Post by Thomas Ashford on Nov 13, 2010 1:19:49 GMT 1
Name:Thomas Ashford
Age:17
Country:England(originally from Wales)
Personality: Thomas, to most people at least, looks like your average seventeen year old male; he gets average grades at the boarding school he goes to, hangs out with his friends, etcetera, but all of the is little more than a facade. In truth, he is simply going through the motions of being alive. Though he seems to laugh and smile with his friends, get angry when he stubs his toe(which happens fairly often, almost once a week at times), and so on, this is all just a mask that he wears to fit in with others. The only evidence of this when he's out in public is that his eyes seem empty.
When alone, or rather when he believes himself to be so, his true self comes out; his features grow blank and unreadable, his eyes become completely empty, and all semblance of life seems to completely drain from him. The reason he joined the Dark Digidestined was simply because they were the first to approach him with an offer.
Appearance: Thomas is an average looking 17 year old male from a wealthy family. He stands about 6'1 and 132lbs. He has a somewhat slender build, and his features and mannerisms change when he's aware of someone else being around. When around others, he looks and acts much like a normal person, laughing and joking with others, seeming to be an ordinary enough person, perhaps even a little too average, even his voice seems normal. The only exception to his mask is his eyes, even though they appear appropriate to the situation, when one looks at them, they appear empty. This almost all changes when he's alone. As stated above, everything about him dulls, making him seem empty and lifeless, a hollow shell of a human being.
*Ahem* Clothing wise, Thomas wears his school uniform when needed, a blue blazer with the school emblem on it and slacks over a white collared button-up shirt with black shoes(no trainers though). However, the rest of the time, he wears a black suit and tie with a silver pocket watch and black boots. Though the pocket watch has no design on it, nor does it have any special attachment to him, Thomas is never seen without it. Like any self-respecting fictional character, he has about a thousand copies of the exact same outfit.
Digimon Partner:Ryudamon
Digivolves From:Kyokyomon
Digivolves to:Ginryumon(or DexDorugamon, depending on situation)
In DD Team or Alone: Dark Digidestined
D-Processor Colours: flat grey
Parents: Mr. and Mrs. Ashford, final names TBD
Siblings:none that I can think of at the moment, may be retconned later
Other:
Pendant Name, Color and Symbol: Emptiness, it takes the following shape: 空, the Kanji 'Kara'. In color it is slate grey on dark grey.
Special Item:Something(undetermined) that he will eventually gain from another PC, if he ever gets one at all
History: (I hate this part, I often get stuck half-way, so don't expect much) It was about 17 years ago in the spring that Thomas was born in the countryside of Wales. Though he had an average, almost completely uneventful upbringing, with only the occasional minor mishap, Thomas was never able to truly be normal. Ever since he was young, he was always one of the brightest in his group, this might have been what prevented him from ever truly fitting in.
Through out his childhood and adolescence, Thomas was trained in several different arts beyond his typical schooling via private tutors his father 'arranged for'(read: forced on) him. Among other things, he learned to play the Violin, Cello, Piano, and the Hurdy Gurdy. He was also trained in martial(aka, practical) Fencing, and such as he grew older. One thing of note is that the room adjacent to his at his home(not his dorm) is occupied solely by a large super computer assembled from commercially available parts for Thomas's personal use. When away from home, he connects to it from his d-termial, or anything with proper connections really via the net. Because of this vulnerability, it's loaded with top of the line firewalls.
It was actually through his super computer that he met his Digimon, as opposed to the 'proper' method of the E-mail. You see, the original form of the computer was an old Japanese model that Thomas believes to have been used in AI creation projects in the mid '80s. Among the failed projects was a handful of working early AI. The most advanced of them was one entitled 'Digital Monsters'; what, if any, direct connection to the actual digital world is unknown. What is known is that a small number of early Digimon could be found within the program, Ryudamon included. Eventually, after upgrading his computer considerably, Ryudamon Bio-Emerged into the material world. Shortly after then, he was approached by a Dark Digidestined, and seeing little else to do, joined their side, receiving a D-Terminal, D-Processor, and his Pendant.
