Post by observer on Sept 13, 2011 12:38:18 GMT -5
Renamon
Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love,
The things you are, the things you never want to lose.
Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love,
The things you are, the things you never want to lose.
LEVEL.[/size][/color]
Rookie
GENDER.[/size][/color]
Female
RANKING[/size][/color]
Wild now.
ATTRIBUTE.[/size][/color]
Data
TYPE.[/size][/color]
Beast-man
VOICE ACTOR/ACTRESS.[/size][/color]
N/A
THEMES.[/size][/color]
Main theme - Brand X Music - Vol 12 - Synchronicity
Combat theme - Brand X - Bring the Pain
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PERSONALITY.[/size][/color]
If this Renamon can be described with one word, she could be described as "Lost" or"Amnesiac". Because that would be the most accurate way of describing her. Ever met a person who was hit on the head REALLY hard? They'd be confused. Disoriented. Not having a clue about what is going on. The Renamon would fit the description perfectly. Her mind is like a clean sheet - not much is written on it.
She is extremely naive and unaware of things, which means she can be tricked without much effort. She doesn't lie, or expects others to. She looks at most things as if she sees it the first time, and it is true, to be honest. Her somewhat childish curious demeanor contrasts much with her physical appearance. It is a bit ... silly for someone who looks rather ... threatening and imposing to act like this. She doesn't care.
Her nature is mostly friendly and helpful. She wanders around, from one small village to another, and earns a little living by helping the inhabitants out in exchange for a little food or a shelter for the night. She doesn't know to do much, so these "odd jobs" she picks usually revolve around physical strength and carrying stuff - she is very apt physically.
One of her notable trait of hers, and the most obvious one is that she has a rather nasty speech impediment. It is probably the aftermath of her "trauma", and a sourse of great frustration to her. She fails to formulate propositions often, resulting in yoda speak at best and incoherent words not related one to another at worst. Because of that she is often afraid to initiate a conversation, afraid she will be laughed at or mocked. If someone would take the effort of helping her out with her trouble, she would be extremely grateful.
Her lack of knowledge and memory also results in her being extremely unsure of herself when it comes to making a decision on important stuff. She is rather submissive, and would rather do what she is told to do, but if she will be forced to make a decision and act on her own, she would do so, albeit with great hesitation. She doesn't like risk, and would rather go the safest and recognizable path possible.
Despite all this, the renamon is in no way retarded or mentally-challenged. Her odd behavior comes from lack of information or any memories, she is most capable of complex thought, but people tend to forget about that sometimes. She points out the fact frequently, bringing much shame to anyone who overlooked the fact that she does take offense. She has few things that offend her, but those are insulting and making fun of her speech pattern and thinking she is dumb.
She wants desperately to find out what happened to her, and tries gathering any shred of information possible, coming even down to asking each person she meets: "Have you seen me?". But she did not have much luck - her only sources of info so far being a few flashbacks and dreams. Those are being extremely vague and ... mostly scary.
She has an unexplainable fear of humans, which comes almost to panic. She needs to put great effort into not running away upon seeing one, and she doesn't know why. She assumes a human did something bad to her before, so she is mostly wary of them, staying away, if possible. However, due to naivety, it is not very hard to convince her that you are a "good human".
She has a hobby, which is drawing. It stems from her inability to communicate what she tries saying, so she rather draws things that would require many words to say, in sketches. One of her few personal belongings is a notebook and a pen, who knows where she got it from. When she can't communicate, she will draw. Or she will just draw for fun. Hobby.
Now. Do you remember all said above? You can dump it out of the window when she has to fight. She usually abhors violence, but when someone is determined to hurt her, the renamon's personality changes drastically. She becomes ... well, frighteningly competent, and apt at using practically anything as a weapon, and from somewhere comes knowledge of even human weaponry and electronics to a degree. She has no explanation for this, but it is another lead to her old self, which she seeks for so ardently...
HISTORY.[/size][/color]
This Renamon's history could be considered rather short when compared to that of other digimon, mostly because ... well, its only a couple of years long in time-line, half of a year at best. This is all that she remembers. She is, of course, older than that, much older, but, unfortunately, all beyond this short period of time is missing... Or otherwise concealed...
The first moment she ever remembered was her waking up in the middle of the forest, alone. Battered and bruised, with nasty slashes all over her body - the somewhat nasty scars on her body reminging of that - those violet stripes across her face and other bodyparts. The damage was fierce, and she would have probably died back then, if she didn't have the luck in a certain Babamon who was living in the forest, and happened to stumble upon the mutilated body...
The babamon was a good, kind-hearted soul. She did not walk away and leave the renamon. No, the fox was brought to the hut, where the elderly digimon tended to her wounds to the best of her ability. She also asked the poor thing what happened to her, who she was, where she was from. All these questions ... the renamon couldn't answer. She was so confused, so helpless, like a new-born, she did not remember a thing in this world...
