Subtle-sounds
Ex-Soldier
okay i did edit my bio to include most things but i hadn't come up with that part yet, i have a vague idea... can i pm you with it and see what you think?
[SU/D] Digimon Re: Create
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Alright, thus far, character bios that have been labelled as finished are not accepted. Since my reasoning is the same across the board, I'm going to combine my reasons as to why:
1) Length. It's self explanatory, really: there is nowhere near enough detail in the personality sections in particular.
2) I'd like to see more description in appearance. Describe the obvious, yes, but draw attention to some of the smaller details: paint me a picture, metaphorically speaking.
3) Your personality, as I said earlier, needs to justify your Crest in some fashion. This needs to be beyond a generic and random explanation; your Crest should be a part of your character's personality, or something that doesn't come easy to them, or something else entirely. Be creative; you don't have to interpret things literally, and I'd prefer it if you didn't. For example, we'll take the Crest of Sincerity, in brief, since nobody has taken that one yet...or I haven't edited the opening post to update the claim. The character could be exceptionally blunt, and derive some pleasure from being a complete jerk. So they are sincere, but the manner in which they convey that is insulting, so it certainly wouldn't activate their Crest...or perhaps it would, and the consequences would be dire. Or perhaps they are sincere, but only in the sense that they tell people what they want to hear, or only part of what they're thinking, so by their innermost standards, they are insincere. And so on.
4) Personality in general needs amending and expanding upon. I'm going to paraphrase what I said in a PM: a good personality is made up of a trait, a reason, and an action. Just saying they are something isn't good enough, at least not for me. So, for example, if a character liked to study Digimon, then WHY? Where did that desire come from? Natural curiosity? Parental or peer expectations in the past that transferred into a drive to study and succeed that has affected them in later life? Something else? Once you find the reason, you then need to say how that affects them as a character: how does it make them act? Is this something they do aggressively, or passively, so that people don't tend to notice? The action needs to link into the reason, or it can link into other personality traits as well: if they're naturally reserved, then they're obviously going to be reserved in the way they conduct themselves here, as well...or are they? Is this something they do wholeheartedly, so as to draw people away from that which they don't want to share? If so, then where did THAT come from? Traits should link together, even if the link is that they DON'T link together, and need to be properly explained and defined.
I see a lot of cold and distant types. I want proper reasons and rationale for this, otherwise we're going to have a very boring RP with the same character archetype running around. I'm not saying there is a limit on a particular personality type, but what I AM saying is that you need to explain why properly and in detail, and link it to the rest of their personality.
Also, if anyone tried to send me a PM last night: sorry, my inbox was full
EDIT:
The map is done! All locations have some detail to them now...finally. A lot of them don't have any images to go with them, so for now you'll just have to use your imaginations. My list (in order of priority) is as follows:
1) Human Factions [DONE!]
2) Digimon Factions (plus NPC bios where necessary)
3) Timeline of events
4) Player's Guidebook
5) Terminology (plus NPC bios where necessary)
6) Miscellaneous stuff; character/battle themes for NPCs, images for other locations, etc
7) My own character bios
I might bump the timeline up on that list; it's half done anyway, it'll take me about fifteen minutes to finish it up. I'd like to get most of that done today, but...things to do, etc.
If people want it, I *might* provide a detailed post for each of the cities: economy, political system, population, etc. I covered that in brief in the descriptions, but was more concerned with the status or foundation than I was the current state of affairs.
1) Length. It's self explanatory, really: there is nowhere near enough detail in the personality sections in particular.
2) I'd like to see more description in appearance. Describe the obvious, yes, but draw attention to some of the smaller details: paint me a picture, metaphorically speaking.
3) Your personality, as I said earlier, needs to justify your Crest in some fashion. This needs to be beyond a generic and random explanation; your Crest should be a part of your character's personality, or something that doesn't come easy to them, or something else entirely. Be creative; you don't have to interpret things literally, and I'd prefer it if you didn't. For example, we'll take the Crest of Sincerity, in brief, since nobody has taken that one yet...or I haven't edited the opening post to update the claim. The character could be exceptionally blunt, and derive some pleasure from being a complete jerk. So they are sincere, but the manner in which they convey that is insulting, so it certainly wouldn't activate their Crest...or perhaps it would, and the consequences would be dire. Or perhaps they are sincere, but only in the sense that they tell people what they want to hear, or only part of what they're thinking, so by their innermost standards, they are insincere. And so on.
4) Personality in general needs amending and expanding upon. I'm going to paraphrase what I said in a PM: a good personality is made up of a trait, a reason, and an action. Just saying they are something isn't good enough, at least not for me. So, for example, if a character liked to study Digimon, then WHY? Where did that desire come from? Natural curiosity? Parental or peer expectations in the past that transferred into a drive to study and succeed that has affected them in later life? Something else? Once you find the reason, you then need to say how that affects them as a character: how does it make them act? Is this something they do aggressively, or passively, so that people don't tend to notice? The action needs to link into the reason, or it can link into other personality traits as well: if they're naturally reserved, then they're obviously going to be reserved in the way they conduct themselves here, as well...or are they? Is this something they do wholeheartedly, so as to draw people away from that which they don't want to share? If so, then where did THAT come from? Traits should link together, even if the link is that they DON'T link together, and need to be properly explained and defined.
I see a lot of cold and distant types. I want proper reasons and rationale for this, otherwise we're going to have a very boring RP with the same character archetype running around. I'm not saying there is a limit on a particular personality type, but what I AM saying is that you need to explain why properly and in detail, and link it to the rest of their personality.
Also, if anyone tried to send me a PM last night: sorry, my inbox was full
EDIT:
The map is done! All locations have some detail to them now...finally. A lot of them don't have any images to go with them, so for now you'll just have to use your imaginations. My list (in order of priority) is as follows:
1) Human Factions [DONE!]
2) Digimon Factions (plus NPC bios where necessary)
3) Timeline of events
4) Player's Guidebook
5) Terminology (plus NPC bios where necessary)
6) Miscellaneous stuff; character/battle themes for NPCs, images for other locations, etc
7) My own character bios
I might bump the timeline up on that list; it's half done anyway, it'll take me about fifteen minutes to finish it up. I'd like to get most of that done today, but...things to do, etc.
If people want it, I *might* provide a detailed post for each of the cities: economy, political system, population, etc. I covered that in brief in the descriptions, but was more concerned with the status or foundation than I was the current state of affairs.
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Name:
Yuri Akulavich
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Crest:
Light
Affiliation:
Mercenary/Grey Swords
Appearance:
Yuri is an individual standing at five foot nine and weighs roughly 165 pounds. He has neck-length messy brown hair and dark green colored eyes. He is of a slender build, not too skinny yet not too muscular. He has some light trappings of facial hair as a result of puberty, but it is generally light and is not noticable unless someone would look carefully at his face.
Yuri's attire consists of a brown poncho-like cloth cloak that covers his body from his shoulders down to his lower legs. Underneath the cloak is a black non-sleeved shirt with white trim, and brown colored gloves that cover his hands completely. Yuri wears a pair of blue jeans that cover all of his legs down to his feet. Yuri wears a pair of brown hiking boots for travel as well.
Personality:
Yuri is a somewhat amicable, yet somewhat bellicose individual, tempered by years of work as a Mercenary for hire. He doesn't usually care too much for the well being of others except for himself and his partner, of whom has saved his life many a time to the point where he has called him his партнер or partner. As a result, he gives to sarcastic, sometimes bitter and cynical snarks about the situation.
Yuri is often times seen with a straight face, unfazed my many a happening that occurred in this new world. Having survived the Merge, found his partner and been working freelance for years led him to adopt a more stoic persona as far as facial appearances are concerned. His many years of traveling and hearing some of the stories told by others, he would mostly shrug them off, sometimes in a wisecrack tone.
Outside of his more soft nature towards potential contracts, in reality he is largely a psychological mess, feeling distrust towards others, Komyeta being the only one he can ever really trust closely, outright disgust for how corrupt people had become just to live, of which he knows how hypocritical it sounds considering the way he lives, and suffers from the ghosts of his past. A part of the effects that stem from his past is his habit of smoking, always managing to make himself something to smoke with, and carrying a lighter, to which Yuri carries as a keepsake more than anything else.
When things get serious however, Yuri has an air of Tranquil Fury about him. He seems serenely, eerily calm, even if he comes close to being struck down, much to the annoyance of his Digimon partner, who is supposed to be his protector. As a mercenary, he had come to rely on his own prowess, and is not afraid to take on other humans if it means he can personally kill them with his own bare hands. Yuri is smart enough however not to pick a fight with another digimon that is at least Champion level or higher, and even rarely picks a fight with a Rookie-level as he feels it would be tatamount to suicide.
History:
Yuri Akulavich, born Yuri Kovalyov was born in the outskirts of Moscow, Russia. His mother was a fashion designer who was renowned throughout much of Russia, while his father was a amateur boxer who worked as owner and manager of a local gym. Growing up, Yuri had a fascination for flying, every other summer he and his parents would go spend time with his uncle and watch the MAKS Air Show near Moscow. He wanted to be fighter pilot growing up and he sought to practice his studies.
Yuri also had an interest in judo, something his father did professionally growing up, and at one point, winning an Olympic Medal playing for the Soviet Olympic Team. When Yuri turned 12, his father began training him in judo. The process was hard, Yuri's father trained him hard, almost in a capacity similar to that of a soldier. Yuri learned much from his father, and kept respectable, if not excellent grades, in school. He was already looking to joining the Russian Air Force or serving in the FSB, (Federal Security Service of the Russian Federation) and his parent's believed that he would serve a great role in society.
That all changed when the Merge occurred, wiping out all but a few million people on Earth as they succumbed to the initial World-wide impact. For Yuri, who was surprised to see his home destroyed by an out of the ordinary event, was also shocked and depressed with the deaths of all his family. Yuri remained in Moscow, and was one of the few helping to gather the survivors together, not only managing to create a surviving community, but also establish a formal government, the New Moscow Federation or NMF for short. (Новая Москва Федерации/Novaya Moskva Federatsii) Yuri stayed initially, believing that they would provide some strength and stability to the populace. But increasing attacks by the Nightmare Soldiers, the government dragging its feet in the ineffectiveness of human weaponry against these new creatures and the governments focusing more on tightening its government control into what Yuri believes as a "Neo-Soviet" Dictatorship forced him to leave of his own will.
Yuri would live his life as a drifter, moving from place to place, bitter at how the world had become. But one day, whilst trekking through the Mountain Zone, he found his path being blocked by a pair of Rookie-level Digimon affiliated with the Nightmare Soldiers. Despite the odds being against Yuri's favor, he would fight hard against the two of them. The Digimon would eventually overpower him and gravely injure the boy, and would have killed him on the spot had it not been for a Hawkmon that swooped in and took them down. When Yuri came to a few hours later, he would find himself startled by the bird talking to him. At first he seemed cold and aloof towards her, but eventually thanked her for helping him get better.
When he was strong enough to walk, Yuri would start to be on his way, continuing his role as a drifter. The Hawkmon would follow him, helping to protect him from danger, despite his initial coldness towards her. Eventually, Yuri would become a bit warmer towards her, and would give her the name of Komyeta, Russian for "Comet." Together they would help each other, with Yuri eventually picking up the skills necessary to thrive in battle through learning with Komy. These skills were put to practice every once in a while, and upon seeing these skills used, saw the pair as recruits into the Grey Swords Mercenary Guild. At that point Yuri was 4 months past his seventeenth birthday when he and Komy joined, taking part in several odd jobs and helping to scavenge for useful goods that could help to better the group. It was after he joined that he abandoned his formal surname, taking up the name of Akulavich, "Son of the shark"
It has been nearly two years since Yuri joined the organization, and he has lived a somewhat comfortable life of living from job to job across the Server Continent. However, things are appearing to be off from what they seem, and their fates are about to be tied together along with this new world.
Character Theme:
Battle Theme:
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Digimon Partner
Name:
Komyeta (Komy)
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Komyeta's Personality has many differences compared to Yuri. Unlike Yuri, Komyeta has a much warmer, yet still approachable personality. She is generally friendly and is usually the one to cheer Yuri up. She has full trust in Yuri, and the feeling is mutual.
As Yuri's digimon's partner, she feels very protective of him, if he ever comes into danger, Komyeta would respond quickly to deal with the threat. At times she would chide Yuri, who almost always puts himself in such positions, even more so with other humans. However, she knows, along with Yuri, that they would never be put at a position that would prove disadvantageous to himself, his partner or both.
Digivolution Line:
Poromon -> Hawkmon -> Aquilamon -> Garudamon -> Hououmon
Yuri Akulavich
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Crest:
Light
Affiliation:
Mercenary/Grey Swords
Appearance:
Yuri is an individual standing at five foot nine and weighs roughly 165 pounds. He has neck-length messy brown hair and dark green colored eyes. He is of a slender build, not too skinny yet not too muscular. He has some light trappings of facial hair as a result of puberty, but it is generally light and is not noticable unless someone would look carefully at his face.
Yuri's attire consists of a brown poncho-like cloth cloak that covers his body from his shoulders down to his lower legs. Underneath the cloak is a black non-sleeved shirt with white trim, and brown colored gloves that cover his hands completely. Yuri wears a pair of blue jeans that cover all of his legs down to his feet. Yuri wears a pair of brown hiking boots for travel as well.
Personality:
Yuri is a somewhat amicable, yet somewhat bellicose individual, tempered by years of work as a Mercenary for hire. He doesn't usually care too much for the well being of others except for himself and his partner, of whom has saved his life many a time to the point where he has called him his партнер or partner. As a result, he gives to sarcastic, sometimes bitter and cynical snarks about the situation.
Yuri is often times seen with a straight face, unfazed my many a happening that occurred in this new world. Having survived the Merge, found his partner and been working freelance for years led him to adopt a more stoic persona as far as facial appearances are concerned. His many years of traveling and hearing some of the stories told by others, he would mostly shrug them off, sometimes in a wisecrack tone.
Outside of his more soft nature towards potential contracts, in reality he is largely a psychological mess, feeling distrust towards others, Komyeta being the only one he can ever really trust closely, outright disgust for how corrupt people had become just to live, of which he knows how hypocritical it sounds considering the way he lives, and suffers from the ghosts of his past. A part of the effects that stem from his past is his habit of smoking, always managing to make himself something to smoke with, and carrying a lighter, to which Yuri carries as a keepsake more than anything else.
