[Other FULL] Digimon Adventure: DigiDestined

[Yamagi Sosuke]

Thanks for accepting me, I guess I'll get Jun's clothing style up. And expand just a bit on his personality. Really excited about it all.

 

[CourageHound]

I finished my SU and it is ready to be judged :D!

 

[Quest]

Emily Wallace
The Knight of Passion

19 // Female // New York City
Insignia of Passion // Red and White D-Touch​

Description:

At first glance, Emily is the average girl you see walking down the street. However, look at her twice and you'll be taken aback. She is not only pretty, but someone who knows how to hold themselves in a confident manner. She is a person who moves in just the right way to show off what she has, and boy, does she have it. Standing at an average 5'8" and weighing about 128 lbs, Emily is a person with nearly flawless skin, only ever having a few blemishes here or there. A gymnast's body and a oval-shaped face only add to the appeal. Her long and wavy blonde hair seems to perfectly frame her face, giving an added effect to her gray eyes, small nose, and plump lips. Her tan complexion only seems to accentuate her features even more.

With her body size, Emily can easily pull off most outfits thrown her way with little to no effort at all. When she is simply lounging around after a practice, she is usually found wearing simple shorts and tank tops. Of course, that doesn't mean you'll never see her wearing a dress for formal events or even skinny jeans and a blouse when out on the town. Whatever seems to fit her mood that day, she will wear and yet still pull it off everytime.

Personality:

Spend a couple days with Emily and you'll have only seen part of her vast personality. Get down a few layers and you'll quickly realize that she is a passionate girl. Whether it be about her gymnastic, her taste in music, her opinions, or her dreams, you will know that she always tries her hardest for the things she cares about. After all, if you asked her, she would say you can never really enjoy something unless you have a bag full of emotions behind it. She is one of those rare people who are happy to share what they are passionate about, even if it resorts to showing off. She has always thought that passion has made her become more focused than most, allowing her to be more productive and in the long run, more skillful at what she does. She also enjoys the company of her friends and will protect them and their reputation with her life. If you dare cross her any of them, you better know that you crossed her too. She is passionate about anything that makes her who she is, whether it be her hobbies, her friends, or her family.

She is often told she has a "strong-will" when it comes to things. She would agree. When put into a tough situation, she is decisive and confident, often enough to have no regrets over what she has done. She is committed and will use any resource at her disposal to get where she needs to be, no matter the reason. Hell, if you said something that hurt her or her friends, she would be more than determined to figure out what needs to be done about, and trust me, most people should be afraid when finally does it. She is bold and will not hesitate to take any risks.

Of course, not everything can necessarily be in her favor. Some of the people who label her strong-willed tend to look at the negative aspects of it. They say that she will often get "too" into things, not that she thinks its a thing. She is often rebellious in matter, standing against the typical norm of what people think she should act like, although this is only really heard and not seen. She becomes difficult to deal with, sometimes getting a sense of "over-committed" when it comes to solving a problem. People will tend to think that her passionate actions will be full of too many emotions.

The majority of Emily's traits make her a great leader and this is easily seen when you see her leading her gymnastics team at a practice or meet. Constantly focused on the task at hand, she will do anything to help her team win, whether by doing it herself or by listening to the input of the group as a whole. However, if things went bad, she will not waver at doing what she thinks is right, even if it went against the groups opinion as a whole.

History:

Like many people, Emily started off with barely mentionable beginnings. Valley, Nebraska, the place where she grew up, was a small city in the middle of the American Heartland. Her family, consisting of her mother, father, and two older brothers, were some of the better off people in town, not that that made a difference as the general populace was typically pretty well off to begin with. Her parents, who had been married for ten years before her birth, played some of the biggest roles in her life for obvious reasons. With her dad being one of the main delegates on the city council and her mother a small-time dance teacher, her life was essentially shaped from the beginning. Sometimes, she still wonders whether this was mere circumstance or destiny.

After years of watching her mother teach (not that she knew what was going on) and a multitude of attempts at climbing onto and jumping off counters and tables, Emily was finally enrolled into a gymnastics class at the young age of six. It was quickly discovered that she had a natural affinity for the sport. For years, she balanced the sport along with school. For many, something like this would be stressful and Emily was no exception to this. However, she pulled through and by the time she was a sophomore, she became the captain of the Valley High School gymnastics team.

After turning 18, Emily moved to New York City in order to attend Juilliard for dance and gymnastics. She was quickly a well-established gymnast at the school. About a year after she began attending, Emily moved to a set of apartment buildings nearby. Here, she met Erin Marcelo whom she soon began a relationship with.

Biyomon

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Gender: Female

Personality: Biyomon is a Digimon with a solid view on life. She, like her tamer, possesses a strong willpower. Often enough, you will see her with a smile (or at least, as much of a smile as a bird can). Many times, you will see her headstrong attitude at play, making her want to rush in and fight when she and/or her friends are in danger.

Evolutions:
-Baby/Baby I: Puwamon
-In-Training/Baby II: Pinamon
-Rookie/Child: Biyomon
-Champion/Adult: Kazemon
-Ultimate/Perfect: Zephyrmon
-Mega/Ultimate: AncientKazemon

 

[CourageHound]

^^ Okay, after editing the RP sample, I believe everything is in order for my SU.

