Fell, they/she, English, currently obsessed with DnD and other ttrpgs. I do art sometimes. I GM the Epyllion campaign Beyond Moonlight's Reach and the Daggerheart campaign The Witherwild on this very site.
Yeah I've decided to remove that. Headache enough knowing that everyone sorta kinda shares their abilities by nature of a gestalt, no need to add more o to that you know? Though I am thinking of adding an extra section into the background describing some mutations you've gained due to your fate here, but they would not grant any mechanical benefits or drawbacks.
Alrighty, that's fine! Just wanted to make sure while I was still coming up with my character concept.
On Kieran's phone, the video 'Quiet Time ~ lo-fi hip hop to sleep/relax to' abruptly stopped to give way to a persistent ringing. The boy's eyes opened slightly as he fumbled for the device underneath his pillow. He brought it up to his face and stared at the screen for a moment, his vision still too blurry and his mind too hazy to understand what he was looking at. He shook his head a couple of times, as if physically trying to shake the sleep out of himself. When he looked back at the screen, he realised that not only did he not recognise the number, the first few digits indicated it wasn't even local.
Probably just a cold caller, Kieran thought. He tapped the decline button with his thumb before sitting up, phone still in hand. Besides the light from his mobile and his computer monitor, the room was completely dark. Kieran glanced down at his phone again. The top of the screen read 21:30. "Crap!" he said aloud, the last remnants of sleep completely leaving him. He'd promised he'd promised he'd join one of his friend's gaming streams at 20:30! He quickly clicked on one of the chatting apps and began texting a (grammatically questionable) apology as he got up and started making his way over to his desk. He almost tripped on the pizza box in the middle of his room, causing him to accidentally send the message before it was complete.
"Shitshitshit!" Kieran hissed to himself as he started texting yet another apology. However, before he could send this one, his friend had already responded.
Hey don't worry about it Retrogue typed. You seem really frazzled are you okay?
Kieran sighed aloud. yeah just overslept he responded. still a little fuzzy
The stream's almost over anyway. If you want we can voice chat after? Give you time to fully wake up lol
Despite himself, Kieran smiled. that'd be nice thanks
His friend then finished off the conversation with a smiling cat emoji and a heart, which caused Kieran's smile to widen... only to immediately turn into a scowl once he realised what he was doing. He sat himself down on his desk, placing his phone just next to the keyboard. It was then he realised how odd it was that his computer screen was still on. If he'd been asleep for over an hour, shouldn't the monitor have gone into sleep mode? He also noticed that there was a pop-up in the corner of his screen, informing him that, only a minute or so ago, he'd received an email with a glitched address and a blank subject. Likely just spam, but he opened his emails anyway just to get a better look.
Aside from the email telling him someone had messaged him on chat while he was offline, this was the only email he'd received today, and unlike the former, it had somehow avoided the dreaded fate of all random emails and hadn't been automatically sent to the junk folder. Kieran's cursor hovered over the email for a moment, his curiosity and common sense currently having a argument about whether or not opening such an obviously suspicious email was worth it, when a small ping! resonated from his phone, causing him to jump.
What now? he thought. He grabbed his mobile and looked at it, only to relax immediately when he saw who it was.
Everything okay? Texted you half an hour ago but you didn't respond The sender's name read 'Mum'.
fine. just had a nap Kieran texted. how are things?
Good! We just ran into some people from work so we might be back later than expected. Hope that's okay
of course Kieran wrote before adding, bout to be on voice call with rogue
Tell them I said hi
Kieran suppressed a chuckle. i will mum have a good rest of the night
You too! Love you x
Kieran was about to respond with a 'love you too' when his phone suddenly went off again. The same number from before flashed across the screen. "Seriously?" he said once he'd gotten over the initial shock. He hit 'decline' and placed it back on the desk... only for it to immediately start ringing again.
He was really starting to get annoyed now.
He hit 'decline' once again. It started ringing barely a second later, causing him to throw it onto his bed. He placed both his pillow and blanket over the top, hoping to muffle out the sound until whoever it was who was trying to call him gave up and left him alone. He certainly hoped this wouldn't go on during his call with Rogue.
