Crimson, King of the Broken Flame
May 1, 2021 1:27:12 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 1, 2021 1:27:12 GMT
Digimon Name: Crimson
Default Form: Goldwraithmon
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful neutral
Skills/Talents:
Ruler: He was a kind and gentle mon, a kind and passionate individual that knew how to handle all sorts of things. Both for his city and for his people. For his empire and for those within. He's a problem solver and understands the weight of it all. But even so... his skills eventually also led to the downfall of the self same empire so who could say how skilled of a ruler he truly was?
Hunter: For sport? For sustinance? Crimson is a fairly good hunter both for the fun and for the need. It's hard to really outrun him and harder still to outsmart him. He of course would need these skills for a long term survival out in the desert. Scraping by for hundreds of years until truly embracing the life within the dune seas.
Fighter: Before he was a ruler, before he was anything close to royalty... Crimson was a passionate fighter. A person that fought for his country, for his people, for those above and below him. His skill and passion outstrips many around him and puts him in a strange semblence of power that he simply can't compare to those living in the now.
Inventory:
-Varies from time to time but he mostly keeps water on him.
Personality:
Kind: Crimson is an incredibly kind individual, a warhearted good natured person that genuinely cares for those that he meets regardless of their lot in life. He'll help and tend to the sick above himself and will put them above himself
Gentle: From words to touch to even his actions; Crimson is an incredibly gentle individual. One that would never harm someone unless that was the last thing he needed to do. He's quite lenient, tender and fairly merciful to those underneath him. It's rare for someone to hear his voice raised in any fashion even when scolding someone. He's truly someone that would be wonderful as a teacher. Beyond calm and beyond the sort of temperment that one would think ill of him.
Wise: Living for thousands upon thousands of years has given crimson quite the repitoure of wisdom. Being able to weigh in on many different things and being able to call upon experience of time itself. Able to lend a hand whenever and however needed.
Loving: Crimson... simply loves life. Loves the world. He simply just loves the plane and people that he exists with. His passion and his love are things that are very obvious from the get go. And while it may take a bit to get used to him... he is a patient and steady soul that is willing to give those that need it the love and time they need.
Passionate: Crimson is exceptionally passionate about the things he does, and the things that others do. Ceaslessly helping those within range and himself in a way so that they can grow and develop however they see fit. He's hard to stop once he's got going but... that's just a good thing really. His focus has to be somewhere after all!
Personal History:
Let us go back to a time before the war. To a time before the ancient struggles of our realm were nothing but a calm storm compared to the hatred that would come. To those that loved and lost. To those ancient indescribable beings. To a time...
When the world was still new. When the great tree was still planted; when the knights were nothing but a myth and the lords were nothing but a whisper. When the village was nothing yet. Where we didn’t understand where we came from.
When… I was born. To a pair of parents beyond understanding. Beyond knowledge. I was born of fire. And born of stone. Born of coal and born of ash. I was born in nothing, literal nothing. I didn’t exist one day and I simply… snapped to being. To a kingdom to a village that was… meager. Meek. Servants of some kind to some… stronger being out and away from them.
They paid tribute to this being, to this place. In the form of people, currency or food. But they didn’t have the latter this time. So they gave me, a nobody as tithe to those beyond. They accepted the tithe and brought me to the capital. A bare child that understood nought of the world. A servant of the people before I even knew I served.
But before I could serve the people… I would fight for them and their amusement. Within the coliseum of the gods. Of those primal beings; for the emperor and his mighty lords and ladies. A mon who understood little other than what was in front of him.
I fought. And I fought. And I fought. For their amusement, for the skill for their gold, for their food. For their water. For their wine and for their lords… and for their ladies. I fought and fought and fought. From a child. To a man. I continued. Breaking those in front of me into nothingness; shattering those in primal flame. Into the stone. Into ash and dust.
I broke thousands upon thousands of souls into bitter nothingness. All for simple needs and wants. Eventually my soul was free of that place; my freedom gifted to me by an emperor I barely knew. A kingdom I barely understood. Thousands of fights and I barely knew what I was looking at; it was all I had ever known. The fight. You know?