 

[Monster Guy]

Maybe it's just me who's bothered by this, but Digimon is an animated series, and some people have a real photo for the appearance. It looks jarring to me. It's not that big of a deal because of the written description, and I'll just imagine your characters as cartoons anyway, because that's how I roll. :P just a small pet peeve.

 

[Stinging Bea]

Thanks a bunch you, guys! I'm happy to be a part of this!

Emily does seem like the perfect leader, Watchman. All she needs is a pair of goggles!

 

[moon]

@ Captain Watchman, I would like to comment on a few things :3 First of all, is her crest "passion"? You didn't write it out obviously but I assume "knight of passion" means that :p

Also, her personality kind of gives me the impression of a person who is incredibly forward and talkative and passionate and don't really know when to stop. But then this:

Emily's traits however make her the perfect leader and this is easily seen when you see her leading her gymnastics team at a practice or meet. Constantly focused on the task at hand, she will do anything to help her team win, whether by doing it herself or by listening to the input of the group as a whole. She enjoys the company of her friends and will protect them and their reputation with her life. If you dare cross her friends, you better know that you crossed her too.

Will she really make a "perfect leader"? Rather, I feel like she'd be the person who is great at pushing people to their limits and make them take action and realize that they can do stuff... But I think her character would make more sense if she wasn't "listening to the input of the group as a whole" but rather believed that she knew best at most times and maybe sometimes didn't know when she had crossed the line and pushed people too hard. This section of the personality seems to suggest that:

She becomes difficult to deal with, sometimes getting a sense of "overcommitted" when it comes to solving a problem.

Making her passionate, driven, active AND someone who is super protective towards her friends and listens to them rather than being a bit self-absorbed, it kind of sounds a bit Mary Sue to me. Not saying she's a bad character, she'll likely inspire Allison to bloom out, but I'm just saying how I would have tried to make Emily more interesting if she was my creation :3


@ Monster Man (;P;P;P)
I kind of like to try to make things more realistic, since we'll (at least in the beginning) be in the real world first. People don't look like anime characters. But feel free to imagine Allison like this ;D;D Without the freckles and probably with smaller boobs.

 

[CourageHound]

I'm not the best at analyzing SUs so i'm afraid my advice might leave you ill-informed :(

 

[Monster Guy]

I'm not the best at analyzing SUs so i'm afraid my advice might leave you ill-informed :(

Welcome to the club. xD

...

 

[Yamagi Sosuke]

This is my first time ever using a real person for my SU. I like it. lol. Never thought I could until I saw another profile up here.

 

[moon]

shrug

I just think about what would be different if I had made the character :3 Sometimes when you make a character from scratch, you don't see the flaws yourself because you have this idea you're basing the character around. Someone else can butt in and point out the things you happened to be blind to.

 

[Lacangel]

I re-vamped my SU hopefully it meets every thing (:

 

[Yamagi Sosuke]

Does anyone know any good exercises to really get into character? I have a few but I feel like there dulling on me.

 

[Quest]

Does anyone know any good exercises to really get into character? I have a few but I feel like there dulling on me.

Try imagining tough situations your character could be put in. What would happen if he had to make a tough decision? What if he had to question his beliefs? Heck, even do something simple. Write about how he spends his day. What is his normal day like? Does he seem to stick to a schedule?

@Everyone who applied:

Kiklion and I will be judging them later tonight hopefull!

 

[MurkMire]

Name: Desmond Graywood
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Home Town: Seattle, Washington
Insignia (Crest): Tenacity

(Made possible by adventure-heart)
Digivice: Primarily Forest Green, Secondarily Black

Description: Desmond, first and foremost, wears a black cadet cap at all times. There's nothing very special about it, but he likes having something to wear on his head. Secondly, he's usually wearing a combination of green, gray or black. One of his favorite outfits is a long-sleeved, green and black striped shirt with a black scarf, a pair of grey jeans and his signature black shoes. He also wears a black bead bracelet on his right wrist at all times.

Desmond is a 6'2" Caucasian, with toned muscles. He works out fairly often to keep those muscles. His skin is a bit pale, and his hair is short and black. His eyes are sharp, and amber colored. There are scars, here and there on his body, mostly from fights.

Personality: Desmond is a bit of a serious character. He is very compassionate towards his Digimon, Wormmon, but quiet towards other people. He can be cooperative, despite his reluctance to talk to others. Whether working out, playing with Wormmon, or sight seeing around his home of Seattle, he tries to take in the moment. After so many years with a destructive parent, he tries to remove himself from people he sees as "toxic." If not, he becomes very aggressive.

On top of it all, he absolutely detests bullying of any kind, and will get himself into a fight if he sees anything of the sort. His tenacity keeps him from stopping his fighting, only to do what he sees as right. Thus, he's had to be taken to the doctor numerous times by friends of his. He's still respected, despite being a bonehead at very rare times.

History: Desmond was born and raised in Seattle, Washington, and wouldn't have had it either way. Except for the fact that his mother left when he was at a young age. He was left at an orphanage by his father, and never heard from him again. Despite this, he was left in good hands. A relative heard about Desmond's whereabouts, and soon, Desmond had met with his uncle, Alfred. He was a well established businessman, and felt terrible about his brother's son having been left alone. He adopted Desmond, and treated him like his own.