When he returned to his computer, he discovered that a new glitched email had been sent to him. Same address, same lack of subject, but even more eerie, the time stamp indicated that it had been sent at exactly the same time as that second call he got... and now he looked back at that first email, he also noticed that that likely had come in at around the time he had been woken up. Was this some kind of prank? Had one of the guys at school somehow got ahold of both his number AND email address and sending him weird messages just to freak him out? That seemed like a little too elaborate for them, especially if their goal was just 'freak out the weird loner kid from school'. More likely, he was getting targeted by some sort of weird company that was trying a little too hard to sell him something. He looked at the latest email again.
Well, he did have an anti-virus on his computer. If this thing has malware or spyware on it, his computer would likely detect and stop it before anything too bad happened. Worst come to worst, he might just have to reset his whole computer, but he had most of his files backed up somewhere so... "What the heck?" he muttered to himself, his curiosity getting the better of him at last. He clicked the email.
The ringing on his phone stopped.
Kieran was just about to breathe a sigh of relief - that ringing had really been grating on his nerves - when his screen suddenly went completely white. A pale haze started to seep out from the screen, filling the room within a matter of minutes. Kieran abruptly stood up and took a step away, assuming his computer was about catch fire or explode or something, but he realised quickly that this haze was neither hot steam or smoke, but cold mist.
The light from the screen became brighter, and Kieran was forced to cover his eyes as his whole room was illuminated. Somewhere, very distantly, he thought he could hear waves lapping across stone, even smelling something akin to the salt of the ocean. Against his best instincts, he felt himself being pulled forward, towards the source of the light.
When the room dimmed again, the screen had returned to normal. A pop up appeared on the screen, obscuring the contents of the strange email by saying that call was coming in from 'Retrogue'.
However, Kieran was nowhere to be found in the room, and thus, was unable to answer. It was difficult trying to focus on celebration when a aura of dread and uncertainty permeated from even the ground you walked on. It was hard preparing festivities for your would-be saviours when you didn't know who they were, what they looked like or if they even ate the same food as you.
None of this was made any easier by the fact that one of your so-called saviours had dismantled your decorations again because he insisted on chasing every new Penguinmon he came across in an attempt to pull them into a less-than-comfortable bear hug. The current victim in question had unfortunately almost fallen over during the chase, allowing the blue dinosaur to catch up to them and pick them up.
"Wow, you're pretty fast!" Blucomon said cheerfully as he seized the bird digimon in a vice-like grip. "None of the Penguinmon in my old colony were nearly this quick!" He plonked the Penguinmon down on the ground. "I should know! I was always 'it' in tag!"
"You don't say..." The poor Penguinmon wheezed before falling backwards.
Blucomon started scanning around for his next target when he noticed a bright light coming from his hut. His pinkish eyes lit up. "Ooo oooh! That's me, that's me!" he said, practically jumping up and down with excitement before making a mad dash towards his hut. He was so focused on getting there as he passed - and almost bumped into - the other humans as their partners lead them out of their respective huts. However, if they had any reaction to almost being run over by a small blue dinosaur, Blucomon didn't notice. He was much too excited to meet his new best friend forever!
... wait, were you allowed to have two best friends forever? Second-best friend forever? Joint best friend forever? Hmmm... he'd have to sort the details out with Agumon later.
Kieran only narrowly managed to avoid falling on his ass once the light engulfing him faded. He stumbled back, arms still shielding his face, and waited for a solid minute until he was sure it was safe to uncover his eyes. He was no longer in his dark, computer-lit room, or in any room he recognised. Instead, it appeared to be some kind of wooden hut. It looked new and decently well-made, but aside from a battered cot in the corner, was completely empty. Kieran wasn't sure if he was just projecting or not, but the whole place felt a little sad, lonely almost...
Kieran shook his head. Focus! he thought to himself, and turned his head towards the door. Other than his immediate surroundings, he could hear people outside. None too close or heading in his direction, just walking around and talking to one another. There was nothing hostile or too concerning in their tones, though he thought he detected a hint of urgency, like they were hurrying to prepare for... something. Beyond the voices, he could also still hear the sound of waves.
He took a couple of step towards the door, planning to peer out so he could scope out where exactly he was so he could formulate what to do next. However, he was only a foot or so away from the exit when he heard rather heavy footsteps rushing towards his position. "Shit!" he hissed to himself, taking a step or two away. He looked in all directions, not sure whether he should attempt to defend himself or simply locate a hiding spot. It didn't matter either way, as neither seemed to be an option here. The cot was too small to hide behind and he doubted throwing it would act as little more than a distraction. Still, he found himself backing up towards it as a something came barrelling through the doorway at top speed. Kieran had barely any time to register what it was before it launched itself into the air, seemingly with the intent of colliding with Kieran's torso, which would have likely sent both him and it flying through the wall had the boy not managed to - thanks to years of being considered an easy target in dodgeball - sidestep the attack. The creature went straight through the wall of the hut, leaving a large Looney Tunes-esq hole in the structure.
