[hider=Reina Morhau] 
[h3][b]Bio:[/b][/h3]
19
She/Her
Delivery Gal [sub](Under The Table)[/sub], Mixed Martial-Arts Student, Street Brawler
[h3][b]Appearance:[/b][/h3]
Standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 168lbs, Reina is a rugged looking individual. Her beige skin is usually a bit dirty, she walks with somewhat bad posture seeming to prefer to slump forward slightly as she walks. Brown eyes hide behind a messy head of black hair that goes down to her shoulders, mostly covered up by a beanie she's almost always wearing around her head. Freckles are sprawled across her cheeks, bordering both sides of her medium-sized nose, which has a slight but visible leftward tilt. Her resting face is quite neutral, mouth practically being a flat line across her features. Though through amusement or anger she tends to express herself with sharp-toothed grins or teeth-gritted glares.

Having a preference for darker colors, Reina tends to sport black tank tops with the old reliable blue jeans, torn and revealing her knees. Somewhat old, but reliable enough sneakers of gray/white cover her feet. Over her shirt is a black drawstring waist jacket, typically unbuttoned. A silver stud in her left ear, as well as a small chain hanging from her neck, are her only accessories. Though not visible with her jacket on, she does have a small tattoo on the back of her left shoulder: Simple lettering, "K + M", a few small hearts around them.

For colder weather, she'd sport bulkier jackets over her usual tank top, though when it's too chilly she'll switch to a sweater. She has a pair of boots she tends to only use during the snowy season as well, but aside from those, and some changes in color, she tends to keep to the same wardrobe aside from specific instances like swimming.
[h3][b]Digivolution/Form-Change Method(s)[/b][/h3]
D.N.A Charge, evoking digivolution through the tamer's emotions. Being an aggressive and physical individual, Reina doesn't express herself well with love or kindness. Instead finding her way through physical actions, specifically attacking opponents, appearing as a violet-colored aura. Willingness to defend herself and others,  standing up in the face of opposition, bravery and courage to do what's right. These features fuel her strength with her partner. However, falling to rage, vengeance seeking, and unjustified acts of violence can spark the negative aspects of D.N.A Charge. 
[h3][b]Personality:[/b][/h3]
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[*] + Courageous, stands up for those who can't do it for themselves.
[*] + Loyal, to those she warms up to, or respects.
[*] + Boyish, not a soft wallflower in the slightest. 
[*] + Maternal, mainly towards animals.
[*] ~ Aggressive, about getting things done or against someone on her bad side.
[*] ~ Menacing, persuades through fear. Causes accidental scares.
[*] - Snarky, towards whoever's a convenient enough target.
[*] - Brash, using her head first. To headbutt something, usually.
[*] - Tactless, lacking a filter and acting her own way.  
[*] - Shortsighted, usually thinking of now, and not later.
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[h3][b]Dream(s):[/b][/h3]
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[*] Has dreams to find herself in a professional fighting environment someday. Mostly stuck with mock-matches in gyms and back-alley fights, she finds fighting to be a stress reliver and net her a little more money in her pocket occasionally. Winning boosts her ego, helps her feel better about herself, while losses she can grin and bear, though depending on the opponent, can be quite distressed by. Often expresses competitive traits, willingness to accept a fight, and pride to not back down. 

[*] Companionship is a heavy influencer in her life. Not being the easiest to approach person, she appreciates the bonds she can manage to build and strives to maintain them. Doesn't hesitate to get reckless for the sake of someone close, pinning herself into a bad situation even at her own potential expense. Can bring out self-sacrificial traits, cause rash decisions when presented with someone in peril, and cause anger spikes when she feels the need to set someone straight.
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[h3][b]Nightmare(s):[/b][/h3]
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[*] Experienced a bad breakup, that left her somewhat fearful of close relationships. Uncertain if she actually wants another relationship, or if she's trying to patch a hole that she isn't ready to fix. Effects her regular friendships as well, making her a bit harder to approach than others. Leads to being stoic at times around other individuals, uncertainty regarding her own self-worth, general distrust and skepticism of people trying to approach her to begin with. Also leads to a fear of losing others, causing insistence towards certain options, trying to handle things so others don't have to, and attempting to seem dependable.

