SleepingSilence

Digimon Story: Project F [Closed]

Posted. Better late than never. ;D

Digimon Story: Project F [Closed]

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Asher could feel the liquid hitting his forehead. Was he lying on the ceiling? No, that implied there were any walls in the empty darkness that he inhabited. Observing his father floating on his back while wearing his work clothes, surrounded in a deep ocean of whiskey. The only sound came from his father’s whimpering cries. His body felt as hard as the booze, unable to even lift the tips of his fingers. Calling out wouldn’t give him an answer, it never did. So he just calmly waited until he fell asleep, silently counting the seconds passing by. The father stretched out his jaw wide, looking like he dislocated it. Asher’s eyes screamed at the sight. Alcohol began seeping into his mouth and starting sinking him deeper beneath the surface, no longer in view...Drip. Drip.

Asher blinked and rubbed his eyes. Seeing his classroom and fellow classmates. “Huh? Was I daydreaming again?”

Noticing a blue book had been placed on his desk. Hearing the teacher warning them about digimon using the restrooms. Unconsciously wiping the dampness from his forehead and nose with his jacket’s sleeve. He glanced at the drooling Peti-Meramon sleeping on his head. Prodding his partner digimon awake with his index finger, feeling mild warmth despite the appearances of being a sentient fireball. Vulcan glared down, letting out a humph. Hopping off his head and snuggling into the jacket hood.

“Sorry lil buddy. Your mouth was running like a leaky faucet.” Asher whispered, looking over his shoulder. Vulcan was chewing on his hood, speaking inaudibly. "My jacket isn’t edible either.” He chided half-heartedly still trying to not interrupt the teacher currently speaking. Vulcan spit out the jacket, pouting while the flames grew and began waving about frantically.

“I said what’s that supposed to mean!?” He muttered in a grumpy tone.

Asher smiled, replying kindly. “Try to chill a little.” Vulcan seemed stunned in response, seeming to calm down. He picked up the book and started flipping through the pages, able to absorb the information before they could be reasonably read aloud. The lecture lasted several hours, and when Vulcan wasn’t mindlessly chewing his jacket. He was loudly chiming in his thoughts of the class.

“So boring!” Asher could only shush him, rubbing the back of his neck. Which his partner begrudgingly compiled with, for a short while. Speaking up again loudly, being the last one that needed to be escorted to the restroom. Trying his best to focus and not let the many questions distract him further, until the word lunch suddenly sparked Vulcan’s interest. Once class had ended, Asher stood up from his seat, following Mr.Mameo to the Arena with the rest of the class. Realizing he hadn't really paid attention to his surroundings, getting a better look at the other students and their digimon as they interacted with each other.

“I want food now!” Vulcan demanded while starting squirm around hyperactively, rambling on still barely understandable with the jacket stuffed in his mouth.

“You need a pacifier, before I require a new jacket…” Asher thought while letting out a sigh, still speaking in a reassuring tone. “Don’t worry, we’ll be eating soon.” Asher said reaching over his shoulders and picking him up and carrying him in his folded arms. Vulcan stopped squirming after a few seconds and grumbled. “Soon isn’t soon enough.”

Digimon Story: Project F [Closed]

I guess I need to get a post up soon. I have a few things I need to do first, but it can be expected by tonight.

What Are You Listening To?

Digimon Story: Project F [Closed]

Asher Shaw

*Closest Approximation*

"Try to chill a little..."

Age: 16
Gender: Male
Height: 5’11 (Feet and inches.)
Build: Average (160 pounds)
Digivice Color: Bright Orange

Personality: Asher is notably wise, given his age. He stays out of trouble and respects authority. He doesn’t even curse. He is very patient, and reacts calmly to even the most disastrous situations. Is sensitive to others problems and does his best to empathize. Doing his best to cooperate with others and rationalize his point of view. He makes an effort to be clean, though needing a tight schedule for help. Very hardworking and studious, all to fulfill his potential.

He seems absent-minded at times, frequently daydreaming and having nightmares. But is very reserved and keeps his own emotions quiet. Preferring to not bother others with his problems, only speaking concisely and logically. Hardly ever having a scowl, or smile on his face. He’s only noticeably uncomfortable around religious themes and conversations involving his mother.

He is quite forgetful in general, needing a detailed schedule. He doesn’t remember faces. He doesn’t remember birthdays, due dates, names. Very cautious to trying new things. Especially anything he’d consider dangerous or morally wrong. He’s let others high expectations of him go to his head a bit. Acting rather conceited, often looking down upon people he sees as lazy. He can occasionally be petty, which usually means receiving a very cold shoulder.

