Altered Tundra

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

---

As Pagonia's voice ringed in his ear, like the voice in his head telling him exactly what he needed to do a moment after deciding he was going to act, Zestasia concentrated his solis ether into his hands. Compared to the rest of his body, which had a faint golden hue around it, his hands shone brighter and deeper to the point where streaks of red and orange consumed the gold as his hands lit aflame.

And then he opened up his palms, but the ether gathered didn't fly anywhere. Zestasia kept it centered around his palms. Slowly, though not too snail-like, he brought his hands closer together. On his face, Zestasia's nose and mouth were crunched together, eyes narrowed as he always looked when he was constipated.

This was Zestasia when he wanted to concentrate when he wanted to focus.

"Solaris...Orbi--" Before the word could finish uttering the ancient word of what was easily his most powerful spell, he...felt something in the air that broke his focus.

And then not even a second after, he heard a feminine voice speak out to the group. Before paying it any attention, he was frustrated he lost his focus, but then his eyes followed what he thought was the source of the voice. Every time he heard it speak, all he saw was the blur of what appeared to be someone. And every time he thought he caught sight of them, they dashed through the air, but their words remained as clear as Zestasia was clearly growing frustrated.

"Pity wouldn't be the word I'd use!" He shouted out. Even if he couldn't see her (god he hopes it was a she), he would make his opinion heard.

And then came what Zestasia knew was karma coming back to bite him. He dared them to bring it and in the air, he tasted a foulness that not even a belly full of beans and rice could produce.

Coughing, Zes may have also puked a little on the ground as he was partially hunched over.

After it was done, Zes thought he heard Laz call his name. Actually, he was certain he heard part of his name being called, but neither of them was prepared to deal with what came next.

That feeling of putridness came back to him in full, but something told Zes to jump and turn around, which probably a good thing because as he did and landed about a pace away from the source of Foulness the Sequel, even his worst nightmares couldn't have prepared him for what he was looking at.

He gagged at the sight of the unkempt hair, the blackened eyes and irises, pale skin, and, of course, that all-too-clear aura of murderous intent seeping out of her like a baby's drool.

Distracted by the unholy sight of this theoretically-once-cute girl in front of him, Zestasia didn't sense her first attack come at him. Nails blacker than onyx and longer than any fingernail he'd ever seen before in his life, ripped right through his Solis Palio aura along the right shoulder and blood squirted out in a slow, yet steady stream.

And his feet dragged on the grass as he was sent back a few paces.

And Zes stopped himself and went to a knee, his opposing hand covering the wound with the light of the sun and closing the wound. But then she came at him again. Her words faded into white noise as Zes narrowly dodged her attempt at his heart.

"Sol!"

Zes spun around, dipping the uninjured side of his body down, concentrating what strength he could muster on that same arm, bringing his Solaris Palio-covered left leg up, and roundhouse kicked away her hand, his heel grazing with the edge of her nail. "The hell you coming for me for?" He said as he was upright again, standing his ground and trying to create distance between them while also trying to make sense of this all. He would mentally curse himself for allowing his right shoulder to get hit.

Digimon: Shattered Boundary

<Snipped quote by Crimson Flame>

Or have direct line of sight. Think frickin' laser beams.

@FilthyWeeb

You said frickin laser beams and I took that as pillar of bright binary laser beams.

Also fully expect me to milk Hungry Annoyed Kaz for as long as it remains humorous!

Digimon: Shattered Boundary

---

I do--much time. My--eople need help! You m--ave them!

Okay, Kaz. You're hearing things. Someone doesn't need help and they definitely don't want you to -ave them -- save them.

Kaz sighed, taking in and expelling out deep breaths.

Sometimes you just had to take a minute to collect yourself and clear out the voice of the clearly-imaginary voice of some girl in your head. Kaz, you weren't hearing any voices. You're just hungry and frustrated. And maybe a little high from the adrenaline of nearly getting caught by some glorified mall cops that couldn't run a 100m dash if it saved their life. There was nobody in need of your help. The only lack of time you had was getting home before your parents did.

As he made his way down the park, alongside the pond, there was ...something that caught his attention. Blue eyes caught the sight of...some bright light. That was strange, especially considering that there weren't normally any sort of light show in the park and especially at night. So what then?

