Petulant

Hiroverse: Fenix Tear Zero

Deep within the bowels of Hizuru

Genbu tucked a stray lock of her raven hair off of the white, featureless mask covering her face and tucked it behind her ear. Department Head of the Empire's Research Team, along with a handful of other unrelated titles, she had personally come to oversee the retrieved object, as per Her Majesty's request. "Terra, could you place the crate with the weapon on the desk?" She asked her Head Assistant. Terra was a brilliant girl, the best assistant she'd had ever since she took over this post from the Judge Magister. And only in her teens. Truly her mother's daughter.

"Right away." The girl, Terra said, the white coat over her a business dress and she immediately rushed to put a new toy upon the desk as ordered, black heels echoing each step across the room.

The little Lab assistant had the kind of job someone of her mental caliber could only dream of. A Position she earned through her well-developed intellect, and a want for knowledge keeps her around. It is a shame her mother hadn't appointed her head of the Research Team. But the teenaged researcher can't hold it against her; fortune seemed to have favored her when Genbu proved herself a most competent boss, and one with just as much a desire for knowledge as herself. If anyone has to give her orders, it's nice that it's someone who she can understand, and who understands her in kind.

Moving the strands of her own violet hair away from her face, she opened the crate to get a good look upon the weapon extracted, her yellow eyes reflect the sparkle of what appears to be some oddly shaped stalagmite of red crystal. Unusually large, but from a first glance, nothing but a beautiful jewel. However, it was easy to see this was hardly anything as ordinary as a mere ruby. Obviously some kind of magic is involved, but...

"...Fascinating. The formation's hardly natural, and it has a some kind of metallic smell to it...Yet, It doesn't seem to be frozen." She said, as she grabbed hold of it with gloves.

Genbu huffed softly in amusement behind her mask, almost inaudible to the young woman holding the crimson spear. "That's the smell of blood, dear. You'll get more than used to it when you first go afield to your first forensic investigation." That was the shame of it. The girl's mother was adamant Terra do no field work. It was a crime against her intellectual gifts to deny her of empiric investigation. She flipped through the memo the field team had left them. "Found at the scene of what the boys called... a 'bloodbath'. I need to have a word with them about proper report lingo." She sighed and inspected the weapon for the first time with her own eyes. "And I suspect it's not the blood of others... Crystallized blood, would you look at that? I know a certain dark mage who'd be doing cartwheels if she discovered how to make these." The raven-haired woman chuckled. Maybe she'd pass along a sample through her network. The Fleshcraft user was ever a useful informant within her own guild.

The more information her boss gave her, the more excited she was. The idea of it coming from a bloody scene was unsurprising, to say the least, if the was truly a case of being blood.

Crystallized...Yes, it does seem to be more a crystaline structure. ...I've heard rumors of particularly powerful vampires being capable of Blood-make magecraft...But I must say, I've never heard of them being able to crystallize blood like this. She said, pricking her finger on its tip to see how sharp it was. While she put the wounded finger in her mouth to keep the bleeding from being in the way, she twirled around the spear until the pointy end was facing down, and stabbed it a few inches through the metal desk.

"Sharper than expected, I can see how they'd find it amidst a slaughter. A spear like this could theoretically go right through people quite easily, may even be able to pierce right through armor like a knife through butter. I've seen Ice-make create weapons before, but this is...different. ...I don't recognize the Mana signature at all. It's obviously not Spiria, could be cursed or ether, but either it feels off from the typical Magecraft. ...I'll get this analyzed as soon as I can. Something as unique as this... we may be able to track down its owner quite easily once we figure out what its being drawn from." Terra said. (edited)Wednesday, June 24, 2026 9:54 PM

"Worry not about the owner. My agents from my other job posting are tracking him." Genbu assuaged her assistant's concerns. "You are absolutely correct about the mana signature. Good senses, Terra." She congratulated the girl. "We'll put it through all the standard tests to see if it yields any clues for us to follow. If not, more rigorous testing. I want to know if any Blood Make mages in our ranks can learn to make weapons like this. It'd certainly be a boon." The masked woman listed their to-do list. However... something felt off. The longer she beheld the spear, it felt like there was a connection. To her, nonetheless. That shouldn't be possible. She knew for a fact the owner had never met her. So...