When things get serious however, Yuri has an air of Tranquil Fury about him. He seems serenely, eerily calm, even if he comes close to being struck down, much to the annoyance of his Digimon partner, who is supposed to be his protector. As a mercenary, he had come to rely on his own prowess, and is not afraid to take on other humans if it means he can personally kill them with his own bare hands. Yuri is smart enough however not to pick a fight with another digimon that is at least Champion level or higher, and even rarely picks a fight with a Rookie-level as he feels it would be tatamount to suicide.
History:
Yuri Akulavich, born Yuri Kovalyov was born in the outskirts of Moscow, Russia. His mother was a fashion designer who was renowned throughout much of Russia, while his father was a amateur boxer who worked as owner and manager of a local gym. Growing up, Yuri had a fascination for flying, every other summer he and his parents would go spend time with his uncle and watch the MAKS Air Show near Moscow. He wanted to be fighter pilot growing up and he sought to practice his studies.
Yuri also had an interest in judo, something his father did professionally growing up, and at one point, winning an Olympic Medal playing for the Soviet Olympic Team. When Yuri turned 12, his father began training him in judo. The process was hard, Yuri's father trained him hard, almost in a capacity similar to that of a soldier. Yuri learned much from his father, and kept respectable, if not excellent grades, in school. He was already looking to joining the Russian Air Force or serving in the FSB, (Federal Security Service of the Russian Federation) and his parent's believed that he would serve a great role in society.
That all changed when the Merge occurred, wiping out all but a few million people on Earth as they succumbed to the initial World-wide impact. For Yuri, who was surprised to see his home destroyed by an out of the ordinary event, was also shocked and depressed with the deaths of all his family. Yuri remained in Moscow, and was one of the few helping to gather the survivors together, not only managing to create a surviving community, but also establish a formal government, the New Moscow Federation or NMF for short. (Новая Москва Федерации/Novaya Moskva Federatsii) Yuri stayed initially, believing that they would provide some strength and stability to the populace. But increasing attacks by the Nightmare Soldiers, the government dragging its feet in the ineffectiveness of human weaponry against these new creatures and the governments focusing more on tightening its government control into what Yuri believes as a "Neo-Soviet" Dictatorship forced him to leave of his own will.
Yuri would live his life as a drifter, moving from place to place, bitter at how the world had become. But one day, whilst trekking through the Mountain Zone, he found his path being blocked by a pair of Rookie-level Digimon affiliated with the Nightmare Soldiers. Despite the odds being against Yuri's favor, he would fight hard against the two of them. The Digimon would eventually overpower him and gravely injure the boy, and would have killed him on the spot had it not been for a Hawkmon that swooped in and took them down. When Yuri came to a few hours later, he would find himself startled by the bird talking to him. At first he seemed cold and aloof towards her, but eventually thanked her for helping him get better.
When he was strong enough to walk, Yuri would start to be on his way, continuing his role as a drifter. The Hawkmon would follow him, helping to protect him from danger, despite his initial coldness towards her. Eventually, Yuri would become a bit warmer towards her, and would give her the name of Komyeta, Russian for "Comet." Together they would help each other, with Yuri eventually picking up the skills necessary to thrive in battle through learning with Komy. These skills were put to practice every once in a while, and upon seeing these skills used, saw the pair as recruits into the Grey Swords Mercenary Guild. At that point Yuri was 4 months past his seventeenth birthday when he and Komy joined, taking part in several odd jobs and helping to scavenge for useful goods that could help to better the group. It was after he joined that he abandoned his formal surname, taking up the name of Akulavich, "Son of the shark"
It has been nearly two years since Yuri joined the organization, and he has lived a somewhat comfortable life of living from job to job across the Server Continent. However, things are appearing to be off from what they seem, and their fates are about to be tied together along with this new world.
Character Theme:
Battle Theme:
----
Digimon Partner
Name:
Komyeta (Komy)
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Komyeta's Personality has many differences compared to Yuri. Unlike Yuri, Komyeta has a much warmer, yet still approachable personality. She is generally friendly and is usually the one to cheer Yuri up. She has full trust in Yuri, and the feeling is mutual.
As Yuri's digimon's partner, she feels very protective of him, if he ever comes into danger, Komyeta would respond quickly to deal with the threat. At times she would chide Yuri, who almost always puts himself in such positions, even more so with other humans. However, she knows, along with Yuri, that they would never be put at a position that would prove disadvantageous to himself, his partner or both.
Digivolution Line:
Poromon -> Hawkmon -> Aquilamon -> Garudamon -> Hououmon
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Gir Sin Genji
Ganta Gun
I've polished up and completed my bio, the ending to the history will lead up to my first post.
Please tell me if there's anything I can do to it. Critisism is welcome
Please tell me if there's anything I can do to it. Critisism is welcome
Well, since you said criticism is welcome...
My point about detail still stands: I'd still like to see more depth to the character's personality.
I'd still say your history needs work, as well. It's equally as unbelievable as it was before: in no country in the world would they convict an 11 year old child, when there is an escaped convict on the loose, just because he was found to be the only one alive. As little faith as I have in the law enforcement of most countries, I don't think they reach THAT kind of level of absent-mindedness. It's doubtful he'd leave the kid alive if he murdered his entire family either. If you MUST have trauma like that, at least make it believable and well thought-out, with a clear effect on him; not just trauma for the sake of trauma. There are things that aren't really explained, either - just because he could make a hole in a wall he found reason to live again? If you're going to make dramatic statements like that, back them up with thought process and rationalization.
As a final note...it's not very...original. It seems to fluctuate quite wildly from one thing to another, with no real explanation offered: one minute he's given up on life, and the next he's falling in love with some random girl. Needs more work before I'd think about accepting it, I'm afraid.
Galmski, Soul, I will PM you both shortly~
My point about detail still stands: I'd still like to see more depth to the character's personality.
I'd still say your history needs work, as well. It's equally as unbelievable as it was before: in no country in the world would they convict an 11 year old child, when there is an escaped convict on the loose, just because he was found to be the only one alive. As little faith as I have in the law enforcement of most countries, I don't think they reach THAT kind of level of absent-mindedness. It's doubtful he'd leave the kid alive if he murdered his entire family either. If you MUST have trauma like that, at least make it believable and well thought-out, with a clear effect on him; not just trauma for the sake of trauma. There are things that aren't really explained, either - just because he could make a hole in a wall he found reason to live again? If you're going to make dramatic statements like that, back them up with thought process and rationalization.
As a final note...it's not very...original. It seems to fluctuate quite wildly from one thing to another, with no real explanation offered: one minute he's given up on life, and the next he's falling in love with some random girl. Needs more work before I'd think about accepting it, I'm afraid.
Galmski, Soul, I will PM you both shortly~
Gir Sin Genji
Ganta Gun
I'm really bad at this....
Oh well, guess I'll throw it in word and start chipping away....
EDIT: Well, my original idea is kinda not working for me, so I'm going to try again. Can I reserve the current evolution line I have, and the crest of Hope??? Thanks Martel.
Subtle-sounds
Ex-Soldier
Repost, for ease of use. New personality and history, im still working on Sneak though
Main Info:
Name:Mina Arminette
Age: 17
Gender:Female
Crest: Knowledge
Affiliation: None (wants to join the Arbiters in their work)
Additional:
Appearance:
Her usual look involves dark, Gothic style mixed with uniform-like outfits, accentuating her young and innocent face. Her raven hair is held firmly in two ponytails that trail the length of her body. Her red-rimmed glasses perch precariously on the bridge of her nose almost but never quite falling off. All of this accentuating her sense of studious attitude.
Mina is never seen without her laptop and Nightmare Before Christmas Backpack, headphones on and synthesised music blaring through their speakers, she appears Creepy and mean, though this is all part of her defence mechanism.
Personality:
Mina is a true geek, never seen without her bespectacled face shoved into a book of one kind or another, she is knowledgeable on many subjects but this makes her come across as bit of a know it all, This leads people to dislike her, If she knows she is right she wont let that fact go, and if she is wrong she will not admit it until you can find a book that proves otherwise. She is the “I know best so you follow what I say” type of person, though she doesn’t do it maliciously or in a commanding way which is the initial aura she gives off, its in a caring way, or as caring as she can be.
Living a life of knowledge, books and seclusion can make you seem cold, aloof and unapproachable, its hard to be friends with someone who doesn’t know how to react to people on the whole.When you get to know her its a different story entirely. Mina is bubbly, talkative and friendly. Its just that her ways and habits do everything they can to stop people getting close enough to see this side of her. Having been bullied for many years for things that were out of her control she learned how to shut everyone out. Its just that as she learned how to do this she didn’t learn how to open up or let anyone back in.
Even though she thinks of the day she tried to kill herself everyday, and has nightmares about it, she tries not to let it interfere with her life, she hopes that by continuing to pursue the truth and highest achievements she can attain that someday her life will find something else worth paying attention to.
History:
Her Father had always been proud of her thirst for knowledge, he had always encouraged her to use her knowledge to help others and to continue to nurture her gifts he would give her books that other children were unable to read, simply to keep her intelligence getting higher. It wasn’t in a hateful or forced way, it was in a loving way, He was helping her nurture her true passion in life. She had loved learning new things, and enjoyed reading almost anything from fictional stories to the daily newspapers. She would read cookery books and ingredients from food packaging. Then she would read scientific texts to find out what it all was, Everything around her became a source of knowledge or things to research, study and extract useful titbits from. Her thirst for knowledge inadvertently cost her greatly.
When she reached the age of 11 he had gone out to buy her a present to commemorate her reaching young adulthood. He bought her a laptop, brand new to let her access the untapped format of intelligence, the internet. It was ok until he started heading home. The laptop was stored securely in the boot. And he was driving along without a care in the world. He was fine but the driver of the truck infront had an accident, causing him to career off course wildly, slamming into the front of her fathers car. The crash killed her father almost instantly, but the laptop survived. A constant reminder of what had happened and why. 3 years later her mother had died, Her husbands death had weighed so heavily on her she had become an alcoholic. It didn’t take too long for her mothers body to give out. And so it was that 3 days after her 14[SUP]th[/SUP] birthday the social services were uprooting her from her home and school and sending her to an orphanage. It was a few months later that the Merge hit. Since the merge her world was different. She remembers the day of the merge like it was yesterday; it was after all the day she tried to end her lonely existence. And the day she failed.
She didn’t understand how all of the bullies that had picked on her had kept friends when she had lost everything and everyone; it drove her to the brink and pushed her over the edge, Years of emotional and physical torture at the hands of others turned all her hate inward. She stood on the precipice of a buildings roof crying,Then she jumped. She re-visited her entire life in those few seconds as she fell. She fell further than she had ever fell before, She saw the lights of Heaven. That was precisely when the merge happened. Her fall stopped suddenly and she felt no pain from the landing. She awoke surrounded by trees and flowers, she was in the middle of a forest. At first she thought it was heaven, then she slowly realized she was still on earth, So this was Gods punishment? To continue on with this meaningless existence? Fine she had thought, She would find a way to make it all worthwhile. It wasn’t until 4 months later that she found out what she could do. The world had changed around her, there were creatures, monsters roaming the world. There were new organisations cropping up in this world all of which needed one valuable thing. Information. With all these new dangers to face; new challenges to beat. The thoughts this created in Minas head fed her thirst for knowledge and purpose.She would find her way in this world, she would find her purpose and it would be her achievements that got her there
Character theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9EL6u9YR7Z0
Battle theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvgsS...feature=relmfu
Digimon Partner Bio
Name: Sneak
Gender: Famale
Personality:Furtive and shy Sneak hides out of sight of most people [[tbwo]]
Digivolution Line: Zurumon - Pagumon - DemiDevimon - Bakemon - pumpkinmon - Boltmon
{{UNDER CONSTRUCTION}}
Main Info:
Name:Mina Arminette
Age: 17
Gender:Female
Crest: Knowledge
Affiliation: None (wants to join the Arbiters in their work)
Additional:
Appearance:
Her usual look involves dark, Gothic style mixed with uniform-like outfits, accentuating her young and innocent face. Her raven hair is held firmly in two ponytails that trail the length of her body. Her red-rimmed glasses perch precariously on the bridge of her nose almost but never quite falling off. All of this accentuating her sense of studious attitude.
Mina is never seen without her laptop and Nightmare Before Christmas Backpack, headphones on and synthesised music blaring through their speakers, she appears Creepy and mean, though this is all part of her defence mechanism.
Personality:
Mina is a true geek, never seen without her bespectacled face shoved into a book of one kind or another, she is knowledgeable on many subjects but this makes her come across as bit of a know it all, This leads people to dislike her, If she knows she is right she wont let that fact go, and if she is wrong she will not admit it until you can find a book that proves otherwise. She is the “I know best so you follow what I say” type of person, though she doesn’t do it maliciously or in a commanding way which is the initial aura she gives off, its in a caring way, or as caring as she can be.
Living a life of knowledge, books and seclusion can make you seem cold, aloof and unapproachable, its hard to be friends with someone who doesn’t know how to react to people on the whole.When you get to know her its a different story entirely. Mina is bubbly, talkative and friendly. Its just that her ways and habits do everything they can to stop people getting close enough to see this side of her. Having been bullied for many years for things that were out of her control she learned how to shut everyone out. Its just that as she learned how to do this she didn’t learn how to open up or let anyone back in.
Even though she thinks of the day she tried to kill herself everyday, and has nightmares about it, she tries not to let it interfere with her life, she hopes that by continuing to pursue the truth and highest achievements she can attain that someday her life will find something else worth paying attention to.
History:
Her Father had always been proud of her thirst for knowledge, he had always encouraged her to use her knowledge to help others and to continue to nurture her gifts he would give her books that other children were unable to read, simply to keep her intelligence getting higher. It wasn’t in a hateful or forced way, it was in a loving way, He was helping her nurture her true passion in life. She had loved learning new things, and enjoyed reading almost anything from fictional stories to the daily newspapers. She would read cookery books and ingredients from food packaging. Then she would read scientific texts to find out what it all was, Everything around her became a source of knowledge or things to research, study and extract useful titbits from. Her thirst for knowledge inadvertently cost her greatly.
When she reached the age of 11 he had gone out to buy her a present to commemorate her reaching young adulthood. He bought her a laptop, brand new to let her access the untapped format of intelligence, the internet. It was ok until he started heading home. The laptop was stored securely in the boot. And he was driving along without a care in the world. He was fine but the driver of the truck infront had an accident, causing him to career off course wildly, slamming into the front of her fathers car. The crash killed her father almost instantly, but the laptop survived. A constant reminder of what had happened and why. 3 years later her mother had died, Her husbands death had weighed so heavily on her she had become an alcoholic. It didn’t take too long for her mothers body to give out. And so it was that 3 days after her 14[SUP]th[/SUP] birthday the social services were uprooting her from her home and school and sending her to an orphanage. It was a few months later that the Merge hit. Since the merge her world was different. She remembers the day of the merge like it was yesterday; it was after all the day she tried to end her lonely existence. And the day she failed.