Kaz wasn't usually the type that would ask himself so many questions about the unknown. Usually, he'd just rush right into the danger with eyes open and a bit of stupidity pushing him full speed ahead, but tonight was proving to be anything but the usual night for Shodo Kazuma. He was hungry, had the close run-in with the law barely behind him, and he was hungry. So, he was being just a little cautious right now.

He stirred that particular pot for a few moments later until he saw a couple of others make their approach towards the towering pillar of bright ones and zeroes. "Oh hell no," he cursed. "No way I'm gonna be beaten towards the strange thing by anyone else!"

The idea that he wouldn't be the first one there motivated Kaz enough to take off into a sprint. It didn't matter to him how out of breath the silver-haired teen was or how little energy he had due to being hungry for a jelly-filled rice ball - he just ran. And as he did, in the back of his mind, he was terrified and equally thrilled for what might happen when he reached his destination.

Digimon: Shattered Boundary

Finally got my Kaz intro up! Sorry if it held anyone up! :)

Digimon: Shattered Boundary

---

Yoyogi Park, Shibuya Ward, Tokyo - 21:36

"Come back here!"

The sounds of whistles and hollering security guards were becoming less ear-blaring the further Kaz ran through Yoyogi Park. The darkness that the night provided clouded their view of him. The clouds overhead hid the stars, which in turn also hid the light they'd provide. Even though the lights of the park may have allowed for some light to reveal parts of the park, what those idiotic and nearsighted guards didn't anticipate was on Shodo Kazuma's natural athletic ability - or at least as natural as one could be when that feeling of getting caught passed through his entire body.

Just about fifteen minutes earlier, Kaz had the brilliant idea of sneaking into the NHK Broadcast center. It wasn't a bright idea, that much Kaz realized now, but at the time of deciding it, he was neck-deep into half of an idea of trying to see if he could find some different Digimon there. He had found most of what he could around the neighborhood and even on the outskirts, but he never went inside the broadcast center.

So he figured why not? What's the worst that could happen?

As it turned out, a couple of by-the-book security guards would take that very literally.

And now he found himself hiding out up in one of the cherry blossom trees as the two security guards talked amongst themselves.

"Gah! He must've run off somewhere!" One of them said. He was an overweight Japanese guy with what appeared to be dark hair and an affinity for sweets based on his gut.

Yeah! Really top shelf security, aren't you, big boy?

"Come on, Takeda. We should get back to our post. Boss will have our head if we don't."

Yeah, Takeda, go wheeze somewhere else. This branch is starting to climb up my ass.

They went back and forth for a few minutes and eventually, Takeda came to his senses and Kaz watched them as they left the park. And he couldn't have felt any prouder for how he not only escaped them, but managed to climb his ass up in this tree.

Letting out a sigh, he made an attempt to adjust himself so his legs were hanging off the thick branch he was sitting on. "Alright! In one, two thr--"

Hel-! Young Ta--er, can --ou hea-- e?--

"--What?"

Whether it was the slightest hint of static or what he figured was a girl's voice, Kaz was distracted and hadn't caught himself in time as he fell out of the tree and his ass broke his fall. "Goddamnit!" He cursed, feeling all sorts of numbness and soreness course through his waist and lower back. It was as if the force centered around there and he knew he was going to feel that in the morning.

As he got up, he looked around. "Whoever said that is gonna pay for my comfort rice ball! I mean it! I like mine jelly-filled!"

Digimon: Shattered Boundary

@FilthyWeeb Ohhh okay gotcha!

Digimon: Shattered Boundary

@FilthyWeeb So, would it be safe to assume that our characters, whatever they're doing, should be hearing their digimon call out to them in some regard? How much freedom do we have with it? I mean, should we stop at just the voice or could they appear from some kind of portal, too? Also what stage is ideal for them to show up?

Sorry, just thought I'd get all the questions I had out right now rather than ask them further down the line.

Rosefell High.

