Post by SoltheGuilmon on Mar 23, 2017 21:11:19 GMT -5
Level: 1
Experience to next level: 10
Experience Earned: 0
Money: 0
Digisoul Color: N/A
Items: None
Weapons: Estoc
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Name: Varim Lance
Age: 19
Sex: M
Appearance:
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 155 lbs
Blood Type:* B+
Personality: Varim is a timid soul and startles easily. He abhors confrontation and looks to avoid it. He doesn't like crowds and prefers animals to people. The small amount of people he'll tolerate being around can find no better ally. When it comes to digimon, especially canines, he loves to show them affections.
Background: Varim was born in the Eurasian Republic. The son of a poor Russian family. They lived in the snowy mountains and avoided all peoples where they could. Varim grew up alongside the animals that inhabited the mountains. A small pack of wolves his father kept around for hunting were his best friends.
He was home schooled and taught by his father how to use an Estoc. He became proficient in Fencing and often used it against the occasional Bear or stray beast. His mother was a seamstress and crafted all sorts of clothes to sell in town or trade for food. Varim enjoyed his life, never knowing the luxuries some had.
One day while he was out with the wolves, one of them dug up a small device. Varim not knowing anything of technology, had no idea what it was. He liked it though, and kept it as a charm that he hung around his neck. Everything in his life had been going well until one day, the Government showed up at his doorstep.
They demanded their compliance in handing Varim over to the state to be made into some kind of soldier. Varim's parents refused and that night, while they were resting, the government came and burned the home. The flames reached to the far ends of the home, trapping them inside. In a hysteria, Varim's parents tried to save him, but unfortunately were unable to escape the flames reach.
Varim watched in horror as everything around him burned. His wolf friends did their best to try and bark for help but it fell on deaf ears. The ceiling was just about to fall down on Varim and the wolves when his cry rang out and the digivice around his neck reacted. It thrust him into a snowy world unknown to him, this is where his story begins. Lost in the Tundra of the Digital World.
D.I.G.: None, Digivice original.
Guild: None
Weapon Style: One-Handed
Extra Information*: Varim is terrified of fire as it thrusts him back to his scariest moment.
Experience to next level: 10
Experience Earned: 0
Money: 0
Digisoul Color: N/A
Items: None
Weapons: Estoc
_______________
Name: Varim Lance
Age: 19
Sex: M
Appearance:
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 155 lbs
Blood Type:* B+
Personality: Varim is a timid soul and startles easily. He abhors confrontation and looks to avoid it. He doesn't like crowds and prefers animals to people. The small amount of people he'll tolerate being around can find no better ally. When it comes to digimon, especially canines, he loves to show them affections.
Background: Varim was born in the Eurasian Republic. The son of a poor Russian family. They lived in the snowy mountains and avoided all peoples where they could. Varim grew up alongside the animals that inhabited the mountains. A small pack of wolves his father kept around for hunting were his best friends.
He was home schooled and taught by his father how to use an Estoc. He became proficient in Fencing and often used it against the occasional Bear or stray beast. His mother was a seamstress and crafted all sorts of clothes to sell in town or trade for food. Varim enjoyed his life, never knowing the luxuries some had.
One day while he was out with the wolves, one of them dug up a small device. Varim not knowing anything of technology, had no idea what it was. He liked it though, and kept it as a charm that he hung around his neck. Everything in his life had been going well until one day, the Government showed up at his doorstep.
They demanded their compliance in handing Varim over to the state to be made into some kind of soldier. Varim's parents refused and that night, while they were resting, the government came and burned the home. The flames reached to the far ends of the home, trapping them inside. In a hysteria, Varim's parents tried to save him, but unfortunately were unable to escape the flames reach.
Varim watched in horror as everything around him burned. His wolf friends did their best to try and bark for help but it fell on deaf ears. The ceiling was just about to fall down on Varim and the wolves when his cry rang out and the digivice around his neck reacted. It thrust him into a snowy world unknown to him, this is where his story begins. Lost in the Tundra of the Digital World.
D.I.G.: None, Digivice original.
Guild: None
Weapon Style: One-Handed
Extra Information*: Varim is terrified of fire as it thrusts him back to his scariest moment.