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Could be a pun Doronjo XD and for the Digimon, as long as the highest level is Adult/Champion anything goes. :D and Cirrus, in the next couple days, if I can, I will attempt to draw the school and scan it. If possible. That means yesdigivice picture. Hopefully XD
Appearance: Standing at a mere 4'10, Althea, assumes a more childlike stature than other girls her age. Her build is almost androgynous,
leaving only her lengthy hair to allude to her sex aside from her apparell. Commonly, she pins her raven tresses back into a neat ponytail,
even occasionally assuming pigtails to play up here childlike appearance. Her tanned complexion couples well with her stormy grey eyes,
rounded face framed occasionally by straying strands of her bangs. Her normal garb consists of flexible clothing, easy to move in and
over all comfortable, such as tanktops, denim shorts and the like. She's not much of an elaborate dresser, her only accessory including
an assortment of different sashes which she'll tie about her waist and let the loose ends fly freely or tied neatly into a large bow in
the back. Her build is lean, teetering on the edge of "atheletic", though she has little atheletic prowess aside from being a decent swimmer
for her diminuative size.
Personality: Typically, Althea is reserved, preferring to stay to herself rather than bask in the company of others. Such an introverted outlook
naturally spawns from being raised an only child. She'll do almost anything to avoid confrontation, hostile or otherwise. As such, she tends
to relate better to inanimate objects, like books and plants. Though she herself had never owned an actual pet before, she has an
unrealized fascination with animals--domestic, wild, mythological or arcane. Those few which have spent enough time in her company
will probably describe her as "whimsical", which is oft surprising, given her initial demeanor. She would never mention it openly, she
curses her lack of physical maturity; not only for the glamour associated with a woman's curvaceous figure, but also because she often
is spoken to in a condescending manner due to being mistaken for a young girl. Usually, Althea's intelligence and mannerisms give a
fleeting clue to her actual age.
Though she wouldn't consider herself a dork, she's into the typical activities deemed "dorky", such as video games (she's an RPGamer for
the most part), comics, and the works.
History: As mentioned before, Althea is an only child, raised by her beloved Aunt Vivian and her Uncle Charles. As far as her parents go,
Althea has met her mother Lucillae perhaps a handful of times, the most recent being about three years ago. Her father is hithero unknown to
her. Though she's fiercely curious about him, she has never found the time to bring up here thoughts about hin to her mother in their brief
moments together. Her mother's sister, Vivian, claims to have no knowledge of the man, though Althea's aware of a certain disdain in her
tone when the subject is breached.
Lucillae herself suffered from a major nervous breakdown shortly after her daughter's birth, the cause of which Althea had never known
or dared inquired about. Whatever the cause, the Department of Child Services deemed the woman a danger to her newborn and even
herself, and immediately institutionalized. Custody of Althea passed naturally to her Aunt (And named Godmother) Vivian. It would
be several years before Lucillae was realized of the mental institution. Out of what she thought was the best intrest for her now Eleven
year old daughter, she allowed Vivian to continue custody of Althea while she provided occasional support for the child as she got to
know her.
Vivian and Charles had instilled in Althea, the drive to excell at school; providing tutors when needed and such.
Hallbrook Academy was the obvious choice as she came of age to attend the school. At her guardian's beckoning she
lives on campus in a dorm; which she enjoys immensely. As far as her virtual companion goes, Althea had always a
desire for a real pet; and often kept virtual ones merely for her own enjoyment. Caring for the one assigned to her
proved little trouble; she honestly enjoyed the responsibility of feeding it and caring for it. Recently, the
little guy had been beeping in increasing amounts and acting wholly unsual. Althea shrugged this off, thinking
it a glitch in it's programming--until it uttered the words so many others recieved that fateful day.
Digivice Colors: Lavender body along with alabastian buttons.
Synchro Light: Lavender
Digimon: Dracomon
Image:
Spoiler:
Gender: Male
Personality: Like most of his species, Dracomon is outwardly ferocious, often fearlessly taken on those much larger
and probably more powerful than himself without second thought. Despite this, he's really much of a baby and easily
bonded with Althea as she had been his primary caregiver for such a while. He's fiercely protective of her, though
it may or may not be needed in certain situations. His new environment immediately piques his vast curiousity.
Unfortunately, his primary mode of investigation relies on him "tasting" it. It's not too odd to find him chomping
away at a book to discover any possible hidden attributes. With people, he won't think twice to lick them, to get
a proper feel of their demeanor and such. He has an instictive drive to collect and subsequently horde shiny objects;
be they precious jewels or common metals. It's not that he's attracted by their value or scarcity; he simply finds it
hard to resist their luster. Another odd habit, it's not uncommon to see him snacking on his aforemention stash of shinies.
