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phoenixianCrystallist Crew
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 Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 10:02 pm
((Wheeee, several months late for this! >w< ))Fate's ChainName: Cassandra (Cassie for short, she'll hit you if you call her Sandra) Gender: Female Age: 18 Race: Human Hometown: Basil Occupation: Waitress at a local pub Appearance:Height: 5'1"
Weight: 97lbs
Body Type: Tiny, like a dancer, can be mistaken for a boy except for her hair
Skin type: Rich, creamy mocha
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Fairly long, pulled back into two tails at the nape of her neck that trail halfway down her back, and chin-length bangs held out of her face by white ribbons
Clothing: White and tawny gold bodice over an ankle-length dusky green skirt and tanned leather flat-soled shoes. When not working in the tavern, typically wears a hip-length tawny brown tunic and dark chocolate-brown leggings with calf-high black leather boots. Theme Song(s):Significant Trait: Perky Quotes: "Hey, take that outside or no more beer!"
"I baked cookies! Who wants some?!"
"What happens if you poke it?"
"I think I'll call him Fred!" Good/Evil/Other: Good Element: Lightning/Thunder Weapon: Naginata Strengths: Stubborn, good at learning how to manipulate people, nimble, fast, agile, stronger than she looks Weaknesses: Too trusting, airhead, short temper, pineapples (will do pretty much anything for pineapple) Personality: Cassie can pretty much be figured out just by watching her for five minutes. She's stubborn, a bit of a bimbo, slightly temperamental, and loves figuring out what makes people tick. She's a good-natured kid, but because she pretty much grew up at the pub her parents run, she matured pretty quickly. She's more of an adult than she lets on, but she enjoys making people think she's just some dumb kid. Likes: PINEAPPLES (no, seriously, it gets pretty sad), animals, people who smile a lot, learning about others, pretending she's more idiotic than she really is Dislikes: Cucumbers (claims she's allergic), bugs, grumps, morons, and assholes Fears: Getting left behind Family: Jen (mother), Carl (father), Mari, Sandi, Shelli (sisters, all older), Mike (little brother) Bio: Cassie was born in the merchant district of Basil. She was practically delivered in the common room of her parent's pub, the White Unicorn. She's such a common fixture there that the customers rarely even think to make passes at her since most of them watched her grow up. The ones that do make passes tend to get beaten up by the bouncer, Mo, and at least fifteen of the regulars. For the most part Cassie led a simple life, but has secretly always cherished a dream that she would one day be able to travel the world... Sample Post: Quote: Cassie tugged a little at the lacings of her bodice as she wove through the tables of her paren't pub. The White Unicorn was crowded tonight, and as such it was getting kind of stuffy in there. "Another ale, Yorik? You're gonna get a beer belly if you keep this up!" she said, seeing an empty mug being held up by a man with mournful eyes. "I know, Cassie, but with my wife..." Yorik said, his voice trailing off. Cassie blew a gusty sigh and took the mug from his hands. "It's one thing to get drunk for about a month or so, but Yorik, she's been gone for a few years now. D'you really think she'd be happy with you coming here and drinking yourself stupid every night?""Probably not. But she'd want me to make sure your Ma, Pa, and sibs were doin' okay. And you, too." Cassie sighed again, but with a smile this time as she went to go refill Yorik's ale. "Alas, poor Yorik," Cassie's mother, Jen, sighed as she filled the mug from the third tap. "Tabby was a wonderful woman, but she'd smack him so hard if she were still around. He needs to find something to keep his mind off of her." ~*~*~*~ (See? It's separate! n_n) ~*~*~*~ Choosen Dragoon's Name: Cassandra
Dragoon Name: Violet Dragoon
Dragoon Element: Lightning/Thunder
Dragoon Description/Picture: No matter what outfit she is wearing, Cassie's Dragoon Armor will always be a violet cuirass, with spaulders extending slightly past her natural shoulder width that curve slightly upward. Her thighs are protected by chausses over violet padding to prevent chaffing, and violet knee-high sabatons that taper to a point (see example A). On her arms are violet armored gauntlets covering up to her elbows. The Dragoon wings extend from the shoulder-blade area of the cuirass, and are a deep violet with transparent pale gold "membrane." The armor is crowned with a violet tiara studded with emeralds.
Dragoon Abilities:
Thunderstorm - Bolts of lightning strike the battlefield repeatedly, striking multiple enemies if more than one is available.
Bolt Lance - Naginata becomes charged with thunder/lightning. Cassie rapidly attacks a single enemy for multiple hits, and finishes by leaping high into the air, then slamming down with the naginata, impaling the ground and sending a shockwave of electricity out around her.
Voltage - Cassie raises the blade of her naginata high above her head as thunder strikes all around her. Three bolts charge the blade of her weapon, which she uses to impale an enemy on the tip. She raises the enemy on the end of the naginata as high as she can, where it's struck by several more bolts of lightning.
Violet Dragon - Cassie summons the Violet Dragon, who gathers a ball of lightning in it's mouth, and blasts it at a single enemy in a lazer-like bolt.
Before you are approved, answer these questions:
Why would this character be chosen by this dragoon?
Cassie is a spunky, strong-willed girl with an ultimately good heart. She's got attitude, and an affinity with the Thunder element that's uncanny.
What would your character do with this power?
"Save the world, duh!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 8:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 6:18 pm
Shining JewelName:Sarphire Gender:Female Age: 120 years old (Appears about 20) Race: Jumi Hometown: Etansel Status: Guardian Appearance: SarphireHeight: 5'2"
Weight:110lbs
Body Type: Tiny
Skin type: Pale
Eye Color: Sapphire Blue
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Wore down, her hair going down to her lower back. She wears a blue hair ban
Core type:Blue Sapphire
Clothing:Sarphire wears a dark blue sleeveless dress that goes just above her knees. She wears a white belt around the waist of her dress. Sarphire also has a white sleeveless jacket that she uses to either cover her core on her chest or put the fabric of her jacket to make it look like a decorative piece of her clothing. She also has a blue sash that she carries over her arms. Sarphire wears a couple of blue bracelets on her wrists. She also has a pair of long blue boots that have a wing on each ankle. Theme Song(s):Significant Trait: Curious and Naive Quotes: "Maybe one day, I will find my knight, and we shall travel the world together."
"Don't worry. I'll protect you."
"Please, don't get yourself killed because of me. Let us fight together." Good/Evil/Other: Good Weapon: Bow and Arrow Instrument(s):Flute, Hand held Harp, violin Special Attacks: Trueshot: Sarphire fires an empowered arrow at the enemy.
Magic Attacks:
Rushing Heart:A water spell fired at a line pattern is summoned by Sarphire's harp
True Heart:Sarphire uses her violin to create an earth quake to erupt in front of her in the pattern of a fan.
Pure Heart:With the aid of her flute, a circle of light surrounds Sarphire, to help her take out the enemies.
Strengths: Range fighting, strong with magic Weaknesses:No close range melee fighting or defense Personality: Sarphire is very kind to those around her, and will do whatever she can to help them. Wither it be a guardian, knight or human. She dreams of one day traveling outside of her home and seeing the world. She refuses to let her knight fight without her. She believes that the two of them to work together rather than her knight dieing to protect her. She is a hopeless romantic when it comes to stories of guardians and knights falling in love and dying for one another. She dreams of one day of having a knight that she could love in the same way. Likes: Romance stories, helping others Dislikes: Being forced to stay behind Fears: Unable to help her knight Family:Pet Rabite called Belle Bio: Sarphire has lived all her life within the walls of the capitol city of the Jumi. Still without a knight to call her own, she has yet to go outside and see the world beyond. She hopes one day to find her knight, so she can travel. Until that day comes, she lives within the city with her Rabite, Belle. Sample Post:Sarphire sat near the main gates of the Jumi city, with Belle sitting on her lap. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She longed to see what was outside of the city. She wished to know what it was like to travel outside those walls. What did they see when they traveled? And what brought them here of all places?