"Let's dismiss safety protocol for a brief window. I'll have a brief examination with my magic to see if it responds. And don't fret, I have methods of purging myself of any Cursia with my magic." She reached out with one of her Magics, -Jagr-, and touched the spear with her gloved hand. Definitely not cursed. All in all, it was just an extremely durable and sharp spear made of blood. But... there was this tiniest trace of something unfamiliar energy. Not even magic. Some sort of particle. So minute she should've missed it under normal circumstances. She pressed deeper with Jagr, arcs of blue flickering between her fingers. And then...

"Cross it, cross it, cross the threshold and open the door. Open the door, you foolish girl, and receive my majesty." The words pounded in her head and then both memory and thought of it were gone. Slipped from her mind like water. And the particles were no more.

"Well, it's not cursed, at least. Put it through the standard ringer of tests, Terra. Let's see what our analysis comes up with."

While she was wearing a mask, Terra could tell by the subtle body language that Genbu noticed something off. Whatever it was though, it seemed like the feeling faded as she gave her her orders.

"Understood, Chief." She said, taking the spear further into the lab.

It was then an alarm sounded. "Another arrival..." Genbu muttered under her breath, inspecting the screen that showed a red blip over the map of the world. "Terra, hold down the fort. Run those tests. And pray I can catch this new anomaly before they run off!" And like a bird escaping its cage, she was gone.

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In the Everlue Mansion

The ebony-skinned beauty clad in an ornate, navy blue kimono with white adornments took a long drag of her expensively decorated pipe as Everlue barked his orders to her. Maledight, one of Everlue's precious gaggle of competent women. She waited for her superior to grow impatient before she exhaled the smoke out of her lungs.

"I'll find your brat, sire. But since you're sending me, I know you won't mind if I cut him up a little in the process. Already, I have an inkling where he might be." Maledight grabbed her sheated blade from the weapons rack on the wall of the room and set off, not hurrying in the least.

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In Aki (and Yuna's) hiding place, time itself did seem to play more tricks on them. The flicker of candles seemed to halt in place, along with any specks of dust floating down. The horned girl they had spotted earlier in the courtroom was once more with them, looking as ominous as before. "She comes. The woman of wicked bone and flesh. Everlue sends him to recover you. But she won't. She'll rend you apart into ribbons if she catches you. Run, boy, run." And with her foreboding warning delivered, the devil child was gone and time continued on as normal.

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At the inn, Night Side

Val wasn't sensitive to any time shenanigans like the others, but she was finely tuned enough to her own spellcraft she noticed her magic grow sluggish, then disappear entirely. To test her theory, she strummed a string of her Lyrebow once or twice. No effect whatsoever. She cursed under her breath and looked around. She knew why, though. She knew this was a border town, and from her geopgraphy lessons that Dragon Law rendered all magecraft useless without being a citizen of Dragnovia. Or gaining permit from nobles.

Then the white tiger wereman busted out from the backroom. Val gulped, knowing this was supposed to be her chance to act like a team leader for once. Make that damn Mizore and the guild proud. Aiko, her ever faithful swordsman companion, thankfully took off her the pressure
of being the first to speak.

"Yes, hello, sir. For welcoming us into our local base, I thank you. You wouldn't happen to know any Dragnovian nobles lenient enough to lift the Dragon Law off of us? Perchance... in exchange for armed swords. ...or healing?" The redhead asked, in case her own specialty managed to find any purchase in this foreign land.

Hiroverse: Fenix Tear Zero

In Fiore, at Fenix Tear's landing

Valerie liked Yozora. She was an inspiration her, despite their similar age. She had a clear goal in life and was so determined to achieve it. Become the next Guild Master, after her aunt Ur resigned, of course. It wasn't a simple plan with no hiccups, oh gods, no. But it was the kind of goal Val could respect. So when Sora pestered her to team up with her and Aiko to look for a tavern, like she already planned anyway, she wasn't going to object.