So I signed up for more. I gave myself to that country, fighting war after war. Battle after battle, skirmish after skirmish… duel after duel. Eventually there was no fights left to fight. There were no enemies left to call my own. No individuals that would rise to the occasion to fight with me. My hands were stained red with the blood of my enemies.
So they dubbed me. Crimson “King of the broken flame” a mon without a purpose and without passion. A mon without a kingdom or a mon without a reason to go on. So I traveled, so I sought wisdom and I sought a purpose.
I wandered the lands trying to understand to find a struggle; a fight I could enjoy. Maybe something I could endure as a test? I don’t know what I was properly looking for but I never found it. I couldn’t find it in the kingdom or the kingdom around it.
Not until I heard of the emperor and his vile deeds; his vile misgivings and his horrid rule. He had used my power of primal fire to cull the strong of those he called enemies. Into a massive spanning empire that he was unfit to rule.
There was barely breath wasted on him when his head rolled from his shoulders. When I watched his data go to the winds. But… I couldn’t let such a vile creature leave unscathed. So I took everything he was… and made it mine. But the memories he brought me and the memories he gave me made me understand what I needed to do.
These people needed a ruler. But they needed a kind, just and gentle man. A man I could be if I simply put myself forward. I gave myself to my country again. My kingdom. My cities. My towns. My villages.
I gave them everything; I gave them what they needed. When the crops wasted I gave their land life. When the rivers ran dry I called the rain. When the people grew sick I gave them medicine. I gave them everything from within and from without. Their wants were mine and mine alone.
I gave them everything because we were one true people.
And it was because of this that I found out my weakness. It was the people themselves; I cared for them too much. Too greatly. But it was not folly; it was not a bad thing. It meant that I truly did care and that I truly wanted them to be before me.
They called me a kind mon. A fair mon. They called me their King, their ruler, their friend and ultimately? Their father.
It made me happy beyond words; but ultimately it made me shed tears. As time passed so did my power, so did my influence. People bickered and stopped listening, wars were fought, droughts took our lands and time took the trees away from us. A precious and rare resource in our land.
That’s when the sands started to come in, when I could no longer call the rain, when I could no longer heal the sick. When I couldn’t stop the fighting. They fought and fought and fought over the little we had left. Until the end where it was just a silent and forgotten tomb.
When my people, my cities, my kingdom started to waste away in the rivers of blood and data. The land was soaked and would never hold life, the sands crept in and I found myself alone.
I found myself wandering the tomb of my kingdom, the empire I had helped create. I wandered further and further, to the town that I had been born in. It was razed to the ground, burned into nothingness. It was where the sand had crept in first. I had tried to plant trees; tried to breathe life into the husk of a town.
It didn’t help; it broke underneath my care and I watched where I had been born become swept up in sand. I watched as my kingdom gave way to this cursed life. As I wandered for hundreds of years I saw my kingdom swallowed up in sand. I saw the dunes roll over into the parched river beds. I saw my castle, my home, my people swept away… if there was any of them left.
I saw the buildings buckle into the sands; I saw them go from homes to ruins. I saw my temple to time itself crack under the wanting pressure. I found myself wandering still; I saw myself crack a little bit. I saw my power edge out and my wants turn to a selfless need to help others.
I saw the Folder desert come into being.
And I knew that my time as a ruler was ended.
But I knew my life as a wanderer had only begun. So I did what I wished, I traveled, hunting, drinking, enjoying my time as a forgotten soul. Staring up at the stars for days upon days. Humming gentle tunes and spinning tales for those that wished to hear them.
I look forward to the day where my wisdom is needed again.
Rookie
Species: Vorvomon
Appearance:
Attribute: Virus
Family/ies: Dragon's roar
Type: Lava Dragon
Fighting Style: Somewhat sporadic in this form, but very very powerful. Crimson is capable of fighting single and large groups of enemies if given the proper chance.
Abilities: [4 Abilities Max]
Flight|Non combat passive: Vorvomon has wings therefore it can fly. Tends to list to one direction or the other upon take off due to how bloody heavy it is.
Magma Breath: Vorvomon is capable of spitting out a cone of magma fire breath; which is half fire and half earth in terms of damage. Making it hard to resist even if you are immune or resistant to one of these elements. Thirty foot cone. Two post cooldown.