---

As much as he tried, Hunter couldn’t bring himself to be as excited for this party as the rest of the boys were. Sure, if you put a drink in him, he’d probably smile, or if you gave him a joint, he’d probably relax more, but the truth was, his mind was too busy entertaining how fucking dreadful the week had gone one for. The truth was that Hunter kept thinking about how his ..what? Summer romance? Yeah, that’s what you would call it, not only went to his school, but thought he was ashamed of them.

Niki thought I was ashamed of them.

Well weren’t you? Aren’t you?

That was a question that Hunter asked himself repeatedly throughout the week. And repeatedly his answer wasn’t good enough to satisfy him nor his conscious. And after the hundredth time of revisiting it, Hunter decided not to ask himself anymore and focus on trying to enjoy his time with his bros.

Okay, one more time wouldn’t hurt: are you ashamed of Niki?

“No, I’m not,” he uttered quietly as the music muffled his voice from the others.

As they entered Christian Barker’s house, Hunter immediately side-stepped himself away from the boys. “Got a text--”

Liar, but go off.

“--I’ll catch up with you guys in a few.”

Hunter took out his phone just in case the others were seeing if he told the truth. He actually did go to his apps -- mostly Instagram. Specifically, Hunter checked his Wade account, wanting to see if maybe Niki had messaged him at all. Of course, per how life usually fucks him over after a strong couple of months, there was nothing.

His mind kept replaying that entire moment over and over again in his head. It was a broken record, a cow that was milked dry, but that didn’t stop him from obsessing over. Had he really been so caught up on the double life he lived as Hunter and Wade that he didn’t think once they’d collide, shit would hit the fan?

“Apparently I did,” he muttered.

His head was pointed down, eyes glued to his home screen. He didn’t see the person he bumped into until his chest collided with what he had to assume was the back of a shoulder because he felt himself tumble slightly forward and soon the sound of a glass bottle crashing to the ground caught his attention.

He groaned in a low, somewhat hoarse tone. “Sorry,” he said a bit louder, meeting the rather short brunette in the eyes -- well, he had to look down about nearly a foot as she was a lot shorter than he suspected. “I should have paid more attention.” Hunter couldn’t stop but gaze at her for a few. Old habits must die hard, because Hunter’s were already vertically tracing the girl from head to toe. Something about her seemed familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “Let me get you another beer. It’s the least I can do.”

Before she could respond or get a word in, Hunter took off into a brisk walk and went over to the nearest beverage table and grabbed not one but two bottles of beer. He capped off the bottle of both as he made his way back to the girl. “Here,” he said, extending his left arm forward so she could take the new, yet-to-be-destroyed beer in his left hand.

Paramount

Savanna Hart // Senior (tw. mentions of sexual assault)

_{(FC: Dove Cameron, Dialogue Color: Hot Pink/#ff69be)}
____________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Sav
• Savvy
• Ice Queen - for her general disposition as the resident “head bitch in charge”
• Savvy Doll - for her doll-like features
• Barbie - a term of affection from those who get close enough to use it without losing a limb
• Blonde Bombshell - self-explanatory, isn’t it?

| | A G E | |

17, 5/30

| | G E N D E R | |

Cisgendered female || She/Her pronouns

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Bisexual (no lean) || “It’s not about what they have between their legs or how they identify; it’s about how they can captivate my attention.”

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single and possibly looking. ”Depends on who’s asking, though.”

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

Savanna? Have a job? ”The only job I have is keeping my throne _{as if anyone would dare make any attempts}.”

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Senior

____________________________________________________________

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

As the daughter of Addison Hart and Jade Drake-Hart, Savanna's prestige extends past her name and especially her personality - but rather, she has the genes of someone who understandably is very beautiful. Her skin is nearly flawless (almost to the point of being doll-esque) even without the aid of makeup and around-the-clock skincare products. Green eyes that often resemble emeralds and naturally-golden hair with dark roots that have been dyed platinum blonde with only the best hair dye money can buy. Everything about Savanna Hart is the very embodiment of someone who not only believes the hype around her beauty but has full control of what gets said about her. Savanna has her ears pierced but only the lobes, but she doesn't have any tattoos - at least not yet, anyway.

