[hider=*Lumina Iris]
[h3][b]Bio:[/b][/h3]
*Age: 18
*Pronouns: She/Her
*Occupation: Student (Just graduated high school and soon to enter college)
[h3][b]Appearance:[/b][/h3]

Lumina is a young woman with a thin physique and a reasonable height of 5’06’’. She has long light blue hair going down as far as her elbows that she keeps gathered back into two bunches. Her bangs have a slightly disheveled look that she styled on purpose in accordance to her fashion tastes. When it comes to facial expressions she is not very emotive, with the exception of her eyes. Though her mouth will only move into soft expressions in response to excitable events the lavender orbs that make up her eyes almost always give away her true feelings. During positive occasions they will subtly light up and sparkle, during negative times they will darken and waver.

Her favorite outfit consists of a green cold shoulder top with baggy long sleeves and a flowery pattern, an above the knee black ruffled skirt, semi-opaque tights, green flats with decorative golden buckles and a black headband with a big bow on the top. Sometimes she will wear a purple jeweled broach with this shirt. Needless to say she likes complex and stylish clothes but she prefers dresses and skirts to pants and shorts. Most of her outfits have her wearing black or sheer tights of some sort. 

[h3][b]Digivolution/Form-Change Method(s)[/b][/h3]

Traditional/Partner Digivolution – Lumina and her partner digimon have to be united towards the goal at hand in order to have a successful evolution. Even if they are united too many negative emotions, especially but not limited to despair, could likely trigger a dark digivolution. 

[h3][b]Personality:[/b][/h3]

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[*] + Perceptive and good at judging situations. She usually does a good job of both thinking on her feet and knowing when things require deeper consideration.
[*] + Typically nonjudgmental of other people. At this point she knows better than that.
[*] + Takes pride in her appearance. Lumina likes to dress well and look good. She doesn’t ask for attention but also doesn’t mind if she turns heads. 
[*] ~ Works well alone. She does this so well that she forgets how helpful other people can be. She doesn’t dislike people and she can work fine with them. She’s just so used to being alone that she flat out forgets about other people sometimes. 
[*] ~ Quiet. Some people like this, some people don’t. It does help to make her a good listener.  
[*] - Greatly affected by stress. She simply hasn’t learned how to handle high levels of stress very well yet. If she is stressed enough she will become prone to making snap decisions, sometimes in a well-meaning attempt to avoid stagnation. 
[*] - Doesn’t like to talk about herself. At all. Not even a little bit. She will steer a conversation clear from herself.
[*] - Blunt towards people she doesn’t like or towards people who do things she very much dislikes. Nobody is perfectly nonjudgmental and if anyone pushes her to this point they will learn how she truly feels in a hurry. She knows this can get her into trouble and usually she doesn’t care.
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[h3][b]Dream(s):[/b][/h3]

Lumina’s biggest dream is to move forward with her life and to find her own path. To many this may seem like the bare minimum and something not even worthy of classifying as a dream. Everyone should be able to do at least that much, right? It turns out that not everyone is born knowing what they want to do with their life. As a survivor of child abuse moving forward is even more difficult of a concept for Lumina to completely grasp. It took years of help through counseling and other such forms for her to finally be able to start taking the first steps. She’s come a long way from where she used to be and mentally she is now in a much healthier place. Her resilience is impressive to say the least. But as she is about to enter the adult world Lumina finds herself unsure of which direction to go in. She’s using college as a fresh starting point and is hoping that the many opportunities it provides will allow her to find a passion and something to strive for. What she lacks in direction she makes up for in sheer willpower and determination to succeed.   

[h3][b]Nightmare(s):[/b][/h3]

Her biggest fear is that, despite how far she’s come, she has no meaningful future. She worries that she won’t find anything in life that she wants to do and that she will live out the rest of her life unfulfilled. And if that happens what was the point of working so hard and surviving for so long to get where she is now?

Currently she does not believe any of the above will come to pass. Fear is usually irrational after all. But after everything she has been through, trying situations will always test her resilience against falling into despair. High levels of stress and despair combined will trigger actual nightmares in her when she otherwise wouldn’t have any. When she is having a hard enough time that she is having nightmares her momentum and confidence takes a hit until she recovers. 

