Post by anima on Sept 12, 2011 4:51:15 GMT -5
IshidaSakura
There were drums in the air
as she started to dance,
and every soul in the room
keeping time with their hands.
And they sang ay-oh-ay-oh-ay-oh-ay
The voices bang like the angels sing
Singing ay-oh-ay-oh-ay-oh-ay
And she danced on into the night.
There were drums in the air
as she started to dance,
and every soul in the room
keeping time with their hands.
And they sang ay-oh-ay-oh-ay-oh-ay
The voices bang like the angels sing
Singing ay-oh-ay-oh-ay-oh-ay
And she danced on into the night.
FULL NAME.[/size][/color]
Ishida Sakura
NICKNAME(S).[/size][/color]
Sakura-chan
AGE & BIRTHDATE.[/size][/color]
16 & April 19th.
GENDER.[/size][/color]
Female
RANKING.[/size][/color]
Chosen heir
DIGIEGG.[/size][/color]
Beast or Avian
FACE CLAIM.[/size][/color]
Marta Lualdi (Tales of Symphonia)
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APPEARANCE.[/size][/color]
Sakura stands at an above average height for a japanese woman, standing at five feet and four inches, and weighing in at roughly one hundred and twenty-two pounds. Regular participation in both soccer and cross country running have granted her an athletic build, her body decently toned and she is among the fastest runners at her school's cross country team.
She has very long blonde hair that falls just below their waist. She usually wears it down, not doing much with it other than keeping it very well brushed. When she is taking part in activities where her hair gets in the way though, she'll usually tie it up in a ponytail or braid. Other than that though, she usually put anything in her hair.
Sakura has bright blue eyes, and very pale skin that tends to burn very easily when she forgets to put on sunscreen over the warmer months. She cannot stand wearing any sort of make-up, and the thought of wearing any sort of piercing makes her cringe. She has thought about getting a tattoo, but has yet to make any concrete decision on that and plans to wait until she's an adult to get it.
Being her tomboyish self, she is not one to wear feminine clothing. Dresses, skirts, heels, spaghetti straps, are decidedly absent from her wardrobe. Her mother constantly tries to get her to wear nicer clothes, particularly for special occasions, but the nicest thing she'd ever wear is a simple, and quite plain kimono.
Sakura tends to dress modestly, sticking mostly to knee length shorts, pants, jackets, sweaters, T-shirts and so on, and tends to avoid outfits that show too much skin. She hardly ever wears any other footwear besides running shoes. She also tends to favor practicality over any sort of extravagantly designed clothing, and tends to avoid clothes with any extra bits and bobs that only function to be irritating to her.
Strangely enough, the digital world seems to be quite against her as far as her favored clothing choices go. The outfit consists of a black spaghetti strapped mini dress, with a beige sleeveless blouse over top of it, and matching arm warmers. She wears long black leggings, and heavy orange boots. There are also flowers clipped on either side of her head. She finds most the outfit uncomfortable and the boots a bizarre match against the rest of the outfit, but she makes due with it.
PERSONALITY.[/size][/color]
Loyal ⁘ Responsible ⁘ Tomboyish ⁘ Competitive ⁘ Protective
Sakura is a teenager whom most of her family, friends and acquaintances consider a tomboy. With her love of sports, video games, and most stuff that would normally be expected from the male members of humanity. She'll never go out of her way to be 'lady-like', preferring to just relax and be herself. She is also quite stubborn in this area, and there is little anyone can do to convince her to go against this nature.
Loyalty is a big thing to Sakura. Its something she gives to all her friends and family, and something she expects returned in equal measure. She has no tolerance for those who would turn their backs on the people who are supposed to be their loved ones, their friends, and would just as quickly dump anyone who would deliberately betray her trust.
She is also very easily irritated. Even tiny insignificant disturbances such as rain or a tapping foot can tick her off. This also doesn't make her life much easier with her little brother around who often exploits this less than appealing trait to get her going and annoy the hell out of her. She cannot stand people who go out of their way to tick her off. Her brother only gets leniency because he's her brother, but even that leniency isn't always enough to stop her from chewing him out.
