Name: Hiroshi Kobayashi
Age: 16
Appearance: There's nothing that much different about Hiroshi that sets him apart from his fellow teenagers. His rarely brushed hair is a messy mop of sandy-brown, windblown to the right, his bangs just touching over his azure eyes. He's kind of thin, tall and pale. He's never really been the athletic kind of guy, rather staying at home than running around. His fingernails and the skin around them are short and red since he has a habit of chewing on them. There's not much to Hiroshi's attire. During the weekends, he just wears t-shirts or maybe the odd polo shirt with perhaps a silver necklace or leather cuff with a pair of converse, plus a pair of either black, blue or grey jeans (or shorts, depending on the weather). If it's cold, he adds a hoodie. During the week he wears a traditional black outfit with a white shirt, black trousers and a red tie. Usually on him, he has his phone in his pocket and his black and white wallet, attached by silver chain to his pants and shoved into his back pocket.
Personality: Hiroshi was the second of a triplet group, plus their sister in their family. It was actually a normal lifestyle. Hiroshi has been called quiet, shy and on the odd occasion, anti-social. Really, he's neither; he's just uninterested. Hiroshi gets bored and quite easily, too. Sure, he has an assortment of friends from different age groups and different genders, but he's never been the one to start a conversation with a stranger or go out and make a new friend. He only has the friends he does due to people approaching him, family friends and friends of friends. He often walks in and skulks out of conversations without much of an entrance or exit. At home, Hiroshi is usually curled up somewhere, playing around with his phone, with his laptop, reading a book (rarely), watching tv, playing with his cat or just sitting. He sits with his legs bent, his knees, with his arms sometimes propped up on top of them, near his face, and his back slouched and shoulders hunched and a bored look on his face. He's prone to the cold, but some of his friends say he's making a fortress around himself. He would defend himself, but this is somewhat true; he doesn't like to be disturbed when he's busy doing something. Finding something interesting to do is something Hiroshi does often and often finds it on his computer; on a forum, playing a game, talking to someone or just surfing the net. But even then, it's hard to keep him entertained for long. When nothing at home interests him, he goes out and finds something outside, usually a friend to chat with. But everyone has to go home at the end of the day. He has never been out of the country, but knows English fairly well. Hiroshi is also an expert piano player, but prefers electric guitar, often teaching his younger brother, who specialises in guitar playing.
History: Hiroshi has lived for the past sixteen years of his life with a regular family — no deaths, no divorce, no anything that would make his homelife exotic. As one of four born in Japan but moved to Colorado when he was five, he had to share the attention of his parents, not to mention his mother gave up work shortly after he was born in order to be a housewife (though Mrs. Kobayashi has started to work again, only this time from home). His father's job, that in an established company, has always been stable enough for them to afford a decent-sized apartment, with enough amenities for life to be comfortable. Of course, things have not been completely peachy for Hiroshi. He has experienced the loss of close friends and family members (moving away and illness), and was bullied during his first year of middle school due to his grades deferring him from the same establishment as his friendship group. At the age of thirteen, he managed to become acquainted with another boy in his class, whose group he now belongs to since they were able to get into the same high school. Other than this, Hiroshi's life has been standard. He is grateful for the normality of his existence, but little does he know of his impending future. Recently, he received a virtual pet. He almost seemed obsessed with it, as he made time for it whenever he could and very long into the night, well past lights out. Hiroshi knew it was more than just a virtual pet, as it understood everything he talked to it about. The closeness of their bond is seventy two percent, eighteen percent higher than Haru's bond with Lunamon. The boy knew his bond with Bearmon was by far the highest of all the students in regards to the percentage bond with their Digimon. He aimed to make it to ninty three percent, as he saw Haru as a rival.
Digivice colours: Main body is burgundy, with grey buttons.
Synchro light: Bluish-grey
Digimon: Bearmon
Gender: Male
Appearance:
https://wikimon.net/Bearmon
Attacks:
(1) Koguma Seikendzuki — Charges his fist up with energy and punches at the foe with all his might.
