Stern Algorithm

Jigokuraku Academy

Haruishi Mari

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Mari looked at the girl with pink hair, and gave her a bit of a smug smile, glad to see someone else who was outspoken and shared her ideals, however Azukina spoke up again, drawing Mari's attention again. Listening to her words again, this time more calmly, Mari heard the measured even arguments she was making. And it infuriated Mari. Because it became clear where Azukina received such nuanced knowledge and experience. She was of heroic lineage. Mari had a negative view of pro hero culture, because there were so many that they deemed 'beneath them' to save. It was about points, about fame, about flashy victories against villains, and fighting disasters. They let so many victims from 'low-profile' crimes slip through the cracks because they were too much effort for too little reward with regard to money and clout gained. Yet this did not invalidate what Azukina was saying. If Mari was here to learn how to be a hero, then it made sense to learn from heroes, and to learn from those who had learned from heroes. So if anything, despite Mari's negative feelings for Azukina's lineage, it only made Azukina's words more valid. But this didn't diminish Mari's resentment of Azukina. Her arrogance, cocksure attitude, and callous disregard of those 'less capable' of contributing directly to the goals of the exam only reinforced the stereotype of pro heroes for Mari. "Must be nice at the top," Mari thought to herself, and turned her attention back to the growing group, though Azukina's words stuck with Mari.

Mari nodded, acknowledging Houki and Minami's desire to remain in the team, while welcoming Shun and Shiki, listening to their explanations of their quirks. "I have a running quirk myself," Mari added, but she doubted there was enough time to have Shiki jack into everyone to share all their quirk information, though Shun seemed willing to try it.

Suddenly, a shy-looking girl spoke out uncharacteristically. But rather than her words, Mari's eyes were drawn to Sumi's limbs. Were those prosthetics. She remembered from history lessons, before the birth of quirks, such prosthetics were most likely the result of injuries sustained during war. Had the world become a warzone? Yet it made Mari pay more attention to the girl's words. Whereas Azukina came from a place of privilege, here was a girl who didn't let her disadvantages stop her from achieving her dreams. But then Sumi called out Mari, and her delinquent-looking friend backed her up.

Mari flushed in embarrassment, realizing how easily she had defaulted to aggression. Just because things didn't make sense to her, just because the way she thought things should be was being challenged, she had lashed out. The fruit doesn't fall far from the tree. "I'm...sorry, for my aggressive behavior," Mari said, for once quietly, almost sheepishly, as she tilted her head in Sumi and Natsuki's direction, even sending her gaze towards Azukina and Hiroki, trying to project her apology in their direction as well, though she doubted they would notice.

Mari took a deep breath, and said, "The girl with black and white hair isn't wrong. I hate to have gathered everyone here only to split up, but this area is pretty large, now that I look at it. It might make more sense to split up into smaller civilian rescue groups, maybe in pairs. Those who can fight, myself included, should patrol the rescue pairs, making sure there are no villains impeding their progress. Support quirks, well I won't tell you how to use your quirks, but support the rescue teams or the anti-villain teams as you see fit. Speaking of..."

Mari turned towards Kaito. She didn't quite catch what had happened between them, so she didn't know what she was getting herself into, "Guitar man! If you're a support hero, we'd welcome your assistance!"

Guitar Man

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

Hey all, just wanted to give a heads up, I'm traveling right now and it will be difficult for me to keep up with posts for a week or so.

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Hey all, just wanted to give a heads up, I'm traveling right now and it will be difficult for me to keep up with posts for a week or so.

My 'Hero' Academia - Devil's Due

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Hey There, Kid! - Digimon Adventure 01-Themed Roleplay

Ishaq Islam; Crest of Sincerity

Ishaq Islam

”...yes. I'm [happy] to be of service...”

