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I believe we're waiting on Annabeth and Catherine to post. School and other things starting up this time of year could be a factor.

Based on your last post, I have a feeling we have trouble headed our way?! :P Personally, I think it would be fine to proceed and have any Tamer who hasn't gotten their Digimon yet simply meet their partners in the heat of action. But that's your call to make, depending on how you want to pace things. I don't wanna advocate leaving other people in the dust.
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Arista, expecting every Digital Monster to be a cyborg being like Jehumon, found herself delighted with the adorable plant-like Digimon at the village. The Tanemon nestling in her arms was organic and oh-so-cute. It was also perfectly intelligent despite its simple, happy temperament. This world was just as real as hers. She craned her neck up to observe the stars. Not that she would know if this sky had different constellations than the one back home. But it was a moonless night that was good for stargazing.

"HEY GUYS," bellowed a voice, "I found my Tamer!" A child-sized bipedal bear leaped from a nearby bush and landed directly in front of Arista, the commotion spooking her poor Tanemon. It made a leap of its own and squealed away in fright. Arista pulled out her beeping Digivice, which told her that her partner was a RubyBearmon.

"It seems you are correct." Arista offered a smile and a hand. "Pleased to meet you."

RubyBearmon was a bit too excited and slapped his paw down on her hand with an excess of force. "Yeah! I wanna show you to my friend Demi-Meramon, it looks like he found his Tamer too. He’s great because he can warm you up at night when he’s cold"” He gestured toward Orion, who seemed to be having trouble with his flaming Digimon.

Arista suppressed a giggle as she massaged her hand. RubyBearmon was indeed shivering a little. "You can have my scarf if you want." She handed it to him.

"A gift for me, from my Tamer? No way. But I don’t want you to be cold either. Let’s share this gift." Without warning, he tore the scarf with a powerful snap of his paws. Arista bristled inwardly. RubyBearmon flung the larger piece to her and wrapped the rest around his head as a bandana.

"Thank you," she said without missing a beat. "You’re very generous."

"Don't mention it!"

The two reached the campfire and took a seat by Orion. "Hi, Orion, Demi-Meramon." Arista paused longer than she meant to. She didn’t want to alarm them with what she was about to say next, and so kept her voice level. "If we’re all wanted by bad people, aren’t we a liability to this village? I know we need to rest up somewhere, but… I don’t want any of the Tanemon to get hurt if something happens. We shouldn’t say here long, you know?"
In Lunaire 10 yrs ago Forum: Character Sheets
  • Name: Arista Li

  • Age: 18

  • Appearance

  • Personality: On first meeting, Arista has a warm presence that is friendly and not intrusive. Though her outward actions rarely bear the slightest hint of boldness or impulsiveness, she leaves a lasting impression through the air of almost-regal dignity she carries. Her understated charm comes from a polite, tactful manner of speaking and a genuine interest in learning more about other people. As someone with keen social finesse, Arista does her best to make quick reads of the people around her – she is much more calculating than she appears. Situations in which she has no control put her on edge, much to her dismay.

    She spends much of her time hanging out with her wide circle of friends, yet she still holds them at arm’s length. Arista enjoys her relationships for what they are, yet with the seeming expectation that they may end one day. Before, she used to be much more optimistic. Now she has a hard time believing that people can always be naturally good and altruistic. These days, Arista's heart is a bit heaver with the idea that most people mean well, but will act selfishly when it comes down to the wire. For this reason, she doesn't consider it wise to trust someone completely or truly open up to them; she feels it only puts her in a vulnerable position.

  • Partnered to: RubyBearmon

  • Backstory: Arista had a fairly privileged upbringing in a well-connected political family. Her father was a diplomat, so she spent her childhood traveling and entertaining important guests at wherever the family made their home. From a young age, she learned how to talk to adults and be taken seriously. Despite moving around to new places a lot, Arista found it easy to blend in with kids her age.

    She spent her high school years in Japan at an international school. By then, her mother had a career as a researcher in neural engineering and spent half the time at her lab and the other half abroad at a global biotech institute. Left to her own devices, Arista became rather independent and buckled down in her studies. She'd been awarded a scholarship to go to university in the United States, and her plan was to move there immediately after graduating.

