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Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead)

Dante's Path

Dante

Although he didn't really intend on taking that offer at first, his hunger won him over in the end. Following closely behind Andrew and, after grabbing a 'balanced' meal which included meat, vegetables, some fruit and eggs, gave into his snacking habit again and started grabbing whatever he could that fit his criteria -small and long-lasting- and shoving it into the numerous pockets that his attire had, whether it be in his jacket or shorts.

Still, as he followed Andrew, his mind started to wander off and consider what had happened. It was clear about who exactly had been in that room, given the compass that had been left behind, and he also understood that their fated confrontation wouldn't be exactly easy or simple, so with that in mind and taking note of the growing intensity of the storm, the particular theory that quickly settled in his mind clearly signaled that something was about to happen in a few moments, the quick succesion of events only further proved that whatever was going to happen was supernatural in origin.

Still, even as he felt himself get sucked into the computer and watched somewhat amusedly the quick flashes of light and random coding appearing before his eyes, Dante relaxed slightly and let the flow take him wherever it intended to do so, because, after all... he was walking down the path of fate itself, guided by his own justice into a confrontation that was long overdue.

Loogamon

Loogamon didn't really feel strongly in regards to what had been said to him. DORUmon's words had gone through his ears as easily as they went out, with only a tacit understanding of what was the intended motion of events that would happen once the hoomans(?) arrived. Loogamon's partner would be among them and he was fairly sure that he could recognize the one who was worthy of being his master once he laid his eyes on them.

And thus, once Loogamon saw the humans falling from the sky, his eyes locked into the ashen-haired human. Because Loogamon could tell, that particular human was someone who held the qualities of a worthy master according to his instincts, which had never led him wrong! Well, except maybe on some occasions where he bit a tree and it left his jaw hurting... or when he started crunching on rocks out of curiosity for how they tasted and it left his teeth hurting to the point of tears...

Still! He was fairly sure this time he was right, so to put his potential partner to test, his ultimate - and only - way to tell if someone was friendly... nibbling. The young digimon gently bit the human's leg while he was still dizzy from the sudden transportation to find out the taste and texture of this unfamiliar being. Of course, as any living being with survival instincts would do, the ashen-haired youth jolted from the sensation and looked down to find a wolf-like being half his size slobbering all over his legs, and while many would have numerous ways to react negatively to this sudden and frightening situation...

Dante relaxed. He could tell that Loogamon didn't mean any harm purely because of his tells, from the way his eyes were looking at him curiously, to how his tail wagged from excitement, and most important of all, how the jaw holding his leg didn't have any real force put to it. Still, getting up would be difficult with this curious being - a Digimon? - so he presented an alternative, with one hand patting Loogamon's head to get his attention, while the other one fished out a chocolate ball from one of his pockets, expertly unraveling the wrap from it and presenting it to Loogamon.

The young Digimon, on his part, had his attention immediately focus on the round, sweet-smelling thing that was presented before his eyes, and thus, he let go of the limb he was holding and instead accepted the round thingy into his mouth, which released a flavor that left his tail wagging from the delight of it all, but that sadly was melting from his higher body temperature, still even that made it into a melty goodness that was delightful as well so it was alright.

As Dante watched Loogamon roll on the floor from the excitement over his new treat, he mulled over what Dorumon had said as he looked at the Digivice(?) in Dorumon's hand? Paw?

"So that's what happened, huh... That checks out, but still, I hope Beatrice is doing alright, even if she's now under Lucemon's banner" Although considering how much he had gone over his theology studies as dictated by his family, and how Beatrice would accompany him to at least make it less boring, she probably is already aware of Lucemon's intentions and is going with it solely to get back at him, which was sad but... If that's how it was going to be, then so be it. He would receive her with open arms and scold her harshly as was needed.

Beatrice's Flow

Beatrice

Beatrice could tell from the start, even as she finished her giggling fit, that Lucemon's words, while technically true, hid his intentions very well. She had always been perceptive, even to her own detriment, and detecting someone's malice - even if it was a passive one - was as easy as breathing. The fact that Lucemon felt... wrong was also another factor, akin to seeing a perfectly tranquil lake yet knowing that deep within, something ancient and malevolent lurked.

Still, she decided to go along with it, her intuition told her that if she were to go down this path flow, she would be able to meet that guy and enact the retribution that he had missed back then at last. Because she herself carried the will of those involved in the incident, and they would surely want for a harsher punishment to be done to the one was at the center of it all.

Because that her own righteousness, inherited from her family lineage and molded by her own experiences. Her own justice that burned towards making those who commited evil pay, and that was fueled by her own sentimentality, compassion and empathy towards those who couldn't defend themselves, who could only depend on those who were stronger than them to be protected.