[*] Though she lives a pretty low-standard life, she doesn't appreciate it being pointed out to her. Having had enough people call her 'trashy' or 'gutter girl' in her life, it's a high point of frustration for her. Even though it's valid to say she doesn't strive towards goals like she should, it's clear that it'd take a lot to actually get her to shift her attitude towards her own life, seeming to not having a high amount of drive aside from living in the moment. Shows disregard for her own safety, a lack of patience with people insulting her appearance or way of living, extra distrust in the 'pompous' or 'regal' types, not having much to say to those that think they're always on top of the world. 

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[hider=Sample: Fists Versus Quills, With The Sound Of The Ocean]
An abrupt snort came with Reina waking up, eyes barely opening enough to get more than a blurred look at her surroundings. Everything was surprisingly green, which seemed odd, but she didn't put her surroundings into question until she let out an obnoxiously loud yawn, tongue lightly sweeping her dry lips as she sat up to rub an arm across her eyes to see a bit better. Catching the smell of grass was odd, causing her to lower her arm and glance down at it, noticing multiple blades of green on her arm, stuck like she'd been pressed into it for awhile. [i]'Did I fall asleep in the park?'[/i] Was her first thought, view shifting upward to take a look at the supposed park she thought she was in.

Instead, she was met with what looked like a forest. Green, green, and more green, with seemingly no particular signage or path to follow back home. She lived in a big city, woods like this were nowhere around! Just where the hell had she fallen asleep? Or ended up, for that matter? Her first instinct was to stand up, and pull out her phone, search for any sort of GPS location. But as she patted her pockets, she found that she was lacking in both her phone, and her wallet. "That's [i]great.[/i]" Her voice practically growled, not caring to brush off the grass on her back, even thought it left her a bit itchy. 

The woods were quiet, which was at least giving her some peace of mind. No animals, like a bear or something, seemed to be around to rip her apart. But considering there [i]could[/i] be bears, she wanted to find a more open space. One of the noises she could pick up on was the ocean, which seemed like a good indicator of where to go if she wanted out of these woods. It was perhaps too early to think of strange things like survival, but if she could reach water, that'd help ease her mind a little. This was all so bizarre, she almost believed it to absolutely be a dream. So she tried to not worry too much yet, even if a self-aware dream like this was kind of out of her usual sleeping patterns.

What didn't help ease her mind, was sudden rustling from behind her. Her body shifted to face the sound, musing in her mind [i]'So much for quiet,'[/i] before her hands tightened into fists. She could still see the brush moving, whatever it was, it was getting closer. Didn't seem terribly large, however, so she felt less fear and more curiosity. This was a dream, so she might as well make the most of it and see what the hell was messing with her head. She slowly approached the bushes, waiting for an opportunity with it getting close. She saw a red claw of some sort stick out, and without hesitation she lifted her foot, bringing it back before delivering a strong punt: Which struck the creature as it tried to come out of the bush, causing it to cry out as it flew out the back of the brush.

Figuring it might be the only food she gets for awhile, she quickly followed after it. Though, as she stepped past the bushes, she heard shouting from direction of the creature she kicked. A cry of "[b]Lightning Quills![/b]" was followed by dart-sized projectiles shooting her way, blasting through the bush and nearly her. Some of them stabbed into a nearby tree, trickling with electricity, which caused a drop of sweat to slowly go down her forehead along with a feeling of hesitation to step forward. Her mouth was left agape as a reaction, uncertain of what she'd just witnessed, but at least knew it wasn't normal. "What the [i]hell[/i] was that?!" She quickly questioned. No real animal could do that, right? This was a dream? A dream where animals weaponized themselves like that?! That was a little [i]too[/i] crazy.

"What the heck are YOU?" A somewhat high-pitched voice responded, sounding a little nasally. "I get shipped off on a boat, wake up in a forest, [i]then[/i] get kicked in the face?!" Reina could hear it's foot stomping on the ground, very clearly upset despite being out of view. "This day just keeps getting worse!"

Reina laughed, though it was barely more than a scoff. Not able to believe this was real, not after that attack she witnessed, she felt surprisingly more relaxed. "Maybe I overreacted?" She asked, bearing a toothy grin as she carefully listened for the creature. The last thing she expected it to do was talk, but with how upset it was, there was a doubt words would get her far. Not that she was good with them, anyway. Drawing it's location out through [i]it's[/i] words, now that seemed ideal. Then she could actually see what she was against.