It took Desmond years to feel truly close to Alfred, and even then, had come down with severe depression. Desmond grew up in a well established part of Seattle, having been treated well and having a good life. It was until Desmond was walking home from school, during his middle school days, that he began to appreciate his uncle. He was attacked by a group of classmates that knew of his previous situation. That's when his uncle was nearby, and gave the boys a fierce tongue lashing. It wasn't R-rated, but those boys never bullied a kid again. That's when Desmond and Alfred felt like a real family.

After that moment, Desmond grew up to be a respectable member of the community, helping stop bullying and other threats in his school. Whether in the reasonable, or "non-reasonable" way.


Digimon Partner:

Species: Wormmon
Gender: Male

Personality: Wormmon is a bit timid, unlike his partner, but with Desmond at his side, he shares his tenacity and fights for what's right. He likes to explore with mauve (in the cover of night) to see the sights and such. Though, when in his Champion form, he's a fighter just like Desmond. This feeling only gets stronger and stronger with each Digivolution.

Evolutions:
-Baby/Baby I: Leafmon
-In-Training/Baby II: Minomon
-Rookie/Child: Wormmon
-Champion/Adult: Stingmon
-Ultimate/Perfect: JewelBeemon
-Mega/Ultimate: GrandisKuwagamon

RP Sample: From the Pokemon Trainer Academy RP

Spoiler:

After scouring a bit of Oaktown, Mauve thought over what he should do for the day. "Hmm... well, my dear Pokemon, let's away to the dorms. Venin, return." After the Fang Snake materialized into it's Pokeball, Mauve and Toxy made their way out of OakTown to the dorm area. It was a long walk, but after a while, Mauve returned to Suicune Dorm. "I have an idea, as to what we should do... here, Toxy." He sat the Cascoon on his bed, has he searched his supply drawer. "Where are they... hmm, my recipe guides... personal notes, Aha! Luxury Balls!"

Mauve pulled out one of the three remaining Luxury Balls left in his possession. He remembered what his mother told him about these Pokeballs. "If you want a close relationship Pokemon to the max, you must show them you're willing to commit. And these, my dear son, are the first step. These gorgeous devices are called Luxury Balls. And when catching a Pokemon, the Pokemon is more comfortable, and is also able to feel closer to you. Take these Luxury Balls, and add more to the family, my son." The words rang through his mind, as he looked down to his belt, where Venin, Toxy and Mira's Luxury Balls rest clipped to his waist. The shine had gleamed off the black Pokeball as he looked over to Toxy. "Coon? Cas-Cooon~" Mauve sat the two other Luxury Balls back in the drawer, and clipped the one onto his belt. "We're going to be recruiting today, dear Toxy. Are you ready?" Mauve asked as he looked over, a gleam in her eyes. "Coon~" Mauve already knew from her cooing it was a yes. "Well then..." He picked up the Cocoon Pokemon, petting the top of her, he said, "Let's search out a new party member." After that, he made sure to stock up on potions, lock up his dorm door and make his way to wherever the winds took him.

After trekking across a large plain, Mauve tried to find a Pokemon suitable to be the newest member of his team. Some Aipom, here and there. Some Doduo crossing the plains, and a few Tauros could be seen. But, Mauve didn't feel any of them were "right" at the time. He could tell when his next Pokemon would be. Before too long, he came across what looked like an abandoned power plant. He stepped forward, cautiously while holding Toxy close to his chest. Before he could take a few more paces, a Plusle and Minun scurried before him to the inside of the power plant. "Hmm... an Electric type would be a fair choice for my team. But, what other Electric types live here?" His curiosity grew, as he walked closer to the entrance. Looking around, he didn't seem to see any other Pokemon. "Well... here goes." He opened the door slowly, noticing the lights flickering, the inside lit enough to see without any flashlights. "Lucky, huh, Toxy?" The Cascoon nodded, looking around herself, as she was curious too. Before long, several Joltik caught Mauve's eye, as they skipped across the walls and ceiling above him. They ticked, and tacked, clicking as they noticed the trainer below. But, they simply hopped along to another corridor behind the two. After wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead, he shakily said, "Well... that could've been problematic. We need to find whatever Electric-type fits the bill. And, I know who can serve as protection..."

Unclipping a Luxury Ball, Mauve called out, "Venin, I choose you!" "See-vi-perr!" Venin hissed proudly, before turning to Mauve and nodding, slithering to his side. "Let's go. We need to be careful." As they possibly could, they quietly made their way through the halls of the power plant. Before long, they came across a rather peculiar Pokemon, sitting on a rail overlooking the generators. It looked like a lizard, but had what appeared to be droopy ears. It's eyes were blue, but the rest was a mix of yellow and black. That's when it hit Mauve, stating with, "Aha! That's a Helioptile! An Electric and Normal-type. Very interesting..." Venin knew that his trainer may have picked the next member of his team, so he slithered forward, eying the Generator Pokemon. Helioptile, however, looked back with a glare of it's own. It could tell the Fang Snake was ready for a fight.

