Digimon Adventure: DigiDestined (OOC + SU) (M)

[moon]

human

Theme song: Run Boy Run by Woodkid

Name: Frederick "Freddy" Goldstein
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Home Town: Ottawa, Canada

Digivice: Primary: teal. Secondary: cream white.

Insignia (Crest): Courage! (or, you know, Compassion works too I guess, "whatever")

Description: Freddy Goldstein is a somewhat lanky teenage boy who hasn't quite begun to look like a man yet. His blonde curls still make girls swoon over him, and even though he isn't particularly interested in return, he still does his best to keep them looking swell. His face is somewhat narrow, and very expressive, with deep blue eyes. If he doesn't know that you are looking, you can easily read his emotions in his face. However, he often conceals it well with a wide, inviting smile. He does not work out more than the occasional skating session with friends or regular evening runs alone, and as such does not possess a very bulky body.

For clothing, Freddy has made it an art to not attract the negative kind of attention, or much attention at all really. He usually sticks to some kind of jeans and simple t-shirts, usually one colored or with simple patterns rather than prints. Over that he wears hoodies and often his favorite black jeans jacket. In colder days, he wears a down jacket instead, along with a long, white scarf. As he grew into a teenager, he started exploring what kinds of trinkets and jewelry guys could wear to seem cool but not too feminine or blingy. He settled for a silvery wrist watch and a collection of subtle necklaces and medallions, both with silver or gold chains and with leather straps. On his feet, you will most likely see a pair of chunky white sneakers.

Personality: At first glance, Freddy comes across as a friendly, perhaps a bit nervous, teenager. He doesn't stick out much and certainly doesn't try to either. He never outright tries to be the leader of a group, but he is very keen on giving everyone a chance to have their say and try to reach a decision that everyone can support. This is probably because he has issues with his self-confidence and worries a lot that others don't see him or like him. As such, he makes sure to see and listen to other weak people in an effort to treat others as he wishes that others would treat him.

He worries much overall, actually. Not just about himself. If he is about to enter a dangerous situation, his mind will race and imagine every bad result that might (and might not) possibly happen. If something happens to a friend of his, he might be overcome with worry to the point that he might not be fit to rescue the friend. This is something he is not proud of, and he wishes that he could be more courageous and selfless.

Thing is, he has always loved stories about heroes. Be it historical figures, superheroes or just the lead character of your average Disney movie. People who forget their own needs and go to any length to help others. He often daydreams about being such a character, but whenever he gets the chance to do something remotely heroic in real life, his pessimism takes over and he hesitates for too long. He certainly isn't a hero, and he is ashamed of how much of a scaredy-cat he can be sometimes. This shame is only further spurring him to try and be a diplomatic, kind and cheerful dude whenever it doesn't require too much of a sacrifice from his side.

In summary, he comes across as a pretty normal teenage boy. Just another guy in the gang, not a hunk but not one of the high school dorks. But underneath, a whirling storm of dreams and fears brews. It may or may not be worth noting also that Freddy isn't sure of his sexual orientation, which is further adding to his insecurities. So far, he has pushed away most romantic or sexual thoughts as soon as they seem to be anchored in real people around him, since he doesn't even really want to figure out what or who he really wants. That would just be diving into a whole new dark ocean, which he doesn't deem himself ready for at this stage in life. But who knows what will happen as his digimon adventure kicks up speed...

His general interests include playing video games (especially RPGs), watching movies and reading books. He even reads history books, but only if there are interesting characters in them. He never played any particular sport or instrument, something he has regretted in later years, but he does appreciate good music. Good meaning music to which he can dream himself away and get completely lost in the sound waves.

History: Frederick Goldstein grew up in a peaceful east Canadian town as the son of two pet shop owners. His parents met when they were college students in the capital city and both dropped out in order to pursue their love for animals instead. Young Freddy grew up surrounded by creatures and learned to care and take care of them. However, since he was so used to animals from early age, he didn't really develop the same love for them as his parents had. Instead, he would rather find them annoying most of the time and never wished for a puppy of his own or something. In school, he was a rather popular kid though, since others always wanted to follow him home and visit the pets in the shop. Freddy, he just took the animals and their unconditional love for granted.

That all changed when his father developed an allergy for animal fur around the time when Freddy was 8. Eventually, they realized that they had to close down the pet shop, because even if Mr Goldstein would get another job and they would sell all the pets they kept at home, he would still feel it on Mrs Goldstein after a day of her working, and he started to become depressed from having his dream taken away. In the end, the family sold the pet shop and moved away, back to the city of Ottawa where they had first met. Mrs Goldstein started working at an aquarium&terrarium exhibition park and Mr Goldstein decided to go back to studying to become an engineer like he had originally planned.

Freddy had to join a new school. Since he was from a much smaller town and had taken most things and friends for granted before, he wasn't sure how to act now. The result was that people found him odd and didn't even believe him when he talked about how many animals he used to have. He became a victim for bullies for years, and resisted it less and less. He never told his parents about it and it was not openly enough done in school for teachers to take particular notice. Instead, he escaped into the world of books, video games and movies, often daydreaming about a better world. A world where he was a defender of all bully victims.

Then, on his 13th birthday, he got Manuela. It was a little lizard that Mrs Goldstein took home from the terrarium, because nobody wanted to buy her there. They called her a freak, since she had three rear legs instead of two, and the third one couldn't even move properly. Freddy had not realized until now, how much he had appreciated having all the animals around when he was a little boy. He took care of Manuela as his own little pet and imagined that she was talking to him when nobody else was near. Encouraging him. And he managed to change his own situation, gradually.

Instead of trying to fight back the bullies and stand for whoever he already was, he started to try harder to be more like them and fit in. It wasn't easy. At the beginning, he got teased even more for trying too hard, for being a wannabe. He started dressing more carefully in the mornings. He made sure to never show any teenage pimples, even borrowing his mother's make up in secret to make sure of it. He never butted heads with anyone, always carefully, a bit too carefully perhaps, going the diplomatic route and come up with retorts and comebacks that didn't really hurt anyone. He was determined to become well liked and accepted.

Manuela only lived for a couple of years. Freddy was rather devastated when she passed, but by then he had turned his high school life around. He was accepted as a reasonably cool dude now. He knew how to tackle bully-like comments in a strategic way so that nobody got hurt in the end, and he knew how to joke around without letting anyone fare ill. It was a delicate balance though, and he was constantly nervous beneath his smiling surface, afraid that he would slip up and be a dork in public, afraid that he would make someone sad or mad and not be able to stop it, afraid that others would stop seeing him at all... And now he didn't even have Manuela to tell about his fears.

When he had turned 16, the Goldstein family traveled to New York City to celebrate New Years Eve there with Mr Goldstein's parents. Mr Goldstein had just finally finished his studies, which had been going on slowly over the last years as he also worked part time to help his wife support the family. He wanted this new year to be special for all of them. A new start. Freddy forced himself to be optimistic about that. If nothing else, New York was probably a pretty cool city.
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digimon

Species: Dracomon/Airdramon most of the time.
Gender: Male

Personality: Derry, as Freddy calls him, is quite similar to his tamer in some ways, but different in others. They often find themselves on the same wavelength in everyday life, and can communicate with grimaces or looks surprisingly easily. Despite looking like a fierce dragon most of the time, Derry's personality is cheerful and compassionate, so he would never question Freddy's actions when they lean in that direction. However, he is also reckless and curious, where Freddy would hesitate or go numb with worry. In this way, Derry can rashly force Freddy into action where the boy usually wouldn't step up. Derry will never hesitate to do anything to save Freddy or someone they care about, like Freddy's family or friends, even if it meant risking Derry's own life. As such, Derry is actually the embodiment of the ideals Freddy value, and even though he gives out to the digimon for being reckless and stupid sometimes, he wishes that he would be more like the little creature himself and doesn't understand how someone as brave and confident as Derry would want to call someone as weak as Freddy his tamer.

