In 2001, the program known as the D-Reaper attempted to delete and absorb both the human and Digital Worlds due to its belief of their going beyond a specific amount of lifeforms, as well as the despair within a one Katou Juri's heart. On both sides, a war raged to stop this creature from destroying everything both existences held dear. Eventually, Japanese children known as “Digimon Tamers” rose up and were able to save Kato Juri, and defeat the D-Reaper. The world was left in confusion as the red mass shrank away from them, and peace returned as suddenly as it had been taken.
Though the Digimon had to return home on that day, they left their mark on this world. Corpses, destruction, scandal, all of these carried on as an event for the history books. Despite this, the games continued, life went on, and the world led on into peace.
Thirteen years after the events of the D-Reaper, something has shaken the evolving Digital World to its core. Whatever that something is, the human world is left defenseless to the tremors of the Earth and the bizarre weather patterns that have begun afflicting it. Odd patches of fog have been appearing frequently all over the world, leaving corpses and destruction in their wake. People have been disappearing. International governments have taken notice and the media has been having a frenzy.
Soon, it will be affecting you as well. The DigiGnomes decree it.
You are a young, or even old, person in New York. Perhaps you have lived here all of your life, or are visiting for an exchange program, or just a lowly tourist. Whatever the case may be, you are here now and that is all that matters. You go about your life as normal, accepting things as they are. Maybe you've kept your eyes on the news and the odd events that have been going on lately. Maybe you hate the news and say: that's crap. It hasn't happened to you, so it never will. That's okay. You're normal right now.
You won't be for much longer.
You're about to be hit (perhaps literally) by something the world was trying to avoid remembering: a Digimon, or even an egg that could be a Digimon. How you take the event is up to you, but I wouldn't recommend running away. With that Digimon will be a strange device, almost a toy. There will also be a diamond pendant of some sort. An odd symbol will be engraved inside it. Try as you might, you will not be able to recognize it. You probably won't be able to recognize much of anything.
Battles await you. So can friendships, romances, developments in ways people haven't thought of in years, not since wars. The worlds are colliding. Get ready.
Soon, the Digital World will be swinging its gates wide open again. Will you be going through them? That depends. Will you live long enough to find out?
ROLEPLAY THINGS OF NOTE
The RP will be done in “episodes”. Typically, an episode will be split into two parts. If there are specific quests or plots that roleplayers suggest or I think of that are important, there will be a spoiler tag for that player. Other players in the roleplay can interfere in these if they want to. That's part of the fun. All suggestions are for VM or PM.
Unless they are mentioned to be played by the GM, NPCs can mostly be played by roleplayers. The same goes for minor antagonists.
IMPORTANT THINGS TO KNOW
Digimon- Creatures made and evolved from data in the network. They are capable of many amazing feats and even evils. Mostly they stay in their own world, but sometimes they seek out humans, mostly for power.
Digital World- The place where everything is currently going wrong and where Digimon mostly live. This incarnation of the Digital World is rather different from the others. Information regarding this can be found here.
D-Arc- The “Digivice” used by a Tamer. Is capable of evolution, data storage, and Card Slash function, as well as a compass and watch. Other features have previously been employed, they just can't be accessed yet. Image here.
Tamer- A human partnered to a Digimon. Can be from a toddler to an old man, though it usually is a title given to children, ironically enough
Card Slash (Digi-Modify)- Digimon trading cards when slashed through the slot on the right slide (in just the right fashion, mind you) are capable of temporarily granting Digimon powers beyond their norm.
Digimon Trading Cards-Trading cards usually used for the Digimon card game now employed in the Card Slash technique. Examples include: Power, Speed, Hyper Wing, Radiant Fate. Full list will eventually be included
Indigo Card- A mysterious card that falls from the sky to unsuspecting humans once in a while. Perhaps it is the initiator of Matrix Evolution. No one knows. But wait... wasn't that what the Blue Card was for?