So many things went through her mind as she continued to stroke Belle's fur. Despite her thoughts, she knew that one day her time would come to journey and help others as she traveled the world.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 8:54 pm
Well since apparently I'm a mod for Etansel's Tears now (thanks, Kuro rolleyes ), I approve Sarphire. n_n Now I just need to finish my own profiles >.>
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phoenixianCrystallist Crew
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 10:12 pm
Sarphire is approved by me as well, will post the profile.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 10:44 pm
Shining Jewel  Name: Lady Blackpearl Gender: Female Age: Over 2000 years, she refuses to state her true age Race: Jumi Hometown: Etansel Status: Knight Occupation: Appearance: Height: 5'7"
Weight: 135lbs
Body Type: Womanly, yet muscular
Skin type: Fair
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Style: Long, tied back in a tail for battle
Clothing: See picture
Core (if Jumi): Black pearl Theme Song(s): Significant Trait: Logical Quotes: "What do you think you are doing?"
"The suffering of others must not be ignored!"
"(Florina) is the symbol of the Jumi. She is the embodiment of hope."
"I cannot betray my comrades." Good/Evil/Other: Good Weapon: Shell Hammer Instrument(s): None Special Attacks: Skullsplitter (Requirements: Whirl, Jump)- Blackpearl spins in a circle, smashing anything within the radius of her hammer, then leaps into the air and slams the hammer's head down on a single opponent
Double Impact (Requirements: Somersault, Moonsault)- Blackpearl dives into a roll towards a single opponent, emerging with a mighty upward swing of her hammer, knocking her opponent into the air. She then leaps high and does a backwards somersault mid-air and lands behind her opponent, smashing it with her hammer.
Rising Crush (Requirements: Crouch)- Blackpearl crouches down before an enemy, then erupts with a mightly upward blow of her hammer, knocking her opponent into the air.
Ground Zero (Requirements: High-jump)- Blackpearl leaps as high into the air as she can, and slams herself back to the ground with a mighty blow of her hammer, creating a shockwave in a massive radius around her, knocking her opponents off of their feet and potentially causing cracks in the ground surrounding her. If in a cave or cavern system, or indoors, has the potential to cause rubble to rain down around her as well. Magic Attacks: Strengths: Logic; decision-making; physical attack, strength, endurance, and defense Weaknesses: Magical attack, strenght, and defense; displays of emotion; speed Personality: Lady Blackpearl is a very level-headed woman. She puts the good of her people before all else, and will not allow her emotions to get in the way of her duty. Above all she is devoted to Florina, the current Clarius of the Jumi race. Though Blackpearl is kind and caring, she shows her love for others in a harsh manner, quite thoroughly the embodiment of "tough love." Likes: Seeing the people around her well cared for and happy, children, Florina Dislikes: Traitors, seeing others suffer Fears: Failing to protect those she cares about Family: None Bio: A Jumi knight who devotes herself to leading the Jumi through the threat of extinction. A very logical and level-headed individual. Sample Post Blackpearl paced the confines of her room, her thoughts a cacaphonous jumble that would not allow her to sit still. Florina was growing weaker with each passing day, though she admirably fought to appear strong, and whole. The Jumi people were becoming scared, and Blackpearl had no way to reassure them that there was nothing to be worried about. Her footsteps echoed with each lap she made about her room. The rhythmic clack, clack, clack that normally allowed her to keep the turmoil in her mind in check only served to get on her nerves, yet she could not stop pacing. With a frustrated growl, Blackpearl snatched up her hammer and headed to the training grounds, hoping to take out some of her restlessness there. **************** Shining Jewel  Name: Amy Gender: Female Age: 105 (roughly late teens to early twenties in human years) Race: Jumi Hometown: Etansel Status: Knight Occupation: Appearance: Height: 4'9"
Weight: 124lbs
Body Type: Stocky, muscular
Skin type: Fairly tan
Eye Color: Violet
Hair Color: Violet
Hair Style: Straight-cut jaw length with bangs
Core type: Amethyst
Clothing: See picture Theme Song(s): Significant Trait: Stable Quotes: "Don't worry."
"You know I'll always be here for you."
"I'll be damned if I don't at least try." Good/Evil/Other: Good Weapon: Claymore (2H Sword) Instrument(s): Travel harp, reed flute Special Attacks: Impulse (Requirement: High-jump)- Amy will leap high into the air, and slam down with sheer brute force, impaling her claymore into the ground and causing a shockwave to radiate and trip up her opponents. Has the potential to shake some debris loose if in a cave or building
Rain of Blood (Requirements: Toss, Double-jump)- Amy will grab a single opponent and throw it into the air, then jump to execute a mightly upward slash, knocking her opponent higher. She will then perform a second mid-air leap to smash her opponent into the ground at the apex of her throw.
Windslasher (Requirement: Spin)- Amy spins in a complete circle, her claymore stretching out from her and slashing at anything within the diameter formed by the blade.
Beautiful Three (Requirements: Tackle, Back-flip, lunge)- Amy will tackle her opponent into the ground, beating at them with either the flat or edge of her blade. She then performs a back-flip, kicking her opponent in the process, then lunges forward with her claymore leading to impale her opponent Magic Attacks:Name:
Gust of Wind Dance:(Random Fire) Miniature twisters spout in random intervals, quite visible by the razor-like edges of the wind - Reed Flute
Stalagmite:(Line Fire) A row of stalagmites erupts from the ground, knocking around and potentially impaling anything in their path - Travel Harp Strengths: Physical strength and defense, dexterity, agility, quick thinking; alcohol tolerance Weaknesses: Magical defense, low concentration, narrow field of focus Personality: Amy is calm and kind, always willing to lend a helping hand. Though she is a proud warrior, she would have made an excellent guardian thanks to her sweet personality. Amy is also very reliable, a pillar of strength and sanity in any situation. She smiles easily, and her laughter is free, though her quiet demeanor hints at a hidden sadness. Likes: Making friends, helping others, seeing people happy Dislikes: Jerks, lazy people, liars, spicey foods Fears: Seeing someone she cares about get hurt Family: Mother, Quartz Guardian Quiana; Father, Tanzanite Knight Zander; Sister, Opal Guardian Pali Bio: Amy has recently been assigned the title of Knight, and still seeks a Guardian partner. She was born and raised in Etansel, her whole life spent in the confines of the city without ever seeing anything of the outside world. Sample Post Amy sat quietly in a corner of one of the bars of the lower city. She listened as a group of young Jumi chattered away, joking with each other and calling each other affectionately insulting names. She smiled as she sipped from her drink, listening to the light-hearted banter.
