Name: Ai Shinomiya

Age: 17

Gender: No thanks

Appearance:
Ai's facial expressions tend to remain aloof, and their posture straight, but apparently relaxed. Thair hair is often dyed, and frequently moved into a ponytail. In the presence of others, their movements are fluid and circular, and their smile engaging, if slight. Maybe less tattoos.

Digivolution Line + Attacks:
Human Spirit (of Valor)- Yaksamon:
Ittouryoudan- Releases a crushing shockwave created by the friction of two boken.
Kugutsu no Jutsu- Interferes with the target's gross motor function, manipulating them like a puppet as long as Yaksamon's eyes remain open.
Beast Spirit (of Valor)- DarkTyrannomon:
Fire Blast- Breathes out a sheet of flames that crawl along surfaces.
Flame Snatch- Grips an opponent in one claw and ignites with green flame.
Iron Tail- Slams the opponent with a swing of the tail.
Dark Nail- Heavily slashes the opponent with foreclaws.
Fusion Spirit (of Valor)- Gaiomon:
Gaia Reactor- Concentrated and detonates a fiery sphere of energy at will at any point. This attack becomes more powerful the more other attacks have been released in a fight. When attacks like this are used, it resets the power of Gaia Reactor, and Gaia Reactor's use resets its own power.
Rinkazan- Attacks with the phosphorescent trails left behind by its Kikurin swords.
Rinkageki- Collects all phosphorescent trails on the battlefield in a point that they intersect, or combine the two Kikurin swords into a bow, and fire the phosphorescent trails on the battlefield in one attack.

Ghost- Ryudamon:
Iaijin- Attacks with a katana, as if spring loaded, from the mouth.
Kabutogaeshi- Attempts a counter attack with the armored helmet.
Bushikatagi- Allows it to attempt attacking stronger Digimon despite level.

Special Equipment, Gear, or Skills:
Persuasive- People tend to feel comfortable around Ai, even when they shouldn't.
Perceptive- Ai is keen to patterns, and uses this ability to discern people's behaviors.
Up their Sleeve- Ai frequently wears sleeves with hidden openings to hide small objects, like coins and cards.
Technical Know-How- Ai is technically minded, and gained experience from watching and assisting in the repair of various machines in the gambling house. However, their expertise is limited.

Backstory:
'They say the house always wins. So you can imagine what being the house must be like, yeah? Maybe you can't. And maybe that's the problem. Could be that it's easier the other way around, always having enough to eat but knowing what it's like to starve.'
'Anyway, here I am in middle school, and it's a good one, yeah? They only accept the best test scores, and the rest have to go to publics. So life's pretty good, yeah? Only I start hearing these whispers around the corner, people saying I haven't earned anything. They're thinking that I only got into the schools I did because my parents could flip the whole tuition out of their pocket change. Mom and dad are great, yeah? Mom was born rich, and dad was a bit of a con-man. They didn't always see eye to eye, but they always agreed on one thing- I want something outside of the basic needs, I need to work for it. And I did work for it. I mean, the fact that I'm good at it didn't hurt- I have a head for numbers, besides.'
'So I'll let you in on a little secret, yeah? I make my rounds, intersections, mouths of alley ways, places like that- big crowds, easy in and out- and maybe I find the person with the most vacant expression. Maybe I offer them a game or two, or a watch casing that looks like a luxury model, for a reasonable price. Maybe they're lead to believe I work somewhere nearby, and I inform them of a discount that may or may not exist. Nothing technically illegal, and they always agree to it- I can't help it if I'm just too quick for them.'
'And then I was almost hit by a train recently. That was weird. Especially because it had teeth. And there wasn't supposed to be a train right then, or I wouldn't have been crossing the tracks. Schedules and all that, yeah? Anyway, long story short, now I got this ghost of a Digimon following me around, and this fancy new D-Tector thing. He's kind of a stick in the mud, but he packs a punch, I gotta say. And I may or may not have been cracking heads of certain malicious unaffiliated muggers in my spare time.'