  • Other: Also goes by Mei Xue and Miyuki. She speaks English fluently; Mandarin and Japanese, less so.

  • Name/Species: RubyBearmon - simply known as "Bearmon" to friends.

  • Appearance: In Rookie form, Bearmon wears his signature red scarf around his head as a bandana.

  • Evolution Line + Abilities

  • Punimon

  • RubyTsunomon

  • RubyBearmon

  • Ursamon

  • Pandamon

  • MachPandamon

  • Personality: Bearmon is somewhat naive, as he can't really see why anyone would need to have a hidden agenda. Having nothing to hide himself, he acts directly and speaks frankly. He is no stranger to foolhardiness, as he finds it sensible to act first and think later. In fights, he won't stop until he's given it his all. Strength is a quality Bearmon respects highly – he will disregard people he deems "all talk and no action." According to him, strong Digimon are meant to use their power to defend the weak. He understands that Digimon need each other to survive.

  • Backstory: For as long as he can remember, Bearmon has lived in a village in a forgotten corner of the Digital World. He and the other Digimon were fairly comfortable in their green paradise, barely aware of anything that was going on outside of their valley. Bearmon spent his days sparring with his friends, and eventually his position as the best fighter turned into a position as the village's official protector. But he hardly did anything, as there were never any true dangers. In fact, things started getting a little too boring for him. Bearmon's desire for excitement was causing a rift in his community, as others just wanted to lead quiet lives. Although he felt guilty about leaving, he decided that the village would be in good hands. It was time for him to go out and see the rest of the world.
  • In Lunaire 10 yrs ago Forum: Character Sheets
    Nah, I assumed as much as well. Campfire = night, right?!
    Question: Is it day or night right now? I don't want to say something that's not congruent with the scene. XD
    Listening intently as she took measured gulps from the soup Killian had given her, Arista attempted to put together everything Jehumon was saying. She knew that everything he was saying was true, not because the Digimon was making any sense, but because of the conviction he spoke with. Especially when he had pointed out the spire looming in the distance.

    She loosened her scarf and a white Digivice fell into her lap. No wonder her scarf had been pulled so tight. Another reminder of how real all this was. If the tower was the only way to get home and Jehumon was right, then everyone would be here for a long time. Amassing some kind of army would take months, and Arista could only think about how she had a couple exams in the coming weeks. There was nothing that could be done about that now, and she knew better than to voice her discontent about it.

    Arista stood up and patted some imaginary grime off her skirt. She straightened herself and addressed the entire group. "We should get going. I guess we can collect ourselves when we’re on safer ground. I’m Arista, by the way." She’d learn all their names en route to the village.
    The bursts of gunfire sounded dull in the omnipresent darkness. They were followed by shouts and screams that faded too quickly, as if strangled by the shadow. She couldn’t move but she felt like she was drowning, the weight of the void pushing down on her.

    Her stomach lurched and the sound of rushing water roared into her senses. Its echoes left her head spinning. The constant flashes of light passing by meant she was in a tunnel, but she was moving too fast for her foggy mind to understand anything else. It was taking ages to put together another coherent observation or thought. She searched for words – they were gone. Yet clarity seemed to be returning: each bump was sharper than the last, and she could see that she was lying down on something hard, cold. If she didn’t hold on, she would fall off. Her hand settled on an iron bar next to her head.

    She had to figure out what was happening. Again, the darkness swallowed her whole.
    As soon as she awoke, Arista sat up straight and yawned. Her body was sore, her arms still heavy with sleep. She tried to blink away the disturbing nightmare she’d had by forcing herself to be alert. It seemed she was in a wooded area. For some reason her hair was damp, and she was wearing her school uniform. The last thing Arista remembered was walking home after a long night at the library. So how did she get here? Where was she?

    A metallic voice behind her answered. Arista froze and listened on, incredulous at the conversation she was hearing. She turned herself around and was even more shocked to find that the voice belonged to a cyborg thing.

    "So that drain was real? What were we escaping from?" She was surprised at how calmly she addressed the… thing. Arista noticed a guy and a girl, as well as others who were sleeping. A flush rose in her cheeks as she realized how demanding she had sounded.
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