Four Holy Beasts- Four incredibly advanced Digimon who fought against the D-Reaper many years ago. They've been uncharacteristically quiet in response to these events.
Levels (Japanese/English) -I use the Japanese terminology in regards to this sort of thing but I will provide the English terms barring the D-Arc.
RULES FOR DIGIMON/HUMANS
1. Follow all PC rules. Kind of a given, but still.
2. Bunnying without asking is a no-no.
3. A paragraph to me is about three to six sentences. A post should be at least that, if not higher in regards to PC roleplaying guides.
4. If you want to interact with someone for a longer period of time, either have a joint post or make appropriate length posts with each other. If the other person suddenly up and disappears, at most, you have a week before you ask permission to bunny that person and move on.
5. That being said, one post a week at least. If I disappear, I'll try and leave a short message and explain what to do after that. If you don't appear after a week, I will VM you. Two weeks, you and your spot are gone.
6. No god-modding the fights or... anything. Everyone has their weaknesses.
7. Feel free to offer any new ideas to me. I will gladly take a look at them.
8. This roleplay is rated M for violence and cursing. Keep our romance on the downlow. :D
9. I will be making any final decisions, unless I have a sudden absence in which a temporary one will take my place. I will choose them.
10. If there is a problem, please tell me. I will get back to you as quickly as I can.
11. Break any rule more than twice and I have to boot you. No exceptions.
12. Have as much fun as you can!
SIGN UP STUFF
Sign ups will be taken up to eight days after this is accepted. There will be no reservations so as many people can post sign ups as they wish. I will be choosing them based on quality and how the character will be with others.
After the initial selection, if there are still open slots, any non-accepted members will be allowed to edit their SU to try again while the RP starts. They have until the first episode is finished to do so.
If someone is kicked out, I will VM a non-accepted member and offer them the spot.
SIGN UP TEMPLATE
Evolutions: (Their evolution line, Baby to Ultimate. We never know if those things come up.)
Appearance: (Is there anything different about them, compared to other Digimon?)
Moves: (To find the moves of your partner, DMA-Digidex or Wikimon are good sources. )
History: (If they were an egg, this may not be as necessary, but other than that, what lifestyle did they live? Did they want or need a Tamer? One paragraph minimum)
Personality: (One paragraph minimum, describing how our Digimon acts, what kind of bond they may eventually have with their Tamer, etc.
D-Arc Color/Colors: Up to two
Symbol: A symbol that reminds us of your character's best virtue, their best trait.
RP Sample: Give me a normal day, any day before the big bang occurred. Their time in school, if they go to work, how much they chat with their parents. Did anything weird happen to them before the RP began? Show it off. This will be a deciding factor on my acceptance of your sign-up.)
MY SIGN UP
She is nicknamed Kit for multiple reasons and two are very obvious. The first is that she is small. She is just barely over five feet and by appearances, scrawny,. Her health is perfectly fine however, says the doctor. It's partially due to her high metabolism. At least that's the belief, as he doesn't have any relatives to base it off of that anyone can find. And she's not very interested in finding them either. Her skin is not tanned or affected with the strongest make-up. Like she can afford that, really now. Her breasts, if you really are interested, are small, A cup to be honest. She seems rather plain when you look at other girls she knows
But anyway off of that subject, let us travel to something more interesting: her hair. It is purple, yes purple. To be precise it's lilac and it's very long, running over halfway down her back.There's a funny story to what happened to her originally auburn locks but we shall get to that later. Lark's eyes are a steely blue, usually filled with pure, warm, delight. It is accentuated by the tiniest hint of blush. From what little she knows about make-up, she knows its good to look like there isn't any. Her general appearance is casual.