Miscellaneous:
VA: Wendy Powell
Hex: 00a99d
Digital Spirit Character Sheet:

Species: Medieval Gallantmon

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Backstory:
After taking charge against an alledged robbery, Medieval Gallantmon came into odds with a Devic stronghold and was shot down and left for dead, where he crashed into a passage to the Analog World. Dazed and injured, he found himself with a rogue Trailmon barreling towards him. With a human in his presence, unable to defend themself, he had no choice. A brutal fight ensued, and left both Digimon on the brink of death. Feeling a pang of dread in this strange world, and with a suspicion that the Trailmon might devour them both if he didn't, Medieval Gallantmon offered a contract, and Ai accepted.
Working with Ai has been... interesting to say the least. While working in the shadows, and dealing with the ways of the Analog World, often put him off kilter, there are at least some ways in which they can agree. It seems that the laws between worlds, Vigilance falls on a line in which they can both embrace.

Miscellaneous:
VA: Patrick Seitz
Hex: dc143c

Name: Shay Southern

Age: 19

Gender: Maybe

Appearance:

Digivolution Line + Attacks:
Human Spirit: Musyamon

• Shiratori-maru- A simple sword strike with Musyamon's signature blade
• Kirisute Gomen- Slashes with dark energy, draining the victim's life force

Beast Spirit: Gyukimon

• Yatsuka Senbaku- Uses spider webs to restrain the opponent, then spews toxic liquid at them
• Demon Dust- Throws one of the toxic gas canisters on their back as a grenade
• Thousand Cannon: Tsuchigumo- Attacks with the cannon strapped to their left arm

Double Spirit: Zanbamon

• Hunting Blade- An armor-rending strike with their signature sword, Ryūzan-maru
• Jūmonji Giri- A magical cross-slash that sends forth a cutting wave of energy for each slash

Special Equipment, Gear, or Skills: A messenger bag filled with various odds and ends- sketchbooks, pencils, markers, Shay's laptop, and the broken hilt of a dead Digimon's blade (they think it's a transformation trinket of some kind)

Backstory: A foreign exchange student taking college courses in Japan, Shay has grown up with an obsession for the kind of comics, shows, and manga that they watched as a kid and beyond, wanting to learn how to convey and create stories just like the ones that inspired them. However, hitting a creative rut, Shay started burning the midnight oil, spending longer and longer hours at the library, copying references and reading contemporary works for inspiration. Once, after one of these late visits to the library, Shay decided to take a shortcut home. Weaving through alleyways, they came across an unusual sight- the aftermath of some kind of battle, slashes and claw marks gouged into the concrete around them, and a single, broken, golden sword hilt, lying in the middle of it all.

Compelled, Shay picked up the blade, and heard a voice, deep, raspy, but somehow noble. It explained that it was some sort of "Digimon," and that it had fallen in battle against a great and fierce enemy, one they had tried and failed to vanquish many times before. With its last breath, it needed a host to bequeath its power to, someone who could carry on its work and finally defeat this enemy, once and for all.

Shay, of course, was ecstatic. This was it! Not just the chance to get inspiration for their stories, but also to live them! The chance to be like the heroes they idolized throughout their youth! Without hesitating, Shay accepted the deal, and that was that. Now, in between classes and hanging out with friends, Shay moonlights as a hero of justice, tracking down more of these "Digimon" that threaten innocent lives and putting them down for the greater good. As well as their own inspiration.

And meanwhile, the spirit in their sword grows stronger with each foe felled, awaiting the day when their host can pursue their hated enemy once more...

Miscellaneous: Shay likes peanut butter. A lot. It's practically an addiction.

Digital Spirit Character Sheet

Species: Oboromon; manifests as a dark purple Dokunemon when idle

Gender: Male

Appearance: Often appears as a dark purple Dokunemon, hanging out on Shay's shoulder or wrapped around the remnants of his beloved, broken Shiratori-maru. Often conflicted between his impatience to regain his former strength, and the mild concern he has over Shay's enthusiasm for their contract. They're willing to put up with it as long as Shay keeps racking up kills against their prey, but will likely panic if Shay bites off more than they can chew against a superior opponent. They've come to fear death, as close as they came to it before, and have no intention of revisiting it.

Backstory: This is the tale of two mortal enemies, locked in combat over the ages, neither ever triumphing over the other. Neither knew what caused their feud, after all this time, and neither cared. Only the promise of victory, over the next fated clash between them. They loathed one another, but also respected the other's strength. A deadly dance of hatred and joy, each time they met in battle. Until, at last, one finally triumphed over the other, shattering his blade and rending his body and soul. It seemed their long rivalry was finally at its end...

...were it not for one curious student, finding the last lingering remnants of the fallen's soul. Now, all they have to do is bide their time, regain their strength, and find their nemesis once more. This time, victory shall be his.