[hider=D-Tector User Character Sheet] [b]Name[/b] Jack Underwood [b]Age[/b] 20 (Birthday: July 15) [b]Gender[/b] He/They [b]Appearance[/b] Jack stands at 5'6". His hair is short and brown, sheared save for a bit of his bangs that are kept swept to one side. The very tips of his hair show old, faded blonde coloration; he hasn't re-colored his hair in quite some time. His eyes are a mottled cognac, with a gleeful mischief in his expression that never seems to reach them. Freckles are very faintly visible on his boyish face, dotted around his nose and forehead. He typically wears a sleeveless hoodie and baggy workout pants, as well as a black undershirt and worn, blue running shoes. While his outfit may sometimes change based on what is available, he always has a string necklace with three orange and red gemstones around his neck--given to him by his grandmother before she passed. [b]Digivolution Line + Attacks:[/b] [i]Ghost[/i]: Rabimon - Standing at roughly 2 feet and a handful of inches tall, Rabimon is plump and rounded in most features. Their fur remains dense and their limbs thick, to better stand the cold. Fur around their hands, feet, and ear-tips have adopted the same near-black brown as their face, while their stomach fur has lightened to a cream color. Always wrapped around their neck is an over-large orange scarf, striped in brown and dragging along behind them. [list][*][i]Petit Snow- Fires a stream of chilling winds and snow, with a chance to freeze small targets[/i] [*][i]Snowblind- Emits a haze of frigid fog that envelopes an area, obscuring vision and dealing freezing damage to those within[/i][/list] [i]Human Spirit[/i]: Floemon - Floemon is tall and lanky, with elongated limbs and exaggerated paws. They stand at 8 feet, their slim frame built for speed. Floemon does not walk. They skate wherever they go, paths of ice forming under their paws and allowing them to glide along any terrain at high speeds. Their facial fur is almost entirely a near-black brown, rendering their nose and mouth all but invisible. Floemon’s ears are the same color, hanging down past their shoulders. They wear an orange leotard with rich brown stripes on it to add visuality to their graceful movements. Sleek silver blades sprout from the bottoms of their feet; Floemon uses these to skate and attack. [list][*][i]Frozen Axel- With a spinning axel jump, Floemon launches a spiraling wave of frosty energy at their foe. [/i] [*][i]Crosscut- Floemon gathers speed and delivers a spinning kick, made deadly with their paw-blades.[/i] [*][i]Arctic Lunge- Floemon springs forward, frigid energy rushing from their core to their outstretched hand and thrusting outwards into an icy spire.[/i][/list] [i]Beast Spirit[/i]: Tundrimon - Wildly contrasting the Human Spirit form, the Beast Spirit is exceptionally small and fluffy at about the same size as the average collie. Its fur is dense and colored the same near-black brown as its Human Spirit form. Around its front right paw is a vividly orange and brown bandana, wrapped tightly. Its demure and invitingly soft appearance is mostly for show--this digimon is as harsh and unforgiving as the environment it’s named for. [list][*][i]Permafrost- Toughens up the user to reduce incoming damage.[/i] [*][i]Glacier Crush- Coats the feet with a layer of thick ice before striking, dealing devastating damage.[/i] [*][i]FrostBite - Tundrimon exposes their teeth--horrifically sharp and unnervingly numerous--and lunges forward for a crippling bite attack.[/i][/list] [i]Double Spirit[/i]: Rimemon - Rimemon is an intimidating presence, their cloaked figure towering at nearly twelve feet. Their fur is an inky black void with crystalline ice shapes making up their inner ear lining. The only visible feature on their face is their eyes, stark white. They speak telepathically, projecting their voice into the air around them. The robe is a thick, heavy material dyed a dark, frigid gray-blue and embossed with frost and snow at the hem. Around the shoulders of the cloak is bright orange embroidery, in simple zig-zagging shapes. There is no body inside the high-necked cloak, only a cold blackness. A winter night sky, devoid of warmth or light. The very air around this massive digimon is chilled, vegetation flash-freezing as they pass. [list][*][i]Black Ice Void- Rimemon’s cloak opens, unleashing a wave of ice that coats an area and drops its temperature drastically, rendering creatures caught within immobile and frozen.[/i] [*][i]Absolute Zero- A creature is enveloped in Rimemon’s void cloak and imprisoned in a lightless environment devoid of air or warmth. Flash-freezes creatures caught inside with the chance to shatter.[/i] [*][i]Calving Strike- Rimemon spreads their cloak, massive chunks of glacial ice erupting from within and bombarding the target.[/i][/list] [b]Special Equipment, Gear, or Skills:[/b] Jack is Weirdly Flexible. He’s quite good at contorting his body to shimmy in and out of small or oddly shaped spaces. [b]Backstory:[/b] Jack has spent most of his life alone. With both of his parents working long hours and traveling often, for long periods of time, he was raised by his grandmother. She was never one for visitors, leaving Jack to become accustomed to a much more online presence, socially. He found joy in online games; fantastical worlds where he could explore, collect, craft, and combat creatures to his liking. One night, a massive creature, something Jack couldn’t even describe--something no one would believe him about anyway--was fighting near their home. It took out half the living room when it collapsed after being struck with something. All Jack had seen was a flash of light. Jack was lucky, he had managed to avoid the brunt of the damage due to his room’s location