One of the other reasons she is called Kit is for her hat. Throughout the year she keeps a fox eared fleece hat on her head, ears covered. You read right. It's a rusty red with the ears tipped black. The inside fluff of the ears is white. She will almost always be wearing this and if she isn't, chances are Lark is carrying it. It's her most prized possession, even compared to the sapphire earrings she has on. Yes the hat and hair clash awkwardly. She doesn't care in the slightest. Other than her earrings, Lark doesn't wear any jewelry. The one other important piece is kept hidden.
On her person are some very casual clothes. Since her guardian isn't exactly rolling in the dough, she goes to get some cheaper clothes and... doesn't really know the difference. Her clothes for cooler weather are a teal jacket with a black sleeveless shirt. The pants for this are hunter green and with black running shoes. However, since it's August, we probably won't see any of this. For the summer, you will catch her in a baby blue blouse with loose sleeves and grey dress jeans. Her shoes are white ballet flats. Lark carries around a black shoulder bag, full of various doodles and music and schoolwork and WHATEVER else she can think of. She forgets what's in there most of the time. The other object consistently carried around is her violin case, which rests on her back more often than not.
"Mewri~"- a sound for her to express emotion.
Kit's nickname comes partially from her hat, but it also is because she reminds people of a kitten. Social and graceful, until she is not, she is everywhere she can be one of the many lights of the party... except recently. Her popularity has dropped immensely. However, Kit isn't worried about this at all. Despite her smile being layered with an odd sad sheen, it is always meant to brighten up anybody's day... even if it fails at it. If you are depressed, chances are her nose will sense it, even if she doesn't know you, and Kit will be right there beside you, sometimes babbling and others just sitting there with that quiet patience of an older sibling. It seems like she's getting into things that she doesn't belong in and chances are, that's true. However, Kit can't stand it, the sensation of a lonely heart. From faraway, it seems very selfless. Kit however, is vividly aware of how selfish she is, wanting to keep that pain of loneliness all to herself.
Perhaps animals smell a comrade in arms because she's frequently followed by them wherever they can. She's a bit of a sucker for the big eyed stare and will frequently attempt to tame strays, no matter how much advice that she gets against it. This might be a reason why she's a bit old-fashioned, or maybe that's due to a lack of money. Her cell phone is a cheap pay-by-the minutes phone and she has a very old MP3 player that many of her former friends didn't even know ever existed. It's probably a good thing animals like her; her sense of direction is horrible. Kit still gets lost in her apartment. Not the best person to live in New York.
Kit forgives. Well that's an understatement. To be more accurate, you could stab Kit and she would find a justification in her head and forgive you. She earnestly believes that every person has goodness sleeping within them somewhere and with some time, effort, and faith, they can find out the power within it and use it for themselves. Not to say that means she doesn't know what evil looks like, Kit simply decided very young to look past it and to focus on what else someone could be. She won't hold a grudge and anger is something difficult for her to feel. She believes that by doing so, it will unlock the greatest power to ever exist: magic. White magic, full of hope and joy and faith in miracles. Kit earnestly believes in these kinds of magic, white and black, formed by emotions and dreams and believes a smile is the simplest and best spell. These pure-hearted, almost naive beliefs, formed first as a coping mechanism, have become actual aspects of her being.
Family to Kit is about as normal and straightforward as a raindrop. Exactly. Not knowing her birth family's identities and never really encouraged enough to figure it out, she kind of just lets it slip by. She's curious about people with conventional families, but it puzzles her more than it hurts her. After all, she has Jake and Jake is enough of a family to her. Until Labramon and her friends come along of course. It's why she treasures her hat and her hair.
Well, I've described her philosophy and feelings, but how does Kit act? Earnest, a lover of all forms of art, she lives to exemplify the subtle beauty that encompasses it. Sweet and pleasant but prone to those random outbursts that frequent her guardian, Kit sacrifices formality and proper speech for bright words and lip only smiles. She is never exactly mellow, but her serene confidence in maybe not herself, but certainly her beliefs, reminds people of warm, fair weather. Kit is probably well-known by sight in the city, having run all over it for reasons ranging from helping her guardian's work to running errands or volunteer work. Though if she isn't running, she's playing her violin for everyone to hear.
