Post by Gill A. Mesh on Jul 20, 2018 6:37:50 GMT
Character Name: Gill A. Mesh
Character Age: 23
Character Gender: Male
Character Appearance:
With greased back black hair and piercing green eyes, Gill can regularly be seen wearing a black or blue jacket and keeping a cigarette between his teeth, typically unlit, but occasionally he gets his lighter to work.
Character Digivice Appearance:
When utilized, the lighter will emanate a small green flame and a screen will pop-up alerting the user to the various functions that they can make use of. Including, but not limited to the status of his Digimon.
Character Personality:
Many words can be used to describe the displeasure that one may feel from being around Gill. But does he give a crap? You can bet your ass he doesn't. Actually, he may not understand some of those words in the first place. Despite all of this, Gill sticks to his guns when he acts as he does, looking down on others who have not proven they are as strong as him or if he just really, really dislikes them. Unwilling to compose himself in a manner some may consider appropriate or proper, he will go out of his way to make those that think this way uncomfortable, he carries around the smoke heavy cigars for this reason specifically.
Gill was taught to fight on the street and as such brawls in that manner, even if he isn't that good at it, ruthless to no end and will not give any opponent an edge, regardless of who they may be. Dirty tricks are not beyond his grasp and he will do everything to give himself the edge in a fight, from utilizing his pocket sand to aiming for more... private areas. Should he be on the losing end, he will likely collapse under the disbelief that his own power was not enough.
Character History:
Life isn't always easy, sometimes you get a bad hand and other times you are eternally screwed. Some may say that from a young age, Gill has sort of been between these two states of being, his luck always shifting side to side in this eternal flux of bad and good. Some call it karma, others call it fate.
It all began years ago when the young male was but a tot living with his mom, a strong-willed woman, but a single mother on top of that. She had to work her hardest to make a living for her and her son. Her attention on this and not often enough on Gill, making the child feel left out and alone. It was this distance that brought him to streets around his home, learning the area around him and those that regularly occupied it. It wasn't long before this young boy met the crowd many would call the 'filth', not because of the way they acted (they were actually extremely nice people), but because they were literal poop. Two Sukamon and a rather studious Tyumon between the two of them. Unable to attend school, these Digimon taught the young boy his basic lessons of both the Digital persuasion as well as the basic stuff any child should know.
Tens years would pass in this manner, but things would go south rather quickly when Gill's mother was stricken by a car and made unable to walk, unable to work, she had to move Gill and herself somewhere the two of them could afford to live, taking Gill away from the three 'people' that took care of him in place of his mother. In a new environment. the pubescent boy quickly found himself in the wrong crowd of miscreants, a ragtag group of not so bright young teens that called themselves the 'Digital Gangsters'. For as uncreative as the naming scheme was, the thought of a place he could fit in appealed to Gill, taking up the mannerisms of the ill-mannered crowd, Gill began his life as an illegitimate greaser.
It is this sort of lifestyle however that breeds the worst of society, yet Gill never quite turned to the worst of them, if anything he merely became one with the power of asshole. The worst the now young man would resort to is stealing from those who may not be able to defend themselves. By the time he was in his twenties however Gill had abandoned his life with the gang, he had been part of for so long now, taking to the skies with a reduxed Fighter-Class vessel he had 'borrowed' from a mechanic. Lacking the weapons of a typical ship of its sort, however. With a new paint job, and no real goal in life. Gill aimed for the stars. It wasn't until he crashed on the Bagra planet that things began to change for him, waking to his usual lighter... or so it seemed at least, the device now gave off a low gree flame that he could not light a cigarette on, but it did seem to be calling out, out to someone the man had yet to meet, his partner Digimon Bunker.
Starter Digimon: Bunker
Starter Digimon Age: 19
Starter Digimon Gender: Male
Starter Digimon Race: Ludomon
Starter Digimon Appearance modifier: Chips in his shields due to a fateful encounter.
Starter Digimon Personality:
Reserved and a loner, perhaps these are words that could be used to describe how Bunker has become in his most recent years. Perhaps in his youth, he was one to jump at any situation headlong, now he took the time to carefully decide how he wanted to handle a situation, be it in combat or socially. This easily sets him off as the quiet and reserved type, watching until he deemed it necessary for him to react or to speak, usually leading to extended periods of silence with him around, but one should come to expect this with a veteran such as he.
Bunker is not a fan of fighting, preferring to keep things as peaceful as possible. However, everyone has their breaking point... Should someone bring Bunker to his, they better expect to be assaulted by everything this tiny armored Digimon can offer. Despite his size and lack of proper weapons, some would consider his fighting more on the brutal side perhaps, giving out everything within his power to get back at those that pushed him over the edge. After this point, he will need the time and space to calm down on his own, taking time to bring himself back from his enraged state.
He is particularly fond of sushi and arcades, however.
Starter Digimon History:
Mercenary life isn't the sort cut out for everyone, this Ludomon sure knows that. This wasn't always the case, however, but we all learn with time, don't we? Tales of greatness, fortune, and positions of great import, as foretold to those who bear the rank of a Legend Arm. These were the stories that Bunker was told of in his younger years. Of his relation to the Digimon species known as Duramon and Spadamon, and what these positions could and would mean for him.
However, this was not the life that the young Digimon sought, he wanted to make his own mark, to do as he pleased. He wanted to join some sort of militant group, he was sure that actual militaries would deny him if he was only good with his shields. So for years this young scrap of a Digimon worked alongside groups such as the Three Musketeers or Crack Team, however, due to his size and level he was only given the simple and menial tasks, but he felt that he was making a difference.
'What is a villain', The thought crossed Bunker's mind sometimes. Sometimes there were the jobs that he disagreed with, the ones that would cause him to question whether or not he was doing the right thing for himself of those affected by the actions he was instructed to take. But this was his dream and he would have to set aside his morales if he was going to keep doing as he had wanted to. However he was never instructed to kill, that was the one personal rule he had set for himself and he was rather happy that those who gave him work seemed to think so as well.
Life quickly caught up to him one day, however, when the group he was with crossed paths with a platoon of Sealsdramon and Commandramon from the D-Brigade, barely escaping with his life, Bunker was left permanently scarred, his shields chipped and marred from the intense fight. From that day he began as a loner, traveling as he pleased until he was compelled to seek out a human, by a force even he couldn't describe, but it was as if destiny was calling for him.
Ship Name: FC Trailblazer
Ship Appearance:
Ship Functionality: A typical Fighter-Class ship, however lacking the weaponry to otherwise make it such.
Ship Layout: A relatively moderately sized, single thruster ship. The FC Trailblazer is primarily composed of the main bridge, which can be managed by a single operator. Aside from this, there are two warehouse rooms and sleeping quarters. A generator is placed directly in front of the primary thruster that generates the energy for the entire spaceship. Towards the bottom of the ship is a propellant catcher, so that the ship may recycle the propellant that was not burned in the thrust.
