Kuro the Wandering Black Agumon
Mar 17, 2022 17:42:44 GMT
Post by lavendershinka on Mar 17, 2022 17:42:44 GMT
Digimon Name: Kuro
Default Form: Rookie
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good
Skills/Talents: Survival skills and combat
Inventory: none
Personality: Kuro is a adventrous sort of digimon, who is not easlily rattled by the looming threat of inimate death aslong as its only him in danger, he keeps to himself for the most part being rather shy and bad with small talk, thats not to say he can't work in a group, he prefers it when he can, but his wanderlust often leads to him not staying in one place for more then a week, he has a weakness for sweets and love of foggy mornings, aswell as napping when he can find a safe place to partake in it, he often misunderstands figures of speech and sarcasm and can come off as a bit blunt, but he means well and throws his everything into everything, to the chargrin of those who hire him, in battle he is fierce and focused to a fault, his normally calmn attutide has become colder and he becomes lazer focused on his opponet, this can lead to him losing sight of surrodings and has lead to more then a few sound whoopins by captilizing opponets, despite this he never gives up and follows through with what he's set out to do no matter the cost.
Personal History: A warm breeze brushes the grass of the village of beginnings, its gentle caress finding it way to the large cluster of eggs that were at center of the loose and playfully designed houses and roads, soon some of the eggs began to move, inside of one of which (an egg with an orange spiral that started near tip and spun down to the plump bottom) a tiny little digimon began to fight its first battle, against the very wall that had protected it from the outside world all of this life, the botamon inside could feel its past memories becoming nothing more then a collection of fuz and still images with no context, but from what he remebered this was normal, though he was sure he was a she last life, he decided trying at being a male this time would be fun! Seeing as he was 90 percent sure he wasn't a botamon last life this was a fresh slate. He bapped the eggshell with all his squishy might untill eventully (near the end of the hour) it gave way and Botamon was free, he let out a mighy meep of meepy might and looked about at the world, the breeze pushing him over as he noticed he was amoung the last to free themselves, this did not seem right to him. He tried his best but wasn't even in the top ten? Obviously he would have to improve and whatever time then the present, .... as soon as he learned how moving worked. After a few mintues he was bouncing around and making friendly with the various fresh digimon from his clutch, he was enjoying himself before he was rudely snatched up by an Elecmon who dashed over and dropped him next to a group of Botamon.
"There thats twelve, should be enough to appease Chief Garos," Elecmon muttered in a distinctly feminine tone as she went from Botamon to Botamon like a concerned mama cat. Checking each one over with a sniff and prod of her nose, "All good all good," She muttred again sitting down next to our botamon with a sigh.
Botamon shot a bubble at her to get her attention.
"EH, what was that for?" Elecmon scolded with a frown.
Botamon tilted its body as tilting its head was useless due to being all head and no neck.
"Ah right... well I guess now's a better time then any," She sighed, before getting the squeaking Botamon's attention with a rather loud mew. "Botamon! I know most of you were born only recently, and some may wonder why you have been so hastily gathered, the answer is rather simple, A tribe of greymon are on their way to receive their payment, that being you Botamon,"
Meeps of protest all around, except for our Botamon who was more intrested then anything, though being sold was a pleasant thought.
"Now please don't misunderstand, any of you who wish to leav- wow ok," Elecmon was cut off by one of the Botamon immediately turning around as noping out. Its fellow Botamon watching it go.
"So as your hatchmate just showed, you don't have to go with them, but if you decide to go along with this, I can promise a very exciting life from them, the only requirement is a rather intense training regimen on mine, and then their side of things, and a courageous heart!"
The Botamon meeped amongst themselves discovering they didn't know what the others were saying as baby noises is sadly not a language.
"But... well, they do like fighting, a LOT, and the training will be very difficult so if you hav- what is wrong with your digimon?" Elecmon sighed in exasperation, as two more Botamon dashed away.
"Okay so... nine... that's good, that's still good," She said steading her breathing. She looked at the rest of us, her eyes falling on the Botamon we have been following with a bit more affections then the others due to familiarity,
"Okay so... Let's get started we need to get you digivolved by weeks end!" Elecmon said with a encouraging thrust of her left paw.
A cheer befitting that of a bunch of infants rose from the cluster of floof.