Savanna isn't the tallest girl out there nor does she present herself in a way that would tower over girls. By all accounts, her 5'2 stature and coming at an even 130lbs wouldn't give any reason for anyone to fear her like most at Marble Heights do, but there is more to Sav than her height; she has a grace that can't be denied. Whether it's the way her hair is styled, her ruby lipstick that has become an iconic - and signature - look for her, or her fashion chameleon ways where she can make even a school uniform become trendy, Savanna makes it work and then some. And she knows she's the shit, so she doesn't shy away from showing off the body that clearly her mother and her unknown father gave her, which is to say a lean, toned, but still surprisingly hourglass-esque body that is well-rounded in all the effective areas.

The creativity and vision to customize one's look is a trait Savanna inherited from her mothers. So when it comes to the uniform, Savanna spices it up in the way she knows how: not to change it but to improve it. Not so much her, though, but the fashion club at her "request" (and Skye's "encouragement"), her skirt has a more dominant gold lacking but still keeping the general look of the skirt the same. Savanna loves the way gold looks on a darker blue, so she wanted to have that represented. She loves the thigh-high socks (like a certain latina acquaintance of hers), so she didn't bother messing with those. And everything else is as it was when the uniforms were handed out to her -- just tweaked with her personal touch here and there.

Casually - well, Savanna Hart isn't known for casual per-se. She has a lot of clothes and a nearly unlimited allowance. Her outfits are never worn more than once unless she really likes them. Like a snake sheds its skin, Savanna has a rotating closet of seasonal-appropriate tops, skirts, jeans, boots, accessories, etc. The exception is her preference of single-colored blouses and some kind of skirt with thigh-high socks and some form of heels (color usually complimenting her blouse).

| | R E P U T A T I O N | |

When you think of the name Savanna Hart, you might think she’s a diva. And you would be right. Another thing that might come to mind is that she’s kind of a bitch. And, again, your assumption would be correct.

Truth is, Savanna was raised this way.

No, not to be a bitch -- that she picked up somewhere along middle school. No, Savanna was raised to be confident and own every room she entered. Whether it was pre-k to the end of 8th grade or ruling the halls of Marble Heights Academy with a well-manicured, dainty-appearing iron fist, she does it with a certain grace that is both admired for how she walks but also that demands to be feared. She is the type to size you up and decide if she will make your life hell or not. Her meanness doesn’t always show at first, but cross her or if she suspects you are even remotely in her way, she will not hesitate to use every ounce of her influence to crush any hopes you have of climbing the social ladder.

____________________________________________________________

| | H I S T O R Y | |

What is there to say about Savanna Hart’s life? Anyone who is anyone knows her family. Anyone who is even remotely out from under their rock knows her mother, Addison Hart and the conglomerate known as HartCorp that she was born into. Anyone who keeps up with the fashion world or has seen at least one highly-fashionable TV series has seen Jade Drake-Hart’s clothes on the edgy character of that show.

Yeah, they don’t need any explanation. Addison is an iconic businesswoman whose legacy is her push for equality within the company her scumbag father started and Jade is an equally iconic fashion designer whose alternate style and take-no-bullshit attitude led to her leading the charge in a new wave of grunge/punk-inspired looks and makeup lines for girls and young women who ever felt like they were cast aside by society.

These are the two women that shaped Savanna into the person she is to day. These are the two women who, even though their jobs both kept them busy and Savanna had to deal with a revolving door of nannies and relatives who looked after her when they were too busy to do so -- for a time -- they always made sure she knew she was loved and they were there for her when it mattered. That’s what Savanna looked up to. Sure, she missed out on little things and part of Savanna might fall into the hole of resentment created by their absence, but that would be Savanna expecting them to be perfect.

Savanna knows her mothers aren’t perfect and she knows they have made mistakes, because lord knows that she isn’t either.

Sav’s perception of her mothers, though more favorable than most girls her age, has always been that they are who they are and have never disappointed her. But for as long as she could remember, growing up, even though her life was practically perfect, Savanna always wondered who her father was. And this was a question that had been lingering in her mind since she was ten, since all of the girls she grew up with: her friends, classmates, even the loners she had a bad day thanks to her tantrums - all of them had fathers. She never did.

Whenever she asked, Savanna never got a full answer. She never got a full answer, but simply half-truths. And the truth is, her father wasn’t someone her mothers felt like she should know. The truth is, her father is a convicted rapist. The truth is that her father is someone who forced himself on Addison, from which she got pregnant. The truth is he was someone that Addison had previously been involved with back in college.