"Yes, yes..." Mauve finally decided. Helioptile was going to be added to Mauve's team. With a glimmer in Mauve's eye, he called to his partner. "Venin, let's begin! Use a Screech attack!" Se-Vi-perrrrrr..." Venin released an ear-piercing screech, stopping the Helioptile cold. The trainer and his Pokemon made their way to the walkway quickly, before Venin's Screech attack subsided. Afterwards, Helioptile recovered and jumped back, eying the Seviper. "Yes, yes, now the fun begins~ Venin, use a Glare attack!" Venin's eyes had shone red, his pupil locking on to the Helioptile. The Generator accidentally locked eyes, but was unaffected. "Bah! I forgot Electric-types can't be paralyzed, no matter what! Oh, mother will be disappointed in me..." Mauve cried out as Venin drooped his head. This gave the Helioptile a chance to strike with a Quick Attack, knocking Venin in the head. The two locked eyes again, this time with much ferocity. The battle was really beginning now. Toxy watched closely, trying to give her support. "Alright Venin, use Dark Pulse!" "Sevi-PER!" The Fang Snake struck back with a dark aura attack, knocking Helioptile back.

"Helio! Heeelllio!" The Helioptile shot back with a Thundershock attack, shocking Venin quite a bit. "Augh, Venin! This time, we'll go in with a Poison Tail!" Venin lunged forward, his tail seeping poison and glowing a violet aura. Helioptile dashed forward as well, and struck again with a Quick Attack, but it didn't stop Venin from a lashing with it's Poison Tail. "Heliop-Tile!" It fell back, clutching it's small frame. Venin slithered forward, hissing at the small Pokemon. "Now, Venoshock!" Venin sprayed an acid-like substance at the Helioptile, making him faint after that unrelenting attack. "Now then..." He unclipped the occupant Luxury Ball, and activated it, ready for a good throw. "Go, Luxury Ball!" He threw the ball with much force, hitting the Helioptile square on the head. It materialized into the Luxury Ball, shaking violently. One, two, three... caught! Mauve stepped forward, quick breaths from the rush of the battle. Venin slithered over to the ball that housed the newest member. With a grab, a toss in the air, he caught it and looked at the ball lovingly. "We got you, little Helioptile. Welcome to the family... Hmhmhm~" Venin shook himself, after the rough battle, Mauve noticed and returned Venin to his ball. "Coon! Cascoon!" She rocked back and forth, excited about the battle and the newest member. "Yes, dear Toxy. We got ourselves a new member. Now... let's head back. I'm relatively tired, ad you need your rest as well. A big day for you is coming up." She cooed, and fell asleep in Mauve's arms. "Hmm... cutie." With a kiss on Toxy's head, Mauve quietly left the abandoned power plant, making his way to a nice, comfy bed waiting for him at his dorm room.

 

[Quest]

@ Lacangel: Declined. For various reasons, we do not believe you are right for this RP.

@ CourageHound: You are declined. You do not meet the standards of our 3-2-1 Rule. In order to elaborate on this, here are some things we've noted:

You say your character is very conservative, and yet he is also indecisive, fickle, and gullible. He also tends to jump from one thing to another. This is very conflicting in our opinions. With all these traits, I would highly doubt he is conservative at all.

You also say he had many things that other kids would trade their piggy bank for and lived very luxuriously, but he is not spoiled. What do you mean this? Isn't being given what they want being spoiled? Expand on this further. We also believe that feeling secluded does not come from moving a lot. It is possible, but not likely. Your character would probably make friends, even if only a small group.

Also, as it seems like he only began playing the guitar at the end of his sophomore year. This hardly gives him enough to time to become an expert, even if he had an affinity for it. Many big time guitarists had to go through years and years of practice to get where they are today, and even then, many of them still try to be better. Audiology also does not really help with his decision to be a musician. Of course, if he had to go to college, I suppose it is okay. Maybe studies in music technology, theory, or composition would be better.

Also, you never clearly stated why he is depressed. You really only said he was and left it at that. EXPLAIN!

@Murkmire: Declined. Tenacity is very similar to perseverance, which has been already taken. He can of course still be tenacious, but maybe make another trait larger. Your character also does not meet the standards of the 3-2-1 Rule.

You also need to write your personality as if he knew about Digimon as he doesn't. It seems to focus on his relationship with Wormmon at parts. You need to expand on his personality a whole lot more. He is also rarely a bonehead, but has been in numerous fights? You have barely any sides to him. Try to make him a real person!

An orphan with a caretaker named Alfred, eh? Sounds a bit familiar, :P. Why is he depressed? We also do not understand why he didn't accept Alfred for so long. He was in his life for its majority. He took care of him like his own child. You would think they would be easier to feel close, particularly since he was at a young age when he was adopted.

 

[CourageHound]

Interesting...Thank you for the advice. I will proceed to make the necessary changes.

 

[Lacangel]

hmmmm oh well gave it my best shot at creating a good SU (: BEST OF LUCK to everyone that is accepted hope the RP goes well (:

 

[Quest]

@ CourageHound: Will be rejudging sometime later tonight!

@ Chuckles and Retro Bug: Hope you guys are getting your SUs finished up!

@ Everyone: Kiklion and I will be working on the first post hopefully tomorrow! If worse comes to worse, it won't be up until around Wednesday, but be prepared either way!