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Name: Ishaq Islam
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Crest: Sincerity
Crest/Digivice Color: Bright Green
Appearance Details

Ishaq has dark skin, dull, red eyes, and short, white hair that he puts no effort into maintaining. Unlike his name, which means 'smile', or 'laugh', Ishaq often wears a tired, expressionless visage; an impenetrable poker face to those who don't know him. Still, he fulfills requests and expectations without complaint, as seen as mostly agreeable. Though he does not participate in any sport per se, his tendency to perform various tasks, menial and labor-intensive included, has kept him well enough in shape. Being slightly taller than his peers has caused him to be likened to an ox, or a robot, though his slight, lazy slouch does take a few inches off.

Though he does not give off the impression that he is hiding anything, most people do not understand him, or have no idea what is going on in his head. So while his manner does not cause people to necessarily distrust him, his supreme lack of input is off-putting. Ishaq dresses simply, wearing whatever was decided for him by others, and sports the occasional 'odd-choice'; an unfitting gift from some well-intentioned relative, no doubt. Most of he time, he is seen wearing a loose, baggy t-shirt and similarly loose jeans, with slightly worn out tennis shoes. Ishaq tends to pick comfort and familiarity, and likes how loose clothing obscures his physique. Ishaq often keeps his hands in his pockets.

Personality

Ishaq is someone who has adopted the path of least resistance. Too smart for his own good, Ishaq arrived at various conclusions to the detriment of his own personality. He learned that as a child, he would be judged by adults. As a brother, he would be judged by his siblings. As a student, he would be judged by his teachers. As a classmate he would be judged by his peers. He saw the consequences of those who acted out of line, and he learned the many, many folktales and fables that told him what happened to disobedient and belligerent children. And he was prematurely tired. Tired of fighting the current, tired of trying to have his way when so many other voices were also clamoring to be heard. It was simpler, so much simpler to just go with the flow.

So Ishaq created around himself a world much more draconian than it actually was. He became his own jailer. He became the 'yes man'. He did whatever was expected of him, whatever was requested of him. he would make himself the square peg that fit in the square hole. He made himself reliable. He suppressed his own wants, desires, and opinions because other people had better ideas what was best for him. There was no need to waste energy and act out of line. He just needed to be patient. But in his heart of hearts, he hated himself for what he had forced himself to become.

History Synopsis

Ishaq was born in Morocco, but he immigrated to the United States of America with his family when he was very young, and has fairly vague memories of his homeland. Ishaq was always a quiet, gentle child, with decent grades. From a young age, Ishaq learned that strong personalities tend to clash and create conflict. As the fourth child among seven siblings, and with very close ties to extended family in the form of grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins of all varieties, conflict was a common occurrence for young Ishaq. It didn't help that his family took some 'ethnic pride' in their fiery personalities and stubborn tempers. All Ishaq ever wanted was for the conflict to stop, yet in his attempts to stop it, he found himself becoming just another source of conflict.

Ishaq realized that he lacked self-control. In order to obtain self-control, Ishaq developed a warped sense of morality: Evil was the one who allowed his selfish whims to run unchecked, while Good was the one who did deeds of selflessness, even against his will. So Ishaq set out to erase his 'self'. Ishaq completely missed the point of 'desiring to do good for good's sake'. In his mind, there was an equation, he was in essence, choosing to trade his sense of self for an end to conflict. He was making a deal with higher moral beings to achieve what he saw as perfection of self in return for a peaceful environment. Peace achieved through nihilistic zen. Whenever his suppression of himself seemed to de-escalate a situation, he told himself that holding it in was worth it in the end, but whenever things did not pan out, he chided himself that he hadn't done enough, that the escalation was due to his own inadequacies. In this way, he muddled his way through elementary school, but in middle school, with the coming of adolescence, Ishaq is finding his own bottled rage increasingly more difficult to control.