Special: Derry starts off as a dragon-like digimon who blooms in the Adult stage as the eager and free soaring Airdramon. Airdramon is more than large enough for Freddy to ride on his back, but not what you'd call huge. When he needs to, he will probably be able to reach Perfect stage MegaSeadramon, sacrificing his ability to fly for more power, defense and greatly increased size. The final stage cannot fly nor is it huge. Instead, this "digimon" will then be packed with tons of determination to protect anyone in need, having had the draconian scales turned into a strong armor and the dragon horn into a flaming sword.

Evolutions:

-Baby/Baby I: Petitmon

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-In-Training/Baby II: Babydmon

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-Rookie/Child: Dracomon

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-Champion/Adult: Airdramon

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-Ultimate/Perfect: MegaSeadramon

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-Mega/Ultimate: Slayerdramon

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RP Sample: From "Curse of Hogwarts".

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Professor Copperkeis / ~8pm / Ravenclaw tower

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"The entrance to the common room is located on the west side of Hogwarts at the top of a spiral staircase, presumably located on the fifth floor, and is a door without a doorknob or keyhole, but a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle. In order to enter the room, a person must answer a riddle asked by the eagle knocker; if they answer incorrectly, they must wait for someone else who gets it right. The Ravenclaw common room is one of the airiest rooms at Hogwarts. It is a wide, circular room with a midnight blue carpet, arched windows hung with blue and bronze silks, and a domed ceiling painted with stars. During the day, Ravenclaw students have an excellent view of the school grounds, including the lake, Forbidden Forest, Quidditch pitch, Herbology gardens and the surrounding mountains. The room is furnished with tables, chairs, and bookcases; and by the door leading up to the dormitories stands a tall statue of Rowena Ravenclaw made of white marble."

Atop the stairs in the western tower, a dog with silky, blonde fur paced nervously back and forth in front of the large door. The eagle's head on the door seemed to follow the creature with its bronze eyes. At last, the dog whimpered and leaped up on two legs. As it did, it transformed seamlessly into a human being - a young woman with yellow hair and large eyes between even larger spectacles.

"It's because I'm stressed!" the professor exclaimed in a blaming tone. "This has got to be the first occasion in all my time at Hogwarts when I don't know the answer!"

The eagle blinked without further comment. It had stated its riddle and gained no correct reply in return. It would not open.

Professor Copperkeis sighed and plumped down on the stone floor with her back against the door, burying her face in her hands. "This is too embarrassing. Too, too embarrassing," she muttered.

It seemed like the Ravenclaw students would have to go through the night without a teacher by their side. Hopefully, nothing would happen though. The boy who had uttered the strange words in the great hall was being kept in the hospital wing for now, so they wouldn't have him to harass about it. But sadly they would not have professor Copperkeis to ask about it either, at least not until she cracked this insane evening riddle and could get in. Maybe she should just go fetch someone calmer and more rational than herself tonight...

She hardly believed herself when she finally stood up and walked away in search of the Headmaster. Too, too embarrassing.



Professor Winter / ~8 pm / Gryffindor tower

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"The entrance to the common room is located behind the portrait of the Fat Lady on the Seventh Floor of Hogwarts Castle. A password is required to enter it. A circular hole is behind the painting leading to the common room. The common room is a circular room where Gryffindor students can relax after a long day of studying. It is full of squashy armchairs, tables, and a bulletin board where school notices, ads, lost posters, etc. can be posted. A window looks out onto the grounds of the school, and a large fireplace dominates one wall. The walls are decorated with scarlet tapestries that depict witches and wizards, but also various animals."

When the Fat Lady's portrait opened for the Head of Gryffindor, a roar of chatter ran him over like a bulldozer. He heard things like "it's gotta be a joke", "my dad will fix this", "will the school close?" and "waaaah" before he sighed, steeled himself and stepped through the small corridor out into the main common room.

A short silence fell as the students noticed the teacher. But Winter knew it wouldn't last long. Despite having done everything he could during his few years as a teacher at Hogwarts to make kids understand that his least favorite thing was to hear about their problems or deal with their shenanigans, it seemed like the most favorite thing of every school kid here was to bring him to the very edge of possible annoyance. And indeed, after the initial silent seconds, at least one kid from every year rushed up to him and bombarded him with questions about the curse and the Ravenclaw boy and everything. He simply wasn't menacing enough to induce respect, it seemed. Maybe he should ask Doress for lessons.

Winter plowed through them, successfully chasing a giggling second year boy off from the biggest armchair with the hint of a growl and seated himself there before replying even a single word. But he would need to tell them something, or this would be a very long night. Oh, well.

Instead of starting to answer any particular student's particular question, he rose from the chair mere seconds after he sat down in it. He climbed up to stand on the soft seat to tower above everyone else, which was an action that made a few pupils raise their eyebrows since they had been told it was strictly forbidden to put your shoes up on the sofa.

"Be quiet!" he said loudly, happy that his mouth managed to voice a more family friendly version of the words that had been in his thoughts. "We don't know anything yet. You should all calm down and try to go to sleep."

"But it's only eight!" some third year girl piped up in defiance.

"Sleep is good for you," Winter countered without even paying her a glance. "If anybody really notices a curse, of any kind, then please stay calm and quiet and let me know. I will be here. Right here. All. Night."

Hoping that he hadn't shown too strongly how he felt about that last part, he sighed once more and sat down in the armchair again as a softer buzz of conversation began to fill the common room. At least the bulldozer was gone. But if Hogwarts was truly cursed, this could turn out to be a very long night.



Professor Roseblunt / ~8pm / Hufflepuff basement

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"The Hufflepuff Basement serves as the Hufflepuff Common Room at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In general, it emphasises comfort, said to be "the coziest common room of them all". It is at one floor below the ground and is very sheltered from the elements, generally allowing students to sleep easier than those in the towers. The entrance to the common room is located "in a nook on the right hand side of the kitchen corridor", concealed behind a stack of barrels. In order to reveal the entrance, no password is required. Instead, one must tap the barrel two from the bottom, middle of the second row, in the rhythm of 'Helga Hufflepuff', which will make the lid swing open, exposing a passageway that will lead to the basement. However, if the wrong lid is tapped or the wrong rhythm is used, the intruder will be doused in vinegar and barred access. The actual basement itself is round, earthy, low-ceilinged, welcoming, warm, and sunny. There are lots of yellow hangings, burnished copper, and overstuffed sofas and armchairs upholstered in yellow and black, and circular windows that provide a vista of rippling grass and dandelions. There is also a large, honey coloured, wooden mantelpiece with carvings of badgers on it. This is located underneath a portrait of the house's founder, Helga Hufflepuff.

Professor Roseblunt entered the common room with a heavily furrowed brow and his old forehead in countless wrinkles. Immediately, faces turned his way and he tried to give them a reassuring smile. Truth was, though, he was seriously worried.

"Now, don't worry, little ones," he said heartily. "Go about your business as usual! We are looking into what happened and I will try to let you have an extra dessert at another dinner to make up for this. Does that not sound good, now, eh?"

He bent down and patted a first year boy on the head. The boy's wide, anxious eyes relaxed a little as he reluctantly moved back to the group that constituted his newfound classmates.

"I will stay here tonight, just so you know!" the professor added over the growing murmur. "Just in case there is something strange going on. But don't worry! Just... I'll be here."

With that, he let out as quiet a sigh as he could manage and leaned against the wall of the normally so warm and inviting common room, overseeing the students moving about. Truth was still, though, that he was seriously worried.



Professor Doress / ~8pm / Slytherin Dungeon

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"The entrance to the common room is located behind a stone wall in the dungeons of Hogwarts Castle. A password is required to enter it; whereupon a passage is revealed leading to the common room. The common room is a dungeon-like room with greenish lamps and chairs. This dungeon extends partway under the lake, giving the light in the room a green tinge. The common room has lots of low backed black and dark green button-tufted, leather sofas; skulls; and dark wood cupboards. It has quite a grand atmosphere, but also quite a cold one. The password to the common room changes every fortnight, and it is posted on the noticeboard. It is decorated with tapestries featuring the adventures of famous Medieval Slytherins."

