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Terminal Tokyo app
Mar. 27th, 2013 06:44 pmOOC Information
NAME; Wolfie
AGE; 23
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED; N/A
IC Information
CHARACTER NAME; BlackWarGreymon
AGE; N/A
CANON; Digimon Adventures 02
CANON POINT; After sealing the gate to the Digital World at Highton View Terrace
FAMILY TYPES; N/A
APPEARANCE;
BlackWarGreymon is an armored hybrid of man and dragon. Broad-shouldered and thickly muscled, he stands between fifteen and eighteen feet tall, not including the horns on his helm. The digizoid armor is either chrome or black chrome. Yellow tubes attach the pauldrons to his chestplate, and three separate pairs of tubes tie the halves of the chestplate together. The greaves have a layered yellow inlay, and yellow tubes wrap around his calves to hold them on. Attached to the back of his armor is a shield split in half, also black. His helm covers the top half of his head, with one horn at the tip above his nose, like a rhino’s, and two at the back that angle upward after coming out straight, more like a bull’s (but smaller). The smaller horns have yellow rings on them, and a crop of spiky yellow hair sticks out from under the helm.
His forearms are belted to two massive gauntlets, the Dramon Destroyers. While his arms are similar in proportion to a normal human man’s, the gauntlets reach down well past his knees, including the three long claws. A wedge-shaped spike extends from each pauldron, reaching about halfway up his armored neck, while the shield on his back is just barely taller than his shoulders, and comes down about as far as his fists. Three pieces of armor protect his thighs from the front and sides, though nothing protects them in from the back.
While BlackWarGreymon is mostly similar to a man in stature and muscle structure, there are readily apparent differences. The first is his tough, black skin, though with the armor it sort of blends in from a distance. His head is that of a reptile, covered by its chrome helm, and his face extends far forward from his skull. The chrome helm covers the top half, with cutouts for his eyes, and long toothlike projections on either side, closer to where his mouth would be – though that’s hard to judge, as his mouth never visibly opens. Another nonhuman feature are his extremely large feet. When spread, each is nearly the same size as his torso, three-toed and clawed.
PERSONALITY;
“Dark and brooding” would be the simplest description of BlackWargreymon’s behavior. He spends a great deal of his time on his own, and doesn't often wish for company. There are a few reasons for this, the main one being that he doesn't know how to interact with anyone else, at least on a social level. Another is his knowledge that he is not a "natural" occurrence in the Digital World, and that, now, gives him what might be akin to a sense of guilt—though he wouldn't know that "guilt" is the word for what he feels. His tendency to turn to combat as a method for conflict resolution likely doesn't help anything either, a spillover from the days before he met Azulongmon. A better lid on his temper might make life easier for him, too.
His understanding of emotions is stunted, at best. He's so very young, and so much of his life was spent fighting that he never learned much of anything. This leaves him gruff, judgmental, and often rather difficult to get along with. He'll answer and ask questions bluntly, with no regard for politenesssince he doesn't really know what that is anyway, and won't hesitate to state if he finds something unpalatable, without regard to whether he's being insulting in doing so. Not such a good trait for someone who needs to learn about how to interact with those around him; but while BlackWargreymon recognizes this fact, he has a difficult time overcoming it.
This leaves him easily confused in normal conversations, because he doesn't understand much of what motivates others. Pain, anguish, and emptiness were all that ever drove him, until he met Azulongmon, and even after that he was driven by the search for meaning in his life. Love and kindness are foreign concepts, ones he's been unable to grasp—even when Agumon extended his friendship, BlackWargreymon didn't truly know why, or what that friendship would mean. That isn't to say he won't accept kindnesses given to him, but it will take him time to figure out what the purpose of the gift is; he won't be able to just take it and express his gratitude without interviewing the person about why they chose to part with something, or do him a favor.
For now, until he's able to form bonds and make friendships, his biggest goal is to atone for all the destruction he had caused before his parting. He knows well that he is responsible for a great deal of damage, and even the deaths of a number of Digimon, just for the sake of attacking the Destiny Stones and finding Azulongmon. Despite using the last of his energy to seal the gate at Highton View Terrace from Myotismon's tyranny, this all still weighs heavily on his heart. He knows now the gravity of all that he's done, and that he can never truly make up for all the suffering he caused, but he still desires to do what he is able to make amends. This might mean he spends his entire life working at it, but he knows it will be worthwhile in the end.