"Ow!" Kieran's would-be attacker exclaimed before adding, in a whiny voice, "Heeeey, why did you dodge?"
Kieran approached the hole, putting his fists up unconvincingly in front of himself. "What do you mean 'why'?! You lunged at me!" he half-shouted.
A small face peeked through the cavity, causing Kieran to let out a small yelp in surprise. It looked somewhat reptilian, though the upper half was coated in something akin to ice. Kieran stared at the creature for a moment while it looked back at him, its eyes giving him a look akin to a kicked puppy.
It took him a moment to realise that he knew this creature... well, sort of. A few months ago, he'd had a dream about it, and after waking up, had vowed to recapture its likeness in his art. Sadly, his attempts to draw the creature had been fraught with dissatisfaction and frustration, as nothing he put to paper seemed to compare to the vivid idea of the creature he had in his mind. Eventually, he'd abandoned the sketch, and the memory of the dream had corroded until he only had the vaguest recollection of what he'd seen. Now, with this creature staring back at him, he couldn't believe he'd ever forgotten about him.
"Blucomon?" Kieran said, before he could stop himself. The dragon's eyes widened and he hopped through the hole in the wall and waddled towards him.
"You know my name!" it exclaimed with excitement.
"Well, sure I do." Kieran frowned. "You told me, remember?"
Blucomon blinked, tilting its head to the side. "I... did? When?"
"Errr.... when we met last time? You know... during the snowstorm?"
The dragon looked him up and down. "I don't think I've ever met you before," it said. "Though..." He took a step forward and sniffed the air. "You do kinda smell familiar."
Kieran felt his heart sink. Even in my own dreams, I'm not important enough to remember, he thought to himself. His face must have betrayed his sadness, because Blucomon's face briefly flickered with concern before speaking again.
"What's your name?" the dragon asked.
Kieran didn't speak immediately, not sure if there was any point since he'd already told the dragon before. If he'd forgotten it before, he might just forget it all over again. However, Blucomon's puppy dog eyes made him feel he couldn't just stay silent. "Kieran," he muttered.
Blucomon nodded, and for the first time Kieran had known him, his expression became oddly serious. He took Kieran's hand in its icy claws. "I'll remember it this time," he promised.
The boy looked at him for a long moment, before turning his head away. "Where are we, anyway?"
"Oh!" Blucomon returned to his previous excitement. "That's right! You should come along! I'll introduce you to Agumon!" Without waiting for his response, the dinsoaur started leading Kieran towards the exit of the hut.
"Agumon? Wait... hold on!" Kieran's protests were in vain, as Blucomon looked a lot stronger than his small stature suggested, and he had already been dragged out the door before he could do anything.
Thinking about playing a non-caster class, likely a monk.
You mentioned earlier that each of our characters can have a mutation of sorts. Is that still a thing or have you changed that? The description of the custom background implies that's no longer the case.
I wake up and found that three whole posts were made while I was sleeping xP Time to get to work, I suppose!
Also, I hope you all understand that during their time in this village, Blucomon has tried to hug all of your Digimon at least once... which probably was particularly disastrous when it came to Herissmon, what with the quills and all.
Hope you don't mind a shorter-ish introduction. It's hard when playing a cautious character to have them get involved with something, so for now Sangu will just keep an eye on.... whatever the heck is happening.
For most dragons, a long journey might be seen as an opportunity. It was one of those rare occasions they could shed their human disguise without fear, taking to the skies to stretch their wings and enjoy a moment away from prying human eyes. They'd soar up above the clouds, getting a lungful or two of untainted air and relishing the feeling of the wind catching in their fins, caressing their scales...
... at least, that's what Sangu imagined most dragons might do, but then again, Sangu wasn't most dragons. For him, flight was a slower, clumsier affair, and interspersed with rest-stops as his wings had a tendency to start hurting after a little. It was neither enjoyable nor practical. No, a good journey for Sangu would involve a lot more swimming, or at least slivering, and neither were particularly viable here, at least if he didn't want to be caught. So Sangu had settled for a compromise, something that was slower but still relatively comfortable, and had spent (most of) his journey in human form.