Misc

• Theme
• As Ishaq's last name suggests, he is Muslim, and this is something that he must contend with, both in the sense of dealing with stereotypes, as well as reaching spiritual peace. Sincerity is a major virtue in Islam; it will be part of Ishaq's journey to truly understand what that means.
• Ishaq likes American Country and Soft Rock.
• Ishaq's favorite food is seafood.
• Ishaq is a bit of a technology nerd, and likes building plastic model robots.

Armadimon

Armadimon

You believe me, don't you?

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Name: Armadimon
Digimon Type: Data
Personality

Armadimon is earnest to a fault, friendly, and empathetic. He always speaks his mind and is quick to compliment others. Unfortunately for Ishaq, Armadimon can easily sense his mood and will often unknowingly reveal Ishaq's dishonesty. Armadimon wants everyone to get along, and will communicate with those he feels are having emotional difficulty.

However, Armadimon can also be quick to criticize, especially if he feels that someone is not 'playing nice with others'. In this way, he can seem like an over-bearing mother at times. He also tends to vocalize general complaints, and be something of a 'captain obvious'.

Digimon Line

Tsubumon → Upamon → Armadimon → Ankylomon → Brachimon → Cannondramon

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Name: Tsubumon
Stage: Fresh
Move List

• Little Iron Beads — Tsubumon attacks an opponent that approaches it by spitting small iron beads.

Name: Upamon
Stage: In-Training
Move List

• Shock Shout — Upamon releases an ultrasonic shout, causing its opponents to flinch.

Name: Armadimon
Stage: Rookie
Move List

• Rolling Stone — Armadimon rolls into a ball and spins into the foe.
• Scratch Beat — Armadimon scratches at the foe with his sharp claws.
• Rigid Block — Armadimon repels attacks by curling into a ball.

Name: Ankylomon
Stage: Champion
Move List

• Megaton Press — Ankylomon leaps into the air and body-slams the enemy, crushing them under its weight.
• Tail Hammer — Ankylomon violently beats the opponent with the iron sphere on the tip of its tail.
• Armor Stampede — Ankylomon charges forward and head-butts the enemy with its massive weight.
• Rhythmical Knock — Ankylomon slams its forefeet down into the ground to cause pillars of earth to shoot up from the ground and slam into the foe.

Name: Brachimon
Stage: Ultimate
Move List

• Sand Shower — Brachimon shoots a stream of sand from its mouth that puts enemies to sleep.
• Hammer Head — Brachimon stabs the opponent with the horn on its head.
• Grave Bone — Brachimon tramples the opponent with its giant feet, burying them underground.
• Guard Rock — Brachimon prevents all damage from next attack done by enemy.

Name: Cannondramon
Stage: Mega
Move List

• Dyna Cannon — Cannondramon fires artillery beams from the three cannons on its back while stationed at an area where enemy attacks cannot reach.
• Grenade Storm — Cannondramon randomly fires grenades from the gun on its front to repel approaching opponents.
• Ultimate Quake — Cannondramon strikes with its gigantic tail, shaking even the earth.
• Gravity Press — Cannondramon raises its entire mass and then flattens its target, allowing it to crush anything, or creates a zone of intense gravity.
• Destroyed Rush — Cannondramon repeatedly strikes the earth at extremely high speed with its left and right forelegs, allowing it to split the solid ground.
• Light Barrier — Cannondramon creates a shield of energy from the cannons on its back that it can also use to encase opponents.
• Spy Focus — Cannondramon uses its high vantage point and cybernetic visor to surveil a large area, increasing the accuracy of it's ranged attacks and attempts to detect hidden or cloaked enemies.