(2) Bear Claw — Attacks foe with claws.
(3) Bear Roll (Wikimon doesn't have the attack's description)
Personality: Bearmon is very resolute, matter-of-fact. If you want to get any help from Hiroshi, chances are you're better off talking to him. He knows what Hiroshi's thinking and is very used to getting him out of any trouble he inadvertently gets into. He takes most things very seriously, but knows what it means to chill and have fun. Just like his partner, he follows a certain set of morals, not necessarily pertaining to right or wrong.
RP sample:
Upon their return to Odaiba, it was revealed that the Digimon had changed their shapes. Bearmon was a blue and white Digimon that resembled a Nyaromon, he was called Wanyamon. Renamon was a small yellow fox called Viximon. Kotemon resembled Wanyamon, only his tail was thinner and he had a metal helmet on his head; he was known as Caprimon. Palmon was now a small green Digimon with two leaves growing on his forehead called Tanemon. And finally, V-mon was a Gigimon, a small red critter.
Wanyamon bounced up and down in Hiroshi's arms. "We're not used to the human world yet, so we have to give up a lot of energy to stay here."
Hiroshi smiled and nodded to his friends, before they all went their own ways. He started walking further up the street to his house, where only his mother was present and currently preparing to go out. From experience, he knew his father would arrive soon and eat before going to bed, as his job was a very strenuous day shift. "Oh, hello dear," Hiroshi's mother, Sora, spoke to her son as he entered the house. "I'm about to head out to do some late-night shopping, but I've prepared a meal for you. Shall I leave it in your room?"
"Hi, Mum. No, that's fine, but thanks anyway. I can take it..." Hiroshi stopped mid-sentence when he realized his mother was staring at Wanyamon.
"Dear, that's a Digimon, isn't it?"
Hiroshi paused, before remembering his mother had been one of the very first Odaiban Chosen Children and that, despite her only looking forty-eight, she was actually sixty four-years-old. "Yes, Mother. I was summoned to the Digital World today."
Sora Lucas, nee Maeda, smiled knowingly for a couple of seconds, before turning to the doorway to the kitchen where a Tailmon had poked her head in to see what was going on. "It's alright, Tailmon, you can come out. Son, this is Tailmon, she was my artificial partner forty eight-years-ago when we tried to destroy Chaosdramon and the Chaos Generals. I'll let you two get acquainted. I have to go now."
"Bye, Mother." Hiroshi patted his mother on the back as she exited the house, at the same time his father entered. His father was so exhausted he didn't even bother to ask his son what the "ball of fur" was, how he'd obtained it, where he'd been today, or how his grades were. He simply scoffed down a double cheeseburger and large fries that had been bought earlier and drifted into the master bedroom.
"Well, Wanyamon, I guess this gives us some alone time. I need to learn more about the Digimon species anyway," Hiroshi addressed his partner as he headed to his own private room. After entering and shutting his door, Hiroshi plopped down on his bed and placed Wanyamon beside him. "Let's get down to business. My team aren't the only Chosen Child group in Odaiba, are we?"
"There are five teams in total at the moment, although some of the Chosen of the Third group perished," Wanyamon replied, his voice wavering slightly. "Seven Children were in the First, but Ishida Kaori gave her life and Yggdrasil lives in her body now. The Second Chosen had six members, but Kimura Yoshino and Kimura Noriko were ripped to shreds by Megidramon and Sanders Zoë killed herself out of grief. Out of the Third Chosen, I think five are still alive. And the Fourth Chosen are led by Ishida Hiroaki."
"Why were we dragged to the Digital World in the first place?" Hiroshi asked.
"I'm not entirely sure, but the Holy Beasts informed me that Chaosdramon and the Chaos Generals were planning another uprising," the small Digimon responded.
Hiroshi seemed interested. "Then they must have been reformed, since our parents were able to delete them the first time. Anyway, let's get some sleep." The teen got changed, got into his bed and pulled the covers up. Wanyamon wriggled up beside him.