For a wonder, she was alone right now. Normally she would be spending time with her peers, or training with the up-and-coming knights. But right now she just needed to be around people who were smiling, talking, and having fun. People were getting incredibly serious lately, and it was starting to wear her down. Fortunately, this particular bar not only catered to the younger Jumi who weren't quite allowed to touch stronger drinks yet, but it always had a warm, welcoming atmosphere that encouraged people to smile and enjoy themselves. ****** Shining Jewel Name: Elazul Gender: Male Age: 80 (rough equivalent to late teens in human years) Race: Jumi Hometown: Etansel Status: Knight Occupation: Appearance: Height: 5'6"
Weight: 175lbs
Body Type: Athletic, well-muscled
Skin type: Slightly dark tan
Eye Color sad If Jumi, should be the same color as core) Blue with gold flecks
Hair Color: Black with bluish-green highlights
Hair Style: Jaw length, covering right half of his face
Core type: Lapis Lazuli
Clothing: See picture Theme Song(s): Significant Trait: Protective Quotes: "I will save her."
"I won't leave you alone until we bring her back. I promise!"
"You mustn't.... No. I would be grateful."
"Right now you should just stay safe by my side." Good/Evil/Other: Good Weapon: Broadsword Instrument(s): Shephard's pipe Special Attacks: Iai Strike (Requirements: Lunge)- Elazul temporarily sheathes his sword, and lunges forward as he re-draws the blade, using the energy from the draw to slash at a single opponent, sending them flying backwards.
Laser Blade (Requirements: None, self-created technique)- Elazul charges the blade of his sword with energy, then swings the charged blade in an over-hand slash. The energy shoots out from the blade during the slash and deals slight elemental damage as well as physical damage to the opponent.
Cutting Pine (Requirements: High-jump)- Elazul smashes his opponent into the air, then jumps as high as possible and performs a powerful cutting slash at the apex of his opponent's flight.
Bird of Prey (Requirements: Moonsault)- Elazul rapidly slashes at his opponent, momentarily stunning them. He then flips into the air in a backwards mid-air somersault to land behind his opponent, and performs a powerful downward slice at their exposed back. Magic Attacks:
Sinkhole:(Donut Fire) The earth surrounding the caster dissolves into quicksand-like goo, sucking opponents in before hardening again and trapping anything caught in the spell. Strengths: Physical attacks, physical defense, speed, agility, relilience Weaknesses: Magical defense, teamwork, group battles Personality: Elazul is the kind of person who strives to prove himself to others. Prove himself better, prove himself equal, it doesn't matter. He is also very protective of anyone he cares about, and anything he feels strongly about. Elazul is usually gruff and hard to deal with, but he truly does care about others. Likes: Proving himself, physical activities Dislikes: People who talk to much Fears: Failing Family: Canonically unknown Bio: Elazul is the youngest of the Jumi. He is headstrong and proud, though determined to keep his people from fading from the world. Sample Post Elazul strode purposefully down a busy street, though he didn't really have any goal in mind. He'd been restless lately, sensing something amiss that no one wanted to tell him about. He knew he was the youngest of the Jumi, and he knew the others did not necessarily want to frighten him, but he felt he was old enough that people could stop pretending he was stupid.
He passed by several groups of people huddled together and chattering anxiously, as if the world was going to end in the next five minutes and they had to get their gossip out right now, thank you. He really didn't understand what all the fuss was about. So only one person could cry now, so what? It wasn't like there was anything happening that required everyone in the city to be able to bawl their eyes out on command. Personally, he thought everyone was over-reacting.
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phoenixianCrystallist Crew
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 10:55 pm
I approve of Blackpearl, Elazul, and Amy, welcome aboard.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 2:26 am
Digimon : Earnest Wind
Tamer and Digimon Application TAMER Name: Saeran Alias: Sei Age: 25 Gender: Male Dexterity: Right-handed Crest Affinity: Sincerity Digivice Color: Purple Appearance: Height: 6'0"/182cm Weight: 140lbs/63.5kg Body type: Thin Skin type: Fair, White Eyes: Brown w/ a subtle ring of green on the inner and outer edges of the iris Hair: Short Dark Brown, styled back in a dishelved fashion Clothing: Tight trimmed and often monochrome with a splash of red or purple in accessories or undershirts. Unusual Marks: Small, almost unnoticable scar at the corner of the right eye. Backpack: Messenger Bag Computer Certification Textbook
Handheld Game System
Work Related Name-tag
Leather Gloves
Mechanical Pencils
Grounding Wristband Digivice Storage: Equipment List: Personality: Searan(AKA: Sei) is the kind of individual most people just hate to love. An odd term to use, but accurate. Blunt to most, Sei is known for his cruel honesty and tact of a nuclear bomb when allowed the social opportunity to express himself freely. While he is caring for those around him, he often expresses this care in a way unpalatable to the more sensitive of his friends and colleagues. He has a dislike for masks and fake personas dawned by people around him in order to "save face" and hide their true intentions. Sugar coated words and not-so-subtle underhanded compliments used to cover up the spur of an individuals true feelings or ill-intent do not easily slip pasts Sei unnoticed. At his best, Sei can be a trustworthy companion who one can always count on to be there as the unadulterated word of reason to set one on the right path. At his worst, Sei can be a soul-crushing, venomous adversary that will obliterate one's ego and status until all that remains of the mask once worn is a crumbling pile of ash burned by the fires of his disgust for your transgressions. Strengths: Observant, Clever, Resourceful Flaws: Blunt, Unforgiving, Overkill Likes: Sweet Things, The Supernatural/Magic, Electronics, Literature, Seclusion Dislikes: Spicy Things, Overly-Religious Types, Hypocrisy Fears: Rejection, Centipedes, Needles Significant Trait: Brutally Sincere Quotes: "Do you want the honest answer, or the polite one?"
"Ahahahaha! That's cute. I'm going to enjoy crushing that delusion of yours."