Jigokuraku Academy

Haruishi Mari

It's not time to make a change, just relax, take it easy

@Delta44@ShwiggityShwah@Lugubrious

Her arms still crossed, Mari closed her eyes and heaved a deep sigh. She had gotten caught up in the moment. True, her interpretations of the proctor's intent was, in the end, wishful thinking. While she did peg the dual-colored girl and the boy with jet arms as people who thought only of points, only of pay, only of fighting villains, only of fame, and only of their own 'amazing' quirks, their interpretations were probably closer to the truth. After all, this was what hero society had devolved into. Mari realized that she was being naive to think that Jigokuraku would be any different. She had hoped that they were all rejects like her, in their own way; those who didn't fit the mold of what modern hero society was looking for; that Jigokuraku would be a gathering of those who saw beyond the warped ideals of today, rather than what everyone else thought it was, which was just a school for students scraped from the bottom of the barrel. Yet here she was, not even the first day of school, and getting into a shouting match with her peers. But most painful of all was that the boy with the warm light agreed with the others. if this was the truth, how was he, or the rockstar over there, supposed to succeed in this exam that was clearly biased against support-type quirks?

Mari's eyes opened, her brow furrowing even further. "FINE! It seems there are multiple interpretations for how this exam is supposed to go down. That's fine. Those who want to work alone, feel free to do so. Those who want to work in groups, feel free to do so. Those who care only for fighting villains, that's your prerogative. If you want to mistreat the civilians, you're welcome to it. If all you care about is points, or payscale, or 'winning', that's your personal issue. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe it is what this school is looking for. But I'll stick to my principles, my convictions, and my beliefs, and if I don't make it because of that, then maybe this school isn't the place for me. BUT! No matter how you want to interpet it, heroes DO NOT impede other heroes. No matter how much you feel like winning, if another student already has hold of a dummy, NO ONE is to steal that dummy from them. If a fellow student has claimed a reasonably-sized area to search, and has not requested backup, you are to leave them to their area. ANY USE of underhanded tactics, will be met with EXTREME FORCE! FROM ME! SO! Don't get in OUR way!"

Mari's eyes suddenly widened in alarm. She had unintentionally vowed to defend the 'weakest' among her fellow students, whoever they may be, from having their civilian points stolen by the more capable, whoever they may be. She also realized that attacking a fellow student who was stealing another student's points was pretty hypocritical, but was it hypocrisy when you impeded someone from impeding someone else? NO. Justice often involved bringing harm to those harming others. Still, Mari hoped that despite their sour personalities, they had at least a shred of pride to not resort to stealing others' points.

She turned back to Houki, Minami, and Shun. "Those two and Goro have a point. If you have been swayed by their arguments, and wish to work alone, I won't stop you. But if you still wish to work together, I would be honored to join you, assuming you haven't been put off by my belligerent demeanor."

Fortunately for Kaito, Mari was looking away when the 'butt-touch' incident happened.

@TheWindel@KoL@Scribe of Thoth

Pariah Online | Season One

Ailanthus_Altissima

• The Dungeon •

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"S-spread out?! Tessa called out in surprise, "NO! It's now or never! Concentrate!" Tessa, had, unfortunately, over-committed. By narrowing her spells forward into a 45 degree cone, she was unable to move, and leaving their backs wide open. Still, all the crowd-control now being piled onto the green skeletal being was having a marked effect. Electrified chains slapped at, and wrapped themselves around the boss' limbs, while intense gravity attempted to drag it down. Damage to allies in front of Tessa was also being significantly reduced thanks to concentrating her shield spells as well. She'd never done this before, holding such a behemoth in place for so long, and her mana had drained at such an alarming rate that she had gone through several mana potions just to maintain her hold. "Someone better kill that thing already...!" She called out, knowing that despite concentrating her spells, her damage output was only chipping away at the creature.

Hey There, Kid! - Digimon Adventure 01-Themed Roleplay

@Altered Tundra

Hey, my CS is complete. I included a list of edits at the bottom. Please let me know if you think all the digimon related stuff is thematically appropriate and within reason.

Please let me know if my human and my digimon are accepted.

Thanks.

Jigokuraku Academy

Haruishi Mari

Like the the fool I am and I'll always be...