"[b]Lightning Quills![/b]"

If she learned anything, that was at least a sign more of those projectiles were coming. It didn't know her location, rather, it was simply seeming to fire off in her general direction. Which to it's credit, as the sound of the trickling electric quills filled the air, she panicked in her movements and found herself moving fast, and very audibly. She wasn't used to things like this, what a vivid imagination she decided to have to make a scenario like this, fighting talking animals. Just what did this thing look like?

She quickly got an answer, as she heard something new this time. "[b]Needle-Point Dive![/b]"

The little bastard had the same plan she did! Before she knew it, a speeding ball of white and yellow came her way, covered in spiky quills. She attempted to make a hard dive to the side, but to her surprise the rolling creature bounced upward, catching the back of her leg mid-air and causing a scratch that went past clothing and skin. She hissed as she fell, head turning back to see what it was doing next. It ramped up a nearby tree, leaping off of it before uncurling to reveal it's full form. It was like some sort of mutant hedgehog, large, maybe not far below her belt? Bipedal too, and with red claws for feet and hands. It dove straight towards her, seeming to plan on landing on her back.

"Give up, and I might be merciful--" An attempt to boast, which was met with Reina's unharmed leg digging a foot straight into it's stomach from her position on the ground, causing it to smack against the tree it had just launched off of. It slid down to a sitting position, as Reina turned to face it, though in a similar sitting position because of her leg. "How about you give up, instead?" She spat back, amused by the result of her strike. 

The creature picked itself up, although stumbling a little. "Not a chance!" It retorted loudly, brushing a claw against it's fur. Reina pulled herself up as well, leg shaking but she wasn't about to stay down. This dream was just getting exciting! She clearly wasn't ready to wake up yet, and this thing was giving her a bit more trouble than a normal fight. It was... Exotic? Only something your imagination could spur. Which was honestly starting to become a lot of fun.

There was back-and-forth, in blows and in words. Insults flew as much as hands, and neither was exactly sure of how long they'd been tumbling around in the woods. It was getting dark, an evening sun bringing barely any light to the woodland area as the two were barely stumbling along, both scratched, bruised, and generally in bad condition. But, that wasn't an indication to stop. Either they were dramatic about it, or seriously wanting to win after all the time they felt was spent, but they both charged again.

The creature's claw swiped out, but growing impatient and too tired for the dodging game, she instead let it connect with her torso, despite the pain it caused. This caused confusion to the creature in front of her, up until it looked up to see her face. Her glare caused a moment of hesitation, which was fully taken advantage of as she grabbed him by the fluff on his cheeks, yanking him upward as she reeled her head back. "Wait, what're you doing?!" It questioned in a panic.

"Just keep your eyes right here!" She responded, her head swinging forward and bashing right into the creature's forehead. As the impact happened, she fully let go of the creature, falling back from the impact of the headbutt. The creature crashed onto the ground, laid out on it's back and breathing heavily. The strike knocked them both senseless, leaving the two to just lay there, beaten up in a draw.

"You're not half-bad," Reina huffed, rolling onto her side. If this was a dream, she sure felt like she should've woken up by now. The pain coursing through her body was pretty severe, and nothing like this... Thing she fought, could possibly be real. That being said, Reina found an odd attachment to it. You learned to respect someone you fought, and that fight seemed to take most of a day, at least in dreamland. "Whatever the hell you are."

The creature groaned, claws scratching at it's sore forehead. "I'm a hero. A strong hero!" He winced, either from pain, or a memory that made him include; "Well, [i]exiled[/i] hero. For now."

She would've tilted her head, if her neck wasn't so sore. "Shouldn't a hero not be cutting into people's skin with claws? Hell, I can see why you were exiled."

"You [i]attacked ME![/i]" It reminded her loudly, causing an erupt of laughter on her end. "Oh, right." She brushed it off as nothing serious, but the weird creature was definitely steaming from the disregard. "Okay, 'hero'. Shouldn't you be out saving folks? Why're you sneaking around in the bushes?"

A deep sigh escaped the creature. "You didn't listen to a thing I said earlier!"

"Totally didn't." She admitted with flat honesty.

The creature rolled it's eyes, but seemed to disregard the rude yet truthful remark. "I woke up in these woods! Off of my ship! I was wandering around, when suddenly I walk out of some brush and get kicked in my face!" It was annoyed, but seemingly more at the weird situation than Reina at this point.