She didn’t understand how all of the bullies that had picked on her had kept friends when she had lost everything and everyone; it drove her to the brink and pushed her over the edge, Years of emotional and physical torture at the hands of others turned all her hate inward. She stood on the precipice of a buildings roof crying,Then she jumped. She re-visited her entire life in those few seconds as she fell. She fell further than she had ever fell before, She saw the lights of Heaven. That was precisely when the merge happened. Her fall stopped suddenly and she felt no pain from the landing. She awoke surrounded by trees and flowers, she was in the middle of a forest. At first she thought it was heaven, then she slowly realized she was still on earth, So this was Gods punishment? To continue on with this meaningless existence? Fine she had thought, She would find a way to make it all worthwhile. It wasn’t until 4 months later that she found out what she could do. The world had changed around her, there were creatures, monsters roaming the world. There were new organisations cropping up in this world all of which needed one valuable thing. Information. With all these new dangers to face; new challenges to beat. The thoughts this created in Minas head fed her thirst for knowledge and purpose.She would find her way in this world, she would find her purpose and it would be her achievements that got her there
Character theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9EL6u9YR7Z0
Battle theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvgsS...feature=relmfu
Digimon Partner Bio
Name: Sneak
Gender: Famale
Personality:Furtive and shy Sneak hides out of sight of most people [[tbwo]]
Digivolution Line: Zurumon - Pagumon - DemiDevimon - Bakemon - pumpkinmon - Boltmon
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Subtle: Well, since you pestered me for feedback...
That's slightly better, although your grammar and sentence structure needs clearing up, badly. I also remember saying no to the Digipedia idea, and that still stands; it's little more than an excuse to metagame without appearing to metagame. Maybe expand a little bit further on the personality section, as well: nearly everyone in this RP right now seems to be going for some kind of cold and distant character, so this is something I'm going to tell everyone: differentiate your character from that stereotype, please. Use it as a base if you want to, but expand on it properly though history and complementary personality traits. You've started to do that, but I'd like to see more of it.
Regarding your history: if your character is going to try and commit suicide, then expand on that. Drama for the sake of drama doesn't really equate to character development, and if that is how your character felt then, what happened afterwards? Did anything change? If not, why not? The relationship with her Digimon in the history needs expanding on a well.
On a minor note, I'm hoping to finish things off today, and then FINALLY start on my own profiles.
That's slightly better, although your grammar and sentence structure needs clearing up, badly. I also remember saying no to the Digipedia idea, and that still stands; it's little more than an excuse to metagame without appearing to metagame. Maybe expand a little bit further on the personality section, as well: nearly everyone in this RP right now seems to be going for some kind of cold and distant character, so this is something I'm going to tell everyone: differentiate your character from that stereotype, please. Use it as a base if you want to, but expand on it properly though history and complementary personality traits. You've started to do that, but I'd like to see more of it.
Regarding your history: if your character is going to try and commit suicide, then expand on that. Drama for the sake of drama doesn't really equate to character development, and if that is how your character felt then, what happened afterwards? Did anything change? If not, why not? The relationship with her Digimon in the history needs expanding on a well.
On a minor note, I'm hoping to finish things off today, and then FINALLY start on my own profiles.
Subtle-sounds
Ex-Soldier
ok i understand the bits about the history aside from the no no with the digipedia... she hasnt made it yet, she is looking to study the digimon as the rp goes on... is this still a no-no to put in her history as its technically a hope for the future. the rest i can alter and as for the grammar please bear in mind that i was up until 1 trying to make this work as it was...
Benrir
Dragon King
Then I would ask for Light seeing that it doesn't look anyone has reserved it now. Reserved, then I will update my character's personality and etc.
Actually, Noblesse Oblige has taken Light for his character profile, so I'm afraid that one has been taken as well. I've not had a chance to update the thread, because I've been so busy trying to get the information thread finished...
My bio, for all intents and purposes is complete. I don't think I can really add anything more off the top of my head at this point in the game.
NAME – Phoebe Atton
AGE – 19
GENDER – Female
CREST – Love
AFFILIATION –Digidestined, mercenary, Grey Swords
APPEARANCE –
© Copyrighted by Fleur.
In a post-Merge world where demonic Digimons are a part of normality, while humans scurry around like delicate insects they now are in an attempt to survive or delay their imminent deaths; it is rare to see an individual dressed as well as Phoebe. Her most dominant attire is that of her watery-light lavender coat, made from the luxurious mix of organic cotton and light poly-fibre. The edge of the coattails and sleeves are given a fetching black colour to neatly juxtapose with the dominant white. Two pockets line up in the waist area, and just above, are two buttons, though Phoebe generally prefers her coat unbuttoned. Underneath is a plain white shirt, with the collars buttoned up around her neck. Adorned around her neck are two necklaces, with one being slightly longer and hanging lower than the other: the shorter composed of small white pearl-like beads on a thread; the other with tiny metal studs running alongside a silver crescent moon ornament. Yes, a crescent moon motif. You will find that it will make recurring appearances for this character.
Phoebe’s shirt begins to gently fold and crease towards the waist, tightly held in place while tucked in underneath her belt – simple leather, with an elegant steel buckle adorned with another silver crescent moon. Fancy. Beneath, is a short black skirt, its material ending at the edge with a frilly effect, while more importantly, modesty is maintained by long dark tights that end at the thighs. To cap it off, her footwear is typically a pair of long grey-black boots that peak just below the knee. It could be Italian; no one really cares, although they do look like they would fetch quite a price, as premium as the material is. However, due to overuse, the boots have begun to be decorated with the delightful sight of dried mud. Oh, I nearly forgot to mention that pistol she carries around. The above drawing doesn’t make it clear, but that is meant to be a pistol in her left hand. She probably keeps it in an inside pocket for all I know.
Okay, enough about the clothes. Yes, we love them, but there’s only so much about clothes that we can talk about. Physically, Phoebe is an unremarkable 5'5". I say unremarkable, because that would probably make her taller than I am and you would have to be remarkable to be shorter than I am. Yes, she does have that typical slim complexion, but give me credit, this is meant to be anime character design. At least she isn’t Serah “I’m an anorexic lolibait” Farron. Piercing cobalt-blue eyes are complimented somehow by a set of thick dark eyelashes, while her skin is fair, albeit slightly on the pale side. Her long walnut-coloured hair mostly reaches halfway down her back, though cut shorter in the shoulder areas, with an asymmetrical longer frame on the left side of her face and reaching down just beyond her left shoulder. Otherwise, her hair is relatively well-maintained, retaining a mild layered look, with slight choppy fringes that leave the eyes unobstructed.
PERSONALITY –
For Phoebe, there is always something relevant to dig back up from the past. Being a child born with a remarkable photographic memory, perhaps this was always going to be inevitable. She relentlessly continues to clutch on to the past, this grip never tenacious, and unable to discard the bitterness that ties her to her past. As such, it is common to see Phoebe almost live in the past as often as she appears to be fully consciously aware of the present. It reaches a point where there is a clear dichotomy between her inability to let the past die and her occasional inability to fully adapt to the gravity of the present. It isn’t exactly longing for a better bygone era, but rather her own bitter disdain towards her controlling mother and what she believes to have been an unhappy fealty to her mother. In the company of others, Phoebe remains resolutely ignorant about the virtues of family, even voicing her envy at those who were given the opportunities to grow up like ordinary children with happy families and parents that cared and doted for them – rather than take advantage of them.
While she attempts to obfuscate her real feelings with a stoic façade of unmoving determination and strength, Phoebe is very consciously aware of her limitations, which is certainly going to be emphasised on later. With this fragile façade, one wouldn’t exactly describe her as being cold and distant. On the contrary, she does appear to be willing to listen to others and to freely cooperate with them, though she is plagued by a slight fear of building any meaningful relationship with another individual – professional or otherwise. She wavers in the distorted idea that trust can simply lead to another individual to use and flaunt her for their own gains, just as her mother had done. Though as aforementioned with Phoebe’s ability to still interact and cooperate, she possesses a certain capacity to trust – only to an extent. She retains a certain calculable edge for her short-term survival. She can build bridges and alliances, so long as they aren’t permanent and there is no requirement for her to stay.
This produces an adverse relationship between Phoebe and her Digimon partner Lunamon. As she fears building a close bond with anyone, this extends even to her partner Digimon and as a result, she is apprehensive that even Lunamon could one day mature enough to take an opportunity to use her. This is also accentuated by her slight distrust of Digimons in general, paranoid to an extent that collectively, they have malevolent plans for humanity. Consequentially, Phoebe takes it to great lengths to rein in her Digimon partner, going so far as to simply treat her as a survival tool and that is often exactly what she is. She rarely hesitates in sending Lunamon into a battle so long as it primarily ensures – chiefly – her own survival and openly accepts the Digimon’s subservience to her on the justification of the grounds that she never asked or wanted Lunamon to be her partner – that Lunamon willingly came to her one day to ask for her fealty.
Ironically, Phoebe simply ends up subconsciously acting just like her mother in a hard-line attempt to be as distantly associated with her mother as possible. Perhaps worse than her mother arguably, is the fact that there is no deep connection of trust between Phoebe and Lunamon, creating little solid ground for a meaningful partnership built on love to anchor. She recognises however, that Lunamon is essentially like a child – a Digimon with a longing for company, despite her subservience to Phoebe like a child responding to a member of an older peer, as well as with a voracious appetite and a love for using simple vocabulary. Phoebe will eventually slowly recognise her role in this partnership as being a motherly figure to his child, though this does not yet take into account another conspicuous character trait of hers.
It is true that Phoebe never really lived a conventional childhood and had spent most of her life famous and constantly hounded for, while her mother seemed distant yet controlling. Yet at the same time, Phoebe needed her mother as much as her mother needed her. Perhaps like Lunamon, Phoebe was the child and needed directions to be laid out for her; otherwise she would be unable to wholly stand on her two feet. In a post-merge world, we see Phoebe retaining traits of this dependent child, rather than a hardened adult survivor in a world that is to quote Hobbes: nasty, brutish and short. She still doesn’t see herself as being ready to fully leave the proverbial cocoon, which does sometimes lead to emotional breakdowns as she and Lunamon live virtually aimlessly, not knowing where to go, what to exactly do and how to accomplish any long-term goal. If Phoebe to an extent is still a child, how can she ever hope to act as a motherly figure to a Digimon that is probably even more of a child than she is? Phoebe isn’t exactly harsh, cold and calculating. There is certainly motherly compassion deep within her somewhere, evidenced by her rescuing of a vulnerable and half-dying Lunamon when she was merely a Moonmon.
During moments of peace when she is also not trying to feed Lunamon, Phoebe enjoys target practice with her pistol, a supposed relic of her father – the one parent that Phoebe holds some fond memories of – who died over a decade ago. At the same time, she struggles to forgive her father for disappearing on them. As far as Phoebe is concerned, her father was the anchor of the family and his absence left her mother unopposed in exploiting her only daughter. By carrying his pistol around, Phoebe clutches on to the very loose thread that in a symbolic way, her father is with her to protect her, as ineffectual as her weapon often is!
Phoebe is hardly what one can call bellicose, unless she is the one being threatened. By nature, she is a realist. There is no optimism for some grand long-term project for the betterment of the world. No, she can leave that to another fool who believes such an aim is even at least attainable. Furthermore, as long as she is thinking rationally, she does not ordinarily accept a battle that is larger than what she can manage, though there will be occasions when she mentally breaks down and pursue just that. And mentally break down she will, because like I said, she’s still essentially as much of a dependent child as she is a young woman who has to push forward and survive with a young little Digimon partner in a harsh new world.
HISTORY –
Phoebe was a sickly child in her early days. She was born in Birmingham, England, once a city of a thousand trades, bustling with businesses and artisans of all shapes and sizes, until a severe economic slowdown occurred that most of Britain struggled to recover from. Phoebe and her parents could only afford an apartment in one of the lesser desired neighbourhoods: her father worked as a taxi driver, her mother as a hairdresser. It was a goliath struggle to make ends meet, especially when factoring into account the health of their only daughter. Her immune system was slow in its development, and when she acquired chicken pox at the age of four, it very nearly killed her. Until her health did begin to improve as she neared the age of seven or eight, Phoebe’s father would be the one closest to her at her side, cheering her up, playing memory games with her, reading her favourite tales to her and even showing her his pistol – a memento from his own father which was illegally kept in the house.
Her mother on the other hand, differed in that she began to see her own daughter as a severe liability during this period of ill health. They were already barely able to make ends meet and to have a daughter that relied on cocktails of expensive medicine did nothing to ameliorate the situation. It only made their financial situation worse. Her mother was always a seeker of gold. She detested the city and she detested her life. Sure, it was selfish, but money was the most paramount of things on her mind, accentuated by her bitterness towards some miscarriage of justice in the past that denied her such opportunities. From a young age, Phoebe learnt to distrust and even dislike her own mother. Her father was her anchor, while her mother was the vain gold digger. It turned for the worse when her father was struck down by lung cancer when Phoebe was eight. Her father was the one man that would dedicate his time and love to encouraging and reassuring his daughter, promising her that her mother spoke nothing but exaggerations and that Phoebe could still join every other child in the world to aspire to be whatever she wished to be. His loss was devastating to young Phoebe, though the young girl was gifted with a remarkable photographic memory. Virtually every fond memory she possessed of her father continued to remain safely stored within her memory banks, ready to be played back repeatedly.
Ominously, the departure of her father left Phoebe alone with her rather dysfunctional mother. Her mother continued to blame Phoebe for being the unaffordable financial drain she allegedly was, lamented the fact that they were virtually bankrupt and plagued with debt. She could have abandoned the gradually recovering child to a foster family, though fate weaved a new thread for her. She eventually noticed her daughter’s incredible memory and after a chance consultation with some figures in the industry, Phoebe made her debut TV appearances in memory-related game shows, displaying consistently astounding performances to the extent that she was quickly a young celebrity in a matter of weeks. Her mother remained discontent with the situation and pushed Phoebe into learning an assortment of musical instruments. By the time she reached adolescence, her mother attempted to promote Phoebe as being somewhat of an idol singer, though unfortunately for her, this wasn’t Japan.
