NAME: Jovah Flor
NAME: Jivah ‘Jovi’ Loeza
RACE: French Hispanic
HISTORY: Jovah is the adventurous curious girl in the group. She’s very kind and a bit reckless. She’s known to be the very spunky type, and is very intelligent. She’s very fond of technology and has 4 younger siblings. Jovah attends high school, and plays several sports. She’s also very artistic and musically talented. She may seem perfectly fine, but Jovah suffers from lone and depression and frequently blocks everyone around her. Leaving herself alone with her tools and laptop.
EXAMPLE: The room was shadowed, room temperature lower than average. Soundless breathing, as the adolescent drowned in the pool of slumber. She looked peaceful, and harmless. She was, only when upset she becomes the opposite. Her caramela complexion finally shimmering as the rays of a setting sun leaked into her room. Daylight as finally came, it is now currently 6:04:36 am. The female still slept, then it was interrupted. The alarm of her clock had screeched through her ears. Jolting from her bed, she panicked and smacked her clock off her nightstand.
Her dirty mouth sure did need rinsing. Her hazel optics wandered around the room aimlessly searching if anything has changed. Nothing.
She still looked sleepy and bed-headed. Mumbling to herself how she shouldn’t sleep in so much. Her black curls jumped around as she got outta bed. Yawning like a cat from its nap, she stretched out and sighed.
“Here goes another day, right?”
Then from the far right, her laptop sat on her dresser charging. Crying out a small ping sound.
She lazily dragged herself toward it, opening it to reveal a screen filled with letters and numerical symbols. Confused, she looked closely.. With a burst of light that sprang out of her laptop.. she had disappeared. Where? No one knew.
NAME: Eva White
TIMEZONE: +1/+2 Hours
NAME: Grace Smith
HISTORY: Grace’s an outgoing, adventurer girl. She’s always ready to get into action, always encouraging everyone around her. She’s not bad at school but prefers music and sports. Also, her family life is quite normal. She lives with her mom and dad and owns a dorm-house pet. She’s always spent her summers in Summer Camps and considers most of her camp mates friends. Her life’s been quite easy. She doesn’t get into trouble and is friendly to pretty much everyone. Though, if someone annoys her, she might start cursing and also, she may get angry, a mood that stays for a while.
EXAMPLE: The weather outside was tempting. All Grace wanted to do was run to the garden barefoot and spend the day there, lying on the Sun with her guitar.
On the other side on the fence of her house, people talked about banal problems, kids ran, playing with soccer balls and birds sang their songs.
The girl sighed, pulled out the biggest of smiles and walked out her house, crossing the street. She stopped in front of a white door. Should she call him? They hadn’t spoken much. The guy that lived there, her neighbour, seemed to be nice and maybe they could become good friends. But still, she wasn’t sure.
Gathering up a bit of courage,she knocked. A tall, pretty woman opened the door. “Good morning?” she said with a strange, yet beautiful face.
“Oh, hi!” Grace answered with a smile. “I’m Grace. I live across the street and I’ve seen… maybe your son, here. I was wondering if he wanted to come out and enjoy the weather with me.”
The woman raised an eyebrow but smirked. “He’s outside, on the back yard. Come here, please…”
Grace followed her to a wide, well maintained garden. “There he is. Son, look. She’s come to visit you…”
The girl took a lock of auburn hair out of her face, her green eyes shining with the Sunlight. The boy’s mom went back inside and the boy himself approached her. “What are you doing here?”
“Hey! I am just being friendly!” answered her, frowning. Well. That was such a weird boy, indeed.
NAME: Sabina Garcia
TIMEZONE: -5 Hours
USAGE: Almost Daily/Daily
NAME: Sabina Garcia
HISTORY: Sabina is woman of few words she keeps to herself and reads her books to fulfill her dreams of being the greatest doctor ever.
EXAMPLE: Sabina sat in the corner of the medical wing of her library reading and learning more about anatomy and bones she felt confident that she could save a life no matter what but not her own she knew this as she walked out and went to her …. “dwellings” she doesnt have a home because if home is where the heart is she doesnt have a home but she walked past her “mom” went to her room and checked her email and saw a message that read “want to save lives?” she knew her spam filter failed but she always gave people the benefit of the doubt so she clicked it and her screen went blue and she chalked that up to the bad portion of reality and went to bed… When she woke up she didnt know where she was…
USAGE: Almost Daily/Daily
NAME: Jay (Jayson) Mathews
HISTORY: Jay was just one of those teens, constantly moving throughout their childhood years due to parents research and studies jobs (He just usually told everyone his dad was in the army, just for less hectic questions). Though, his family stopped moving around his age of 14, he was just re-arranging himself in school just trying to fit in with the rest. More or Less, he made a group of friends that he usually tries to constantly trying to cheer up with their Relationship/etc. problems. One thing for sure, is that Jay always seem to be trying to cheer up the sad and outcasted. Since, he was always the new awkward kid and such, he knew how much it sucked to be not so welcomed.
EXAMPLE:None the less, the sigh of relief when I take off my shoes and backpack from school. Now, I just wonder to myself, “Exactly what am I going to do, while procrastinate about homework?” As I jogged up stairs, the idea hit me. I rushed even faster and grabbed my drawstring backpack full of my personal wants/hobbies and headed outside to the backyard. Once there, I pulled out a small container that contained all the postcards/pictures of people I met, and places I’ve been; so I decided i would be all nostalgia over everything. As I started from Oldest ones and moved upwards, I was either Crying or laughing and the little to none memories of how much time I spent or barely got to seen, though I knew enough to make me miss them.
