Post by cheshire on Jun 8, 2011 2:07:26 GMT -6
LEAH MORGAN ISHIDA
[/color][/b][/font]Me and you, living under a paper moon 'cause real life just isn't right.
[/center]NICK NAMES[/color] leigh, morgan, ishi.
AGE[/color] nineteen, january ninth.
GENDER[/color] female
SEXUALITY[/color] heterosexual, may be bi-curious.
MEMBER GROUP[/color] baihumon faction/neutral.
CANON[/color] - - - ____ ___ ishida || nineteen || partner || friendship.
DIGIMON[/color] Kudamon, Salamon, Renamon, Terriermon, Gabumon.
PLAY-BY[/color] Yui Hirasawa from K-On.
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SO THEN. TELL US WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE?
[/color][/center]Standing at a decent hight of 5'6" and a healthy weight of 128 pounds, I can't say that there is much to complain about when it comes to the whole general appearance of mine. I don't consider myself to be all that pretty, or like those girls that all the guys seem to lust over when it comes to the guys here. But then again, I wouldn't consider myself to be an ugly brute either, just the sort of average girl that is trying to get by. I suppose I should actually say what it is I look like then, alright I'll start from the top on downwards than. That first thing would be the hair on top my head then, it doesn't flow down to my hips, or hold a nice flow to it, or any sort of random technicolors. But it is a simple auburn in color, some would say that it is more of a brown while other say its a red, but frankly when it comes down to it, I consider it auburn.
However, I've never been the sort of girl who can deal with the whole different hair styles, and making sure the longer it was the more hair styles I would have to learn. So it never has been, and stil isn't past my shoulders. In fact, the straight have that I have reaches about half an inch or so above them. And more often than not, when it comes to my own style flair for my hair, the most I'll do is throw in some random brightly colored hair clips. To keep the bangs I have from getting in my way throughout the day, but other than that there really isn't anything all that special about it.
I tend to dress the same way I do my hair, which is the simple sort of thing, typical t-shirts or jeans that we've made or found lying around over the years. There are times when I've been told that some of my clothes are on the cutesy side, especially when I exchange the pants for the leggings and dress I may have, and upon occasion will wear. Though the things I feel most comfortable are those jeans with the occasional tear in the side, or the baggy, slightly too large t-shirts. Not that I'm opposed, or don't own the tighter fitting shirts, I just happen to know what it is I like, and don't like trying to fit into other molds placed before me. Other than that, I can't say I'm all that bold in color, sticking with neutral colors, I'm sure if I had more of a female sort of guide I would have turned out differently.
Moving back up to the actual head of my body, rather than the actual body itself, I've got got these bright blue eyes. The same sort of blue that my father had, and one of the few outwardly obvious things that I have that make me look related to them. They're the things that often betray me because of how obviously my emotions tend to run through them. I've been told before that depending on what it is I'm wearing that day, it helps to push the color from my eyes out, or dulls them down. I'd consider them to be one of the few features that I like about myself, I've just always liked the soft blue eyes against the baby face that I've been told I have.
As for the rest of myself, I can't say that there are any other features that really stand out. I'm a pretty simple person, and I take that simpleness with me when it comes to general appearance. Sure, there are times when I tidy myself up, or act more so my age because of what I'm wearing but I don't really see myself changing either. Even if it means having to put up with the nick name, baby face for the rest of my life. Though the actual idea of that is not something that sits very well within the back of my head.
OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?
[/color][/center]cheerful, friendly, tomboyish, survivor, protective.
I can't say that I know much about my parents, or what I remember about them, but the things that I've been told by the Digimon who knew my parents, I'm an equal mix of the two. From my father I've supposedly obtained the sense of protection and from my mother that tomboyishness. There is more to me than just the characteristics that I've been told of, such as the fact that I'm friendly, that sort of outgoing person that may randomly bound up to another. Maybe not pounce them right away, but I've never really seen a problem with greeting someone with a hug or a high five. Sure, it could creep in on their personal space, which is why I tend to hold back. But once I get to know someone well enough, or we feel comfortable enough with each other the other person better be ready for some glomps. Because of this, some would say that I need to become more standoffish, or at least know how to give people their space. Not really the best thing around, but hey I say that there’s typically some sort of negative to each of the positives. At least, when it comes to my own personality anyway.
