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 Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 3:07 am
EARNEST WIND
PROFILE THREAD This is the place to post your profiles once they've been approved! Aaaand.... That's all, gwahaha! The app can be found on the first page of the RP, and of course, you should post them in the Non-KH Application Thread. I'm letting y'all post your own profiles because there are things in them that can change over time, but for things that aren't supposed to change, well... I trust I don't need to tell anyone that that's bad, not fair, and just.... just bad. So don't let me catch you doing that, or I'll have to give you consequences. And I know nobody likes consequences, so come on. Be awesome and don't do cheating stuff like that. Okay? Okay. Okay? Okay. Okay. List:
Kyla and Mouse - Enji_Chou
Bobbi and Yuki - Mizu_Kage_Hikari
Saeran and Cthaat - RhikoDemson
James and Sparks - Jeimuzu Kuro
Aira and Tear - Faerdhinen
Song and Tofu - Kagetsukiko
Alene and Yoyo - Kaegoe
Luke and Saria - Banshee Coffeetime
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 9:05 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
Phone Charger
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.”
“Oh common-WHY- is it always Me!?!"
” 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)
Cosmic Love - Florence + The Machine
PlayList
OUR STORY
“You’ve finally come…”
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phoenixianCrystallist Crew
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 3:46 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)
Self-control
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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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 5:46 pm
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
Tarot Deck 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: Tue Apr 21, 2015 1:54 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: Wed Apr 22, 2015 1:00 am
Digimon : Earnest Wind
Tamer and Digimon Application TAMER Name: Aira Alias: None for now Age: 21 Gender: Female Dexterity: Right handed Crest Affinity: Courage Digivice Color: Midnight Teal Appearance: Height: 5 feet 1 inches, yes she finally beat the 5 feet milestone! Weight: Under 100 pounds, she doesn’t weight herself much. Body type:Small, sadly small. However, she has longer legs than expected. Skin type: Actually, Aira is rather dark for not being in the sun much, though she is more considerably light golden. Eyes: From a distance, her eyes look as black as the darkest parts of the void, but it is actually just really dark brown in a sharp slant downwards toward the middle of her face. She herself makes lots of Asian jokes about her eyes. Hair: Since her hair grows really fast for no reason, it will change over time. Currently she has been keeping it short with a cut where it’s longer in the front and layered shorter in the back. She is often pushing her hand through her hair from the front to keep the side hairs from going into her eyes. Sometimes it likes to part itself down the middle, sometimes it likes to do its own thing. Clothing: Well there is one thing certain about this girl, is her dam weird style of dressing herself. Sometimes, she wears a rather nice Yama girl (mountain girl-the sister fashion to Mori girl street fashion) attire with lots of layers and boots, and other times she wears Lolita clashing with grunge and punk styles with faded patched navy jeans and a really lacy beige top and a heavy brown coat. If she isn’t being extremely weird, Aira is usually lazing around in her rather plain blue hoodie with a mid-high hoodie and three sets of different length shirts underneath with black leggings underneath her baggy denim jeans and if that wasn’t enough she wears legwarmers over her leggings and under the jeans. Talk about over dressing but the girl gets too cold otherwise. Currently though, she was in one of her cold-rainy days so she compiled her wardrobe into her more overdressed style, wearing a –here is the list- a white tank top under a brown t-shirt underneath a dark grey long sleeve turtleneck underneath a baggy light grey mid-calf hoodie with a center pouch pocket underneath her black rain jacket with too many pockets. Her bottom layers include her pair of long black velvet textured leggings with black leg warmers on top with it all concealed with pair of dark blue baggy jeans. She is wearing white long socks of the warm variety and her pair of ‘Arabian Night’ Dylon Dye stained grey runners. Unusual Marks: None actually, she isn't even sure she has a birthmark or not Backpack: Her school bag, an UnderArmor branded waterproof extra durable red and black bag with lots of pockets to go around. It is stuffed to the weirdest point of any possible notions.
A Surface Pro 3 Laptop with a Black keyboard attachment and Charger
Her two sets of pencil cases (Each stuff with too many things to actually list here)One normal, one Kirby printed
Woman things, yeah you know(sunscreen, lip balm, pain soothing cream, nail clipper and more things that shouldn’t been in her bag but it is). And Medicine stuff (she is allergic to some medicine so she has her own)
Glasses case with glasses and green eyeglass cloth
Her Android Phone and Mini red Flashlight
Portable Battery Charger with usually full battery and USB with a Nyanko Orange Cat attached
Business Law textbook (Heavy, can be used as paper and weaponry, knock people out before with it)
Tea, too much tea, not enough tea, all in a yellow Sanrio (trademarked) Purin Bag
Two sets of Dungeons and Dragons Dice of Variety, White and Grey
One accounting calculator and Cue cards of random colours
One set of playing cards
Coin Wallet, and card Wallet and Money Wallet
Two sketchbooks, one small and one large
Two Notebooks, open flat with notes
One steel water bottle with a black cap with an anime keychain attached
MP3 player with two sets of earphones and USB connecting charger
3DS with multiple games in a blue Animal Crossing bag
A Sewing Kit, well decked out and ready to go
Two umbrellas one wine red and one black dollar store one (Seriously why does she keep two on her?)