Fortunately for her however, this needn’t have been Japan. Britain was cash-stripped, but there was still a large popular market for the young teenage celebrity. While occasionally a vocalist, Phoebe excelled also in quickly memorising and playing back piano and violin tracks almost perfectly – reciting purely through memory and unaided by music sheets. Yet she never enjoyed the direction her life took. Phoebe could only glance over behind her shoulder to see her mother, ecstatic with the money coming in from her talents and the advertisements, but in private, she never truly treated Phoebe any better than if she were still a bedridden ill child. She was just a precious commodity to her mother now, a gold metal detector, a tool for her own selfish needs. Sure, Phoebe was the one making the money, but her mother was the chief receiver of the money and she enjoyed nothing more than to swim in her own greed. I mean, of course, why should you do a proper job of being a mother when you’re minted?
Phoebe grew to totally resent her mother. She was mature enough to realise that she was just being used. There was no close bond between mother and child. There was no bond at all. And there was certainly no actual family occurring when Phoebe was just a commodity of her mother. What right did her mother have to simply use her without taking into account what Phoebe wanted? In truth however, Phoebe had no idea what she wanted to be. It was either: continue this lifestyle, or be directionless, aimless and lost. But, it was soul-crushing to see the depths a supposed mother would fall to not for her child, but for herself. Phoebe was trapped, yet had no idea how to liberate herself and neither did she know what she could do with herself even if she managed to. It was soul-crushing also to consider that she never really had a proper childhood. She spent her first eight years ill and bedridden, and shortly afterwards an immediate niche celebrity before blossoming into one of the country’s young national icons.
Phoebe was still fifteen when she came face to face with – to mitigate it as much as possible – a brave new world. The Merge occurred. It ruptured the world – well, in fact, it went further than that. It was half an apocalypse for all Phoebe knew, as the merging of worlds was underway, destroying city after city, country after country, and continent after continent. Phoebe’s memory often never failed her, yet it was only the Merge that left her with only a hazy recollection of events. She could make out a blurry playback of the cataclysm occur…and the permanent disappearance of her home, her country…and her mother. Ah, I’m sure the cataclysm wasn’t much. Only billions of people dead.
Adjusting to this new world was a very gradual process. Phoebe’s first reactions were perhaps too indescribable to truly convey in words. Needless to say, this was something she did secretly fear (aimlessness, directionless, lost) but magnified to the extent that at first she began to completely question all of reality. Where was she and what the hell were these Digimons? It was by this point that a series of emotional trauma episodes began to degrade Phoebe’s famous photographic memory. Recollections of her earlier days in the post-Merge world became nothing more than vague hazes, as Phoebe drifted across miles of unfamiliar lands. Sure, she found some company and it was through them that Phoebe began to piece together scraps of information to learn more about the new world they were all thrust into and it was through them that Phoebe first began to learn sufficient survival techniques. Oddly, one pre-Merge world possession that had found its way randomly transported in one piece to Phoebe was her father’s pistol – a pistol that she hadn’t seen nor laid hands on in years.
Phoebe with a group of drifters eventually made their way to the relatively safe city of Antioch near the very southern peninsula tip of the Folder Continent. There, she took quiet refuge there for a couple of months and eventually took on a series of odd jobs to support herself in the city. It was still a struggle, though adaptable, at least until Ophanimon Falldown Mode rained her mindless fury onto the city. While countless never survived that onslaught, Phoebe was able to flee from the siege with a small band upon pre-emptively receiving the warning. She separated from her band in the Dust Zone, though Phoebe found her way famished and exhausted in Riga, only to be confronted with another series of emotional breakdowns from the harsh trauma.
She picked herself up once again to find odd jobs, though they often involved travelling from Riga to File City – an unenviable task when roads were wrought with various dangers – from bandits to rogue Digimons. It was in the cold twilight one late evening in the Dust Zone when Phoebe found a lone Moonmon, shivering violently while lying against a ragged patch of rug in the middle of the vast dusty bowl plains. Despite Phoebe’s mild distrust in these alien Digital Monsters, this Moonmon was almost certainly close to death. Her head suggested abandoning the thing, yet her heart tugged in the opposite direction. Heeding the latter, Phoebe clutched the young Digimon in her arms and traversed back to Riga with her. When the Moonmon demonstrated promising signs of recovery, Phoebe opted to leave her be, telling the Digimon that she had to learn how to find her strength alone.
It was barely days later when a Lunamon found her in the very same Dust Zone plains. To Phoebe’s surprise, this young Lunamon introduced herself as being that same Moonmon she had previously rescued. Filled with undying gratitude, the young Digimon offered to remain with Phoebe and to protect her as part of a life debt – even if it meant subservience as the pair unanimously agreed on. Curiously, soon after she returned to Riga with Lunamon freshly at her side, Phoebe came across an unexpected item in her possession. The Digivice, as ignorant as she was towards what exactly it was, had appeared to her from virtually out of thin air for all we know, with how that ended up there. Whatever this Digivice was, it certainly appeared to aid Phoebe and Lunamon at their times of need. The first time a Champion-level Digimon truly faced them was an insane Ogremon in the dusty wilderness. The outmatched Lunamon was able to Digivolve into a Lekismon, astonishing the teenager, as she convinced herself in the aftermath of the battle that her mysterious gadget was in some way bestowing to them power. However, Lekismon’s strength would often fluctuate, mainly due to the youth and inexperience of the Digimon. Stronger Champions and even Ultimates were in a league far greater than that of Lekismon and to Phoebe’s sheer irritation, her new gadget did nothing to allow Lekismon to grow into her Ultimate level.
Yet despite this limitation, Phoebe began attracting the attention of Grey Sword scouts. And as the world begins to burn with the ongoing war, Phoebe with Lunamon continues her simple mercenary work, often taking her from Riga to File City and back. Yet the war will change and battlefields will shift…
Character Theme – TBA
Battle Theme – TBA
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DIGIMON PARTNER BIO
NAME – Lunamon (regardless of Digivolution forms – think Willis from that Digimon Movie, when he calls the corrupted one of his two Digimons “Kokomon” despite its appearances in the film as Wendigomon, Antylamon and Cherubimon)
GENDER – Female
PERSONALITY –
Chiefly, Lunamon is meek and modest. She has a tendency of downplaying her feats, often transferring the credit to Phoebe despite the blatantly obvious contrary to the case. At heart, this is still a childlike Digimon who had only recently achieved her Digivolution into the Rookie stage after spending much of her earlier life as a Moonmon on the run, famished and depleted of strength. She prefers to utter only simple vocabulary and often fails to fully comprehend certain situations or anything too profound when spoken to. As expected, one of her chief fears is loneliness – accentuated by the fact that as a Moonmon, she had essentially been left in the wilderness, close to death and too feeble to continue. Like a dependent child and shy towards anything over three times its size, Lunamon often clings tight to Phoebe, often retreating behind her.
There is more to her than a simple childlike personality, however. As mentioned several times beforehand, Lunamon was willing to swear a life debt to Phoebe for saving her. There is a strong sense of duty and honour flowing within her, even if it leaves her with an unabashed naivety, even if she realises or not. Even though Phoebe clearly fails to treat her as an equal partner and Lunamon to her is often or not a mere weapon, there is no angry reciprocation in response to this subservient partnership. Lunamon continues to see it as her duty and goal to protect and fight for Phoebe, even at the cost of herself. Perhaps rather conspicuously, there is a strong sense of love in this partnership, though unfortunately at this stage, it is only Lunamon exhibiting any real love towards her partner.
Polite though unassertive, Lunamon continues to insist in the maintenance of this master-servant relationship due to the life debt. She too is initially reluctant to see it develop into a more complex mother-daughter relationship, fearing that this could compromise this pact of fealty she offered to the girl. Nevertheless, out of her love for Phoebe, Lunamon willingly enters battle primarily to protect her at all costs, tragically even if the battle breaks her. It is a remarkable iron resolve that certainly elevates this little Digimon into something more than the simple, childish, feeble rabbit she appears to be at first glance. There is a way for Lunamon to brush aside that shyness and finally come into her own, but one may have to wait until she attains her Ultimate or even Mega forms.
DIGIVOLUTION LINE – Moonmon -> Lunamon -> Lekismon -> Crescemon -> Dianamon
AGE – 19
GENDER – Female
CREST – Love
AFFILIATION –Digidestined, mercenary, Grey Swords
APPEARANCE –
© Copyrighted by Fleur.
In a post-Merge world where demonic Digimons are a part of normality, while humans scurry around like delicate insects they now are in an attempt to survive or delay their imminent deaths; it is rare to see an individual dressed as well as Phoebe. Her most dominant attire is that of her watery-light lavender coat, made from the luxurious mix of organic cotton and light poly-fibre. The edge of the coattails and sleeves are given a fetching black colour to neatly juxtapose with the dominant white. Two pockets line up in the waist area, and just above, are two buttons, though Phoebe generally prefers her coat unbuttoned. Underneath is a plain white shirt, with the collars buttoned up around her neck. Adorned around her neck are two necklaces, with one being slightly longer and hanging lower than the other: the shorter composed of small white pearl-like beads on a thread; the other with tiny metal studs running alongside a silver crescent moon ornament. Yes, a crescent moon motif. You will find that it will make recurring appearances for this character.
Phoebe’s shirt begins to gently fold and crease towards the waist, tightly held in place while tucked in underneath her belt – simple leather, with an elegant steel buckle adorned with another silver crescent moon. Fancy. Beneath, is a short black skirt, its material ending at the edge with a frilly effect, while more importantly, modesty is maintained by long dark tights that end at the thighs. To cap it off, her footwear is typically a pair of long grey-black boots that peak just below the knee. It could be Italian; no one really cares, although they do look like they would fetch quite a price, as premium as the material is. However, due to overuse, the boots have begun to be decorated with the delightful sight of dried mud. Oh, I nearly forgot to mention that pistol she carries around. The above drawing doesn’t make it clear, but that is meant to be a pistol in her left hand. She probably keeps it in an inside pocket for all I know.
Okay, enough about the clothes. Yes, we love them, but there’s only so much about clothes that we can talk about. Physically, Phoebe is an unremarkable 5'5". I say unremarkable, because that would probably make her taller than I am and you would have to be remarkable to be shorter than I am. Yes, she does have that typical slim complexion, but give me credit, this is meant to be anime character design. At least she isn’t Serah “I’m an anorexic lolibait” Farron. Piercing cobalt-blue eyes are complimented somehow by a set of thick dark eyelashes, while her skin is fair, albeit slightly on the pale side. Her long walnut-coloured hair mostly reaches halfway down her back, though cut shorter in the shoulder areas, with an asymmetrical longer frame on the left side of her face and reaching down just beyond her left shoulder. Otherwise, her hair is relatively well-maintained, retaining a mild layered look, with slight choppy fringes that leave the eyes unobstructed.
PERSONALITY –
For Phoebe, there is always something relevant to dig back up from the past. Being a child born with a remarkable photographic memory, perhaps this was always going to be inevitable. She relentlessly continues to clutch on to the past, this grip never tenacious, and unable to discard the bitterness that ties her to her past. As such, it is common to see Phoebe almost live in the past as often as she appears to be fully consciously aware of the present. It reaches a point where there is a clear dichotomy between her inability to let the past die and her occasional inability to fully adapt to the gravity of the present. It isn’t exactly longing for a better bygone era, but rather her own bitter disdain towards her controlling mother and what she believes to have been an unhappy fealty to her mother. In the company of others, Phoebe remains resolutely ignorant about the virtues of family, even voicing her envy at those who were given the opportunities to grow up like ordinary children with happy families and parents that cared and doted for them – rather than take advantage of them.
While she attempts to obfuscate her real feelings with a stoic façade of unmoving determination and strength, Phoebe is very consciously aware of her limitations, which is certainly going to be emphasised on later. With this fragile façade, one wouldn’t exactly describe her as being cold and distant. On the contrary, she does appear to be willing to listen to others and to freely cooperate with them, though she is plagued by a slight fear of building any meaningful relationship with another individual – professional or otherwise. She wavers in the distorted idea that trust can simply lead to another individual to use and flaunt her for their own gains, just as her mother had done. Though as aforementioned with Phoebe’s ability to still interact and cooperate, she possesses a certain capacity to trust – only to an extent. She retains a certain calculable edge for her short-term survival. She can build bridges and alliances, so long as they aren’t permanent and there is no requirement for her to stay.
This produces an adverse relationship between Phoebe and her Digimon partner Lunamon. As she fears building a close bond with anyone, this extends even to her partner Digimon and as a result, she is apprehensive that even Lunamon could one day mature enough to take an opportunity to use her. This is also accentuated by her slight distrust of Digimons in general, paranoid to an extent that collectively, they have malevolent plans for humanity. Consequentially, Phoebe takes it to great lengths to rein in her Digimon partner, going so far as to simply treat her as a survival tool and that is often exactly what she is. She rarely hesitates in sending Lunamon into a battle so long as it primarily ensures – chiefly – her own survival and openly accepts the Digimon’s subservience to her on the justification of the grounds that she never asked or wanted Lunamon to be her partner – that Lunamon willingly came to her one day to ask for her fealty.
Ironically, Phoebe simply ends up subconsciously acting just like her mother in a hard-line attempt to be as distantly associated with her mother as possible. Perhaps worse than her mother arguably, is the fact that there is no deep connection of trust between Phoebe and Lunamon, creating little solid ground for a meaningful partnership built on love to anchor. She recognises however, that Lunamon is essentially like a child – a Digimon with a longing for company, despite her subservience to Phoebe like a child responding to a member of an older peer, as well as with a voracious appetite and a love for using simple vocabulary. Phoebe will eventually slowly recognise her role in this partnership as being a motherly figure to his child, though this does not yet take into account another conspicuous character trait of hers.
It is true that Phoebe never really lived a conventional childhood and had spent most of her life famous and constantly hounded for, while her mother seemed distant yet controlling. Yet at the same time, Phoebe needed her mother as much as her mother needed her. Perhaps like Lunamon, Phoebe was the child and needed directions to be laid out for her; otherwise she would be unable to wholly stand on her two feet. In a post-merge world, we see Phoebe retaining traits of this dependent child, rather than a hardened adult survivor in a world that is to quote Hobbes: nasty, brutish and short. She still doesn’t see herself as being ready to fully leave the proverbial cocoon, which does sometimes lead to emotional breakdowns as she and Lunamon live virtually aimlessly, not knowing where to go, what to exactly do and how to accomplish any long-term goal. If Phoebe to an extent is still a child, how can she ever hope to act as a motherly figure to a Digimon that is probably even more of a child than she is? Phoebe isn’t exactly harsh, cold and calculating. There is certainly motherly compassion deep within her somewhere, evidenced by her rescuing of a vulnerable and half-dying Lunamon when she was merely a Moonmon.