 

[Skymin]

TABARI "tate" SALEH
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19 // Male // Australia
the crest of ARROGANCE // GREY & WHITE digivice

Description: Tabari would be described as punk, but don't let him hear you say that. His skin is a milk chocolate brown, hair black and brushed back with razored sides and his eyes a deep brown. His face is long, his eyebrows thick, untrimmed and dark and is semi-shaven, often too lazy to do a clean job. He is lean and carries a little bit of muscle on him (despite how much he says he goes to the gym). He stands at 6'1" (185cm) and weighs just over 80kg (180lbs).

His clothes are mainly skinny jeans and t-shirts, sometimes coupled with ripped denim jackets or leather ones. His shoes are a form of sneaker (either Chuck Taylor's or Vans) and he rarely wears socks because who even cares. Beanies are essential to his image during the Winter and singlets in the summer. His ears have 10mm plugs in them and his left eyebrow is pierced. He wears a black, tied shoelace around his neck with a silver bead linked on it.

Personality: His personality matches how he dresses: punk. He's stubborn, reckless, obnoxious, arrogant, likes to blow stuff up and rage against the machine. He's used to getting his own way and believes that his presence is far more important than anyone else's. He (or his parents at least) have a lot of money and Tabari isn't one to flash it around and let everyone know he's rich, but he's not past bribery or if that doesn't work, threatening. The only person he's not reckless, stupid or arrogant around is his sister; looking after her while his parents were working has given him a protective older brother attitude to her and anyone that reminds Tabari of her.

He likes to keep his friends happy, though he is known to intentionally guilt trip, goad or peer pressure them into joining him or doing what he wants. He doesn't bribe his friends (he doesn't see the point), instead pays for them when it comes to what they do, whether than be destroying old cars or pigging out for lunch. He gets into fights with other kids every now and again, but doesn't hold them personally - the fight seems like a good bit of fun. He's confident in himself and his body and is willing to try anything new, provided it isn't boring or mundane. Chilli flavoured jelly shots? Why not!

Though he does a lot of stupid stuff, Tabari never would intentionally hurt an innocent person with his or his friend's acts of destruction or vandalism. In fact, he would argue against anything that involved getting a random person (or animal) physically hurt or too much affected in anyway. Destroying rickety sheds with nothing in them would be one thing, but to break a kid's tree house would be another. He's morally balanced, and he will tell you that while he's graffiting the side of a train.

He plays guitar or bass (whichever he feels like) in a crappy garage band, enjoys skateboarding and watching really bad B-grade movies.

History: Tabari was born in Australia to a wealthy family. His father was a police officer and his mother a business woman who often travelled from country to country selling things that Tabari had no particular interest in. He and his sister (Aisha, younger by 6 years) either stayed at home with their father or went with her for the holiday, depending how they felt at the time. Money was never an issue for the rest of the family, and Tabari's only with it was how quickly he could spend it.

His school life, despite being in some prestigious school that his parents had enrolled him in, Tabari was a troublemaker and participated in the bare minimum. His grades were enough to let him pass on to the next year and his friends were just as bad as he was. When it came to high school, Tabari insisted on attending a public school, calling private schools a waste of money and space. Though his father and mother were hesitant, Tabari threatened to burn it down if he was made to go back to that school.

He was among his own people and made his closest friends; the rebels, the bogans and the troublemakers. His new friends never found out how rich Tabari was, which suited him fine. He would waste money on illegally purchased alcohol, making sparkler bombs or bonfires and most often than not, paying off the police or getting thrown into juvy for a night before his dad fished him out. Tabari has been pulled over more times than he can count for speeding, but hands over cash instead of his license. Money doesn't always work, and Tabari has a bad habit of waiting for his dad to retrieve him and becoming frustrated when he takes too long. His mother has approached Tabari a number of times to try and teach him how to be a business-man like himself, but he avidly avoids all conversations around business, getting a job or any responsibility or opportunity whatsoever. His father tried once to straighten him out, which failed miserably. He has plenty of time (and money) to waste until he has to start thinking about the rest of his life and Tabari is going to make the most of it.

At the moment, he's currently with his family in Manhattan on a 'holiday' as his mother works out business deals, his father with time off and along for the ride. The hotel won't hold his attention for long though and Tabari will soon find himself outside, getting lost and making trouble.​

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Conomon >> Kokomon >> Lopmon >> Turuiemon >> Antylamon >> Cherubimon


LOPMON
Female​

Personality: Lopmon is often disappointed in Tabari's behaviour, scolding him when he does morally bad things (to which he ignores her). She is kind, gentle and loyal to anyone who she considers a friend. The only trait she seems to share with Tabari is she is as stubborn as he is, insisting on helping others while he insists the exact opposite.

Lopmon dislikes digivolving for the sake of it, prefering on relying on her words before she runs into battle. Her later forms, such as Cherubimon or Antylamon, though can seem scary at times, would never be used as a form of fear. She fights to protect and defend only.

Tabari is never directly rude to Lopmon; she reminds him of his sister too much.

Unique Traits: Lopmon's ears are longer than a regular Lopmon, constantly getting in her face.

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

WARNING: This post includes parts with gore, heavy violence, offensive and coarse language. Discretion is advised.

