Altered Tundra

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

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• The Eoldysseus - Top Deck, Ifrise Forest, Sovereignty of Dryadalis •

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Zestasia’s first thought when Pagonia had suggested that they stay and fight, instead of running, was something akin to ‘no duh’. It might’ve been years since the two of them last saw each other and they might’ve gone through changes in their lives, which, most notably, was that both had been trained in their own, respective arts of magic, there was still a key aspect to their family’s name that demanded they take heroic action over self-preservation. In that, his brother didn’t have to think twice about telling Zes, much less say it as he was about to. In fact, Zestasia was well on his way in assisting to the overall plan that was agreed by more than just the Calore brothers. And that was saving these people and helping them get to safety.

But, as much as Zestasia was on-board with that plan, it did seem like one of those ‘easier said than done’ situations. That begged the following question: how were they going to do that without the use of their magic? Even though Zestasia wasn’t exactly useless in hand-to-hand combat (as noted by how he whacked a few birds when they came), eventually his physical endurance would give out...at some point.

As the madness ensued, Zestasia did what he could to aid and abed his brother, specifically covering his hide when he decided to take upon the task of protecting a woman and her child. “So, what’s the plan, huh? We can’t do this all day, Pag!” Zestasia yelled as his fists connected with a few incoming birds.

Zestasia’s eyes scanned behind him before putting his footwork to good use as another wave of birds were incoming. It was same all over - or at least, that’s what Zestasia noticed when his eyes briefly scanned what they could. There weren’t enough of dutiful citizens like him and that one blonde chick--wait, where’d she go?

"--kid, watch your flank!"

He heard her voice shout out to him, which resulted in a shift of Zestasia’s priorities for a brief moment, causing Zestasia to get nipped by one bird, blood being drawn on his left hand. It was a minor cut, but it certainly was a rookie mistake on his part.

“Fuck!” He cursed, feeling the initial pain of his flesh being torn apart. He looked over to where the sound of that blonde lady first originated from and after a moment and a half of searching, he saw her by a door.

As the flock of birds persisted, after a while, Zestasia had found this to be quite the repetitive process, not to mention that what they, the Calore Brothers, were doing was starting to be a fruitless endeavor. Zestasia felt himself tiring and there was no end in sight of the birds coming at them in the hundreds. After a while, even Zestasia was thinking that retreat was in order. “Pagonia, we can’t keep this up. We have to get out of the open!” He yelled through the cluttering sounds of the birds, then as it donned on him, he was hit with an idea. “Pag, I’ll cover you. Get them over to where that blonde lady is.” Zestasia said, looking back at his brother, giving him a nod as the signal. He jumped forward, drawing the majority of the birds overhead his way to allow his brother leeway in getting that mother and her child to safety.

“Now, Pagonia!”

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The Sands of Time

Woohoo! One character down. Now to work on my Brady son.

The Sands of Time

Evangline Sofia Zima

"I hope someday to be like her. I don't care how long it takes."

_{The stars in night burn so bright, but where do I fit in? Am I too small to matter at all. Oh, where do I fit in?} | _{I've seen what you go through, and know how. It feels like in a box on the back shelf. No one cares, no one knows what you think about}

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Name

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Evangeline Sofia "Eva" Zima

Age

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21

Gender

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Female

Sexuality

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Straight

Education Level

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High School Education (completed); College Education (In Progress) - Majors in Cosmetics and Business with a major in Art Theory

Occupation

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Her mother’s daughter through and through, Eva has already guaranteed herself entry-level employment at Fairy Queen Cosmetics. Though she’s in her final years of college, she interns at her mother’s company. She doesn’t work under her mother directly, though she does receive reports and assignments from her mother from time to time.

When she’s not at her internship, Eva has taken an under-the-table job at The Edge bartending. College keeps her pretty busy too, so it’s not surprising that she doesn’t do it often.

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^{"Success is most often achieved by those who don't know that failure is inevitable." — Coco Chanel}

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Appearance

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-5'5
-128lbs
-Dirty Blonde Hair
-Hazel Eyes
-Slim

Of all her siblings and even her parents, Eva probably has the most casual styles. Even though her family is plenty wealthy and she could afford all the best outfits money could buy, she's just not the kind of woman who would take the time to waste money on things she wouldn't wear more than once. Plus, to her, comfort comes over style. Now, with that being said, Eva isn't about looking tacky. For better or worse, she is a Zima and most importantly, she's a beauty major. That comes with a certain sense of self-expectations. Her standards for herself demand she dress — and look — stylish while keeping to her simplistic tastes. A light touch of makeup and clothes that do well for her body frame. She has a closet full of various shirts and jeans, jackets and sweaters, heels and shoes. Basically, everything one would need to look cute, she has it.