The next week was intense but exhilarating for Botamon, they ran and jumped through hoops , dodged thrown rocks, and play fought other Botamon. He went to bed tired beyond belief and sore every day but it didn't matter he could feel himself grow stronger every day up till he finally digivovled into Koramon, to his charging he was the last of his group, this annoyed him greatly and he swore to train even harder from now on, demanding of himself to become the first to digivolve next time.
"Alright everyone, you've all done well, I regret that we are out of time, I would love to train you a bit more... the digital world is a dangerous place after all... but the tribe will be here within the hour and some of you might not be selected anyways..." Elecmon said giving the Koramon a sorrow-full look, it was obvious she didn't want to part with the Koramon but was used having to give up young digimon to let them seek their destinies.
Koramon spent the rest of this time alone looking at over the hill the Greymon were to climb to reach the village, he was nervous, doubt that he would be chosen clouding his mind, he had been last or near last for every milestone so far, so he feared this one would be no diffrent and he would have to stay here, sure he enjoyed life in primary village with Elecmon and the other young digimon, but .... he felt the call of the digital world and couldn't deny it! As if answering is sudden burst of determination, the troop of Greymon appeared over the hill, marching that shook the area and the grumbling and grunting of the mighty beasts drawing the attention of everyone within the village.
Elecmon had gathered the Koramon before dashing up to our Koromon.
"Koro, there you are," Elecmon cooed snatching him up, "Come on its time,"
"If I don't get picked, I can still leave can't I?" Koramonasked with a slightly timid tone.
Elecmon stopped and plopped the pink slime down, "Koramon," She said with a stern but gentle work, "You are one of the most hard working and dedicated digimon of your group, you may be... a late bloomer sure but Chief Garos would be big dumby not to pick you up," She said poking Koramon playfully.
"Okay..." Koramon said not completely believing it.
Elecmon perked up as she saw the Greymon enter the village proper, lead by a slightly larger Greymon with deep claw marks on its helmet like carpace, and missing the tip of its left horn, its face was unreadable and its eyes locked on the small group of Koramon as the Greymon began to form a circle around them Elecmon hurrdily plopping little koromon down with his brothers and sisters.
The circle compete silence draped over the village, many digimon watching timidly from a respect full distance, the koramon all did their best not to cower in the presence of the titanic champion levels, but some shivered under the shadows of the great beasts.
"Improvement is needed for these ones, but that is true for any digimon," Chief Garos said suddenly causing the koramon to jump, the chief lowered its massive head , taking a deep snif of each Koramon, hesitating for a second when he reached the star of this short story, raising its head up it snorted loudly, "They will do, thank you Elecmon, we will not forget your honesty and reliability," With that the chief turned , breaking the circle as he thundered off.
"Follow close young ones, we have a long march ahead of us," One of the younger looking Greymon said leaning its head down affectionally before whispering to them, "If any feel weary, feel free to climb upon my back, I won't tell promise," He said with a wink.
Koramon let out a sight of relief, he was in, now all he had to do was work hard and shoot for the stars!
The next months were spent traversing the plains near the village and training with the tribe, getting to know the tribe and their customs. Koramon learned about their duty to battle against the violent virus type digimon that stalk the lands beyond these grassy hills and of their strong sense of honor never starting a fight with a weaker opponet and always coming to the aid of weaker digimon. Throughout these months the koromon grew frustrated, he could tell his siblings were getting ahead of him, even if none of them had digivolved yet, he needed to be stronger, he refused to lag behind anymore, so he began training even at night, only sleeping when forced to by the chief or one of the other greymon who would catch him over training, after days of constant scolding and strenous training it finnally happened, a rush of energy flooded through him, he was excited beyond belief, he was the first one to reach rookie! he was finnaly ahead! But then he felt it , an old memory, a feeling kinda, a desire mostly, it wasn't enough he needed more strength more power, a dark urge began to lick at the edges of his mind, it was familiar and for a second he humored it, a second to long it would seem, a second he would regret.
A gasp of horror washed over the greymon who had noticed him undergoing digivolution, rushing to congratulate them, their joy turning to shock and then disdain. He was not a normal agumon, he was one of them the dark breed, the virus agumon known very simply as black agumon, due to the ink black scales they bear.