And yet...

... A part of her, a tiny, but loud part within her contemplated about what would happen during that meeting, she had dreamed of it, dreaded it, and also looked forward towards that eventuality, but she understood that her own future and sense of self would change depending on the outcome of that event. And as such, her own intellect worked against her by considering the miniscule - in her mind - possibility that, perhaps, she was the one in the wrong, that the one who had been left behind was herself, as the only person who was still trapped within the confines of her own mind as the loser who couldn't move on.

So, she subconsciouly understood that if that possibility were to come true, if all her worst fears were to be confirmed and that which supported her, the ideals which she stood for being misguided and fake, she would shatter apart. Because then she would be the one perpetuating the cycle, wilfully pulling people back into the past for her own selfish reasons, instead of for the sake of enacting justice.

Regardless, the truth scenarios within her head all turned into background noise as willed it so, being more eager to understand what was happening around her in this bizzare new world rather than dwell in something that couldn't be true, that shouldn't be true. So, as she witnessed what could only be described as a black dinosaur somewhat smaller than her approach with slow, yet meaninful, she didn't really feel fear as others might have done. Gazing into its eyes that held a primal instinct as well as intellect behind them, she caressed the head that had stopped in front of her, and by the rumbling of its chest and the swaying of the tail, it was pleased with this particular course of action.

"Satisfaction. This one's name is Black Guilmon, and yours?" Black Guilmon looked expectantly at her, and she complied with its (his?) request, smiling widely at him.

"It seems you and I will be partners then, Black Guilmon! My name is Beatrice, and I can already tell that we will be great together." And so, a rather bizzare 'partnership' was born, between one whose flow had stagnated, wishing for another chance to bloom into a better being, and one who had resigned himself to his fate - born from the meeting of primal instinct mixed with expectations - yet could perhaps look into something different.

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@Ryik @The Jest

About Beatrice and Dante

Essentially, Dante and Beatrice are childhood friends who grew up together after their respective parents somewhat settled down and became neighbors. So, since their respective parents quickly became friends, their meetings and play dates increased, which was further enhanced since they both went to the same school.

To give a bit of context and as a reminder, Dante was born with 'something' lacking inside of him, which is demonstrated by his lack of aversion towards violence, as well as a somewhat distorted sense of self/worth. Beatrice, meanwhile, was born with an extremely strong sense of empathy, as well as a unusual intuition, so she could somewhat tell what people were feeling and act accordingly, which, due to her kind nature, resulted in her comforting people when they felt down.

Their own oddities made it so that Dante ended up being cast as the odd one out of his entire generation, while Beatrice ended up as the most popular girl and someone who got along pretty well with other people, whether it be her classmates or the teachers. Still, they remained friends and that held on until they were around 12 years old or so.

People eventually noticed their friendship and, due to varying reasons, such as jealously of Dante for being so close to Beatrice, or envy of Beatrice for being the prettiest girl of their generation and having so much attention, it culminated into a tragedy the very same day they were supposed to graduate from elementary school, a small group of boys and girls confronted Dante about it, aiming to also hurt Beatrice. They started insulting Dante, which didn't faze him at all, but this drew the ire of Beatrice who noticed what was happening and went to defend him from the insults drawing the attention and the insults onto her.
Seeing that Beatrice was about to burst into tears, and how some boys were sneering at him and telling Dante they were going to beat him up to prove that he wasn't 'worthy' of Beatrice, Dante's ingrained sense of justice acted up and started a rather nasty school brawl that ended up pretty badly for those involved.

He himself wasn't badly hurt, with only a few bruises here and there, but some of the boys involved had large bruises or at worst a broken nose. Going forward, and pretty obviously, the parents of those involved advocated for Dante to get expelled and, after some hesitation, he was indeed expelled from the school. This incident drew the attention of his grandfather, who after hearing about it, gave the order to bring Dante to his homeland of Italy to be formally introduced to his grandfather and such.

On Beatrice's side, she was traumatized due to what had happened there. Being able to discern how people are feeling most of the time, she understood that had she not intervened, nothing would have happened in first place. Dante only acted because of his own sense of justice identifying that driving a girl into tears, especially one so close to him, was wrong, and those that had done said wrong, had to be punished.

What had frightened her was the fact that the boy himself hadn't really done it out of anger, he personally felt nothing while engaged in the brawl, but also the fact that once he had 'won', he felt a sense of satisfaction which surged from the act of having fulfilled his sense of justice by punishing those that had made Beatrice cry.
Beatrice's mother had warned her that all kinds of people existed out there, that there were people who did evil for the sake of doing so, and those who committed evil for the sake of others, and she thought herself ready for that when she eventually followed the footsteeps of her mother and grandmother and became an agent or something among those lines. But she was wrong, when faced with an act of evil steeming from a show of goodwill, out of 'righteousness', it broke her and left a scar in her mind.

