[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][h3][color=#9ccc65][u]Trent Abbott[/u][/color][/h3][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/e7bahZK.png[/img]

[color=#9ccc65][b]Age:[/b][/color] 15
[color=#9ccc65][b]Crest:[/b] [/color]Faith
[color=#9ccc65][b]Personality:[/b][/color]Trent has never been one to speak in many words. Not necessarily a mute, but he's very introspective. Those he grew up with and those who might be his friends (he does have them even if in small numbers), Trent watches them and he can see when they're hurting. He likes to think he is observant in that way and attentive to his friends' feelings, but sometimes his silence and lack of speaking up does the complete opposite of what he intends to. 

And this is the case with just about everything that Trent Abbott has done in his life (or at least tried to). He will always mean to do the right thing and even have the state of mind to [i]want[/i] to do the right thing, but it seldom ever goes as he plans. He'll say something that might anger someone or his actions will contradict what he's saying (and vice versa). The times he's tried to be a good friend only came back to bite him in the ass, so part of his heart was closed off, blocking certain thoughts of being there, which has turned him into a somewhat bitter, brooding young man. Now he's quick to anger and gets into a lot of fights. 

They always say that the road to hell is paved with good intentions, so Trent oughta be an expert at knowing that by now.

[color=#9ccc65][b]Backstory:[/b][/color] How would one describe Trent Abbott's life? In a word: traumatic. In another - unfortunate.

Death and crappy luck have been a recurring theme in his life. First, it started with his parents. Long story short, one rainy night they were driving home. Trent was ten at the time, so the neighbor kid babysat him. His neighbor was also a friend of Trent's. Only a couple of years older than him, so younger Trent kind of looked up to him. For the most part, they played video games together. And when they weren't inside, they did what every ten-year-old loved to do: go to the arcade and get as much junk food as the twenty dollars his parents gave the older kid to spend on actual food. 

Trent was a sweet boy back then, too. Not at all the stoic person, he grew up to be, but hearing about your parents was something of a gamechanger. To make matters worse for him, because of it, he was forced to move away to a few towns over. So Trent lost pretty much his whole world. His best friend lived far away, his parents were gone, and Trent lived with his uncle and aunt. They weren't bad people and they tried their best, but the nephew that they knew to be so full of life was just sort of...not around anymore.

For a couple of years, Trent struggled to find his place. He was in a new location. He went to a new school. Nobody really knew who he was and as much as that affected him mentally, it made him an easy target. He got into fight after fight after fight. He tried defending himself, but it proved to meaningless. He tried to make friends but only ended up self-sabotaging himself. Some things happened after that to where he just almost gave up on trying.

And then one day, in 8th grade, Trent was in the bathroom. He was alone, of course, and it was a free period, anyway, so he didn't necessarily have anyone wondering where he was. That could speak to a lot of things honestly, but what stood out about this moment was not that he was gone for however long he was, but rather [i]where[/i] he found himself. To this day, he couldn't tell you exactly what it was that he was transported to. The only thing that he could say was it wasn't the boy's bathroom at his junior high school.

And what a strange place he was. Change scared him beyond anything in this world, so when he found himself in this place, panic set in. Trent tried to calm himself but the only thing that he could focus on was what happened before: something happened and he was forced to leave his life. Was this going to be like before? Like when he lost his parents? Trent was hyperventilating until he saw something of a line shine in front of him. Just five meters in front of him was an egg of some kind. It was the size of one of those juicy melons that his uncle occasionally bought. 

Something about it felt...familiar. He couldn't explain what about it made him feel like that, but before he even realized it, he was back in the bathroom and the egg was in his arms. He rushed home. Using the free period he had to get it home and he hid it under his bed. 

For the next couple of years, Trent kept it close to him, treading carefully. He talked to the egg, kept it by his side. He felt connected to it for some reason. Part of him had come back alive -- a part of him that was seemingly lost for so many years. The egg responded to his voice by emitting a warm feeling that comforted Trent. He didn't know what would happen, but he named the egg Arthur, after the friend of his he was forced to move away from. He was rejuvenated in a way and maybe this egg understood that, too? Yeah...maybe.
[color=#9ccc65][b]Notes:[/b][/color]
-Trent always can be seen with a pair of earphones on his head, often lost in his own world and listening to whatever sappy song is his flavor of the month, but sometimes he likes to switch it up to emo rock.
-Like Arthur, grape soda and rock candy is his preferred snack and beverage combo.

[indent][h3][color=#9ccc65][u]Arthur the Gotsumon[/u][/color][/h3][/indent]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/mTAY3uz.jpg[/img]
[color=#9ccc65][b]Personality:[/b][/color] Arthur is something of a protector. More so a protector of an unsure Trent but a protector nonetheless. This in itself, much like how he appears, makes Arthur to be quite stubborn and grounded in whatever stance he takes. This stems from feeling the insecurities and how Trent would regularly talk to him during those early stages even before he hatched from the egg. Though he never quite memorized what it was specifically, there was always this sense that he would need to be by Trent's side no matter what and it was a big contributor in how he viewed his partner. He refuses to let anyone talk bad about him - especially Trent. In a word, Arthur is both protector and the occasional reality checker for young Trent.
[color=#9ccc65][b]Notes:[/b][/color]Arthur seems to be a huge fan of grape soda and rock candy. Combined and the two create a sugar rush that makes him his happiest.
[u][i]Evolution Line[/i][/u]
[indent][color=#9ccc65]In-Training:[/color] [url=https://wikimon.net/Goromon]Goromon[/url]
-Rock Breath - Spits out rocks from its large mouth.
[color=#9ccc65]Rookie:[/color] [url=https://wikimon.net/Gottsumon]Gotsumon[/url]
-Rock Fist - Fires rocks from its head
-Earth Tremor - Slams the ground with its hands, causing pillars of rock to erupt
[color=#9ccc65]Champion:[/color] [url=https://wikimon.net/Golemon]Golemon[/url]
[color=#9ccc65][s]Ultimate:[/s][/color]
[color=#9ccc65][s]Mega:[/s][/color][/indent]