HISTORY;
BlackWarGreymon on the Digimon Wiki
SAMPLES
FIRST PERSON;
[BlackWargreymon takes a moment to compose himself as he turns on the communicator. Upon his arrival here, he couldn't remember anything after sealing the gate to the Digital World. This left him very…confused. What had brought him back, and why? Is he meant to begin a search for a new purpose, or to return to the old one?
His focus again turns to the communicator, now that he's collected his thoughts.]
I…would like to ask for advice. My presence here defies logic; my life had ended, yet here I stand. If anyone is willing to answer, I would like to know for what reasons I may have been revived. This has been the cause of much frustration for me, and also confusion. I feel that having learning why I have been brought here may bring me peace.
THIRD PERSON;
BlackWargreymon let out a breath, furrowing his brow at his surroundings. They were of a familiar architecture, though not one he recognized from the Digital World. This was no more recognizable as the Real World, either. Some of it felt familiar, but some didn't. It was a very strange mix of The bright sunlight glinted off his helmet as he examined the area further, intending to determine just where he had been taken to. "Terminal Tokyo" Culumon had called it. A strange name indeed, yet it seemed to fit this place; moreso than simply it being a mashup of the names of two cities. Every time one city appeared to dominate, it would end. To BlackWargreymon, the difference was abrupt, and almost jarring. There was a certain dissonance between the two, one he suspected he would only get used to with time. The distortions in the Digital World hadn't felt anything like this. Any questions to that nature would have to be saved for the future.
What he was left to wonder in the meantime, however, was how he came to be here, and what it was he was meant to do. Surely he would not have been brought back without purpose; sealing the gate at Highton View Terrace had required all the energy he had remaining. The one possessing Oikawa had more than enough power to ensure that the body BlackWargreymon had would not be able to function again. That would mean this body was a new one…yet it felt just the same as the other. New…or perhaps reconstructed. He inspected one gauntlet carefully, then the other. No signs of damage, nor even slight wear and tear. Every site he'd suffered injury, perfectly clean. How this body was in such excellent condition, with all his memories intact, was just as worthy of questioning as the environment itself.
There was nothing to be done simply by standing here wondering about the make of the place, and the body he occupied. The worlds were in apparent disarray, and after his time causing distortions in the Digital World, he felt he had some obligation to aid in solving this problem...whatever the problem was. He only had to hope now that there would be a way he could prove useful. Strength in combat had little application outside of the battlefield, and with so little knowledge of the rest of any world's affairs, he had his doubts that he would be of any true aid.
NAME; Wolfie
AGE; 23
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED; N/A
IC Information
CHARACTER NAME; BlackWarGreymon
AGE; N/A
CANON; Digimon Adventures 02
CANON POINT; After sealing the gate to the Digital World at Highton View Terrace
FAMILY TYPES; N/A
APPEARANCE;
BlackWarGreymon is an armored hybrid of man and dragon. Broad-shouldered and thickly muscled, he stands between fifteen and eighteen feet tall, not including the horns on his helm. The digizoid armor is either chrome or black chrome. Yellow tubes attach the pauldrons to his chestplate, and three separate pairs of tubes tie the halves of the chestplate together. The greaves have a layered yellow inlay, and yellow tubes wrap around his calves to hold them on. Attached to the back of his armor is a shield split in half, also black. His helm covers the top half of his head, with one horn at the tip above his nose, like a rhino’s, and two at the back that angle upward after coming out straight, more like a bull’s (but smaller). The smaller horns have yellow rings on them, and a crop of spiky yellow hair sticks out from under the helm.
His forearms are belted to two massive gauntlets, the Dramon Destroyers. While his arms are similar in proportion to a normal human man’s, the gauntlets reach down well past his knees, including the three long claws. A wedge-shaped spike extends from each pauldron, reaching about halfway up his armored neck, while the shield on his back is just barely taller than his shoulders, and comes down about as far as his fists. Three pieces of armor protect his thighs from the front and sides, though nothing protects them in from the back.
While BlackWarGreymon is mostly similar to a man in stature and muscle structure, there are readily apparent differences. The first is his tough, black skin, though with the armor it sort of blends in from a distance. His head is that of a reptile, covered by its chrome helm, and his face extends far forward from his skull. The chrome helm covers the top half, with cutouts for his eyes, and long toothlike projections on either side, closer to where his mouth would be – though that’s hard to judge, as his mouth never visibly opens. Another nonhuman feature are his extremely large feet. When spread, each is nearly the same size as his torso, three-toed and clawed.