"Trust me, I'm your friend. I wouldn't say these things to hurt you." Theme Songs: Technovision by Kanako Ito from Steins;Gate
Runaway Machine by yucat from Mind = 0
Artificial Sky(shape memory effect) by (various composers) from Armored Core 3: Silent Line Background: "Alright, see ya tomorrow!" Sei yelled over his shoulder as he threw his cashier's apron over his shoulder and walked out of the community convenience store with a wave and a smile. His manager waved back and the door between them was left to close with a click and a synthesized ring from an electronic bell. The young man held up his smile as he passed various customers passing him in on the moon-lit sidewalk, but the moment he was free of their gaze, an observe would think a different person took over his body and transformed the cheerful man into an exhausted old man. His shoulders slumped forward and his face fell into an exhausted, exasperated sigh. He rolled his shoulders and popped a muscle in his back as he walked off the sidewalk and through the grass, crossing into a back street of an older neighborhood filled with various houses of different shapes and material. His stroll through the dark empty streets at night were dotted with the barks of dogs in windows observing his procession, the unintelligible words of a TV by the open window playing a talk show of some sort, and the call of an owl that sang from the treetops. He turned suddenly, walking up a driveway, passing through the backyard of a seemingly random house and crossed over into another yard following a wooden fence lines by evergreens. As he reached the end of the fence, the large pit bull chained by a dog house in the middle of the open sea of grass sprinkled with random objects like a tire and a bathtub used for growing various flowerbeds spoke up in alarm and objection, but Sei paid him no mind from his place next to the fence, safely far beyond the length of the dog's chain. "Stupid mutt," he muttered under his breath as he turned the corner and was again on the pavement of a driveway running up to a small, single story red-brick duplex. He cut through the grass again at the end of the pavement, ignoring the cement walkway up to the door, removing a key from his belt loop and inserting it into the door. Carefully, he opened the door with a small squeak and stepped inside. "I'm home," he whispered, but no one was there to greet him. Just the dark hallway leading from the kitchen to his bedroom. His parents, having normal lives lived at normal hours were long since asleep. The time on the kitchen clock read 5:30 AM, and was the sole source of light as he closed the front door and shut out the streetlights outside. The boy entered his room, shutting his door with the handle turned, avoiding the loud snap from the locking mechanism placing itself forcefully into the door frame. He dropped his bag by his feet while he flopped into the office chair in front of his desk and subsequent computer. His uniform shirt came off lazily and flopped onto his bed, the boy simply closing his eyes and silently wishing he could swiftly drift into sleep right there, but instead of dreams, his mind reeled, plagued by memories of that day's work. He could hear his manager's voice in his head complaining about one thing or another. He could see the disgruntled faces of customers who came in with nothing more than the intent to berate him with insults and push the stress of their lives on him. He could see them in his memories, and he would see them tomorrow, and again the day after. After all, this was his job. Given his history, most people never would have expected to find Sei working for a convenience store- after all, he was an intellectual and an accomplished computer technician with education that would make even some professors jealous. But, life was never that fair, and something had to go wrong. The state of the business market made very little room for the young man. Countless application and numerous interviews all resulted the same way, "We went with another applicant." So, here he was. A college graduate with a degree hung on the wall above his head by his ever-disillusioned parents slumped in his chair after getting home from a dead-end career as a sales associate making minimum wage. He could feel exhaustion tugging at him, plunging him deeper into his nightmarish thoughts. He ignored the flickering from his monitor. Ignored the static ringing in his ears. Then, everything went white. --------------------------------- DIGIMON  Name: Fufumon Alias/Nickname: Cthaat Age: 0 Gender: Male Attribute: N/A Fresh: Fufumon Appearance: Techs: Bubble Blow [Frothy Spit] Passives: Digivolution History: Fufumon -> ____ Personality: Still In Development... Strengths: Innocent, Optimistic Flaws: Naive, Impressionable Likes: Warm Things, Hugs, Smiles Dislikes: Yelling, Cold, Frowns Fears: Dark Significant Trait: Youthful Innocence Quotes: "I wanna give you a hug!"
"Smiles mean the world is just a little bit brighter."
"Don't yell, small voices get us just as far." Theme Songs Cthaat's Favorite Songs: Caramelldansen by Supergott
Levan Polka ft. Hatsune Miku
Melt by Supercell ft. Gazelle OUR STORY Begins...
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:28 am
Saeran and Cthaat are approved!
*stamps Rhiko's forehead with a giant red stamp*
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 4:19 am
Digimon : Earnest Wind
Tamer and Digimon Application  TAMER Name: Kyla Alias: Kai Age: 25 Gender:Female Dexterity: right-handed Crest Affinity: Hope Digivice Color:Lavender Appearance: Kyla is what is described in the east as a Mori or Hama girl, but where she's from she's just your typical lower middle class girl who lives on the edge of a boreal rainforest and the ocean.Therefore materials are chosen accordingly. As an artist she does try to make herself stand out at least with what's both practical and to her taste. Some of the articles on her person are home made, and her attire is- while more feminine in comparison to her younger years, it is still very easy to move around in. Height: 5’6 Weight: 130pnds Body type: Hour Glass Skin type: Medium warm Tan Eyes:Dark Brown Hair: Dark brown, long with a curled wave. A bit unruly and tangled looking. Clothing: Layered, a patchwork of natural materials in colors of dark and light green, grays, some black with accents of lavender with white lace. She has a feather around her neck, and two smaller ones as matching earrings. Unusual Marks: A small scar on her right hand along her thumb joint and a semi soft spot on the top of her head. Backback: Side Laptop Satchel
Sketchbook
Pencils (Colored & Mechanical)
Iron Pills
USB
Student ID
“Feminine things”
MP3 (iphone)
Tea pouch packet
A bag of homemade lavender & Mint Tea
Nail Clipper: Wenger
Equipment List:
Personality: At first glance Kai can be very introverted when in public or on the street. It is only when she’s in her element does her warmer personality come out- and BOY does it come out! She likes to be helpful and supportive to her classmates. Some describe her to be a bit of an overachiever, approaching her work with the enthusiasm of a passionate artist and the desperation of someone going to battle.
She may love her work, but she always takes it almost too seriously, expecting too much from herself sometimes. Kai lets people close, feeling she must take extra care with others, but not... too close. Kyla approaches life today with the wide eyed awe of a child who’s been let out of a darkroom, and it shows. Simultaneously friendly and reserved, Kai’s learning to embrace a new found freedom with the ingrained reservations of survival instinct.
Strengths: Intelligent, resilient if not stubborn, optimistic, Kind, Aware, empathetic, passionate.
Flaws: Sensitive, introspective to the point of secrecy, clumsy ( and not in the cute way!)Lonely, Obsessive, Dark, Naïve, Withdrawn.
Likes: The look, feel and smell of the ocean. Drawing and reading. Climbing. Pets. Stargazing.
Dislikes: Extremists, Spaghetti, getting her hands in rotten/”crappy” stuff…(bit of a neat freak, OCD), Overly Patriotic people.
Fears: The Dark, Exclusion, Uselessness.
Significant Trait: Creatively Tentative
Quotes:
“I can’t stop, not until there’s not a second left…sometimes not even then.”
“It’s ok, I can handle it- just give me a moment.”
“Character, like a photograph... Develops in the darkness.”
” Don’t worry about me.”
Theme Songs:
“Blinding” - Florence + The Machine
“Release My soul” –Guilty Crown
“Tori no Uta”- Air TV
"In This Serenity" – Xenosaga Animation
“Hane” – Air TV
Background: 
She was spent!
It was the 3rd day of a grueling all-nighter grind. She wanted to be finished her essay so she could go to the beach. Doing this was nothing new to Kyla, she always put extra work into her studies, trying to keep her GPA at an exceptional level so she could pursue her real goals in the future. If someone told her thought she was capable of grade excellence like this back in high school she would have called that person crazy.
It was her first year of university, and in striking contrast to all the horror stories she’d been fed about how disillusioning and crushing it could be- despite the level of emotionally crippling work, she experienced just as much uplifting elation in her new surroundings. She took to her work like a fish to water, and to her amazement, she took everyone with her. This new found welcoming feeling, the sensation of really feeling you found what you were meant to do- the acknowledgment of her talents- it outweighed any trials she had to endure.
That’s what made her snap back to reality, with a piece of paper stuck to her face. It drifted to the floor off one side of her desk were her cintiq relit from the sudden movement. Dante stirred beside her, and her two cats looked at her- the girl smiled in embarrassment and apologizes to them, rubbing Dante behind his ear. Peeling the essay from her face she had no doubt a smudge of ink would be on her face.
She stood up, stretched, and decided at 4 am she’d go get some tea-
After pouring her pot, and leaving it to simmer, she stepped outside onto her balcony. Neck craned upwards to look at the moon still bright above her head. She sighs and leans forward onto the railing, her ear buds in playing her favorite soundtrack as she looked across the street to the houses littered with the occasional empty space were a neighbors structure used to be.
Every house was being bought up-
Soon… they’d be no different. They’d have to move again. Such was the life of the under privileged, they had no choice but to make way for the millionaire families coming in, who had no intension of sharing the space with them. Just as quickly as she thought, felt that- she felt bad. Nothing was so simple. Still.. she grimaced at the large lot paved over were two beautiful lilac trees used to grow.. And reassured her vow- someday... She’d find a place to call home.
