Gazimon [Solo]
Jun 13, 2019 6:55:15 GMT
Post by Gazimon on Jun 13, 2019 6:55:15 GMT
Digimon Name: Gazimon
Default Form: Rookie
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Skills/Talents:
Inventory: When traveling or working Gazimon may be saddled down with a large backpack, bulging with the tools, junk and detritus that make up their worldly possessions.
Personality: A survivor that yearns to be a thriver. Gazimon is a clever and social, if crooked, digimon most in his element tinkering and turning deals waist deep in the underworld. A healthy distrust and disdain for authority keeps him from putting his talents to use working for more 'legitimate' operations, although he's not above dealing with the more uptight elements if the business is good. He paradoxically enjoys a challenge while also preferring to skirt danger, and although he has a big mouth, he is just as quick to shut up and get out if it'll spare him getting loaded by some musclebound blowhard. While he is capable of turning a respectable profit (through his less respectable pursuits) where he is, he dreams of more than just scraping by on the underbelly of a city's underbelly. He wants to rise above it all, to live comfortable and well to do, to call the shots... Not for the rest of the city, or the world, but just for himself. The increasing interaction and tension between the human and digital worlds fills him with a sense of anxiety, but moreover, excitement at the opportunity to approach that dream. To attain true freedom, and thrive.
Personal History: Upon attaining rookie stage, Gazimon was quick to seek out the opportunities provided by the city, travelling to Terminus and about as quickly settling into the sprawling city's subterranean shadow, Tenebrous. There, the clever and unscrupulous digimon eventually became a part of the strange network of 'cousins' that would come to serve as his clientele and, on occasion, support. He quickly discovered a curiosity for the workings of things, machines and electronics both garnering a fascination that would eventually develop into his niche in the ever changing black market, repairing and selling off oddities that otherwise would never have seen use again, or carefully stripping away protections or tracking signifiers from valuables that others brought to him... As well as the occasional oddity he, himself, managed to swipe or con to turn for good profit.
For a good while, he was contently engaged in the frantic nightly dance of the under-city, outwitting others or being outplayed, turning profit or failing to pawn pure junk, the triumphs shared, the close calls... Every day, Gazimon survived, some with a smirk, and many others quite narrowly, and every day he learned. Eventually, though, the dance stagnated. What was at first an unpredictable and ever changing dance eventually resolved itself into more and more familiar patterns. Gazimon's learning slowed more and more as he became accustomed to the same old scrapped-together vehicle repairs and boring ground-level forgeries, and discontent at this increasingly static lifestyle festered. While Gazimon could get by here, at this same level, with the experience he already had in his various technical and illicit trades, that would never be enough. That was why settling into simple foraging or village life would never have been enough in the first place. He needed something. To see and learn more, to make more bit, to be more than just a half-alright junk dealer and counterfeit. He just needed more.
So with this, he sold off much of what he couldn't carry, keeping only the precious tools he could carry and the strange--and only marginally useful--odds and ends he might make use of down the road. He abandoned the little niche in the underground he'd carved out as his 'shop', a squatter's residence that he couldn't be bothered to try to sell. With only the most cursory 'see you later' he could muster for his contacts and friends in his 'neighbourhood' of Tenebrous, he set out with the will to use his skills and wit to build something bigger and better for himself.
Holosuit:
faceclaim: Monogatari • Hachikuji Mayoi • Gazimon
Default Form: Rookie
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Skills/Talents:
- Tinker: Gazimon's primary occupation is in repairing and refurbishing the broken, the worn down, and the strange mechanical and electronic artifacts that would otherwise settle into the quiet reaches of the digital world as 'junk'. He is capable of restoring or jury-rigging a variety of devices to get them working again, although he is neither master mechanist nor genius inventor. With enough time, tools, and resources though, Gazimon can get most systems running... If not necessarily permanently.
- Tamper: By similar merit, Gazimon's knowledge of gadgets and electronic oddities allows him to... repurpose them, to some end or other. Bypassing locks and other protections on scavenged or otherwise illicitly gained goods is a profitable service in Tenebrous, and proves just as useful elsewhere. Gazimon is also capable of spoofing or counterfeiting a variety of less complex devices, as well as documentation, credentials, or identification, given examples to work off of. The actual quality of such reproductions, though, tends to vary.