Magma plates: Vorvomon is capable of heating up it's body to an insane degree, practically melting it's own hardened exterior into a sort of magma esq plates. Making it incredibly difficult to hit without hurting yourself. When struck this digimon concentrates and a pillar of flame is shot out from the location of impact. Dealing damage to those caught in the ten foot line of magma. Two post duration. Three post cooldown. Using this ability locks vorvomon's movement for the duration.
Ashen dust: Vorvomon spreads a large cloud of dust in one location. Covering up to a thirty meter radius around it. If a fire based move strikes the dust the whole lot of it ignites into a powerful explosion. Dealing high area of effect damage to all of those within the cloud save for Vorvomon. Three post cooldown. Two post duration [if not ignited]
Broil: Vorvomon heats up it's body, making the area unbearably hot. Over the course of a post this digimon continues to raise it's temperature until it's body naturally continues this spree. Over the course of three posts the temperature in the area around vorvomon [up to fifty feet away] continues to rise until it starts to slag rock and it is even capable of lighting up healthy trees. Ashen dust can be activated on the second round of broil. Three post duration. Five post cooldown. Deals moderate damage to those within the radius.
Digivolves To: Goldwraithmon
Champion
Species: GoldWraithmon
Appearance:
Attribute: Virus
Family/ies: Dragon's Roar
Type: Lava Dragon man
Fighting Style:
Abilities: [6 Abilities Max]
Primal fire|Combat passive: Crimson's fire is that of the primal stuff. Regular resistances and immunities simply do not work. He bypasses them with his intense firepower [both literally and metaphorically]. However because of his intense heat colder areas and water based attacks are a little difficult for him to handle. Increasing the damage of water based attacks by 50% and ice based attacks by 100%. This only affects passives.
Rock Solid|Combat passive: Crimson's body is made out of a mix of stone, coal and fire. Making him incredibly durable. Reducing melee physical based attacks by 15%.
Primal Phoenix|Combat passive: Crimsons body is a host to an incredibly powerful fire. One that burns so brightly that even when damaged to a degree is able to heal itself. Per posting round he is capable of regenerating 5% of his health.
Primal Weapons: Crimson is capable of summoning a vast array of fire based weapons from the palms of his hands. Suiting his needs and making whatever he wishes at the time. Whether it be ranged or melee. They are made of incredibly powerful and dense fire. These weapons strike hard and burn out quickly. Making it incredibly important to use them when around. They last for three posts; dealing insane single target damage. Three post cooldown. Ranged variants can reach up to a hundred feet away regardless of what they are.
Magma torrent: Crimson is capable of unleashing a powerful torrent of magma from the ground in front of him [or if airborne from his body]. Striking multiple targets is possible if they are standing in a line up to sixty feet away. Each target reduces the damage done to the next target. High base damage. Three post cooldown.
Primal Mote: Crimson is capable of shooting powerful blasts of fire or magma from his hands, fingertips or extensions. Dealing high single target damage to individuals that he targets within a hundred foot range. It is capable of punching through solid rock but not defensive based moves. No cooldown.
Molten Guard|RAM UPGRADE: Crimson is capable of summoning up a pillar of molten lava in front of him that quickly encircles it's host. When struck molten guard not only absorbs the damage that would have been done to it. But it unleashes an extremely powerful blast of fire in every direction up to 100 feet around him. Five post cooldown.
Cataclysm|ULTIMATE|RAM UPGRADE: Crimson is capable of unleashing practical Armageddon on a location. Turning his body's temperature to max and outputting some intense flames Crimson slowly starts to set the location around him on fire. Over the course of three posts his body's temperature kicks up to overdrive. To a point of where its capable of slagging even the strongest of human metals. Setting things ablaze and heavily damaging those that stand within. At the end of the three posts his body detonates with an insane hypercharged force. Obliterating cover within a 150 foot radius and dealing full damage to anyone standing close enough to him. OPT. This ability damages and weakens him greatly; making it hard to move and think as his body requires him to cool down. Moving too much hurts him and healing moves are only a quarter effective on him for the rest of the thread. The tell that this ability has started is a rapid hissing and popping of air around Crimson... and the stones or trees within range.