Someplace no one could take from her, a land, a space only she could protect.
“Tea should be ready…” she spoke to no one in particular and turned about when she thought something twinkled above her eye. Being the observant one she was Kyla jerked back to look. In the span of time it took for her to think- ‘A shooting star-?‘ that light seemed to drop out of the sky in a single blink- a flash of light so bright, she only had a moment to cry out for anyone- when she saw no more…
DIGIMON 
Name: Metal Koromon
Alias/Nickname:Mouse or Tini
Age:
Gender: Male
Attribute:
Fresh: Metal Koromon
Appearance: A small metal creature, round with a frayed wire for a tail and beady little read eyes. Kyla called him ‘mouse’ because he reminds her of her old broken computer mouse. Metal Koromon is a micro Machine Digimon whose red eyes are really photo detectors. His hopping body is lovely to behold, but because his installed simple program relies on him to move only when there's bright light around him, when his surroundings become dark, he'll stop moving. When he's in a good mood, electricity is discharged from the tip of his tail, but why he does this is a mystery.
Techs:
Bubble Blow [Frothy Spit]
Power Blow akak “Jamming Powder” With this attack, he discharges particles of iron that temporarily jams up the enemy's AI (Artificial Intelligence). While the enemy is in a confused state after being subjected to this attack, MetalKoromon escapes.
Passives:
Digivolution History:
MetalKoromom>
Personality:
[ Yet to be discovered ]
Strengths: Patient, Encouraging, Adept.(Character)
Flaws: Attached, Artless, Gullible
Likes: Being Carried, Someone humming, Games, light & sunshine.
Dislikes: Too much darkness, or Spastic light. Loud noises.
Fears: Trapped in darkness… he won’t be able to move.
Significant Trait: Friendly Adventurer
Quotes:
“I like it when you hold me close, I can hear your humming move through me.”
“Take your time, I’ll wait.”
“ I will always be here.”
Theme Songs:
Safe and Sound – “Instrumental” Taylor Swift
U.M.N. Mode – Xenosaga OST
"My Dearest" – Guilty Crown
Duo Theme Songs:
"Superscription of Data" - Eiko Shimamiya
"Tori no Uta" - Lia (Instrumental)
PlayList
OUR STORY
“You’ve finally come…”
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 6:04 am
Kyla and Mouse are approved!
*stamps Kyla's forehead with a Florence + the Machine stamp*
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 8:39 pm
Digimon : Earnest Wind
Tamer and Digimon Application TAMER
Name: Bobbi
Alias: Bob, Mizu
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Dexterity: Right-handed
Crest Affinity: Kindness
Digivice Color: Amethyst
Appearance:
Bobbi is the typical "girl next door," being relatively plain. She dresses sensibly with no particular style, but lately her clothing has ranged away from dark graphic tees to lighter, slightly more "elegant" or "cute" clothing. Bobbi describes her newer style as "downright girly," but is pleased to have found cute clothing that she actually feels cute in. It's a miracle, she tells you. She's fond of saying that while she'll never be "pretty," she's absolutely positive that her face is attractive and full of character. Also, she has tiny hands. She loves her tiny hands.
Height: 5'1.5" (and she will fight for that last half an inch)
Weight: In constant flux.
Body type: Like a Tolkien dwarf. With boobs. And no beard.
Skin type: Easily tanned
Eyes: Easy answer: grey. Slightly more wordy answer: a ring of yellow around the pupil, a ring of dark blue around the edge of the iris, and the inner ring is a blueish-greyish-greenish color. Expansion and contraction of the pupils, coupled with lighting can make her eyes seem to shift between silver, blue, and green.
Hair: a**-length, dirty blonde, rarely tied with no bangs, only a few stray wisps here and there. Primarily straight with a little bit of a wave at the end
Clothing: Blue boot-cut jeans, thin shirt made of a floaty white material over an equally floaty white tank top, thin black cotton sleeveless vest, black tennis shoes with neon blue laces and neon pink marks on the treads. Accessories include dark purple wire-frame glasses, a faded black baseball cap with the Crest of Hyrule emblazoned in faded gold fabric paint (it's a really old hat), a silver heart pendant on a thin silver chain, a gold ring set with four rubies on the right middle finger, and a brown and cream cloth wrapped bracelet on the left wrist with beaten copper charms (thin rectangular plate with the words "Not all who wander are lost," small nickel-sized medallion with the compass rose, and a tiny plastic "crystal" wrapped in copper wire)
Unusual Marks: ¼ inch scar on the forehead, various other scars, ears are pierced but don't usually have earrings
Backpack:: Handbag of Holding
Basic first-aid kitVariety box of Bandaids (includes several different sizes)
1 Tube of Neosporin
1 Travel Bottle of Aspirin
1 Travel Bottle of ibuprofen
1 Travel Bottle of Tylenol
1 Travel Bottle of Midol
1 Ace bandage roll
Tweezers iPod Nano 5th generation with 16GB of music, earbud headphones wrapped around it (left jeans pocket)
iPad Mini with purple cover (stylus is carried in her left jeans pocket)
iPad charging cable and USB outlet converter (cable is connected to converter and coiled up)
iPod charging cable
Paperback book (By the Sword by Mercedes Lackey)
Random-a** fork
1 pack of Cinnamon gum
Probably like two or three sticks of mango gum kind of floating around in there somewhere
5 pack of "Feminine hygiene products" Pads, for those of us who aren't wussies about monthly bleeding. And if those of us who are in possession of functioning uteri don't experience periods in this RP, I can use them as projectiles when people are being stupid ;D
Travel hair brush with a spare hair-tie wrapped around the handle
Wallet with ID, debit card, bus ticket with 7 rides remaining, $15 cash, various discount/membership cards, and old receipts
Check book
Glasses case with cleaning cloth
Cell phone
Key ring with various keys (right front jeans pocket)
Various pens
Various hot chocolate packages (mix of mint, white chocolate, caramel, cinnamon, and super extra chocolate)
Work badge/ID with lanyard
3 travel tubes of lotion (almond, rose, and hemp scents)
Travel tube of antibacterial moisturizing hand lotion (sweet pea scent)
Tape measure
6 piece precision screwdriver set
Digivice Storage:
Equipment List:
Personality: Bobbi is extremely sarcastic, and a lot of people will tell you that's about the extent of her personality. She was raised with a "tough love" mentality, and employs such with those she cares about. She's a big proponent of "cruel to be kind," but only as a last resort when all other methods of support and teaching have failed. She's never needlessly cruel, at least not intentionally, though it may seem that she's going overboard at the time. She tries her best to be conscientious of those around her, often silently observing for days or even weeks before she says anything, simply so she knows exactly how far she can go with you. She has a wicked sense of humor that embraces and expands on her sarcasm. However, she can be exceedingly gentle and prefers to compromise with others when ideas or ideals clash. On the surface she may seem to be thoughtless, brash, rude, tactless, ditzy, and exceedingly silly… and she is. While Bobbi is fully capable of being serious and assertive, she prefers to joke around and let others take charge. She takes her "job" as a big-sister very seriously, and is very protective of those younger or more timid than her—however she will also push them into "growing up" or becoming more self-reliant instead of letting anyone depend on her. She believes in "balance in all things," and is super easy-going. Her moods are mercurial, her temper short, her wit acidic, and though she may at times seem out of control, her behaviors and actions are carefully planned and calculated.