Despite the exterior she exudes, she is not a leader by any means. She may be able to hold a person up, to stand beside someone despite being alone in the gesture, but don't look to her for major decisions or to step up when you need someone to take the next step. The most you'll get is a half-formed idea. Kit is hopeless at those things and tends to panic a little at the idea. The idea of all eyes on her is frightening and secretly, it is a relief to her that she is alone now. She is simply not passionate enough to throw herself to make people change or to be the symbol for everyone's hopes and dreams. As far as she is concerned, she has barely enough strength to live her own. A part of Kit isn't even sure this life she is living right now is real. She could be, in her own mind, back in that old creaky bed, drowning out the lonely cries of her fellow children with a fairy tale fit for a New York girl who secretly wonders who she is.
Though she'll likely never know it, Lark was born on December 8th in Mount Sinai Hospital to a pair of people deeply involved in their work as designers, hence the... unusual name choice. This hadn't been an accident, but unfortunately they had made a mistake. They had the money for a child, but they most certainly did not have the time or as they would realize, the love. So the young girl was dropped on the doorstep of an orphanage not long after her birth with a letter addressed to her. Even to this day, she has never read this.
That was the beginning of her foster years, the first three being raised by the stern but loved people who worked there. Around the age of four, her first foster home picked her up. She was a good woman, the person who had given her the treasured hat she wears today, well a version of it. However, it didn't last longer than two years, due to the parent leaving for the army and having no other relatives to care for her. Kit was picked up and promptly returned to the orphanage, where she spent the next few years of her life watching others come and go. Not sure what else to do and rather angry with the turn of events, Kit decided to help the staff of the orphanage with the younger children, trying to occupy them and make things less of a hassle. She told them stories and drew pictures, comforting them when they cried. Even though she liked the quiet that appeared from less crying children, a part of her enjoyed their smiles more than that.
Around the age of seven, her heart unconsciously began to resign to staying in that place. That fact in mind, she was enrolled in a public school. The students teased her for her behavior and lack of toys but it eventually died down. She tended to smile at them too much for it to be worth it. This led to small friendships and for about a year, it was a nice careful routine.
One day in the summer that was abrupt visit of a man named Jake Avery, a twenty-five year-old artist. He was a good friend of her initial foster mother, who had died on active duty. In the will left to him and the friends she had made, she asked him to take care of Kit, feeling guilty that she had not been able to do so herself. So, here he was. It wasn't because he was a selfless man who wanted a child. He was a bit too impulsive for that. No, it was in truth because he had planned to marry her so to Jake it seemed like the best way to move forward. The whole affair was rather anticlimactic in all honesty. She, being a child starved for parental attention and having very much loved that woman, was very happy to meet someone close to that. During the long adoption process, he visited and showed her various drawing methods, teaching Kit the various techniques he used and pulling her into the world he lived in. Admittedly it was a rather odd one.
For Kit, though Jake likely hadn't known this, it had rekindled that tiny spark of hope and joy in her heart, a miracle. It unconsciously cemented the beliefs she had told the younger children of. It also allowed her to forgive her foster mother and to mourn her openly. If this hadn't happened, who knew who she would have become? She couldn't believe it and for the sake of her own sanity, a part of her can't.
Around the age of nine, Jake took it upon himself to train the little girl in self-defense. Why? Well, obviously, she's a little girl in the big city of New York. Also, because she's Kit, and even after only a year, she was capable of some ditzy behavior. So... it was better to be safe than sorry. This little girl was quickly taught how to kick your butt and survive in some crazy conditions. She ain't dumb, that is for sure.