"A VIRUS!?" one of the greymon roared, its sudden charge being stopped by the Chief who had come to see the hurried to see the hub bub.
"Steel yourself Terra," Chief Garos sighed, "This was bound to happen," The chief looked down at Black Agumon with a mixed expression. "A virus type... truely shamefull, Im sorry little one, but you made your choice, its clear you are only intrested in being the strongest you can, perhaps you do care for safe guarding the digital world as we do, but not as much as you care for your own selfish lust for power, this is not our way, this is not what we stand for, I will not allow you to be harmed by my breathren, but you can not stay here," he said coldy.
"But-" Black Agumon began.
"Enough, Im being more then fair, giving you a chance ot redeem yourself, and not just wiping you out now," The chief grolwed, "We are of the virus buster field, your kin's exsitene is the greatest shame for we Greymon, now leave, find your own path as you will, and pray we never meet in battle, little Kuro" The chief turned his back to the black agumon.
Black Agumon was floored it had all happened so suddenly, he had digivolved and then he had been turned on in the very same breath, he didn't fully understand why he had digivolved the way he did or why they were kicking him out, it was unfair, it was enraging.
"Kuro! what does it mean!?" Black Agumon yelled back at the Greymon chief.
"its means black in one of those human languages, a cute nickname for a black sheep," Garo scoffed, "Besides is dreadfully cliche from what I here, taking it as a name is seen as an attempt to sound more impresive then you are,"
"I accept it," Kuro said defiantly.
The Greymon paused and turned to him, "What?"
"I accept it," Kuro snapped again, "If its simply because of the type of digimon I am, that I'm being thrown away, and these scales, that NAME is supposed to be a mark of shame, then ill throw YOUR shame away and make it my pride, I may not be completely selfless... Ill admit it, but ill prove all of you wrong, Im going to the strongest warrior in these lands and eliminate injustice!" Kuro yelled with all his little dino might.
Garos seemed to consider what Kuro said, "Do what you please," He said turning again. The troop followed him closly naught but a single Koramon left behind.
The koramon looked at him with wide eyes.
"What?" Kuro asked wiping away some tears as he turned away.
"Take me with you!" Koramon bounced in excitment.
"What?" Kuro asked in shock.
"Yeah! Itll be great just the two of against the world!" Koramon bounced in joy.
Kuro gained an excited expresion before a thought casued him to hang his head, "No....sorry Koramon,"
"Wh-what?" Koramon said deflating, "Wh-why?" Koramon said sobbing a bit.
"Its better for you to go with the Greymon, ... they can protect you better then I can and... You'll get better training and oppurtunitys, I can't... I can't let you come with, go with them Koramon...maybe we'll meet again.... maybe not..." Kuro said turning away from the koramon as he began to walk in the opposite direction from Koramon.
"Wh-what will you do?" Koramon called out.
"What I can, Where I can," Kuro sighed, as he began his joureny.
Fresh
Species: Botamon
Appearance: small furry jet black blob with cat like ears
Attribute: Free
Family/ies: Virus Busters, Nature Spirits
Type: Slime
Fighting Style: Rams into its opponent over and over again, or fires its acid bubbles attack
Abilities: Acid Bubbles: fires a flurry of acid bubbles [1 Ability Max]
Digivolves To: Koramon
In-Training
Species: Koramon
Appearance: a pink head shaped slime with long thin pink ears
Attribute: Free
Family/ies: Virus Busters
Type: Lesser
Fighting Style: Barrages of bites and tackles, or when needed launching its acid bubble attack
Abilities: Acid Bubbles: fires a flurry of acid bubbles
Poryoyon Tackle: tackles opponent with its whole body [2 Abilities Max]
Digivolves From: Botamon
Digivolves To: Black Agumon
Rookie
Species: Black Agumon
Appearance: a bipedal T-Rex like digimon with two short arms, a tiny little tale, pitch black scales and shining purple eyes
Attribute: Virus
Family/ies: Nature Spirits
Type: Reptile
Fighting Style: Keeps a healthy distance from the enemy, firing pepper breaths and limit its movement to wear it down using hand to hand combat as a last resort
Abilities: Pepper Breath: fires a blast of flame
Mach Jab Combo: attacks with punches and kicks faster then the eye can see
Dangerous Bite: A powerful bite attack
Aerial Pepper Breath: Launches a Pepper Breath while in the air [4 Abilities Max]
Default Form: Rookie
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good
Skills/Talents: Survival skills and combat
Inventory: none
Personality: Kuro is a adventrous sort of digimon, who is not easlily rattled by the looming threat of inimate death aslong as its only him in danger, he keeps to himself for the most part being rather shy and bad with small talk, thats not to say he can't work in a group, he prefers it when he can, but his wanderlust often leads to him not staying in one place for more then a week, he has a weakness for sweets and love of foggy mornings, aswell as napping when he can find a safe place to partake in it, he often misunderstands figures of speech and sarcasm and can come off as a bit blunt, but he means well and throws his everything into everything, to the chargrin of those who hire him, in battle he is fierce and focused to a fault, his normally calmn attutide has become colder and he becomes lazer focused on his opponet, this can lead to him losing sight of surrodings and has lead to more then a few sound whoopins by captilizing opponets, despite this he never gives up and follows through with what he's set out to do no matter the cost.
