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Digimon : Earnest Wind
Tamer and Digimon Application


TAMER
Name: Alene
Alias:
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Dexterity: left-handed
Crest Affinity: Light
Digivice Color: Powder Pink


Appearance:
Alene is a girl that holds an air of uncertainty of what to expect.

Height: 5'0"
Weight: 100lbs
Body type: Slender and curvy
Skin type: Creamy
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Pink
Clothing: A black tank top with a leather skirt with red trimming. She has leather straps on her leg and brown shoes. She also wears red fingerless gloves and silver rimmed glasses. (Editing a picture)
Unusual Marks: A scar on the back of her neck that is hidden by her hair. And several small ones on her back.


Backpack:

• A book, strapped on her hip.
  
• A wallet with only a $50 dollar bill.
  
• A bag with various hard candies and gum.
  
• A broken locket.
  
• Bottles of travel sized body wash, shampoo and conditioner.

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Personality: A loner by nature. A girl who rarely opens up to anyone. She normally has her face in a book to avoid speaking. However when she does speak it, usually comes out as cold and uncaring. However, she is loyal to those who she seems fit. Weither they be a friend, aquaintance or even one that others would call enemy. If they prove themselves to her, she will hold with them. Even if it means 'betrayal'. Due to time living on the streets, Alene is street smart and able to adapt to survive. She doesn't like to rely on others, rather just stand and take things on her own.
Strengths: Loyal, Adaptible, truthful, couragous
Flaws: Blunt, cold, withdrawn from others, indifferent, cleithrophobia, too darn independant
Likes: Sweets, Reading, Peace and quiet.
Dislikes: Large crowds, shouting voices
Fears: Cars, dark rooms and caves

Significant Trait: Unpredictible
Quotes:

• "Are we done yet?"
  
• "Don't give me that bullshit. I am helping you."
  
• "I don't need you."

Theme Songs: (As many as you want.)

• Unknown History-Tomohito Nishiura
  
• More than a Love Song- Fireflight
  
• Star Stealing Girl
  
• 10,000 Miles- Mary Chapin Carpenter

Background:
When Alene was a young child (5), she was in a car accident. That resulted in the death of both her parents. After her slow recovery, Alene lived with her only living relative. A distant cousin of her father's. Soon after she started to live with the man, she endured abuse. Weither it be mental, verbal and even physical in a dark cellar of his home. After the years of torment, Alene was able to run away when she was 16.
Since then she has been living on her own. Just getting by, weither it be living on the streets or in a small home with random strangers.

DIGIMON
Name: Poyomon
Alias/Nickname: Yoyo
Age:
Gender: Male
Attribute:
Fresh: Poyomon


Appearance:



Techs:
Bubble Blow [Frothy Spit]
Passives:
(These are traits some Digimon have that are always in effect! It won’t learn any until later levels!)


Digivolution History: Poyomon >

Personality:
The joyful side of the duo. Poyomon always has a smile on his face and is always trying to put one on Alene's (or anyone else who maybe looking down). Yoyo is very silly and a bit childish at times. He has a talent for getting himself into trouble, which Alene has to dig him out of. This is because of his love of exploration and courisity of everything around him. Though most of the thing makes him cry and hide in fear.
Strengths: Lighthearted, Friendly, Playful
Flaws: Naive, Troublemaker, crybaby, scaredy cat.
Likes: Sweets, Finding something new, hiding in Alene's hair, playing with everyone, laughter
Dislikes: Pain, scary things
Fears: Anything he deems scary.

Significant Trait: Joyful
Quotes:

• "Hey, cheer up!"
  
• *looks at someone one as he is upside down* "Something is wrong with your face!"
  
• "What is that?!"

Theme Songs:

• Sometime Somewhere- Nobou Uematsu
  
• Caramelldansen
  

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.)

Digimon : Earnest Wind
Tamer and Digimon Application


TAMER
Name: Luke Laughlin
Alias: Banshee; the Squeezable Giraffe; some other ones he'd mostly rather forget
Age: 30
Gender: Androgynous male
Dexterity: Left-handed
Crest Affinity: Love
Digivice Color: India Green


Appearance:
Luke stands at 6' 2", give or take, and is lanky, with skinny, long limbs - though he is a bit chubby in the stomach and torso area, it's not very noticable. He has large hands and feet, making him look all the more goofy, long, medium brown, wavy hair down to the small of his back, and chestnut brown eyes, though they seem to turn green depending on what he is wearing. Currently, that is a grey band T-shirt with green collar around his neck and on the ends of the sleeves, with a green/black/white plaid short-sleeve button-up over it (not usually buttoned up though), as well as a pair of blue carpenter jeans. He also wears a pair of silver-framed glasses - constantly wearing them, as he can't see otherwise. His hair is usually let down, parted to the right when he has time to brush it. As he grew up in the woods, he walks everywhere with bare feet, and is rather stubborn about it, which has gotten him into trouble on occasion. He usually has a purple ribbon tied around his right wrist, a black USB wristband on the left, and a lanyard which holds onto a spinning keychain with a picture of the Sears Tower on it hanging around his neck. This keychain holds three keys which no longer hold any importance, as well as two tiny virtual pets, one of which is never turned on. He has several small scars in various places on his body; they are usually only noticeable up-close.