[hider=Character Sample]

[I]‘I don’t understand…’[/I]  Lumina was walking slowly through what seemed like a tunnel. She couldn’t be sure about that part though. The ground was rough under her shoes and the walls felt rocky when she touched them with her hands. A tunnel seemed like the most probable case but she had no idea how she had gotten here. The only thing she knew was that she needed to get out. To that end she started walking and soon found herself traveling ever so slowly toward a literal light at the end of this tunnel. In the direction of that light she could hear strange whooshing noises. They echoed off the walls the closer she got. It sounded like the ocean. Did this cave let out onto a beach? 

No such luck. When Lumina finally walked out of the tunnel it was only into what appeared to be a natural cavern. The light was coming from several lit torches along the walls. She could still hear the ocean but had no idea where the sound was coming from. There was no ocean in here. The only thing in here was was a large circular stone tube in the middle of the chamber… and a tall figure in a black hooded robe standing next to it. 

That figure was imposing, but Lumina supposed they were the only other person in here. She would have to talk to them to have any chance of getting out of here. So she walked over to the person in the robe.

“Hello?” Lumina waited for a response but none came. This person next to her did not even move. A chill went up Lumina’s spine. [I]’They’re not dead… are they?’[/I] She opened her mouth to say something else but before she actually did she noticed that this person was looking down into the tub. Lumina followed their gaze. This tube, now in front of her, was so tall that it came up to her waist. It was filled with clear water and in the water, sitting on the bottom of the tub, were multiple small orbs. Each orb glowed with a beautiful and vivid color. 

After a moment of observation Lumina was compelled to grab one of the  orbs. She felt like she had to but she wasn’t sure which one she wanted to grab first. As she tried to decide on this she noticed some movement in the tub. Before her eyes many creatures spontaneously appeared within the tub. Small sharks, eels, deep ocean fish with large fangs… if it was a scary ocean creature that could hurt people it was in there. Lumina recoiled in shock, fearfully holding her right hand with her left. It was her right hand that she was going to  emerge in the tub’s water only a minute before.

“You’re supposed to choose one of those orbs.” The robbed figure next to her finally addressed her. They spoke in a low, gravely voice. “Each orb represents a life fulfilled. Everyone is supposed to have one but people can lose their way before they get one. It happens a lot.” Lumina turned slowly to the figure, speechless. This person still would not turn to her. She could not see their face, hands or any of their other features. They were human-shaped and that’s all she knew. “Would you like to know which one suits you best? What you’re supposed to do?”

Lumina opened her mouth again to respond but before she could everything suddenly went dark. 

“Ah!” Lumina wakes with a start in her own bed. Trembling slightly she looks around and tries to remember where she lives. Right, this is her apartment. It’s the middle of the night. She didn’t have a nightmare but she didn’t have a good dream either. It was only a dream in general. Strange as dreams tend to be.

She slumped back down and stared up at her ceiling. [I]’I don’t have time for my dreams to haunt me. The semester starts in less than two weeks.'[/I]  With a huff Lumina bundled herself up in her blankets and tried to get back to sleep. 
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[hider=*Ghostmon]
[h3][b]Bio:[/b][/h3]

*Maturity: Mature
*Pronouns: She/Her

[h3][b]Typical Digivolution Path:[/b][/h3]

Botamon → Pagumon → [b]Ghostmon[/b] → Witchmon → Bastemon → Kuzuhamon

[h3][b]Origin:[/b][/h3]

Ghostmon started out as a Botamon. She hatched some time ago in a location often frequented by ghost and dark digimon. True to her destined nature she enjoyed the graveyard area nearby and when she digivolved into Ghostmon she made this graveyard her home. Unfortunately for her she wasn’t the only digimon to live there. A small group of Bakemon, who had been living there long before she had, took notice of her. They absolutely abhorred her kind and gentle nature. She had no desire to kill or even hurt any other digimon. On the contrary anytime a digimon who clearly didn’t belong in the graveyard wandered in she would escort them out, either visibly or invisibly depending on how scared they were, before any of the Bakemon could get to them. She had spared so many digimon from the Bakemon that the reputation of the graveyard changed from terrifying and dangerous to merely terrifying. Ghostmon may have looked similar to Bakemon, but the Bakemon group decided that she did not belong. 

On one cold dark night all the Bakemon in the graveyard got together and drove her out. Ghostmon did not put up any resistance and instead fled from them as quickly as she could. Looking back on it Ghostmon wondered if she should have put up a fight. But she really wasn’t one for fighting and besides, how could she ever hope to beat a group of digimon at a higher evolution stage than her? The whole time she helped digimon out of the graveyard she knew what she was doing. She had hoped that by otherwise keeping to herself the Bakemon would decide she wasn’t worth dealing with but she was wrong. In the end she only had herself to blame.

