: Pokomon Gender
: Uh...straight I suppose? Though the likelihood of another Renamon...Appearance
: Pokomon is quite like a golden oval with cylindrical yet pointed ears and tail, as well as stubby round legs. It's defining unique character traits are having scarlet tipped ears, tail, and feet as opposed to the normal white, and darker red markings under her eyes. See heading photo, change the tips to scarlet and add dark red markings.Personality
: Pokomon is a cool, collected digimon, much like many other of her species. She is quite arrogant as well, to the point of being dismissive to those she doesn't think are worth her time.
However, she is also incredibly loyal and caring, with a near hero complex. To those whom are hurt and/or sad, she is quite caring, acting like an older sister at times (even to those much older than she).Basic Background
: Pokomon has had a rather uninteresting life. She has trained with a small dojo of other digimon since birth, constantly challenging herself to become better. She is striving for the day she evolves, eating well and training to such an extent that she doesn't really have many friends or connections in the digital world.
Many a time, Pokomon is known to go missing for a stretch of days to do solitary training in the woods alone. Through this, she has also learned basic survival such as making shelters, avoiding obstacles, and identifying digital plant life.
It was, in fact on one such outing that our story begins. In the deep woods, Pokomon had been gathering food before stumbling upon a wild and cranky Palmon. The Palmon attacked, driving Pokomon further and further back. Suddenly, she fell and rolled down a hill and onto a beach. When she looked up (upside down), she found Kayla Tanner fighting off the Palmon alone. She scared it away, and thus begins our tale.Digivolutions
: None as of yet.Theme Music
: Weatherman, Dead Sarah.Writing Prompt
Just outside of the digimon village, to the east, a beautiful forest flourished. Within were a wide variety of plant life, as well as (mostly) friendly wild digimon. It was here that Pokomon chose to train. She made shelters, weathered storms, and charged fallen saplings to move them to create makeshift bridges. Her training regime consisted mostly of exploring the wilderness and using brute force to bend the Flora and fauna to her will.
Today, Pokomon ventured towards the beach, dashing through land she had yet to cross. She came upon a fallen log, stopping to think. She backed away. Suddenly, with a determined charge and a leap "Hup!" She cleared it. For a small moment she allowed herself to indulge in her pride before continuing on.
Minutes later, Pokomon stopped for a drink. A small creek ran through the silent woods providing watervto digimon and plants alike. Its cool, reflective surface distorted as she lapped at it with her tongue. She felt the frigid water revitalize her tired muscles, and laid down to take a short nap.
Her calm serenity was cut off, however, by a voice. "What are you doing in MYY forest?!" It asked, angrily. Pokomon jumped up and turned to the sound. An angry Palmon advanced with a threatening gleam.
Pokomon tried avoiding a conflict the best she could. "I was merely getting a drink", she explained logically. "Would you like some?"
"I WANT YOU OUT OF MY FOREST!" The Palmon shrieked and began to attack. Pokomon quickly jumped to the side to avoid falling into the water she had been wuenching herself on, and began running. On her way, she knocked over fallen trees, jumped over tree roots, and slid down creekbeds. However nothing seemed to slow the ferocious plant digimon down.
The gap between them closed more and more until...smack.
Pokomon was struck by one of Palmon's vines, sending her careening down a hill. She bounced down, landing with a thump upside down on the beach. The deranged Palmon approached slowly, raising one of it's barbed hands menacingly. Pokomon closed her eyes, anticipating a ruthless strike. It never came. Pokomon opened her eyes to see something that for a second convinced the rational trainee digimon that she was dead. A dark skinned....human?...girl was throwing rocks at the Palmon viciously.
It began trying to fight back, but the human's ferocious stoning drove it back. It fled into the woods, the girl coming up to Pokomon. "Thank you", said the Pokomon kindly. She turned herself right side up, viewing her Savior from the correct angle. "I doubt I would've died, but still you saved me quite a story." Pokomon thought for a reward for a minute, before "Would you like to come to the village?" After a short pause to scratch her ear, and no warning, Pokomon bolted off with the girl in tow.