Mari looked out the window as the city's namesake blanketed the streets. It was a cold day; it wasn't even the 'nippy', refreshing kind of cold either, it was the damp, humid, seeps-into-your-bones kind of cold. But when you were homeless, you got used to the cold, whatever its form. She hoped it would rain. The feel of rain on her face meant freedom. She looked around the bus, seeing those who were excited, as well as those who were as stoic about this whole thing as she was. She wondered how many of them were truly serious about becoming heroes, but then again, those who weren't serious would have probably already given up the moment they got their rejections from UA, Shiketsu, or Ketsubutsu. No, anyone who was willing to come all the way out here to Jigokuraku had to have grit, they had to really want it. Mari smiled a bit. No dealing with pampered princes and half-assed motivations. She would give everyone in the bus right now the benefit of the doubt; nobody was here for a free ride, everyone was here to get an education, something that so many kids took for granted. Mari touched the harmonica tucked between her shirt and her sweater.

As the bus came to a stop, Mari got her first warning signs. They had arrived at a rubble heap. This detail alone was not what got Mari's attention. After all, destructive aftermaths were the ugly truth about hero work, and she had no qualms about that. What bothered her was the look on some of her peers' faces as they arrived. "What were you expecting, a 5-star hotel?" Mari thought to herself. The next warning flag was the announcer. Likely a teacher with a misleading physique, and an even more misleading devil-may-care attitude. Mari visibly winced when the 'teacher' flung the civilian doll into the bus, and a look of disdain and horror passed across her face as some of her classmates actually seemed relieved that rough treatment of civilians was acceptable. As the cognitive dissonance mounted, Mari arrived at a logical escape: it was a trick!

"DO NOT BE FOOLED!" Mari declared like a drill sergeant, flinging out her long black hair, widening her stance and crossing her arms, "It's a trick! Our heroic mettle is being tested! Unless you want to be failed, you will treat the civilians with utmost care! This isn't about points! Real heroes don't compete for points!"

With a satisfied smile, Mari looked towards the bus for confirmation from the teacher, but the windows were too fogged over to make out the petite woman inside. "ALSO! Your suggestions for teaming up are most commendable," Mari said, taking into account all that had been said.

"If you prefer to take out villains, coordinate with the girl with the black-and-white hair and the girl with the pink hair. If you want to focus on civilian rescue, coordinate with the girl with red-rimmed glasses, the boy with blue skin, and myself." She walked over to Houki and Minami, giving them a nod, before continuing, "If you are unsure, I suggest you discuss with the green-haired boy."

"Dogorasu Goro was it?" Mari said, turning her attention to Goro, "Haruishi Mari. Where will you be putting your effort?" She swept her gaze over to Kaito, established eye contact, and nodded, indicating that the question was directed to him as well.

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@KoL
@Scribe of Thoth
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Hey There, Kid! - Digimon Adventure 01-Themed Roleplay

Here is my character submission. Please elt me know what you think.

I also wanted to ask, since I am trying to go for a more 'earth-elemental'-based Digimon I am a little put-off by the fact that the baby Tsubumon spits acid bubbles, and the Ultimate Brachimon is a 'plesiosaur-type' and has some water-based attacks. Weird. Would it be allowable if I tweak the attacks slightly to make them more earth-based, and can I add a few more level-appropriate attacks to the Ultimate or Mega forms, since my Digimon has never been featured as a main nor as a villain in any of the series/games?

Ishaq Islam; Crest of Sincerity

Ishaq Islam

”...yes. I'm [happy] to be of service...”

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Name: Ishaq Islam
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Crest: Sincerity
Crest/Digivice Color: Bright Green
Appearance Details

Ishaq has dark skin, dull, red eyes, and short, white hair that he puts no effort into maintaining. Unlike his name, which means 'smile', or 'laugh', Ishaq often wears a tired, expressionless visage; an impenetrable poker face to those who don't know him. Still, he fulfills requests and expectations without complaint, as seen as mostly agreeable. Though he does not participate in any sport per se, his tendency to perform various tasks, menial and labor-intensive included, has kept him well enough in shape. Being slightly taller than his peers has caused him to be likened to an ox, or a robot, though his slight, lazy slouch does take a few inches off.