Unlike some teachers at Hogwarts these days, professor Doress wasn't trying to make friends with her students. She would teach them about Charms, she would teach them to behave, she would teach them what was stupid and what was smart. The least she could demand in return was their obedience and respect.

When her heels drummed against the dungeon floor outside the Slytherin stone wall, everyone in the vicinity of the entrance heard it and their talk died down. They had only been here for mere minutes after having been herded away from the great hall. The sound in the corridor left no doubt about who was coming to visit them now. She seldom did, so the Slytherins instantly realized that maybe this curse thing wasn't as much of a joke as it had seemed.

When she finally emerged from the wall that magically slid back into place behind her, she was pleased to see that she already had the attention of most students in the common room.

"Listen," she said, wasting no time. "There might be trouble brewing."

No use in pretending there was zero risk of the Ravenclaw boy's threat being serious.

"And you will handle it. There will be no panic. You are Slytherins; you should all be clever enough to deal with challenges thrown at you. Yes, all of you," she added to a first year girl who had been about to raise her hand as if she had a question. "To ensure that as little chaos as possible will come out of this, I require that anyone who notices anything different about themselves or a comrade, come forth with it to me. I will stay in the reading room all night."

She motioned, mostly for the sake of the first years, towards one of the smaller rooms connected to the main one.

"And I require one more thing. Don't. Lie."

As she made it clear that her speech was over, she paced over to the reading room and didn't even have to look at the two students who had been seated there to make them nod respectfully (or fearfully) towards her before they piped out faster than a couple of scared eels in water.

The eerie, green light from the sturdy glass windows in the ceiling played on Doress' face as she sat down, locking her gaze on what she could spot of the common room from her seat.

 

[Logical Cabbage]

Finally, I'm done! At least I hope so...

 

[Quest]

@ Logical: Your SU is looking great! However, I suggest that you beef up her personality a bit. I've gotten that she dislikes and doesn't trust most people, short temper, logical, and is on a constant search for the truth. Unfortunately, as you said, her directness often cancels out her logical side.

It seems like there are barely any positives compared to the negatives. In my opinion, there is likely a few more facets of her personality that you can bring out.

 

[Rainflower]

Oh, oh! May I still sign up please? :3 Here's my sign-up sheet.

mirei hoshizawa

Full Name
Mirei Hoshizawa (Kanji: 星澤 美鈴)
Hoshizawa is written with the characters for "star" and "marsh"
Mirei is written with the characters for "beauty" and "bell"

Age
17 years old

Gender
Female

Hometown
Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan.

Insignia/Crest
Light

Digivice
Amaranth with shades of white

Appearance
A fair-skinned Asian girl who stands about 5'3" high. As shown above, her hair is dark and her eyes are dark brown. She's usually shown with a casual set of clothing consisting a blouse and a skirt. Her regular color scheme would be pastels, mostly a combination between cream, pink or soft green. Honey-scented.

Personality
Mirei usually comes across as your usual girl-next-door; she's more on the introverted and a bit of socially awkward type. She's usually nice and friendly, although she can be a crybaby, meek and rather apologetic towards others. She has a lack of self-confidence due to her doting parents and an overachiever older brother who's already in college. The pressure causes her to be lacking in confidence and becomes a bit socially awkward with people because she's a bit too pressured by her 'typical Asian' parents to focus in her academical subjects, not to socialize with others. Aside of that, Mirei is usually a follower, not a leader--again, caused by her lack of self-confidence to lead other people.

Despite her meek personality, Mirei is smart, proven by her high IQ and is a quite of a good observer, but she's definitely lacking in physique as her P.E. score is among the lowest. She's also a bit of an otaku, as she has a huge amount of interest in J-RPGs and such. Real-life mangaka Osamu Tezuka is her idol since young (she loves 'Astro Boy'!) and she somehow aspires to be a mangaka like him. Mirei's most favorite subject in school is probably history; as she stated that history is intriguing and it's fun to know about the past and how to learn to study for the future by learning from the past. Also, she's an honest person who would never cheat and will gladly help anyone in trouble.

As for her romantic interests, she has yet to think of one, as she is so focused with her studies. Thus, she's quite awkward and shy when it comes to opposite gender. She has no close male friend and is a bit teased due to her geeky image, but she has a best friend, her neighbor, Sakurazuka Ayako; who's quite of an opposite to Mirei due to her fashionable personality and her high score on P.E.

History
Mirei Hoshizawa was born as the second child of two, thus making her as the youngest. The Hoshizawa family is known as a rich and intellectual family. Her father was a successful student in his youth and is now working as a law professor in one of the most prestigious university in Tokyo, Tokyo Daigaku University. Her mother is a former psychology student now working as an ordinary housewife. Her brother, Masaki Hoshizawa, is a bright student like his father, yet followed a different path as an engineering student. Mirei herself, is an ordinary high school student attending Touyou Eiwa Jougakuin, a prestigious all-girls private high school located in Roppongi, Tokyo.

Her childhood was normally spent like any other young girls of her age; having many playmates, surrounding herself with dolls and plushies and reading a lot of storybooks. At the age of 10, she found herself liking a lot of Japanese mangas and animes, especially of those such as Astro Boy, My Neighbor Totoro and many others. She passed her elementary school brightly, but how her parents would act towards her changed during her middle school days. They put quite a lot of pressure towards the girl, constantly wanting her to aim for the best in her class no matter what. She would get scolded whenever having a mark below 70. Her father was less strict than her mother, though.

And above all, it went more serious when she passed through her middle school period and entered high school. She moved from a heterogenous middle school to attend a privileged all-girls high school. She found it hard to make friends as people labelled her as 'no fun' and 'geeky', because of her awkward yet a bit overachieving personality. Due to this Mirei was a victim of bullying back in her junior year. She couldn't stand up for herself and did not fight back. Those incidents nearly made her wanting to quit school. But of course, Mirei wouldn't be able to go through it all alone, since one of the nicest girl among the students, named Ayako, helped her and became best friends with her. Coincidentally, she was one of her neighbor. Thanks to Ayako's help, Mirei went through the bullying and now had gained respect from most of the students, since she proved herself to be one of the brightest student in their year.

Partner

Kudamon - The Wise One
Gender: Male.​

Like his title, Kudamon is a wise and amiable being. He usually acts calm and collected, even facing a more dangerous threats and Digimon with higher levels. Aside of his amiable disposition, he is usually shown as polite, soft spoken and is as cultured as human, as he expressed interests towards Japanese and samurai cultures. His calm and collected attitude would usually help Mirei to get over her nervousness and timid behavior. Kudamon's loyalty towards its partner is unquestionable, though his stoic attitude sort of makes it hard to tell. It is somehow confusing to tell his gender because his deep-yet-ambiguous voice, but it has been made clear already as he stated that he's a male. During his time with Mirei, he usually coils up around her neck, which makes him as an useful disguise of neck warmer/scarves.

Evolution Line
Baby I/Fresh: Pafumon

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Baby II/In-training: Kyaromon

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Child/Rookie: Kudamon

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Adult/Champion: Reppamon

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Perfect/Ultimate: Qilinmon

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Ultimate/Mega: Sleipmon (it's Kentaurosmon but I prefer to refer him as Sleipmon)

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RP Sample
(taken directly from the rp Begin Again.)

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"Momo, use Flame Wheel!"

A wheel of fire charged through a swarm of bee Pokemon with two large stingers on each hands; those are Beedrills. These Bug-type pokemon are obviously weak to Fire-type attack, much to their advantage. Her trusty partner, Momo, really knew how to do it. Being faced with a wheel of blazing fire, the Beedrills who tried to attack them earlier panicked, and immediately flew away from their direction—to another depths of Viridian Forest. Momo the Monferno, proudly puffed up his chest after he landed on the ground, successfully fended off those Beedrills. "That was amazing, Momo. Thank you... You can have this."