Attacks:
Baby Breath: Breathes out a high temperature sigh at the opponent.
Tail Smash: Spins his whole body to deliver a blow with his tail
G Shurunen: Makes the horns on his head glow intensely, then fires a beam shot from his mouth.
RP Sample (featured from another site):
Spoiler:
The steady jingle of bangled footfalls echoed throughout the vast, empty hallway. It seemed Scherza had the hall to herself. The third floor-- the first of many to be restricted to Sentinel usage-- contained few offices, and mainly served as a place for off-duty Sentinels to rest 'tween scheduled shifts, or to gather information pertaining to change in protocol, or command; as well as posted 'shifts'. The hall remained empty, purely for the simple fact that any off-duty Sentinel found wandering aimlessly, was sure to be put to work by a higher ranking Sentinel. Scherza needn't worry for that; those few ranking higher than she, were usually found in their offices levels above the third floor. At any rate, she /was/ busy; she was merely on her way to the lower floors to monitor new arrivals, and ensure they felt the presence of their organization from the very beginning of their stay in Onar.
The elf--Scherza di Notte, as many knew her--listed guidance of newer citizens as one of her many self-appointed tasks. Quite oft, newcomers had trouble adapting to like in Onar, for their places of origin resided within separate dimensions. From their first hour within Onar, they would be assured the presence of the Sentinels was for order and peace. Becoming acquainted with every individual living in the temporary housing facilities below would've been impossible for the woman, but she was known, nonetheless amongst their numbers. Rather popular with them, for her appearance invoked a smile; though there were unsettling rumours of her vicious wrath and blatant intolerance of criminal or deviant behaviors. She had reached the winding stairwell which delivered one to the citizens' floors, crimson occules washed over the masses milling about; lines containing those to be identified and 'registered'; those proceeding to recieve emergency health care; those mingling with the older citizens who had themselves arrived merely an hour beforehand. Scherza stood upon an elevated stairway, having just emerged from the door behind. In the eyes of some of the personell, she caught the briefest flickers of recognition; a wave or two graced with an acknowledging nod. For all that, it seemed, no one she knew personally was amongst the throng of people.
Attentive gaze followed a worker to his terminal, his being the third in a row of six. The other cubicle-like stalls were vacant, indicative of empty Safe Rooms for each. The male settled into his chair, and began pecking at a screen which relayed data unseen to Scherza whom resided far across the room. So, that meant another victim of a rift had made landing, and was currently being held in a Safe Room facility. Curiousity piqued, the elf made a quick succession of swift steps, scaling the stairs, and striding off towards the Gate Terminal. As she neared, pushing through the last of a crowd of confused individuals she heard the all-too-familiar greeting spoken to all Gate Travelers. "Hello and welcome to Sagacia, Traveler. Please, do not be alarmed. You have been subjected to a temporal or dimensional disturbance and have been transported here."
A smile tugged at the corner's of lightly rose-painted lips as the message continued on, the voice being projected into the Safe Room which held the new arrival, "This safe room has been erected for your protection. You shall be released as soon as you are assessed. Please be patient and wait for an attendant to assist you." Scherza cleared her throat, adding an accenting 'tut' to grab the worker's attention. Apparently, her approach had startled him, as he fumbled for his pen which had leapt from his hand, "Oh-Ah, Sentinel Notte, Ma'am. We've got..." he finished his statement by pointing to the monitor before him. The screen bore the image of the being within, an entity that was comprised of raw energy, it seemed, and nothing else. Scherza tapped a button which allowed her own voice to be projected into the room, "Welcome to Sagacia, what are you?" her words were far from procedure; the worker would've spoken up to clarify this had Scherza not been Scherza.
Yes, I noticed that as I read it through after I posted my sheet. ^^ Sorry that was unintentional. Althea VI Rembrose is a character I use alot, hehe. I'm gonna post today. Thanks for having me!
I actually checked on the computers at work, there is not a single Digimon World Dusk/Dawn in my state in an EB Games and there is ONE Digimon World DS, and that's like an hour and a half away. And I can't get that shop to send it to mine. SUCKS.
In any case, I'LL BEAT YOU ALL TO THE PUNCH and post to help Akira now!
Just posted. And I decided to add a playful/humorous side to Kudamon because it makes him more enjoyable to write and I feel like it will just be better.