Extra scarf which is white and black on opposite sides with red crimson butterflies on the end that she gotten as a Christmas gift, and a pair of brown woolly gloves
Stress ball with a :3 face on it, she enjoys punching it a lot
Digivice Storage: Equipment List: Personality:Well...what can one say about Aira... First of all, when someone first meets her, they would think she is a bright and cheerful person who seems to have a smile on her face and wants to do good things for everyone around her. She is a bit strange but her words seem honest enough and they attempt to be friends with her. And then the wall, oh the glorious wall of spikes and dead bodies plastered on it to keep people away. Yes Aira will do some nice things for you, say some nice words, and then she wants you gone. AWAY! She screams on the inside, becoming very cold when people try to get to know her, almost losing an arm at trying to pet a very toothy monster who only wants to bite on anything that comes too close. Succeed climbing the wall, hopefully only losing one left toe, Aira gets even weirder. She ropes you into the wonderland of her mind, twists and turns around and it gets hard to follow the face paced motion she sets around her. Many wonder why they even tried and bail out here. For the ones who know a bit more, they find the core of a very lonely little girl who only wants to have friends who understand her. She will not leave her isolated island until prompted to, and that's a lot of prompting. If the person gets Aira off the island, than congrats! You are now friends with a borderline psychopath yandere whom if you leave, she has four different plans to end your existence. Good job. Perks are you get someone who would make you laugh at times, protect you with her very own life and gives excellent back massages. Strengths: Manual hand work, hardworking, crafty in more ways than one, can hold a secret till the day she dies, defender of things she holds dear, doesn't let little things get to her Flaws: Little off the rocker, easily angered, violent to the point of actually attempting to stab people, reclusive, stubborn to high hell, can't keep her mouth shut sometimes and says the wrong thing at the wrong time, holds grunges too easily and for too long Likes: Weird things, pudding and cakes, tea, cactus boyfriend, video games, sleeping, mountains, mass destruction-wait what?, her own world inside her mind, plotting, sewing and fashion and costumes, individuals like her best friend :3 (Marshmallow hell hugs :3)Dislikes: Being crowded, spicy food, Loud noises, too many people, having to deal with people, people in general, people telling her she is stupid of subjects she is well versed in, the cold, people hurting the select few she consider friends, being touched by people she doesn't know, herself in general Fears: Failure, marshmallows, life-jackets, friends in danger/dying/pretty much anything bad happening to their friends Significant Trait: Quirky Quotes: “We won and all I lost was my ult and dignity.” (While playing League)
“Get wrecked Cheeky Scrub!” or "GET SHREKED!" (Shredded and wrecked)
”Ugh I’m salter than the Dead Sea right now”
“I WILL MURDER YOU ALL HAHAHAHAHA *Cough*”
”Worth!”
“Wgat?”
”I swear, if we get out of this, I will give you all the back massages you can handle.”
“Hi, I’m insane and I enjoy it.”
"Oh god, not again."
"Hue-huehuehuehuehue"
"Uh ha, whatever you say."
*prompts something about costumes/fashion/sewing/fabric "Ah~Let me see!"
*In the most robot stupid derp voice possible "Maybe we should exit out from the butt."
"Actually..."
"Don't look down on me."
-Screaming-
Steals the quote from her first game she spent too long playing "Courage is the Magic that Turns Dreams into Reality" Theme Songs: Background: Well if you want to know more about Aira, got to go ask her. Or actually, you can ask a certain another person as well.... Information given: Asian Used to be a Costume Designer Currently trying to be an accountant Plays way too much League for a normal person Treats people one way, and then flip flops personality completely Little bit insane, possible to actually completely join the dark side if she felt like it, if they have cookies Stares at the moon too much (Chinese myth of staring at the moon makes you go insane....probably is the reason why) (Prior to story) No more studying please! Aira almost hit herself on the head against the desk she was studying at, around the late night in the university. Most people left the school already but a few stayed to cram for the midterm week coming up. Currently in her year of accounting program, the terms in her business law book made her want to kill the person sitting down the hallway. Instantly regret built up once again for the tenth time this night that she rather be hand-sewing some more trim onto a dress than here. "No, murder after I graduate, not now. Then I can go out and do what I want to do and not what I was told to do" She muttered to herself as motivation, highlighting another line of the textbook in bright neon yellow. Sales of Goods Act is actually pretty interesting if she could just not stop thinking about how much she hates remembering things. Too many terms, not enough time before the midterm. While the girl was almost pulling her own hair out, suddenly there was a blackout in the building. All the lights suddenly shut down as some muttering from the other people who needed the light source to study complained. Instantly on reflex, Aira grabbed her backpack and shoveled her stuff into the opening. No one is going to steal her notes, no one is going to steal anything from her. In the dark, it was fair game, so with the good dark vision she actually have from being close to a window, Aira had a fist ready to punch anyone that comes close. Paranoia kicked in as she cling onto the jammed pack bag waiting for the lights to go on, her eyes shifting back and forth like an animal. She probably even had the teeth clenching snarl expression if it was bright enough to see. Instead of the flickering of the lights cueing the fuse was back on, a bright light did a 1,2 flash and bam! Faster than a Leblanc Distortion trick, she was gone. DIGIMON Name: YukimiBotamon Alias/Nickname: Tear Age:0 Gender: Female Attribute: Fresh: YukimiBotamon Appearance: A fluffy bear head white thing 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: YukimiBotamon -> Personality: So far, from what we know, Tear hates to be treated like a baby/child and is a tiny evil bear head. Strengths: Unknown Flaws: Unknown Likes: Screaming, Being annoying Dislikes: Unknown Fears: Unknown Significant Trait: Annoying Quotes: Theme Songs: OUR STORY ONWARD!
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 12:31 pm
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: Puttimon
Alias/Nickname: Tofu
Age: 0
Gender: Male
Attribute: Data
Fresh: Puttimon
Appearance:
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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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 3:55 pm
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. Digivice Storage: Equipment List: 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.) 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: 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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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 8:38 pm
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. Height: Weight: Body type: Skin type: Eyes: Hair: Clothing: Unusual Marks: 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 Equipment List: 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.  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: ? Likes: ? Dislikes: ? Fears: ? Significant Trait: ? Quotes: Theme Songs: OUR STORY
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