"I gotta surround myself with my girlfriends huehue." Val blew air out of her nose, followed by a chuckle. She had NEVER thought about boyfriends or girlfriends, not even during the free period of her current life at the guild. Back home, with mom, had been nothing but sheltered. To the EXTREME. She wasn't actively trying to avoid such thoughts, but... Voss and Grae were the only boys her age worth nothing, and neither rung any any bells. And neither did any of the girls. Not Aiko, nor Yozora. Even if Mizore and her mature lavisciousness did make her blush, Val was sure her boss didn't tick off any boxes in whatever directory she had for a future boy- OR girlfriend.

But when Sora voiced her dissent at Grae's plan (because it really was best they split up AND she knew Grae would best work his shady social skills alone), she was about to object. But all that was thrown into disarray when Yozora's attire was caught in the wheels and their resident Dragon Slayer went rolling helplessly downhill.

The actually important bits and pieces of Mizore's lessons about leadership immediately kicked into the forefront. "Grae, do what you do best. Voss, any help your Celestial Keys can give me stop that rolling wheel of cheese that is Yozora, now is the time! Aiko, you're the quickest of us on your feet! I'm going to speed you up and hopefully slow her down if I can help it! Got it?! GO!" Val barked her orders as a bead of sweat formed on her forehead. Her first time as team leader and there was already trouble before any found them. She reached for her back and the lyrebow strapped to it, knowing she had no time to waste before Yozora rolled both out of her sight and thus her range.

Completely unbidden, memories sprung to her mind, of a strict "uncle" of sorts she had in the noble household: "There is no point in slowing down the perception of time if someone will go faster than you regardless. Your lyre can do more than affect perception. Grind to a halt the air around them, that'll slow them down."

Val heeded her nuncle's lesson and plucked the correct sequence of strings of the lyre on her back and the notes shifted the world as the spell took effect. The air around Yozora's rolling form grew sluggish, increasing friction and drag in the air around her, slowing the poor girl down.

And the chase was on.

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In the Imperial Capital

Her ever dutiful daughter, Alice, handed the Empress two scrolls. Both missives from the same department, Genbu's. Very few reports reached her personally. Craïstine had a literal army of officials that neared in numbers the total her standing military had to run her whole imperium for her if the situation demanded. But still... she showed no obvious care for the two scrolls handed to her be most precious sword and shield.

Her eyes scanned the contents of the first one: "One of the Observatory's targets led to bait, the second one unseen. ...spike in mana density recorded after kill. ...massacre follows, enemy weapon retrieved and delivered for further analysis."

The Empress lights the scroll on fire in the nearby brazier and throws into the flame, her expression unchanging and neutral. So she indeed was not the only one who might gain strength that way. And only one of the two signals the Observatory claimed to be there were present. Miscalculation? Or something else? But it was good they had a sample. Anything to gain an edge to hold against the neck of these unknowns.

Craïs opened the second scroll, the one was actually expecting. "All targets accounted for and under observation. Target A entered previously marked location, asking for further orders." She burned this letter too. Then finally did she turn to Alice.

"Tell Genbu to keep an eye on this foreigner, and any others who might arrive to our lands. Tell her to lure them in, if need be. They might be of more use friendly than dead. As for the situation in Fiore... tell our agents to do naught, but observe. Do not engage under any circumstances. If discovered, flee without a fight and kill themselves if irrevocably cornered. And if you can... leave a trail of crumbs to the Dark Guilds we've discussed before. Better Fenix Tear goes investigating into the more obvious avenues and not us. I can't be bothered to deal with their leader to bring me before the White Creed Council again."

Hiroverse: Fenix Tear Zero

Back then, in the Imperial Palace

Craïstine Shangri-La watched the court proceedings with the usual disinterest she usually had. Members of the Fenix Tear appeared, as spiritual projections as were their wont, and she almost interfered with her son, Siegrain, prosecuting one of them. But since nothing came out of it, she stayed her hand.