Ghostmon wandered for days, eventually going into a forest to forage for food and better shelter. She stumbled upon a small village. All of it’s inhabitants were wary of her. She calmly explained her story and promised not to bring any trouble to the village. A few digimon knew that the Ghostmon species were actually known not to be bad to other digimon and the villagers ultimately decided to allow her to live among them. That being said most of the villagers are still pretty wary of Ghostmon. Knowing this Ghostmon has opted to live in a small hut at the edge of the village. This way she is out of everyone’s sight, living out yet another isolated existence. 

[h3][b]Personality[/b][/h3]
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[*] + Genuinely nice. Ghostmon enjoys helping other digimon and always does so in a gentle fashion. She is always looking for the good in everyone and tends to notice people’s positive qualities before anything else about them. 
[*] + Crafty. She likes to deal with difficult digimon or situations in non combative ways and this often works for her. She uses her ability to be invisible and intangible to great affect when doing this.
[*] + Level headed, even in difficult situations. 
[*] - Avoids confrontation to a large extent. This sometimes means not voicing her opinions if they conflict with others.
[*] - Not confident in her abilities. If given the choice to fight or run she will always run because she doesn’t believe that are many physical fights she can win. 
[*] - VERY shy. So much so that she tries not to even show her face to other digimon unless she has to. If someone confronts her first she will sometimes hid her face in her hands and forget that she can go invisible. Once she is comfortable and knows the other digimon it isn’t as much as problem. This could perhaps be part of the reason she is able to deal with other digimon out casting her and why she seems totally ok with being forgotten. 
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[hider=Digimon Sample(Optional)]

It was a busy day as the sun started to set at the marketplace of a small, overlooked forest village. One dark blue digimon in particular was moving through the marketplace at a slow pace. She was carrying a brown paper bag full of groceries and being very careful not to bump into anyone. With her head down she made sure to give everyone she encountered a wide berth as she made her way out of the area and back toward her hut.

The digimon in this village were cordial enough to her but at the end of the day they mostly just tolerated her presence. It wasn’t too much of a surprise, she was an odd sight here. A digimon that clearly belonged in one of the darker areas to the north of the forest. The majority of digimon in this village were brightly colored and clearly raised in the village or somewhere else in the forest. It’s not that they disliked her on a personal level, it was just that she was different and quite literally “shady”. But they allowed her to live among them peacefully and that’s all that really mattered to Ghostmon in the end.

The door to Ghostmon’s tiny hut swung open and she floated inside. Sure, she could have just gone through the door but then her groceries would still have been left on the other side. She couldn’t risk having any of her fish fall onto the dirty ground. Not when it was time to prepare dinner. 

Some time later, after it had become dark outside, Ghostmon floated back and looked down at her dinner with pride. In the modest little brown pot on her stove was a hearty, bubbling fish stew. She scooped a generous serving of the stew into a wooden bowl and set it down on her table. Right as she was getting ready to eat she realized that she forgot her spoon. She got up to retrieve it but when she sat back down her stew had changed! 

Where there was once a savory fish dish there was now a bowl of clear water instead. At the bottom of the bowl in the center was a marble-sized orb glowing with a bright blue color. 

“What? No, that’s not right… what happened to my food?” Ghostmon peered down at the bowl. The longer she looked the prettier the orb seemed to her. But that didn’t erase the face that neither it nor the water was supposed to be there.

Eventually the water started to stir. A shadow appeared behind the orb but it was so small that Ghostmon had a hard time figuring out what the shadow was supposed to be. It looked vaguely like a skull but then it appeared to be opening up. Maybe it was the jaws of some digimon? 

“Jaws… uh-oh! Hey, don’t eat that!” Ghostmon grabbed her spoon and plunged it into the water in an attempt to rescue the orb before it got eaten by the shadow. At that very moment the torch that was lighting this part of her hut went out. Ghostmon squeaked and froze for the five or so seconds it took before, for some reason, the torch reignited and lit her house up again. 

When she looked down again she saw that her spoon was deep into her fish stew. All sign of the orb and the water it was in was gone. Ghostmon simply sat there in silent confusion before a thought entered her mind.

[I]’Eat up and make sure you get plenty of rest. You have to leave soon. She needs you. They need you.’ [/I]

That voice in her mind was hers but she did not will those words into existence. Where did that thought come from? She waited for quite some time but not more unprovoked thoughts came.

Is it possible for a ghost to be haunted?

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