Project Stargate Facility, Norlisk, Russia - PART TWO

November 12th, 2012

My next almost fifteen years were spent either running or hiding or a little of both. We were constantly moving between her homeland and my own, staying with relatives or booking under false names. We were so paranoid that our past was catching up on us and despite Emilia's attempts to help those who were like us, I was reluctant. Jonathan had taken refuge with a group known as the Royal Family, and I declined all offers of support. Who could we really trust?

Jonathan was the only one we kept consistent contact with, other than Emilia's family, but over the years our talks became less and less frequent. In our last one, Jonathan spoke of plans that would 'change the world' so to speak, and invited me to join him in his endeavors. I did trust Cooper, but time had warped his sense of judgement. I declined, and he never spoke to me again.

My last few years with Emilia were that of happiness. We finally decided to settle with her parents for a little while, raising our children, our two girls with a normal life in mind. We managed to do so in peace for a while, but Emilia was not satisfied with it. She wanted to give all who had been victims alongside us to live peacefully as well. A request which I could not fufill for her.

We set off for the next location with a new home in mind and we left our eldest girl behind with Emilia's mother, taking our youngest. Despite how much I wanted to leave her behind in safety, Emilia insisted we would be alright. We lived in Western Europe for less than a month, Emilia working to help those less fortunate while I did work here and there to blend in.

We had received a distress call of sorts from one of our old comrades, to which he needed help leaving the United States. I refused, like I had done in the past countless times, but Emilia trusted this man and wanted him to have the same peace we had lived with the past few years. She went to go on her own, but I went with her in the end, leaving our youngest with someone at the hospital Emilia had grown to trust.

I regret letting Emilia go everyday for what happened. We found the man, but it turned out that he was indeed within grasp of the enemy. They ambushed us and when it came to a fight, the one we were meant to be helping turned on us to save his own life. In this panicked state, my ability seem to fail me, and the future in front of me was blurred and hasty. We...we escaped into a house, but one of those who were chasing us blew it up from beneath us. Emilia was trapped beneath the debris.

I watched my wife die in front of my eyes.

She asked me to leave so that no one else would be hurt, but after watching the light leave her eyes, I waited for our attackers and killed them all. After that, I faked my death and vowed to never rest until we were all free from these monsters. By whatever means necessary.

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"This is the place?" A voice came from his right. Charles nodded, the crisp air biting at his skin. He had not been here for thirty years. In fact, he had purposely avoided this place for a good lot of his life. But now, he had returned with nothing in his mind but revenge. "It's... smaller than I imagined." Charles shot Alesina a look and she shook her head. "I meant no offence." Her Italian accent was well hidden behind her English.

"So much death." Nyatichi shook thon head, closing thons eyes. Thon only knew so much English, and saved thons words when they really counted. Lev scoffed.

"And there's about to be a whole lot more." Lev sneered, his eyes focused on a guard scouting the outside of the facility, his loud chewing growing more and more annoying. He spat a ball of tobacco onto the ground. Not only his Texan accent, but his Texan attitude was heavy and obnoxious. "Bunch of commie bastards. Prancing around in their skirts like they own the place."

"How many would you say are here?" Alesina peered through the falling snow, trying to count the guards on the outside. "One hundred?"

"Eileen has already confirmed one hundred and eighty-three on duty at the moment. That's including supervisors and non-trained... scientists. If you could call them that. She's already down there scouting."

"Unfair. Why does she get a head start?" Lev spun his dual-blade axes around, transforming them from one weapon to the next. Axes, to swords, to guns, then back to axes. "Don't send the women in to do the man's job."

"Watch your mouth." Alesina spat at Lev. He grinned back.

"Or what, you're going to nag me to death?"

"Or I'll cut your lips off and feed them to Branko." Branko made a noise at his own name, chuckling at the joke he half understood. He said something in Croatian and stood up.

"Cut head off!" Branko wielded his own dual blades, brandishing them at Lev. Lev gripped his own, licking his lips.

"How about another wager, eh? I'll up the ante, make it $10,000 this time. $5 grand seemed too weak last time. You were barely at 50 heads by the time I had cut off 80. I've seen Eileen cut more than that quicker and she's a girl." Lev grinned, watching Alesina's rage grow from the corner of his eye. "How about it, bucko?"

"Deal!"

"I don't care how you kill them." Charles grunted. "Just leave him for me." A flare popped from the otherside of the facility. "There's the signal. Let's go."

"Nyatichi, fly me in. I'll cover the entrance. Eileen will meet us at the gate. The rest of you, do whatever the hell you want. This is your game, Taylor."

Nyatichi nodded, thon body already forming into that of a large eagle. Thon gripped Alesina by the shoulders, lifting her into the air. Charles, Lev and Branko ran after them, Nyatichi dropping Alesina at the front gates. As she hit the ground, a burst of gasses erupted from around her, Eileen (with gas mask on) running to her with key card, removed eyeball and a severed hand in tow. She skittered at the number pad, swiping the card, pressing the thumb up to the pad, the eye to the scanner and pressed in a combination of numbers. A green light confirmed their entrance and the enormous gates jittered open. Alesina thrusted her hands forward, pushing the gasses through the gate to any close-by guard to be immediately knocked out.

Charles, Lev and Branko had caught up by now, gas masks on and weapons wielded. Lev was the first to 'break the ice', throwing one of his axes at a oncoming guard. It pierced the forehead and shattered the skull, blood splattering everywhere. He gave a maniacal laugh, morphing his other axe into a hand gun and shooting at approaching guards as he retrieved his axe.