Excerpt from Heartfelt Adventure: Bobbi is the kind of person who is very shy unless you make an effort to get to know her—and God help you when you do. Once she opens up, Bobbi can be rambunctious, slightly perverted, and totally shameless. (Fact: she has been known to flash in public parking lots) On the other hand, she tends to be sweet and gentle for the most part, though her devil-may-care attitude and tendency to threaten people hint otherwise. She's a plethora of contradictions as well, her moods will often hit both ends of the spectrum in about five to ten minutes. She's prone to depression and has very low self-esteem, and claims to have no pride even though that non-existent pride tends to get hurt a lot. She acts more mature than she really is sometimes, and strives to be the kind of person you can depend on. As such, she can be loyal to a fault, but always strives for justice above all else.
Strengths: Adaptable
Balanced
Caring
Cheerful
Clean (at least when it comes to personal hygiene)
Compassionate
Considerate
Empathetic
Forgiving
Honest
Intuitive
Laid-back
Optimistically pessimistic (plans for the worst but hopes for the best)
Stubborn
Sympathetic Flaws:Absentminded
Blunt
Childish
Disability - nearsighted. Can't even see to her elbow without her glasses
Fierce
Hypocritical
Laid-back
Naïve
Overemotional
Overprotective
Pessimistically optimistic (plans for the worst but hopes for the best)
Phobia - ophidiophobia (snakes)
Phobia - fear of falling
Phobia - cleithrophobia (being trapped)
Sarcastic
Smart a**
Soft-hearted
Stubborn
Likes: Food (medium-rare steak, pizza, chicken, crab, salmon, black olives, chocolate, vanilla, sweets, oranges), any animal that has legs and/or doesn't slither, any color except certain shades of pink and most shades of orange (unless coupled with similar colors such as red or yellow), swimming, stargazing, jewels, gemstones, and precious metals, fantasy and science fiction, reading, writing, drawing, playing video games, making people laugh, sleeping
Dislikes: Beans, rap, most country music, most opera, anything that slithers, feathers and/or fur on anything except living creatures (and certainly not on clothing), being cold, being bored, talking to people outside of her usual social circles,
Fears: Snakes, falling, being trapped, going blind
Significant Trait: Big-sisterly
Quotes:
"Oh, don't you even!"
"b***h let me learn you a thing."
"Nope, don't care."
"Look at all the ******** I don't give. Look at them, Anakin."
"Revenge is stupid. You really want revenge? Then go for justice. Vengeance brings nothing but more pain and sadness, and then you get people trying to get revenge on you and it's just a big, endless, stupid cycle."
"Because I said so, that's why!"
"Because shut up."
"No, really?"
"b***h, whine, moan, complain."
"Excuuuuuse you, Princess!"
"U wot m8? (You what, mate?)"
"All aboard the Nope Train to ******** />"Nope. Nope-ing the ******** outta here."
"Nope! Nope, can't deal with it! Nope, nuh-uh, nope. ******** you, sheep! Nope."
"Da fuq is this s**t?"
"*Yzma voice* First, I'll turn him into a flee. A harmless little flee. And then, I'll put that flee in a box. And then I'll put that box inside of another box. And then I'll mail that box to myself. And when it arrives? AAA-HAHAHA, I'LL SMASH IT WITH A HAMMAH!! Or, to save on postage, I'll just poison him with this." (also will just spout random lines from this scene, mostly the "SMASH IT WITH A HAMMAH" bit.)
"*Yzma voice* First, I'm going to hit the hay. And then, I'm going to hit the sack. And then, once I'm through with both of those things, I'm going to sleep. Good night."
"No soup for you."
"I didn't do it! You can't prove anything! No one saw me! THE SHEEP ARE LYING!!!"
"Wait, what?" Theme Songs:
Gleipnir - Adrian von Zeigler ♪
Winterbliss - cycerin ♪
Legend of Mana ~Title Theme~ - Yoko Shimomura ♪
Christmas Eve/Sarajevo 12/24 - Trans-Siberian Orchestra ♪
Background: Born and raised in Omaha, Nebraska, the biggest small town in the world, Bobbi led a normal life. She went to public school didn't have friends until about seventh grade, was big into anime and video games, and tended to keep to herself. She wasn't the best nor the worst in her classes, but she had a certain reputation for being able to beat the ever living snot out of anyone that crossed her path. She couldn't fathom this; she'd been in one fight, threw one punch, and lost that fight. She was bullied in her eighth grade year, but things got better after her mother gave her a dragon pendant. In high school, Bobbi became known as "dragon child," thanks to a friend who apparently knew too many Bobbies and decided to dub her with that nickname, thanks entirely to that pendant. Bobbi eventually adopted the nickname "Ryuko," intended to mean "dragon child." High school wore on, and Bobbi graduated about the middle of her class. She went on to get her first job, go to her first anime convention, date and break up with her first (and so far only) boyfriend, move out of the house, get a few more jobs, and join a Kingdom Hearts roleplaying guild on Gaia where she somehow managed to make even more friends. Eventually she moved into a house with her friends Rebecca—the one who had dubbed her "dragon child"—and Patricia. Also, Patricia's cat, Nala, who was a slightly tubby, male, grey tabby (Tricia often argued that he was brown, not grey, but she was wrong) who was an absolute a*****e. Well, except when Tricia wasn't home, then he was the cuddliest little ******** anyone could ask for.
Bobbi was on her way home after getting some dinner from the deli at the Bag N' Save a few blocks away. Her bag bumped against her hip—a motion she wasn't quite used to yet as her Handbag of Holding was less than a year old—and her dinner swung in the plastic grocery bag at her side. A nice, juicy, fried chicken breast with deviled egg potato salad and strawberry fluff waited for her to get home to devour it. And devour it she would! Bobbi didn't believe in wasting food, and would gnaw even the tiniest bone in the breast until she was certain all the meat had been cleaned from it.
She waited at the corner of 90th and Maple for the light to turn so she could cross Maple Street. If this hadn't been a busy intersection she'd have crossed against the light, traffic laws be damned, so long as there weren't cars about. But even though Maple was quiet, 90th was busy as always, and after her fourth time being hit by a car the year previously, she was taking no chances. So, for the light she would wait.
She was staring off towards the east down Maple, kind of spacing out, when she noticed the sign on the gas station caddy-corner to her start wigging out. She frowned, then dismissed it; that gas station was poorly maintained, and half of the sign was dead anyway. It was probably just the poor thing giving a last hurrah before it died completely, the poor thing.
But then she noticed the traffic light was acting strangely, too. Her eyes widened as two cars almost collided with each other, and backed away from the street just in case. Her iPod seemed mostly unaffected, still playing her Mobile Suit Gundam 00 soundtracks clearly. She popped out her right earbud so she could hear better, and moved a little further up Maple to get away from the heavier traffic. For the first few feet she walked backwards, keeping her eye on the busy intersection, but after no one seemed to be heading up her way she turned around so she could walk faster. As she inserted her right earbud back where it had come from, though, she caught a flash of light out of the corner of her eye, instinctually turned—
And the world went dark.DIGIMON
Name: YukimiBotamon
Alias/Nickname: Yuki
Age:0
Gender: Female
Attribute:
Fresh: YukimiBotamon
Appearance:
A Fresh leveled Digimon who is covered in white opaque hair and sports a furry body.