Personal History: A warm breeze brushes the grass of the village of beginnings, its gentle caress finding it way to the large cluster of eggs that were at center of the loose and playfully designed houses and roads, soon some of the eggs began to move, inside of one of which (an egg with an orange spiral that started near tip and spun down to the plump bottom) a tiny little digimon began to fight its first battle, against the very wall that had protected it from the outside world all of this life, the botamon inside could feel its past memories becoming nothing more then a collection of fuz and still images with no context, but from what he remebered this was normal, though he was sure he was a she last life, he decided trying at being a male this time would be fun! Seeing as he was 90 percent sure he wasn't a botamon last life this was a fresh slate. He bapped the eggshell with all his squishy might untill eventully (near the end of the hour) it gave way and Botamon was free, he let out a mighy meep of meepy might and looked about at the world, the breeze pushing him over as he noticed he was amoung the last to free themselves, this did not seem right to him. He tried his best but wasn't even in the top ten? Obviously he would have to improve and whatever time then the present, .... as soon as he learned how moving worked. After a few mintues he was bouncing around and making friendly with the various fresh digimon from his clutch, he was enjoying himself before he was rudely snatched up by an Elecmon who dashed over and dropped him next to a group of Botamon.
"There thats twelve, should be enough to appease Chief Garos," Elecmon muttered in a distinctly feminine tone as she went from Botamon to Botamon like a concerned mama cat. Checking each one over with a sniff and prod of her nose, "All good all good," She muttred again sitting down next to our botamon with a sigh.
Botamon shot a bubble at her to get her attention.
"EH, what was that for?" Elecmon scolded with a frown.
Botamon tilted its body as tilting its head was useless due to being all head and no neck.
"Ah right... well I guess now's a better time then any," She sighed, before getting the squeaking Botamon's attention with a rather loud mew. "Botamon! I know most of you were born only recently, and some may wonder why you have been so hastily gathered, the answer is rather simple, A tribe of greymon are on their way to receive their payment, that being you Botamon,"
Meeps of protest all around, except for our Botamon who was more intrested then anything, though being sold was a pleasant thought.
"Now please don't misunderstand, any of you who wish to leav- wow ok," Elecmon was cut off by one of the Botamon immediately turning around as noping out. Its fellow Botamon watching it go.
"So as your hatchmate just showed, you don't have to go with them, but if you decide to go along with this, I can promise a very exciting life from them, the only requirement is a rather intense training regimen on mine, and then their side of things, and a courageous heart!"
The Botamon meeped amongst themselves discovering they didn't know what the others were saying as baby noises is sadly not a language.
"But... well, they do like fighting, a LOT, and the training will be very difficult so if you hav- what is wrong with your digimon?" Elecmon sighed in exasperation, as two more Botamon dashed away.
"Okay so... nine... that's good, that's still good," She said steading her breathing. She looked at the rest of us, her eyes falling on the Botamon we have been following with a bit more affections then the others due to familiarity,
"Okay so... Let's get started we need to get you digivolved by weeks end!" Elecmon said with a encouraging thrust of her left paw.
A cheer befitting that of a bunch of infants rose from the cluster of floof.