But that’s what makes us human, and I'd rather be an imperfect human over some weird socially acceptable perfect drone.
Besides that whole friendly bit, I'd at least like to think that I'm on the cheerier side of things. If that didn't already come through with how I choose to act around others. But yeah, I'm a chipper person, and prefer to look for the optimism in most scenarios. Not to say that I don't drive some people crazy with the upbeat self, but I can't really control this aspect of me. Maybe I just don't want to deal with my fears, or feeling like there isn't someone happy out there, so I place the responsibility of being chipper on my own shoulders. Okay, so that’s lame, I know, but hey, whatever. I'm happy and not afraid to show it, it just means that there are other sides to me that I'm not afraid to hold back. Again, there are negative aspects, but I'd be worried if there wasn't at least one thing wrong with that. Much like with the friendliness and the cheeriness there are those times when I don't want to have anything to do with anyone. And when those rare times happen, I make a point of separating myself from the area and finding a nice quiet place to go and read a book. Or do the occasional sketches if I really feel like it.
Peel back another layer and you'll see that I'm not the sort of girl who likes to go running around in skirts all the time. Even if I do have a baby face, it has never stopped me from trying to fit in with the guys. Which I think over my nineteen years of life has become something I've gotten pretty good at, considering more of the friends I have are of the male gender rather than those of the same gender of myself. It has a lot to do with the fact that even before I was taken to the Digital World, I had a fascination with sports. Especially with soccer, and when I hit five I was able to play my first year. Upon entering the Digital World, I made sure it was something that could still be done here, hell that was how I got close with some of my best friends. Apparently that is another one of those things I get from my mom, but it’s not something that I really remember when it comes to her. Flowers that is for sure, but other than that and the picture I have, I can't claim I remember any other specifics.
Even though I am close with the guys, I do kinda wish that I were closer with some of the other girls around the group. I mean, guys are fun and all, but its not like I can really talk to them in the same way I could with a chick. I guess that could be one of those negative aspects to being a tomboy, well besides the point that sometimes the guys forget I'm a girl, and not one of the boys. Even when it comes to the best of my best friends, he can be challenging to talk to, but hell when that’s all you've got then that’s all you got. It just means that I've got to work on it, think of it as a challenge that I need to complete if I really want it.
For as long as I can remember I've always been that one kid who has been prepared. To at least some extent, whether it be bringing extra snacks when someone else forgot, or making sure that we had the tools, and were able to start a fire to stay warm. I've always been the survivalist. But then again, when it comes to living out in the wilderness like we have been, it shouldn't really be that much of a shock. I think it also has a lot to do with the fact that I've got that whole motherly vibe that comes off me from time to time, as well as the fact that I'm one of those...protective...people. But otherwise, I know how to take care of myself, and as long as I'm allowed to pride myself on such things than I think I'm ready to take care of others as well. It just means that I'm someone who would be good to have if we were to ever get lost wandering around...but somehow, us getting lost, seems very unlikely considering how long most of us have been here for.
This is probably one of my biggest strengths and my biggest weaknesses, and that would be my sense of protection. Especially when it comes to my younger brother, I can become very possessive of him, something which occasionally drives him crazy. As well as drives myself crazy, because I know I don't really like feeling smuthered, so to know I'm doing the same to him pisses me off. Yet, I can't seem to stop, and I think that has a lot to do with the fact that he's the only family I've got left. And we've hardly ever been apart, and now with this war creeping up on us I'm worried that he might be torn away from me. But this doesn't just happen with my younger brother, it also happens with the people, and especially Digimon that I'm closer with. Especially the partner that I've had ever since I first came to the Digital World.
Again, I think it branches from the fear of loosing all of them, any of them, its something that I want to fight against with all of my being. Even if this ends up being the thing that pushes me away from everyone else because of how overly protective that I can be. Lord knows that I've gotten into a couple fights with my brother, as well as my other friends because my usual chillness fades and out comes the worry wort. Even with myself working on it, I still feel that it is something that'll probably always be with me, even if its the last thing I want.
INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?
[/color][/center]"Come on Matt, we need to choose a name for her." the words were spoken by a female as she looked down to the small, fresh body of the baby girl she had given birth to a day before. "We had so many good ideas, yet she still doesn't have one." the woman bit the bottom of her lip for a moment as she then turned to face the blonde male. Who chuckled in return and nodded his head, "Yes, I know. I know what I like, Leah."
There was a moments pause before the woman spoke up once more, that gentle smile lacing her face as a finger gently moved over the brow of the newborn. "Leah Morgan.." she whispered and glanced back to the male as if to check if the name worked with him. That smile grew more so upon recieving a nod from him and then looked back down to the child. "Well then, welcome little Leah." she murmured before slowly moving herself back onto the hospital bed, pulling the I.V. along with her. Sure, it had taken the pair known as Matt and Sora nine months to decide on a name, but at least their new little girl was born, all cute and healthy.
I grew up in a small little house not to far off from where my parent's closest friends lived, as well as my Uncle T.K. and Aunt Kari. They also appeared to have kids around the same time that my parents did, so I'd like to think that I grew up with them being some of my closer friends. Of course, I don't really remember the first few years of my life, because I was a toddler, I mean c'mon. How many people acutally remember their first few years of life? Besides, thats besides the point, the real point here is that by the time I was two years old I had a new baby brother. He was my parents second child, and as far as I'm concerned I thought he was fun, probably some sort of new doll that I would be able to dress up when he got big enough. And that I would be able to show off my "big girl" skills when it came to helping mom with changing his diaper.
I don't believe I ever really had any problems with jealousy, and if I did its just another one of those things where I don't really remember it. But from what I do remember is from when I was five and he was three, and I definitely liked playing around with him. Plus it appeared that he liked to mimic me quite a bit, but that was pretty typical for three year olds...However, it still made me feel like I was special. That I was the big sister that he looked up to, to some extent at least. And for the fifth year of my life, I found myself really getting into climbing, seeing how far I could reach before one of my parents could catch me, while the other half of the time I had a soccer ball with me.
It was something that I wanted to do, and as far as the five year old me was concerned, Soccer was the thing I was going to do for the rest of my life. Not a doctor, not a lawyer, I was going to be a soccer player. For the first six and a half years of my life, everything was normal, my parents were happy and we had a decent home. I had friends that lived close by so I could play with them whenever I wanted to, and I always managed to get along with my brother, minus the occasional fits. But if there was any time in my life that I can remember clearly, it was the night that the creatures came out of the computer.
"Shhhh! Don't wakes them!" came a loud whisper, a soft thud of something hitting the ground was followed by a second after a couple more seconds. The glow from the computer screen glowed brightly, before fading once more, and the two things slowly moved from the computer room. "I can sense one of them over here, and the other one in the other room." the one who had landed first spoke. Inching further down the hall, the cloaked male grinned as he caught sight of the semi-conscious me and the fast asleep mother of mine. The television was on and playing some sort of child's cartoon.
I had been awake and had run into my parents room because of a nightmare I had had earlier that night, and the best way, as my parents had found, to soothe me was through the early morning cartoons. It was weird, I had thought I heard something and when I moved from my spot and peered around the corner I jumped. Quickly moving to stand back by the couch where my mother was sleeping, the cloaked figure slowly moved out from the shadows and put a finger to his covered mouth.
"Its fine, don't be scared. We're your friends." he murmured. His tone was soft, gentle, the sort of thing that would soothe an uncertain child, a reassuring tone was just the thing that worked because I inched from the couch, disregarding the whole don't talk to strangers thing, let alone the whole strangers in the house at 3am thing.
"Wh--Who're...you?" I whispered, a slight tremble to my voice as I looked to him, the tall cap made me think that he was soms sort of magicition. Like the ones that often came to my friend's birthday parties, and those guys were always fun, so he had to be a good person, right?
"I'm Wizardmon. And I came here because I have a fun game I thought we could play, you're brother gets to play as well." the one known as Wizardmon announced.
