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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
Rumor Has It"Princess Victoria?" A voice said from outside my door.
"Yes Kai?" I yawned, stretching and feeling the sun on my skin.
"Princess, the ship from Corona has arrived. It is currently at the docks." He said, his voice slightly muffled.
"Oh, ok. Wait, what!?"
"The ship from Cor-" he started, by I couldn't hear the rest of what he said, I was already sliding down the banister of the stairs.
I skipped down the docks, up to the ship with a large sun against a purple background on it's mast.
I saw a young man, only a few years older than myself. He had messy brown hair, green eyes that shone like stars, and a cheeky grin on his face.
The man tackled me to the ground, kissed me on the cheek, and pecked my collarbone.
"Vic, not a day passes when I don't think of you." He said poetically.
"Luke, the sun will rise in the east, and set in the west, but I continue waiting for you." I replied.
"Did Heidi write that for you?" He asked, standing up and brushing off invisible dust form his shoulders.
Unexpected Survival I slowly and groggily opened my eyes, which surprised me. I shouldn't be able to do this, I should have died! But somehow I was still alive, in what looked to be some hospital room.
Slowly, I regained awareness of my body. Me? alive? It mean…
Trying to find a shortcut I got lost, again. Alas, this time I stumbled on some shady business. I would have thought to be killed right then, but instead I just ended as another article.
My captors were into human trafficking, or rather ex-human. They were forcefully transforming young women and teenage girls into succubi, before selling them to prostitution rings. Apparently it became something usual these last years.
They planed to change me too. Seems being female isn't required to become a succubus, it only give you less chance to die in the process.
Microfiction #2 PeacePeace
There is a familiar burn in my eyes. I blink one, I blink twice and then 5 more times to let them rest. After an hour of gazing into the brightly colored screen of my laptop my eyes have fallen dry.
That is not the worst of it, for my body is warning me of other alerts. My throat feels as dry and raw as a hollow drought.
There is pressure in the temples of my head and my nose is also itchy and dry. According to the weather website on my laptop, it's allergy season again; I can feel the flush on my cheeks, they are warm to the touch.
My breath is normal but has lately been falling short. What a harsh hit from the world to make me suffer like this. In my laptop there are no allergy seasons and there are no droughts or itchiness.
I could go to another world that is virtual and different. To think, with just a few rolls and scrolls I could easily learn everything my laptop has to teach me.
The bright door opened for me again, a song was taking me as the phones on my head projected me
FootfallThe doorbell rang. When I opened the door, a package sat at my doorstep. I brought it inside and set it on the counter. It was dented on one side and looked as though it had been roughly handled. My name and address was written haphazardly on the top. I sighed, smiling, and pulled out a small knife to cut the packaging tape off the box. Inside was a dart gun and a necklace. I ignored the gun and lifted the necklace up to see it better. It was a wolf fang dangling off a leather cord. I rubbed the fang sullenly with my thumb before slipping the cord over my head. It bounced once against my collar bone before lying still. I closed up the box containing nothing but the gun and hid it in the back of my closet. I wouldn’t be needing it.
I ran outside, slamming the front door behind me and I jumped into my car. It was old and rustic; I thought it was a miracle I could even get it started. It let out a metallic growl before I sped down the empty road. I watched the forest grow as I drove
You. (Possibly a short story series)You smirk, dropping the knife to the ground, drops of blood threatening to to hit you as the blade made contact with the concrete of the alley. The body of a women laid a few inches away from the tips of your toes. Her throat was cut and she had a major stab wound in her lower abdomen. You squat down to wipe your blood covered hands on the women's shirt. When you stand back up, you take in a deep, satisfied breathing, knowing the job was done. You turn on your heels, ready to leave, but wait, no prints left behind, right? You pick up your knife and slip it into its sheath positioned on your hip. You dig in your pockets for a lighter. Once you locate it you pull it out, then make flames come out of it. You chuckle lightly as you whisper to yourself, "Burn, baby, burn." You light the lady's body a blaze, glancing over your shoulder to make sure nobody is watching or looking. You put your hand over your nose at the awful smell of burning human flesh. Somebody's attention is bound to be dr
PawnsI was twelve when my mother pressured me into receiving tutelage from a Mr. Tony Malkinet every Thursday in the intricate art of chess. I mean, when I was a kid, sure it interested me; however, I wouldn’t have gone so far as to push my child into taking lessons like my mother forced me to do. I had no idea how much she paid this cynical, opinionated atheist to tutor me… and I think the real reason was she saw Tony as a good fatherly role model for me.
Since the day I was born, I had no one to call my father. No one to play catch with or watch a football game with; therefore, I became an isolated, budding intellectual, spending the majority of my free time bettering my intelligence. Tony always saw potential in me which boosted my self-esteem; he would constantly compare his younger self to me and encouraged my interests in the arts, religion, and debating.
It was Thursday, and I’ll admit, I get excited when it’s time to drive to Tony’s. When I showed up, I
Equestria Girls Rainbow Rocks - Sneak PeakFlare Tiger walked down in the dark room which lived in deepest basement, which below the Canterlot High School as it’s had two basements but unknown to them, that’s Flare Tiger had created the third and finally, the third basement known as Haunted Shade Basement which she’s choose to scared other by used her old friend, Shadow Cat aka Nightmare Partner in her friend’s codename which Dragon Strike Force didn’t want used her for few reasons that’s she’s very danger and able sneaky around a lots, also, she’s loved killed most of time when she was need. Flare Tiger smiled to see her friend who sat and playing on the television which is game, Flare Tiger decided to pass by and her friend noticed her and smiled in greeting in friendly cat’s tone to Flare Tiger. Flare Tiger nodded right back and walked to the room, which very hugest and very secrets where Flare Tiger didn’t want tell her family about it, not even the outsiders knew
Katlego's WishKatlego sat on the top of the rock. He looked down at the zebra herd who lied asleep in the grass. He spotted a few baby zebras who were hopping around playing. Katlego began to think of cubs and how he wanted some. He looked at the cave where his queen, Ebony was. He walked in, still thinking of cubs. Katlego lied down beside her, falling asleep. He fell into a dream. “I got you dad!” A cub said jumping on him. He fell over, laughing. Another cub grabbed Katlego’s tail. Katlego rolled over, acting like he was defeated. “Yes, I give up, you got me.” He said kindly, licking one of the cubs head. It batted at his whiskers. Katlego woke up, sad that it had only been a dream. He looked at his queen and fell asleep again, still hoping for cubs of his own.
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