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Backpack: A grey messenger bag with the crest of Hyrule's royal family stitched in black on the front. It appears rather aged, yet holds together perfectly. His go-to bag for roadtrips/staying over at a friend's house.

• Two notebooks, one leatherbound, one composition, each for differing purposes
  
• Pencil bag holding pens, pencils, eraser, protractor, and other writing/drawing utensils
  
• A few random books
  
• A black seedpod pendant ocarina by the name of Luna
  
• Several different decks of cards, including tarot, hwatu, and poker
  
• A very old portable CD player with headphones
  
• A small pack of CD sleeves, each already having its own mixed CD inside
  
• A map of the state of Louisiana
  
• Medicine (prescription)
  
• Tube of chapstick
  
• Box of Ninja Turtle band-aids
  
• AA and flat lithium batteries
  
• 3DS plus charger
  
• Tiny emergency sewing kit
  
• Can of pepper spray in a purple leather pouch
  
• Red yo-yo

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Personality: Luke sees the world in his own way. Whatever that way is, has always been a subject for much speculation by those who know him. He unleashes his overactive imagination loose in his line of sight, willing it to create and destroy as he sees fit. He is a very sensitive, emotional person who broadcasts his feelings (sometimes unintentionally) by jumping up and down and shrieking, singing at the top of his lungs, bursting into sobs and wails for no apparent reason whatsoever... The list goes on. He even does this in the vicinity of complete strangers, even though he's shy - talking to someone he doesn't know is scary, but SINGING, oh, that's perfectly fine, as long as he imagines that they're not really there. He is even inclined to feel those feelings FOR YOU, if you are someone he thinks fondly of - that would be his friends and family - if he feels you may need it, in such ways as cheering you on (very loudly), listening to your plight (and probably crying. Cries all the time. Big baby), getting excited about something you're excited about, or constantly telling you "I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!" about fifty times a day (exaggeration). All of this optimism and bounciness would be surprising if one were to know that he has been dealing with depression and anxiety for years on his own - it has become a bit easier in recent times, though he can sometimes regress without warning, throwing everyone for a loop.

Luke is big on morals, values, and manners, believes in fairness, and never makes exceptions unless he has absolutely no choice in the matter. He is a big fan of old sayings like "One person's trash is another's treasure" and "Never count your chickens before they hatch", and believes that everyone has the potential to save the world one day at a time. He has his own personal code of honor, which he follows without fail, though he is quick to stop himself if he happens to start judging others prematurely - something he used to do all the time. One of his go-to mottos is "Be excellent to each other," which is way totally not originally his, dude. Although he's constantly worried about others, he often forgets to take care of himself, and can go on for a full day or more of writing without even thinking to stop and eat, deeming anything but his work as "less important" in his bizarre sense of priority. It also doesn't help that he's absentminded as could be, and has trouble asking for help from people - all of these things can end up getting him into loads of trouble, though he does try to do better.
Regardless of his failures in these departments, he really hates it when he makes others worry about him, and will often apologize exceedingly for this or any other wrongs he believes he's committed. To him, the connections between friends and family are of the utmost importance, even if it may seem the opposite what with his tendency to bury himself in his own creations and the fact that he can't deal with social situations for an extended period of time without having some alone time to renew himself. Luke loves books and games (especially card games), writing and cooking, but above all, he always has a song in his heart - and he can usually be found singing whatever song that happens to be. He lets music enfold him, using it as a shield from his troubles - whenever arguments or loud voices find their way to his ears, he quickly plops his handy-dandy headphones back onto his head to ignore them.