Suddenly, I took a long pause seeing the picture of an old house, thinking about the one special thing that I still cant explain today. It was 7-8 years ago and it was the first day I decided to walk home. Though, I should of have waited for my parents, but they were just caught up in research as usual. I decided just to walk the quickest way I can, as for that was maybe not so regrettable decision now. As I was halfway home, I started entering the ‘Ghetto’ part of town I didn’t know about (I was currently living some town in South California), and when I went through, I felt more scared, but only scared and sorrowful for them, wondering why such things happen to these people, these adults, kids, animals.
So, after I got home, my parents were shocked and pretty angered at me for walking home, though they were far into yelling they realized I would of been at the school all night if I didn’t. So, they just calmed down and went back, acting like they were still right though (Still, today I’m laughing at their faces as they realized I was right) and I went straight for homework and then I took a nap.
I woke up to the noise of my parents arguing in the kitchen, though there was an incredible buzzing noise that blocked off most of their conversation (Though it was either about the research or about my incident that day). So, I headed of into the hallway deciding what to do, but then suddenly I hear my name being called. I couldn’t make out what kind of voice it was, just lots of static noise with it, though I was shocked and looked all around. Finally, I looked behind me and saw a glowing light from my parents work room. The light was indescribable as it was just so appealing to go to, and then I heard my name being called again. I decided to walk towards it, as in curiosity and it just felt natural to want it. As I entered the room, I saw the computer facing the opposite side of the door, but it was so bright that it still showed all of it. I just then walked toward the computer screen and it then said my name, and it also gave me some kind of feeling that I just knew what it meant. It just gave me some feelings that just felt like it told me to never give up, and believe in light.
NAME: Serenity Hinamori
NAME: Sefenee Arisu
HISTORY: Sefenee grew up mostly by herself. her family msotly stayed away from her as she grew up mainly due to her personality. her personality is mostly cold, sarcastic, and secretive. she can be defined as a Tsundere for the most part. she comes from a fairly wealthy family of 4. she is somewhat closer to her elder brother than the rest of her family. due to having to mainly depend on her own self for most things she most often is stubborn about accepting help. deep down though she truely does want to make friends, and if she does concider someone a friend she is loyal to them and does try to help them anyway she can. in her private school there is one girl she is semi-close friends with. she does act a bit less cold and sarcastice towards that girl and instead acts friendlier like an older sister in some ways.
EXAMPLE: Sefenee woke up hearing some loud noises outside, only to see the ground covered in snow as well as a few other campers. Stepping outside, in her normal attire of a Crimson Tank-top, Black Armwamers/Gloves, a Black mini-skirt and knee-high high-heeled black boots. “What’s going on?” she turned her attention to what looked like the Northern Lights infront of them.
“The hell is tha-” She put her arm to her face as a bright light appeared. feeling a small gust of wind her long light wavy blonde hair blew behind her. she felt like she was pulled somewhere by something. after that she blacked out.
the next thing she knew, she woke up on the ground surrounded by odd looking plants and trees…
numanumamike886 asked: are we limited to only the ultamite form of our digimon?
Well considering that’s all I’ve currently planned for, yes. But if that changes then you will be notified.
numanumamike886 asked: you said theirs a chance of our digimon dying so i was wondering if that happens does that mean we are done we no more digimon or is there a chance we can befriend a wild digimon
If you watch Digimon Adventure you’ll see that Angemon dies and TK has to restart looking after him. That’s what will happen :D
NAME: Danyelle Alguire
TIMEZONE: EST (Canada)
USAGE: Almost Daily
NAME: Danny Medeia
HISTORY: Danny lead a fairly average childhood. She was raised in Canada, and her parents were divorced. Bullying and being outcasted in school caused her to become more inverted, and have a difficult time expressing her emotions. She only spoke to people when spoken to. She took to putting most of her energy into school, figuring that if she can’t be popular she might as well succeed. The rest ofher effort was put into drawing, seeing it as the only thing she could be much good for. She became obsessive and clingy towards people who would show her attention, often scaring people off that way. She spent the rest of her childhood this way, going right up until her teenage years.
EXAMPLE: The faint sound of music could be heard coming from a bedroom, near midnight. A figure sat alone in her room, on the floor with a sketchbook in her lap. She doodled all over the page, covering it with different ideas and characters. Inspiration always seemed to hit at the least convenient times, and this was one of them. She had awoken only moments ago with a plethora of ideas, all of which she desired to put on paper before she forgot them. Whether they were just basic sketches or full out drawings, she wanted each one to be remembered.
Closing her eyes for a moment, Danny listened to her music. She wondered if it was too loud, but it was doubtful that anyone but her could hear it. She began to hum along to the tune, bobbing her head slightly as she returned to her artwork. She always seemed to wear her erasers right down so quickly. She had to keep many pencils on hand, so when one eraser was gone, she could use another. Of course this did not bother her; any pencil that had no eraser could easily be used for school.
As she finished off her final drawing, the girl let out a long sigh. She really wished that she could be inspired at regular times, rather than waking up in the middle of the night to groggily scribble down ideas. Stretching, she let out a long yawn. It was about time she got back to sleep, seeing as she had finished what she wanted to draw. Feeling satisfied, she made her way back to bed, crawling in and falling back to sleep.