The redheaded young girl patted the young monkey Pokemon's head, giving him his favorite Cheri Berry as a reward. Momo happily took it and immediately savored the sweetish spicy taste of the Cheri Berry that his trainer awarded. They were now standing in the middle of the forest, with Tricia trying to locate their current whereabouts. Viridian Forest was one huge place with its natural maze made of trees and bushes; not to mention the Pokemon that live here were often aggressive. Thankfully, the presence of Momo, a Fire-type Pokemon, was one big help since the majority of Pokemon they encountered earlier were mostly Bug-types.

Well, they are on their way to Pewter City, as her objective for going through the forest was actually to beat the Pewter Gym.

As they walked through the forest, the path was split into two. She could pick either going left or going right, but where would it take them? She didn't know for sure. "Hey, Momo... where do you think should we be going?" The monkey Pokemon was still busy with his berry, but he noticed his master was asking for his opinion, so he tilted his head left and right—seemingly thinking where to go next. "Kiii!" His finger pointed out to the right path. "Um, are you sure?" The redheaded girl asked. "It might takes us to somewhere we don't—"

BZZT! BOOM!

Loud noises can be heard from the left path of the crossroad. "W-what was—?" Tricia immediately took a notice and looked at the left path. Her feet were seemingly ready to dash to the noise's source. "Let's take a look." Nimbly, the young girl ran to the path where it would lead her to the noise. Momo quickly caught up with his trainer after finishing his berry. She dashed through the array of trees and bushes, until the path leads her to a scene where three Pikachus were seemingly attacking two trainers and their respective Pokemon partners. Though she didn't even know both of them, it's necessary to help—one of them was even shocked by a Pikachu!

"Momo, use Mach Punch!"

"Kiii!" Momo let out a loud battlecry before using one of his fists to threw a quick punch to one of the wild Pikachu which was attacking the trainers. It was quickly knocked out with a punch, leaving two Pikachu left to fight.

"A-are you okay?" The redhead tried to check on the girl who was shocked by Pikachu's attack earlier. For her, it is necessary to help people in trouble—though it's not even someone she knows or even someone she had just met accidentally, like what she did right now.

ETA: Completed, yay \o/

 

[Ozymandias]

This is probably the fastest SU that i've ever completed XD But Voila! It's pretty much done. Kirkypoo if you got any critiques go ahead and tell me so that I can fix them.

P.S. @Rainflower good lord your character's picture <3

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Wesley "Wes" Phillips

Age: 19
Gender: Male
Hometown: Altoona, Alabama
Insignia/Crest: Knowledge
Digivice: Black & White

Description:
Standing at exactly six-foot-four, Wesley is a little over the average height for males his age. While he does appear rather slender the young man has built up quite a bit of lean muscle from hours upon hours of manual labor on the family farm. His skin is a creamy tone of white that looks just as ordinary as the rest of his appearance. He keeps his light brown hair quite long and unkempt, opting out of styling it in favor of letting it grow as it pleases.

As for his apparel, Wes tries to stay on the classier side of the spectrum. On days he is going out he dresses in a standard button down complemented with a tie and most often a jacket or sweater over it. Along with that he dons a pair of chinos, slacks, or jeans depending on how he feels. When relaxing or working he bears a loose fitting flannel shirt with another shirt underneath. A pair of jeans and tan work boots compliment the strangely rugged look that he sports. The one constant in each and every one of Wesley's outfits are his jet black glasses, a result of the bad eyesight which runs throughout his mother's family line.

Personality:
As his crest implies, Wesley is on a search for knowledge. Ask him about anything and he could spend thirty minutes going on about the subject in his thick southern drawl. Whether it be the fundamental aspects of how the "pick and roll" works in basketball or how the flight of a plane is achieved, the potential of gaining further insight on anything and everything excites the young man. He's like a sponge that soaks up all that he reads, hears, and sees. However, unlike many other knowledge seekers of the world, Wes is able to apply the information which he takes in. After researching for a couple months about the basics of basketball (and a few days practicing) he was able to effectively post up on just about anyone that tried to guard him.

Despite all this, the pursuit of knowledge on a given topic is more often than not ended after some period of time as he inevitably becomes bored with a subject he is studying. Much like a child throwing a toy once they are done playing with it, Wes tosses aside a topic which disinterests him. A prime example of this behavior is when after becoming the starting power forward for his school's basketball team his sophmore year he inexplicably quit after the season, only staying on as a favor to the team's coach. He could tell you the in's and out's of early Mesopotamian governments, but he dropped that like a bad habit after only two months. The level of expertise on the variety of topics that he has is quite spectacular, but none have quenched his thirst for knowledge thus far.

However, the one topic that Wesley has not grown bored of is other people. While not blessed with the greatest of social skills he enjoys observing other people and how they interact and react to certain things and situations. He also enjoys spilling out his knowledge on certain topics, brilliantly explaining them, although in casual conversation he is not able to function nearly as well.

History:
The son of a farmer's daughter and a man that never seemed to be around, Wesley Phillips was born in the small city of Altoona, Alabama. His parents had met each other at some concert and "fell in love" for a couple months during which he was produced. After his father found out about him he swiftly abandoned Wes' mother, leaving her to return back home to the Phillips Family Farm. For most of his life he lived on his grandparent's farm on the edge of town, with his mother and both of the elder Phillips. His "ma" as he called her worked out in town as a hostess of the local Ihop while his grandparents worked on the farm, bringing in the bulk of the income. The family's relationship was extremely close as grandpa took on most of the fatherly duties while ma and grandma doted on the boy.

From even a young age it was apparent that Wes was an incredibly curious boy. Before he could even speak, he'd be outside observing a certain plant for hours, feeling it's texture, smelling its scent, and much to his mother's dismay often taking a huge bite out of it. He'd obsess over the plant for weeks until just replacing his fixation with a new organism. The pattern became a fairly amusing routine for the rest of the family, while it became a pattern that he would follow for the rest of his life. Once he was able to read and speak he would spend hours upon hours taking in information. Instead of doing his chores, he would be reading a book on the structure of a birds skeleton. The combination of both his astonishing natural intelligence and his extreme love of learning would prove to be pretty incredible.

By the time he had reached high school he was very well versed on a ridiculous amount of topics and was balancing his life ridiculously well. Over the years his grandfather had grown rather sickly, so Wes had taken over most of the manual labor on the farm. He was aceing all of his classes and would join any teams or clubs that involved a topic he was interested in at the time. Combined with him obsessing over a certain subject, it was a wonder that he didn't just crash from all the energy spent.

While not too popular, Wesley finished his senior year with a 5.0 and at the top of his class. He was ranked within the top ten students of the nation and received a full ride scholarship to Columbia University in New York City which he currently attends.

Gomamon​

Gender: Male

Personality:
Gomamon is almost entirely the opposite of everything that Wes is. Wesley is extremely intelligent, seeking to learn as much as possible, and often very uptight. Goma is extremely simple-minded and could be the seen as the Laozi of Digimon, preferring to let things go with the flow and following what he calls "The Way". Although the Digimon is reluctant to get into a fight his "physical" strength is on par with Wes' intellectual ones.

Evolutions:

• Baby/Baby I: Pichimon
• In-Training/Baby II: Bukamon
• Rookie/Child: Gomamon
• Champion/Adult: Ikkakumon
• Ultimate/Perfect: Zudomon
• Mega/Ultimate: Vikemon

RP Sample:
http://www.pokecommunity.com/showpost.php?p=8369430&postcount=16

 

[Legend]

Name: Aleksander Argov
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Home Town: Moscow, Russia
Insignia: Courage
Digivice: Red and Yellow

Description:

Spoiler:

Standing at a fairly impressive 6 feet and 4 inches (193cm) and weighing in a little shy of 190 pounds (85kg), Aleksander is a young man with a larger frame, reflecting his Russian genetics though does not pack much more muscle than your typical passerby, only bothering to go to the gym on a semi-regular basis. His heritage is further imbued into his facial features with shaggy dark brown hair brushing across his light blue eyes. Aleksander's nose is somewhat larger, appearing almost crooked when people look straight on. He has thin lips, which are rather commonly closed due to Aleksander near permeant grimace, and a rather narrow jawline. If it wasn't for the light scruff that adorns his face, one would confuse Aleksander for a younger man.

