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Jet Bio::: BASIC INFO :::
:: PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ::
Skin color: Light blue
Scars: three slash marks over his left eye
:: PERSONALITY ::
Personality: Friendly to those he can trust, loyal, caring, and protective of his friends
Likes: Being with Glace and Puttimon, visiting “the clan”, reading, cryptids, being around Shadow
Dislikes: Battles, being alone, going near caves or underground
Strengths: Is smaller than most wizardmons but is very quick and agile, can turn into a cat
Weaknesses: Is completely blind on his left side, is not very strong
History: Jet was son of two Wizardmon’s, the same as Shadow. Soon after he hatched from the digiegg his parents grew badly sick and both died. He was too young to remember it or his parents. He wandered off one day and found a cave where he stayed alone for the first 7 years of his life. One day he went looking for food
How Katlego and Addae met“If you are to one day become king then you must face our greatest enemy.” The king said, looking at young Katlego. “Who’s our worst enemy, Dad?” Katlego asked. “The hyena. Follow me.” The king said, walking to a bush. A hyena pup laid, unconscious in the bush. “Take this pup somewhere and kill it. If you do, you will have proven yourself worthy of becoming king.” The king said. “But it’s so small and innocent... why do I have to kill it?” Katlego asked, staring at the pup. “It will grow up to be a monster.” The king said. Katlego looked at the hyena and grabbed its scruff, dragging it to a small den. Katlego raised his paw, claws unsheathed. The hyena pup’s eyes slowly opened, and he looked at Katlego, letting out a yelp of fear. “P-please don’t hurt me.” The hyena pup whimpered. “I won’t hurt you. What’s your name?” Katlego said, sheathing his claws.
Shadow Bio (Updated)Name: Shadow
Age: 18 years old
Favourite World: Digiworld
Other Frequented Worlds: Human world
Least Favourite World: Human world
Hair: Short and black
Scars: Scars on his stomach, throat, and side
Likes: Being around his friends, video games, music, the internet, fights that don’t end in his friends hurt, pranking
Dislikes: Seeing others in pain or dying, being a Candlemon, hurting the innocent
:: QUOTES ::
Personal Quote: “What the heck?!”
When Approached: “Uh, hi...”
Disappointed: *Sigh* “Fine...”
Offended: “Your going to regret that!”
Attacked: “What do you want with me?”
Death: “I can’t journey with you anymore, I’m sorry...”
Theme songs: I’m Still Here by John Rezeznik and Every Storm by Gary Allan
Voice: Zuko from Avatar the la
Shadow+Catnip...Shadow comes rushing into camp in his cat form. "IVY NOW I KNOW WHAT YOUR TALKING ABOUT, THIS CATNIP IS AWESOME!!!" Shadow yells, rolling around in the grass. "Wait, you stole my catnip!!!???" Ivy yells. "YEP!!!" Shadow yells. Ivy pounced on Shadow and started punching him. Shadow laughs through the punches. Shadow stands up and starts running around the camp with Ivy chasing him. Ivy pounces on him again and starts scratching him. Ashton grabs Shadow by his scruff and carries him away.
Whip Cream...Shadow sat asleep against a tree at the edge of camp. Ashton ran over to Shadow then grabbed him by his shoulders. Shadow jumped awake. “What the heck?!” Shadow yelled then realized it was Ashton. “You stole my last can of whip cream!!!” Ashton yelled angrily. “What are you talking about?” Shadow said. “You know what you did, you little thief!” Ashton yelled. “I didn’t touch the whip cream, Ashton!” Shadow said. “Oh, yeah, then I guess you’re going to blame someone else? That’s a common thief move!” Ashton yelled. Shadow facepalmed. “First of all, quit yelling. Second, I didn’t eat your stupid whip cream.” Shadow says. “What are you two arguing about now?” Taylah asked, walking up beside Ashton. “Shadow stole my whip cream.” Ashton said. “How did I steal it if Wormmon’s eating it?” Shadow sighs, pointing at Wormmon. Wormmon sits, eating t
Ashton BioAshton is a human who came to the digiworld by mistake but liked it quickly. He has no desire to return home. He grew up with a normal life but was bullied. He often talks about his many pets. Ashton came across Shadow and his friends by mistake and found out he was Shadow’s tamer. He acts immature most of the time with weird jokes that no one thinks are funny.
Likes: Animals, technology, pranking, hanging with his friends
Dislikes: People touching his laptop, others being bullied or hurt, school
Voice sounds like: Matt from Digimon Adventure
Gazimon BioGazimon is a surprisingly kind digimon who often acts like a father to Shadow. He ran into Shadow when Shadow was very young and taught him skills like how to fight and care for himself. He is a loner who often wanders through the digiworld and doesn’t stay in one place too long.