The next week was intense but exhilarating for Botamon, they ran and jumped through hoops , dodged thrown rocks, and play fought other Botamon. He went to bed tired beyond belief and sore every day but it didn't matter he could feel himself grow stronger every day up till he finally digivovled into Koramon, to his charging he was the last of his group, this annoyed him greatly and he swore to train even harder from now on, demanding of himself to become the first to digivolve next time.
"Alright everyone, you've all done well, I regret that we are out of time, I would love to train you a bit more... the digital world is a dangerous place after all... but the tribe will be here within the hour and some of you might not be selected anyways..." Elecmon said giving the Koramon a sorrow-full look, it was obvious she didn't want to part with the Koramon but was used having to give up young digimon to let them seek their destinies.
Koramon spent the rest of this time alone looking at over the hill the Greymon were to climb to reach the village, he was nervous, doubt that he would be chosen clouding his mind, he had been last or near last for every milestone so far, so he feared this one would be no diffrent and he would have to stay here, sure he enjoyed life in primary village with Elecmon and the other young digimon, but .... he felt the call of the digital world and couldn't deny it! As if answering is sudden burst of determination, the troop of Greymon appeared over the hill, marching that shook the area and the grumbling and grunting of the mighty beasts drawing the attention of everyone within the village.
Elecmon had gathered the Koramon before dashing up to our Koromon.
"Koro, there you are," Elecmon cooed snatching him up, "Come on its time,"
"If I don't get picked, I can still leave can't I?" Koramonasked with a slightly timid tone.
Elecmon stopped and plopped the pink slime down, "Koramon," She said with a stern but gentle work, "You are one of the most hard working and dedicated digimon of your group, you may be... a late bloomer sure but Chief Garos would be big dumby not to pick you up," She said poking Koramon playfully.
"Okay..." Koramon said not completely believing it.
Elecmon perked up as she saw the Greymon enter the village proper, lead by a slightly larger Greymon with deep claw marks on its helmet like carpace, and missing the tip of its left horn, its face was unreadable and its eyes locked on the small group of Koramon as the Greymon began to form a circle around them Elecmon hurrdily plopping little koromon down with his brothers and sisters.
The circle compete silence draped over the village, many digimon watching timidly from a respect full distance, the koramon all did their best not to cower in the presence of the titanic champion levels, but some shivered under the shadows of the great beasts.
"Improvement is needed for these ones, but that is true for any digimon," Chief Garos said suddenly causing the koramon to jump, the chief lowered its massive head , taking a deep snif of each Koramon, hesitating for a second when he reached the star of this short story, raising its head up it snorted loudly, "They will do, thank you Elecmon, we will not forget your honesty and reliability," With that the chief turned , breaking the circle as he thundered off.
"Follow close young ones, we have a long march ahead of us," One of the younger looking Greymon said leaning its head down affectionally before whispering to them, "If any feel weary, feel free to climb upon my back, I won't tell promise," He said with a wink.
Koramon let out a sight of relief, he was in, now all he had to do was work hard and shoot for the stars!
The next months were spent traversing the plains near the village and training with the tribe, getting to know the tribe and their customs. Koramon learned about their duty to battle against the violent virus type digimon that stalk the lands beyond these grassy hills and of their strong sense of honor never starting a fight with a weaker opponet and always coming to the aid of weaker digimon. Throughout these months the koromon grew frustrated, he could tell his siblings were getting ahead of him, even if none of them had digivolved yet, he needed to be stronger, he refused to lag behind anymore, so he began training even at night, only sleeping when forced to by the chief or one of the other greymon who would catch him over training, after days of constant scolding and strenous training it finnally happened, a rush of energy flooded through him, he was excited beyond belief, he was the first one to reach rookie! he was finnaly ahead! But then he felt it , an old memory, a feeling kinda, a desire mostly, it wasn't enough he needed more strength more power, a dark urge began to lick at the edges of his mind, it was familiar and for a second he humored it, a second to long it would seem, a second he would regret.
A gasp of horror washed over the greymon who had noticed him undergoing digivolution, rushing to congratulate them, their joy turning to shock and then disdain. He was not a normal agumon, he was one of them the dark breed, the virus agumon known very simply as black agumon, due to the ink black scales they bear.
"A VIRUS!?" one of the greymon roared, its sudden charge being stopped by the Chief who had come to see the hurried to see the hub bub.