PERSONALITY;
“Dark and brooding” would be the simplest description of BlackWargreymon’s behavior. He spends a great deal of his time on his own, and doesn't often wish for company. There are a few reasons for this, the main one being that he doesn't know how to interact with anyone else, at least on a social level. Another is his knowledge that he is not a "natural" occurrence in the Digital World, and that, now, gives him what might be akin to a sense of guilt—though he wouldn't know that "guilt" is the word for what he feels. His tendency to turn to combat as a method for conflict resolution likely doesn't help anything either, a spillover from the days before he met Azulongmon. A better lid on his temper might make life easier for him, too.
His understanding of emotions is stunted, at best. He's so very young, and so much of his life was spent fighting that he never learned much of anything. This leaves him gruff, judgmental, and often rather difficult to get along with. He'll answer and ask questions bluntly, with no regard for politeness
This leaves him easily confused in normal conversations, because he doesn't understand much of what motivates others. Pain, anguish, and emptiness were all that ever drove him, until he met Azulongmon, and even after that he was driven by the search for meaning in his life. Love and kindness are foreign concepts, ones he's been unable to grasp—even when Agumon extended his friendship, BlackWargreymon didn't truly know why, or what that friendship would mean. That isn't to say he won't accept kindnesses given to him, but it will take him time to figure out what the purpose of the gift is; he won't be able to just take it and express his gratitude without interviewing the person about why they chose to part with something, or do him a favor.
For now, until he's able to form bonds and make friendships, his biggest goal is to atone for all the destruction he had caused before his parting. He knows well that he is responsible for a great deal of damage, and even the deaths of a number of Digimon, just for the sake of attacking the Destiny Stones and finding Azulongmon. Despite using the last of his energy to seal the gate at Highton View Terrace from Myotismon's tyranny, this all still weighs heavily on his heart. He knows now the gravity of all that he's done, and that he can never truly make up for all the suffering he caused, but he still desires to do what he is able to make amends. This might mean he spends his entire life working at it, but he knows it will be worthwhile in the end.
HISTORY;
BlackWarGreymon on the Digimon Wiki
SAMPLES
FIRST PERSON;
[BlackWargreymon takes a moment to compose himself as he turns on the communicator. Upon his arrival here, he couldn't remember anything after sealing the gate to the Digital World. This left him very…confused. What had brought him back, and why? Is he meant to begin a search for a new purpose, or to return to the old one?
His focus again turns to the communicator, now that he's collected his thoughts.]
I…would like to ask for advice. My presence here defies logic; my life had ended, yet here I stand. If anyone is willing to answer, I would like to know for what reasons I may have been revived. This has been the cause of much frustration for me, and also confusion. I feel that having learning why I have been brought here may bring me peace.
THIRD PERSON;
BlackWargreymon let out a breath, furrowing his brow at his surroundings. They were of a familiar architecture, though not one he recognized from the Digital World. This was no more recognizable as the Real World, either. Some of it felt familiar, but some didn't. It was a very strange mix of The bright sunlight glinted off his helmet as he examined the area further, intending to determine just where he had been taken to. "Terminal Tokyo" Culumon had called it. A strange name indeed, yet it seemed to fit this place; moreso than simply it being a mashup of the names of two cities. Every time one city appeared to dominate, it would end. To BlackWargreymon, the difference was abrupt, and almost jarring. There was a certain dissonance between the two, one he suspected he would only get used to with time. The distortions in the Digital World hadn't felt anything like this. Any questions to that nature would have to be saved for the future.
What he was left to wonder in the meantime, however, was how he came to be here, and what it was he was meant to do. Surely he would not have been brought back without purpose; sealing the gate at Highton View Terrace had required all the energy he had remaining. The one possessing Oikawa had more than enough power to ensure that the body BlackWargreymon had would not be able to function again. That would mean this body was a new one…yet it felt just the same as the other. New…or perhaps reconstructed. He inspected one gauntlet carefully, then the other. No signs of damage, nor even slight wear and tear. Every site he'd suffered injury, perfectly clean. How this body was in such excellent condition, with all his memories intact, was just as worthy of questioning as the environment itself.
There was nothing to be done simply by standing here wondering about the make of the place, and the body he occupied. The worlds were in apparent disarray, and after his time causing distortions in the Digital World, he felt he had some obligation to aid in solving this problem...whatever the problem was. He only had to hope now that there would be a way he could prove useful. Strength in combat had little application outside of the battlefield, and with so little knowledge of the rest of any world's affairs, he had his doubts that he would be of any true aid.