"You too?" She questioned, pushing herself up to a sitting position with a groan of disapproval. "Hey, I just thought this was a dumb dream. But two people can't have the same dream, right? Isn't that weird?"

Also managing to sit upright, the creature scratched the back of it's head. "That is strange! Maybe we're not enemies after all." It mused, thinking on the situation. Clacking it's claws together, it tried to make sense of the situation, but failed. "Oh! I know!" it sparked an idea, a great one. They were both great fighters, put in a similar situation? It had an idea of what to offer her. "If we're not enemies, then why don't we team up? You look weird, but you're also tough. I bet we'd make a great team!"

Reina's gaze fixated on the creature. Team up? She was mildly insulted by being called 'weird looking', but really, if this was some real scenario, She wouldn't quite mind teaming up with this little guy. Why not, right? He was a good fighter, and they'd figured each other out a bit more through this struggle. Most of the people she fought held grudges, this felt oddly different. So her answer, the right answer to give was...

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A sudden cold feeling startled Reina awake, causing her to shoot up from her seat. "Wha?!" She mumbled, feeling the cold splotch on her shirt. Water, probably. Looking up, she noticed a rather angry-looking man, that was, in fact, her boss. Had she fallen asleep waiting for a delivery? Ah, shit.

"Ya don't get paid to sit down and nap!" He snapped.

She crossed her arms, deciding to snap back. "I wouldn't fall asleep if ya actually had business, y'know?!"

"Whatever!" Instant conversation ender, though she did get a pizza bag shoved into her hands. "Address is on the receipt, I expect it there in twenty minutes or less! Haul ass outta here!"

Disappointment crossed her features, feeling a little saddened by the fact that the whole fight she'd been through was just a dream. But making friends with some cartoon-animal that could fight was a little unrealistic, wasn't it? She decided to leave it well enough alone, to try and forget and move on. Though that dream was definitely a difficult one to repress. It'd be bothering her for awhile, yet.
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[hider=Herissmon]
[h3][b]Bio:[/b][/h3]
Adolescent
He/Him
[h3][b]Typical Digivolution Path:[/b][/h3]
Pusumon >  Pusurimon > Herissmon > Filmon > Stiffilmon > Rasenmon
[h3][b]Origin:[/b][/h3]
Have you ever heard the story of Herissmon, The Village Hero? Of course you haven't, only a select few know the tale of his heroics. A scrappy digimon that often fought for the sake of protecting his own village, said to even 'be involved' with defeating a Champion-level digimon... Which, in reality, was just him curling up and the digimon accidentally stepping on his spikes, leaving an opening for the stronger villagers to take care of it. Not to undersell his own efforts, he'd done his fair share to help his village and was regarded as helpful, at least until it all started going to his head.

Ever prideful, with an ego as wide as the sky, he always thought of himself as legendary. A protector, boasting about his deeds and rewarding himself to food because of it. For awhile, the village put up with it because he was useful. But during a rather peaceful period, they grew tired of him still overeating and boasting, and devised a plan to get rid of him. 

During a nap, he was grabbed by his fellow villagers, and tied up in a small boat. Given a small amount of supplies before they shoved him off to sail into the Net Ocean. Where he'd end up, he had no idea. But it was very clear that his village didn't want a hero anymore! So he'd take himself elsewhere. Somewhere, on the big open waters. He didn't entirely believe in fate (Unless it favored him) which he hoped it would. Fate could drag him somewhere safe, right? Or at least with food?
[h3][b]Personality[/b][/h3]
[list] 
[*] + Intuitive, acts off instinct, easily perceives situations to adapt.
[*] + Cocky, in his own abilities, shows confidence in getting things done.
[*] + Gallant, has heroic qualities despite his lesser habits. Some showings of selflessness.
[*] - Egotistical, has high faith in self, tendency to anger when position is insulted.
[*] - Gluttonous, eating twice of what he'd need to at any opportunity. Snack time is all the time.
[*] - Profiteering, likes to be rewarded or rewards himself for a good deed. Loves treasure.
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"Alright, that should keep him for awhile."