Techs: Bubble Blow [Frothy Spit]
Diamond Dust
Tail Whip
Puppy Howling
Petty Punch / Petit Punch
Sledge Crash / Sledge Dash
Happy Paw Passives:
Digivolution History: YukimiBotamon > Nyaromon > Salamon > D'Arcmon > Angewomon > OphanimonPersonality: She seems to enjoy perching on Bobbi's head, which would be welcome if the little thing wasn't so freaking cold!
Strengths: Head-perching, apparently.
Flaws: Bobbi is still learning this about her new partner.
Likes: Food, and being a really cold hat. Anything other than that, though, Bobbi is still learning about her new partner.
Dislikes: Being hungry. But then again, who does like to be hungry? Anything other than that, though, Bobbi is still learning about her new partner.
Fears: Bobbi is still learning this about her new partner.
Significant Trait: Bobbi is still learning this about her new partner.
Quotes:
"Hi there!"
"Ufu..."
"Oooh, what's that?" Theme Songs:
OUR STORY
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phoenixianCrystallist Crew
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 10:22 pm
Bobbi and Yuki approved!
*stamps Mizu's forehead with a giant stamp that says "Excuuuuuuuuse me, Princess!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 12:15 am
Digimon : Earnest Wind
Tamer and Digimon Application TAMER Name: James Alias: Kuro Age: 27 Gender: Male Dexterity: Right-handed Crest Affinity: Reliability Digivice Color: Red  Appearance: If James’ style could be considered anything it would be practical. He wears the best that he has for the situation. His typical attire though is usually not much more than shoes or boots, comfortable jeans, and a t-shirt. He might also wear a jacket or coat depending upon temperature and weather. Height: 6’0” Weight: 150 lbs Body type: Long and thin(bean pole) Skin type: Slightly tanned but white Eyes: Hazel Hair: Short brown hair typically brushed straight back, resulting in short bangs when it gets long enough. When his hair is shorter than 2 inches in the back it sticks up due to a bad cowlick. Clothing: Dark blue jeans, black and brown hiking boots, a forest green t-shirt with a pocket on the left side, a well-worn brown leather jacket, wide-rimmed camouflage hat, gunmetal grey glasses, titanium wedding ring with the roman numerals 1-12 on the band, black canteen attached to a wide black military style belt. Unusual Marks: inch long burn scar on the back of his right hand near his wrist. Backpack:
Canteen(on waist)
Sketchbook
Mechanical Pencil and eraser
Basic first aid kit(a few bandages, disinfectant and ace wrap)
Wallet(in pocket)contains driver’s license, credit card, debit card, random gift cards
Plastic 10 hole inline ocarina(worn around the neck)
Mp3 Player(old smart phone used for only music and it’s camera)
charging cord for phone
Actual cellphone(in pocket)
Boy Scout style Swiss Army Pocket Knife Digivice Storage: Equipment List: Personality: James is a kind and relatively easy-going person. He tries to be friendly in his interactions with others though he doesn’t easily open up to people. Those who he does open up to he interacts with openly and cares for them deeply. He is very task oriented, tending to tune out any unnecessary distractions. He is not particularly quick to anger, though he can easily get frustrated which can result in him lashing out at others without meaning to. He is not one to get physically violent against others unless he is pushed to his absolute limits, choosing instead to either distance himself from people who antagonize it or just outright ignore them. Strengths: Reliable, focused, intelligent, stubborn, kind, passionate, logical, caring Flaws: Disability-nearsighted(legally blind without his glasses), stubborn, can get easily frustrated, both at himself and others, Holds a grudge, Likes: Music, drawing, anime, roleplaying games(text-based and console) nature, crafting, cosplaying, attending conventions, writing. Dislikes: Dishonesty, bullies, running into unexpected problems, obscene amounts of swearing, screwing up Fears: hurting those that he cares about, losing control of his temper, drowning, failing himself or others, stinging bugs, Significant Trait: Reliable Quotes: “I protect my friends from those who hurt them, my friends protect me from those who betray me.”
“Gak!”
“Allons~y!”
“Su’um Ahrk Morah… Su’um Ahrk Morah…(meditative mantra)
“Normal is overrated.”
“You can always count on me.” Theme Songs: The Price of Freedom- Takeharu Ishimoto
A World Without Danger(instrumental)- Noam Kaniel
Final Fantasy VII: Main Theme- Nobuo Uematsu
Maker’s Galop - Yoko Shimomura Background:James was born in Indiana, but was raised in Dearborn Michigan and Omaha Nebraska. He had always been an average student in terms of academics, though he excelled in music, singing in particular. In High School he met and became part of the Royal Hentai Family, adopted as their pet puppy, little had he known that the family would become lifelong friends for him. After High School he gave the University of Nebraska in Omaha the old college try but didn’t find it to his liking and soon after withdrew. He worked at a retail store for many years during which time he had gotten married to Michelle. A few years after they were married the two of them moved out on there own, winding up in Salt Lake City Utah. There James continued to work for different retail stores and other jobs while also making some income building props of cosplayers and selling them on Etsy. After about 2 years in Utah, James and Michelle got tired of living on their own and away from family, so they packed up and moved again to Danville, Illinois. There James did much as he always had done, working for retail while building props on the side, while slowly, but surely growing his business and name. It was stressful work, but to him, prop building was also an enjoyable hobby, so while it was sometimes really challenging, it was also his main leisurely activity aside from text-based roleplaying on Gaiaonline with his Kingdom Hearts guild, which included one of his friends from the family, Bobbi, or Mizu as he always called her. And such was the way of his life until that fateful day… It was always nice to get away from things, and that was exactly what James had endeavored to do. He had decided to go camping at a nearby campsite. Michelle, his wife was off in Madison spending some time with her mom, an activity that hadn’t particularly interested him. So he had gone camping, it was nice to get away from his regular day job and their prop shop for a weekend and just enjoy nature. He had just been out on a hike, heading back towards camp even when all of a sudden out of the corner of his eye he saw a massive flash of light. He quickly turned towards it and after that his world went dark. DIGIMON Name: Metalkoromon Alias/Nickname: Sparks Age: 0 Gender: Male Attribute: Data Fresh: Metalkoromon Appearance: A micro Machine digimon whose red eyes are really photo detectors. His hopping body is lovely to behold, but because his installed simple program relies on him to move only when there’s bright light around him, when his surroundings become dark he’ll stop moving. When he’s in a good mood, electricity is discharged from the tip of his tail but why he does this is a mystery Techs: Bubble Blow [Frothy Spit] Jamming Powder: Metalkoromon discharges particles of iron that temporarily jams up the enemies AI, allowing him to escape.Passives: Digivolution History: Metalkoromon -> _ Personality: Yet to be discovered Strengths: Patient, adventurous, curious Flaws: James is still learning about his new partner Likes: rolling and bouncing about, games, music, food Dislikes: Too much darkness, being alone, Strobing lights Fears: Getting lost or trapped in the dark. Getting separated from his tamer. Significant Trait: Friendly Quotes: “So tired… shutting… down…”
“Hey there!”