Sakura's always been considered the responsible child of the family, growing up with a healthy sense of obligation to taking care of the family as well as herself. This really shows with her relationship with her brother, who she still cares for and watches over despite how annoying he can be. She often worries about her brother's behavior, but at this point where improvement seems impossible she has grown more frustrated with him than anything else.
She's also very protective of friends and family, and often goes out of her way to try and keep them safe and out of trouble. At times this can seem more like being a worrywart, but she always means well. Especially when it comes to her brother, she finds herself often having to get him out of trouble he causes so frequently.
Sakura is well known for being able to hold a grudge. If someone does something to really tick her off, she can stay mad at them for weeks, months, even years if they did bad enough. Clearly this isn't one of her best traits, but with coaxing from friends and family, she can be convinced to let it go when it should be let go.
Sakura is a very competitive person, both in gaming and in sports. She enjoys nothing more than a challenge and always does her very best to come out on top. She participates in both her high school's cross country running and soccer teams, the latter of which she plays center forward for.
Sakura love the outdoors, and being in wide open spaces. She finds comfort in being out in the fresh air and away from small or very crowded places. She often feels very cramped and somewhat claustrophobic if she is in a small area or doesn't have as much personal space as she'd like.
She prefers to think her actions through, and consider her next steps before taking action whenever she can, especially when it is important things are done right. People who jump into things without thinking and are in general reckless, greatly annoy her and she can find herself at odds with such people if she has the misfortune of having to work with them.
Sakura has a crippling fear of spiders. Big, small, dangerous or not, it doesn't matter. She literally cannot function when she becomes aware of a spider within eyeshot. What happens when a spider is near, she completely freezes, can't speak can't move. However, when it comes to spider like digimon, her fears push her even beyond that to the point that she just runs. Doesn't pay attention to where she runs, just runs in the complete opposite direction of the spider digimon.
When Sakura was young, she inherited one of her father's oldest belongings, his harmonica which he had as a child. It was old, dusty and a bit beaten up, but it still carried a decent tune. She often plays it when she's alone or when things get too dull for her liking.
HISTORY.[/size][/color]
hometown; Odaiba, Japan
family members;
Ishida Yamato; Father
Ishida Sora; Mother
Ishida Ryutaro; Brother
Takaishi Takeru; Uncle
Takaishi Amarante; Aunt
Takaishi Hatsuharu; Cousin
For the first four years of her life, Sakura was an only child, her mother a successful fashion designer, and her father an astronaut. Needless to say, she had a fairly happy life from early on, able to have any toys she wanted to have and having what attentions her parents could give, complete focused on her. She was happy being an only child, but it didn't last long.
Sakura was four when her mother became pregnant with her baby brother. Sakura was not at all happy about this. From her point of view, this new sibling was going to take all the attention away from her, and she believed her parents would completely forget about her. It was upsetting. Too upsetting. Deciding she'd save them the trouble and run away from home.
Well fortunately she didn't get too far, her four year old mind wasn't quite keen on escape plans. Whatever the case though, the point was clear, and time came for a little heart to heart talk. Her parents explained to her that she wasn't being replaced, she wasn't going to be forgotten. They told her that they needed her now more than ever, to help raise and watch over her little brother.
This changed her view of the situation quite a bit. While it took a bit of thought, she soon became excited to have a little brother to watch over. For several years, she did her best to be a good big sister, and to watch over her little brother. At first it was fun, babies were cute and all. Unfortunately it didn't stay fun.
Sakura didn't know why, but her little brother Ryotaro-chan was becoming more and more of a handful as he grew older. His grades were slipping, he kept getting into trouble, and further more he was growing into a major pain in the but with the pranks he'd pull on her. It was annoying, but she tried to get him to stop, to get him to actually recognize that what he was doing was wrong and that he was hurting himself, but her efforts were futile and trying to help him became a general frustration. The only thing she could do was distance herself from her little brother, and watch over him from afar, and hope it was just a phase he was going through.