"Steel yourself Terra," Chief Garos sighed, "This was bound to happen," The chief looked down at Black Agumon with a mixed expression. "A virus type... truely shamefull, Im sorry little one, but you made your choice, its clear you are only intrested in being the strongest you can, perhaps you do care for safe guarding the digital world as we do, but not as much as you care for your own selfish lust for power, this is not our way, this is not what we stand for, I will not allow you to be harmed by my breathren, but you can not stay here," he said coldy.
"But-" Black Agumon began.
"Enough, Im being more then fair, giving you a chance ot redeem yourself, and not just wiping you out now," The chief grolwed, "We are of the virus buster field, your kin's exsitene is the greatest shame for we Greymon, now leave, find your own path as you will, and pray we never meet in battle, little Kuro" The chief turned his back to the black agumon.
Black Agumon was floored it had all happened so suddenly, he had digivolved and then he had been turned on in the very same breath, he didn't fully understand why he had digivolved the way he did or why they were kicking him out, it was unfair, it was enraging.
"Kuro! what does it mean!?" Black Agumon yelled back at the Greymon chief.
"its means black in one of those human languages, a cute nickname for a black sheep," Garo scoffed, "Besides is dreadfully cliche from what I here, taking it as a name is seen as an attempt to sound more impresive then you are,"
"I accept it," Kuro said defiantly.
The Greymon paused and turned to him, "What?"
"I accept it," Kuro snapped again, "If its simply because of the type of digimon I am, that I'm being thrown away, and these scales, that NAME is supposed to be a mark of shame, then ill throw YOUR shame away and make it my pride, I may not be completely selfless... Ill admit it, but ill prove all of you wrong, Im going to the strongest warrior in these lands and eliminate injustice!" Kuro yelled with all his little dino might.
Garos seemed to consider what Kuro said, "Do what you please," He said turning again. The troop followed him closly naught but a single Koramon left behind.
The koramon looked at him with wide eyes.
"What?" Kuro asked wiping away some tears as he turned away.
"Take me with you!" Koramon bounced in excitment.
"What?" Kuro asked in shock.
"Yeah! Itll be great just the two of against the world!" Koramon bounced in joy.
Kuro gained an excited expresion before a thought casued him to hang his head, "No....sorry Koramon,"
"Wh-what?" Koramon said deflating, "Wh-why?" Koramon said sobbing a bit.
"Its better for you to go with the Greymon, ... they can protect you better then I can and... You'll get better training and oppurtunitys, I can't... I can't let you come with, go with them Koramon...maybe we'll meet again.... maybe not..." Kuro said turning away from the koramon as he began to walk in the opposite direction from Koramon.
"Wh-what will you do?" Koramon called out.
"What I can, Where I can," Kuro sighed, as he began his joureny.
DIGIMON'S INITIAL EVOLUTION LINE
Fresh
Species: Botamon
Appearance: small furry jet black blob with cat like ears
Attribute: Free
Family/ies: Virus Busters, Nature Spirits
Type: Slime
Fighting Style: Rams into its opponent over and over again, or fires its acid bubbles attack
Abilities: Acid Bubbles: fires a flurry of acid bubbles [1 Ability Max]
Digivolves To: Koramon
In-Training
Species: Koramon
Appearance: a pink head shaped slime with long thin pink ears
Attribute: Free
Family/ies: Virus Busters
Type: Lesser
Fighting Style: Barrages of bites and tackles, or when needed launching its acid bubble attack
Abilities: Acid Bubbles: fires a flurry of acid bubbles
Poryoyon Tackle: tackles opponent with its whole body [2 Abilities Max]
Digivolves From: Botamon
Digivolves To: Black Agumon
Rookie
Species: Black Agumon
Appearance: a bipedal T-Rex like digimon with two short arms, a tiny little tale, pitch black scales and shining purple eyes
Attribute: Virus
Family/ies: Nature Spirits
Type: Reptile
Fighting Style: Keeps a healthy distance from the enemy, firing pepper breaths and limit its movement to wear it down using hand to hand combat as a last resort
Abilities: Pepper Breath: fires a blast of flame
Mach Jab Combo: attacks with punches and kicks faster then the eye can see
Dangerous Bite: A powerful bite attack
Aerial Pepper Breath: Launches a Pepper Breath while in the air [4 Abilities Max]
