Renny

Digimon: World of Stone

@Duthguy I saw the orange link and clicked it off of instinct <.<

It always amazes me when I bump into a Digimon I've never heard of. Dinobeemon looks like a total boss by the way.

@Otaku95 I was wondering if it was in your plans to create some sort of Discord. I'd hate for interest in the RP to die out due to a lack of interaction.

Digimon: World of Stone

@DuthguyI never thought about it like that. All I knew was that I bumped into this awesome legend arms Digimon lol.

Digimon: World of Stone

@Shiyonichi Haha, nah they're the same. One giveaway is the headphones. The other thing is, I know cause the guy's my Avatar and my SU character's FC. His name is Frey or Cyber, one of those. The masked version I'am using is just another iteration of him.

Digimon: World of Stone

@DuthguyI just had to try out the new Zubamon concept.

Digimon: World of Stone

@Shiyonichi Just wanted to point out that we had the same FC. And just about the same skeleton lol. May the best rich guy win.

Digimon: World of Stone

@Otaku95 I'm interested. If you'd have me I could get a SU up soon

Tamer CS

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"Step aside if you've got coldfeet. We need Tamers not kids!"

Name: Phase (段階) / Nowe Vice
Age: 15
Digivice color(s): Bone White / Pounded Gold

Personality: Phase carries an air of mystery about him, often appearing and vanishing at random or whenever the mood strikes. In truth, Phase, like many of the Tamers feels the weight of his position. He knows an entire World is on his shoulders and refuses to let it down. Due this intense sense of duty, he often comes off as harsh, bossy, and downright reckless. He has a tendency to become especially argumentative when it comes to females.

• Favorite Food: Corndogs
• Favorite Read: Masked Assassins of Justice Vol. IV
• Favorite Hobby: Playing the card game: Furious Phantasms
• Favorite Subject: English

Backstory: Phase or Nowe Vice is the only child of a dying political figure. Often alone, he dove headfirst into his games. When he caught wind from his friends about a world within the Internet, he brushed it aside and ignored the temptation. He found solace in his games and books, often losing his sense of self within the latter. Due to a childhood friend constantly clinging to him during balls, parties, and the like, he's found himself oddly protective over women. The night he was chosen by Yggdrasil, he had wept for his dying father.

Digimon CS

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"Phase! I'm the Twentiest! Now watch me shine!"

Base Form: Zubamon
Nickname: Auric (オーリック)
Attacks: 20 Dive - 20 Scratch
Digivolution Line: Sakumon--> Sakuttomon--> Zubamon--> Zubaeagermon--> Duramon--> Durandamon

Rebirth: Return of the Dragons!

@The One Forgive me. But it seems I've lost my muse for, Zyghin. I'm sorry but I'll be dropping this RP. I hope it makes it far on The Guild.

Monster hunter: Story of Cantarco village.

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Armend Kinora ⚔

Know your Limits...

Armend was beginning to grow frustrated, despite himself, his punches were only making light blows. He had used this technique on plenty of strong guys, most of them could block five, maybe six, but Cyrus was blocking the majority of them and with one arm at that. He was going to back up, regain wind or composure, whatever the hell it was that was slipping from him, when a mighty arm shook his brain and sent him flipping.

The moment he hit the ground and his vision was blurred, he knew he was done. It was one blow, he had told himself, shivering either from the shock or fear. He still wasn't sure. That one blow though, it was enough to make his jaws tremble, his brain bounce. It was all he could do to keep from blacking out.

After a second, he clamored to his knees and managed to look Cyrus in his eyes. "Alright... You win." He fell back onto his bottom and allowed himself the time to recover. His eyes were still bleary and it would only get worst if he moved too much, too soon. "Cyrus," he called out. "I completely fucked that up didn't I?" He chuckled.

Monster hunter: Story of Cantarco village.

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Armend Kinora ⚔

The Snake Hunter

Armend hadn't stumbled forward as so many saplings might have before him. No, not him, not the street brawling: Armend Kinora, he took three quick steps before starting into a confident walk. He circled the old man with a keen eye, taking in every detail he could, including the unavoidable stiffness that came with an injury. It was smart of him to gauge, Cyrus' initial reaction. It told him a wealthy amount about the man. His experiences, his dominant, if not favored hand. The small things that it took to win a fight.

The small things were always what mattered.

"I'm impressed," he said flatly, not a speck of satire in his voice. "However, the real fight starts now. Don't insult me with your kiddie moves. Else I'll tear them and you apart."

Again Armend fell into his stance. However, this time his arms moved an odd rhythm, one that sheltered an almost hypnotic effect. He felt that the inexperienced Clara would be surprised, if not completely dazzled by it. Armend had learned it from a passing showman one night, it took him three days to make it his own. When they stopped, the faint echo of their placement fell behind them. "I'll teach you the harsh reality of The Abandoned."

He rushed forward, skidding to a stop in front of the man, and quickly ushered in a barrage of close, open-palmed blows. Unless the man had been hiding some reserve of strength, which Armend was sure he was, those blows would be hard to ward off.

Monster hunter: Story of Cantarco village.

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Armend Kinora ⚔

The Taunt Moment

That moment was so unnatural; that passage of time between Cyrus'smile fading and being completely gone. Armend wasn't sure what had changed but suddenly, he felt heavy, almost drenched in anxiety. He needed to get serious too. Armend let out a cool breath to slow his heart and steady his shaking arms. No going back now, its all or nothing, he told himself.

He inched his foot forwards once, then twice. A pause came. Then he forced himself forwards with a might lunge. He stayed low to the ground, coming at Cyrus head-on, when he was mere feet away he cocked his left arm far back and aimed it for his chin. He knew this would be his winning victory, people often looked at his form and thought him scrawny. What they didn't know was that he was practically made of dense, lean muscle. This punch would pack a terrible bite.