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Digimon V3- A Mature, Character Based take on Digimon

Flyboi

Name: Carter McRay
Age: 19
Crest: Friendship
Appearance:
Bio: If anyone could embody the number Two, it would be Carter
Carter was born to an american military family, the middle child between two daughters. While him being the only son would make him stand out, it did little to help him stand out among the three. He wasn't the smartest, nor physically gifted. He was quick to find out that he could gain attention by changing himself to suit people's needs, making as many friends as possible to fill in in that emotional hole in his heart.
Growing up, Carter was just shy of everything. As he grew, he found that his life was still hollow. He valued some of those friends more than others, creating a divide between the real friends and the supplementary ones. He couldn't replace emotional connections with many faces. Graduating, Carter had nowhere to go, but he didn't meet the requirements to follow in his parent's foot steps. He took whatever odd jobs were available to him, but always gravitated towards the skies. He wanted to fly, to soar at intense speeds. If he could just take one thing for himself, it would be to be a pilot, but Carter always knew better than to hope too much one something.
Personality:After spending his teenage years molding himself this way and that to make as many friends as possible, Carter knows a thing or two about people and how they work. While its certainly true that he learned his lesson about manipulation and change, all of that time dedicated towards being a jack of all trades has certainly left a mark on him. He's an optimist, always hoping for the best even though he rarely gets his way. If someone is happy, he's happy, and he's okay with that.

Chip the Terriermon

Name: Chip

Personality: Chip, despite his small size and easygoing nature, yearns for battle with a partner who shares his view. Carter might not have been the best candidate, but they get along much better than a person who would better fit what Chip considers Ideal. Fight the good fight, but enjoy a good snack and a long rest when you're not on the field. While Carter is busy making friends with every other branch on a tree, Chip consider's himself more a thinker's Digimon, assessing the problems ahead and trying his best to work them out without having to sacrifice a potential fight. He gathers and picks up much of what passes before his eyes, and rarely forgets things, no matter how useless the information is. Maybe he just wants to crush some stuff sometimes. You just gotta let it happen or suffer a grumpy Plush-like Rookie Digimon.

Stage- Baby
Species: Zerimon
Attribute: None
Technique-
1: Acid bubbles

Stage- In-Training
Species: Gummymon
Attribute: None
Technique-
1: Double Bubble

Stage- Rookie
Species: Terriermon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
1: Terrier Tornado

Stage- Champion
Species: Gargomon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
1: Gargo Laser

Stage- Ultimate
Species: Rapidmon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
1: Miracle Missile

Stage- Mega
Species: Black Saint Galgomon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
1: Burst Shot

Other:

for all intents and purposes, this is what I'm working with

Digimon V3- A Mature, Character Based take on Digimon

twas the plan, but I'm fine with alterations if Cosmos is burning for it

Digimon V3- A Mature, Character Based take on Digimon

@tobiaxRip, I'll find another crest then no worries

Digimon V3- A Mature, Character Based take on Digimon

I actually.... Have a foot in frienship. I'm using the character from the older version of this RP. I could easily go Love though if you wanted Friendship

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

2:55 am
Rooftop Outside Aquarius Apartments, Bazaar Quarter, Poseidonis
They stopped, they were watching, and Static was watching them. He almost wished that he wasn't, but hero work didn't pay that way. Whoever this person was, they'd been watching what seemed like a single location, a building, for about two hours now. Static's movements were slow and careful, lining himself up behind the armored person to try and sneak a peek at whatever was going on at that building they were watching.

From his pockets he produced EM Binoculars. His own making, something he had been working on during his time being restless. Watching the stranger trough the binoculars, he trailed their direction forwards to a building. He couldn't hear much, but he could see the lights from a window. A little more movement from him to see better in let him know that it was a run of the mill party. This guy, lady, whoever they were, was looking to hit the shindig, it only made sense that way. But would could have been in there that would looked important enough to order a hitman on? Even if it was Atlantis, every city was the same.

He activated the electromagnetic filter on the scopes to see if he couldn't pick up anything strange going on in the party. Nothing out of the ordinary. Lights, sounds, music, but nothing crazy to warrant hired killers. Then again, there was never a good person to hire a hitman on.

"Alright." He muttered to himself. Slowly, he eased forward and tucked away the binoculars. Static was never the sneak and stab in the back kind of fighter. He'd rather them try and give up and walk out first before he starting hurling bolts at people.

The closer he got, the more he clenched his fists. Hopefully he could keep all this under the radar, away from the King. No need for someone as important as him to bust a little crime.

"Okay." He spoke again, louder this time as he approached the armored figure. "I'm new around here, but something tells me that dudes scoping out a party all night isn't a good sign. Wanna ditch the armor let the party party on?"

From his fingertips came little purple sparks, his eyes coated in the same electricity to avoid people recognizing him.

Lofty ideas from a guy who thinks too much - open for business

Final Attack Bump

Digimon V3- A Mature, Character Based take on Digimon

If Tamers can move on with a fact of three, so can we

Digimon V3- A Mature, Character Based take on Digimon

I’d love to try again

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

11:10 PM
The Domed City of Atlantis

He missed this.

It was a minor spat with Mal after he, Karen, and Bjorn went through Malcolm's things, but one that made things clear on what Mal wanted Virgil to know. Unfortunately, Mal should have known better. Virgil was on a trail, and this sort of behavior from both Mal and Karen was enough to let him know that something indeed was going on.

And of course, a new venue meant a new suit. He still worse the large, sleeveless cloak from his other costume, but this one was geared a little more towards crime fighting. Wrist bracers, padded gloves, leg padding hidden underneath his pants. It was a step up from his literal costume, but he might still go back to that if this one didn't work out.

"Look, Static, I don't know what you expect me to do." He could hear Richie's voice on the other end of his headset. "You're in the middle of the ocean and twenty thousand leagues under the sea, and my parents are starting to get weird about me dropping off every night to hero it up."

It was a bit of an issue, Virgil was going to admit, but just hearing his friend's voice brought Virgil a little peace.

Living in a domed city made it a little difficult to fly around. He needed to be careful of who saw him. Virgil wasn't quite familiar with the vigilante laws down here in Atlantis, but he was almost sure they were the same like back at home. If he played it wrong, this could result in him losing his spot at the school.

"There's something going on. You remember ol Watchdog, right? When that Kasamir kid got kidnapped by Shade? He's down here, so something has to be up."

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

february 7th 1:32PM

Lycus Hall,university of poseidonis, Atlantis

Anticipation welled inside of Virgil. There was an unstoppable feeling inside of him that would not let go. Just a minute of time out in the hall seemed like an eternity.

Even when the door behind him opened, the world slowed to a halt. Virgil fell back without any way to catch himself. Scrambling to his feet, he spun around and looked at Mal, smiling widely in an attempt to pacify Mal. Unfortunately, Bjorn was still around, so he couldn’t open the can all the way.

“Mal. Hey. Sorry. Really.” He bowed forward just a little, trying to keep things calm. “I’ve just been on edge, I wasn’t thinking straight when Karen busted in looking for something. I didn’t know if she was going to find you secret stash of.... well, man. Your stuff. I don’t know what gets you going and I don’t want Karen to know that either.”

Looking around, the scene of food filled his nose, Virgil was quick to find the bagels and give them you bjorn before shoving him away and locking the door behind him. “Mal, something is up. We all know it. I’m sorry, but I don’t know where Karen is in all this, but it ain’t right.”