During moments of peace when she is also not trying to feed Lunamon, Phoebe enjoys target practice with her pistol, a supposed relic of her father – the one parent that Phoebe holds some fond memories of – who died over a decade ago. At the same time, she struggles to forgive her father for disappearing on them. As far as Phoebe is concerned, her father was the anchor of the family and his absence left her mother unopposed in exploiting her only daughter. By carrying his pistol around, Phoebe clutches on to the very loose thread that in a symbolic way, her father is with her to protect her, as ineffectual as her weapon often is!
Phoebe is hardly what one can call bellicose, unless she is the one being threatened. By nature, she is a realist. There is no optimism for some grand long-term project for the betterment of the world. No, she can leave that to another fool who believes such an aim is even at least attainable. Furthermore, as long as she is thinking rationally, she does not ordinarily accept a battle that is larger than what she can manage, though there will be occasions when she mentally breaks down and pursue just that. And mentally break down she will, because like I said, she’s still essentially as much of a dependent child as she is a young woman who has to push forward and survive with a young little Digimon partner in a harsh new world.
HISTORY –
Phoebe was a sickly child in her early days. She was born in Birmingham, England, once a city of a thousand trades, bustling with businesses and artisans of all shapes and sizes, until a severe economic slowdown occurred that most of Britain struggled to recover from. Phoebe and her parents could only afford an apartment in one of the lesser desired neighbourhoods: her father worked as a taxi driver, her mother as a hairdresser. It was a goliath struggle to make ends meet, especially when factoring into account the health of their only daughter. Her immune system was slow in its development, and when she acquired chicken pox at the age of four, it very nearly killed her. Until her health did begin to improve as she neared the age of seven or eight, Phoebe’s father would be the one closest to her at her side, cheering her up, playing memory games with her, reading her favourite tales to her and even showing her his pistol – a memento from his own father which was illegally kept in the house.
Her mother on the other hand, differed in that she began to see her own daughter as a severe liability during this period of ill health. They were already barely able to make ends meet and to have a daughter that relied on cocktails of expensive medicine did nothing to ameliorate the situation. It only made their financial situation worse. Her mother was always a seeker of gold. She detested the city and she detested her life. Sure, it was selfish, but money was the most paramount of things on her mind, accentuated by her bitterness towards some miscarriage of justice in the past that denied her such opportunities. From a young age, Phoebe learnt to distrust and even dislike her own mother. Her father was her anchor, while her mother was the vain gold digger. It turned for the worse when her father was struck down by lung cancer when Phoebe was eight. Her father was the one man that would dedicate his time and love to encouraging and reassuring his daughter, promising her that her mother spoke nothing but exaggerations and that Phoebe could still join every other child in the world to aspire to be whatever she wished to be. His loss was devastating to young Phoebe, though the young girl was gifted with a remarkable photographic memory. Virtually every fond memory she possessed of her father continued to remain safely stored within her memory banks, ready to be played back repeatedly.
Ominously, the departure of her father left Phoebe alone with her rather dysfunctional mother. Her mother continued to blame Phoebe for being the unaffordable financial drain she allegedly was, lamented the fact that they were virtually bankrupt and plagued with debt. She could have abandoned the gradually recovering child to a foster family, though fate weaved a new thread for her. She eventually noticed her daughter’s incredible memory and after a chance consultation with some figures in the industry, Phoebe made her debut TV appearances in memory-related game shows, displaying consistently astounding performances to the extent that she was quickly a young celebrity in a matter of weeks. Her mother remained discontent with the situation and pushed Phoebe into learning an assortment of musical instruments. By the time she reached adolescence, her mother attempted to promote Phoebe as being somewhat of an idol singer, though unfortunately for her, this wasn’t Japan.
Fortunately for her however, this needn’t have been Japan. Britain was cash-stripped, but there was still a large popular market for the young teenage celebrity. While occasionally a vocalist, Phoebe excelled also in quickly memorising and playing back piano and violin tracks almost perfectly – reciting purely through memory and unaided by music sheets. Yet she never enjoyed the direction her life took. Phoebe could only glance over behind her shoulder to see her mother, ecstatic with the money coming in from her talents and the advertisements, but in private, she never truly treated Phoebe any better than if she were still a bedridden ill child. She was just a precious commodity to her mother now, a gold metal detector, a tool for her own selfish needs. Sure, Phoebe was the one making the money, but her mother was the chief receiver of the money and she enjoyed nothing more than to swim in her own greed. I mean, of course, why should you do a proper job of being a mother when you’re minted?
Phoebe grew to totally resent her mother. She was mature enough to realise that she was just being used. There was no close bond between mother and child. There was no bond at all. And there was certainly no actual family occurring when Phoebe was just a commodity of her mother. What right did her mother have to simply use her without taking into account what Phoebe wanted? In truth however, Phoebe had no idea what she wanted to be. It was either: continue this lifestyle, or be directionless, aimless and lost. But, it was soul-crushing to see the depths a supposed mother would fall to not for her child, but for herself. Phoebe was trapped, yet had no idea how to liberate herself and neither did she know what she could do with herself even if she managed to. It was soul-crushing also to consider that she never really had a proper childhood. She spent her first eight years ill and bedridden, and shortly afterwards an immediate niche celebrity before blossoming into one of the country’s young national icons.
Phoebe was still fifteen when she came face to face with – to mitigate it as much as possible – a brave new world. The Merge occurred. It ruptured the world – well, in fact, it went further than that. It was half an apocalypse for all Phoebe knew, as the merging of worlds was underway, destroying city after city, country after country, and continent after continent. Phoebe’s memory often never failed her, yet it was only the Merge that left her with only a hazy recollection of events. She could make out a blurry playback of the cataclysm occur…and the permanent disappearance of her home, her country…and her mother. Ah, I’m sure the cataclysm wasn’t much. Only billions of people dead.
Adjusting to this new world was a very gradual process. Phoebe’s first reactions were perhaps too indescribable to truly convey in words. Needless to say, this was something she did secretly fear (aimlessness, directionless, lost) but magnified to the extent that at first she began to completely question all of reality. Where was she and what the hell were these Digimons? It was by this point that a series of emotional trauma episodes began to degrade Phoebe’s famous photographic memory. Recollections of her earlier days in the post-Merge world became nothing more than vague hazes, as Phoebe drifted across miles of unfamiliar lands. Sure, she found some company and it was through them that Phoebe began to piece together scraps of information to learn more about the new world they were all thrust into and it was through them that Phoebe first began to learn sufficient survival techniques. Oddly, one pre-Merge world possession that had found its way randomly transported in one piece to Phoebe was her father’s pistol – a pistol that she hadn’t seen nor laid hands on in years.
Phoebe with a group of drifters eventually made their way to the relatively safe city of Antioch near the very southern peninsula tip of the Folder Continent. There, she took quiet refuge there for a couple of months and eventually took on a series of odd jobs to support herself in the city. It was still a struggle, though adaptable, at least until Ophanimon Falldown Mode rained her mindless fury onto the city. While countless never survived that onslaught, Phoebe was able to flee from the siege with a small band upon pre-emptively receiving the warning. She separated from her band in the Dust Zone, though Phoebe found her way famished and exhausted in Riga, only to be confronted with another series of emotional breakdowns from the harsh trauma.
She picked herself up once again to find odd jobs, though they often involved travelling from Riga to File City – an unenviable task when roads were wrought with various dangers – from bandits to rogue Digimons. It was in the cold twilight one late evening in the Dust Zone when Phoebe found a lone Moonmon, shivering violently while lying against a ragged patch of rug in the middle of the vast dusty bowl plains. Despite Phoebe’s mild distrust in these alien Digital Monsters, this Moonmon was almost certainly close to death. Her head suggested abandoning the thing, yet her heart tugged in the opposite direction. Heeding the latter, Phoebe clutched the young Digimon in her arms and traversed back to Riga with her. When the Moonmon demonstrated promising signs of recovery, Phoebe opted to leave her be, telling the Digimon that she had to learn how to find her strength alone.
It was barely days later when a Lunamon found her in the very same Dust Zone plains. To Phoebe’s surprise, this young Lunamon introduced herself as being that same Moonmon she had previously rescued. Filled with undying gratitude, the young Digimon offered to remain with Phoebe and to protect her as part of a life debt – even if it meant subservience as the pair unanimously agreed on. Curiously, soon after she returned to Riga with Lunamon freshly at her side, Phoebe came across an unexpected item in her possession. The Digivice, as ignorant as she was towards what exactly it was, had appeared to her from virtually out of thin air for all we know, with how that ended up there. Whatever this Digivice was, it certainly appeared to aid Phoebe and Lunamon at their times of need. The first time a Champion-level Digimon truly faced them was an insane Ogremon in the dusty wilderness. The outmatched Lunamon was able to Digivolve into a Lekismon, astonishing the teenager, as she convinced herself in the aftermath of the battle that her mysterious gadget was in some way bestowing to them power. However, Lekismon’s strength would often fluctuate, mainly due to the youth and inexperience of the Digimon. Stronger Champions and even Ultimates were in a league far greater than that of Lekismon and to Phoebe’s sheer irritation, her new gadget did nothing to allow Lekismon to grow into her Ultimate level.
Yet despite this limitation, Phoebe began attracting the attention of Grey Sword scouts. And as the world begins to burn with the ongoing war, Phoebe with Lunamon continues her simple mercenary work, often taking her from Riga to File City and back. Yet the war will change and battlefields will shift…
Character Theme – TBA
Battle Theme – TBA
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DIGIMON PARTNER BIO
NAME – Lunamon (regardless of Digivolution forms – think Willis from that Digimon Movie, when he calls the corrupted one of his two Digimons “Kokomon” despite its appearances in the film as Wendigomon, Antylamon and Cherubimon)
GENDER – Female
PERSONALITY –
Chiefly, Lunamon is meek and modest. She has a tendency of downplaying her feats, often transferring the credit to Phoebe despite the blatantly obvious contrary to the case. At heart, this is still a childlike Digimon who had only recently achieved her Digivolution into the Rookie stage after spending much of her earlier life as a Moonmon on the run, famished and depleted of strength. She prefers to utter only simple vocabulary and often fails to fully comprehend certain situations or anything too profound when spoken to. As expected, one of her chief fears is loneliness – accentuated by the fact that as a Moonmon, she had essentially been left in the wilderness, close to death and too feeble to continue. Like a dependent child and shy towards anything over three times its size, Lunamon often clings tight to Phoebe, often retreating behind her.
There is more to her than a simple childlike personality, however. As mentioned several times beforehand, Lunamon was willing to swear a life debt to Phoebe for saving her. There is a strong sense of duty and honour flowing within her, even if it leaves her with an unabashed naivety, even if she realises or not. Even though Phoebe clearly fails to treat her as an equal partner and Lunamon to her is often or not a mere weapon, there is no angry reciprocation in response to this subservient partnership. Lunamon continues to see it as her duty and goal to protect and fight for Phoebe, even at the cost of herself. Perhaps rather conspicuously, there is a strong sense of love in this partnership, though unfortunately at this stage, it is only Lunamon exhibiting any real love towards her partner.
Polite though unassertive, Lunamon continues to insist in the maintenance of this master-servant relationship due to the life debt. She too is initially reluctant to see it develop into a more complex mother-daughter relationship, fearing that this could compromise this pact of fealty she offered to the girl. Nevertheless, out of her love for Phoebe, Lunamon willingly enters battle primarily to protect her at all costs, tragically even if the battle breaks her. It is a remarkable iron resolve that certainly elevates this little Digimon into something more than the simple, childish, feeble rabbit she appears to be at first glance. There is a way for Lunamon to brush aside that shyness and finally come into her own, but one may have to wait until she attains her Ultimate or even Mega forms.
DIGIVOLUTION LINE – Moonmon -> Lunamon -> Lekismon -> Crescemon -> Dianamon
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Gir Sin Genji
Ganta Gun
Oke doke, I've changed the concept of his personality, and worked on his history. Only thing is when I copy it out of word, for some reason words get stuck together in multiple places.
A Necessary evil I'm afraid
However, I have changed the overall adittude of my character, and took your advice on steering away from a cold shouldered, distant type. Thanks for the feedback Martel, just let me know what you need touching up on on this one, and then I'll be all set to start up. Also, please reserve my digivolution line, changed in-training to Botamon.
A Necessary evil I'm afraid
However, I have changed the overall adittude of my character, and took your advice on steering away from a cold shouldered, distant type. Thanks for the feedback Martel, just let me know what you need touching up on on this one, and then I'll be all set to start up. Also, please reserve my digivolution line, changed in-training to Botamon.
Update! The information thread was completed yesterday. Well, I still need to add one Digimon faction, and tidy things up with images and themes etc, but all the information you need is there. It's a lot to take in, but I advise reading it nonetheless.
Now, to the matter of bios:
Galmski, Liv Liv, you are both accepted~
Gir, for the moment, you are not accepted. As well as needing to format (sorry, but there are no "necessary evils" when it comes to that; if it does that, I suggest cutpasting it into Notepad, and then cutpasting that into a post) your history needs expanding on and changing a bit: amongst other things, the Merge was a sudden shift, it didn't take the form of an earthquake or anything like that. He would have simply ceased to exist. The "hero" aspect is a bit cliche as well. When I said to steer clear of the cold, distant type, what I meant was the stereotype, not the entire persona. You've kinda just swapped one stereotype for another
On a minor note, here is my first bio:
Name: Lilac Summers
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Crest: Destiny
Affiliation: Human Revolution Faction | Digidestined
Appearance:
Standing at a meagre 4’11”, Lilac is quite small for her age, although shortness is something that runs in her mother’s side of the family, with her own mother being a little over 5’3”, and her grandmother not much taller than that. Her diminutive stature in particular makes Lilac appear to be quite delicate, and after speaking with her, this is generally what people will perceive her to be. Despite living the last few years of her life in Rome, Lilac’s skin is still extremely pale – the hallmark of a life lived indoors – although not unhealthily so. She seems to be able to get by on very little sleep and food without it affecting her physical appearance too much; it seems very little can affect her either internally or externally. Lilac has soft, doll-like features, with large liquid gold eyes, a straight and narrow nose, and small, almost bloodless lips, that are quite difficult to notice until she smiles…as Lilac is always ready with a smile, however, this isn’t often a problem. Her hair, a golden blonde, seems almost to have moulded itself into shape; straight, yet curled at the ends, it curls back in itself and clings to the side of her face, and even a strong wind will do little more than rustle it.