Likes: Helping Shadow, Traveling, battles
Dislikes: Seeing others hurt, Being in crowds
Habits: Calling Shadow “Kid”
Voice sounds like: The Gazimon’s in Digimon Adventure 1
Sugar Rush...Shadow, Ashton, Wizardmon, Wormmon, Hunter, Taylah, and Sora sit in camp. Ashton looks in his bag, spotting candy. Ashton pulls them out. “Hey, guys, who wants some candy?” Ashton asks. “I’ll take some.” Shadow says. Ashton tosses him a can of whip cream. Shadow eats almost half of the can in a single gulp. Ashton tosses Wormmon and Hunter a bag of gummy bears. They both smile, eating more and more of them. By this time, Shadow has eaten the whole can of whip cream and started on another. “Meh, I’m not in the mood.” Wizardmon says. Ashton tosses Wizardmon a bag of sour candy. “And suddenly, I am!” Wizardmon says, gulping down the candy. Sora and Taylah eat apples. “They’re going to be fat.” Taylah sighs. Shadow’s eyes go two different ways and he starts to laugh creepily, now on a sugar rush. “Is he ok?” Sora asks, floating down from the tree. Shadow passes out. “Yeah, he’ll be f
Shadow's Past Part 2Shadow went on for miles. He looked back to make sure his adopted mother hadn’t followed. Shadow hit into something, falling backwards. “Hey, watch it you little brat!” A Gazimon growled, turning. The Gazimon didn’t look as hostile when he saw Shadow, shaking on the ground. “P-lease don’t hurt me.” Shadow stuttered, shaking in fear. “Don’t worry, kid, I won’t hurt you.” The Gazimon said, helping Shadow up. “Why are you alone?” The Gazimon asked Shadow. “I... I’m not supposed to be here.” Shadow said, tears forming in his eyes. “Why would you say that?” The Gazimon asked, sitting down. “I have no one. My mother isn’t who I thought she was and I can’t find my own path.” Shadow said. The Gazimon stared at him. “All you need is some training, what do you say?” Gazimon said, standing up and out stretching his hand. Shadow looked at his hand, shaking
For the first time...The graves had laid untouched for years...There was a part of both sisters that resented their parents for what had been done to them….The King and Queen locking them away from each other and the world…
But overtime...Forgiveness did come….But the graves were left untouched...Until now.
The current Queen approached the headstone of her mother, her long pale blue cloak trailing behind her as she cradled a bundle in her arms.
“You were always afraid of me...And for me...I never understood why...But I guess I do now…” She spoke softly looking down at what she held a faint smile gracing her face. “But...There was something you two will never understand now...That love...Was the key to controlling my power…And love will be the key forever more…I know what you did was out of love…”
A soft cry caught her attention as she tightened her hold on the bundle rocking it. Elsa leaned back against the large grave sliding down to
Missed Meeting Penny stared at her latte as the rain ran down the window beside her. She barely gave any notice to the chilled breeze that was managing to sneak around the panes of glass even though her arm that was closest to the window was cold.
She looked at her watch then relieved her breath in a defeated sigh. He wasn’t coming. She should have known that he wouldn’t come, what reason was there for him to have come anyhow? She wasn’t anything special, especially to him.
She rested her chin in her hand s she went back to staring at her untouched drink. She no longer wanted it, she didn’t think that she would ever want a latte ever again. She had, after all, only developed a liking for them when she had found out that it was his favorite; it had seemed like it would be something that they could share. Now it only seemed to remind her of how stupid she had been to believe he would want to meet her.
When Paths Cross
Sophie - 11
“Ok, so Nine hundred thirty nine divided by six. First you would…um. This is a lot harder I thought it would be.” Sophie moaned as she slammed the unfinished mathematics worksheet onto the kitchen table. She hated math with a passion. It was just so frustrating. Give her history, writing, even geography and she knew exactly what to do. Math however, not so much.
She didn’t understand how her purple clad uncle could keep all those numbers straight. Wait, that‘s it. Maybe he could help her. With that, the small female turtle jumped from the chair with her paper and pencil to find her uncle. “Uncle Don?” She called as she entered the lab. “Are you in here?” Then, she saw it.
Her dad told her Donnie had been working on something big, but this was outstanding. At first glance, it seemed to be an ordinary telephone booth, but Sophie knew better. First of all, it was wrapped with caution tape. The tall green booth, in an
Time of Month.T’was an ordinary day in the Williams’ household, Fracois and Snowflake were playing with Mister Kumajiro, Matt was relaxing on the couch, but, weeellll……Tundra….Wasn’t really being herself. “MATTY!!” She called out to her husband in a harsh tone, which she rarely did. Matt whimpered and poked his head into their room. “Y-Yes, my little snowflake? S-Something wrong?” “Of COURSE something’s wrong. I’m hungryyyyyyy!” She whined. Matt sighed a bit, and brought her back a bag of potato chips. “H-Here…” He said with a tiny smile. Tundra squeed, hugged him, and began eating.
Matt smiled, but went to his laptop and googled the symptoms Tundra was having. He facepalmed when he saw what it was, and shut his laptop. He then went to their room and hugged her from behind, smiling. Tundra growled a little at this and sorta nudged him off, now eating chocolate. Matt then went to call Franc
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I turned over an empty glass from another table in the room off to the side and half-filled it with water. I lifted the glass to my lips and scanned the room of faces. My chest tightened when I didn’t find the face I was looking for. Derek. Where was he? When we had had lunch earlier in the week, he had assured me he would attend.
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Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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