RP Sample:
Age:17
Country:England(originally from Wales)
Personality: Thomas, to most people at least, looks like your average seventeen year old male; he gets average grades at the boarding school he goes to, hangs out with his friends, etcetera, but all of the is little more than a facade. In truth, he is simply going through the motions of being alive. Though he seems to laugh and smile with his friends, get angry when he stubs his toe(which happens fairly often, almost once a week at times), and so on, this is all just a mask that he wears to fit in with others. The only evidence of this when he's out in public is that his eyes seem empty.
When alone, or rather when he believes himself to be so, his true self comes out; his features grow blank and unreadable, his eyes become completely empty, and all semblance of life seems to completely drain from him. The reason he joined the Dark Digidestined was simply because they were the first to approach him with an offer.
Appearance: Thomas is an average looking 17 year old male from a wealthy family. He stands about 6'1 and 132lbs. He has a somewhat slender build, and his features and mannerisms change when he's aware of someone else being around. When around others, he looks and acts much like a normal person, laughing and joking with others, seeming to be an ordinary enough person, perhaps even a little too average, even his voice seems normal. The only exception to his mask is his eyes, even though they appear appropriate to the situation, when one looks at them, they appear empty. This almost all changes when he's alone. As stated above, everything about him dulls, making him seem empty and lifeless, a hollow shell of a human being.
*Ahem* Clothing wise, Thomas wears his school uniform when needed, a blue blazer with the school emblem on it and slacks over a white collared button-up shirt with black shoes(no trainers though). However, the rest of the time, he wears a black suit and tie with a silver pocket watch and black boots. Though the pocket watch has no design on it, nor does it have any special attachment to him, Thomas is never seen without it. Like any self-respecting fictional character, he has about a thousand copies of the exact same outfit.
Digimon Partner:Ryudamon
Digivolves From:Kyokyomon
Digivolves to:Ginryumon(or DexDorugamon, depending on situation)
In DD Team or Alone: Dark Digidestined
D-Processor Colours: flat grey
Parents: Mr. and Mrs. Ashford, final names TBD
Siblings:none that I can think of at the moment, may be retconned later
Other:
Pendant Name, Color and Symbol: Emptiness, it takes the following shape: 空, the Kanji 'Kara'. In color it is slate grey on dark grey.
Special Item:Something(undetermined) that he will eventually gain from another PC, if he ever gets one at all
History: (I hate this part, I often get stuck half-way, so don't expect much) It was about 17 years ago in the spring that Thomas was born in the countryside of Wales. Though he had an average, almost completely uneventful upbringing, with only the occasional minor mishap, Thomas was never able to truly be normal. Ever since he was young, he was always one of the brightest in his group, this might have been what prevented him from ever truly fitting in.
Through out his childhood and adolescence, Thomas was trained in several different arts beyond his typical schooling via private tutors his father 'arranged for'(read: forced on) him. Among other things, he learned to play the Violin, Cello, Piano, and the Hurdy Gurdy. He was also trained in martial(aka, practical) Fencing, and such as he grew older. One thing of note is that the room adjacent to his at his home(not his dorm) is occupied solely by a large super computer assembled from commercially available parts for Thomas's personal use. When away from home, he connects to it from his d-termial, or anything with proper connections really via the net. Because of this vulnerability, it's loaded with top of the line firewalls.
It was actually through his super computer that he met his Digimon, as opposed to the 'proper' method of the E-mail. You see, the original form of the computer was an old Japanese model that Thomas believes to have been used in AI creation projects in the mid '80s. Among the failed projects was a handful of working early AI. The most advanced of them was one entitled 'Digital Monsters'; what, if any, direct connection to the actual digital world is unknown. What is known is that a small number of early Digimon could be found within the program, Ryudamon included. Eventually, after upgrading his computer considerably, Ryudamon Bio-Emerged into the material world. Shortly after then, he was approached by a Dark Digidestined, and seeing little else to do, joined their side, receiving a D-Terminal, D-Processor, and his Pendant.
RP Sample:
Though he and his kin lived apart from the Hyuuga main compound, here Anzai was in the Mansion, learning Jyuuken. "Now then Bean sprout, watch and repeat." The old sensei, who had a slight pot belly and a long white beard that reached the center of his chest, began a complicated series of movements that seemed to invoke an image of a crane hunting a serpent. "Ok, your turn." Anzai got up and stepped into the training circle, slowing his breathing as he had learned to control his bodily reactions. "Start from neutral and do your best to remember what you saw." Anzai nodded and continued with his breathing control. He felt his heart rate slow, his nervousness fade like the twilit mist under the mid-morning sun.
