tobiax

Digimon V3

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Virtue, a firm and habitual disposition to the good. Even in the Digital World, constructed of raw data though it may be, the concept of virtue has a hold. However, not even the digital is ideal. Consumed with pride, a lone Digimon, formerly an Angel-type, sought to posses the Digital World itself. For its insurrection, it was cast down to the Dark Area, whence there is no return.

Now, the Dark Area stirs, and the beasts within threaten to consume the light. Only the Crests of legend can protect the Digital World now...

Digimon: Digital Monsters- V3

The Flame of War Burn in the Digital World!

The citizens of the DIGITAL WORLD are helpless against the onslaught brought onto them by
seven waring camps. Unable to hold their own against powerful Ultimate Digimon, they cry for aide.
History repeats itself as rebellion rages. Who will come to answer the cries of the Digimon?

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Welcome! The aim of this RP will be, as implied above, a journey to the Digital World, wherein our characters seek out the Crests and vanquish a threat to the Digital World. However, it's not going to be as cut-and-dry as one might think at first. The goal here is to have flawed characters- ones who aren't the sparkling embodiment of the Crest which they eventually end up possessing. Quite the contrary, we are seeking characters who have to learn more about their aligned crest than others. The activation of the Crests should, ideally, be something that doesn't come easy, is a struggle for a character, and will take quite a bit of doing- not ideal at all in fact.
This way, we can create a dynamic, character driven roleplay, focused on interaction and development as well as adventure and action (if not moreso). Also, due to the more complex, mature way the story is being handled, characters will be older than they typically are in the Digimon anime, to differentiate a little, and so you don't feel like you have to pull any punches.

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Now, let's get down to the nitty-gritty, shall we? The aim is for there to be around seven characters maximum. I understand that we may not be able to keep that, but it would be ideal. Also, the RP will be taking place in a non-specific 90's-y time period.
Digivolution paths can be pretty much anything within reason, from Baby to Mega, with a possibility for DNA Digivolution, and potentially an enhanced Mega stage. The Digivolution paths you choose should at least be thematically similar, but aside from that, the ball is in your court. The Digivice that will be used will be the Digivice 01, pictured below:



This Digivice will have all its appropriate functions- meaning facilitating Digivolution, Care of Digimon, DNA Digivolution, and the reversal of such (Partition), and the transmission of messages between Digivices and Digimon in the Digital World. Crests will be used to facilitate Digivolution above Champion level, and will trigger when the human character exhibits a set of behavior which is represented by their Crest. As such, when a Crest activates is up to the GM's discretion, and not that of the players.

Character Sheet

Name:
Age: (Late teens, early 20's, but can be shifted for certain character concepts)
Crest:
Appearance: (No real photos, please)
Bio: (The actual important stuff to writing a character)

Digimon

Name: (If Applicable: a Nickname)
Personality: (For the most part, what are they like? Note if it changes per stage either in "other", here, or under the stage, wherever you feel most comfortable putting it.)

Stage- Baby
Species:
Attribute:
Technique- (Max 1)
1:

Stage- In-Training
Species:
Attribute:
Technique- (Max 1)
1:

Stage- Rookie
Species:
Attribute:
Technique- (Max 2, usually 1)
1:

Stage- Champion
Species:
Attribute:
Technique- (Max 3, typically 2)
1:

Stage- Ultimate
Species:
Attribute:
Technique- (Max 3)
1:

Stage- Mega
Species:
Attribute:
Technique- (Max 3)
1:
Other:

Other:

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If such things interest you, then please, enter in, and experience Digimon V3!

CURRENT ROSTER

Courage: @EnterTheHero (Co-GM)
Love: @tobiax (GM)
Hope: @Zelosse+@Stern Algorithm
Reliability:
Sincerity: @Double
Friendship: @Mistress Dizzy
Knowledge: @Loony
Kindness: @sassy1085

SUPPLEMENTARY CHARACTERS
TBD

LOCATIONS
TBD

Let the games begin...

Tales from the Spider-Verse: Spidroin [redux]

Fwpsh!

A single line caught the light as it streaked from some unseen alleyway and across the street. Seamlessly, the line adhered itself to a building, as a notorious figure vaulted into the air. The black and white streaked costume of Strand passed over the crowd like a banner. Bending his legs and back in an acrobatic fashion, the somewhat notorious vigilante arced over the crowded street. Releasing the line from his hand, the young man soared through the air, eventually landing upon a crushed car.
An eerie bolt of sensation crawled down his spine. This wasn't the usual sense of danger- though there was plenty here. In fact, it was probably more than he had ever felt. No, something about one of the figures caught his attention. Though through the smoke it was hard to see, a large, imposing man-like figure stood, taller and broader than Strand was himself. But it was not his menace that caused this feeling, and as much as he would have wanted to, he didn't have time to analyze it now. Instead, his face was set with a bright, confident smile.
The other figure he saw, who was being rather loud, was actually quite frightening. Before him was a hunched, bestial mockery of a human form, coated in green skin that seemed almost to be scaly. With the distortion from the heat of the fading flames racing along the ground, it was hard to tell much else about the creature- like whether or not it was wearing clothes. Could it possibly be a machine? Some form of special effect used for criminal mischief?
Strand raised his left arm, bracing it with his right, as he aligned the strange device he wore with the violent creature, "Listen, I know it's not fair. But everyone has to deal with parking meters expiring. Even me," remarked the masked figure, pressing a button on the device, "Why don't you hang around-"
Fwpsh! From the narrow, spindly barrel of the device, a fibrous, net like substance fired out, aimed to ensnare the violent green perpetrator.
"- and cool off."