Digivolves From: Vorvomon
Default Form: Goldwraithmon
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful neutral
Skills/Talents:
Ruler: He was a kind and gentle mon, a kind and passionate individual that knew how to handle all sorts of things. Both for his city and for his people. For his empire and for those within. He's a problem solver and understands the weight of it all. But even so... his skills eventually also led to the downfall of the self same empire so who could say how skilled of a ruler he truly was?
Hunter: For sport? For sustinance? Crimson is a fairly good hunter both for the fun and for the need. It's hard to really outrun him and harder still to outsmart him. He of course would need these skills for a long term survival out in the desert. Scraping by for hundreds of years until truly embracing the life within the dune seas.
Fighter: Before he was a ruler, before he was anything close to royalty... Crimson was a passionate fighter. A person that fought for his country, for his people, for those above and below him. His skill and passion outstrips many around him and puts him in a strange semblence of power that he simply can't compare to those living in the now.
Inventory:
-Varies from time to time but he mostly keeps water on him.
Personality:
Kind: Crimson is an incredibly kind individual, a warhearted good natured person that genuinely cares for those that he meets regardless of their lot in life. He'll help and tend to the sick above himself and will put them above himself
Gentle: From words to touch to even his actions; Crimson is an incredibly gentle individual. One that would never harm someone unless that was the last thing he needed to do. He's quite lenient, tender and fairly merciful to those underneath him. It's rare for someone to hear his voice raised in any fashion even when scolding someone. He's truly someone that would be wonderful as a teacher. Beyond calm and beyond the sort of temperment that one would think ill of him.
Wise: Living for thousands upon thousands of years has given crimson quite the repitoure of wisdom. Being able to weigh in on many different things and being able to call upon experience of time itself. Able to lend a hand whenever and however needed.
Loving: Crimson... simply loves life. Loves the world. He simply just loves the plane and people that he exists with. His passion and his love are things that are very obvious from the get go. And while it may take a bit to get used to him... he is a patient and steady soul that is willing to give those that need it the love and time they need.
Passionate: Crimson is exceptionally passionate about the things he does, and the things that others do. Ceaslessly helping those within range and himself in a way so that they can grow and develop however they see fit. He's hard to stop once he's got going but... that's just a good thing really. His focus has to be somewhere after all!
Personal History:
Let us go back to a time before the war. To a time before the ancient struggles of our realm were nothing but a calm storm compared to the hatred that would come. To those that loved and lost. To those ancient indescribable beings. To a time...
When the world was still new. When the great tree was still planted; when the knights were nothing but a myth and the lords were nothing but a whisper. When the village was nothing yet. Where we didn’t understand where we came from.
When… I was born. To a pair of parents beyond understanding. Beyond knowledge. I was born of fire. And born of stone. Born of coal and born of ash. I was born in nothing, literal nothing. I didn’t exist one day and I simply… snapped to being. To a kingdom to a village that was… meager. Meek. Servants of some kind to some… stronger being out and away from them.
They paid tribute to this being, to this place. In the form of people, currency or food. But they didn’t have the latter this time. So they gave me, a nobody as tithe to those beyond. They accepted the tithe and brought me to the capital. A bare child that understood nought of the world. A servant of the people before I even knew I served.
But before I could serve the people… I would fight for them and their amusement. Within the coliseum of the gods. Of those primal beings; for the emperor and his mighty lords and ladies. A mon who understood little other than what was in front of him.
I fought. And I fought. And I fought. For their amusement, for the skill for their gold, for their food. For their water. For their wine and for their lords… and for their ladies. I fought and fought and fought. From a child. To a man. I continued. Breaking those in front of me into nothingness; shattering those in primal flame. Into the stone. Into ash and dust.
I broke thousands upon thousands of souls into bitter nothingness. All for simple needs and wants. Eventually my soul was free of that place; my freedom gifted to me by an emperor I barely knew. A kingdom I barely understood. Thousands of fights and I barely knew what I was looking at; it was all I had ever known. The fight. You know?
So I signed up for more. I gave myself to that country, fighting war after war. Battle after battle, skirmish after skirmish… duel after duel. Eventually there was no fights left to fight. There were no enemies left to call my own. No individuals that would rise to the occasion to fight with me. My hands were stained red with the blood of my enemies.