He slipped into a half-sleep-like state where his muscles easily relaxed and could flow easily from one movement to the next. Where his chakra was cool and unfettered by the troubles of daily life, he could focus simply on the here and now, and leave later for later. And so he launched into a close facsimile of what his Sensei had just done. It was by no means perfect, but because it implemented so many of the movements he had already learned, he could do well enough. Within seconds, Anzai was completely entranced in his little dance, oblivious to the outside world. All he could see was an endless plain of blue as far as the eye could see.
As he moved, the aura of his chakra began to contract and condense around him, creating a building, swirling wind that closely matched his movements. When finally he reached the final movement of the sequence, a thrust-like move, he noticed his Sensei's beard move a little, as if a small breeze had drifted through the Dojo. But that wasn't possible, as it was winter and all the windows were closed to keep in the heat. A small smile crept across the old man's face. "Well then," the jiisan said, "You started off fine, but your moves got a little sloppy. Nevertheless, you've at least got the basics of the basics down. Now we work on something bigger." Anzai's sensei suddenly got up, grabbed the neck of Anzai's training outfit, threw open the sliding door, and tossed Rui out into the snow.
"It's f-f-freezing out here." Anzai stuttered, standing back up in the ankle deep snow, "What's with you?" "I want you to make that wind again. Do it in one movement. Bend your chakra around your body focus your Qi to a single point, then thrust to blow away the snow. No handsigns and no molding, just bend it. Else you just may wind up a frozen beansprout." with that image etched into his subconcious, Anzai did as his teacher told him and repeated his breathing exorcises from earlier, returning to the endless blue expanse reflected in his eyes. He visualized his movements before he began. Slowly, with controlled ease, he shifted into the Jyuuken basic stance, then in a flash, he began. In one long, flowing movement, Anzai gathered his radiating chakra around his right hand and concentrated his Qi, the energy of his body, to the palm of said hand, and as if moving around an axis, he spun around once and with that momentum, released all the energy he had built up at his right palm. It burst forth, imparting it's energy into the air itself and generated a spiraling wind that blew a cone of snow out of the yard...and into the neighbor's.
He slipped into a half-sleep-like state where his muscles easily relaxed and could flow easily from one movement to the next. Where his chakra was cool and unfettered by the troubles of daily life, he could focus simply on the here and now, and leave later for later. And so he launched into a close facsimile of what his Sensei had just done. It was by no means perfect, but because it implemented so many of the movements he had already learned, he could do well enough. Within seconds, Anzai was completely entranced in his little dance, oblivious to the outside world. All he could see was an endless plain of blue as far as the eye could see.
As he moved, the aura of his chakra began to contract and condense around him, creating a building, swirling wind that closely matched his movements. When finally he reached the final movement of the sequence, a thrust-like move, he noticed his Sensei's beard move a little, as if a small breeze had drifted through the Dojo. But that wasn't possible, as it was winter and all the windows were closed to keep in the heat. A small smile crept across the old man's face. "Well then," the jiisan said, "You started off fine, but your moves got a little sloppy. Nevertheless, you've at least got the basics of the basics down. Now we work on something bigger." Anzai's sensei suddenly got up, grabbed the neck of Anzai's training outfit, threw open the sliding door, and tossed Rui out into the snow.
"It's f-f-freezing out here." Anzai stuttered, standing back up in the ankle deep snow, "What's with you?" "I want you to make that wind again. Do it in one movement. Bend your chakra around your body focus your Qi to a single point, then thrust to blow away the snow. No handsigns and no molding, just bend it. Else you just may wind up a frozen beansprout." with that image etched into his subconcious, Anzai did as his teacher told him and repeated his breathing exorcises from earlier, returning to the endless blue expanse reflected in his eyes. He visualized his movements before he began. Slowly, with controlled ease, he shifted into the Jyuuken basic stance, then in a flash, he began. In one long, flowing movement, Anzai gathered his radiating chakra around his right hand and concentrated his Qi, the energy of his body, to the palm of said hand, and as if moving around an axis, he spun around once and with that momentum, released all the energy he had built up at his right palm. It burst forth, imparting it's energy into the air itself and generated a spiraling wind that blew a cone of snow out of the yard...and into the neighbor's.