Then came him, this Aki Kunihasa.

She knew him, of course. Likely better than the boy knew himself, at that. She watched the court proceedings until Alice, her perfect little girl sought to interfere. She was such a precious thing, championing unintentionally for his little project. If HE wanted his spawn kept out of her court, he should've taken far more care. But make a pressing case for him, her darling daughter did, and with a small lift of her fingers to show her approval, she allowed it.

Until everything went wrong.

The ghost following the boy, because of course she could see the girl, went feral. It was nothing disastrous, nothing she should herself interfere her in. Because she was likely the only one who could perceive the shadow causing it. Damn that man. If he ever appeared in her palace again, she'd gut him. Bloody fucking fool.

But Craïstine Shangri-La watched the whole scene unfold behind her silk screen, finally responding to her son and heir Jellal: "My foreknowledge didn't tell me this, no... but nothing that has transpired disturbs anything that would jepardize your ascension. Son." She laid a comforting hand on the back of Jellal's hand.

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In the present, with the main Fenix Tear Group

Valerie had felt a headache ever since they disembarked from Fenix Tear's admittedly magnificent airship onto Fiore soil. Why had Mizore given her this toil? To lead an actual S-Rank mission. She wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility! But... but she knew it was coming up eventually, so she had to just pull herself up by the bootstraps. As she was lost in her thoughts, Yozora came back with a surprise purchase of what she called an Exceed. A cat with wings, how peculiar. Then Grae suggested they all split up, which as team leader in a completely foreign land, Val found both wise and idiotic at the same time. They could certainly find out more about their mission's circumstances, especially if SHE went playing her songs in a tavern. Everyone was talkative and willing to share the news with a foreign bard.

As Valerie was musing the aspects of Grae's plan, she didn't notice the entire world itself stop as if the sand in an hourglass halted mid-fall. But Val knew immediately who was behind this. She had experienced this same cessation of time many times before.*

"'Nia! This isn't funny! I'm on a mission, for my guild! Stop it!" Valerie yelled out into the stopped space, feeling creeped out by everyone's frozen faces. She spun around a few times, trying to find the perpetrator. On her third full spin, Valerie found her. A small girl of ten, with skin as black as ink, blood red hair like herself, two goat-like horns jutting and from there following the crest of her head, and those fainted, white, peculiar scars like crosses that were etched onto every part of her hairline, except her pitch black forehead.

"You will find what you seek, Val, but be careful. I will try to calm the spirit with him, but I can make no guarantees." And as soon as that creepy child made her creepy announcement, she was gone and time resumed. Val exhaled deeply, mostly to let out her frustations.

"Alright. Grae is right. We should gather more information about our target. We're in a foreign land, after all. But unlike Grae suggested... Aiko, you can come with me or not, I won't force you. i'm going to a tavern or a few to collect info. Everyone loves a foreign bard."

Hiroverse: Fenix Tear Zero

As the party was starting to get onto its first stages of rowdiness and the guild members were getting their cups of alcohol, Valerie walked down the stairs down to the messhall, a fiddle and bow in hand. A party required lively music, not the melodic beauty of her harp. Her regular harp, not Chiron. That majestic instrument wasn't meant to entertain. Hopping onto the bar counter with practised ease of having done it countless times before, Val placed the fiddle into the crook of her neck and began to play. A lively FIorean jig, commemorating Ur's recent and no doubt hair-pullingly tedious trip to the western continent to meet with the Magic Council. Val's legs kicked left and right in tandem with the jig as she recalled how she came to be here.

Two years she'd been a member of Fenix Tear. Two years since she left home and her dear mother told her at the gates not to return until "she learned how to behave". Well, she didn't say that exactly, but that's what she meant. Kind of her to give her a stipend on her way, though. She figured the solution was obvious: join a guild. What guilds were there in Hizore? Fenix Tear was the only one she knew of without asking around, so there she went. She's learned since that the S-Class members of the guild vet their members, but her entry to the guild was approved right then and there the moment she walked in by Ur herself. Val wondered if Ur knew her, or her family, but she never mentioned it. The rest of the guild, not even the S-Class members seemed to be aware of where she came from.