Though he does not give off the impression that he is hiding anything, most people do not understand him, or have no idea what is going on in his head. So while his manner does not cause people to necessarily distrust him, his supreme lack of input is off-putting. Ishaq dresses simply, wearing whatever was decided for him by others, and sports the occasional 'odd-choice'; an unfitting gift from some well-intentioned relative, no doubt. Most of he time, he is seen wearing a loose, baggy t-shirt and similarly loose jeans, with slightly worn out tennis shoes. Ishaq tends to pick comfort and familiarity, and likes how loose clothing obscures his physique. Ishaq often keeps his hands in his pockets.

Personality

Ishaq is someone who has adopted the path of least resistance. Too smart for his own good, Ishaq arrived at various conclusions to the detriment of his own personality. He learned that as a child, he would be judged by adults. As a brother, he would be judged by his siblings. As a student, he would be judged by his teachers. As a classmate he would be judged by his peers. He saw the consequences of those who acted out of line, and he learned the many, many folktales and fables that told him what happened to disobedient and belligerent children. And he was prematurely tired. Tired of fighting the current, tired of trying to have his way when so many other voices were also clamoring to be heard. It was simpler, so much simpler to just go with the flow.

So Ishaq created around himself a world much more draconian than it actually was. He became his own jailer. He became the 'yes man'. He did whatever was expected of him, whatever was requested of him. he would make himself the square peg that fit in the square hole. He made himself reliable. He suppressed his own wants, desires, and opinions because other people had better ideas what was best for him. There was no need to waste energy and act out of line. He just needed to be patient. But in his heart of hearts, he hated himself for what he had forced himself to become.

History Synopsis

Ishaq was born in Morocco, but he immigrated to the United States of America with his family when he was very young, and has fairly vague memories of his homeland. Ishaq was always a quiet, gentle child, with decent grades. From a young age, Ishaq learned that strong personalities tend to clash and create conflict. As the fourth child among seven siblings, and with very close ties to extended family in the form of grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins of all varieties, conflict was a common occurrence for young Ishaq. It didn't help that his family took some 'ethnic pride' in their fiery personalities and stubborn tempers. All Ishaq ever wanted was for the conflict to stop, yet in his attempts to stop it, he found himself becoming just another source of conflict.

Ishaq realized that he lacked self-control. In order to obtain self-control, Ishaq developed a warped sense of morality: Evil was the one who allowed his selfish whims to run unchecked, while Good was the one who did deeds of selflessness, even against his will. So Ishaq set out to erase his 'self'. Ishaq completely missed the point of 'desiring to do good for good's sake'. In his mind, there was an equation, he was in essence, choosing to trade his sense of self for an end to conflict. He was making a deal with higher moral beings to achieve what he saw as perfection of self in return for a peaceful environment. Peace achieved through nihilistic zen. Whenever his suppression of himself seemed to de-escalate a situation, he told himself that holding it in was worth it in the end, but whenever things did not pan out, he chided himself that he hadn't done enough, that the escalation was due to his own inadequacies. In this way, he muddled his way through elementary school, but in middle school, with the coming of adolescence, Ishaq is finding his own bottled rage increasingly more difficult to control.

Misc

• Theme
• As Ishaq's last name suggests, he is Muslim, and this is something that he must contend with, both in the sense of dealing with stereotypes, as well as reaching spiritual peace. Sincerity is a major virtue in Islam; it will be part of Ishaq's journey to truly understand what that means.
• Ishaq likes American Country and Soft Rock.
• Ishaq's favorite food is seafood.
• Ishaq is a bit of a technology nerd, and likes building plastic model robots.

Armadimon

Armadimon

You believe me, don't you?

