something went wrong one day near the end of his elementary school life. He witnessed a very brutal crime, taking place right in front of his face while he was leaving school late one day. He even very nearly became a victim himself. During his escape attempt, he lost consciousness and has no memory of anything that happened that day. He found himself waking up in a hospital with a scar on the side of his face. His parents attempted to shelter him from the tragic event, fearing for his mental well-being, but he did not seem at all bothered. In fact, he enjoyed making jokes about the incident and other jokes in ill taste, concerning his family even more, including his Digimon that had been with him for a couple of years by that point (Wanyamon at the time). This was the first time he had displayed his current personality, which has never faded away again. After a handful of psychological evaluations, his family was presented with no alternative but to accept the truth. Their son, in an effort to protect himself from mental scarring, bore a new personality within him. One that would not be bothered by such a traumatic experience but rather enjoy it. Bizarrely, however, his original personality never seemed to resurface...or at least, not that anybody has ever witnessed. It was as though this new one had completely taken the place of the old, rather than what was typical of Dissociative Identity Disorder. At the advice of psychologists, none of his family members have ever told him of his original personality. To this day, he believes that this is who he always was. He remembers his scar and where it came from only due to his parents originally telling him. However, upon his visit to Middle School, he continued to live his life as normal, although still regularly seeing psychologists. Digivice Colour: Dodger Blue (Hex Code 1E90FF) with White **Digimon CS** **Name**: Gaomon **Nickname**: N/A **Gender**: Male **Picture**: ![](http://wikimon.net/images/9/96/Gaomon_art_dsm.png) **Attribute**: Data **Type**: Beast **Specials Attacks**: - Gao Rush: A furious barrage of punches and, occasionally kicks (to keep his attack from becoming too predictable). - Rolling Upper: Curls himself into a ball and rolls toward the opponent before lunging upward, delivering a more powerful, single uppercut to the opponent's jaw or equivalent, which will knock an opponent upward if they are light enough. - Double Backhand: Spins around, creating a tornado around himself, and attacks by smashing the back of his fists into the opponent **Personality**: Gaomon is a born servant. He views himself as nothing more than a servant to his human "Master." Ever since he was bonded with Henry, he has always kept his health and safety over his own. This has been very trying for him in even more recent years as Henry's personality changed, meaning he had to put up with his dangerous tendencies. He does not care, however, as he views it as his duty to protect Henry with his life. He even kept to his family's wishes, never revealing to Henry nor his friends about Henry's original personality because he believed it was for his well-being. He feels a powerful sense of guilt for not being strong enough to protect his master when he needed him the most (resulting in his master's personality change), and so has vowed to never let him leave his sight and to train harder to become a stronger Digimon for his sake. He has sworn to never fail Henry ever again. Because of this, Gaomon is very protective of his tamer, reluctant to even let others get near him without them first earning his trust. He also puts his view on his role in life to other Digimon like him. Many Digimon are exceptions, but from his view, it is a Digimon's duty to be subservient to the human that they are partnered with. They are guardians, not equals. And any act that puts Digimon on the same level as humans are viewed by him as presumptuous. And if a Digimon dares to act like a leader or a boss to their human, Gaomon will view it as them stepping far out of their place and will grow slightly hostile to them, often berating them for acting out of their proper place. Gaomon's personality is best represented not only by his devotion to Henry, but by his battle style. He is a very defensive fighter, only striking back when he is struck first or is challenged to a spar with his master's approval. He will hold back and allow other Digimon to stay on the front lines, preferring to stay beside his tamer and protect him above the others. He is normally a very merciful Digimon, only doing enough damage to end any current threat. However, if he fears that the enemy's existence will put Henry at significant risk of injury, he will not hesitate to destroy. This goes double for any Digimon that dares threaten his human. He takes every threat very seriously. In short, Gaomon is a servant. It is his purpose to serve and protect Henry from any danger, including himself. His sense of duty is made even more powerful by the guilt of his failure to properly protect Henry when he needed him. He views Digimon as guardians of their humans, and dislikes it when a Digimon presumes themselves to be equal to a human or even when they act superior. He sees this as very inappropriate and will berate any normal Digimon for acting in such a manner. He fight defensively and only fights when he is either struck first or if Henry is threatened. And he will take all threats seriously. He will put the protection of Henry over all else, often letting other Digimon take the battle on the front lines while he hangs back, guarding his (and potentially the other) humans. Despite his seriousness, however, he has one major weakness.... Despite his mature attitude, he truthfully has the heart of a puppy. He loves being scratched behind his right ear or underneath his muzzle (which Henry will do to appease him whenever he is upset with him for being so rash) and he can enjoy chasing things. However, he will refuse to chase anything as simple-minded as a ball or stick. He finds the task demeaning...but sometimes, he will succumb when his Master insists (Henry truly believes that Gaomon enjoys it). **Evolution line**: Dodomon -> Wanyamon -> Gaomon -> Gaogamon -> MachGaogamon -> MirageGaogamon
Wow, I didn't realize we had that many accepted characters already. I expected seven or eight at the most. xD Heh...the reason I say I don't like the Digital World in Tamers was because it was so...blunt about it. They slapped you in the face with the digital aspect of it, and I really didn't like it that much. I also was not much of a fan of the direction they took the Digimon concept. Wasn't a fan of the fact that it was a game/CCG. Maybe it was because I never got into the IRL Digimon card game, but I never really liked that. But of course, the story and the characters were definitely its strong part~
Heh. Personally, I never cared THAT much for Tamers. xD I loved the characters and...a lot of the Digimon and all that...but I didn't really like the direction they took the concept of the Digimon. Plus, I always liked the idea of the Digital World being just like the real world. You wouldn't know that it was digital unless you were told. I was not much of a fan of how they threw the "Digital" part of the name in your face. xD
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