Fortunately, Aleksander does what he can to dress as an individual for a few more years of maturity, sporting a style more common with business professionals rather than a university student. Aleksander favors button down dress suits (typically keeping within grays and blues), wearing darker blazers over them to complete the image. Pants vary in his wardrobe, wearing dress pants in times that call for it, but favoring blue denim jeans for a more casual style. Aleksander hardly journeys into accessories, though he has invested in a rather expensive silver watch to keep the time instead of ogling his cellphone at all times.

Personality:
Aleksander is a individual that likes to believe that his heart in the right place. He strives to do what he feels is the right thing and does his best to follow the rules so he can do it in the best way possible. He tells the truth, stays true to his promises, helps those in need and is outspoken towards injustice(s). In essence, Aleksander consciously does his best to be an honorable and compassionate man, driven by staunch ideals and a compulsion to fight the good fight.

With a strong, moral character, Aleksander puts others before him valuing groups and society over his own needs. He is selfless and cares about others a great deal. It is rare for him to not go out of the way for others, assisting many with even the most rudimentary of problems. Ideally, Aleksander would say, that society would engineer itself to care for such issues bringing forth Aleksander's passion for change. Aleksander firmly believes in the betterment for society to establish a more helpful order, developing a grander sense for the man: society over the individual.

Aleksander's selflessness is perhaps his greatest downfall as well. With little self interest, Aleksander is often the last to think for himself, rarely giving himself the time of day to relax or care for his own needs. In fact, Aleksander is more than willing to put himself in danger if the situation calls for him to act, especially in situations in which the injustice is so great that he has to act. Subsequently, such he ever fail, Aleksander will often beat himself up over it, questioning how he failed and what he could of done to change it. When the going gets tough, Aleksander may not be necessarily to get tougher.

With others, Aleksander is dutifully respect, speaking properly until more kindred relations are established, in which he will shift to more colloquial terms. Yet, Aleksander is good with reading people and may shift earlier in order to befriend someone quicker. Hardly seeking any degree of conflict, he prefers to make friends and speak through stressful situations rather than be combative, seeing communication as the best way to address problems. However, Aleksander will fight if needed, despite not being the best combatant around. Aleksander much rather be a friend than an enemy.

History:
Despite being raised in city of Moscow, Russia, Aleksander was actually born in the city of San Francisco, California in two loving gay men through in vitro fertilization (in layman's terms, a test tube baby). Following his successful birth and a number of tests to ensure his good health, his parents moved to Moscow, Russia for business and financial regions. There, Aleksander's life was, generally speaking, nothing to really sneeze at. He developed to be a smart, reasonable young man who earned high marks and made his fair share of friends. And while, the prospect of having two fathers did not weigh heavily on the young man, it stirred up a few issues with his friends' families. Aleksander, even at a relatively young age, defended his family when he could, despite his innocence and lack of empirical knowledge on the topic. His parents endured it well enough.

But things began to develop into more significant issues as Aleksander grew older. Due to the social issues and Russian views on same sex couples, Aleksander's family could not willingly endure the mounting pressure. In a rather rash decision, Aleksander and his family moved back to the United States when he was about 14 years of age, settling back in San Francisco. Having a U.S. citizenship, Aleksander was able to meld back into the American culture well enough, though his English was not exceptional. In due time and diligent study, Aleskander was able to develop his bilingualism rather well, even if his accent was not completely purged right away. Shifting to American schools, Aleksander was able to succeed after a rocky start and bore witness to many of the same issues as he grew more weary of the difficulties that faced his family. While San Francisco was fairly accepting of his family, he noticed that other cities throughout the country were not so keen. Aleksander slowly made the commitment to stand up to such injustices…and it began to encompass many more.

Aleksander's later high school years found him standing up to a myriad of social, political and economic issues that concerned him including the treatment of all minorities, the divided political system in the US, education, poverty, etc. He became involved in a number of school and community programs, began volunteering, and became an active member of the community. By the time, he was able to apply to college and scholarships, Aleksander had many options but eventually settled on attending New York University, believing he could make a major difference if he attended a prestigious university in one of the largest cities in the world. There, he spent the first year of university adjusting to the college (and independent) life and involved himself in a number of clubs in order to find out how to best make that difference he so proudly wishes to make.

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Species: Gabumon
Gender: Male

Personality: Gabumon is much like his partner, though distinctly more aggressive in his chase for justice. Gabumon seeks to do the right thing in many cases, though he is tends to be more reckless and more willing to push the limitless of what is right and wrong, often neglecting any laws or traditions that are in place to make sure society is functional and orderly. In a sense, Gabumon respects justice but not the machinations to develop one's sense of it. Gabumon, in turn, is willing to engage in conflicts where as Aleksander is far more determined to avoid it.

Evolutions:
Punimon: http://wikimon.net/images/a/a0/Punimon.jpg
Tsunomon: http://wikimon.net/images/0/08/Tsunomon2.jpg
Gabumon: http://wikimon.net/images/7/71/Gabumon.jpg
Garurumon: http://wikimon.net/images/5/57/Garurumon.jpg
Were Garurumon: http://wikimon.net/images/8/8f/Weregarurumon.jpg
Magna Garurumon: http://wikimon.net/images/3/3d/Magnagarurumon.jpg

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

Out of context fight scene from One Piece. Um, enjoy?

Wright D. Morgan vs. Millionth

THUD.

Morgan sunk into a crumbled position with his nose oozing blood from a stiff punch to the face. He instinctively popped it back into place with a crunch and a flinch, with a shiver sent through his spine. Millionth, his opponent, parted the smoke with his stride, emerging from the cloud. His eyes glowed ominously as he stood before Morgan, as if motioning to accept his surrender. Morgan was not about that.

He forced himself up, popping his neck as he did. "Alright, what do ya say to taking off the practice gloves?" Morgan cracked his knuckles and took a makeshift-fighting stance. Millionth did not move. He stood erect, stoic and solid. Is he even taking me seriously? I mean, he has shrugged off pretty much everything I threw at him, but it doesn't mean I can't hurt him. It just means I haven't tried hard enough. Morgan, with a burst of flame at his feet, launched himself at Millionth, knocking the tall figure with a boosted knee to the face. As he flipped around, he made a sweeping motion, trying to knock him off his feet. Millionth took a tumble, and as he fell to the ground Morgan prepared a ball of fire to overwhelm the Unit member. The hallway drowned in flames with fire pouring out of every window and crevice of the tower.

Morgan panted, trying to catch his breath, as the large figure stepped through the flames. Millionth's trench coat was noticeably burnt and his armor seemed to take some damage, but Morgan was becoming dismayed.

"Resistance is futile," Millionth said, his voice sounding cold and robotic.

"Fighting me is futile" he boldly stated. Tossing another fireball at the large body, Morgan took a leap back and charged up what fire he could as he recollected himself. Yet Millionth was a half step faster and closed the distance. He delivered a stiff fist to Morgan's stomach, winding the pirate.

Hunched over, Morgan couldn't defend the onslaught of blows that followed. Millionth took hold of Morgan and threw him into the nearest wall, kneeing him again before hurling into the ceiling and then floor. Morgan fell limp like a ragdoll, his body battered but not quite broken. The glossy stare was enough to give him some situational awareness. As Millionth went for a vicious curb stomp, Morgan rolled to one side. Millionth went for the same attack again and Morgan rolled to the other. Morgan leaned back and kicked Millionth directly at the side of his knee. The knee buckled and Millionth collapsed to his knees. Morgan leapt away, giving himself space for the first time in the entire fight.

My fire is getting to him, but barely. But what is more concerning is the fact he can touch me. And any time he manages to pull that off, I get all weak kneed. Wait a minute…his armor! It's made of sea stone!

Morgan squinted, as Millionth seemingly put his knee back together. His eyes glowed as he stood up straight. Morgan burst himself into a hot flame. Well, he may have the advantage, but all I gotta do is melt his armor. And then bam. No more sea stone.