And what a blissful thing their ignorance was. A life of freedom and adventure beckoned her to Fenix Tear and there she'd found her place as the guild's resident bard. She knew how to play before, but certainly not bawdy jigs and risque ballads she's learned since then.

Ur's announcement of a new guild member drew her gaze and the first thing she noticed about this Aki was his red hair. Like hers! How nice. Fenix Tear needed more redheads. Though, it made her wonder. Red hair could be either a blessing or a curse, given how much people put stock on it being a sign of a good lineage (thanks a lot, Firelord). Gods know how much it wanted to make her pull her own hair out when she was younger. She hoped the boy would take it in stride.

Val snapped out of her reminiscencing and surveyed the room. Voss and his fan club, check. She did find the man very pretty, but found the concept of fawning over the man quite a bit too much. Give the poor man a little space. And there was Gray at the very bar she was dancing on, having a drink. Sterling was an apt name for the man, given how his eyes shone at the mention of profit. No surprise given his family history. Double check. Then Mizore, technically her superior in the guild thanks to their healing inclinations, making an appearance and putting on a lewd display and courting Voss and Gray into a shady mansion raid. Triple check.

Who she didn't account for was the Guild second-in-command Ifrit coming down from his perch to admonish his fellow S-class and subordinates. Not the admonishing part, S-Class were always at odds with one another. It was making an appearance at all that surprised Val. Usually he didn't bother.

But Val continued to play and dance uninterrupted despite her musings, filling the messhall with lively music as she oft did.

Hiroverse: Fenix Tear Zero

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__________________________________________________________________________________ Name: Valerie Velvet | Age: 16yo | Race: Human | Rank: 1st Class | Role: Bard Personality Spunky, wild and a free spirit above all else, Valerie is a bundle of energy life can never put down for long. She's enthuastic about all things new, be they complex or mundane. It shows in her carefree approach to all things in her life, though it does sometimes make her come off as brash or ditzy. But overall, she has a big heart with an even bigger space for everyone inside it.

Fairytale Fairytale _______________________________________________________________________________ [+] STORYLOCKED BY GM Artisery Artisery _______________________________________________________________________________ [+] Val is a musician above all else, with knowledge to how play her lyre and numerous other instruments. She can also sing and dance like a starlet, her voice and posture considered heavenly by onlookers. Magecraft Magecraft _______________________________________________________________________________ [+] Caster & Holder Heavenly Body Magic | Sound Healing Magic Valerie conjures an enchanted pillar of light, creating a quiverless bow from Heavenly Body Magic – assisted with multilayered sigils to shoot like a sniper in 3km, this heavenly bow is called Chiron. Spells Pleiades are six homing arrows Grand Chariot is the signature seven star arrows from Chiron Rho Aias is an enchanted octagon barrier that heals & parry Jiu Leixing are nine novenary thunder star sword arrowbombs Valerie is the Bard of the guild & wields a lyrebow – called David's Lyre. Enchantments Concept Enchantment is achieved by playing the Lyrebow, Valerie then delivers stats buffs & healing for the Team. Wound Enchantment allows Valerie to ignore defenses by stacking up wounds Parameters Parameters _______________________________________________________________________________ [+] Second Origin | Enchanter | Ancient | Caster/Holder

Fairy Tail: Fenix Tear, A Crimson Song Upon Azure Skies

Indeed, the King was watching...

Before Azuria's speech in the Guild Hall, a number of Fenix Tear's members had been called for attendance in the Crèmisi Empire's Royal Castle: a massive pagoda that seemed to defy both the laws of physics and magic in the height it reached, and the sprawling maze-like settlement that extended its way for miles around the space. The buildings in the settlement, depending on the proximity to the pagoda, were either for the residence of either nobles, visiting courtiers, or people of otherwise higher status to spend their nights in, or for the army of servants, scribes and key officials needed to keep a ship as mighty as the Le Lendard's Imperial Castle afloat.