"There's nothing I like better in the evening than a f*cking hot bowl of communist brains." He shouted, smearing the blood splatter on his face and ran at the panicked guards who had turned tail and ran.

They found themselves running into the chest of Branko, who, with his wielded swords, cut three heads off at once. With their deaths empowering him instantly, he shouted in rage, smashing the last twos' heads together. Their skulls collided, blood splattering upwards and outwards.

"Four!" Lev shouted at Branko, pointing his gun at an incoming guard. "Five!"

"Seven!" Branko roared, punching his fist through another guard's head, and using his other hand and sword to slice off another head.

Meanwhile, from above, Nyatichi had landed on top of the facility, hiding thonself behind an air-conditioning unit. Thon fired a round into the sky, attracting the attention of three nearby guards. Nyatichi ran in, skidding underneath one of the guard's feet and appearing behind him to jab him in the neck with one hand and pull in another guard with the other. With a few more twists and jabs, thon was surrounded by three guards, all unconscious and reluctant to wake up for the next few hours.

"Clear." Thon said into the radio on her wrist, continuing on down roof stairs.

"Roger that, Nyatichi. Taylor, Lev, Branko, push forward into the facility! Eileen, once they are through break the security system. We need those electric doors disengaged if we want to get past the main foyer." Charles nodded, dodging the bullets and attacks as if they were choreographed and he had practised this dance a thousand time. Lev and Branko however, continued to mow down the guards until there were none standing to oppose them. Eileen disappeared, cursing under her breath.

"A task like that is so easily done, this will not prove satisfactory." She sighed, slipping past the main doors to find the control room. The security of the entire facility made her laugh. She was able to break through their digital guards without even blinking and now their physical force was being beaten by 5 (albeit heavily trained) assassins. Hilarious.

The rest of the outside guards had fallen back inside, the bland cement walls now painted red with their blood, Lev and Branko using their weapons as the paintbrushes.Now inside, Charles ignored the attention of the guards, making his way through the facility to its deepest core. He only stopped to take out the annoying guard here and there or wait for Eileen to open the next door, having already found the security room and taken control.

Alesina however, made her way lower, into the experimental wards. Once the guards dead and 'scientists' knocked out, she found dozens of prison cells with Atlanteans hooked up to machines. Though she didn't know the specifics of what machine did what, it wasn't hard to figure out; a scientist in an opposite, oblivious to Alesina, turned a dial on one of the machines, sending volts of electricity into a woman's body. Alesina felt a hot rage building up within her, horrified with the treatment of these innocent people.

"Eileen! Open the prison cells!" She hissed into her radio, the doors opening instantly on command.

"Per our agreement, after I open these doors, amalgamate my company with Lev and Branko, my compensation shall be the 10,000 dollars." Alesina would have objected if she hadn't smashed through the glass, wielding a shard of glass as a weapon and slicing through the man's neck like paper. She then put a foot through the equipment, the Atlantean's body relaxing as the electricity finally left her. Alesina was going to kill every one of these bastards and no machine was going to stop her. She placed a finger on her pulse, the woman still alive thankfully, and pulled the radio in her wrist up to her mouth.

"Taylor! Status!"

"About to destroy this mother f*cker." Charles slammed the door behind him, finally in the office of the man he had sought death upon for all these years. "I'm going to make you wish that you had never been born, you disgusting worm." The man stood up from his chair, wiping his hands on a towel on his desk. He was tall, his hair dark and his eyes cold and grey. He smiled as if he had won, but Charles knew much better than that. "Kozyrev."

"Mr. Taylor!" Kozyrev's accent was thick and obviously Russian. "How have you been? How is your wife? Well, I assume?"

"Smug son of a b*tch." Charles spat at Kozyrev's feet. "You better pick some better last words before I cut your head off."

"Don't be so hasty, Mr. Taylor. Tell me, when was the last time you had a fist fight where you didn't know the ending?" Suddenly, the future around Charles had disappeared and his head was clear for the first time since he had come to this wretched place. He searched the room, his eyes closing on an open box on Kozyrev's desk. Inside it was a red stone, the size of a baseball, which felt like it was pulsing with energy. "Anti-Atlantite. This should make this a fair fight."

The door behind Charles swung open, two larger guards stepping in the doorway. They were both taller than him, one armed with a set of daggers and the other with brass knuckles. Charles laughed, wielding his own weapon - a dagger.

"I don't need to know the future to know you're going to die soon, Kozyrev." The guards were the first to react, the one with the knives charging forward with them brandished. He swung once, twice, both to which Charles dodged on a hair's breadth. The other guard threw a punch, landing hard on Charles' side, feeling his ribs crack under the force. He heaved, but with his right hand, sliced upwards as hard as he could, cutting the guard's arm and smashing his chin with his fist. The guard blacked out for a moment, stepping back and letting the dagger-wielding one forward. Charles dodged the first swing and cut at his left hand, the guard wailing and loosening his grip. A kick in the chin and then the wrist made the guard let go of one of his daggers, but with his other hand he managed to slice at Charles' chest. The cut wasn't deep enough to his bone or muscle, but blood began to dye his vest red.