She moved back to Germany to stay with her grandmother for the time being, and eventually attended middle school after recovering from the ordeal.

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Beatrice

The colorless girl blanky stared at the wall, her mind still numb from the shock, still processing the events that had transpired and had ultimately led her here, in a hotel room in Hawai'i. She recounted the events in her memories once more, hoping that this loop would stop repeating once more, even if Beatrice knew why it wasn't happening.

It had been a betrayal, that she knew. Her parents, and even her grandmother! Had staged an intervention for her, they had dragged her out of her room into the living room, sat her down on a sofa and told her what was going on. They were worried, worried because ever since that day she had slowly spiraled into a mess, she had become closed off, unnecessarily cruel towards other people and started becoming colder even to her own parents.

Thus, they decided that she needed to spend her time in a more relaxed environment where she could take her mind off the stress generated from her daily life and the events that plagued her mind every day. You are going to Hawai'i, they said. This is the first and only time we will do this, if you come back and don't change your mind then we won't do it again, they promised. She had initially protested at this turn of events, but had calmed down because of that promise, Beatrice herself knew that she wouldn't change her mind so easily, that her life had been irrevocably changed ever since that day.

But she still agreed to it, because... maybe, just maybe, the hope that she would escape this nightmare, the wish to be free from these heavy shackles of her past was something that still remained deep within her. And so, she followed the process, going to the airport, flying to Hawai'i, arriving at the hotel and finally settling in her room. After she left her belongings carefully organized, Beatrice finally sat down in the sofa facing the television and arrived at this moment.

Intellectually, she knew that they were right, that it was abnormal for someone to change so much, and how unhealthy her own behaviour was becoming, to the point of feeling a rush of guilt flood her being after carefully analizing her past behaviour and understanding just how ungrateful she had acted against her own parents and her beloved grandma. But still, emotions don't care about all that rationale, and a small ember of hate and anger smoldered within her breast.

It was unfair, because they never would be able to understand how Beatrice felt since they hadn't gone through what she had. Because overwhelming fear used to consume her whenever she thought about the incident, but that fear had faded quickly and was instead filled with a raging wrath and hatred against the one at the center of it all. Even to this day, a small sense of nausea filled her head when reminiscing.

Regardless... maybe it was for the best that she simply turned her brain off and didn't think to deeply about anything to fully enjoy this impromptu vacation of hers. Plans formed inside her head, detailing she foods she wanted to taste, the drinks she wanted to savor and the activities she wanted to try out. But all of those flew outside of her head the moment Beatrice felt something in the air shift, followed by the television turning itself on.

Apprehension filled her being, further intensified by the random gibberish and strange symbols rapidly passing through the screen, and the room's lighting system turning off, essentially leaving the television as the only source of light within her hotel room heightened that apprehension into something bordering panic, or maybe fear.

The screen quickly changed itself again, with a new black screen, some kind of grey translucent logo appeared of what looked like 12 white wings with a single blinking white rectangle to the center-left of the screen, typing down a message in an actual language this time, in a “Courier” font reminiscent of old 90s Computers.

DO YOU SEEK FREEDOM? DO YOU SEEK ESCAPE? (Y/N)

Something within her surged, compelled her to grab the remote and press accept on the Y button. However, something extraordinary happened. She heard it. Beatrice heard it, footsteeps resounding in the hallway outside, a voice humming a familiar song entered her ears, and it all pieced itself in her own mind before any conscious thought could happen.

The beast was here, only he could have that gait, only he had tone, even if the voice had matured since the last time they saw each other, and only he would that sing that specific song with such familiarity and pitch. Beatrice was filled with nauseating feeling, but it was snuffed out and replaced with something worse, an all-encompassing feeling of hatred and rage mixed together.

A grin appeared on her face, the kind that only appeared on people that were on the edge of breaking, and she quickly threw the remote into the sofa, leapt out it, disregarding how the cushions were launched into the air, and ran towards the door, hoping to confront him once and for all, unaware of the symbols bombarding the TV screen, of how they were becoming faster and of how the edges of her vision were turning dark, mistaking it for something else, and also of something falling out of her pocket.

And as she slammed the door open, the world turned dark... and when she finally came to, she disregarded all that was happening around her, more focused on processing and reaffirming her beliefs on what happened during those briefs moments. Because she had seen his face, and the abnormal chain of events led her to believe that they would meet once again. So, she weakly giggled, the sound of someone who had broken apart.

But a single thought remained inside of Beatrice's mind. Ah, this must be destiny.