The members of Fenix Tear present were as thus: Dolores, Ifrit, Zeire, Kotaro, and Conq. The former four had been chosen listen to the particulars of whatever request the Sorcerer King herself had deigned to make of the guild. The unranked mage of no particular value, the old hand Conq, was only present because he was the only member of the guild actually familiar with the western continent-influenced courtesies of a court like Le Lendard.

"Do it as I do, one leg extended behind the other while bowing as deep as you can. I'm the first one speaking, so only I need to do it right. Though, Dolores, I expect you'd know, given... well, y'know..." The elderly guild member wisely decided to shut up before the grand twin doors to the throne room. The throne room was decidedly empty of both guards and petitioners, save for a red-headed young woman clad in armor standing in position by the foot of the stairs leading to the throne.

Tap... tap... tap... A rhythmic tapping of metal of stone. Then from behind a curtain she appeared. Long, crimson hair woven into intricate weaves and braids, clad in resplendent armor shined to dazzling, a circlet of golden and studded gems representing immeasurable wealth on her head, a flowing cape of the same hue as her hair emblazoned with the coat of her arms of her kingdom, and a mighty staff that tapped against the marble floors with each of her steps.

But for all the splendor that was Empress Craïstine Le Lendard's appearance and posture, the sheer weight of her presence seemed the most pressing and overwhelming. All mages could sense magic, ambient or personal. And the Empress seemed to have amassed a wealth of magic like a dragon hoards gold. It was beyond what felt feasible, or even possible for mortals...

Yet, Conq held his ground. He swallowed and performed the perfectly dignified bow for the Empress while indicating the others to follow suit as best as they can. "Your Imperial Majesty, you are as radiant as you were a hundred years ago."

The Sorcerer King raised her brows just the tiniest fraction before she asked: "Have we met before, Sir?"

"No. I've only seen Your Royal Highness at parades back then."

Fairy Tail: Fenix Tear, A Crimson Song Upon Azure Skies

Conq
Conq

A g e: 120 | R a n k: Unranked

^{R e n d i t i o n} :
Conq is an old hand, leaving a mellow and lackadaisical lifestyle that leaves him content to watch events and lives unfold from the sidelines. He has no particular wish to engage, happy to deflect and delegate tasks to other guild members. Some may call it laziness, he prefers the much more apt term (to him) of "enjoying his twilight years". But if there's one thing that moves him, it's his studious nature: A common sight is to see him devour tomes on magical theory in the guild's library when he's not doing his actual job in the guild as Zeire's senior aide. Akin to a carefree grandpa to the guild's more normally aging members (and even to those who aren't), Conq is always willing to spin tales of his youth, whether it's calling himself a gladiator in one contradictory story and an astrologer in the next. Looks can be deceiving, however, as the old man possesses a sharp wit and shrewd cunning that often goes missed.

^{A d v e n t u r e} :
Indeed, as often as Conq tells farcical tales of his youth, some solid facts remain: In his childhood, he was assigned to be a page to a knight who died protecting him. Abandoning dreams of knighthood upon his disgrace, he became a vagrant. Conq traveled across the continent, seemingly with no particular direction in life. His only companion was a suitcase containing his only constant companion: the set of armor worn by his knightly liege before his death, immaculately well taken care of and maintained. Over his journey, he stumbled upon a gang of hoodlums and upon the gang's dissolution, took one of the youths under his wing. Eventually, his travels led to Fenix Tear a few months after its conception and he joined not just to spend the rest of his days in one place instead of on the road, but to give his young charge a chance at a home.