As for her accessories, she believes in a modest approach to accessories. Sure, she loves to accessorize, but Eva doesn't like to overdo it. She has plenty of pairs of earrings, bracelets, and other such items that complete her look. Beyond that, she does wear a necklace her grandmother, Angela, gave her. It is a simple, silver necklace with the cross of Jesus Christ. She's had it ever since she was a little girl and thought it wouldn't sell for a high price anywhere, it hold so much sentimental value because it's a reminder that, despite her family's criminal reputation, one could still be good if they truly wish to.

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• Sweet
• Bashful
• Confident
• Borderline arrogant
• Very girl next door-ish
• Immature and Naive

There's always something so interesting when one describes a crime boss' daughter. What do they expect when they think of her? Do they assume she's bad news too? Maybe she's nothing like him and she's just a victim of assumptions. Everything you could think about her has already been said about Evangeline Zima. The real truth about her, however, is something just so much simpler than what you're probably thinking right now. As it turns out, she is more like her mother, Natasha, rather than her alleged criminal father, Dmitri.

On the surface, you see something genuine. A sweetness untainted by her family's reputation, yet in her hazel eyes, the glimmer of a darkness resides, though nothing like her father's. If anything, she has a drive that could put Eva's good girl visage to the test. Will she keep her morals and go about business like nobody expects her to? Or use underhanded tactics like both her parents have? There's always that struggle to maintain her independence.

Eva is an idealist and tends to think more like a dreamer rather than a practical, businesswoman she's claimed she wants to be. Even now, as she has gone through most of her years in college, she has never struck anyone as the type to learn from her mistakes. She tends to believe in people who either don't deserve her belief or gives them more chances to walk all over her rather than standing up for herself. As a person, she hasn't worked much on standing her ground. She doesn't speak her mind when it really counts. Her ideas often go ignored because when she's denied, that's usually the end of it. She's also an overthinker, someone who lets some of the littlest things bother her while not actually confronting those who are the source of this. It's not like she's incapable of doing just that, but when she considers all avenues and allows her own mind to work against her, she ends up in a worse mental state than she was before the self-doubt occurred int he first place.

Upbringing

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Whether it was in Moscow or Salem, growing up as Dmitiri Zima’s child always came with its pros and cons. Of course, the wealth and only the highest quality of living were available to every child of Dmitri and Natalia Zima, there was also a drawback of there being constant rumors of the famed Zima Family being involved in criminal activity. Though never proven by any law enforcement agencies, it had cast a shadow of uncertainty. This was the case when they left Moscow for other business ventures in the United States of America, specifically a growing, bustling city-like town of Salem, Illinois. There, the rumors kept on swirling and swirling like cotton candy.

As their roots were planted in Salem’s rich soil, Eva grew up relatively ignorant. The rumors that were once surrounding the Zima family had come and gone. At times, whispers resurfaced about Dmitri’s business practices and how he was sneaking money from his investors, but Eva had tuned that out. It wasn’t she didn’t believe it, but after a while, she chose to ignore that side of her father. In her eyes, he was just daddy to her. Besides, the number of times the rumors came up, it hardly seemed to be worth the effort. She just lived her life, going to high school as a normal high school girl in Salem.

While that side of her life was obviously normal, the way her homelife unraveled was another story. She had many siblings and each had their strengths and weaknesses. None had more of an impact on her like her eldest sister, Kat. She is, by every right, a beacon of what a father wanted in his daughter: strong, confident, and ambitious. And in this case, it was the daughter that ended up being the most like him. Though she was happy her father had someone to mold (lord knew her brothers weren’t exactly like that) into his image, Eva felt somewhat insignificant to her sister. It was as though Kat was created to fit their father and Eva was the same for their mother, but somehow the confidence was left out for Eva. you see, though Eva has interest in going into the cosmetic industry, which was evident when she announced her majors for Salem University, she lacked a certain drive that one looks in someone else who might want to take over an entire cosmetics line, such as the one that Fairy Queen Cosmetics specializes in.