Had he approached Whistle Hill from the air, he may have noticed sooner that something was amiss, but instead of seeing the light of the flames or even catching the scent of burning wood, the first sign that things were wrong was a sudden stroke of dizziness that overcame him while strolling down the road. He felt overcome with light-headedness, the air much warmer and more stagnant than it had been moments before. He had to stop and take a rest, even checking himself of any signs of illness or poison. Sangu was a cautious dragon, keeping his distance from others when in civilization and always alert when not, but even he was capable of falling victim to some malady every now and again.
With just a vague look over, he couldn't detect any signs of injury or rash. Weirder still, when he felt his forehead, he noticed that he didn't seem to have a temperature, even though his brain felt like it was starting to bake within his skull. It could potentially be some kind of delayed reaction to the cuisine in the last town he passed through - that trout he had been served was at the forefront of his mind - but this seemed a bit extreme for a bit of food-poisoning.
As he was considering what might be wrong, he finally began to note the smell of burning, and raised his head up to see the smoke forming above.
Well, that can't be good, he thought. He glanced around to make sure no one was looking and, taking a few steps into heavier foliage, dropped his human disguise and took to the air. He saw the light in the distance, flames flickering from the smouldering wreck of what was once a village.
Yes, that was definitely not good.
His features settled into a wide reptilian approximation of a grimace as he soared a little closer, the searing pain in his mind only growing worse. This confirmed that he wasn't sick, but instead that his physical discomfort was a symptom of his own magic, the connection he had with the trees, flowers and all other forms of plant life in the vicinity. Toxins, flames, careless destruction of the environment... Every time something like that happened near him, he felt a fraction of that pain, both in his body and soul.
He landed on the sturdiest tree he could find, wrapping his serpentine form around it as he took a moment to regain his strength and consider his next move. On one claw, he and fire weren't exactly compatible, and in his current condition, he wasn't sure how much help he could be. On the other, this settlement was likely Whistle Hill, his destination where supposedly many of his own kind flocked to in the guise of man. If his own people were down there and they were in trouble, he couldn't just leave them. Besides, the forest itself seemed to be crying out, begging for someone, anyone to help...
Sangu sighed as he uncurled from the tree and took to the air once more. He flew slightly higher, hoping his grey scales would cause him to be difficult to see against the smoke. He wasn't exactly sure what he was dealing with right now, if there was an attack or this was some kind of natural disaster, if anyone needed saving or he was too late anyway. All he knew was that he wasn't about to rush in until he knew what was going on.
Working on my post right now. I'll admit, Sangu isn't exactly going to be much help in a combat situation, at least if he's in human form, and he's probably gonna care more about getting people out of harm's way rather than anything else.
Age: 16 Pronouns: He/him Occupation: Student, Digital Artist
Appearance:
Keiran is considered shorter than average for his age, standing at about 5'3", and is quite scrawny. This, combined with his softer facial features, has caused multiple people to assume he's younger than he actually is, much to his chagrin. He's pale with bluish-green eyes, faint freckles and strawberry blonde hair, the last of which he usually lets grow long due to being to lazy to get it cut. Recently, however, a mixture of teasing from peers and reprimanding from teachers has caused him to have it cut into a shorter style, though the fringe is still longer than average and partially covers his right eye. He doesn't smile much, so his resting face can come across as rather gloomy and unwelcoming.
His wardrobe is pretty simple: t-shirts, hoodies, jeans, all often leaning towards cooler colours and leaning more towards being comfortable rather than too stylish. A lot of his clothes are hand-me-downs from his older brother, and thus tend to be a bit big for him. After cutting his hair, he's actually started collecting and wearing hats, with a particular fondness for woolen ones with ear flaps. They keep his head warm and can be used to conceal when he's wearing his ear buds and listening to music. His younger cousins also once made him some friendship bracelets, some woven and some with beads, and while he is a little embarrassed, he actually likes the way they look a lot and rarely takes them off, tending to keep them hidden under one of his sleeves.
Digivolution/Form-Change Method(s)
Partner Digivolution - Digivolution is triggered by a moment of strong emotional connection between Kieran and Blucomon, usually brought on when they're in a particularly vulnerable situation. This same connection also can be extended towards Hide and Agumon, allowing DNA Digivolution to be triggered.