Appearance: Often wearing cooler colors, blues, greens, grays and whites. He has no birthmarks or much distinguishing him out of the crowd. He occasionally wears hoodies with ears or tails, only because they personally amuse him. He doesn’t have any piercings or tattoos, nor does he want them. His posture is often relaxed, unless in the presence of an authority figure. Often having a blank or absent expression. He has a habit of rubbing his eyes and may have dark circles under his eyelids from bad dreams.

Unlike the picture. His hair is longer, reaching his neck. Colored white, as is his eyes.

Backstory: Growing up in the Midwest. His parents were both workaholics and obsessed with furthering their careers. Neither having any families or non-work relationships to worry about. Both seemed to love the other for their intense passion in disregard for others, even staying engaged for an absurdly long time before getting married. The father was a Chief of Medicine, and the mother was a real estate agent. The child was considered a blessing, even though it was a mistake. She passed away due to poor health, when Asher was very young. Asher didn’t have a single real memory of his mother. Only having the recordings and pictures she left behind. But through his father's wealth and mother’s insurance policy that never had financial troubles. He lived a content and sheltered life through private and old-fashioned religious school due to his mother's wishes and upbringing. Throughout most of his childhood, he wasn’t allowed to play violent video games, watch sexual themes in television or listen to vulgar music. But he never really wanted to anyway.

He was quite sharp, even at a young age and studied hard and wired to keeping a schedule on him at all times. Highly encouraged and perhaps over-zealously pushed into becoming the best and brightest like his father was in school. His father didn’t used physical punishment, but the school certainly did. However, that never became an issue. Because most of the teachers and authority figures really liked him and admired his hard work. The other children were reluctant to bully him, since he was one of the few students to be in the strict teachers good graces. But it also lead to him not really having any friends, but his father had always told him “Friends are replaceable and unnecessary. Knowledge is forever and actually valuable.” Unsurprisingly, not a very good or well-liked man, but he was a decent father.

Though, Asher never honestly believed in a god and his father was never able to ask why god would take away his mother if he actually cared about them? Living upper-middle class didn’t really spoil him into having much, in fact he didn’t have many freedoms growing up at all. Only occasionally treated to junk food and candy. Given books to study and projects to keep his brain occupied. His present for being such a good student and helping the church for multiple summer vacations, a computer and online access that his father trusted him enough to be mostly unfiltered. One thing he frequently pleaded for his father to give him. This made him grow appreciation for art and made him interested in other cultures and languages and helped opened him up. Making him better understand interaction with others, and gave him a sense of humor and pleasures that he didn’t take for granted.

His teens hadn’t really changed him much, even being able to somehow convince his father to give him a cellphone, mostly to help him keep an easy schedule, and teach him how to drive. But it did give him some recurring nightmares that he hadn’t told his father about, who had become more grumpy and bitter. Not to him specifically, always behaving sternly. But about life in general, and is often seen coming home and drinking alcohol more and more often. Occasionally rambling and sobbing in his bedroom all night. The house had a darker atmosphere that was unbearable. He was terrified of losing his father. He did start to question what his purpose in life really was, if he had one at all. He was given the freedom to become any high paying successful job he wanted, but did he actually want that at all? He wasn’t sure anymore. He couldn’t help but feel empty, and in need of something. One day he had received this message from the CEO of Re:DigiWorks, which lead to his life changing forever, that no book could have prepared him for...

It was his fault for signing something when requested by another adult. He had at least a year inside this Project-F. Stuck in an unfamiliar world, with unfamiliar people around his age without many answers to his questions. Despite being near polar opposites of his partner digimon, like magnets they attached to each other quickly than either expected. Acting incredibly close for spending only a little time together, he's one of the few that can calm his most violent tantrums, and keeps him on the straight and narrow. Though Asher couldn't shake the feeling that his partner, had some kind of traumatic past.

Other:
Theme:Falling Inside The Black - Skillet

"Don't make me set you ablaze!

Digimon: Vorvomon

Digimon Name: Vulcan

Personality: Passionate to a fault, he is very active and is usually ready to do anything, anytime. He is very daring, fearlessly being able to jump into a fight or dangerous situation. Very strong, not just physically but mentally unwavering. His sense of loyalty is rarely earned, but he'll not abandon those he’s closest to. Oddly, he has prided himself on never once telling a lie and will always be honest.