And therein lays the problem. It also produces the story of Evangeline Sofia’s life. She is every bit the young woman her mother was when she was her age: beautiful, taking initiative, but the one thing that she seemed to be lacking was the confidence. Whether this was because she had been overshadowed by Kat or something different entirely, it cannot be denied that Eva is not the ideal candidate to take over Fairy Queen. And yet, she aims to prove everyone wrong. But how? That is the million-dollar question that Eva will spend her life trying to figure the answer to and hopefully, with a bit of luck, make her parents proud of her.

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Eva lives at the Zima Mansion on 13201 Glen Oaks.

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DigimonStory Hackers: Resurgence of Jormungundr

@Shiyonichi Oh. Well shows how much I know. aLso, if black hat really is the illegal one, I can't help but chuckle slightly at how the black hat is the criminal, yet the white hat isn't.

...yeha, just ignore my warped sense of humor.

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@Pyromania99 I mean, we're all fugitives if you really think about it. All of us are hackers of some sort, yeha? Hacking, by the very definition, is a big no-no in the eyes of the law. In that, we're all fugitives. My idea is just my character just has a record of some sort. I'm saying he committed capital murder, just probably angered the wrong corrupt official that might've led to some bribes of a specific judicial system of an already-corrupt country. *whistles innocently*

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Wesley had to admit there was some truth to what Grant stated about how his dearly beloved had rubbed off of him. Though he understood that his future-uncle-in-law meant it as a mocking quip, Wesley took pride in that sentiment. His eyes lit up as he and Nega-Wesley continued to exchange blows. Their evenly-matched skillset let them to go back and forth all around the area of the library they were in. From the ground to the air, thin streams of mist emitted from their blades, causing small waves of white and black magicks to create shockwaves throughout.

As the two were still up in the air, their blows came to a steady close as Wesley’s shadow pulled one over him. When Wesley had sent a wave of holyga forward, his shadow held out its free hand that resulted in the holy not only getting its entirety sucked into some sort of vacuum spell, it would return to its point of origins, but Wesley quickly noticed it had its divine properties inverted, resulting in a darkga spell coming his way. Out of desperation only, Wesley put up a veil of shellga in a split-second decision, however it would prove to be all for naught. The collision between his protective spell and his shadow’s powerful arcane spell would prove to be the deciding factor of Wesley walking away from it injury free and what actually happened.

Within seconds, there had been a powerful explosion in the air above the library. Unlike previous examples of Dalmascan power, this had not been an even display of white and black; this was a black cloud that consumed about five meters wide in every direction. A second and a half later, Wesley - the real, abridged WEsley - was shot down to the ground. As his body was going head first, back to the ground, he demostrated his quick thinking, yet again, as the Dalmascan was just mere yards from the ground, he coated himself with three layers of protectga. As he came crashing into the ground, when he bounced on the marble ground, though he was protected by his spells, the impact alone was enough to leave a Wesley-sized crater into the formerly-flawless ground. Wesley caught himself when he was vertical. As he did, he saw his shadow coming for him. Right at the moment their eyes met, Wesley’s free hand, whcih was previously holding a shield that was lost during hte exchange, was raised up. The shadow was so close that Wesley could literally feel the vile mist threaten to corrupt him once more.

“Not this time,” Wesley smirked, his hand shining brilliantly. “In my heart, in my soul, the lights of the heavens dwell. In thier eyes, I decide the fate of the wretched and the divine.” Wesley’s voice began changing into something angelic. In his voice, one of an ancient, thought long-gone entity, the King Raithwall, Wesley’s ancestor, spoke through his body, “and I, the remnant of the B’Nargin and Alexander blood, deem you unfit to walk among this earth.” When his voice spoke, the shadow was frozen, suspended just a mere three inches away from WEsley’s growing light which, as his words would finish, had gone from a solid white into a faded brown, appearing almost golden. His sword dropped to the ground, though it had separated into several fragments that looked like a million swords. “Perish into oblivion!” He said, a sudden tone change occuring as the blades, regardless how many of them there were, all had impaled the shadow.

