[center][hider=Vergil Falcon][b]Name[/b]
Vergil Falcon

[b]Age[/b] 
17

[b]Physical Description[/b]
[img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/02/58/fa/0258faa090a3aa9cf356d09dd2c2efda.jpg[/img]

[b]Important items[/b]
[b][i]Family Pendent[/i][/b]
He has a gold-coated circular pendent necklace with a small falcon etched on it. It can open up to reveal a small picture of his fives siblings and his father cobbled together in a messy, seemingly ruined attempt to do a family portrait.

[b][i]Travel Bag[/i][/b]
Hardly ever a day where you see him without hiking bag over his shoulder, within which contains typical necessities, first-aid equipment, and snacks.

[b]Personality[/b]
Simply put: Vergil is a jerk. He's rough-edged, blunt as a rock, and makes it perfectly clear that he's not looking to interact with others. From the beginning, Vergil has been a boy craving to be strong, to be seen by his elder brothers as their equal, rather than living in their shadow. His life beyond his family in the urban jungle of New York made him jaded and cynical, the only thing keeping him off the deep-end sooner being a kind mother who passed on long before he was ready to accept it, and lashed out towards those who messed with him violently as a result.

Vergil had no real talent, envious of the family around him that were gifted in their own unique ways. Tried as he might to have his older brothers teach him to be strong, they never truly had the chance, so he had to learn to fend for himself. As such, feelings like honor and chivalry in a fight were meaningless words to him, merely the self-restraint of cowards. Pragmatic to a fault in any situation, he's not afraid to play or fight dirty to get what he wants. When his youngest brother was shown to be as seemingly talentless as himself, he couldn't help but project himself hard onto him, verbally beating him down to try and drive him to be stronger as he himself is.

if there was one thing he cared about and had any loyalty for, it was his family. It was driven into his head that his family is something he had to be there for, and for whom would be there for him. Defensive of them to a fault, and willing to go through beatdown after beatdown, outright risking his own life if it means making them happy. He has no self-worth, and so he sees no future for himself compared to them, and so he feels a sense of purpose to help two of his younger siblings to make a decent future for themselves with their talents. He was contempt with the idea of living off the street for them, not caring about the expectations of anyone else.

Even with the youngest, he at least genuinely believes he's trying to drive him to be able to face what he could not at his age. His envy for the attention his little brother had drove him to thoughts of wanting him gone, and when he was, he tried to push forward and move on while hiding the guilt of being responsible for it, responsible for his family's misery, but after finding a potential lead, he made his decision to follow it, regardless of what kind of trouble it would put him in, to find the little brat and if he is alive, drag him back home. Therein lies his more favorable traits: No real interest in other people or even his own standing in society, but once he is focused on something, fueled by familial responsibility, he will not rest until he gets what he wants. No matter who or what stands in his way, no matter how out of his league he may be, for them, he would walk into hell without question or hesitation.

[b]Short Bio[/b]
Born the third in a dysfunctional family of 6 children and a single father, living in the big city of New York, Vergil had a rough life from the get go. He still remembers parts of his childhood, admiring the eldest brother who he felt as if he could do no wrong and the next eldest who had strength he could only dream of, the kindness of his mother, a school teacher before her untimely death, and the expectations of an even stronger father for each child to find their talents and find peace through them.

However, the boy Vergil found he had no real talent to speak of. He was far from smart in spite of his attempts to learn, he was far from strong in spite of his attempts to fight. He admired his eldest brother Jordan, who cheered him on to be the best at what he could be... But he never could. Nothing he did was good enough in comparison to everyone else, always living in the shadow of his different flavors of betters. Even outside - especially outside - he found no rest, bullied and beaten by those who saw him as easy prey.

To make matters worse, the mother that was there to help comfort him was no longer with him, due to complications of the birth of the 6th and final child. Her loss impacted the family a great deal. The father tried his best for them, with his two elder brothers now too focused on helping out, but still they struggled to keep whatever they had left. Meanwhile, Vergil was struggling through high school and two of his little siblings are too young to do much to help in spite of their own talents. He started getting into fights with his bullies, and any other thugs who happen to be in sight, using them as nothing more than training dummies, then robbing them blind as his own little way of helping out the rest of the family. Desperate times call desperate measures after all.

As the youngest brother slowly grew up and went to school, he realized that, just like him, the boy had little to no real talent. He had a "unique" perception on things, but it didn't seem to help him much with school, leading to bullying on his part as well. Vergil saw himself in the boy - his weak and helpless past was reflected in this little boy's eyes - and his lackadaisical attitude of accepting his lot in life felt like a spit in the face for everything he worked hard to overcome. Perhaps it's because of that that Vergil was especially cruel and aggressive to the boy, bullying him and reminding him of his insignificance compared to the rest of his family. Yet, one day Jordan decided to take it upon himself to train the boy up, something he never bothered with for Vergil himself for reasons unknown to him.

Seething over the jealousy of the one brother he looked up to passing him over for a lazy talentless runt like the boy, he could do nothing but wish that the boy would just disappear from his life.

One day, as if fate listened to him, he got exactly what he wanted. Without a trace of how it happened, the runt disappeared from their life. He was in his room one day and the next he just...wasn't. A Missing Person report was filed and the police were involved, but in the end, nothing could be found to hint to where he went off to or how he vanished. It seemed like he was just doomed to share the fate of other such cases, never to be seen alive again.