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'M a g i c'
'M a g i c'

^Multiply :
Conq's Magic is a simple support-type. Multiply allows him to multiply the output of other people and magic item's spells. Conq has never tried to find the upper limit of his magic as above a certain threshold, all spells fizzle out. The further along he multiplies, however, the more his magic usage taxes him. The limit then to other people's spells comes from the original caster's ability to control the increased output. Upon losing control of the spell, the spell is simply collapses at best or deals a harsh negative backlash at worst. Magic items simply shatter upon being enhanced too far.
✧ Spell Name: Multiply
Conq needs to be in physical contact with a Mage or a magic item as a spell is being prepared. He decrees the degree of multiplication and the spell takes effect.
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'W o r k s h o p'
'W o r k s h o p'

^{Spartan Retreat} :
Despite Conq's claims of living out his twilight years the best he can, his room is a fairly spartan room akin to a military barracks. A simple bed, an armor rack for his liege's armor, a work station to maintain said armor, and a reading desk.

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^{B e s t o w m e n t} :

Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead)

Here's the Mikaela image again.

Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead)

Name: Mikaela Angelos
Age: 17
Physical Description:

Mikaela ref

Important items:
A penknife, too small and too blunt to be used as a weapon by anyone except the truly desperate. Works just fine on letters, however.

Short Bio: Mikaela wasn't dealt the best of hands growing up. Parents who spent much of her childhood working overseas, returning home for brief periods trying to buy her love with gifts, only to leave her again. Mikaela was raised by various relatives, all whom never really connected to the gloomy girl. This coupled with the bullying she faced at school led her to a perpetual life online. Online, she wasn't shunned for what her bullies called a privileged childhood, where she could express herself freely without being told to "speak up". So when an offer to enter the Digital World is presented to her, it comes off as a dream come true, an escapist's paradise. Time will tell has she made the right choice.

Personality: A sheltered child now a distant teen, Mikaela puts on a face of indifference to hide whatever she feels or thinks. This has others think of her as air-headed, aloof or just plain shy. Her mask is her armor designed to disarm the barbs of her bullies' insults. After all, if she gives off no reaction to whatever insults they throw at her, they'll grow bored of her. This tactic has served her well in life in school and without it.

But Mikaela is more than just the shell she expresses outwards. In the safe confines of her room and the online world linked to it, she can be witty (through text!), passionate about her various creative hobbies, competitive, and sometimes she might even crack a joke.

An armor of forced calm wrapped around precarious, fragile happiness borne in isolation.

Skills: Nothing of note.

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Name: Ghostmon

Age: Unknown

Physical Description:


Type: Data

Personality: Ghostmon is a mischievous but energetic little soul, a trickster finding amusement by pulling pranks on the unsuspecting Digimon around her. She finds enjoyment laughing at those fallen for her pranks, though she got in trouble for them more times than she cares to count, the attention garnered was always worth it. As a trickster of sorts, she tends to come off as mean or insulting towards others, finding amusement in their misery as a result of her pranks.

Deep down, however, she is simply a lonely soul. With no past to look back on, and no one to normally notice her or be with her, she had only felt the pains of isolation for so long. The only thing alleviating this pain was her own self-amusement at the expense of others. What she wants above all else is someone to finally notice her and befriend her, to finally be free of her loneliness and feel true sincere happiness.

Short Bio: She had no memory of what she was like when she died. No memory of what her form was like, if she was a rookie, a champion, or maybe even an ultimate, or why she remains as a ghost. Normally, when a Digimon dies, their data reformats into a digi-egg, a sort of reincarnation for those who are decent Digimon to begin with, or they are cast into the Dark area for their sins. Yet she had neither fate befall her and instead became a wandering ghost-type. With nothing left to do and no real links to whatever past she may have had, she spent her time haunting the forests and pulling pranks on other Digimon, a coping mechanism to fight back how lonely she felt deep down. One day, however, she was found by an angel holding a strange necklace, the light reflecting off its surface phasing right through her ghostly self. The angel, Lucemon, claimed that she was looking for her, and offered a giving her a friend in exchange for her service. Curious as to why Lucemon would be looking for her in particular - a link to her past perhaps - and tempted by a desire to have a friend at last, she accepted his offer, leading her to a human woman who Lucemon deemed her partner and friend, Mikaela Angelo.