---

Name: Armadimon
Digimon Type: Data
Personality

Armadimon is earnest to a fault, friendly, and empathetic. He always speaks his mind and is quick to compliment others. Unfortunately for Ishaq, Armadimon can easily sense his mood and will often unknowingly reveal Ishaq's dishonesty. Armadimon wants everyone to get along, and will communicate with those he feels are having emotional difficulty.

However, Armadimon can also be quick to criticize, especially if he feels that someone is not 'playing nice with others'. In this way, he can seem like an over-bearing mother at times. He also tends to vocalize general complaints, and be something of a 'captain obvious'.

Digimon Line

Tsubumon → Upamon → Armadimon → Ankylomon → Brachimon → Cannondramon

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Name: Tsubumon
Stage: Fresh
Move List

• Little Iron Beads — Tsubumon attacks an opponent that approaches it by spitting small iron beads.

Name: Upamon
Stage: In-Training
Move List

• Shock Shout — Upamon releases an ultrasonic shout, causing its opponents to flinch.

Name: Armadimon
Stage: Rookie
Move List

• Rolling Stone — Armadimon rolls into a ball and spins into the foe.
• Scratch Beat — Armadimon scratches at the foe with his sharp claws.
• Rigid Block — Armadimon repels attacks by curling into a ball.

Name: Ankylomon
Stage: Champion
Move List

• Megaton Press — Ankylomon leaps into the air and body-slams the enemy, crushing them under its weight.
• Tail Hammer — Ankylomon violently beats the opponent with the iron sphere on the tip of its tail.
• Armor Stampede — Ankylomon charges forward and head-butts the enemy with its massive weight.
• Rhythmical Knock — Ankylomon slams its forefeet down into the ground to cause pillars of earth to shoot up from the ground and slam into the foe.

Name: Brachimon
Stage: Ultimate
Move List

• Sand Shower — Brachimon shoots a stream of sand from its mouth that puts enemies to sleep.
• Hammer Head — Brachimon stabs the opponent with the horn on its head.
• Grave Bone — Brachimon tramples the opponent with its giant feet, burying them underground.
• Guard Rock — Brachimon prevents all damage from next attack done by enemy.

Name: Cannondramon
Stage: Mega
Move List

• Dyna Cannon — Cannondramon fires artillery beams from the three cannons on its back while stationed at an area where enemy attacks cannot reach.
• Grenade Storm — Cannondramon randomly fires grenades from the gun on its front to repel approaching opponents.
• Ultimate Quake — Cannondramon strikes with its gigantic tail, shaking even the earth.
• Gravity Press — Cannondramon raises its entire mass and then flattens its target, allowing it to crush anything, or creates a zone of intense gravity.
• Destroyed Rush — Cannondramon repeatedly strikes the earth at extremely high speed with its left and right forelegs, allowing it to split the solid ground.
• Light Barrier — Cannondramon creates a shield of energy from the cannons on its back that it can also use to encase opponents.
• Spy Focus — Cannondramon uses its high vantage point and cybernetic visor to surveil a large area, increasing the accuracy of it's ranged attacks and attempts to detect hidden or cloaked enemies.

EDIT: To better fit the Hard/Earth/Metal/Seismic elemental theme I'm going for, I made the following Digimon changes:

• Replaced Tsubumon attack, "Acid Bubbles", with "Small Metal Beads"
• Replaced Brachimon attack, "Brachio Bubble", with "Sand Shower"
• Replaced Brachimon attack, "Aqua Shatter", with "Grave Bone"
• Added Brachimon attack, "Guard Rock"
• Added Cannondramon attack, "Ultimate Quake"
• Added Cannondramon attack, "Gravity Press"
• Added Cannondramon attack, "Destroyed Rush"
• Added Cannondramon attack, "Light Barrier"
• Added Cannondramon attack, "Spy Focus", taking some artistic liberties.

All attacks are taken from Digimon of the same or lower evolutionary stage.