The truth is that a month before he was set to be released from a fifteen-year stint in prison, Addison and Jade made the decision to not risk Savanna know about him or Viktor Ivanov having any chance of finding her. So that’s why Savanna was sent to boarding school. They claimed it was to give her the best education money could be, as Marble Heights Academy was one of the most prestigious boarding schools in the country, but the truth is: they feared for their daughter’s safety.

Was it logical? Maybe not. Was it what they thought was best for her? Absolutely.

And still to this day, Savanna doesn’t know about her father. She doesn’t know he’s been out of prison for nearly four years and how her mothers’ hid this from her. And it’s not like Savanna hasn’t been thriving at MHA. It only took a couple of years for her to ascend to the throne. Funny what a lifetime of the right influences can do for one’s confidence. Plus, her sisterhood is the cream of the crop.

| | B E Y O N D M Y R E P U T A T I O N | |

The layers to the Queen of Ice, to The Diva of the Sisterhood aren’t just neat stacks of wanton wrappers waiting to be reduced down layer by layer. Savanna’s mind is a convoluted web of twists and turns, intricate depths hidden under the same four chords of a pop song. The chords sounds the same, but there is a story behind it.

Savanna might be known as the “head bitch in charge”. And sure, she has often played that part well (maybe a little too well at times), but like all great queens, Savanna has nailed her poker face. She knows when to play the part of Queen Savanna and when to drop the front. With her friends. And no, this isn’t just with her clique but those who truly know her, she is uplifting, charismatic, and above all else, fiercely loyal.

The blonde bombshell, as some have called her on twitter (not always with positive intentions), is someone who is always there for her friends. She just doesn’t just say it. When she says she’ll have a friend’s back, that’s exactly what she means. If anything, Savanna is a young woman whose words ties her to every facet of her rule. Loyalty is a two-way street for her and trust me when I say this, Savanna values that above all else.

____________________________________________________________

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Music Club
• Cheerleading - who else would be the captain?

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
♥ English
♥ Government/Econ
| W O R S T |
♥ Anything science-related
♥ Trig

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

Fonts: Garton (character text header) and Jenna Sue (section headers)
♥ Savanna might not be influencer status, but she is extremely active on social media almost to the point where she has a second home on Twitter and Instagram. You can also find her on Deezer and Spotify. For her Twitter and Insta, she can be found under @queenofharts. She’s also kind of addicted to TikTok, but doesn’t advertise it because she finds it a little cringe.
♥ Savanna is fluent in French and has some understanding of Spanish, but not completely.
♥ Even though she’s the daughter of a famous fashion designer and knows how much it is staged, she can’t help but find a certain enjoyment of Project Runway. That and she stans Tyra Banks.
♥ Savanna drives a white 2016 BMW 4 Series Convertible that was given to her by her mothers over the summer as a gift for her birthday.

---

Nicholas Grey // Senior

_{(FC: Thomas Doherty, Dialogue Color: #4682B4/Steel Blue)}
____________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Nick - It irks him, but Billie insists on shortening his already phenomenal name.
• Grey - mostly by teachers and coach
• Asshole - anyone who he used date or fuck tends to call him this now

| | A G E | |

18, 6/4

| | G E N D E R | |

Cisgender Male || He/Him Pronouns

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Pansexual || Nicholas is a manwhore, but he's not necessarily a manwhore for girls. He will fuck all who will have him.

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single and always looking

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

Between his academic and extracurricular responsibilities, Nicholas doesn't have time for a job. Besides, the biweekly allowance gifted to him by his parents is more than enough to satisfy his spending habits.

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Senior

____________________________________________________________

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Nicholas embodies the best of his parents' features. Though he inherited his mother's pale complexion (that which is cared for with skincare products), the main positives he received from her was a rare case where his blue eyes came from a few generations on her side - the Greys. His father's features are more pronounced in the way his eyes are shaped, the ridges of his eyebrows and how defined his jawline is. Much like Kavi Salvador, Nicholas Grey has a jawline that could cut through a tough steak without even trying. Nicholas' square forehead is one of his key features and dark hair that falls down, creating an almost diamond-like head shape is something he's come to the conclusion that has both of his parents (and maybe his grandpa Kai) written all over it.