To the naked eye, it was like a flash of light and then nothingness, but those with an enhanced vision - those like Shion, like Rio, like the Ascended Humes - would see it in every frame as it was happening in real time. The tiny blades picked away at the shadow’s very existance as if they were a needle and the shadow was thread. Each strand of blackness faded away when each blade had cleanly gone through its form.

As it was reduced to nothing but a floating head of darkness, WEsley had ntoiced the disticnt lack any visible reaction. There hadn’t been any sort of reaction at all. It, much like the darkness that made it, was devoid of any sign of life. It simply was and now it was no longer.

“Even in death, it dies as it lived: a copy and nothing more.” Wesley somberly muttered to himself, completely inaudible to no one but himself and Hashmal.

Wesley held his hand out and his sword appared in it as if it it heeded his call to return to him. Swiftly, he sheathed it, joining the others in finally facing Rio. Though he exhausted a large chunk of his magick in that fight against the shadow of himself, Wesley was poising himself to face Rio as he intended to do in the first place. But, of course, the fiend had different plans. In fact, it would seem as though whatever Emiri and Rio had started before would continue.

Wesley didn’t like this. In all honesty, he hated it. Emiri had no doubt increased her strength as of late, but it was obvious to anyone with a set of ascended eyes that Rio still was plenty strong. And the fact that he couldn’t do anything to help her in Jaakuna’s stead was, if nothing else, embarrassing. It made this proud Dalmascan feel like he was worthless and useless to Emiri. If Nadeline wer ehere, she’d reassure him. What a pity that Wesley hadn’t realized how much he relied on Nadeline’s cheerful outlook on life.

I hope you’re not hurt, my love. And wherever you might be, if the Gods have any sympathy for a singular hume, let them send a sign to reassure this lonely soul that you are safe and sound..

The King closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. Three long moments had passed and as Wesley’s relaxed body had opened his eyes as only someone in a serene state of mind could, the sudden shift of the sounds surrounding him forced Wesley to jerk his head around. He heard crashing and then cursing. It was distant, but with the added bonus of having the Earth Esper, Wesley was more intuned with Mother Gaia’s land than most were, so even the faintest sound was at his disposal (granted he was concentrating long enough). And in this state of awareness, Wesley heard everything within the radius of a mile. He heard the ants crawling to their farm. He heard the mice finding food for their own. He also heard the sounds of fire burning through ancient, priceless bookshelves. Wesley hadn’t known anyone to be that...careless - well, no one except…

“So, that’s the sign. Very well, I will accept it.” Wesley said to himself, smiling.

And, within only a minute, just seconds after Rio’s last words had left his mouth, from the center of a bookcase directly across from where Rio had stood, a literal, speeding bullet of flame the size of one specific hume had came crashing so fast and so hot that, whatever Rio had thought of doing or was in the process of doing, had gone flying to the bakc of his mind much like he had been forced to do in the physical realm as the golden mane that Wesley’d recognize from anywhere had struck Rio in his own head, causing the two forces of nature to collide with each other.

Though Rio was sent flying, the speeding flame stayed where he was, if not regretting his actions just now. Wesley took it as regret as he heard more curses.

“Well, that could’ve gone a lot smoother,” Jaakuna, who was now standing up, grunted and moaned, his hands on his head. His eyes, though on Emiri, could literally feel the gazes from everyone, but specifically, he could see Shion. As per the usual, she wasn’t happy with his entrance, though, based off how Wesley interpreted her gaze from his vantage point and how Jaakuna’s legs were shaking, odds weren’t in his friend’s favor.

And that caused Wesley to lean towards Grant. “So, seeing as how neither of our usual suspects is here, I suppose we’ll have to be the ones to do it, wouldn’t you agree, Grant?” Wesley knew Grant was puzzled, so he would elaborate. “What are the odds that Lady Shion kills Jaakuna before Rio gets the chance to?”

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@Pyromania99 Oh, so is there a specific number of people you wanted for this? Admittedly, my friend is on the fence(for a number of reasons, not all pertaining to this RP itself but their time).

And gotcha. I'm trying to find a digimon that'll fit my Mexican-born, now Tokyo-resident, fugitive-on-the-run hacker. Uncertain about which route I want to take.

Is there a date you are wanting to start, though? If sooner, I'll put a rush on my character. If not, then, I'll spend some extra time putting together the sheet. I like to make my sheets pretty, so I spend extra time doing shit like that.