At the age of eleven, after they were used to living with each other for quite some time, came... the incident. Not really, it was just that Kit's hair got bleached by accident. How by accident you say? Well, one day while cleaning up, Kit saw the guide and equipment for it while he wasn't home and... well she tried it. The good news: she did it correctly. The bad news: Jake came home and found his surrogate daughter with blonde hair. It didn't look good on her. So, he went to get some hair dye. However, being curious as a kitten, she didn't find anything close to her hair dye and instead got... you guessed it! Purple, rich lilac purple! The rest is pretty easy to guess.
The rest of her life... wasn't all that eventful. She had been forced to switch schools after the adoption and had actually been able to make a few friends that stayed throughout middle school. She still got the teasing, mostly for her hair. However, more people liked it than hated it, claiming she was a real anime character, awesome nickname and everything! Having no clue what that was, Kit tried to learn. Oops. Regardless, her life was quite nice and ordinary.
That took an abrupt change a few days ago when Kit found out she had been accepted into the High School of Art and Design, where Jake had gone. Her friends weren't thrilled, believing she had gotten there strictly with the man's reputation. It led to a petty disagreement and at the moment, Kit hasn't spoken to them since they stopped talking to her. She doesn't really mind however. If it makes them feel better, she doesn't have any qualms. After all, she can still work in the bakery and everyone loves sweets! Right?
Theme: by Yuzuki. Lyrics and translation are found here. Chosen due to her complete trust in others and the power that sharing strength with them can bring. Also picked for its soft and sweet instrumentals.
Other: Kit is a talented violinist and a mildly good artist. She's still working on that, but it's apparently good enough to get noticed every once in a while. Also, she has some rather crazy survival training. We could have a zombie apocalypse and she'd be loaded for bear. Be careful if she gets a shovel.
Appearance: She has the appearance of a Xiaomon, seen here, except there is a purple bandanna on one ear.
"Tummo", releases a high-frequency wave that is an effective charm against evil.
History: Xiaomon has not had a very long history. She's surprised to be alive right now to be honest. Baby 2s aren't exactly known for their stamina and ability to survive. She was hatched in a forest plain of the Digital World and quickly learned the important skill that was running like a maniac. Or in the case of being a Paomon, bouncing like a maniac. She has white and pink fur. People tend to notice that. That was how she spent most of her life, shooting bubbles and running like mad. She knew that she wasn't exactly the strongest monster in the world, but... she never had any idea of what she needed either.
At least until she fell through a crack in the earth. Then, she knew she needed help.
Personality: Xiaomon is rather relaxed, in no hurry to rush in and fight but unwilling to be left behind either. Xiaomon shares traits with the typical Labrador, and possibly the atypical. She is normally beside Kit as a dog would be to its owner, mild-mannered and not chewing on the furniture. She is not the noisy one at her normal stage, preferring to keep opinions to herself except when it comes to Kit. She will scold or praise the girl in equal measures, usually through her wordless sounds.Yes up until her Adult level she can't talk. Kit sometimes understands her... not all the time. She's a very mature or very silly baby. Also, a word of caution: harm Kit and she will go for the kill without looking back. She holds a grudge, despite being the size of a throw pillow.
Location: Blick's Art Supplies
Currently Listening To: Free
Money. It was a rare creature. Jake didn't spend much on himself that he could get away with and Kit tried to keep away from using her own. It wasn't like she earned much. But when she did there were a few things she spent it on, and one of them was art supplies. The others were things of equal nerd joys and gifts, sheet music included.
"Mewrii~" The noise was met with a couple of odd, curious stares, but Kit Felix ignored them with the happy bliss that came from earning something herself. She calmed herself quickly, rummaging through her bag until she found the list she was looking for. She then cycled through the Prismacolor markers and grabbed the ones she needed, mentally calculating. With her purchases in hand she went to the register. The woman there grinned at her, spinning the markers as she scanned them.
"Use up the set again?" Kit smiled softly as she nodded, tugging at the hat over her ears. "My gosh you never get tired of that thing. Don't you have hat hair yet?" Kit frowned curiously as she took out her wallet, shaking her head with earnest confusion. What was wrong with hat hair? It was less frizzy... last she checked. "Well your total is... huh?"