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Dante

In the comfort of his hotel room, Dante had felt relief, it had been a somewhat turbulent experience, traveling, he meant. For someone who was as unused to crossing such large distances through air and sea, he had been fascinated as he watched the clouds in the sky, the land below becoming ever so tiny, and the ocean become a canvas of pure blue color, splashed with the occasional landmass here and there.

And yet, he briefly recalled getting into trouble due to his own clumsiness in communicating with people, and almost missing the flight because he got distracted and wandered around the place. Language hadn't been a trouble, since a few of the languages in their vast repertoire, though restricted to the most commonly ones, but he could manage with that.

Arriving to Hawai'i had been an experience in itself, but he enjoyed the journey from the airport towards the hotel, zoning off while watching the gorgeous scenery surrounding him. Regardless, once the hardest part of the journey was done, he found himself at relative ease while going towards the front desk, doing the registering process, and finally heading off towards his assigned room.

But... he felt wariness as he looked at the note in his hands. He hadn't initially noticed it, too excited to get some rest in a fluffy bed, and had only realized when he threw himself into the bed and felt an odd sensation on his abdomen upon landing. Still, he sighed and got up from the bed, intending on following through with what the note said, because maybe it was something that his parents had arranged for him to see?

As he went outside, however, he marveled while humming at the storm happening, the wind was relatively calm for the situation, but he could tell it would pick up soon, and he faintly heard the rumbling of thunder and brief flashes of light happening within the dark sky above. Still, he had to keep going and arrive at the ballroom as instructed, but as he did so, something strange happened.

The trees swayed violently, the wind howled, thunder clapped in the distance and a flash of lightning left him seeing white for a brief moment, and after a few seconds... he saw that further ahead in the hallway, a room remained with its door open, even when he briefly recalled that a minute ago it had been closed. Feeling a bit of curiosity, he peeked into the room from the doorway, but all he saw was the sole remaining source of light, the television, turned on and filled with static images, along with a faint buzzing noise.

Normally he wouldn't be so rude, but he felt something from within urge him to head inside, and thus, he did so. From what he could tell, the entire room was a mess, the sofa's cushions were strewn in the ground, the TV remote was in the sofa, appearing as if hastily thrown, but what caught his attention was a shining object left in the floor in front of the sofa.

He knelt, picked it up, and felt a sense of shock wash over him, but one quickly smothered by nostalgia and joy. A white compass with silver outlines and engravings of a clock and gears was what he held, and as he slid his finger over the center of the backside, he faintly felt it. Although faint, probably due to someone sanding it down and then covering it again, his sense of touch could tell that the initials B&D remained on the compass.

Dante had an inkling of what had happened, or rather, what could've happened, but quickly shook his head and stored it in his left pocket while briefly and lovingly caressing the lighter that was in his right pocket, which contained the initials D&B. He embarked on his journey once more and finally arrived at the ball room without much fanfare, initially glancing at the people chatting but decided that he really didn't want to interrupt in their conversation, so the somewhat tired, but still functioning boy opted towards going for one of the less crowded areas of the room, leaning against a wall and almost peacefully dozing off while doing so.

But a single thought remained inside of Dante's mind. Ah, this must be fate.

Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead)

@Ryik fixed that paragraph, or at least moved it a bit.

Loogamon and Black Guilmon are fully able to talk. Loogamon talks regularly, but his intellect is more on the level of a little kid and is prone to act on his own curiosity rather impulsively. Black Guilmon, meanwhile, can talk but prefers using fewer words than most to express himself. In short, one is an extrovert and the other an introvert, but this will of course change as they gain experience and bond with their partners.

And yes, it is more of a metaphorical meaning for both Dante and Beatrice. Dante was born lacking certain things in himself, while Beatrice has had an unusual sense of empathy and a kind predisposition since childhood. Their current personalities are a result of an incident in which they were both involved, but with them being different people, it affected them differently. Dante took it as a somewhat positive experience that encouraged him to change and become the person that he is now, while Beatrice took it as a negative experience, if not outright a traumatic one that made her personality take a sharp turn into what it is now, becoming cold and cruel, as well as holding a hatred for Dante.

Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead)

Once a Blessing, Now a Curse

Name:
Beatrice R. Grimm
Age:
16
Important items:
-A small golden pendant, which contains a locket with the photo of two people inside, one of them is a clearly younger Beatrice, and the other person has been too stained to be recognizable.
-A pair of silver and gold rings that have the names of ‘Hilda’ and ‘Noah’ inscribed upon them. The silver ‘Hilda’ ring has engravings of feathers around it, while the golden ‘Noah’ ring has those of waves.
-A white compass that has silver outlines and the engravings of a clock and gears on it. May look like it is in pristine condition, but one can tell it from disuse.