Morgan and Millionth charged at one another. One a solid wall of armor. Another a mass of flames. The forces clashed with flashing lights. Millionth and Morgan exchanged blows, matching each other almost perfectly. For every amplified fire fist Morgan landed, Millionth struck the Burning King with slug of his own. The hallway erupted with sparks flying everywhere. The echoing sounds of armor chinking filled the air.

As Morgan went put everything he had into one lunge, Millionth nimbly dodged it, crunching Morgan with an elbow and knee combination. Morgan groaned in pain and the towering armored behemoth caught his body and flung into a wall again before throwing him aside like a piece of dirty laundry. Morgan spat blood out and his eyes were filled with anger. He put his hands together and gathered a sphere of flames together. As the flames grew larger and hotter, he spread his hands further and further apart. Millionth paused and observed silently. Soon, it was as if a small sun had been shaped in Morgan's hands.

Smirking confidently, Morgan charged forward at Millionth and leapt in the air, heaving the gathered flames above his head. "Wrath of the Sun!" Morgan roared, driving the attack into Millionth's chest. As he poured the attack into Millionth's direction, the small sun burst into a controlled explosion, searing everything it saw in front of it. Luckily for everyone in the area, the attack was directed at the outside wall, melting everything in its path. The tower shook violently with the explosion and a torrent of flame soared through the sky, as droplets of fire fell down into the city.

Morgan stood motionless, heaving deep breaths as he fell back. He sat down, hanging his head low as fatigue overwhelmed him. It was difficult to catch much oxygen as black smoke and dust had filled the air, however the strong winds provided by the elevation gave way to a quick clearing of the area. But then his eyes widened. Millionth emerged from the clouds of debris. His armor severely damaged, but in its wake was not blood or guts. Not even flesh. Instead, it was circuitry. Melted wires and sputtering electrical sparks made way for broken bones and open wounds.

"What the f-" Morgan found himself spitting as Millionth dashed forward and swung with a savage right hook. Morgan crashed into the ground, the pavement giving way to his face. Grabbing his leg, Millionth swatted at the chipped walls and damaged floor with Morgan's body, before heaving the man close the edge of the newly carved out hole. Morgan practically vomited because of his freshly discovered fear of heights, before Millionth forced him to his feet.

Millionth battered him with a series of strikes to the body before clutching his throat with both hands, drawing out Morgan's last gasps of air. The man struggled to find any way to breathe as the android aimed to literally squeeze the dying breaths out of the pirate. Morgan's thoughts raced in a chaotic wave of events. It was if his mind wanted to escape to a more peaceful time. He remembered the days when he first set out as a pirate and his rivalry with Edward, even if it was more Edward always chasing after him. He remembered the rise of "The Burning King" and his battles with Kiba. He remembered getting caught. Each of these memories bought a strange feeling to him. It was mostly anger, or maybe it was frustration. All he could feel was his teeth clenching and his body tightening at the mere flashes of these memories. But then, there was a shift. He loosened up. The struggle before him wasn't as intense. A new flood of memories. Very recent ones in fact. His breakout. The battles on Duke Island. Mindlessly wandering Dinas. They were but a fraction of his life, but strangely, it was uplifting. It was the most fun he had since his days under Captain Harper.

Morgan placed his hands under Millionth's arm and lifting his legs to his opponent's armored face. Morgan pulled and yanked, using all his strength to press himself free from the ironclad grasp of Millionth. Finally, Morgan propelled himself out of Millionth's grasp, promptly crashing to the floor and nearly off the tower from the freshly made hole in the wall. He barely gathered the strength to catch himself with his right hand, slowly pulling himself up before Millionth suddenly snatched him by the arm. However, Morgan read the move and with his free hand grasped a loose rock his other hand, bashing Millionth across the face with it. Rocketing himself with a small explosive jet of flames, Morgan shoulder based Millionth into the far wall with a crunch. Millionth recoiled slightly before grabbing Morgan and planting into the ground with a vicious throw.

Morgan felt his body crumble, but as Millionth lifted him by the leg, he fired a fire blast that consumed much of Millionth and launched him back with surprising force. Morgan tried his best to return to his feet and directly engage Millionth but he has feeling the battle chipping away at him. Millionth, in turn, seemed half a step slower as well. The two paused for a bit, each doing what they needed to collect themselves. Yet, the pause lasted only a second as the two leapt at each other and engaged in a fierce duel. Morgan did what he could to dash around Millionth, using his speed to dodge Millionth's lunges and strikes. Fire boosted leaps and dodges gave way to fire blasts and torrents of flame. Millionth endured the blows, his sea stone body resisting much of the wear and tear. There was a moment where Morgan firmly believed his tactic would work, as Millionth's circuits seemed to almost turn to ash.

But then, Millionth analyzed the battle. He knew what he needed to do. And how he needed to do it. As Morgan danced around a straight left and leapt over the machine, a nimble and solid back kick shot through Morgan's body. He felt his ribs rack under the force and his body grew limp as he fell back to the earth. As Morgan struggled to sit up, Millionth loomed over his body and simply punched Morgan into submission.

The lone right punch seemed to the do the trick, but Morgan's foul gesture that quickly followed only served to anger the machine. Millionth prepared another fist to finish the pirate, but out of the corner of its eye, it caught the sight of a woman.

Kasumi Kobushi.

 

[Andydemon]

Name: Alexander "Alex" Wesker

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Home Town: Kyoto, Japan

Insignia (Crest): Cunning

Digivice: Purple and Lavender

Appearance: Alex stands at about five feet, six inches. He has a normal skin complexion and short black hair hair. He is heterochromic, with his right eye being blue and his left eye being green, though he can see perfectly fine out of both. He always gives an arrogant or uncaring laid back look unless he's genuinely worried or angry, which rarely happens. He's has a slim build, but is still perfectly fit. He's inherited his father's Caucasian facial features.

For clothes, his casual wear is a black t-shirt with Japanese characters that read "Fuma" on the front, and black jeans. He also wears a black jacket with a fur hood, but he only puts the hood on when the weather becomes unbearably cold for him, which is rare. He also wears black shoes with white socks. His only accessory is a locket around his neck which contains a photo of him and his younger sister, which he only allows a very select few to see. On his person he typically carries around a deck of cards and a switchblade, while he's skillful with the switchblade he only uses it in self defense.

Personality: Alex is a wildcard individual. He mostly keeps to himself and almost never discloses what's on his mind until he feels the time is right, so it's difficult to tell what he'll say or do next. He's clever in his words and mannerisms and tends to be a smooth talker. He gives off the sense that he's always hiding something.

When talking to others, depending on who he interacts with Alex opts to sound calculating and sophisticated at some times, and straight up insulting in others. He let's others know whether he respects or dislikes them and acts very differently towards either side. Around people he respects he simply expresses his respect for that person and gives advice to them when asked. Towards people he doesn't like he notes his disdain towards them with condescending remarks. However, he knows when the time and place for such insults is and will keep them at bay until a more appropriate time if the current situation doesn't call for them.

Alex tends to be laid back in most situations. Even during times where he's in danger he takes it with a smile and even a laugh when he's either unimpressed or things start going his way. Though he's intelligent he gets bored very easily. If you try to tell him something he's not interested in or something he already knows, he'll quickly fall asleep. If he hears something that peaks his interest, he'll listen intently.

The only person Alex openly cares about is his little sister, Alice. When she's around Alex acts like a different person entirely, being a considerate, protective and caring brother. It's only during situations that pertain to Alice is when Alex acts like a normal person. This is because deep down this is the kind of person Alex really is, he just doesn't know how to act this way towards others so he puts on a wildcard persona as a front. In reality, he hopes to be more open towards others someday.

History: Alex was born in New York City under an American Father and a Japanese Mother. In his early years his Mother would teach him Japanese, so he has been fluent in that language as well as English. In addition to that, his Father got him into playing Soccer, which would become one of his favorite hobbies.