Personality:
Sullen. Moody. Antisocial. Uncooperative. These and similar words have all been used by adults at some point to describe Kieran, and he definitely appears that way to those unfamiliar with him. He tends to keep most people at a distance, becoming tense when other people approach him and often responding in short, curt phrases, and seemingly preferring to keep to himself, either losing himself in his drawing or just daydreaming. In truth, he's actually just a shy kid with some bad experiences of being bullied that has led him to being extremely uncomfortable around other, especially guys his own age. He would genuinely like to open himself up to others, but a fear of rejection and/or ridicule for being 'too sensitive' often causes him to become defensive or lash out whenever his emotions get the better of him.
+ Creatively inclined, with a real passion and talent for drawing
+ Much more gentle and nurturing than he likes to let on, getting on fairly well with both animals and young children
+ Highly sensitive to the emotions of others
- Paranoid; mistrustful of people and prone to misinterpreting their actions as malicious
- Really self-conscious, always worrying about how other percieve him
- Has trouble expressing his softer, more vulnerable emotions, often coming across moody
Dream(s):
If asked what his greatest desire is, Kieran might respond with "I want respect". This sounds a little arrogant, but what he actually means by respect is 'understanding'. He wants people to understand him, or at least attempt to understand him. He's had trouble making friends at school due to not sharing interests with most of his classmates, with a lot of the things he enjoys being labelled as 'childish' or 'feminine', often leading to teasing and bullying. This also somewhat extends to his family situation, with his father and older brother being both military men, and being much closer to each other than they are with Kieran. They do care about Kieran, really they do, but they just can't understand why he struggles so much in his social life, nor can they really connect with him over the things he enjoys. The few people who Kieran feels really understand him are his mother and the online friends he's gained through his art. Still, this doesn't feel enough to him. He genuinely wants to be able to connect with other people, to have them like him for being, well, him.
Nightmare(s):
The main reason Kieran has such a hard time opening up to people is that he's terrified of showing any emotional vulnerability, seeing it as a sign of 'weakness'. At best, he fears this will scare any potential friends off, and at worst, they might take advantage of this and using it against him. The idea of confiding in someone only for them to betray him is more terrifying to him than the idea of being alone, hence why he is so withdrawn most of the time.
The first thing Kieran was aware of was being cold. Not just a little cold either, but the biting chill that seeps right through your skin and into your bones. The kind of cold that causes pins and needles to develop in your limbs right before they go completely numb.
The second thing he was aware of was someone shaking him.
"Hey! Are you alright?... Hey!"
Kieran opened his eyes. Everything was a blinding white to begin with, so he had to close his eyes again, before opening them more slowly and waiting for them to adjust. Once they had, he found himself staring into a pair of large, pinkish-red eyes.
"Oh thank goodness! I thought you'd never wake up!" The eyes' owner gave a smile, revealing a row of sharp, pointy teeth.
Kieran gave a yelp and, somehow, managed to summon up enough feeling in his arms to shove this thing away from him. It was sent flying a good few feet before landing, head-first, in a snowbank. Only its back legs and tail were visible as Kieran pushed himself to his feet and backed away. He quickly surveyed his surroundings. He looked to his left, to his right, in front, behind... as far as the eye could see, there was snow, covering everything from the ground to the trees to the mountains in a thick blanket of white, and even now, several flakes were still making their way from the sky down to the earth.
Well that explains why I'm so cold, Kieran thought, brushing the power of his jeans and sweater. He turned his eyes back towards his mysterious companion, who was just pulling its head free of the snow. He could see now that it was a small, almost dinosaur-like creature covered in blue scales, with its head, tail and claws covered in a substance not unlike ice. Kieran took another step back as the creature shook its body free of stray flakes before jumping down from the snow bank. For such a stout, bulky-looking creature, it seemed surprisingly light on its feet.
"Oh, did I startle you?" it said, apparently taking no offense to his somewhat aggressive actions. It began to walk towards him, which only caused him to back away more. "I'm really sorry, it's just you weren't moving for such a long time! I didn't think you'd ever get up!" It was half-running towards him at this point, and Kieran instinctively put his hands out in front of himself in fear that it would leap at him. It seemed to notice this and stopped in its tracks, tilting its head to one side.
"What the heck are you?" Kieran said.
The creature blinked before grinning again, its tail beginning to swish from side-to-side like an excited puppy. "I'm Blucomon!" it said, cheerfully, as if that explained everything.