As he stands at six-feet even, Nicholas' body is that of a dancer. All of his life, he has trained in contemporary dancing (and has even dabbled in ballet and tap). He also regularly works out, so he is toned all around, which only speaks to his OCD when it comes to his health. He is the kind of person who makes kale smoothies, kale chips, and basically any other superfood. He needs the energy to spend when he dances and works out

Staying true to his artistry and maybe even the elitist life he grew up in, Nicholas' style is very traditional but it also sings a song about his background. He wears slacks, sweats, jeans -- all of which are dark-colored and all of which are paired with some form of turtle necks and/or colorful, button-up shirts. They might be one color and some might be with floral patterns. Whatever pattern or color they might be, you can always expect Nicholas to wear them with a pair of loafers. Nicholas Grey is a no-sneakers kind of boy.

As far as his uniform is concerned, one can expect Nicholas to keep it as it came. As someone who was not only raised in the upper east side of New York, but embraced everything the UES was (especially the debutante culture), Nicholas takes pride in wearing his uniform as it was intended: his tie is only loose enough to not compromise his ability to breathe (same goes for how far up the shirt is buttoned up, pants and jacket are ironed every night, and his MHA-appointed shoes are cleaned every other day.

| | R E P U T A T I O N | |

Most know Nicholas Grey as Billie Jean's athletic twin brother, but they also know him as the confident, very suave, very ..."charming" co-captain of the soccer team. They have seen him woo girls, boys, and those in-between. They've seen him carry himself in both a dignified manner with a certain grace that matches his skills as a trained dancer as well as his wordplay. But most importantly, Nicholas Salvador Grey has a rep for being something of a manwhore.

In a lot of ways, Nicholas Grey shares a lot of similarities with Chuck Bass from Gossip Girl. Both are white, both have dark hair, both can woo a girl or boy without even trying. Do you know what else they have in common? They both lack the ability to realize when they're wrong.

Nicholas's main attribute is his arrogance that acts as the other side of the confident exterior most often see. Even when he is presented with absolute proof that he's wrong, he'll never admit his faults, because in his head Nicholas thinks he's perfect. In his head, he doesn't see that what he does harms people. He is someone that does what he does when he wants to and makes no apologies for it. It is an attractive trait to some and has earned him many, many times of day, but one has to wonder just how long those hours last until they see the ugly side of Nicholas Grey - the quote-unquote "fuck boy" that is this young man.

____________________________________________________________

| | H I S T O R Y | |

Nicholas nor his twin ssiter, Billie Jean, nor his older sister, Fiona, knew what it was like to not have their parents there for them. They didn't know the suffering of wondering when dad would be home or even when the rent of their house would be paid.

Truth is, Kavi Salvador and Ariel Grey weren't neglectful parents nor did they beat on their children, abuse them in any way, or even give them unsafe home.

No, there wasn't anything problematic about the way they raised their two daughters and son.

Indeed, the truth of the Salvador-Grey family is not one of intentional neglect, but rather from the demands that Kavi's job as a Soap Opera actor, which took him away from his children most hours of the day and Ariel's unpredictable schedule as a record producer. Both had very artistic jobs, passions they had no doubt passed along to their three children. But at the same time, the limited availability Kavi and Ariel had meant nannies and a recycling door of chauffeurs and general caretakers. Occasionally, friends of the family and even Kavi's sister, Nickie, would babysit when she was in town.

But it wasn't all bad. Both Nicholas and Billie came to understand that their parents were important people. And throughout everything, Fiona Jade really was the one who raised them. She, more than anyone else, understood that Kavi and Ariel tried their best. Plus, they always made it up to them when it really mattered. Like family night where they'd all do Zumba. It might seem odd to most, but it was something established early on in their lives and it made an impression on Nicholas specifically. Zumba played a small, yet influential, role in what became one of his biggest passions.

Dance.