Powers:

Little Plasma: Fires weak energy shots from its palms.

Jack Raid: Turns transparent moments before charging and crashing into the enemy, striking them from behind while they are confused. (The cooldown for this attack is immediate.)

Future Evolutions: Mokumon > Petit Meramon > Ghostmon > Witchmon > Archnemon > Beelstarmon

Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead)

Name: Mikaela Angelos
Age: 17
Physical Description:

Mikaela ref

Important items:
A penknife, too small and too blunt to be used as a weapon by anyone except the truly desperate. Works just fine on letters, however.

Short Bio: Mikaela wasn't dealt the best of hands growing up. Parents who spent much of her childhood working overseas, returning home for brief periods trying to buy her love with gifts, only to leave her again. Mikaela was raised by various relatives, all whom never really connected to the gloomy girl. This coupled with the bullying she faced at school led her to a perpetual life online. Online, she wasn't shunned for what her bullies called a privileged childhood, where she could express herself freely without being told to "speak up". So when an offer to enter the Digital World is presented to her, it comes off as a dream come true, an escapist's paradise. Time will tell has she made the right choice.
Personality: A sheltered child now a distant teen, Mikaela puts on a face of indifference to hide whatever she feels or thinks. This has others think of her as air-headed, aloof or just plain shy. Her mask is her armor designed to disarm the barbs of her bullies' insults. After all, if she gives off no reaction to whatever insults they throw at her, they'll grow bored of her. This tactic has served her well in life in school and without it.

But Mikaela is more than just the shell she expresses outwards. In the safe confines of her room and the online world linked to it, she can be witty (through text!), passionate about her various creative hobbies, competitive, and sometimes she might even crack a joke.

An armor of forced calm wrapped around precarious, fragile happiness borne in isolation.

Skills: Nothing of note.

Name: Ghostmon

Age: Unknown

Physical Description:


Type: Data

Personality: Ghostmon is a mischievous but energetic little soul, a trickster finding amusement by pulling pranks on the unsuspecting Digimon around her. She finds enjoyment laughing at those fallen for her pranks, though she got in trouble for them more times than she cares to count, the attention garnered was always worth it. As a trickster of sorts, she tends to come off as mean or insulting towards others, finding amusement in their misery as a result of her pranks.

Deep down, however, she is simply a lonely soul. With no past to look back on, and no one to normally notice her or be with her, she had only felt the pains of isolation for so long. The only thing alleviating this pain was her own self-amusement at the expense of others. What she wants above all else is someone to finally notice her and befriend her, to finally be free of her loneliness and feel true sincere happiness.

Short Bio: She had no memory of what she was like when she died. No memory of what her form was like, if she was a rookie, a champion, or maybe even an ultimate, or why she remains as a ghost. Normally, when a Digimon dies, their data reformats into a digi-egg, a sort of reincarnation for those who are decent Digimon to begin with, or they are cast into the Dark area for their sins. Yet she had neither fate befall her and instead became a wandering ghost-type. With nothing left to do and no real links to whatever past she may have had, she spent her time haunting the forests and pulling pranks on other Digimon, a coping mechanism to fight back how lonely she felt deep down. One day, however, she was found by an angel holding a strange necklace, the light reflecting off its surface phasing right through her ghostly self. The angel, Lucemon, claimed that she was looking for her, and offered a giving her a friend in exchange for her service. Curious as to why Lucemon would be looking for her in particular - a link to her past perhaps - and tempted by a desire to have a friend at last, she accepted his offer, leading her to a human woman who Lucemon deemed her partner and friend, Mikaela Angelo.

Powers:

Little Plasma: Fires weak energy shots from its palms.

Jack Raid: Turns transparent moments before charging and crashing into the enemy, striking them from behind while they are confused. (The cooldown for this attack is immediate.)

Future Evolutions: Mokumon > Petit Meramon > Ghostmon > Witchmon > Archnemon > Beelstarmon