inside the house. His grandmother in the living room had been much less lucky. They needed to rush her to the hospital. Jack began to see the nurse more often than his grandmother. He didn’t allow himself to dwell on it, burying his concern under relentless optimism. It was fine, it was minor, they were taking great care of her, he didn’t need to worry. He just needed to focus on helping get the house repaired so that when his grandmother returned, everything would just go back to normal. It wasn’t until the nurse beckoned him into his grandmother’s room to say goodbye that he was forced to confront these feelings. He completely shut down. With a plastic expression he stayed with her, his hands clasped around hers. Everything slowed to a crawl. He didn’t even notice her press her necklace--an heirloom from her own mother--into his hands. Couldn’t even speak as she asked him to take care of himself. Then, she was gone. He was truly, [i]truly[/i] alone. The next few months were a blur. He forced himself to maintain his routine. Wake up, shower, breakfast, school, go home, dinner, games. His grades slipped and he only barely graduated--he doesn’t remember the ceremony at all; it was as if he drifted through the last year of high-school in a dream. Jack didn’t enroll in college right away, nor did he enter the workforce--he stayed home, withdrawing further into himself and immersing into those online worlds. It got easier with time, though he developed a flippant detachment to his family and what friends he had made in school and online. Jack kept them at arm’s length, but with a smile--always radiant, but never reaching his eyes. Why should he put in the effort to get so close with anyone? Nothing lasts forever. Might as well cut out the middleman; You can’t lose what you never had. He was an actor. Playing the part of the friend. Playing the part of the hero. Playing the part of someone who really, [i]really[/i] cares. [/hider] [hider=Digital Spirit Character Sheet] [b]Species:[/b] Rabimon [b]Gender:[/b] Genderfluid [b]Appearance:[/b] Standing at roughly 2 feet and a handful of inches tall, Rabimon is plump and rounded in most features. Their fur is dense and their limbs thick, to better stand the cold. Fur around their hands, feet, and ear-tips have adopted the same near-black brown as their face, while their stomach fur has lightened to a cream color. Always wrapped around their neck is an over-large orange scarf, striped in brown and dragging along behind them. [b]Backstory:[/b] Kitmon was one of many young digimon destined to one day meet a partner and rise to great heights. Every day they fantasized about the identity of their soon-to-be partner. What would they like? How would they sound? Would they like Kitmon? Kitmon hoped so. They continued to hope and hope, but no one ever came for them. New digimon hatched and were paired with human partners, and others after that. Still no one came. Kitmon eventually digivolved, a lone Rabimon amongst the freshly hatched digimon. Perhaps, they thought, their tamer had been delayed. They simply needed to wait. It couldn't be much longer. Rabimon didn't dare leave; their tamer may arrive any day. What would happen if they missed each other? No, no, Rabimon would just stay and wait. They waited, even as doubt crept into their mind. They couldn't be… abandoned? Forgotten? Lost? At their lowest, realizing their tamer may never come, a Nohemon visited the nursery. Offered to take Rabimon traveling with them. They didn't need a tamer. There was no reason to rely on humans. Spurred by their own loneliness and growing resentment, Rabimon traveled with them for some time. They loved Nohemon like family. As they grew and experienced more of the world, that doubt came creeping back. Why had Rabimon's tamer never come? Surely they had never meant to leave Rabimon alone. Perhaps they were lost, in need of help. Maybe they were looking as well. Rabimon needed to know. They made the hard decision to part ways with Nohemon, embarking on their own to search for answers. After much time and effort they found their way to the Real World to continue their search. Perhaps their Destined had simply never made it to the digital world. Perhaps they were here, just waiting for Rabimon to make first contact. Maybe something of a very minor nature had gone wrong. Could it truly be that simple? Their fated meeting was cut short with an abruptness that bordered on cruel. A massive digimon had broken through to the Real World and was causing chaos. Rabimon’s Destined was simply not ready--there was no way Rabimon could hope to stand against this hulking monster. Even so, Rabimon wanted to protect them--they couldn’t lose them, not after trying for so long to find them. Not after everything they had been through-! It wasn’t enough. Rabimon couldn’t save their Destined. They watched the girl crumple in front of them, time standing still as rage filled their body. No. No, no, no [i]no no no no![/i] With wild abandon, Rabimon rushed the creature, red in their vision. Everything went black. When Rabimon regained their awareness, they were nothing but data. Unable to speak to anyone, to reach out to anyone. Unable to influence the world around them. Unable to reconcile the helpless rage that filled them, the desperate need for revenge. Justice. Catharsis. They tried to speak with [i]anyone[/i] that could help. Anyone at all. But their pleas fell on deaf ears. Until the day another attack ripped through the city. Rabimon saw him then--a boy shaking with rage as he watched, helpless from the sidelines. That was someone who understood. That was someone who [i]needed[/i] to fight, with every fiber of their being. The deal was struck without hesitation from either party.[/hider]