"A game?" I questioned, still hesitating as I tilted my head to the side slightly.
“Yes, a game. I promise it’ll be very fun. There isn’t any need to be frightened of me.” He offered a smile through his eyes as he looked to me once more. I remained where I was, my hesitation remaining where it was and it didn’t seem like it was about change, but I could feel the excitement build up within me as well. The thought of being able to play an exciting game, when I had no one else to play with at the time certainly did hold a certain appeal. After remaining by the couch for another few minutes, and glancing between the person who had introduced himself as Wizardmon and my mother I slowly moved towards the Wizardmon.
“…I’m Leah…” I whispered, a smile coming to my lightly freckled cheeks.
The smile was returned with a gentle pat to my head from the man before me. “How very nice meet you, Leah.” He offered before reaching out a hand. Offering it for me to take, and as I glanced to the gloved hand I smiled and took it.
“So where are we going?” I asked as he pulled me back down the hall, and towards the computer room. Oddly enough my brother was standing there next to another odd-looking creature. I guessed that he had woken up, and had been interested in this game that the Wizardmon had offered to me as well.
“It’s a computer game that we’re going to play. Make sure you don’t let go of my hand, okay?” Wizardmon spoke, his head turning to look at his companion and my brother. “You two got it? Part of the game is making sure you continue to hold our hands.” He warned once more and looked to me, who in turn, slowly nodded and fidgeted. Part of me was becoming rather nervous about this and how serious this man seemed to become. But I did as I was told, and didn’t let go of his hand as an odd tingling sensation came over my body.
The computer screen shown brightly, and an odd sort of noise came from it, the sort of noise that still, from time to time, rings in my ears. But as I closed my small eyes from the light, I felt myself leave the ground, only for a matter of seconds later to land back on the ground, having fallen forward I was now fact first in moist green blades of grass. Wizardmon let out a sigh of relief as they arrived back in the place that they belonged and looked to his comapion once more and my little brother.
“Welcome—“ he began only to be cut off my the happy cry of a small chinchilla like creature.
"Ahhh! Welcome! Welcome! Welcome to the Digital World!"
“What is that?” I cried out quickly standing back up on my feet and ducking behind Wizardmon. A soft chuckle came from the other, as he turned to face me. “This little one, is called Kyaromon, and she is what we call your partner..” he started and looked towards the other two. “He's from the same place that we’re from, where we are right now.”
"B-But...Where are we?" the words came from my mouth after another moment's pause, slowly inching closer to my brother, I felt that this was the one spot that I would be safest, the one spot where I could protect him if I needed to do so. Moving my hand to grasp his, I bit the bottom of my lip, I didn't know what to do, and was beginning to feel like I regretted agreeing to play this game with these people. I wanted to go back home, to be where my mother and father were, and where I could cuddle up in my bed. But instead I stood here, in this place that I didn't know, with these creatures that were claiming they were my partner.
I wanted to cry. I shook slightly as I stood in my spot and grasped my brother's hand even tighter than I had already.
But what else was I supposed to do? I was a six year old that was suddenly left in a new world with these weird animal looking things that could speak clearly. It wasn’t something that I had ever seen before, and I wasn’t sure at that time that it was something that I wanted to ever really get used to. However, as it appeared it would be something that both my younger brother and myself wouldn’t get much of a choice about. Seeing as how we were part of the many children that were part of the selections they made, the ones who they planned to train to fit for the future.
I was weirded out at first, and the last thing I ever wanted to do was get along with the things known as Digimon. But, after a couple of months I found myself greatly attached to the partner that I obtained. And the people who I had known back in the real world were there, all with their own Digital Partners, so it wasn’t like I was alone here. So it became my new home, at times I even forgot that I had come from earth, that the Digital World was not in fact the place that I was born and raised for the first six years of my life.
This was something that remained with me for several years, and I can’t say that I miss a place I barely remember, the Digital World is the place that I call home. And I feel a great need to fight for what I believe, and for myself, a as now nineteen year old girl, I follow under the lord known as Baihumon, and I’m not the sort who would be easily swayed when it comes to my choice.
EXPRIENCE[/color] 9+ years.