A voice caught Herissmon's attention, stirring him from his heroic nap. Annoyed, one eye slowly opened as he tried to take in the sight of who it was, only to see KoDokugumon. The spider-like digimon was supposed to be working on a new, silky cape in his honor! What was he doing out here, waking him up? Actually, now that Herissmon got a chance to look, a lot of villagers were gathered. About eight in total, if he counted right. Considering his one open eye, and being bad at math, it was probably wrong. Not that it truly mattered to him. "What are you doing? I'm trying to work up an appetite--" He paused, realizing how bad that sounded. Quickly he shifted it to: "--Eh, sleepin' off a stomach ache!"

Attempting to move was futile, he soon came to find. Glancing down, he saw he was wrapped in KoDokugumon's webbing. He also noticed the boat, and the water it was atop. "The heck's this?!" He questioned, disregarding his complaint to instead state confusion. "Oi! KoDokugumon! Lemme out, what's the big deal?!"

The spider-digimon shook his head, which pretty much involved shaking most of his body along with it. "No can do. You've been eating everything, and not doing your part in harvesting at all!" Tone obviously upset, he made sure to add: "There's plenty of mouths to feed, and you're not helping!"

"Hmph!" An insulted huff came from Herissmon. "Hey, I keep the village safe! Isn't that deserving of a snack once in awhile?" He tried to reason, but found himself wincing as one of the villagers remarked that "You snack ALL the time! The pantry is practically just dust!"

Tilting his head to look upwards, he tried to think his way out of that one. "I gotta keep my energy up! Or else we won't be safe if there IS an attack!" He remarked, nodding his head as he looked back at the group. "The price of safety, you know? C'mon, you can't do this to me! Exiling me to the ocean?!"

"You haven't stopped despite people asking, so I don't see much in the way of options." Cut in a bird-man digimon, Buraimon. A stronger protector than Herissmon, most knew. And who's presence left him unsure of what to say. "You have plenty of food in that bag, if you conserve it. The bindings will loosen after a few hours." Without skipping a beat, he spread his wings, causing a small shriek of panic from Herissmon.

"Hold on! You don't have to do this! We can [i]talk this out--[/i]" He didn't even get a response, instead Buraimon flapped his wings with extreme force, the gusts of wind sending the boat out, with a screaming and struggling digimon aboard. "--Uwaaah! You [i]traitors![/i]" He yelled, growling at the uncomfortable position he was in. "I won't forget this!"

All he saw was the slowly shrinking forms of those on land walking back towards the village. His screaming could be heard for a little while, until he eventually gave in and started to doze off again.

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After an uncertain amount of time sailing out into the ocean, the bindings around Herissmon loosened enough for him to bust out. He fell onto the deck of the small boat, head bonking and causing him to wake up from a dream he was having that had been quite odd. He was having a fight with a weird creature, with hair over it's eyes. They ended in a draw, and he offered to team up. But just as he did, reality brought him back. Was that some sort of coping mechanism? He wasn't sure, but momentarily decided to disregard it.

Grumbling, he looked over the ship, realizing this was a real situation. It was... Definitely a boat, shoddily built now that he looked it over. They must've built it recently and in a hurry, he figured. As for the supplies, he dug into the bag provided to take a look. By his standards, this food would barely last him a few days. He could at least row in a constant direction with the shoddy oars beneath said bag, but where would he go? The way the boat drifted during his slumber, he wasn't quite sure of even which way was back to land. "I'm gonna starve out here!" he exclaimed in a moment of panic, taking a look at the sea around him.

Realizing he was entirely alone, he narrowed his eyes. No. No he wouldn't! He might've been an exile, but he was still a hero! He could find land, somewhere, somehow! An island filled with delicious food, maybe? That dream was maybe a sign, a sign he was destined for greatness... With a sidekick, maybe! Call him delusional, but he decided to put his bet on being able to find something. He didn't have much in his life, aside from that weird dream. So he'd grasp onto it and use it for motivation!

He shook off his anger, trying to instead fuel himself to success. "Bah! Who needs them, anyway?" He grumbled, attempting to put the oars to use. Difficult with his claws, but he'd still try. He sat down to get ready to row, figuring he'd just pick a direction and roll with it. His heroic intuition never let him down! This gave him plenty of time to think on important things, like a theme song! Something to keep him sane on the waters.

Laughing to himself, he began to try and hum some sort of tune to his liking. He'd do what he had to in order to reach land again, and maybe he'd find something even greater than the big meals back home. Of course, that'd only be shiny treasures... Or bigger meals! Or bigger meals, topped with treasure! 

This whole sailing thing was going to be easier than he could've imagined.

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