When Alex was 8-9 years old, his sister Alice was born. But it was shortly after that that Alex's life took a turn for the worst. During a soccer game someone kicked the ball out into the street nearby, Alex had gone to get the ball and in doing so wound up in the path of a speeding car. His father managed to push Alex out of the way of the vehicle at the last second, but was ran over himself in the process. Faced with grief from her lose, Alex's mother decided to take him and sister and moved to her home town in Kyoto, Japan.

Having spent most of his life in America by the time he started living in Japam, Alex had a hard time adapting to life in Japan. Even though he knew Japanese, interacting with all these new people was difficult for him. To make matters worse, Alex blamed himself and his own carelessness for his father's death, leading him to feel guilt driven depression. By the time he was a teenager he had adapted a more wild card-esque personality, seemingly to help cope with his issues. Though he didn't hurt anyone without reason, he had started building a reputation for beating up bullies and winning against most students in various games, particularly Soccer, as a means of entertainment, and it was even rumored in his school that he secretly instigates most, if not all, of the gang fights around town to amuse himself. Throughout it all the only people Alex could be open to were his Sister, Alice, and his Mother.

Once Alice had gotten to a certain age, Alex and Alice's mother decided to make it an annual routine to visit their father's grave. This visit to New York would take place on the day of his death. As this day was soon approaching in this year, Alex went with his Mother and Sister to New York to visit his father's grave.

Partner
Species: Renamon
Gender: Female

Personality: Renamon is more or less the opposite of her partner. Whereas Alex is talkative and laid back, Renamon is quiet and serious. She often keeps to herself and doesn't talk much unless she's being spoken to or she has something to say. She also tends to keep herself hidden from others, unless the people she's watching are aware of her presence she will often watch Alex from a distance, only appearing whenever she believes he's in some kind of danger or Alex himself signals her to come out. When she is in a conversation, she takes a 'no-nonsense' kind of attitude and has little tolerance for jokes, though she tolerates Alex's smooth talking despite her disdain for it. Nevertheless, she's curious about Alex and his unusual behavior compared to most humans and cares about him as her partner, therefore she will go out of her way to ensure his safety even at the cost of her own.

Evolutions
-Baby/Baby I: Relemon
-In-Training/Baby II: Viximon
-Rookie/Child: Renamon
-Champion/Adult: Kyubimon
-Ultimate/Perfect: Taomon
-Mega/Ultimate: Sakuyamon

RP Sample: From Digimon Reconnect: DSA on the Serebii Forums

Spoiler:

Alex Wesker and Renamon
en route to Alex's house

After Alex expressed his happiness over finally getting a mission he soon noticed someone else nearby. Seeing that it was Ali he said to him "Ah Ali, fancy seeing you here."

Ali approached him and Renamon telling Alex "Hey. While I appreciate your decision to stand up for the weak, fighting a bully does them no good. Instead that person is just going to be in a world of hurt the next time they run into the bully, and you're not going to be there next time either. Find some other way to help."

Alex kept his nonchalant smile as he replied "You opened up just to tell me that? Come now Ali, you think I don't know what I'm doing? I deal with people like Hiroshi all the time, I'm not gonna let anything happen to that kid."

Once Ali had left, Renamon told Alex "Though I don't oppose your actions Alex, I believe Ali has a point. You aren't always going to be there to help someone when they're getting hurt by others."

Alex simply put his hands in his pockets telling Renamon "Well, I'm only one person right? I can only do so much on my own. But someone's gotta put bullies in their place."

Alex's House

Once they arrived at Alex's House, Renamon vanished. She knew Alex didn't want anyone in his family to see her.

Alex walked up to the door and opened it before calling out "I'm home."

After he said this, a little girl who was around 8 years old appeared. As soon as she saw Alex she ran up and hugged him saying "Big brother, your home!"

Alex put his hands on his sister's shoulder and said "Haha, hey there Alice." He knelt down to look Alice in the eye before asking her "Was everything alright today?"

Alice nodded to her brother and told him "Uh huh!" Before going back into the house.

As Alex followed her inside he asked her "Is Mom home or is she working late again?"

Alice turned around to face Alex and told him "Ya, she got called in late again, she won't be back for a while." Shortly after she told him this she started coughing.

This prompted Alex to walk up to Alice and ask "Alice! Are you alright? Having you been coughing a lot today?"

"No..*cough*... just once earlier today *cough cough*" Alice replied.

Alex spent the next couple hours looking after Alice until she told him she was getting tired, at which point he lead her to bed. As he tucked her in he decided to tell her "Listen Alice, some people are gonna need my help tonight so I'm leaving soon. Will you be alright by yourself?"

As she laid there Alice smiled at Alex and said "I'll be fine, it makes me happy when you help people...Good night Big Brother."

"That's why I do help people....Good night Alice." Alex replied. He made sure Alice had fallen asleep before leaving.

En Route to DSA Headquarters

As soon as he walked outside, Renamon reappeared beside Alex and said "That girl appears rather frail, even for a child."

"Alice has been sick ever since she was a baby, she's gotten better over the years but whether or not she'll fully grow out of it is still uncertain." Alex told Renamon. Wanting to change the subject, Alex decided to ask Renamon "So this mission, think you'll be able to handle it?"

"I have much experience in fighting from my time in the Digital World. I will not disappoint you." Renamon replied.

Alex chuckled at this response and told Renamon "Now now, Let's not get too cocky my dear Renamon. If we finish the mission too soon then it won't be any fun." He stretched his arms out and yawned before saying "I wonder if I'll have time to take a nap when we get to Headquarters."

Renamon sighed at the remark as they made their way to DSA Headquarters.

 

[Rainflower]

Mine's completed! ...For now, at least.

 

[moon]

Auugh I hope you'll check SUs on sunday because I'll be gone with my grandparents all day and haven't finished the appearance part. The rest is probably done though.

 

[Logical Cabbage]

I added some positive sides to my SU's personality. Hopefully now she seems more kinder.

 

[Retro Bug]

- - - C H A R A C T E R

"I'll follow your lead if it takes me to victory."​

Name: Terran Gutierra
Age: 16
Gender: Genderfluid (preferred pronouns: they/them/theirs)
Home Town: Toronto, Canada
Crest: Ambition
Digivice: Peach & Cream

Description: When it boils down to it physical appearance plays a significant part of a person's first impression and because of this Terran always tries to look their best. It's not an easy task to do when Terran suffers from bouts of gender dysphoria. On days whether they are a male, it's impossible for Terran not to think about how feminine they look since they were designated female at birth. Upon discovering and figuring out the ins and outs of genderfluidity Terran knew changes had to be made in order to help ease some of the gender dysphoria they faced. The first thing to be changed was their hair. Gone were the thick luscious locks of deep brown hair that were always getting in the way. Part of them knew they would miss the long hair that was apart of their Latino heritage but the other half knew that it wasn't worth the feelings and the amount of hair they shed. They allowed their hair to shaven on both sides of head and allowed more hair to remain on the top. To give it a finishing touch Terran dyed the top blonde.

Clothes and accessories were trickier, in today's world everything is gendered. On days where Terran knew they was a boy they hated wearing the floral patterned clothing that Terran's mother loved to buy them. It made them uncomfortable in their own skin and hated how they looked in them, but when they are female they was content with the occasional dress or skirt. In a quick effort to try on more masculine clothing options Terran stole for their brothers' closet to try and see what style best fit them. It didn't work well at first because of how they had a chest in a way that their brother didn't and men's clothing wouldn't work with 'them' in the way. Terran used their mother's credit card and bought a chest binder to wear.

With research and the basics out of the way Terran was ready to get the proper attire for being a male. Button-up shirts are the staple of Terran's more masculine appearance. Most of them were decorated with patterns, polka dots, stripes, stars, something to give them an extra pop. Over that is the signature black suit jacket that Terran may or may not have stolen from brother (hint: they definitely did). Straight-legged pants were Terran's go to option, never jeans. There were never many accessories associated with this look, as their were limited options on what matched well with it. In the end Terran chose a watch that they may or may not have taken from their father's closet. All of this together creates an illusion of a straight-lined masculine body, and helps Terran battle their gender dysphoria.