There were many emotions Vergil was experiencing at the time: Shock, Sorrow, Regret, Guilt, but most appallingly, relief. Knowing that this was what he wanted was something that even struck himself as unnerving, and as if to force down those thoughts, he came to the conclusion that the kid was dead and wanted to move on with his life. That was what he wanted, but staring at the depressed faces of his family, the sadness so clear in all of them, he couldn't bring himself to just leave it be no matter how much he wanted to...

Especially when, very soon after the disappearance, two letters were found for himself and the little brother they lost, inviting them to Hawaii for whatever reason. It didn't take long for him to connect the dots and assume that this was connected somehow to the disappearance. There was little chance that the brat was still alive, telling himself he has no interest in looking into it. But he was the one who wished for this happen, and he was effectively the one who may have brought this misery down on the people he cares about; it was his responsibility to try and set things right. With that in mind, he took the invitations and traveled across the country to Hawaii. 

If the boy was dead, at least there'd be closure - and perhaps even revenge - but if he's still alive, he [i]will[/i] find him, and he [i]will[/i] drag him back home kicking and screaming. Either way, he [i]will[/i] get his answers!

[b]Skills[/b]
[b][i]High Endurance/Willpower[/i][/b]
Vergil has been training his body through exercise and suffering. He has lost as many battles as he won - [i]more than[/i] some may argue - and his response every time was to heal up, train harder, and try again until he wins. Every loss he had was another reason to train, and this especially went for his two older brothers who he has never manage to win against. As a result, he has become rather durable in addition to being physically strong. He can take some decent blows and get back up for more. Of course, he's only human and does have his limits, especially in regards to Digimon, but even so, he'll try his damnedest to get back up.

[b][i]Experienced Street Fighter[/i][/b]
Unlike the other Falcons, Vergil is undisciplined and self-taught on how to fight, getting into fights often during his time at school and outright picking fights with his older brothers. His way of fighting is simple and likely predictable, but effective for someone with his kind of build, and his experience has led him to improvise well enough in a fight to hold his own in spite of this.[/hider][/center]

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[center][hider=Pulsemon][b]Name[/b]
Pulsemon

[b]Age[/b]
3 

[b]Physical Description[/b]
[img]https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/digimon/images/0/0d/Pulsemon_b.jpg[/img]

[b]Type[/b]
Beastkin/Vaccine

[b]Personality[/b]
Pulsemon is about as energetic as his appearance suggests, a lively sort who prefers spending his time training himself up in mind, body, and spirit. The mon has a dream, and he's damn sure he can reach it. That's not to say he isn't an introvert in his exercises nor self-focused solely on it. He often helps out other Digimon around him with whatever they need to the best of his abilities, particularly beating back any bullies messing with the weaker ones, encouraging other Digimon to get strong themselves.

Because of how his life has been before the tale of Jesmon rung in his ears the first time, there's nothing that annoys him more than the disinterested and bullies, often fighting against the latter and trying to perk Digimon up to avoid the former. What he desires above all else is the power to be strong, to do whatever it takes to reach the top by his own hand and his own will, and then use that power to help out those who cannot help themselves, to encourage them to his level. To him, power should be treated with respect by those who've earned it by having fun with those who are their equal, and helping out those beneath them. 

That said, He's a bit of an arrogant sort for a rookie, often cocky because of how much he trained and experienced, chalking up any curb-stomping by higher levels as "warming up". In the regards of digivolution, he acts like a lone wolf. The thought of digivolving simply by having a human with a digivice on hand at all times - not to mention it being a temporary digivolution at that - is a disappointment for him, comparing it to athletic doping. One could argue that he's in denial about the fact that digivolving any other way is not entirely possible, but he would tell you where to stick that remark.

[b]Short Bio[/b]
The earliest thing of interest that Pulsemon could remember was a story told when he was about a year old. Until then, he was simply another Digimon lackadaisically living his life, bullied by some and disregarded by others before meeting a story-telling Jijimon one day.

The idea of digivolution and becoming stronger as a result was a far-off dream for most Digimon, but Jijimon told the story of how the Royal Knight known as Gankoomon trained a young Digimon named Hackmon to do just that. The legend goes that the Wandering Royal Knight Gankoomon found a rookie-level Digimon known as Hackmon, and decided to take him as his apprentice and successor to the title of Royal Knight, something that felt inconceivable for the world back then. The training was harsh, brutal, and some may say even cruel, but with an unfailing drive, Hackmon succeeded and became the Royal Knight "Jesmon".

For Jijimon, this was simply a fun story for the young Digimon with a good moral to it. For Pulsemon, it was just the drive he needed to give his life meaning, the motivation and goal he can work his life towards. He wanted to be strong, he wanted power, and most of all, he wanted to Digivolve!

Ever since, he trained and trained himself, fighting back against rookie level bullies that treated him as a weakling, encouraging others to train up whenever he can, and never losing that passion, even in the face of failure after failure.

One day, however, he was encountered by a purple Dragon, Dorumon, who claimed to know of the legend of Jesmon...No, rather, he claimed to know Jesmon himself, as well as Gankoomon, confirming the legends to be true. He then gave the little guy to join him to help save the world from its tyrants, and in exchange, Pulsemon will be taught how to digivolve as he wanted.

For Pulsemon, the decision was a no-brainer.

[b]Powers[/b]
[b][i]Electric Rush[/i][/b]
Rams into the enemy with all its might at lightning speed.

[b][i]Minor Impulse[/i][/b]
Discharges electricity generated within its body from its fringe.

[b]Future Evolutions[/b]
Dokimon > Bibimon > Pulsemon > Bulkmon > Boutmon > Kazuchimon > ???[/hider][/center]