Tales from the Spider-Verse: Spidroin [redux]

Scott allowed himself to settle into the crowd as best as he could. Professor Connors had since taken his leave, and the young man let out a sharp breath. Closing his eyes, he tried to tune out the crowd, preparing to focus on the speech to come.
The mayor's voice was distant- and not just because Scott wasn't in the front. He seemed distracted, emotional. It was understandable. The only one more worried than Mayor Osborne, it seemed was Scott himself. While the gravity of the event was not lost on him, he was more occupied with what invariably had to have happened to said events to transpire. Did someone know who he was?
It was about then when Norman coughed, snapping Scott back into the moment. He could feel that Marcus was there, as he expected, and his head was abuzz with several other signals. Admittedly, though, Scott wasn't paying much attention to that. Instead, his attention was supremely divided. One of the twinges was close, but in a strange direction. It seemed to pull at him. Slowly, Scott turned his head. His gaze eventually drifted upwards, where his power was pulling him. Though he was unable to see anyone, all his senses were telling someone was there, floating in the air somehow. Maybe one of them had gained the power to shoot webs and become invisible? It wasn't impossible, with how different, and close, each different reading felt.

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_{There was a void. Devoid of light, and sound, all that was there was warmth. A warmth that told the thought within the void that it was not yet time; life before life.}

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Scott idly scratched his left shoulder as the speech was beginning to wind down. He found the offer for lunch quite generous, and considered how he could definitely go for some lunch. At that moment, however, time seemed to slow. The sense of immanent threat that made his stomach sink emanating from behind the stage.
Scott was already reacting, looking into the sky, before the smoke began to rise. As the shockwave reached them, he felt the ground rumble. Moreover, he felt as though his muscles were being pulled inward, overwhelmed by the sensation each of the other signals- the other people- were getting. One... no, two were already on the move- one was Marcus, he could tell. The other was shorter, and seemed to be a girl.
Getting an idea, Scott attempted to reach out with his power- to try to contact the fellow spiders, 'Don't panic. You're not alone.'
Strangely for Scott, time seemed to slow in that moment. No doubt, it was also doing so for those he had attempted to contact- the other with spider-powers.

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As those in the crowd began to see the smoke, and invariably panic, some of the police officers began to wave batons in the air, directing them towards the tent where the lunch was being prepared.
"Everyone! This way! Please enter the shelter in a calm and orderly fashion."

BIONICLE: Spirits of Kongero Nui

@Jove While the boarders are color-coordinated, I don't know if I have the original file anymore.

BIONICLE: Spirits of Kongero Nui

@Jove It's where they get to see the Red Star pass by, once a year. It's also the anniversary of the Exodus. I'm sure you can figure it out from there.

BIONICLE: Spirits of Kongero Nui

^{Bo-Congro. Late Afternoon. Same Day.}

The setting sun filtered through the leaves as a single Matoran made a trek through the Green. He was nearing Le-Congro, that much he could tell, because the air was getting warmer, wetter, heavier. To be honest, he preferred the more brisk mountain air near his home to the humid, thicker air around Ga-Congro and Le-Congro. His crystal blue eyes shifted about, casting their faint light towards the trunks and low hanging branches. He was after one specific tree in particular. Unfortunately, he had to pass very close to a Brakas bed to get there. There was something unnerving about the Brakas. Maybe it was the way they moved, or how they almost looked like a Matoran, but not quite. Perhaps it was the stories he heard, how they had terrible tempers and could fall into fierce howling fits. Whatever the reason, Hura felt a chill amongst his armor, despite the muggy air near the undergrowth.

,,,Hi? I think.

Welcome to Guild! I also have social anxiety. It's not that bad, but my social skills tank, so I know the feel.

BIONICLE: Spirits of Kongero Nui

^{Kongero Nui}

^{1,300 AE, Two Days Until Red Star Festival, Late Afternoon}

The thrum of mechanicals running down and around the great concourse around the City Center droned on as the sun began its slow journey towards night. Atop the tower of stone, to which all looked for leadership, a single figure emerged. Unnoticed by the Matoran below, the one in dull red armor reached out, grasping what seemed to be a tube like device, and lifting it toward the mask he wore.

"Greetings to all- friends, brothers, sisters," a stately voice came from various points across the city, in homes through small radio boxes, and out into the streets from electronic horns of sound, "This is Turaga Kalu of Ta-Congro, Leader of the Great Exodus. I would like to begin by reminding you all that the Red Star Festival is only two days away," Kalu paused, allowing those hearing him to react, "Preparations have already begun, and it is with great excitement that I bring you the official location of viewing place for this year," another pause, and the sound of shifting as the Turaga drew a sealed note from his person and opened it, "The place in our Great City with the honor of hosting the ceremonial viewing of the Red Star is- Fe Congro!"

^{Ko-Congro, Same Day}

Within a chilled office in a large storage facility, full of various crates being loaded and unloaded, stacked and unstacked by Ko-Matoran, a small radio crackled out this message amidst the static, causing great distress to the room's singular occupant.
"Valmai," the figure spat, the bile in his voice palpable, "The Festival was supposed to be in Ko-Congro this year."
An aged fist slammed against a round desk, scattering small cog like widgets and notations on stone and paper alike scattering. The same hand placed itself ponderingly upon a ridged, vent like side of the white mask he wore, while the other gripped a silvery staff whose bottom arced and curved, ending almost like a hammer, but showing evidence of the inner curve being used to pry objects open.
"And who decided Kalu could run his hands through Vo-Congro anyway?" he fumed.
The imposing Turaga Talur stood, shoulders haunched forward, letting out a huff of disgust.

BIONICLE: Spirits of Kongero Nui

Minor update to the original post, listing the element names with the Matoran abilities and color schemes.

a re-introduction of sorts

Welcome back!