Strengths: Supportive, Honest, Patient, Enthusiastic, Resilient, Steadfast/Hard worker, Determined
Flaws: Overprotective/possessive, Trust issues, Overly Dramatic, Picky/Indecisive, Soft-hearted (like to the point where it can easily be taken advantage of), Has trouble letting others help him, Capricious, Clumsy
Likes: Coffee, tea, music, walks in nature, rooftops, sappy moments, learning things, playing the ocarina, reading, writing, making mixtapes, cooking, baking, card games, V-pets
Dislikes: Math, running/moving quickly (except on occasion), having to talk to people he's not comfortable with, the telephone, being impolite, his own clumsiness
Fears: Large crowds of people, clowns, ladders, people yelling or arguing, irrational and fictional things like scenarios in video games

Significant Trait: Indecisive
Quotes:

• *randomly starts singing a part of a song mid-conversation*
  
• "That cracks me up like a porcelain teacup!"
  
• "I will respect that that is your opinion."
  
• "I swonny!"
  
• "Farore's panties!"
  
• "Good golly, miss Molly!/What's buzzin', cousin?/"
  
• "You should listen to this song. This is a really good song."
  
• "Where there's a will, there's a way."
  
• "Do you kiss your mama with that mouth?!"
  
• "Stick a fork in me, I'm done."

Theme Songs:

• Alleyways - Hey Ocean!
  
• Summertime - My Chemical Romance
  
• Turn It Off - Paramore
  
• @!#?@! - Motion City Sountrack
  
• Plays Pretty for Baby - Zolof the Rock & Roll Destroyer
  
• Rama Lama (Bang Bang) - Roisin Murphy

Background:
"Yeah, I'll see you soon. I love you, sis. I LOVE YOU, ZAYDEN!"
Luke turned around, placing his right foot onto the lower step at the front of the large (by his standards) house he was departing. He gently shut the screen door, leaving the wooden one open out of habit, and let out a tiny giggle at his friend's rambunctious response, as well as his "nephew"'s laughter and adorable attempt to mimic The Squeezable Giraffe, aka Uncle Luke. He was getting there - not quite articulate yet, but he was learning in the blink of an eye. And how could he not? The boy's mother was a bookworm, as were most of the people she hung out with, including her "brother", who also happened to be a writer. A starving artist of a writer, but oh boy, was he good at starving... er... at art, rather! Well... pretty good, at least.

"Let's not get too carried away with ourselves," he laughed, thinking out loud. He hoisted his messenger bag over his shoulder, plopped his headphones back over his ears, and joined in with the band in a very sarcastic song as he continued on his way, spinning and "Twisting" every so often, his bare feet slapping lightly on the hot concrete as he traversed the old familiar sidewalk.

Well, 3, 2, 1, we got the bomb.
Everybody hurry 'til the tax man comes.
Glimmer like Bolan in the mornin' sun,
and get your finger on the trigger, tap the barrel of a gun.
Hair back, motherfxxker, jet black, so cool!
Sing it like the kids that are mean to you!
When you wanna be a movie star, play the game and take the band real far.
Play it right and drive a Volvo car. Pick a fight at an airport bar!
The kids don't care if you're alright, honey. Pills don't help, but it sure is funny!
Gimme gimme some o' that vampire money, come on!

It wasn't often that he had the freedom to sing so loud without caring who he disturbed, and he was enjoying it while it lasted. "Caged birds," he thought out loud, letting out a long sigh which disrupted the flow of the lyrics - on his end, anyway. He had to go back home to the woods today, that was unavoidable. But he had to get some shopping done first, and there was no harm in getting some exercise while he was at it! He pulled a sheet of paper from under the bag's flap, not bothering to undo the straps, though he did crumple the page in the process. Such was the Circle of Life.

This particular sheet of paper was his grocery list, and he wanted to memorize all he could of it now instead of walking into the store and constantly having to check it. Granted, when he did memorize it, most of the items would usually float out of his brain by the time he started shopping, but... Maybe if he was optimistic it would actually work this time. While he went over all the items on the list, checking them off in his head again and again, he started to get the sensation that he was being pulled forward, instead of actually walking. He ceased his rhythmic footsteps, staring down at his feet, then to his chest. He wasn't moving, but something was definitely pulling at him, trying to get him to move. Before he could take any other action, a bright light surrounded him, making him shield his eyes with his hand before he disappeared completely, leaving the sidewalk empty, as he sank into unconsciousness, his headphones still blaring until the song ended and the disc stopped spinning.



DIGIMON
Name: Yuramon
Alias/Nickname: Saria
Age: 0
Gender: Female
Attribute: Data
Fresh: Yuramon


Appearance:
She is covered completely by fine, white hairs, only showing the place where her tiny little eyes are. There are two long purple antennae protruding from the top.



Techs:
Bubble Blow [Frothy Spit]

Passives:



Digivolution History:
Yuramon --->

Personality:
Still unknown...
Strengths: ?
Flaws: ?
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Dislikes: ?
Fears: ?

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OUR STORY