Kieran opened his mouth to speak again when a cold gust of wind suddenly cut through him, causing him to wrap his arms around himself. The snow began to fall heavier.
Blucomon, or whatever it called itself, stopped smiling almost immediately, its face changing to a look of concern. "This way," it said, beckoning with a claw. "We should get out of the snow." It raised its head up, eyes narrowing slightly, before looking back at Kieran. "I saw a cave on the way over here! It should give us shelter for a bit."
Kieran didn't exactly feel safe following this strange creature, but he also didn't want to get caught in a snowstorm. After a moment's hesitation, he slowly began to shuffle through the snow as Blucomon, smile wide and tail wagging once more, led him away towards those mountains he had spotted before. They managed to get out of the snow just before the storm really picked up, and began to make themselves comfortable... well, as comfortable as they could. Kieran was still wary of his unusual companion, and didn't offer much conversation as the two waited out the storm. Thankfully, he didn't really need to, as the little reptile was already talking.
It talked all throughout the storm, about how it had happened across Kieran in the snow, how Kieran was the first living thing it had seen for a good couple of days, how it had been alone for a very long time now and was desperately looking for the group they had been travelling with. The creature kept talking, its voice remaining in a manic, excited pitch even when talking about things that should have been sad, and never stopped to take a breath. Normally, Kieran didn't really enjoy being talked at, and would rather sit in comfortable with silence, but he got the feeling that this little guy didn't really have anyone else to talk to. So he humoured little guy, nodding and "oh" and "ah" in the appropriate places. Not that he really needed to, he felt Blucomon would carry on regardless.
After what must have been a couple of hours or so, as the snow outside was starting to calm down a little, Blucomon suddenly stopped talking for a moment. It glanced at Kieran. "I don't think I actually asked your name," it admitted with a sheepish smile.
"No," Kieran said. "You didn't."
Blucomon tilted its head to the side, its smile widening. "Sooo...?"
Kieran sighed. "It's Kieran," he muttered, perhaps a little too softly.
"Hm?"
Another sigh. "Kieran!" he said.
Blucomon blinked. "That's a weird name," it said. Despite the cold, Kieran felt his face flush slightly in embarrassment, and he opened his mouth, likely to make some kind of retort, until Blucomon added, with a cheerful smile. "I like it!"
Kieran didn't know what to say to that, so he didn't say anything at all.
The two waited out the rest of the snowfall, this time with Blucomon saying very little. They just sat and watched the snow falling outside the cave, the movement of which was even slightly hypnotic. Kieran felt himself getting sleepy, and suddenly became away that Blucomon was resting his head against his arm. Normally, this sudden closeness would make Kieran uncomfortable, but for whatever reason, he couldn't bring himself to pull away. It was weird, but for the first time in a while, he felt really calm... maybe he was just really tired. His eyelids were starting to get heavy.
Just as he felt himself beginning to fall asleep, he heard Blucomon mumble, "Hey, Kieran?"
"Yeah...?"
"When the snow stops, where do you want to go?"
"Hmmm...?" Kieran wasn't sure what it meant, and any words the dragon might have said afterwards were lost as Kieran became aware of a loud banging noise.
Kieran closed his eyes...
"Kieran?"
... and then opened them again. He was in his room, sat at his desk with computer turned on, head resting against the keyboard. Half of his monitor was taken up by a drawing program, with the other half taken up by chat. Kieran squinted as he watched the chat flicker past, filled with several messages of people calling to him and wandering if his internet had messed up.
"Kieran?" There was a knock at the door.
"Come in," Kieran answered distactedly as he typed a message in the chat:
sorry, must have fallen asleep at keyboard
Kieran's mum popped her head round the door. "What are you still doing up?" She motioned to the clock on the wall. "It's ten to twelve!"
"Sorry," Kieran said, doing his best to suppress a yawn. "I must have fallen asleep at the keyboard."
His mother's face quickly switched from stern to worried. "You alright?" She took a step into the room. "You don't look so well." Without waiting for him to answer, she placed her hand on his forehead to check his temperature, but Kieran merely batted her hand away.
"'M fine," he muttered. No longer able to resist, he gave a small yawn. "Think I'm just tired." He motioned to the half of the screen taken up by the drawing he was doing. "I've been working on this for hours and just doesn't look right."
Mrs. Blake glanced over his shoulder. "It looks alright to me," she said. She glanced at him again. "You really don't look well, Kieran. You really should get some rest."