One thing that people would notice about Lilac is how remarkably clean she manages to keep her clothing, despite living in both dusty and sandy places. She has an unnaturally pristine appearance that it seems not even the harshest climates can tamper with, further enhancing her doll-like qualities. Clad in a violet-blue one-piece dress topped off with white frills, with white stockings and impractical (yet surprisingly sturdy) black buckled shoes, Lilac looks more like she’s dressed for a day sitting in a garden (which is what she spent much of her time doing before her grandparent’s untimely deaths) than for fighting, or even for walking, for that matter. A light blue hat with a wide brim sits firmly atop her head, shading her from the sunlight – Lilac is no more delicate than the average girl of her age, but she is not really accustomed to the warmer climate of the Desert Zone yet, and her skin burns quite easily, making a sunhat an essential for her if she is to go anywhere.
Personality:
In this post-apocalyptic world, Lilac is something of a rarity, in how completely trusting – and, consequently, how painfully naïve – she is. A girl who has been sheltered from reality itself, it seems not even a complete upheaval of the world could bring Lilac out of her metaphoric rosy bubble, and she continues in much the same way as she did before the Merge occurred. Her childlike, optimistic and almost bubbly demeanour make her immediately endearing to others, and she is a difficult person for even the most hardened of people to dislike for this, if only because she clearly would not understand where such a dislike would stem from. Pity, perhaps, or even a mild form of contempt, but never open hostility; she is simply a child that never grew up, because she never needed to and, even now, she doesn’t need to, or does not perceive the need to.
Lilac has, simply put, never had a need to think for herself, and nor does she have the inclination to: ask her a question, and she will ask what you think, and agree with that. Her answers to questions are so innocently casual that many will wonder how such an absent-minded girl could have survived this long. She does not form opinions, and if she has ever had a malevolent thought in her life, it’s because someone was mean to her for no reason. She is almost robotic in her obedience: if she is told to do something, no matter what it is, then she will do it. Lilac was raised to be obedient and respectful to those older than herself in an almost Victorian manner, and she has impeccable manners: she will curtsy, speak only when spoken to, and is an unobtrusive, almost frustrating presence in the complete lack of personality that she has.
Despite her childlike demeanour, Lilac is remarkably well spoken; a remnant of her cultured background and education. Whilst she is not particularly intelligent, Lilac has an extensive vocabulary, and her words are precise and never overtly offensive. Her tone never deviates from its light-hearted sweetness – unless, of course, people are confrontational. Lilac does not get angry; indeed, she does not seem to be capable of it. She is easily upset, however, and the response is what one might expect of a child: she will start crying. Loudly. Lilac does not like fighting, and does not understand why people get angry with her. Communicating frustration with Lilac is much like talking to a brick wall: she hears only the tone of voice and the words, not the meaning behind them. Reading between the lines is never something Lilac has been very good at, and if you wish to convey a message to her, it must be done in as direct a manner as possible. Innuendo and sarcasm fly straight over her head, and she doesn’t pay much attention to reasoning: the command is good enough. People must have a good reason for telling her to do something, and it’s probably not for girls like her to know.
To say that Lilac does not have thoughts of her own would be inaccurate, but they are, in general, extremely banal, and are oddly detached from reality: this is not to say that she has no concept of reality, or that she is uncaring, but in its own way Lilac’s brand of detachment is its own unique form of malice, in that she doesn’t really care either way about the lives of people she doesn’t know. A large part of her ignorance is wilful and deliberate and, whilst it is not done out of lack of concern, it acts as a brand of escapism, allowing her to turn a blind eye to what is going on around her, for the sake of her own comfort, for the sake of the world that was built for her by those who have protected her. Lilac is comfortable with who she is, and she doesn’t want to change it.
It’s horrible that people are dying, and that the world is how it is, but…well, it’s not her concern. It’s beyond her ability to control it; she had nothing to do with it and, therefore, she should not have anything to do with it: it’s for the grown-ups, the people who like to fight, to sort out. People like her should just stay out of it, because they’re only good for one thing: to be protected. But that’s alright, because everyone has to fight for something. She is one of those people who others fight for; she can do nothing herself. This is something that she genuinely believes, for if the case were otherwise, why had she not been allowed to fight up to this point? Lilac accepts that the world is what she has been told it is: none of her business.
Lilac is free to live a carefree, relatively unfettered lifestyle, because the world outside of the one she has constructed for herself – or rather, the one that people have constructed for her – is all that she need concern herself with. She’s just a little girl caught up in something far bigger than she could hope to comprehend, and she is fine with that: it is enough for her to simply keep on living. A very small part of her is aware of what is going on around her, but she has long since closed herself off to that, as much through choice as through the insistence that she needs to be protected from these things. Her parents, her brother, and then her best friend all told her that she didn’t need to worry about it, and so she doesn’t worry about it.
Lilac is very concerned with pleasing others: it is, really, the only thing that she exists for. She has never been anything other than an ornament or a possession that people want to keep to themselves, and she has accepted that; indeed, it is all she has ever known. She does not understand friendship, or those bonds she shared with others. To Lilac, friendship is a form of gratification, something that you earn simply through existing, and not through actions or words. She has never had to do anything to earn company, and has never had a need to earn respect or trust; these things are immaterial, strange concepts to her.
No matter how much circumstances change, Lilac remains the same: she is a rare constant in this world, although many would argue that this is a bad thing. Lilac is quite slow to process new information, or to accept that things in reality do, in fact, affect her. She still hasn’t quite grasped the fact that she will never see her family again, and that she is, in actuality, alone in the world. Lilac does not really feel alone; she is quite detached from her emotions as well as her thought process, it takes something noticeably direct to prompt a reaction from her.
Analysing Lilac’s thought processes is difficult, as she does not appear to have much of a thought process: whatever other people think about something must be right. They live in the world, and they know what they’re talking about, so obviously they know better than she does. Lilac things in very basic terms of right and wrong, good and bad, and whilst she is not pessimistic or fatalistic, she does have a very low opinion of herself: she is useless when it comes to doing anything other than simply being there, and that is all she can do. She has accepted it as a fact of her existence and, whilst this would drive any other person to do something about it, she either does not feel the need to or does not feel that she is able to; for Lilac, the two feed off one another for an endless cycle that means she does very little and thinks even less. She is highly curious about the world around her, yet is very select in her interests: she shows little interest in the state of the world and the relations with Digimon, yet the new places she has heard described fascinate and excite her. Lilac’s detachment from reality makes her see the new world as one grand adventure: the danger is something that other people worry about.
Many of Lilac’s thought processes do not have a logical conclusion, or even a conclusion: things just are what they are. Why would she need to question them? She doesn’t know what they are. Other people do, and they’ve told her as much, so why should she question it? Lilac is well aware that people may sometimes lie, yet she will blindly put her faith in anyone who shows her even the slightest bit of kindness: a warm smile, hold her hand, and she is a puppet on a string who will do exactly what she is told to do. She is simply ignorant of how reality works, and spending her entire life around people who have been nothing but kind and truthful to her has made her believe that the world is filled with nothing but those kinds of people.
Many would describe Lilac as a burden. She has no inclination to help others whatsoever, although this is not entirely her fault: she is nothing more or less than what people have made her into. Yet in this new world, with her parents dead and her cousin out fighting for his life with the HRF, there is need for Lilac to change, yet she remains the same little girl she has always been, for that is her nature, and that is her choice. Her role was never to be anything other than someone else’s possession. But that’s alright…after all, some people are just born to be the possession of someone else. Everyone needs a reason to fight. If Lilac’s existence is that reason, then she is content with that. Of course, in the eyes of many others, this will never be enough…
History:
Born in Cardiff, Lilac’s birth was an accident. Her father, an unemployed man in his early forties, somehow managed to land himself in an eighteen year old girl’s bed after a particularly wild night out on the town, and whilst neither wanted to see the other ever again, Lilac’s untimely birth changed that, forcing the two together for the sake of looking after her, at least for a time.
Lilac’s mother, a student in University studying Chemistry at the time, had little time for her for the first three years of her life, however, as she worked towards earning a degree, leaving her father – a man who had absolutely no experience whatsoever with children – to look after her. Sufficed it to say, he did little better, and whilst Lilac did not grow up in squalor, she was relatively neglected for the first three years of her life: her father was not particularly interested in her, yet his guilt compelled him to say and take responsibility for his actions, and her mother simply didn’t have the time. When she finally graduated from University, she took some time to get acquainted with her daughter, and found a modest apartment for the three of them, using what little remained of her student loans as a down payment and then working part time in a local convenience store to pay the rent whilst she looked for a more permanent and well-paid job.
Lilac’s grandparents on her mother’s side finally decided to intervene when she was four, taking her into their care: her mother was having little luck in finding a job, and her father spent more time drinking than he did working; he had been through no fewer than eleven jobs since she was conceived, and was proving to be something of a dead weight. There was no love lost between him and her mother – the two stayed together for her sake and out of a mutual dependency, rather than any real feeling – and Lilac was due to start school soon: her grandparents decided that she was not going to enter into a public school and turn out like her mother, who was an immense disappointment to them; she graduated with a lower second class degree because of her pregnancy and subsequent birth, and her inability to find a proper job – and her pregnancy itself, with a man old enough to be her father, no less – put her in disgrace in her parent’s eyes. However, that was no fault of Lilac’s, and she was to have a fair chance at life, untainted by the stupidity of the mistakes of her parents.
She was ultimately taken under their roof and raised as their child, although her mother maintained an active role in her life until her disappearance in the Merge. Under her grandparent’s care, Lilac was practically pampered, although her grandfather was extremely strict, and had little patience for any nonsense: raising a child that is not your own is always difficult, and whilst her grandparents were resolute that Lilac’s birth should not affect how she was raised, she was never really loved by them; at least, not in the way that a parent loves their child. The fear that she would turn out like her mother drastically affected her grandparent’s attitude towards her, and she was sheltered from reality, yet raised strictly and with little love, which would serve as the foundation for her sweet, obedient and childlike persona that characterizes her: she learned quickly that if she behaved and was nice to people, they would be nice to her in turn, and that she didn’t need to worry about things like where she came from, or what she was going to do next: her grandparents would see to all that. She was going to have a nice, normal life, without anyone ruining it for her, and she wasn’t going to be allowed to ruin it for herself.
Lilac went to an all-girls private school, where she fit in moderately well, turning into quite a cultured young lady, although in her language only: her unique upbringing meant that she was never really able to connect with the other girls and, whilst she had friends, she formed no lasting bonds, and was something of a doormat for others, as she did anything that was asked of her. This got her into more than a little trouble at times, but it was believed that blind faith and obedience was something that she would eventually grow out of: it was just a phase that she was going through, and nothing to worry about.
Shortly after she left Primary School, Lilac’s grandparents decided to move to Rome to retire and, of course, Lilac went with them. This was something that frustrated her mother to no end, as she remained behind in Cardiff: whilst she had made an active effort to remain in her daughter’s life, she was effectively cut off with move, and there was little she could do about it; much like Lilac, she lacked any real backbone of her own, and her grandparents would likely have won any court case for Lilac’s custody: they had served as her legal guardians for the better part of her life, and her mother was not in any real position to look after her in any case: she could barely support herself on her current salary, let alone a child, even with benefits received.
In Rome, Lilac’s life did not really change: her Secondary education was handled by private tutoring, and she proved to be an average student, who absorbed information readily, yet did not seem particularly interested in what she was told: she accepted it at face value, and never felt the need to question. It is questionable as to whether or not Lilac actually noticed the Merge, just after her twelfth birthday, or if she comprehended exactly what had happened to the world in its aftermath. In Rome at the time, living with her grandparents, for Lilac the introduction of Digimon was little more than an idle curiosity, and NeoDevimon taking the city for his own made little difference to her: she never went out of the confines of their property anyway, and whilst riots and worse spread through the streets, she remained relatively unaffected by this. She did not experience the dramatic upheavals as the majority of the world’s population was wiped out, and nor did she grasp the significance of this: after all, it was outside of her own little world. To her, it wasn’t really…real.
Lilac’s life took an interesting twist, however, when she discovered Sunmon in the back garden a few months after this event, cowering in the flowers. What was even more interesting was that he was able to talk and, for a Digimon – which her grandparents had told her she did not need to even think about, because they were dangerous and they would protect her from them, and that was that – he was remarkably innocent and gentle, and she took a liking to him quite quickly: he responded positively to her affection, and she to his in turn. He would visit her every day, bringing objects that he thought would suit her: one in particular, a necklace with a strange pendant that appeared to have been broken in half, she found particularly appealing, and another device, almost like a stopwatch, she also kept with her, even though it didn’t work. He explained their use, although she never really paid much attention to what he was saying: they were just toys, gifts from a friend. In return, she would read him stories
The second year of the Merge, Lilac’s idyllic lifestyle was abruptly changed, as she was awoken in the middle of the night by her grandparents, who insisted that she needed to leave the house. The Nightmare Soldiers, it appeared, had decided that the influence of the Human Revolution Faction – whatever that was – had grown too great in this section of the city, and decided to purge it, and were rampaging through the street, killing everyone in sight. That was the last Lilac saw of her grandparents, as she was led out in the streets by a group of strangers, placed in what might have once been a wine cellar, and told to keep quiet until the morning. Somehow, Sunmon managed to find her, insisting that he needed to remain by her side. Of course, Lilac did not question these events: it is doubtful she even comprehended them, or if she did, that she blocked it out to remain ignorant.
Lilac has spent the last year moving around Rome, staying in the many safe houses of the Human Revolution Faction, as another refugee. With both her grandparents dead, and her mother and father missing, Lilac’s sole company is Sunmon, who often visits her at night, given his timid nature around other humans. Her life has changed and, whilst she feels a faint sadness over the death of her loved ones, she remains very much the living doll that she has always been, despite her friend’s insistence that she might be able to do something about it, SHOULD do something about it. She is just a little girl caught up in a world far too big for her to understand, and now that her family is dead, she has no purpose to speak of. Thus, she exists, doing as she is told, taking one day at a time without ever really comprehending the state of the world around her.
Character theme: TBA
Battle theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oH6A0V5NX4A
Digimon Partner
Name: Sunny
Gender: Male
Personality: So nicknamed by Lilac, because it’s a cuter name for a cute Digimon, Sunny is his namesake: optimistic even in the face of complete subjugation and imminent extinction, he is a refreshing change of pace from the bleak outlook most have in this time. His relationship with his partner is one of simple mutual kindness: she, who has lost her family, and he, who has never had one, can rely on one another to just be there so that they’re not alone anymore. Whilst Sunny hopes that, in time, this will change to become one of mutual trust and confidence, for now he is content with what he has with her, and makes the best out of the situation. Sunny I quite easily upset, but he has a simple and straightforward view of the world, that things can only get better, and that thinking about it won’t fix it. Despite his weakness, Sunny is a Digimon of action: people and Digimon need to DO THINGS if they want them to get any better, and wallowing in self-pity won’t do anything to change the world.