CONTACT[/color] aim - sedative0
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/color]
These last few days were all things that she wished she could replay. Not because she found vast amounts of amusement from them, but because she wasn’t yet used to this place that Emerson had pulled herself into. She couldn’t yet begin to place whether or not she regretted it, or if she would have preferred to live on her own, in that promised apartment. Snorting under her breath, she knew either way she was going to be alone, in this place that she had been told was the Digital World, and the place called Earth as well. “Tch.” snorting at the reminder and shook her head, pushing some of that brightly colored hair from her face.
However, her home life was not the only annoyance this girl had in her life now, and she wasn’t the only one she had to take care of. Now, it seemed, without much of a choice, Emerson had a pet thrown at her. Or ‘Partner’, as the little yellow being had called it. Emerson had tried ditching it a number of times, ducking behind the trees, and into the shadows. Or trying to sprint a head and turning some sort of corner, but each time the little yellow fox had managed to catch up with her, or find her. Proving, at least until Emerson knew the terrain better, it would be impossible to get rid of the new annoyance.
Speaking of which, Emerson could hear the rustling of bushes, the same bushes that the Viximon had been jumping in and out of each time Emerson moved forward. The female was guessing that this was some sort of attempt at being stealthy, or at least creative at hiding. But really, Emerson thought of it as nothing but foolishness, something that she was not really finding as amusing as the little fox seemed to be finding it. “Come on you silly human! Show some kind of smile!” the happy voice came from the foliage, before making her appearance. A sort of groan coming from Emerson as she heard it speak up once more, it unnerved her a bit, the thought that this thing could speak English so clearly.
A slight sort of shudder rolled down the green haired girl’s back, aqua eyes darting from the path in front of her and towards the thing that had called herself Viximon. “Geeze. What do you want?” Emerson snapped as she came to a halt in her movement. “I just want to be your friend!” the Viximon stated as if it was the most obvious thing. Another sort of groan came from Emerson as she shook her head and moved forward again. She didn’t have time for this, she needed to find a way out of this place, not make friends with something weird and fluffy. Besides, who knew what sort of plans might really be going through her mind.
Friends. Friends. Friends. She had never had any, except for the ones she made up, and in the end they left. Emerson never understood the point of them, and she wasn’t suddenly going to do so either. Snorting to herself, the reminder made her shake her head and the pale eyes came to search her surroundings once more. Coming to a halting stop once more, Emerson stared down the sight before her. “Fuck.” Emerson hissed, and the sound of a soft oof hit the back of her like as Viximon had decided to tackle into it, trying to get Emerson to go once more.
“Toy town! Toy town!” chanted Viximon before bolting between her Tamer’s legs and moving towards the brightly colored, block looking entry way. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Running a hand through her hair, she lightly pulled on it as she bit the bottom of her lip. This was the chance she had been hoping for, to get rid of the other, but now she almost felt like there was a tinge of guilt riding there. With a loud groan she trudged after Viximon.
“Come back here!” Emerson announced and glowered when she saw the Digimon smirk and then dart into the town “Just wait, I really will leave you behind.” Whether or not the threat was for real yet, even Emerson couldn’t be sure, but she knew that she found herself wandering deeper into this creepy toy-like town. Only, now it wasn’t just her Digimon she had to worry about, the further she moved in the sooner she realized she wasn’t the only one here.
Which became very apparent when she heard the happy sound of voices speaking to each other, and then her own Digimon’s voice as well.
“Heyyyy!” Viximon cheered as she ran up to the tear shaped Digimon and then her Tamer as well. “Whatcha guys doing? I’m here with my partner!” she announced with pride, and then jumped a bit as she caught sight of Emerson standing not so far behind them.
“Err…” Emerson grumbled, that sort of awkwardness coming from her as she rubbed the back of her head, adjusting the goggles that rested there. “Hi…” she finally said, a hint of uncertainty there laced in her words. This was weird; she wasn’t usually place in a situation where she actually had to talk to someone else. Or let herself be known to an extent that she would need to make some sort of small talk, oh yes, this Viximon was proving to be more and more annoying by the second.
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