Post by Eve Villarreal on Apr 21, 2013 21:33:15 GMT -5
EVE VILLAREAL
TAMER OF TEAM INFINITY
Thirteen
FEMALE
4'9" & 90LBS
HETEROSEXUAL
SPANISH
NEW JERSEY
NATURELOVER99
FLORA PACK
VIRIDI FROM KID ICARUS UPRISING
WAZZPINATOR
POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS | NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS |
● CREATIVE ● ENERGETIC ● OPTIMISTIC ● CLEVER ● PROTECTIVE ● FEARLESS ● NURTURING ● HAS A GOOD SENSE OF HUMOR ● QUICK THINKING ● NONJUDGMENTAL | STUBBORN ● INSENSITIVE AT TIMES ● IMPERCEPTIVE ● OVERLY ATTACHED ● LATCHES ONTO CAUSES ● SPOILED ● EASILY DISTRACTED ● HOLDS GRUDGES ● IMPATIENT ● ACTS BEFORE SHE THINKS ● |
FLORA PACK DIGIMON STATISTICS
CRAGALANCHE | ARMADILLOMON | VACCINE | MAMMAL |
● UNFLAPPABLE ● NOBLE ● GOOD LISTENER ● PATIENT ● SUPPORTIVE | ROLLING RAMPAGE STONE BUSTER TINY QUAKE BREAK SPIN 100% SMASH | QUIET ● EASILY TRICKED ● STUBBORN ● UNINTELLIGENT ● LAZY ● |
ROLLING RAMPAGE Cragalanche breaks into a slow roll, using his hard scales to run down anyone in his way. | STONE BUSTER Cragalanche uses his tail to hurl small rocks at his foes. He is inaccurate, but they hit hard. | TINY QUAKE Cragalanche rears up on his hind legs and paws the earth. As he is quite small, this merely shakes foes. | BREAK SPIN Cragalanche uses his hard shell to spin like a top. While quite powerful, it has very poor range. | 100% SMASH In a last ditch attack Cragalanche charges for a brutal headbutt. This hurts him as much as his foe. |
ARLON | LALAMON | DATA | PLANT |
● WHIMSICAL ● SERENE ● PEACEFUL ● WISE ● JOVIAL | TILT-A-WHIRL HARMONY DISCORD SEED SHOT PINECONE PANIC | STRANGE ● APATHETIC ● FORGETFUL ● NO EMPATHY ● OLD-FASHIONED ● |
TILT-A-WHIRL Arlon spins his head like a propeller, slashing enemies like a razor. He also uses it to float on strong winds. | HARMONY Arlon sings a serene song which bolsters his allies in combat. | DISCORD Arlon lets loose grating shrieks that leave enemies (and allies) in discomfort. | SEED SHOT Arlon spews seeds from his mouth like a machine gun. The attack may be weak, but hits far and fast. | PINECONE PANIC Arlon hurls a massive, explosive pinecone. Seed shrapnel and sappy smoke make this very dangerous. |
PHOSPHORA | KUNEMON | VIRUS | LARVA |
● FRIENDLY ● FUN-LOVING ● CAREFREE ● OPEN MINDED ● OBEDIENT | VIRAL CRUNCH ELECTRIC JAB STATIC SHIELD SILK SPRAY THE LAST RIDE | TAUNTS OTHERS ● VAIN ● INSENSITIVE ● EASILY BORED ● NEVER SERIOUS ● |
VIRAL CRUNCH Phosphora opens up her jagged beak, snapping at her foes. The nasty bite contains vile toxins. | ELECTRIC JAB Moving as quickly as possible, Phosphora jerks up a static-charged tail to try and stab her foes. | STATIC SHIELD Phosphora rubs her limbs together to build static electricity, generating a shower of sparks. | SILK SPRAY Phosphora shoots out threads. The fibers conduct electricity well, but are of versatile purpose. | THE LAST RIDE Phosphora jams her limbs and tail into an enemy in a relentless assault, clinging until she is forced off. |
HISTORY OF EVE VILLARREAL
Eve Villarreal never asked for this.
She always was quite the strange child, exploring parks and climbing trees rather than the normal activities so loved in the year 2028. She didn't even compete in her school's end-of-the-year video game tournament, the biggest one in town. For this reason, she understandably didn't put much stock in it when she heard her father blew their money on some lottery ticket for a new game. He was way more of a web-head than she was, and his purchases had gotten more and more frivolous since the divorce, so she figured it was just another one of his extravagant spendings.
I mean, it couldn't be worse than his motorcycle phase.
Eve continued going about her daily life, enduring her dad's daily complaints about how she was acting "distant" and "strange" lately, and how her wandering had been getting him worried. These conversations were the norm since the divorce: she wandered further and further from home, her father spent more and more, and the two talked at each other about it a lot but never did much to change. Maybe they were both running in their own way. No matter the rhyme or reason, though, the two continued this daily song and dance, always talking but never saying much. Then, everything changed that one fateful day . . .
It had been an ordinary Thursday, but when she went to go on her normal walk home she instead found her dad parked right in front of the school. Even from far away his ridiculously huge smile was visible: clearly he was excited about something. When Eve hopped into the car he immediately unloaded the good news, telling Eve she was a beta tester for CrossWire Server. He feared she was too distant and troubled after the divorce, and wanted to give her an opportunity no other kid in her class could dream of. Eve, who hated wasted money almost as much as she disliked technology, was not happy to hear this.
The debate between the two was heated, but soon the fighting gave way to a tense calm. The two understood each other greatly, and were only looking out for each other, so once their passions calmed they figured there was no need to fight. The same bitter divide of not understanding each other continued to divide the two, but at least the screaming had stopped. The two struck up an agreement: her father would stop the impulse buys that worried her so much, but in return Eve would at least try this beta test out. While she isn't too happy with the arrangement, at least it'll keep the house at peace for the foreseeable future.
EVE VILLAREAL'S HOME SERVER
« 1374 » Eve's home server is, ridiculously enough, a treehouse. It comes complete with a rope ladder you have to climb after jacking in, because just logging in would be horrifyingly boring. The server itself is pretty small compared to most servers, consisting of a single, wooden-walled room with a hammock for sleeping on. Three small cushions are available for her Digimon to sleep on, and there's a small beanbag for guests. Beyond that windows show of an endless plane of grass, which Eve hopes to eventually turn into her own personal wilderness through room extensions.
Yes, she has a strange definition of the word "room."