However, unlike his partner, Sunny is not content to sit back and simply watch as the world slowly collapses around him; he feels the need to be out there, and to do something. He knows, instinctively, that he cannot do this without her, yet he is at a loss to figure out exactly what he can do to get her to realise that: whilst Lilac is very attentive, she does not seem to really pay attention to the meaning behind the words, either because she doesn’t understand, or chooses not to: his partner is completely unknown to him, and this frustrates him to no end; it’s like she doesn’t have any free will of her own. He can’t even Digivolve past his In-Training stage, and until Lilac realizes that she not only can change the world, but NEEDS to change the world, he knows that he will never be anything other than a burden. Not only that, but the fact that she is missing half of her crest is something that is also extremely troubling for him…
Digivolution Line: Sunmon -> Coronamon -> Firamon -> Flaremon -> Apollomon
Lady Nex and Devola will be up sometime this week...Nex won't have much of a history for plot purposes, but Devola is going to take me a while...
Now, to the matter of bios:
Galmski, Liv Liv, you are both accepted~
Gir, for the moment, you are not accepted. As well as needing to format (sorry, but there are no "necessary evils" when it comes to that; if it does that, I suggest cutpasting it into Notepad, and then cutpasting that into a post) your history needs expanding on and changing a bit: amongst other things, the Merge was a sudden shift, it didn't take the form of an earthquake or anything like that. He would have simply ceased to exist. The "hero" aspect is a bit cliche as well. When I said to steer clear of the cold, distant type, what I meant was the stereotype, not the entire persona. You've kinda just swapped one stereotype for another
On a minor note, here is my first bio:
Name: Lilac Summers
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Crest: Destiny
Affiliation: Human Revolution Faction | Digidestined
Appearance:
Standing at a meagre 4’11”, Lilac is quite small for her age, although shortness is something that runs in her mother’s side of the family, with her own mother being a little over 5’3”, and her grandmother not much taller than that. Her diminutive stature in particular makes Lilac appear to be quite delicate, and after speaking with her, this is generally what people will perceive her to be. Despite living the last few years of her life in Rome, Lilac’s skin is still extremely pale – the hallmark of a life lived indoors – although not unhealthily so. She seems to be able to get by on very little sleep and food without it affecting her physical appearance too much; it seems very little can affect her either internally or externally. Lilac has soft, doll-like features, with large liquid gold eyes, a straight and narrow nose, and small, almost bloodless lips, that are quite difficult to notice until she smiles…as Lilac is always ready with a smile, however, this isn’t often a problem. Her hair, a golden blonde, seems almost to have moulded itself into shape; straight, yet curled at the ends, it curls back in itself and clings to the side of her face, and even a strong wind will do little more than rustle it.
One thing that people would notice about Lilac is how remarkably clean she manages to keep her clothing, despite living in both dusty and sandy places. She has an unnaturally pristine appearance that it seems not even the harshest climates can tamper with, further enhancing her doll-like qualities. Clad in a violet-blue one-piece dress topped off with white frills, with white stockings and impractical (yet surprisingly sturdy) black buckled shoes, Lilac looks more like she’s dressed for a day sitting in a garden (which is what she spent much of her time doing before her grandparent’s untimely deaths) than for fighting, or even for walking, for that matter. A light blue hat with a wide brim sits firmly atop her head, shading her from the sunlight – Lilac is no more delicate than the average girl of her age, but she is not really accustomed to the warmer climate of the Desert Zone yet, and her skin burns quite easily, making a sunhat an essential for her if she is to go anywhere.
Personality:
In this post-apocalyptic world, Lilac is something of a rarity, in how completely trusting – and, consequently, how painfully naïve – she is. A girl who has been sheltered from reality itself, it seems not even a complete upheaval of the world could bring Lilac out of her metaphoric rosy bubble, and she continues in much the same way as she did before the Merge occurred. Her childlike, optimistic and almost bubbly demeanour make her immediately endearing to others, and she is a difficult person for even the most hardened of people to dislike for this, if only because she clearly would not understand where such a dislike would stem from. Pity, perhaps, or even a mild form of contempt, but never open hostility; she is simply a child that never grew up, because she never needed to and, even now, she doesn’t need to, or does not perceive the need to.
Lilac has, simply put, never had a need to think for herself, and nor does she have the inclination to: ask her a question, and she will ask what you think, and agree with that. Her answers to questions are so innocently casual that many will wonder how such an absent-minded girl could have survived this long. She does not form opinions, and if she has ever had a malevolent thought in her life, it’s because someone was mean to her for no reason. She is almost robotic in her obedience: if she is told to do something, no matter what it is, then she will do it. Lilac was raised to be obedient and respectful to those older than herself in an almost Victorian manner, and she has impeccable manners: she will curtsy, speak only when spoken to, and is an unobtrusive, almost frustrating presence in the complete lack of personality that she has.
Despite her childlike demeanour, Lilac is remarkably well spoken; a remnant of her cultured background and education. Whilst she is not particularly intelligent, Lilac has an extensive vocabulary, and her words are precise and never overtly offensive. Her tone never deviates from its light-hearted sweetness – unless, of course, people are confrontational. Lilac does not get angry; indeed, she does not seem to be capable of it. She is easily upset, however, and the response is what one might expect of a child: she will start crying. Loudly. Lilac does not like fighting, and does not understand why people get angry with her. Communicating frustration with Lilac is much like talking to a brick wall: she hears only the tone of voice and the words, not the meaning behind them. Reading between the lines is never something Lilac has been very good at, and if you wish to convey a message to her, it must be done in as direct a manner as possible. Innuendo and sarcasm fly straight over her head, and she doesn’t pay much attention to reasoning: the command is good enough. People must have a good reason for telling her to do something, and it’s probably not for girls like her to know.
To say that Lilac does not have thoughts of her own would be inaccurate, but they are, in general, extremely banal, and are oddly detached from reality: this is not to say that she has no concept of reality, or that she is uncaring, but in its own way Lilac’s brand of detachment is its own unique form of malice, in that she doesn’t really care either way about the lives of people she doesn’t know. A large part of her ignorance is wilful and deliberate and, whilst it is not done out of lack of concern, it acts as a brand of escapism, allowing her to turn a blind eye to what is going on around her, for the sake of her own comfort, for the sake of the world that was built for her by those who have protected her. Lilac is comfortable with who she is, and she doesn’t want to change it.
It’s horrible that people are dying, and that the world is how it is, but…well, it’s not her concern. It’s beyond her ability to control it; she had nothing to do with it and, therefore, she should not have anything to do with it: it’s for the grown-ups, the people who like to fight, to sort out. People like her should just stay out of it, because they’re only good for one thing: to be protected. But that’s alright, because everyone has to fight for something. She is one of those people who others fight for; she can do nothing herself. This is something that she genuinely believes, for if the case were otherwise, why had she not been allowed to fight up to this point? Lilac accepts that the world is what she has been told it is: none of her business.
Lilac is free to live a carefree, relatively unfettered lifestyle, because the world outside of the one she has constructed for herself – or rather, the one that people have constructed for her – is all that she need concern herself with. She’s just a little girl caught up in something far bigger than she could hope to comprehend, and she is fine with that: it is enough for her to simply keep on living. A very small part of her is aware of what is going on around her, but she has long since closed herself off to that, as much through choice as through the insistence that she needs to be protected from these things. Her parents, her brother, and then her best friend all told her that she didn’t need to worry about it, and so she doesn’t worry about it.
Lilac is very concerned with pleasing others: it is, really, the only thing that she exists for. She has never been anything other than an ornament or a possession that people want to keep to themselves, and she has accepted that; indeed, it is all she has ever known. She does not understand friendship, or those bonds she shared with others. To Lilac, friendship is a form of gratification, something that you earn simply through existing, and not through actions or words. She has never had to do anything to earn company, and has never had a need to earn respect or trust; these things are immaterial, strange concepts to her.
No matter how much circumstances change, Lilac remains the same: she is a rare constant in this world, although many would argue that this is a bad thing. Lilac is quite slow to process new information, or to accept that things in reality do, in fact, affect her. She still hasn’t quite grasped the fact that she will never see her family again, and that she is, in actuality, alone in the world. Lilac does not really feel alone; she is quite detached from her emotions as well as her thought process, it takes something noticeably direct to prompt a reaction from her.
Analysing Lilac’s thought processes is difficult, as she does not appear to have much of a thought process: whatever other people think about something must be right. They live in the world, and they know what they’re talking about, so obviously they know better than she does. Lilac things in very basic terms of right and wrong, good and bad, and whilst she is not pessimistic or fatalistic, she does have a very low opinion of herself: she is useless when it comes to doing anything other than simply being there, and that is all she can do. She has accepted it as a fact of her existence and, whilst this would drive any other person to do something about it, she either does not feel the need to or does not feel that she is able to; for Lilac, the two feed off one another for an endless cycle that means she does very little and thinks even less. She is highly curious about the world around her, yet is very select in her interests: she shows little interest in the state of the world and the relations with Digimon, yet the new places she has heard described fascinate and excite her. Lilac’s detachment from reality makes her see the new world as one grand adventure: the danger is something that other people worry about.
Many of Lilac’s thought processes do not have a logical conclusion, or even a conclusion: things just are what they are. Why would she need to question them? She doesn’t know what they are. Other people do, and they’ve told her as much, so why should she question it? Lilac is well aware that people may sometimes lie, yet she will blindly put her faith in anyone who shows her even the slightest bit of kindness: a warm smile, hold her hand, and she is a puppet on a string who will do exactly what she is told to do. She is simply ignorant of how reality works, and spending her entire life around people who have been nothing but kind and truthful to her has made her believe that the world is filled with nothing but those kinds of people.
Many would describe Lilac as a burden. She has no inclination to help others whatsoever, although this is not entirely her fault: she is nothing more or less than what people have made her into. Yet in this new world, with her parents dead and her cousin out fighting for his life with the HRF, there is need for Lilac to change, yet she remains the same little girl she has always been, for that is her nature, and that is her choice. Her role was never to be anything other than someone else’s possession. But that’s alright…after all, some people are just born to be the possession of someone else. Everyone needs a reason to fight. If Lilac’s existence is that reason, then she is content with that. Of course, in the eyes of many others, this will never be enough…
History:
Born in Cardiff, Lilac’s birth was an accident. Her father, an unemployed man in his early forties, somehow managed to land himself in an eighteen year old girl’s bed after a particularly wild night out on the town, and whilst neither wanted to see the other ever again, Lilac’s untimely birth changed that, forcing the two together for the sake of looking after her, at least for a time.
Lilac’s mother, a student in University studying Chemistry at the time, had little time for her for the first three years of her life, however, as she worked towards earning a degree, leaving her father – a man who had absolutely no experience whatsoever with children – to look after her. Sufficed it to say, he did little better, and whilst Lilac did not grow up in squalor, she was relatively neglected for the first three years of her life: her father was not particularly interested in her, yet his guilt compelled him to say and take responsibility for his actions, and her mother simply didn’t have the time. When she finally graduated from University, she took some time to get acquainted with her daughter, and found a modest apartment for the three of them, using what little remained of her student loans as a down payment and then working part time in a local convenience store to pay the rent whilst she looked for a more permanent and well-paid job.
Lilac’s grandparents on her mother’s side finally decided to intervene when she was four, taking her into their care: her mother was having little luck in finding a job, and her father spent more time drinking than he did working; he had been through no fewer than eleven jobs since she was conceived, and was proving to be something of a dead weight. There was no love lost between him and her mother – the two stayed together for her sake and out of a mutual dependency, rather than any real feeling – and Lilac was due to start school soon: her grandparents decided that she was not going to enter into a public school and turn out like her mother, who was an immense disappointment to them; she graduated with a lower second class degree because of her pregnancy and subsequent birth, and her inability to find a proper job – and her pregnancy itself, with a man old enough to be her father, no less – put her in disgrace in her parent’s eyes. However, that was no fault of Lilac’s, and she was to have a fair chance at life, untainted by the stupidity of the mistakes of her parents.
She was ultimately taken under their roof and raised as their child, although her mother maintained an active role in her life until her disappearance in the Merge. Under her grandparent’s care, Lilac was practically pampered, although her grandfather was extremely strict, and had little patience for any nonsense: raising a child that is not your own is always difficult, and whilst her grandparents were resolute that Lilac’s birth should not affect how she was raised, she was never really loved by them; at least, not in the way that a parent loves their child. The fear that she would turn out like her mother drastically affected her grandparent’s attitude towards her, and she was sheltered from reality, yet raised strictly and with little love, which would serve as the foundation for her sweet, obedient and childlike persona that characterizes her: she learned quickly that if she behaved and was nice to people, they would be nice to her in turn, and that she didn’t need to worry about things like where she came from, or what she was going to do next: her grandparents would see to all that. She was going to have a nice, normal life, without anyone ruining it for her, and she wasn’t going to be allowed to ruin it for herself.
Lilac went to an all-girls private school, where she fit in moderately well, turning into quite a cultured young lady, although in her language only: her unique upbringing meant that she was never really able to connect with the other girls and, whilst she had friends, she formed no lasting bonds, and was something of a doormat for others, as she did anything that was asked of her. This got her into more than a little trouble at times, but it was believed that blind faith and obedience was something that she would eventually grow out of: it was just a phase that she was going through, and nothing to worry about.
Shortly after she left Primary School, Lilac’s grandparents decided to move to Rome to retire and, of course, Lilac went with them. This was something that frustrated her mother to no end, as she remained behind in Cardiff: whilst she had made an active effort to remain in her daughter’s life, she was effectively cut off with move, and there was little she could do about it; much like Lilac, she lacked any real backbone of her own, and her grandparents would likely have won any court case for Lilac’s custody: they had served as her legal guardians for the better part of her life, and her mother was not in any real position to look after her in any case: she could barely support herself on her current salary, let alone a child, even with benefits received.
In Rome, Lilac’s life did not really change: her Secondary education was handled by private tutoring, and she proved to be an average student, who absorbed information readily, yet did not seem particularly interested in what she was told: she accepted it at face value, and never felt the need to question. It is questionable as to whether or not Lilac actually noticed the Merge, just after her twelfth birthday, or if she comprehended exactly what had happened to the world in its aftermath. In Rome at the time, living with her grandparents, for Lilac the introduction of Digimon was little more than an idle curiosity, and NeoDevimon taking the city for his own made little difference to her: she never went out of the confines of their property anyway, and whilst riots and worse spread through the streets, she remained relatively unaffected by this. She did not experience the dramatic upheavals as the majority of the world’s population was wiped out, and nor did she grasp the significance of this: after all, it was outside of her own little world. To her, it wasn’t really…real.