He mustered up his strength, dodging blows as the guard with the bronze knuckles swung at him. The first, second, and third punch all missed their intended target, but Charles felt the third collide with his chin. The guard sneered, hoping he had taken Charles off his guard but instead the blow had left the guard open, ducking under the next fist and thrusting one of his daggers into the guard's chest as hard as he could. When he still felt life underneath his skin, he stabbed with his other hand. The guard fell back and Charles fell with him, abandoning the daggers and rolling out of the way as they hit the ground together, the dagger-wielding guard stabbing the now-dead guard instead of Charles. With his foot, he swept the guard down to the ground, knocking the other dagger from his hand, yanking it off the ground and stabbing him directly in the heart. The guard was dead in an instant.

"Well done." Kozyrev clapped. "You've done well for a washed up soldier. With a dead wife."

"You shut your mouth. You shut your f*cking mouth." Charles panted, his own and the guards' blood splattered over his face. "It's your turn to die."

"Not today, Mr. Taylor." Kozyrev pulled a gun from his jacket, pointing it directly at Charles' head. "I think I've let enough of your kind live for long enough. After I'm done with this place, I'll destroy it. Then, I'll hunt down every single one of your kind until the world returns to the way it was. Even my own kin. Nobody should be able to toy with the elements, or control time. Nobody but God. Your kind is an abomination and I won't rest until you're all wiped from this planet."

"You're an abomination." Charles spat at him. "Destroying an entire race? Who's playing God now, you sick, twisted f*ck." Kozyrev smiled at him, cocking the gun.

"I really don't care what you think. You're about to be dead anyway." Suddenly, the window behind him shattered and through it, an enormous eagle screeched loudly, its talons sharp and aimed directly at Kozyrev. In surprise, he pulled the trigger, missing Charles' head but the bullet lodging into his shoulder. He yelled in pain, falling to his knees as the giant avian collided with Kozyrev and forced him to the ground.

"NO! HE'S MINE! LEAVE HIM!" Charles shouted at Nyatichi. Thon stopped screaming, blinking at Charles then stepping off of him. Thon had started reverting back to thons human form and with a nod, disappeared out the door. Charles panted, stepping off the floor and picked up the gun that Kozyrev had dropped. He stepped over the broken glass, and stood above Kozyrev, checking the bullets he had in the mag. Seven. "I've waited a long time for this."

"Once you kill me, then what, Mr. Taylor? What will you do? Try to find peace? Your kind killed all of that the day that that Royal Family b*tch River Beleren put that crystal into the air. Its barely been a month and look how much of the world you have destroyed. Your family is probably dead and in ruins somewhere, along with dear Emilia." Charles shot a bullet into Kozyrev's kneecaps each, causing him to scream out in pain and groan in angony. His breathing had grown louder and he laughed. "Have you even been to Paris yet? London? The world is doomed. Why can't you see that?"

"You've been destroying lives for thirty years, Kozyrev. What makes you any different?" Charles let off another round into his elbow and one into his hip, Kozyrev letting out another yelp.

"I'm working for the greater good. Who are you and your little gang of merry men working for? You only seek to satisfy yourselves." He wheezed, coughing and tasting the blood in his mouth. Charles shot him another two times in his shoulders then pointed the gun at his forehead. Kozyrev grinned. "Give it six months, Mr. Taylor. You'll be eating your words and you'll have wished you have listened to me."

"SHUT THE F*CK UP."

"I'll see you soon." Was the last words Kozyrev uttered before the last round was shot, directly into his forehead. Charles took a moment to look at the damage that had been done, screwing up his face and punching Kozyrev's dead face until the pain would go away. But it didn't. Emilia was still gone and all of their pain and suffering had come from this man. Who had felt no remorse or guilt, even until the end.

"You let it get personal." Alesina's voice came from the door. Charles got to his feet, kicking the man's head one more time before wiping the blood from his face. "That's not what the League is about, Taylor."

"Shut up." He said, closing the box on Kozyrev's desk, pocketing it and passing by Alesina without even looking at her disappointed face. "Let's get out of here." Alesina narrowed her eyes and followed him down until they were back into the main foyer. The guards, every single one of them were all dead and in the middle of the scene was Lev, Eileen and Branko, piling up bodies into piles behind them.

"Forty-two." Lev had finished counting his own pile. Branko chucked at him.

"Fifty-one!" He laughed, holding his hand out for money. Eileen shook her head, gesturing to her own.

"I have counted fifty-nine, I believe that makes me the victor this round."

"Pay later, we take the prisoners and we go. This place is disgusting." Alesina scowled at them, like a mother scowling at children.

"Leave them. They can find their own way home." Charles spat, walking past her and making his way for the door.

"How can you say that, Taylor? These people were exactly like you! Don't you want to help them?"

"No."

"Why not?!"

"Because I don't CARE anymore." He shouted, looking angrily at the rest of the League. The foyer was silent for a few moments before he continued out the door and back out into the cold. Lev shrugged, shaking his head.

"Whatever, I'm out. See you f*ggots later." He gave a wave, abandoned his pile and followed Charles out. Branko followed, not saying a word. Eileen huffed, kicking over a body as she too, left.

"I'll just retrieve it from your bank accounts later, then."

Alesina sighed, turning to the only one who had remained. "C'mon, Nyatichi, let's do what we came here for."​

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