“I will always protect you. Theme Songs: Derezzed- Daft Punk
Black Mage Village- Nobuo Uematsu
Nano Risk- Dayzz OUR STORY
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 1:48 am
Digimon : Earnest Wind
Tamer and Digimon Application TAMER Name: Song Yi Kim Alias: n/a Age: 22 Gender: Female Dexterity: Primarily right handed Crest Affinity: Light Digivice Color: Black Appearance: Not quite ugly but hardly good-looking enough to be classified as "pretty," Song is well in the average zone. At least, she hopes she's at least average. A little overweight for her height, she shows the excess fat mainly her tummy and thighs. Each of her ears has a single piercing but she doesn't wear any earrings. Regularly worn jewelry consists of a gold bracelet from her mother on her right hand and a gold key pendant necklace hanging from her neck. Her black hair, which she's been growing out lately, is usually tied into a loose ponytail for ease of life. Her fingers show signs of a bad nail-biting habit, her teeth are in sore need of braces, and she doesn't regularly shave anywhere despite obviously needing to in the leg and armpit area. Beyond those flaws, though, she looks like most other Asians. Height: 5' Weight: 135 lbs. Body type: Rather unfit. She's a bit overweight, but far from obese. When wearing a loose shirt, it's almost impossible to notice. Skin type: Just a touch darker than the expected skin tone for Asians. Acne marks the face and neck area. Eyes: Black and small, rather squinty even for Asian eyes. Often covered by rectangular glasses used to correct her near-sighted vision. The glasses have a simple, black frame that doesn't cover the lower half of the lens. Hair: Black and straight, easily brushing past the middle of her back. It's normally brushed once in the morning and once in the evening, washed every day with condition and w/ or w/o shampoo, so it's properly maintained but not particularly amazing asides from the sheer amount of it, and even in that characteristic it's been regularly outshone by other hairs. Unused to not washing her hair every day, it starts to itch and bother her if she goes a day without washing it. Two days she's never attempted, and is no doubt even worse than just one day. She doesn't necessarily even need hair products to soothe her scalp, just a good rinsing and scrubbing with simple water would ease the itch. Clothing: Jeans and a t-shirt with the addition of a jacket at the first hints of cold constitute. In the habit of wearing running shoes outdoors and going bare feet indoors. At the moment when she was dragged into the digital world, Song was wearing a gray t-shirt with a faded blue design over dark blue, almost black, straight-leg jeans. Like most of her jeans, these jeans are a tad bit too long for her short legs even after alterations because of the wearer's preference for the hems of the jeans to hang over the tops of her shoes. As a result, they show signs of wear-and-tear, in the form of white frays, at the bottom hems. As almost always when outside, Unusual Marks: Backpack: Black school backpack. It's only defining features are a "Jansport" logo and a silver kingdom key keychain hanging from the zipper of the small pouch. Arrowhead plastic water bottle
Empty lunchbox, smeared with the remnants of an eaten lunch
Plastic chopsticks in chopstick holder
3ds w/ case, games, and charger
pencil pouch w/ mechanical pencil, eraser, lead, chapstick, and permanent marker
laptop in laptop case full of miscellaneous papers
laptop charger, mouse, and earbuds
Smartphone w/ charger
Wallet Equipment List: (This is going to be blank for a while. Just ignore it.) Personality: Despite disliking talking to people she doesn't know, it's really easy for Song to get to know someone enough to be willing to run her mouth at them on and on and on and on and on and on and on. Talking too much too quickly has always been a problem since she was a kid. Though she's tried to fix it and has succeeded a bit in doing so, she still gets carried away with her own voice far too easily. What's worse, she's horrible with speaking on the spot, often having trouble finding the right words or the right way to express what she really wants. Expect several tries before she finally gets to her point and then for that point to be repeated several times in slightly different ways as she makes sure that everything is covered. That is, assuming she gets to the point in the first place. Strengths: Tries her best to be funny, or whatever she needs to do to get others to smile. Energetic when she has the energy. Loud. Remembering random things. Flaws: Often fails at being funny. Procrastinates everything humanly possible. Coward. Lazy. Forgetful. Tends to lose things. Often has trouble forming sentences on the go. Careless. Clumsy. Hyper. Physically unfit. Loud. Things: Often pronounces words incorrectly. Often fails to remember words she knows she knows. Tone deaf but breaks out into song every now and then. Likes: Sweets, milk, rice, kimchee, day dreaming, smiles (hers and others), video games, procrastinating, being lazy, sleep, randomly shipping things out of the blue, cute things, tofu Dislikes: Cold temperatures, homework, all-nighters, bitter foods, bugs gross her out as much as she hates to admit it Fears: Death, displeasing someone, not being accepted, getting hurt, feeling pain, facing reality when it's harsh Significant Trait: Lazy procrastinator Quotes: "Flrklfhgrhgmlbrmlgl"
"Nya?"
"Mya?"
"Meow!"
"Sorry!"
"I… can't remember… Sorry!"
"Yep!"
"You know? Uh… That thing! Not that! It was that… and… that thing that…"
"Naaaah. It's kay. We got time."
"Why is it cold? I hate the cold. It's too cold."
"[insert random, potentially obscure, reference]" Theme Songs: Background: Having just earned her Bachelor's degree in English the previous year, Song continues her ways of procrastination into her first year towards earning a California teaching credential. She currently lives with her parents, as their home is in the same city as the college she attends, a choice she made because it was so close to home. At the moment of being teleported to the Digital World, Song was in class, half paying attention to what the professor was saying and half distracting herself with her laptop, which included keeping an eye on the going-ons of a certain Kingdom Hearts guild's skype chat. DIGIMON Name: PuttimonAlias/Nickname: Tofu Age: 0 Gender: Male Attribute: Data Fresh: PuttimonAppearance: A fuzzy, bright-eyed ball of innocence and happiness. While his wings are tiny, he can use them for skillful flight. What appears to be a large tuft of spiraling hair on his head is in fact a horn surrounded in fur and with long fur curling in front of it. His body, which does not seem to contain very many bones, is very squishy and malleable. Techs: Bubble Blow [Frothy Spit] (It won’t have any other Techs at the beginning, but you can put a striked-out list here of all the Techs you hope for it to learn in the future. Just make sure those Techs are actually used by it Digivolutions in some canon form or another! DMA is the best place to check this!) Passives: (These are traits some Digimon have that are always in effect! It won’t learn any until later levels!) Digivolution History: Puttimon Personality: As a newly born Digimon, Tofu has a long way to go before he develops a detailed personality. For now, he's the embodiment of innocence and curiosity, holding a naturally adventurous and optimistic take on things. Unsure of the difference between right and wrong, it switches back and forth between prioritizing his own enjoyment and prioritizing the enjoyment of others. However, very rarely does he ever mean to be truly malicious to anyone, and if anything, his mischief is more adorable than annoying. Strengths: Adorable Flaws: Mischievous Likes: Apples, Pomegranates, Grapes, and other Fruits Dislikes: Warm temperatures Fears: Blobby, jiggly things of questionable structure (like tofu, jelly, and Numemon) Significant Trait: Mischievously Inquisitive Quotes: "Who?"
"What?"
"When?"
"Where?"
"How?"
"Why?"
"Let me see! Let me see!"
"One more time! One more time!"
"Do it! Do it!"
"Pleeeeeeaaaaaaaaaase?"
"Not even once?"
"Are we there yet?"
"How about now?
"What is this?"
"What are you doing?"
"Can I help?"
"Thank you!"
"Yay!"
"Yippee!"
"Awwwwww."
"It'll all be okay!"
"Too warm!"
"It's always the cute ones." Theme Songs: OUR STORY (Leave this blank for now; it’ll be a space for you to make notes about your adventures later, if you want to. This is like an optional second Bio, since the other only asks for the Tamer’s background.)
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