- Trickster: Outside of the aforementioned, Gazimon has a collection of skills more stereo-typically associated with the Tenebrous underworld. While he is a relatively inexperienced fingersmith, a combination of quick claws, soft steps, and confidence game can go a long way, particularly against the unsuspecting.
- Sniffer: Has a good nose for deals, data, and odd & ends. By identifying the nature of individuals or objects by their data makeup and other signifiers, Gazimon can physically track or gather information on the subject at hand. This may include identifying a Digimon's attribute, tracking a particular item, or noticing something out of place in it's environment. This relies on Gazimon's previous knowledge of the subject, though--if he hasn't experienced a certain 'scent' before, he won't be able to call on it. Notably, only useful regarding targets of digital makeup.
- 'Cousins': A network of dupes, cons, fences, filchers, grifters, burglars and the occassional legitimate--but connected--business monster who are most assuredly not direct data relations. Gazimon is mostly connected to their initial dwelling place in the Tenebrous Night City, but given time can often sniff out and ingratiate themselves to their fellow downtrodden commisserators or local syndicates. This only proves useful in populated places, though, and then only ones with a large enough base of illicit or anti-authoritarian activity.
Inventory: When traveling or working Gazimon may be saddled down with a large backpack, bulging with the tools, junk and detritus that make up their worldly possessions.
Personality: A survivor that yearns to be a thriver. Gazimon is a clever and social, if crooked, digimon most in his element tinkering and turning deals waist deep in the underworld. A healthy distrust and disdain for authority keeps him from putting his talents to use working for more 'legitimate' operations, although he's not above dealing with the more uptight elements if the business is good. He paradoxically enjoys a challenge while also preferring to skirt danger, and although he has a big mouth, he is just as quick to shut up and get out if it'll spare him getting loaded by some musclebound blowhard. While he is capable of turning a respectable profit (through his less respectable pursuits) where he is, he dreams of more than just scraping by on the underbelly of a city's underbelly. He wants to rise above it all, to live comfortable and well to do, to call the shots... Not for the rest of the city, or the world, but just for himself. The increasing interaction and tension between the human and digital worlds fills him with a sense of anxiety, but moreover, excitement at the opportunity to approach that dream. To attain true freedom, and thrive.
Personal History: Upon attaining rookie stage, Gazimon was quick to seek out the opportunities provided by the city, travelling to Terminus and about as quickly settling into the sprawling city's subterranean shadow, Tenebrous. There, the clever and unscrupulous digimon eventually became a part of the strange network of 'cousins' that would come to serve as his clientele and, on occasion, support. He quickly discovered a curiosity for the workings of things, machines and electronics both garnering a fascination that would eventually develop into his niche in the ever changing black market, repairing and selling off oddities that otherwise would never have seen use again, or carefully stripping away protections or tracking signifiers from valuables that others brought to him... As well as the occasional oddity he, himself, managed to swipe or con to turn for good profit.
For a good while, he was contently engaged in the frantic nightly dance of the under-city, outwitting others or being outplayed, turning profit or failing to pawn pure junk, the triumphs shared, the close calls... Every day, Gazimon survived, some with a smirk, and many others quite narrowly, and every day he learned. Eventually, though, the dance stagnated. What was at first an unpredictable and ever changing dance eventually resolved itself into more and more familiar patterns. Gazimon's learning slowed more and more as he became accustomed to the same old scrapped-together vehicle repairs and boring ground-level forgeries, and discontent at this increasingly static lifestyle festered. While Gazimon could get by here, at this same level, with the experience he already had in his various technical and illicit trades, that would never be enough. That was why settling into simple foraging or village life would never have been enough in the first place. He needed something. To see and learn more, to make more bit, to be more than just a half-alright junk dealer and counterfeit. He just needed more.
So with this, he sold off much of what he couldn't carry, keeping only the precious tools he could carry and the strange--and only marginally useful--odds and ends he might make use of down the road. He abandoned the little niche in the underground he'd carved out as his 'shop', a squatter's residence that he couldn't be bothered to try to sell. With only the most cursory 'see you later' he could muster for his contacts and friends in his 'neighbourhood' of Tenebrous, he set out with the will to use his skills and wit to build something bigger and better for himself.
Holosuit:
faceclaim: Monogatari • Hachikuji Mayoi • Gazimon