When it comes to being a female Terran never knows what to wear. Their mother loves to squeeze their not-so-petite frame into dresses, have them put on make-up, and basically look as feminine as possible. On the slim chance their mother isn't around make Terran into her own personal doll they like to be more relaxed in their 'femininity'. Colorful skinny jeans that have the holes in them, wedges that cover their entire feet, and one or two sparkly stone studs in each ear. V neck shirts that show off perhaps a bit too much and their mother would faint at the sight of. Sometimes they likes to throw on a jean jacket or a cardigan to keep them warm. There are two things Terran like about their appearance regardless of any gender they are at the moment, the complexion of their skin and their height. Standing at 172 cm makes for a good height for all genders and her evenly tanned skin (which their mother swears is from the Mexican side of the family.) Terran would definitely change their weight, as they definitely aren't the thinnest person around, some might sugarcoat it as "chubby" in the abdominal region.

Personality: If a person was to ask Terran what matters most in the world their answer would be to win. Isn't that obvious? Doesn't everyone? Terran loves to succeed at anything and everything such as board games, video games, grades, answering a question, etc. You name it Terran will win at it or at least give it their best shot. Accomplishing situations or goals before anyone else brings a rush like no other. Loving to succeed makes Terran very competitive, but not openly and outwardly. They won't hesitate to join in on competing it just won't be with a bold move or a cocky attitude. That and Terran regularly comes up with their own competition in their head that people around them are participating in and they don't even know it.

Terran's victories are their own personal moments they don't like to brag or to boast about how much better they are than everyone (at least, not out loud). They don't really see the point in that besides making others feel bad and that's not what Terran wants. It's a moment where they know that they succeeded and did a fantastic job at whatever was finished. When it comes to losing Terran sulks and withdraws from the world. Then, they wonder what could have been done differently and where did they go wrong. Terran gets all wrapped up in the 'should'ves' and 'could'ves'. Most of the time, particularly if it's in front of other people, when Terran loses they feel an overwhelming amount of embarrassment and berates themself. A feeling of worthlessness and emptiness cloud their thoughts. This often results in them not giving a second thought to whatever else is happening around them.

People tend to make Terran nervous, which causes them to become fidgety and fussing over minute details such as posture or phrasing. They never want to risk coming off as that weird and/or shy person, as that can easily make Terran a target for bullying. Which is why Terran is always willing to enter a conversation and become personable even if they don't necessarily know what it's about. A smile and a warm disposition usually do the trick.

Interacting with people causes question, questions about Terran's life, choices, and identity. It's important to Terran that conversations never get too personal, as those conversations devolve rather quickly into intrusive and invasive interrogations. For these reasons Terran tends to gravitate toward one individual and becomes attached to them. Someone who doesn't treat them like an oddity, won't grill them, and is a strong, smart leader. Once they have proven to be that type of person Terran overlooks other "flaws" and will go along with their viewpoints in issues such as justice, arguments, decisions, and morality. They will have Terran's full commitment, Terran will protect and follow them through the most dangerous of passages, figuratively or literally, if that needs to be the case.

History: There was nothing special for Terran about being born and raised in Toronto, Canada. It was cold yet the city still bustled with activity. Their parents had settled there are years of in various countries, sightseeing, and being appreciative of different ways of life. If Terran had a choice they would've at least told them to pick a warmer location or a city that had more than skyscrapers to offer. Early was mildly uneventful for Terran, they had two older brothers and a younger brother. Like all siblings they had their fights, mostly because Terran's brother hated the fact that they were better than them at video games (fragile male egos). It was Terran's mother's idea to send them to an all girls school.

School is… school. How else do people describe it? Terran gets good grades because they like the successful feeling they receive from it plus it keeps their mother off their case. Terran never really gets invested much into the friendships because often times they found themselves feeling off or that something was wrong with them. It wasn't until Terran got obsessed with a website, Tumblr, that they were able to put an identity to that feeling of one day being perfectly fine with their appearance and another day they would absolutely hate it.

Life became a bit hellish the moment Terran decided to cut their hair and change their style. Terran's mother had one of the hugest fits that Terran had ever seen. For someone who had seen the world and experienced different ways of living Terran couldn't imagine how she could be so bigoted. Their mother refuses to call them by the proper pronouns and insist on making comments such as "you're my little girl". While their father on the other hand doesn't seem to matter, but Terran assumes that's because he really doesn't understand the whole gender fluidity thing. He still thinks (and calls them) "daddy's little girl/sweetheart/angel". Terran is currently in New York city because of a wedding they must attend.

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Species: Renamon
Gender: Unknown

Personality: Renamon is the definition of obedient they will stick by Terran through thick and thin to make sure Terran is never harmed. Losses are unacceptable and punishment is deserved, which is why Renamon doesn't object to the way that Terran treats them in times of defeat. Unlike Terran, Renamon does not like to associate with others and finds conversation with others dull and uneventful.

Evolutions:

Baby: Relemon
In-Training: Viximon
Rookie: Renamon
Champion: Kyuubimon
Ultimate: Taomon
Mega: Sakuyamon (Miko Mode)
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Roleplay Sample: Latest Post - Claire Mornet - The Exalted Ones.


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[Quest]

Alright, it seems to finally be that time. I have already accepted three people and, as this is the final acceptance, I should explain how I choose who gets into the RP. I essentially have four criteria. The quality of the SU, the quality of the RPer's average post (yes, I've stalked all of you), and how well the character(s) will interact with others.

This was honestly really hard on me. There was only four spots and a whopping total of 10 people applying. If I could, I would accept all of you. Unfortunately, that is not an option. Anyways, it's time to get this show on the road.

*Drum Roll*

The accepted characters are:

Terran Gutierra by Vintage Arachnid
Frederick "Freddy" Goldstein by Adventure
Wesley "Wes" Phillips by Ozymandias
and Monday Matthews by Kikpanther.
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As I said before, you all did great jobs and I thank you for your interest and participation! If you want to know how your SU did, you can send me a Private Message and I'll let you know! Thanks again!

To all those accepted, expect the IC within a few days! Once it is active, I'll give the instructions for the first episode.
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[Andydemon]

Huh, I didn't realize you were only accepting four people. That actually worries me a bit. I was in an RP over a year ago on Serebii that only accepted a small number of people, 6 to be exact, and it died out because half of those people either disappeared or left. To the people that got accepted, I hope that doesn't happen to you guys and I hope you have fun.

 

[Skymin]

He had accepted people earlier, so it wasn't just four.

 

[Swolligator]

Huh, I didn't realize you were only accepting four people. That actually worries me a bit. I was in an RP over a year ago on Serebii that only accepted a small number of people, 6 to be exact, and it died out because half of those people either disappeared or left. To the people that got accepted, I hope that doesn't happen to you guys and I hope you have fun.

Sentinel accepted 3 people prior: myself, Skymin and Carnivore Chie. These next four people accepted bring the character count up to 8 people (including Sentinel himself). This number of people tends to have a higher rate of success on this forum. Also there's no need to worry, most of us are dedicated RP veterans so we'll keep this RP alive.

Also Serebii has an awful RP forum (an site in general) lawl

WELCOME TO DIGIMANZ GAIZ!

 

[moon]

Gosh thank you! I'll be able to start RPing the 27th at the earliest, I think.

 

[Quest]

@Andy: As revlis and Skymin said, there are 8 players total now (including myself). A number like that is much easier to handle when working with RPs on this site. Sorry if there was any confusion. I'm sure you'll fine some RP that garners your interest on PC.

@Adventure: No worries, I only just submitted the IC thread. I'll post the info needed for the first episode after it gets accepted. *nudge nudge* I am understanding if any time is taken away though, the holidays are a hectic time. :P

 

[moon]

OKAY I AM BACK what do i do

 

[TheSyren]

well dang, i'm too late to sign up. when you guys do a season 2 or something, let me know. i miss role playing so much. :D

 

[moon]

OKAY I AM BACK what do i do

ok im not back, I'm sort of bleh in life rn but ill post when i can but i dont know when

<3