"What's wrong?" the younger teen asked nervously, fiddling with the bills.
The clerk scratched her head, looking bemused. "Well it's saying those markers are over $240,000." Confusion and dismay passed over Kit's face, displayed by her smile slowly drooping to a frown. She would never be able to afford that. "Eh don't worry I remember the price." Thankful, the lilac-haired girl paid and left the store. It wasn't getting dark yet but it was better to be safe than sorry. She adjusted her violin case on her back, leaving the store for the streets outside. She clicked her MP3 player back on and started to hum.
Kit, so deeply into the song she was listening to, almost didn't notice the tank topped figure of one of her former friends about to knock her off the curb. She darted to the left, ignoring the dirty sneer she had just received. It wasn't a big deal really. They wouldn't have gone to the school in the first place. Maybe this could lead the way to new friends. Maybe they liked some of the things she did....
Maybe her phone was buzzing. Moving back a headphone to place the receiver over an ear, she flipped it open. "Jake?" Instantly a shock jolted her ear and she winced, pulling it back. Worriedly, Kit put it back over and a sense of vertigo overwhelmed her senses, causing the young teen to shut her eyes and wince. The sound around her, including in her one earphone, faded into melded babbling and whispers and into white noises. Liquid cement poured into her veins, slowly hardening and numbing her limbs.
Meanwhile her phone was singing in her ear. "We are here~waiting... for you to come~"
"What... Is this?" She tried to step forward, but Kit found her legs were already still.
As if deaf to her pleas, the song continued, shifting voices coldly. "How many mistakes... have I made?" With a great effort, she forced her arm from her ear, letting the phone dangle uselessly in her hand. The song continued to hum until Kit forced it to flip shut. Then the world abruptly returned to normal and Kit stumbled forward. There was a snicker behind her but this was thankfully missed.
"Mewri~" she mused. "That was... odd." With that analysis made, Lark walked the rest of the way home.
At the door to the apartment, she was greeted by the broad chest of none other than Jake Avery. "Hey purple kitty," he drawled slowly, ruffling her hat-covered head. "Find everything?" He reminded her of a wolf, a social Beta level wolf that was more muscular than the Alpha... but not much else. His green eyes sparkled with that cheerful creative gleam. He had a new idea in the works. Tread lightly Kit, lightly.
"Yes sir," Kit replied promptly, following him inside and walking into her small partitioned section of the bedroom. It was painted like Central Park in Autumn, the fiery trees "holding up" a carefully done hammock. She sat down on it, swinging slightly back and forth, almost into her tiny dresser. "The electricity was weird though." Jake reclined against the wall with the loose, earnest smile that she knew best, that she loved best.
"Had that issue earlier myself. Don't try your laptop. The internet's down." Pushing himself off with an "incredible" effort, he winked. "Dinner will be in an hour. The folks below have extra again."
Kit let out a sigh of barely contained bliss. "I love Steak Mac and Cheese!" she told him, causing the man to chuckle.
"Yeah, especially when it's free." He growled out the last word like a hungry animal, causing her to giggle. "Enjoy some drawing kitty kitty." He left, drawing her curtain closed.
As her tiny lamp flickered on and off above her, Kit frowned to herself pensively. "Today was so weird..." Does that mean I will wake up soon? She shook her head. "This is real... this is real..."
She murmured this even as the lamp gave up the fight and clicked off.
1. Lark Cadence Felix (Fuyu)
2. Nikholas Parsson (EliteBeats)
3. Adrian Fitzgerald (YogiOne)
4. Atlas Sky (Yamagi Sosuke)
5. Reserved for heretostay123
6. Kalista Rose (Nickle4Pickle)
7. Noemi Calder (Grif of Hearts)
8. Natalie Delgado (First Snow)
9. Quincy Marley (Nideous)