Also, aggressive to a fault. But not always negatively, if he’s being friendly or is in a good mood. He’ll be quite lively and playful. Enjoying some rough-housing. He is also outspoken, and will not let a single thought of his go unsaid. His stubborn behavior is very child-like. Although usually not particularly dangerous, highly emotional and can become unpredictable.

Without his partner, he wouldn’t have morals to speak of. Amoral in nature and Hedonism is what drives most of his decisions. His anger can build up from seemingly innocuous statements made by himself or others. Though he can cool down just as quickly. Often threatening to set things ablaze, thankfully more often than he does it. But can still be needlessly destructive. Usually reserved for people who mean him (and those he’s close to) harm, becoming rather brutally violent and would likely be considered crossing lines to those morally sensitive.

Digivolution Line |

• Punimon
• Peti-Meramon
• Vorvomon
• Lavorvomon
• Lavogaritamon
• Volcanicdramon

Other:
Theme:Invincible -Adelitas Way

Digimon Story: Project F [Closed]

Hopefully this isn't a huge mess. Worked on this absurdly late at night, when I should have been sleeping. But I finished most of it. The question, of how long do we know our partners in our first post is still needed to know if I need to add anything there. (I'd prefer to skip the formalities, and have been together at least for a bit. But that's just me.)

Asher

Asher Shaw

)

"Try to chill a little..."

Age: 16
Gender: Male
Height: 5’11 (Feet and inches.)
Build: Average (160 pounds)
Digivice Color: Bright Orange

Personality: Asher is notably wise, given his age. He stays out of trouble and respects authority. He doesn’t even curse. He is very patient, and reacts calmly to even the most disastrous situations. Is sensitive to others problems and does his best to empathize. Doing his best to cooperate with others and rationalize his point of view. He makes an effort to be clean, though needing a tight schedule for help. Very hardworking and studious, all to fulfill his potential.

He seems absent-minded at times, frequently daydreaming and having nightmares. But is very reserved and keeps his own emotions quiet. Preferring to not bother others with his problems, only speaking concisely and logically. Hardly ever having a scowl, or smile on his face. He’s only noticeably uncomfortable around religious themes and conversations involving his mother.

He is quite forgetful in general, needing a detailed schedule. He doesn’t remember faces. He doesn’t remember birthdays, due dates, names. Very cautious to trying new things. Especially anything he’d consider dangerous or morally wrong. He’s let others high expectations of him go to his head a bit. Acting rather conceited, often looking down upon people he sees as lazy. He can occasionally be petty, which usually means receiving a very cold shoulder.

Appearance: Often wearing cooler colors, blues, greens, grays and whites. He has no birthmarks or much distinguishing him out of the crowd. He occasionally wears hoodies with ears or tails, only because they personally amuse him. He doesn’t have any piercings or tattoos, nor does he want them. His posture is often relaxed, unless in the presence of an authority figure. Often having a blank or absent expression. He has a habit of rubbing his eyes and may have dark circles under his eyelids from bad dreams.

Backstory: Growing up in the Midwest. His parents were both workaholics and obsessed with furthering their careers. Neither having any families or non-work relationships to worry about. Both seemed to love the other for their intense passion in disregard for others, even staying engaged for an absurdly long time before getting married. The father was a Chief of Medicine, and the mother was a real estate agent. The child was considered a blessing, even though it was a mistake. She passed away due to poor health, when Asher was very young. Asher didn’t have a single real memory of his mother. Only having the recordings and pictures she left behind. But through his father's wealth and mother’s insurance policy that never had financial troubles. He lived a content and sheltered life through private and old-fashioned religious school due to his mother's wishes and upbringing. Throughout most of his childhood, he wasn’t allowed to play violent video games, watch sexual themes in television or listen to vulgar music. But he never really wanted to anyway.

He was quite sharp, even at a young age and studied hard and wired to keeping a schedule on him at all times. Highly encouraged and perhaps over-zealously pushed into becoming the best and brightest like his father was in school. His father didn’t used physical punishment, but the school certainly did. However, that never became an issue. Because most of the teachers and authority figures really liked him and admired his hard work. The other children were reluctant to bully him, since he was one of the few students to be in the strict teachers good graces. But it also lead to him not really having any friends, but his father had always told him “Friends are replaceable and unnecessary. Knowledge is forever and actually valuable.” Unsurprisingly, not a very good or well-liked man, but he was a decent father.