Short Bio:
Born from the union of 'order' and 'chaos', Beatrice's father was a renowned artist who was known for his mastery of multiple painting styles, creating not only his own pieces but also reimagined versions of other famous artworks as well. Her mother, meanwhile, belonged to the Rosenkreuz Clan, as the eldest daughter of the current family head, who was herself the daughter of a relatively famous policeman.

The Rosenkreuz started when Wilhelm Rosenkreuz, who was a famous police officer in his town, had his youngest daughter Mathilde take up his mantle by aiming towards being an officer, as well as passing the exams with flying colors. After this, she went above and beyond, solving numerous crimes and eventually heading towards the international scene.

She sired numerous children and raised her fame into being recognized as one of the most famous women of her time, as well as being an icon of feminism for her fight against the sexist preconceptions of the world, hoping that her daughters and the numerous young women out there, both now and to come, would be able to have the chance to choose their own future and not deal with the burdens and discrimination of being a female officer during a time where it was a profession mostly for men.

Her children grew up admiring her and applying her philosophy in various fields, with her eldest, Hilde, becoming an officer and the rest becoming attorneys, juries, politicians or even logistics officers in the force.

Her parents met when her mother took the job to investigate a kidnapping and rescue the victim, her father. Both took some interest in each other, and began courting for some years while they each built their careers up, before eventually sealing the deal by getting married and then having their first daughter, Beatrice.

As for how she met Dante? It all began with a fateful meeting during childhood, which eventually culminated into a tragedy years later, and which turned her once pure heart into a cold, frozen darkness.

Personality:
Beatrice is a rather calm and cool headed girl, but one that seems to hide something behind her eyes, a darkness lurking within. Born as a ‘saint’, which connects her rather profoundly with other people, given her enhanced sense of empathy. However, a certain incident that happened years ago has made her close off her heart and no longer use her empathy as it should, which is to help people.

Instead, using her strong empathy together with her unusual intuition to slowly analyze people and pick up their own faults and flaws, followed by prodding at said person through those points, making them confront them whether they like it or not. As her nature is that of a ‘saint’, normally this act would be to make people confront their own faults with her help and grow as people, but her current personality makes it an exceedingly cruel trial that she uses to instill despair and negative emotions on her victims.

Her enhanced empathy was something she considered a gift from God to help others and was grateful for, but after that fateful incident, she grew to resent it and slowly shifted her previous gentle personality into a cruel one that is harsh towards everyone else as a defense mechanism.

Skills:
-Survival. Beatrice’s mother, knowing full well how it went for people in her line of work and those associated with her, decided to teach her daughter basic survival skills, such as how to light fires, create shelters, purify water and such.
-Cooking. Her father was a stay-at-home husband, and her own desire to surprise her mom and help her in some way made her pick up cooking as a hobby, although her favorite part eventually turned into making desserts and pastries. Previous survival knowledge makes her an excellent survivalist.
-Acting. Since she was a child, she has lived her life moving from place to place, meeting new people and saying goodbye to them, eventually, she learned to her own advantage, making her an excellent actress who adapts to the situation at hand.
-Searching. Perhaps because of her upbringing, but ever since she was a child, her unusual intuition combined with her training gave her the ability to find things or people with an annoying ease.

Name:
Black Guilmon
Age:
Zero.
Type:
Virus

Short Bio:
A being that was born as a demonstration of how far the Digimon World has fallen. Normally unthinkable, but even the sacred line that would eventually give birth to a royal knight has fallen to its most primal instincts and turned into a ferocious beast. Lucemon thought that this particular Digimon was a fitting match for that girl and thus made them partners, perhaps reflecting a broken past?

Personality:
Black Guilmon is a rather young Digimon, although it would be more correct to call him a baby. His own nature has made him more akin to a wild beast than anything else, and he’s more prone to attack and growl at things rather than have an intelligent dialogue.

Powers:

Fire Grenade: Spits out a bouncing black flame bullet which detonates when it hits a target.
Virus Breath: Spews out black smoke full of computer viruses.
Rock Crusher: Leaps into the air and slams its claws down.

Future Evolutions:
Black Guilmon-> Black Growlmon -> Black Megalo Growmon -> Chaos Dukemon -> ???

Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead)

Once a Curse, Now a Blessing

Name:
Dante K. Perrault
Age:
16
Important items:
-A small silver cross that he carries as a necklace, the words ‘Kyrie Eleison’ are engraved on it. Although it looks a bit worn down, it seems like there was much care put into it.
-A pair of gold and silver rings that have the names of ‘Durante’ and ‘Emilia’ inscribed upon them. The golden ‘Durante’ ring has engravings of thorns around it, while the silver ‘Emilia’ ring has those of roses.
-A black zippo lighter that has golden outlines and the engravings of a clock and gears on it. May not look like it, but it is in pristine condition from the care given to it.