For the next two months she was recuperating. It took time - injuries were numerous, and the wounds were deep. But she got over it, being made from data and all, and not from flesh and bone. First month she wasn't even able to get up by herself, but it went on better from there, to great rejoicing of the Babamon caregiver. It pained the old lady to see the fox in such a dreadful state...
Soon enough, the renamon's existence started relying around this little world that was the house. As soon as she was able to get up, she started helping Babamon around the house, with what she could, though that was not much - carrying, lifting stuff and whatever else the elderly digimon couldn't do on her own. These were ... relatively happy times for both of them - the renamon had someone who cared for her, and the Babamon had someone to care for.
This cloudless existence couldn't carry on for too long though. At some point, the fox began having ... dreams. If at first they were somewhat confusing, they began to be more tangible with time. And they were ... scary, for the most part. She saw ... lights, faceless people, barb-wire, heard the alarms, cages... Those weren't just dreams she figured, those had to come from ... somewhere else.
She too, started wandering. Who she was? Where she came from? What happened to her. She asked the Babamon, but from where could the old lady know the answer? The uncertainty and lack of knowledge was ... distressing. All these people, places she never saw before ... or did she? In her dreams, she saw digimon talking to her... or screaming and running away... And fires burning, it was all so confusing...
The strange things continued as the fox began recalling some of her skills, which demonstrated in the house-hold. She was very agile and strong on her own right, stronger than her kind should normally be, and she was very scary when in the kitchen using a cooking knife - any chef would envy her skill with it. The fox was becoming more and more curious by the day, but her questions had no answer, since she was cloistered in this old hut. The Babamon was not blind, she noticed the unrest...
The decision to leave on a journey was hard for both of them. Though it was not the fox who made it. Even with this uncertainty gnawing her from the inside, she would never leave her "grandma's" side, but the Babamon nudged the child to go on her own. Renamon couldn't argue against that - the old one would know better, right? Reluctantly, she understood this was a necessity. They couldn't carry on like this forever.
Being supplied by Babamon with a map, and a few gimmicks that would help in her journey, the Renamon left the only place she knew and could call home, into a new world... A quest to regain memories... Visit places she saw in dreams. Somewhere out there there was her old self waiting... Would ever the two selves meet?
ATTACKS.[/size][/color]
• Diamond Storm - Fires off multiple shards of energy leaves.
• Kohenkyo - Switches places with the enemy or creates up to two clones of itself.
•Wisteria Punch - Its body glows with a bright blue flame before Renamon rushes at the enemy with a punch.
EVOLUTION LINE.[/size][/color]
Reremon » Viximon » Renamon » Youkomon » Doumon » Kuzuhamon
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ONLINE HANDLE.[/size][/color]
Alex
AGE.[/size][/color]
20
OTHER CHARACTERS?[/size][/color]
None yet.
RP SAMPLE.[/size][/color]
Machine kingdom was well-known for many things, most if not all of them revolving around some sort of cruelty and death. Everything here represented danger, even if said danger was not obvious for the naked and inexperienced eye, but it still was. The land under machines was dead, cold, covered in ash. Nothing grew here, no water... No food, no nothing. Only barren wasteland, and machine patrols. Machines... they don't need food or water, but should anybody try escaping their realm, they would die. Either by the bullet, or from hunger and drought... And yet some escaped.
Renee had mixed feelings when walking upon this barren wasteland once more. There was resentment of course, but she could feel that a small part of her felt like... home. The vulnerable, whimpering, submissive part she hated so much. It was odd, maybe just familiarity with the depressing setup... Or maybe it was something more. The year she spent in a place like this was carved in her memory... No, not carved, burnt...
She remembered her escape though, all too well. Driven by instinct, desperation, fear and pain, she was nothing like what she was now. Her path of escape was littered with dead bodies... No plan at all, just run, run, run, over the wall, the barbwire cutting her, leaving long scars... Scars she hat on her body as well... Being shot... But ... she never planned on getting in again... Not in her life... Still, security couldn't have changed much, could it?
Yes, it was the same, just like she remembered. Machines knew not what was imagination, all of their cities looked alike very much, so one who knows his way around one place will feel like home anywhere. Yes, it was pretty much similar. Walls, barbwire, machine guns, the usual. Not like some radical reforms took place after her escape, she was ... what, one out of 10000 who survived the escape?
As their group hid in a shell-hole somewhere in no-man's land, the projector light often above their heads, and tracing volleys of machine guns heard ever so loudly... It did not worry Renee. The machine guns had language of their own. These lazy volleys meant everything is ok. It was not the kind of shooting they did on a freshly-spotted target...
- Well, we're at the spot... - she said warily, looking over towards the fortified city... They were only 500 meters away from it... It would e tricky getting over such a formidable protection from the outside... Very hard. The renamon looked at her two followers for a little while. Before they try anything ... they would need a plan...
( Tis from another digimon site I am on )
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