Throughout his life, Nicholas felt a calling to the art, but dance and acting had become the cornerstone of the more passionate side of his personality. He went through various stages, but Nicholas, more often than not, always fell back on those two. It came as no surprise that soccer was his sport of choice because he was always good with his legs. And it was a sport that his father loved to death. So maybe in a way, Nicholas just felt closer to Kavi by going down the route he did.

And like Kavi was back in his youth, Nicholas indulges in the ...suave charming player Kavi was known for being. It started in junior high when his confidence hit a spike, which also coincided with him making his school's soccer team and being a natural in the debutante world. Girls, boys -- basically everyone started praising him. And it was then he started to embrace that new side of him. And that's what led Nicholas down a path of wooing, dating, and occasionally, sleeping with anyone who gave him the time of day - or in the case of when his ego grew to shocking heights - who Nicholas gave his time of day to.

When Kavi and Ariel recognized it, they acted swiftly. They figured he needed to take a break from familiar surroundings and shipped him off to Marble Heights. Billie came too because she was the only one who could center him. They figured that combo would benefit both twins.

Oh, how mistaken their parents were. They just had no idea just how wrong they were.

| | B E Y O N D M Y R E P U T A T I O N | |

Believe it or not, Nicholas does actually feel regret, but he's like a snail: it takes him a long time to get to the point everyone was at weeks ago. Maybe this is because he grew up with so much high praise or the company he surrounded himself with (Leo). He has been easily influenced by certain enablers and this has often led to him believing that acting a certain way is the recipe for success. But Nicholas has had to face hard truths (often forced on him by Billie). He had to come back to planet earth several times (again by Billie).

Honestly, if you want the main reason as to why Nicholas' head isn't so far up his ass, look no further than his North Star, Billie Jean. She has been the one person to ground him more times than he would care to admit and maybe that's why there's a sincere side to him. Maybe it's thanks to her that Nicholas has shown he can be compassionate without expecting much in return (I use much because he can't completely shut off his "I'm doing this because it might benefit me" part of his brain). And it's thanks to his bond with BIllie, as well as Fiona, that Nicholas is loyal to those who prove their worth to him. He doesn't trust easy and maybe that ties into why he sleeps around, but he will go to bat for those very dear to his heart: best friends, Billie, someone who can peel away the devil skin to see his angelic nature.

____________________________________________________________

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Drama Club/Theater Club
• Co-Captain of the Soccer team with Joshua O'Conner

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
🎭 Physical Education and/or any physical class
🎭 Theater
🎭 Spanish and French
🎭 AP English
| W O R S T |
🎭 Mathematics
🎭 Physics
🎭 Latin

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

Fonts: Morning Star (Main text header) // Lasting Love (Section headers)
🎭 Nicholas' love for dance originates from when he was younger in how his parents, older sister Fiona, and his twin, Billie Jean, would all have Family Zumba Night.
🎭 Every summer since he was thirteen, Nicholas has participated in the Debutante Ball. And every summer he and Billie Jean return to New York, he proudly takes part in it. In the debutante world, Nicholas is essentially considered royalty and the ideal partner because of his apt timing and devotion to it.
🎭 Nicholas' main guilty pleasure is watching weekly episodes of Greys Anatomy with Billie. It started when they were young and they just never stopped. It's a bit of a tradition for them and it's one of the few things they have for themselves. It doesn't matter how busy Nicholas is, he drops everything to spend that hour to two hours (depending on if it's a season premiere/finale or not, or if they're behind on a couple of episodes).
🎭 From members of his extended family, as well as his Aunt Nicolette (aka his namesake) has often compared him to his father. Not only in how he acts and dates more than not, but where his interests reside. Kavi Salvador was attracted to dance and acting and so is Nicholas. Those are his greatest passions outside of sex and soccer.
🎭 Nicholas' go-to sugary snack are skittles. Well, all except for the sour apple and lemon ones. Those he'll give to Billie.
🎭 Nicholas can be found on Instagram. His handle is @DreamingNGrey
🎭 Nicholas doesn't have a car per-se, but when he's not making use of Lyft and Uber, he sometimes "borrows" Billie's civic.

Digimon: Shattered Boundary

@Crimson Flame Eyyy more Tamers representation! :D

Also sidebar, I never realized that Taruiemon was the champion level stage. What an interesting design it has.