"Hm..." was Kieran could say, his head nodding every so slightly. "I will."
Mrs. Blake smiled and gave him a small kiss on the forehead. "Good night, pet," she said, and turned to begin making her way out of the room.
"Night, mum," Kieran said, not bothering to look round as she exited the room.
The chat was still filling up with comments, some being gentle teasing but most were concerned, reiterating that maybe he had been working on for a little too long now and should get some rest.
Will do ttyl Kieran responded before shutting off his computer. Just as he was getting up from his desk, he paused, as if remembering something. He opened one of the desk drawers and took out a small purple sketchbook, flicking to the latest page before scribbling in the margin the words, "Blucomon, ice dragon." He didn't feel up for attempting to make even the roughest sketch right now, but he didn't want to forget. He wasn’t sure where or how he had come up with such a bizarre little guy, but he was definitely going to be the next thing he drew. For sure.
Bio:
Maturity: Child-Like Pronouns: He/him
Typical Digivolution Path:
YukimiBotamon -> Hiyarimon -> Blucomon -> Paledramon -> CrysPaledramon -> Hexeblaumon OR DNA/Jogress into Examon
Origin:
To this day, Blucomon isn't entirely sure where he came from. His Digiegg was found by a colony of Penguinmon who were traveling in the middle of snowstorm. Seeing the egg just lying half-buried in the snow, one of the Penguinmon assumed it had been dropped by one of their colony-mates. Without a second thought, they scooped it up and brought it along with them. It didn't take them long to realise their mistake, however.
Upon hatching into a YukimiBotamon, it became very clear that this creature was not one of them, a fact that became all the more clear once he Digivolved into Hiyarimon. While they knew what a YukimiBotamon looked like, they'd never seen this new Digimon, which resembled a tiny, half-melted Frigimon with a makeshift beak. Hiyarimon was also much more active than any other of the in-training Digimon, seemed to require twice as much food, and didn't seem to be aware of the differences between him and the other hatchlings, leading to several mishaps where he underestimated his own strength. The colony tolerated him for some time, but once he digivolved again and became Blucomon, they decided enough was enough, and after a few failed attempts to chase the strange Digimon off - all of which he assumed were some kind of game - they eventually managed to get rid of him. They were taking shelter in a cave during a blizzard, and Blucomon ended up getting into their food supplies and stuffing himself until he fell fast asleep. They took the opportunity and left, even as the blizzard still raged on. Blucomon woke up to find the snow had ceased falling and that his colony were completely gone. He had assumed they had simply forgotten him and attempted to track them down. However, the previous night's snow fall had covered up any footprints.
He wondered for a long time afterwards, never able to find his colony. He asked several passing Digimon help, even attempting to join them instead, but it never lasted. The Digimon would often make excuses about why he couldn't join them, or even straight up chase him off. Despite this, Blucomon's energetic and friendly disposition never faltered. He may have been all alone, but he didn't feel lonely, at least not to a strong extent. In fact, whenever he was sleeping, he often had dreams that someone else was with him, looking after him. He didn't always remember these dreams clearly afterwards, but feeling of being warm, safe, stayed with him. After a while, he did eventually meet someone who let him stay, a Digimon called Agumon. Blucomon came across the other reptile Digimon training, and was so mesmerised by his fighting style he didn't even notice when Agumon accidentally dislodged a chunk of rock overhead with his Pepper Breath attack, sending it hurtling down towards Blucomon. Thankfully, Agumon did notice, and pushed the Ice Dragon out of the way before he could seriously get hurt. Needless to say, Blucomon was pretty starstruck, not even really connecting the dots that Agumon had been the one who had sent the rock falling in the first place. Ever since, Blucomon has follow Agumon around like a little puppy and, surprisingly enough, the yellow dinosaur Digimon has yet to tell Blucomon to get lost.
Personality
Blucomon is an energetic digimon with a very under-developed, childish view of the world around him. He only seems capable of seeing the good in others and can miss when people are petty or rude, especially if that pettiness or rudeness is directed towards him. He's also not great at realise when he's upset someone or overstepped their boundaries. If he feels someone's upset, he feels the best way to help them is to pest them, to do everything you can to make them happy, even when that person just wanted to be left alone.
+ Full of energy; never seems to get tired or lose enthusiasm
+ Warm and affectionate, even to people he's just met
+ Unwavering optimism; always able to see the best in bad situation
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