Short Bio:
Born from the union of ‘light’ and ‘darkness’, Dante’s mother was a renowned celebrity who was admired for her mastery of multiple disciplines and arts, combining dancing, singing, and various other instruments to become a one woman spectacle on her own. His father, meanwhile, belonged to the Kyrielight Famiglia, as a direct descendant of the founder and the youngest brother of the current Capo, who also functions as the family head.

The Famiglia itself was founded back in the 19th Century alongside the other mafias, its creator a former clergyman who became disheartened both with himself - for being born ‘sinful’ - as well as with the world, for not offering proper protection for his people. Taking in the ‘Kyrie’ from the Kyrie Eleison, as well as adding the ‘Light’, the Kyrielight name became understood as the ‘Lord’s Light’.

Centuries down the line, the ‘sin’ was passed down the founder’s family, recognized not as a frightening affinity towards violence, but rather, as a horrifying lack of aversion towards it. Originally embraced, recent generations have made an effort to break away from said sin, with Dante’s grandfather being the prime example by offering his children a better education as well as the option to back out of the family business.

It was only until Dante’s father, Durante, who made the choice to raise his child as someone who doesn’t reject said sin, but rather, embraces it and acknowledges it as a part of himself, but with the wisdom to know how, why, when and for whom to use it for, which is those he cares about.

His parent’s story of a love that bloomed between a radiant light unknowingly sponsored by darkness, and the shadow that was sent to protect her is one he has heard multiple times, but that he still loves up to this day. Regardless, one day his parents suddenly disappeared, leaving behind the cross that his mother used to wear, the lighter his father always carried, as well as their wedding rings, a letter directed to him, and a one-way ticket to an exclusive resort in Hawaii, which is where his journey begins…

As for how he met Beatrice? It all began with a fateful meeting during childhood, which eventually culminated into a tragedy years later, and which turned his once hollow heart into a hot, beating one.

Personality:
Dante comes off as a rather aloof and indifferent person, but is actually quite warm and airheaded. Born as a ‘sinner’, which somewhat disconnects him from other people, he still makes the effort to connect with others wholeheartedly and can get rather excited over the prospect of having new friends.

Ultimately, however, he is a ‘sinner’. Like his ancestor, the Founder, Dante lacks an aversion to violence itself, and holds a distorted sense of values. This manifests as a fundamentally different sense of fulfillment, the Founder wished his people’s situation to improve, and could only find himself genuinely fulfilled by doing so, even if what he did was cruel. Dante, meanwhile, finds himself unable to truly hate or dislike someone no matter what they do, or if he can, he hasn’t found someone who can bring out that specific emotion out of himself. He can get angry, but only for the sake of others, not truly for himself.

Still, he follows his own ‘justice’, ingrained upon him by those he holds dear to his heart, his parents. “In order to become someone who can get mad in place of those who can’t, and to fight in the place of those who shouldn’t.”

Skills:
-Survival. Dante’s father, while not wanting to get him involved in the family business, still gave him some of his knowledge on how to survive in the wilderness, such as how to light fires, create shelters, purify water and such.
-Cooking. He always loved watching his parents cook, and eventually asked permission to be taught the art of cooking, as well as some of their recipes. This, combined with his survival knowledge, lets him cook impromptu meals out of whatever he has at hand.
-Adaptability. Since he was a child, he has demonstrated a rather unusual aptitude towards adapting to his surroundings, be it physically or mentally.
-Hiding. His somewhat astonishing innate lack of presence, as well as the training he received have made Dante an expert at hiding from people, whether it be in a crowded area or an empty place.

Name:
Loogamon
Age:
Zero.
Type:
Virus

Short Bio:
Born from ‘nothing’, Loogamon was a prototype digimon whose purpose was lost. Created by Yggdrasill before being discarded as its objective changed, it was recently brought back by Dorumon and assigned the mission to fulfill the key directive as of now, to take back the Digital World from the clutches of the Demon Lords, and only after doing so would its purpose be revealed.

Personality:
Loogamon is a rather childish Digimon, although it would be more correct to call him a baby. As he didn’t go through the proper procedure that most Digimon do, which is to grow up in the Village of the Beginning and get taught by the elders, Loogamon remains rather innocent and curious, holding the peculiar habit of nibbling things that he doesn’t know or understand to a rather impulsive degree.

