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Name:
	Kari Primrose

Age:
	19

Appearance:
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	- Height: 5 foot 5 inches 
	- Weight: 120 pounds
	- Always wears a hoodie over athletic tops and (despite the image saying otherwise) long running pants, regardless of the heat or cold. 

Personality:
	Is it so wrong to see the world as something less than perfect? Is it folly to wish to change things for the better? These are the questions that Kari asks herself almost daily. A hopeless romantic and pitiless optimist, she believes that there is no saving the stupid, but that she has to try anyway. Her parents have made comments about it not being blood that runs through her veins, but rather a strong sense of justice and a will to see it brought about. This is unfortunately tempered by her lack of social position to act on her beliefs, her poor social skills that come from being on the autism spectrum, and her general contempt for those who have power and don't use it for the uplifting of the weak. 

Background:
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	Growing up in a middle-class household, Kari never wanted for anything. Well, except world peace. And a life without boredom. And the destruction of the dog-eat-dog system of the world. And-, well, you get the point. She learned the reality of the world when she was but 5, when her rare trading card was stolen. The teachers banned the game because of this, and the other children blamed her, going so far as to claim it wasn't stolen and that she just wanted to get the game banned! This made her depressed and anti-social for a while, but she returned to normal about a year later. Then the second tragedy struck. Her favorite video game was taken from her hands as she played it, and the older children who took it held it too high for her to reach. So she reached for their throat instead. She didn't choke them for too long, just long enough to make them lower their hands so she could grab her game back, but it didn't matter to the adults. She was the one who got in trouble, her parents making her throw away her precious game, the bullies who did it getting away untouched. Her disillusionment grew. 
	By her teenage years, she was known as a troublemaker and a rather dangerous enemy to make. With no care for weak or illogical rules, she would go above and beyond to make those who harmed her, or the younger children, pay for their actions. Even the older students at her school became afraid of her, leading to a large drop in bullying throughout the grades as a whole. That is, until she went too far and knocked a bullying transfer student unconscious on the day Kari turned 14. She was expelled that day. On an "entirely unrelated" note, the rate of bullying in the school skyrocketed the following week. 
	At age 15, Kari, who had grown strong physically from throwing herself into working out to relieve her anger at society, became obsessed with anime. Not especially surprising for a 15 year old, but the lessons she learned from Sailor Moon and the like were different than what the English dubs wanted kids to learn. She'd need to get stronger still if she wanted to defeat the villains of the world. She didn't have a team to rely on, or magical powers. She'd have to find another way. 
	Exactly one month after she turned 16, her favorite video game of all time was released. She loved it more than anything, and it became her newest obsession. So much so that she would have reoccurring dreams about it. Moreso, when she learned to lucid dream on command (when she realized she was in a dream, that is) at age 17, she would constantly make her dreams be about it. 
	Age 18, Kari had played her game well over 100 times, logging uncounted hours of playtime. She became a NEET for a few months before getting kicked out of her parent's home and ending up in a tiny apartment of her own that she can, to this day, barely pay rent for. Recently having turned 19, she's begun looking into colleges that she might be accepted into, but she has no idea of what she would study for.
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Partner:
	Dorumon

Digivice G appearance:
	A pair of red-rimmed glasses with blueish lenses. 

Other:
	Inspiration: (Happens to also be) her [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUErzvA5fuk]Theme Song[/url]
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Species:
	Dorumon

Nickname:
	N/A

Level:
	Rookie

Type:
	Beast

Attribute:
	Data

Family:
	- Dragon's Roar
	- Nature Spirits
	- Nightmare Soldiers
	- Virus Busters

Attacks:
	- Metal Cannon
	- Dash Metal
	- Metal Shoot
	- Hyper Dash Metal
	
Evolutionary line:
	[url=https://wikimon.net/Dodomon]Dodomon[/url] - [url=https://wikimon.net/Dorimon]Dorimon[/url] - [url=https://wikimon.net/DORUmon]Dorumon[/url] - [url=https://wikimon.net/DORUgamon]Dorugamon[/url] - [url=https://wikimon.net/DORUguremon]Doruguremon[/url]

Personality:
	A very distant relative of Alphamon, Dorumon is an imperious digimon who believes himself better than Yggdrasil itself, let alone the fallen knight digimon. He refers to other digimon (and humans as well) as "Trash," an obvious insult towards most species. He's yet to lose a battle, and grew up around strong digimon making that fact a large part of why he acts as he does. He hates being praised for anything, as praise implies both that someone is worthy of judging him and that what he did that was being praised is above and beyond what he can do.

Other:
	Inspiration: Abridged Gilgamesh
	
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