There wasn't much she could do as a big sister to help her brother more than she currently could. He was getting expelled from school after school, and Sakura had no intention of following him around. She turned her focus to her own studies and extra-curricular activities, while only keeping a careful eye on her brother and trying to help him when she could.
While she is completely frustrated with him, she still remains worried about her little brother. She wished he would just see that he was going down a very bad road, and she fears one day that he might end up in trouble she can't save him from.
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ONLINE HANDLE.[/size][/color]
Anima
AGE.[/size][/color]
21
OTHER CHARACTERS?[/size][/color]
None
PRETTY PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME...[/size][/color]
Please don't give me Muchomon or Neemon (Would strongly prefer a beast type)
RP SAMPLE.[/size][/color]
And so, the BishopChessmon fell to the onslaught of attacks. Sangloupmon simply waited as the BishopChessmon phased, then slowly began to dissipate into data, which he readily absorbed. It was the very least the fallen general deserved for all the suffering and death he caused. Now he'd never return to harm another digimon again. It may not bring back those fallen to his hands, but he got what he fully deserved, and that was the most satisfactory end Sangloupmon could hope for this battle.
In the meantime, Amber had run back to the field the second the BishopChessmon had begun to die, and arrived moments after her partner finished loading his fallen opponent's data. "That is one down." She said, turning on Lunamon. The battle had weakened the digimon to the point of near death. The BishopChessmon had been a distraction, but at least it was a convenient one. "Now time to finish the Lunamon. Digimodify! Omega Cannon activate!" She spat, swiping the card through her digivice.
Sangloupmon ducked his head as the MetalGarurumon shaped cannon appeared mounted on his back. In the midst of his battle against BishopChessmon, it had completely slipped his mind that his tamer wanted his temporary ally dead. First of all... OmegaCannon? Versus a Lunamon that would likely explode into data from just being poked? Overkill much? Secondly, while he considered the Lunamon an insensitive jerk, being a former friend, he really wasn't too keen on ending him. "Amber, he doesn't need to--"
"Of course he needs to die!" Amber spat. Her glare could not have looked more menacing. She was getting very sick of her partner continuously hesitating against enemies. This had to end now. Her faith in her partner was dwindling everyday he refused to eliminate an enemy. "Did you forget that this rodent berated us for just trying to live? He's made himself our enemy. He deserves nothing but death!"
Sangloupmon remained silent, and still didn't move to take any action. It must have been an odd sight, two Sangloupmon with Omega Cannons attached to their backs capable of delivering an attack that was more powerful than what even a normal mega level digimon could produce, being yelled at by a human who remained quite alive. "He ran his mouth, so what? He isn't any threat!" He argued back.
Mistral and Lunamon were in the air, on their flying sceptre thing now, nearing their escape, but it didn't matter at this point. She knew Sangloupmon wasn't going to obey. "I don't believe you." She muttered coldly. Mistral's breakdowns may have shown a version of her that was much more... sane, but when Amber broke down, she just got even worse; more delusional, more paranoid, more senseless, and more unreasonable. "I trusted you. I gave you a home, and I took care of you, and you pay me back with treachery!" She screamed.
"Amber, no! I'd never--"
"You already have! Get away from me!" She shrieked, throwing her digivice and cards at one of the Sangloupmon, which unfortunately turned out to be the original. She then turned around and ran away. While the Sangloupmon copy hung back guarding the digivice and cards, the original attempted to pursue his partner. Everytime he got close to her though, she turned around and threw the nearest object she could get her hands on at him.
Sangloupmon didn't chase her for long. She was not going to change her mind, and even if he could catch her, he'd likely end up killing her by accident before she ever saw any sense. Instead, he returned to the field, and as he approached the clone, it disintigrated. If Lunamon and Mistral was still there, he paid no attention to them. Sangloupmon simply gathered up Amber's digivice and cards, and fled shortly after, forcing himself not to cry out, as every ounce of his body urged to do so.
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