Though, Asher never honestly believed in a god and his father was never able to ask why god would take away his mother if he actually cared about them? Living upper-middle class didn’t really spoil him into having much, in fact he didn’t have many freedoms growing up at all. Only occasionally treated to junk food and candy. Given books to study and projects to keep his brain occupied. His present for being such a good student and helping the church for multiple summer vacations, a computer and online access that his father trusted him enough to be mostly unfiltered. One thing he frequently pleaded for his father to give him. This made him grow appreciation for art and made him interested in other cultures and languages and helped opened him up. Making him better understand interaction with others, and gave him a sense of humor and pleasures that he didn’t take for granted.

His teens hadn’t really changed him much, even being able to somehow convince his father to give him a cellphone, mostly to help him keep an easy schedule, and teach him how to drive. But it did give him some recurring nightmares that he hadn’t told his father about, who had become more grumpy and bitter. Not to him specifically, always behaving sternly. But about life in general, and is often seen coming home and drinking alcohol more and more often. Occasionally rambling and sobbing in his bedroom all night. The house had a darker atmosphere that was unbearable. He was terrified of losing his father. He did start to question what his purpose in life really was, if he had one at all. He was given the freedom to become any high paying successful job he wanted, but did he actually want that at all? He wasn’t sure anymore. He couldn’t help but feel empty, and in need of something. One day he had received this message from the CEO of Re:DigiWorks, which lead to his life changing forever, that no book could have prepared him for...

It was his fault for signing something when requested by another adult. He had at least a year inside this Project-F. Stuck in an unfamiliar world, with unfamiliar people around his age without many answers to his questions. Despite being near polar opposites of his partner digimon, like magnets they attached to each other quickly than either expected. Acting incredibly close for spending only a little time together, he's one of the few that can calm his most violent tantrums, and keeps him on the straight and narrow. Though Asher couldn't shake the feeling that his partner, had some kind of traumatic past.

Other:
Theme:Falling Inside The Black - Skillet

"Don't make me set you ablaze!

Digimon: Vorvomon

Digimon Name: Vulcan
Personality: Passionate to a fault, he is very active and is usually ready to do anything, anytime. He is very daring, fearlessly being able to jump into a fight or dangerous situation. Very strong, not just physically but mentally unwavering. His sense of loyalty is rarely earned, but he'll not abandon those he’s closest to. Oddly, he has prided himself on never once telling a lie and will always be honest.

Also, aggressive to a fault. But not always negatively, if he’s being friendly or is in a good mood. He’ll be quite lively and playful. Enjoying some rough-housing. He is also outspoken, and will not let a single thought of his go unsaid. His stubborn behavior is very child-like. Although usually not particularly dangerous, highly emotional and can become unpredictable.

Without his partner, he wouldn’t have morals to speak of. Amoral in nature and Hedonism is what drives most of his decisions. His anger can build up from seemingly innocuous statements made by himself or others. Though he can cool down just as quickly. Often threatening to set things ablaze, thankfully more often than he does it. But can still be needlessly destructive. Usually reserved for people who mean him (and those he’s close to) harm, becoming rather brutally violent and would likely be considered crossing lines to those morally sensitive.

Digivolution Line |

• Punimon
• Peti-Meramon
• Vorvomon
• Lavorvomon
• Lavogaritamon
• Volcanicdramon

Other:
Theme:Invincible -Adelitas Way

Digimon Story: Project F [Closed]

Max does not drink any kind of alcohol, at all. It has only caused him nothing but trouble in his life. He is also uneasy in situations where other people are drinking...

It is because of his father, that Max refuses to drink any type of alcohol.

@Crimson Flame

I'm quite tired. So forgive me, but it's the first thing that popped into my head/caught my eye.

I sure hope he isn't drinking. He's only 19. xP

(I kid. Will probably read in full tomorrow.)

Digimon Story: Project F [Closed]

If you do not post within a solid week without cause or explanation, I will kill you off and open your spot.

@Renny

Take after my own heart, good sir.

And yes, I wanted to ask if you had any off-limit digimon? (And if they had to all be rookies to start.) So if someone wanted a virus-type/typically villain digimon, or wanted in-training or champion level. (If it still was reasonable within the plot.)

Digimon Story: Project F

I exist and may be interested, probably.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I lost my brother just 5 months after graduating high school, he was 24.

@Tyler Night

My condolences.

@HaleyTheRandom It's not all bad. Gave me and all my friends and family really good senses of humor. Dark humor to be precise. ;D