Powers:

Howling Fire: Shoots flames imbued with magical power from its mouth
Spiral Bite: Bites with its sharp fangs as it spins

Future Evolutions:
Loogamon -> Loogarmon -> Soloogarmon -> Fenriloogamon -> ???
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Helloogarmon

Once a Blessing, Now a Curse

Name:
Beatrice R. Grimm
Age:
16
Important items:
-A small golden pendant, which contains a locket with the photo of two people inside, one of them is a clearly younger Beatrice, and the other person has been too stained to be recognizable.
-A pair of silver and gold rings that have the names of ‘Hilda’ and ‘Noah’ inscribed upon them. The silver ‘Hilda’ ring has engravings of feathers around it, while the golden ‘Noah’ ring has those of waves.
-A white compass that has silver outlines and the engravings of a clock and gears on it. May look like it is in pristine condition, but one can tell it from disuse.

Short Bio:
Born from the union of 'order' and 'chaos', Beatrice's father was a renowned artist who was known for his mastery of multiple painting styles, creating not only his own pieces but also reimagined versions of other famous artworks as well. Her mother, meanwhile, belonged to the Rosenkreuz Clan, as the eldest daughter of the current family head, who was herself the daughter of a relatively famous policeman.

The Rosenkreuz started when Wilhelm Rosenkreuz, who was a famous police officer in his town, had his youngest daughter Mathilde take up his mantle by aiming towards being an officer, as well as passing the exams with flying colors. After this, she went above and beyond, solving numerous crimes and eventually heading towards the international scene.

She sired numerous children and raised her fame into being recognized as one of the most famous women of her time, as well as being an icon of feminism for her fight against the sexist preconceptions of the world, hoping that her daughters and the numerous young women out there, both now and to come, would be able to have the chance to choose their own future and not deal with the burdens and discrimination of being a female officer during a time where it was a profession mostly for men.

Her children grew up admiring her and applying her philosophy in various fields, with her eldest, Hilde, becoming an officer and the rest becoming attorneys, juries, politicians or even logistics officers in the force.

Her parents met when her mother took the job to investigate a kidnapping and rescue the victim, her father. Both took some interest in each other, and began courting for some years while they each built their careers up, before eventually sealing the deal by getting married and then having their first daughter, Beatrice.

As for how she met Dante? It all began with a fateful meeting during childhood, which eventually culminated into a tragedy years later, and which turned her once pure heart into a cold, frozen darkness.

Personality:
Beatrice is a rather calm and cool headed girl, but one that seems to hide something behind her eyes, a darkness lurking within. Born as a ‘saint’, which connects her rather profoundly with other people, given her enhanced sense of empathy. However, a certain incident that happened years ago has made her close off her heart and no longer use her empathy as it should, which is to help people.

Instead, using her strong empathy together with her unusual intuition to slowly analyze people and pick up their own faults and flaws, followed by prodding at said person through those points, making them confront them whether they like it or not. As her nature is that of a ‘saint’, normally this act would be to make people confront their own faults with her help and grow as people, but her current personality makes it an exceedingly cruel trial that she uses to instill despair and negative emotions on her victims.

Her enhanced empathy was something she considered a gift from God to help others and was grateful for, but after that fateful incident, she grew to resent it and slowly shifted her previous gentle personality into a cruel one that is harsh towards everyone else as a defense mechanism.

Skills:
-Survival. Beatrice’s mother, knowing full well how it went for people in her line of work and those associated with her, decided to teach her daughter basic survival skills, such as how to light fires, create shelters, purify water and such.
-Cooking. Her father was a stay-at-home husband, and her own desire to surprise her mom and help her in some way made her pick up cooking as a hobby, although her favorite part eventually turned into making desserts and pastries. Previous survival knowledge makes her an excellent survivalist.
-Acting. Since she was a child, she has lived her life moving from place to place, meeting new people and saying goodbye to them, eventually, she learned to her own advantage, making her an excellent actress who adapts to the situation at hand.
-Searching. Perhaps because of her upbringing, but ever since she was a child, her unusual intuition combined with her training gave her the ability to find things or people with an annoying ease.

Name:
Black Guilmon
Age:
Zero.
Type:
Virus

Short Bio:
A being that was born as a demonstration of how far the Digimon World has fallen. Normally unthinkable, but even the sacred line that would eventually give birth to a royal knight has fallen to its most primal instincts and turned into a ferocious beast. Lucemon thought that this particular Digimon was a fitting match for that girl and thus made them partners, perhaps reflecting a broken past?

Personality:
Black Guilmon is a rather young Digimon, although it would be more correct to call him a baby. His own nature has made him more akin to a wild beast than anything else, and he’s more prone to attack and growl at things rather than have an intelligent dialogue.

Powers:

Fire Grenade: Spits out a bouncing black flame bullet which detonates when it hits a target.
Virus Breath: Spews out black smoke full of computer viruses.
Rock Crusher: Leaps into the air and slams its claws down.