Lilac’s life took an interesting twist, however, when she discovered Sunmon in the back garden a few months after this event, cowering in the flowers. What was even more interesting was that he was able to talk and, for a Digimon – which her grandparents had told her she did not need to even think about, because they were dangerous and they would protect her from them, and that was that – he was remarkably innocent and gentle, and she took a liking to him quite quickly: he responded positively to her affection, and she to his in turn. He would visit her every day, bringing objects that he thought would suit her: one in particular, a necklace with a strange pendant that appeared to have been broken in half, she found particularly appealing, and another device, almost like a stopwatch, she also kept with her, even though it didn’t work. He explained their use, although she never really paid much attention to what he was saying: they were just toys, gifts from a friend. In return, she would read him stories
The second year of the Merge, Lilac’s idyllic lifestyle was abruptly changed, as she was awoken in the middle of the night by her grandparents, who insisted that she needed to leave the house. The Nightmare Soldiers, it appeared, had decided that the influence of the Human Revolution Faction – whatever that was – had grown too great in this section of the city, and decided to purge it, and were rampaging through the street, killing everyone in sight. That was the last Lilac saw of her grandparents, as she was led out in the streets by a group of strangers, placed in what might have once been a wine cellar, and told to keep quiet until the morning. Somehow, Sunmon managed to find her, insisting that he needed to remain by her side. Of course, Lilac did not question these events: it is doubtful she even comprehended them, or if she did, that she blocked it out to remain ignorant.
Lilac has spent the last year moving around Rome, staying in the many safe houses of the Human Revolution Faction, as another refugee. With both her grandparents dead, and her mother and father missing, Lilac’s sole company is Sunmon, who often visits her at night, given his timid nature around other humans. Her life has changed and, whilst she feels a faint sadness over the death of her loved ones, she remains very much the living doll that she has always been, despite her friend’s insistence that she might be able to do something about it, SHOULD do something about it. She is just a little girl caught up in a world far too big for her to understand, and now that her family is dead, she has no purpose to speak of. Thus, she exists, doing as she is told, taking one day at a time without ever really comprehending the state of the world around her.
Character theme: TBA
Battle theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oH6A0V5NX4A
Digimon Partner
Name: Sunny
Gender: Male
Personality: So nicknamed by Lilac, because it’s a cuter name for a cute Digimon, Sunny is his namesake: optimistic even in the face of complete subjugation and imminent extinction, he is a refreshing change of pace from the bleak outlook most have in this time. His relationship with his partner is one of simple mutual kindness: she, who has lost her family, and he, who has never had one, can rely on one another to just be there so that they’re not alone anymore. Whilst Sunny hopes that, in time, this will change to become one of mutual trust and confidence, for now he is content with what he has with her, and makes the best out of the situation. Sunny I quite easily upset, but he has a simple and straightforward view of the world, that things can only get better, and that thinking about it won’t fix it. Despite his weakness, Sunny is a Digimon of action: people and Digimon need to DO THINGS if they want them to get any better, and wallowing in self-pity won’t do anything to change the world.
However, unlike his partner, Sunny is not content to sit back and simply watch as the world slowly collapses around him; he feels the need to be out there, and to do something. He knows, instinctively, that he cannot do this without her, yet he is at a loss to figure out exactly what he can do to get her to realise that: whilst Lilac is very attentive, she does not seem to really pay attention to the meaning behind the words, either because she doesn’t understand, or chooses not to: his partner is completely unknown to him, and this frustrates him to no end; it’s like she doesn’t have any free will of her own. He can’t even Digivolve past his In-Training stage, and until Lilac realizes that she not only can change the world, but NEEDS to change the world, he knows that he will never be anything other than a burden. Not only that, but the fact that she is missing half of her crest is something that is also extremely troubling for him…
Digivolution Line: Sunmon -> Coronamon -> Firamon -> Flaremon -> Apollomon
Lady Nex and Devola will be up sometime this week...Nex won't have much of a history for plot purposes, but Devola is going to take me a while...
Benrir
Dragon King
Okay then, friendship if available or sincerity next seeing as they're the ony two left... :L
Gir Sin Genji
Ganta Gun
@ Martel, ight, thanks for the advice as far as notepad goes (will try this later if I have time).
But as far as the stereotype goes, would it be cool if I kept the traner/party-inspirer type personality? I'm going to have trouble finding a new piece to fill the whole hero gap, but it's your RP so...
Also, could you give me some pointer/ideas on how to expand on my personality/history? I usually like to play like a heroic-type character who develops more of a personality over the series, but I also try to put a good backbone to base this on. Any ideas are appriciated, though I would ask that you PM me if you can help me out a little with what you would like to see. Thanks Martel.
But as far as the stereotype goes, would it be cool if I kept the traner/party-inspirer type personality? I'm going to have trouble finding a new piece to fill the whole hero gap, but it's your RP so...
Also, could you give me some pointer/ideas on how to expand on my personality/history? I usually like to play like a heroic-type character who develops more of a personality over the series, but I also try to put a good backbone to base this on. Any ideas are appriciated, though I would ask that you PM me if you can help me out a little with what you would like to see. Thanks Martel.
I have edited my Bio, let me know what you think and what you feel needs changing, let me know via PM whatever you would like changing if anything, or if there is something you want adding, S'all good.
Benrir
Dragon King
So I've edited my bio, tell me what needs changing Happy. I've been doing this at school so it's not the easiest of times. Apologies 
Subtle-sounds
Ex-Soldier
Here is the new Mina... Sneak is now what I'm focusing on and I hope to have it done soon
Main Info:
Name:Mina Arminette
Age: 17
Gender:Female
Crest: Knowledge
Affiliation: None (wants to join the Arbiters in their work)
Additional:
Appearance:
Her usual look involves dark, gothic style mixed with uniform-like outfits, accentuating her young and innocent face. Her raven hair is held firmly in two ponytails that trail the length of her body. Her red-rimmed glasses perch precariously on the bridge of her nose almost but never quite falling off. All of this accentuating her sense of studious attitude.
Mina is never seen without her laptop and Nightmare Before Christmas Backpack, headphones on and synthesised music blaring through their speakers, she appears creepy and mean, though this is all part of her defence mechanism.
Personality:
Mina is a true geek, never seen without her bespectacled face shoved into a book of one kind or another, she is knowledgeable on many subjects but this makes her come across as bit of a know it all, this leads people to dislike her, if she knows she is right she wont let that fact go, and if she is wrong she will not admit it until you can find a book that proves otherwise. She is the “I know best so you follow what I say” type of person, though she doesn’t do it maliciously or in a commanding way which is the initial aura she gives off, it's in a caring way, or as caring as she can be.
Living a life of knowledge, books and seclusion can make you seem cold, aloof and unapproachable, its hard to be friends with someone who doesn’t know how to react to people on the whole.When you get to know her it's a different story entirely. Mina is bubbly, talkative and friendly. It's just that her ways and habits do everything they can to stop people getting close enough to see this side of her. Having been bullied for many years for things that were out of her control she learned how to shut everyone out. It's just that as she learned how to do this she didn’t learn how to open up or let anyone back in.
Even though she thinks of the day she tried to kill herself all the time, and has nightmares about it, she tries not to let it interfere with her life, she hopes that by continuing to pursue the truth and highest achievements she can attain that someday her life will find something else worth paying attention to.
History:
Her Father had always been proud of her thirst for knowledge, he had always encouraged her to use her knowledge to help others and to continue to nurture her gifts he would give her books that other children were unable to read, simply to keep her intelligence getting higher. It wasn’t in a hateful or forced way, it was in a loving way, He was helping her nurture her true passion in life. She had loved learning new things, and enjoyed reading almost anything from fictional stories to the daily newspapers. She would read cookery books and ingredients from food packaging. Then she would read scientific texts to find out what it all was, Everything around her became a source of knowledge or things to research, study and extract useful titbits from. Her thirst for knowledge inadvertently cost her greatly.
When she reached the age of 11 he had gone out to buy her a present to commemorate her reaching young adulthood. He bought her a laptop, brand new to let her access the untapped format of intelligence, the internet. It was ok until he started heading home. The laptop was stored securely in the boot. And he was driving along without a care in the world. He was fine but the driver of the truck in front had an accident, causing him to careen off course wildly, slamming into the front of her fathers car. The crash killed her father almost instantly, but the laptop survived. A constant reminder of what had happened and why. 3 years later her mother had died, Her husbands death had weighed so heavily on her she had become an alcoholic. It didn’t take too long for her mothers body to give out. And so it was that 3 days after her 14[SUP]th[/SUP] birthday the social services were uprooting her from her home and school and sending her to an orphanage. It was a few months later that the Merge hit. Since the merge her world was different. She remembers the day of the merge like it was yesterday; it was after all the day she tried to end her lonely existence. And the day she failed.
She didn’t understand how all of the bullies that had picked on her had kept friends when she had lost everything and everyone; it drove her to the brink and pushed her over the edge, Years of emotional and physical torture at the hands of others turned all her hate inward. She stood on the precipice of a building's roof crying,Then she jumped. She re-visited her entire life in those few seconds as she fell. She fell further than she had ever fell before, She saw the lights of Heaven. That was precisely when the merge happened. Her fall stopped suddenly and she felt no pain from the landing. She awoke surrounded by trees and flowers, she was in the middle of a forest. At first she thought it was heaven, then she slowly realized she was still on earth, So this was Gods punishment? To continue on with this meaningless existence? Fine she had thought, She would find a way to make it all worthwhile. It wasn’t until 4 days later that she found out what she could do. The world had changed around her, there were creatures, monsters roaming the world. There were new organizations cropping up in this world all of which needed one valuable thing. Information. With all these new dangers to face; new challenges to beat. The thoughts this created in Mina's head fed her thirst for knowledge and purpose.She would find her way in this world, she would find her purpose and it would be her achievements that got her there
Character theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9EL6u9YR7Z0
Battle theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvgsS...feature=relmfu
Main Info:
Name:Mina Arminette
Age: 17
Gender:Female
Crest: Knowledge
Affiliation: None (wants to join the Arbiters in their work)
Additional:
Appearance:
Her usual look involves dark, gothic style mixed with uniform-like outfits, accentuating her young and innocent face. Her raven hair is held firmly in two ponytails that trail the length of her body. Her red-rimmed glasses perch precariously on the bridge of her nose almost but never quite falling off. All of this accentuating her sense of studious attitude.
Mina is never seen without her laptop and Nightmare Before Christmas Backpack, headphones on and synthesised music blaring through their speakers, she appears creepy and mean, though this is all part of her defence mechanism.
Personality:
Mina is a true geek, never seen without her bespectacled face shoved into a book of one kind or another, she is knowledgeable on many subjects but this makes her come across as bit of a know it all, this leads people to dislike her, if she knows she is right she wont let that fact go, and if she is wrong she will not admit it until you can find a book that proves otherwise. She is the “I know best so you follow what I say” type of person, though she doesn’t do it maliciously or in a commanding way which is the initial aura she gives off, it's in a caring way, or as caring as she can be.
Living a life of knowledge, books and seclusion can make you seem cold, aloof and unapproachable, its hard to be friends with someone who doesn’t know how to react to people on the whole.When you get to know her it's a different story entirely. Mina is bubbly, talkative and friendly. It's just that her ways and habits do everything they can to stop people getting close enough to see this side of her. Having been bullied for many years for things that were out of her control she learned how to shut everyone out. It's just that as she learned how to do this she didn’t learn how to open up or let anyone back in.
Even though she thinks of the day she tried to kill herself all the time, and has nightmares about it, she tries not to let it interfere with her life, she hopes that by continuing to pursue the truth and highest achievements she can attain that someday her life will find something else worth paying attention to.
History:
Her Father had always been proud of her thirst for knowledge, he had always encouraged her to use her knowledge to help others and to continue to nurture her gifts he would give her books that other children were unable to read, simply to keep her intelligence getting higher. It wasn’t in a hateful or forced way, it was in a loving way, He was helping her nurture her true passion in life. She had loved learning new things, and enjoyed reading almost anything from fictional stories to the daily newspapers. She would read cookery books and ingredients from food packaging. Then she would read scientific texts to find out what it all was, Everything around her became a source of knowledge or things to research, study and extract useful titbits from. Her thirst for knowledge inadvertently cost her greatly.
When she reached the age of 11 he had gone out to buy her a present to commemorate her reaching young adulthood. He bought her a laptop, brand new to let her access the untapped format of intelligence, the internet. It was ok until he started heading home. The laptop was stored securely in the boot. And he was driving along without a care in the world. He was fine but the driver of the truck in front had an accident, causing him to careen off course wildly, slamming into the front of her fathers car. The crash killed her father almost instantly, but the laptop survived. A constant reminder of what had happened and why. 3 years later her mother had died, Her husbands death had weighed so heavily on her she had become an alcoholic. It didn’t take too long for her mothers body to give out. And so it was that 3 days after her 14[SUP]th[/SUP] birthday the social services were uprooting her from her home and school and sending her to an orphanage. It was a few months later that the Merge hit. Since the merge her world was different. She remembers the day of the merge like it was yesterday; it was after all the day she tried to end her lonely existence. And the day she failed.
She didn’t understand how all of the bullies that had picked on her had kept friends when she had lost everything and everyone; it drove her to the brink and pushed her over the edge, Years of emotional and physical torture at the hands of others turned all her hate inward. She stood on the precipice of a building's roof crying,Then she jumped. She re-visited her entire life in those few seconds as she fell. She fell further than she had ever fell before, She saw the lights of Heaven. That was precisely when the merge happened. Her fall stopped suddenly and she felt no pain from the landing. She awoke surrounded by trees and flowers, she was in the middle of a forest. At first she thought it was heaven, then she slowly realized she was still on earth, So this was Gods punishment? To continue on with this meaningless existence? Fine she had thought, She would find a way to make it all worthwhile. It wasn’t until 4 days later that she found out what she could do. The world had changed around her, there were creatures, monsters roaming the world. There were new organizations cropping up in this world all of which needed one valuable thing. Information. With all these new dangers to face; new challenges to beat. The thoughts this created in Mina's head fed her thirst for knowledge and purpose.She would find her way in this world, she would find her purpose and it would be her achievements that got her there
Character theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9EL6u9YR7Z0
Battle theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvgsS...feature=relmfu
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