So they dubbed me. Crimson “King of the broken flame” a mon without a purpose and without passion. A mon without a kingdom or a mon without a reason to go on. So I traveled, so I sought wisdom and I sought a purpose.
I wandered the lands trying to understand to find a struggle; a fight I could enjoy. Maybe something I could endure as a test? I don’t know what I was properly looking for but I never found it. I couldn’t find it in the kingdom or the kingdom around it.
Not until I heard of the emperor and his vile deeds; his vile misgivings and his horrid rule. He had used my power of primal fire to cull the strong of those he called enemies. Into a massive spanning empire that he was unfit to rule.
There was barely breath wasted on him when his head rolled from his shoulders. When I watched his data go to the winds. But… I couldn’t let such a vile creature leave unscathed. So I took everything he was… and made it mine. But the memories he brought me and the memories he gave me made me understand what I needed to do.
These people needed a ruler. But they needed a kind, just and gentle man. A man I could be if I simply put myself forward. I gave myself to my country again. My kingdom. My cities. My towns. My villages.
I gave them everything; I gave them what they needed. When the crops wasted I gave their land life. When the rivers ran dry I called the rain. When the people grew sick I gave them medicine. I gave them everything from within and from without. Their wants were mine and mine alone.
I gave them everything because we were one true people.
And it was because of this that I found out my weakness. It was the people themselves; I cared for them too much. Too greatly. But it was not folly; it was not a bad thing. It meant that I truly did care and that I truly wanted them to be before me.
They called me a kind mon. A fair mon. They called me their King, their ruler, their friend and ultimately? Their father.
It made me happy beyond words; but ultimately it made me shed tears. As time passed so did my power, so did my influence. People bickered and stopped listening, wars were fought, droughts took our lands and time took the trees away from us. A precious and rare resource in our land.
That’s when the sands started to come in, when I could no longer call the rain, when I could no longer heal the sick. When I couldn’t stop the fighting. They fought and fought and fought over the little we had left. Until the end where it was just a silent and forgotten tomb.
When my people, my cities, my kingdom started to waste away in the rivers of blood and data. The land was soaked and would never hold life, the sands crept in and I found myself alone.
I found myself wandering the tomb of my kingdom, the empire I had helped create. I wandered further and further, to the town that I had been born in. It was razed to the ground, burned into nothingness. It was where the sand had crept in first. I had tried to plant trees; tried to breathe life into the husk of a town.
It didn’t help; it broke underneath my care and I watched where I had been born become swept up in sand. I watched as my kingdom gave way to this cursed life. As I wandered for hundreds of years I saw my kingdom swallowed up in sand. I saw the dunes roll over into the parched river beds. I saw my castle, my home, my people swept away… if there was any of them left.
I saw the buildings buckle into the sands; I saw them go from homes to ruins. I saw my temple to time itself crack under the wanting pressure. I found myself wandering still; I saw myself crack a little bit. I saw my power edge out and my wants turn to a selfless need to help others.
I saw the Folder desert come into being.
And I knew that my time as a ruler was ended.
But I knew my life as a wanderer had only begun. So I did what I wished, I traveled, hunting, drinking, enjoying my time as a forgotten soul. Staring up at the stars for days upon days. Humming gentle tunes and spinning tales for those that wished to hear them.
I look forward to the day where my wisdom is needed again.
DIGIMON'S INITIAL EVOLUTION LINE
Rookie
Species: Vorvomon
Appearance:
Attribute: Virus
Family/ies: Dragon's roar
Type: Lava Dragon
Fighting Style: Somewhat sporadic in this form, but very very powerful. Crimson is capable of fighting single and large groups of enemies if given the proper chance.
Abilities: [4 Abilities Max]
Flight|Non combat passive: Vorvomon has wings therefore it can fly. Tends to list to one direction or the other upon take off due to how bloody heavy it is.
Magma Breath: Vorvomon is capable of spitting out a cone of magma fire breath; which is half fire and half earth in terms of damage. Making it hard to resist even if you are immune or resistant to one of these elements. Thirty foot cone. Two post cooldown.