Future Evolutions:
Black Guilmon-> Black Growlmon -> Black Megalo Growmon -> Chaos Dukemon -> ???

Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead)

Once a Curse, Now a Blessing

Human Character Sheet

Dante

Name:
Dante K. Perrault
Age:
16
Physical Description:
Dante is a thin and scrawny young man standing at 5’4”. His short, spiky, unkempt light grey hair with black roots at the end is the result of his exotic lineage. His upbringing made him used to wearing all kinds of clothing, as well as giving him a sort of fashion sense, but ultimately he resorts to wearing comfier clothing whenever he can.

Important items:
-A small silver cross that he carries as a necklace, the words ‘Kyrie Eleison’ are engraved on it. Although it looks a bit worn down, it seems like there was much care put into it.
-A pair of gold and silver rings that have the names of ‘Durante’ and ‘Emilia’ inscribed upon them. The golden ‘Durante’ ring has engravings of thorns around it, while the silver ‘Emilia’ ring has those of roses.
-A black zippo lighter that has golden outlines and the engravings of a clock and gears on it. May not look like it, but it is in pristine condition from the care given to it.
Short Bio:
Born from the union of ‘light’ and ‘darkness’, Dante’s mother was a renowned celebrity who was admired for her mastery of multiple disciplines and arts, combining dancing, singing, and various other instruments to become a one woman spectacle on her own. His father, meanwhile, belonged to the Kyrielight Famiglia, as a direct descendant of the founder and the youngest brother of the current Capo, who also functions as the family head.

The Famiglia itself was founded back in the 19th Century alongside the other mafias, its creator a former clergyman who became disheartened both with himself - for being born ‘sinful’ - as well as with the world, for not offering proper protection for his people. Taking in the ‘Kyrie’ from the Kyrie Eleison, as well as adding the ‘Light’, the Kyrielight name became understood as the ‘Lord’s Light’.

Centuries down the line, the ‘sin’ was passed down the founder’s family, recognized not as a frightening affinity towards violence, but rather, as a horrifying lack of aversion towards it. Originally embraced, recent generations have made an effort to break away from said sin, with Dante’s grandfather being the prime example by offering his children a better education as well as the option to back out of the family business.

It was only until Dante’s father, Durante, who made the choice to raise his child as someone who doesn’t reject said sin, but rather, embraces it and acknowledges it as a part of himself, but with the wisdom to know how, why, when and for whom to use it for, which is those he cares about.

His parent’s story of a love that bloomed between a radiant light unknowingly sponsored by darkness, and the shadow that was sent to protect her is one he has heard multiple times, but that he still loves up to this day. Regardless, one day his parents suddenly disappeared, leaving behind the cross that his mother used to wear, the lighter his father always carried, as well as their wedding rings, a letter directed to him, and a one-way ticket to an exclusive resort in Hawaii, which is where his journey begins…

Skills:
-Survival. Dante’s father, while not wanting to get him involved in the family business, still gave him some of his knowledge on how to survive in the wilderness, such as how to light fires, create shelters, purify water and such.
-Cooking. He always loved watching his parents cook, and eventually asked permission to be taught the art of cooking, as well as some of their recipes. This, combined with his survival knowledge, lets him cook impromptu meals out of whatever he has at hand.
-Adaptability. Since he was a child, he has demonstrated a rather unusual aptitude towards adapting to his surroundings, be it physically or mentally.

Digimon Character Sheet

Loogamon

Name: Loogamon
Age: Zero.
Physical Description: A Demon Beast Digimon that may look like a cute pupper but is most certainly willing and able to attack those who approach it carelessly.

Type: Virus

Short Bio:
Born from ‘nothing’, Loogamon was a prototype digimon whose purpose was lost. Created by Yggdrasill before being discarded as its objective changed, it was recently brought back by Dorumon and assigned the mission to fulfill the key directive as of now, to take back the Digital World from the clutches of the Demon Lords, and only after doing so would its purpose be revealed.

Powers:

Howling Fire: Shoots flames imbued with magical power from its mouth
Spiral Bite: Bites with its sharp fangs as it spins

Future Evolutions:
Loogamon -> Loogarmon -> Soloogarmon -> Fenriloogamon -> ???
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Helloogarmon

Greetings.

Hello! I'm TopGrail, but I prefer to go by Grail. I've joined this forum because a friend of mine invited me, who is also known as Letter Bee, and I've decided to try out the rps that can be found here and see if I can find some good companions to rp alongside with. As a side note, I've been roleplaying since I was around 15-16, I believe, and I'm currently 21.

I'm okay with all kinds of fiction and settings, but the one thing that I mostly can't accept are hopelessly bleak endings. To suffer is to live, but everyone deserves a happy ending at the end of the day.

That will be all, thanks!