Magma plates: Vorvomon is capable of heating up it's body to an insane degree, practically melting it's own hardened exterior into a sort of magma esq plates. Making it incredibly difficult to hit without hurting yourself. When struck this digimon concentrates and a pillar of flame is shot out from the location of impact. Dealing damage to those caught in the ten foot line of magma. Two post duration. Three post cooldown. Using this ability locks vorvomon's movement for the duration.
Ashen dust: Vorvomon spreads a large cloud of dust in one location. Covering up to a thirty meter radius around it. If a fire based move strikes the dust the whole lot of it ignites into a powerful explosion. Dealing high area of effect damage to all of those within the cloud save for Vorvomon. Three post cooldown. Two post duration [if not ignited]
Broil: Vorvomon heats up it's body, making the area unbearably hot. Over the course of a post this digimon continues to raise it's temperature until it's body naturally continues this spree. Over the course of three posts the temperature in the area around vorvomon [up to fifty feet away] continues to rise until it starts to slag rock and it is even capable of lighting up healthy trees. Ashen dust can be activated on the second round of broil. Three post duration. Five post cooldown. Deals moderate damage to those within the radius.
Digivolves To: Goldwraithmon
Champion
Species: GoldWraithmon
Appearance:
Attribute: Virus
Family/ies: Dragon's Roar
Type: Lava Dragon man
Fighting Style:
Abilities: [6 Abilities Max]
Primal fire|Combat passive: Crimson's fire is that of the primal stuff. Regular resistances and immunities simply do not work. He bypasses them with his intense firepower [both literally and metaphorically]. However because of his intense heat colder areas and water based attacks are a little difficult for him to handle. Increasing the damage of water based attacks by 50% and ice based attacks by 100%. This only affects passives.
Rock Solid|Combat passive: Crimson's body is made out of a mix of stone, coal and fire. Making him incredibly durable. Reducing melee physical based attacks by 15%.
Primal Phoenix|Combat passive: Crimsons body is a host to an incredibly powerful fire. One that burns so brightly that even when damaged to a degree is able to heal itself. Per posting round he is capable of regenerating 5% of his health.
Primal Weapons: Crimson is capable of summoning a vast array of fire based weapons from the palms of his hands. Suiting his needs and making whatever he wishes at the time. Whether it be ranged or melee. They are made of incredibly powerful and dense fire. These weapons strike hard and burn out quickly. Making it incredibly important to use them when around. They last for three posts; dealing insane single target damage. Three post cooldown. Ranged variants can reach up to a hundred feet away regardless of what they are.
Magma torrent: Crimson is capable of unleashing a powerful torrent of magma from the ground in front of him [or if airborne from his body]. Striking multiple targets is possible if they are standing in a line up to sixty feet away. Each target reduces the damage done to the next target. High base damage. Three post cooldown.
Primal Mote: Crimson is capable of shooting powerful blasts of fire or magma from his hands, fingertips or extensions. Dealing high single target damage to individuals that he targets within a hundred foot range. It is capable of punching through solid rock but not defensive based moves. No cooldown.
Molten Guard|RAM UPGRADE: Crimson is capable of summoning up a pillar of molten lava in front of him that quickly encircles it's host. When struck molten guard not only absorbs the damage that would have been done to it. But it unleashes an extremely powerful blast of fire in every direction up to 100 feet around him. Five post cooldown.
Cataclysm|ULTIMATE|RAM UPGRADE: Crimson is capable of unleashing practical Armageddon on a location. Turning his body's temperature to max and outputting some intense flames Crimson slowly starts to set the location around him on fire. Over the course of three posts his body's temperature kicks up to overdrive. To a point of where its capable of slagging even the strongest of human metals. Setting things ablaze and heavily damaging those that stand within. At the end of the three posts his body detonates with an insane hypercharged force. Obliterating cover within a 150 foot radius and dealing full damage to anyone standing close enough to him. OPT. This ability damages and weakens him greatly; making it hard to move and think as his body requires him to cool down. Moving too much hurts him and healing moves are only a quarter effective on him for the rest of the thread. The tell that this ability has started is a rapid hissing and popping of air around Crimson... and the stones or trees within range.
Digivolves From: Vorvomon
