Post by Pilot on Jul 7, 2009 16:26:25 GMT -5
Intro
Name: Tristen "Pilot" Kronos
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance: Pilot is 5' 4" with a normal build, not too tough, but not chubby; she has brown hair and blue eyes, which have some flecks of green. Her normal outfits consist of tank-tops in tones of tan and brown, and worn jeans or stained pants. She always wears her hair back in a pony-tail, and never wears makeup, only lipstick. Pilot has 1 gold earring in her right ear, and usually wears either black tennis-shoes, or sandals.
Personality: She's a cheerful person, and tries to help out when she can; she loves to work at the auto-shop that her dad runs. She's rarely seen in a bad mood, although she can take offense easily if it comes to anything about her love of cars or her boyish attitude, or harming animals. She's thought of as the 'always cheery pillar of happy-go-lucky strength' by both her friends and her parents.
History: She's in 10th grade, goes to a nice school, and prefers to hang out with her good friends and parents more than go to parties. She grew up in a small town; her father owns an auto repair shop and her mother runs a gardening store.
Digimon: Petitmon - Babydmon - Dracomon
Digimon’s Personality: Dracomon, nicknamed Cross by Pilot, is a headstrong Digimon, and prefers to rush into battle than to strategies. He often needs to be calmed down by Pilot, and feels a connection with her that he only barely understands; he does feel the need to protect her like a best friend or a sister. Cross is the type to be annoyed quickly and easily, to shout when angry, and to vent and take out his emotions on enemies. However, he'd never dream on taking it out on his friends- because of his pride (and his ego); he wants them to like him, even if he can be a bit of a ticking time-bomb.
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It had started out as any normal day, really. Go to school, laugh at the substitute teacher when his hairpiece fell off, have lunch, write out math problems, and then go to computer lab- which was where she had been when she peacefully walked in, sat down, and noticed that an odd screen was up on her normal log-in computer. It was black with small red and green scribbles, that really didn't make any kind of sense. Grumbling about faulty computers and how she should make sure they hire someone to check them, Pilot tapped the top of the computer impatiently. And right then (she remembered it clearly) an odd egg of some sort had popped out of the screen. She had had to hold back a shrill yell of surprise, and ended up biting her lip so hard it split a little. Then something else had come out after the egg; it seemed to be a small electronically device. There were no clues or anything, but if Pilot had to guess, this was either a dream, she was insane, or some of those urban legends about creatures coming out of computers and eating/tormenting people were true. With a gulp and a feverish pulse, she put the device on her wrist, which actually fit well. Well, at least if I'm crazy, nothing's eaten me yet. With that she had excused herself from computer lab with a cry of 'I think I've got a cold!' and a rush out of the door, her backpack bulging with the computer egg.
Finally, she made it to her room, after rushing into her house (and scaring her parents half to death) and gently putting her backpack on the bed. She opened it slowly... and heard a soft purring noise, that sounded almost like a kitten would purr, but with a low grating sound mixed in. It sounded almost like the dinosaurs in fiction movies sounded. Taking a deep breath and opening the backpack all the way, she bit back another yell. A creature, about the size of a small dog, was sitting in the bag, looking quite content with itself as it chewed on a pencil. Pilot leaned forward and, against her better judgment, pet the thing lightly on the head. "Hey, little guy. Are you an alien?" The thing's purring just grew louder, and she smiled. "Don't eat pencils. You can have real food." With that she rushed downstairs and sneaked some leftover meat and mashed potatoes from the previous night. She opened the plastic container they were in, and set it before the little blob. "So, are you a carnivore, a herbivore, or an omnivore?" Said carnivore soon pointed out that it liked meat, as it hungrily gobbled down the steak after hopping over with it's two slightly developed purple clawed feet.
Looking at her new pet, Pilot realized that it had small wings that were gently unfurling, a green and blue body, soft fur with a few scales growing in, and two undeveloped horns topped with black and pink colors. Grey eyes met her blue ones, and the two beings, one human and one alien, smiled. And then the blob burped, sending a small spurt of flame at Pilot, barely missing her face and singing a bit of her hair. The thing seemed to laugh, as it jiggled a bit and it's purring became erratic. The sixteen-year-old rolled her eyes and giggled. "Very funny. Now, let me pick you up, and don't bite me." She quickly picked the thing up in her arms, and decided that if it had this sense of humor-and it was this heavy-it had to be a boy. "I think I'll name you Cross," she whispered to him happily. The blob purred even louder, snuggling into Pilot's tank top.
The next day, after having Cross sleep on the foot of the bed, Pilot woke up- to see that Cross was no longer a small blob, but a large seahorse-like creature, who seemed to float towards her and let out a small purr, that sounded more grating than before. Cross' horns were now black and pink, and they resembled a stag's horns. His fur was gone, replaced by a smooth set of green and gold scales, and his feet had developed into a swirl of wind that somehow allowed him to now float about the room, sniffing the air happily. His dull grey eyes had formed into intelligent purple ones, and his wings had grown bigger, green, and covered in thick scales. After taking this all in, Pilot got up and tied her hair in a ponytail, tiptoeing towards her new-and-improved Cross. "Hey, Cross. What happened, hmm, buddy?" To her great surprise and utter astonishment, he answered in an almost handsome low baritone voice. "I believe I grew. Aside from that, I have the distinct feeling that I need to grow some more... and I'm hungry," he added grumpily. Pilot stood for a few moments, stock-still, then shook it off, smiling warmly and petting his head. "Alright, I'll get you some food."
She rushed downstairs, snagging two pieces of toast (most likely for her father, but toast was easy to make) and a bag of beef jerky. Tiptoeing back upstairs, making sure not to step on the older steps (they creaked), Pilot slipped in her room. She opened the bag of dried meat, letting Cross stick his muzzle in it hungrily and lick out the food. "Ha ha, guess you were hungry, huh boy?" Cross nodded happily, his purring coming back, but stopped when he couldn't get the bag off of his nose. "I'm stuuuuuck," he whined, snorting in annoyance. Pilot giggled, slipping off the bag and hugging him quickly, surprising him almost to the point of falling out of the air. "I forgot to tell you, my name's Tristen, but you can call me Pilot," she said proudly, grinning. Cross licked his lips and tried to smile, but only got to a sort of creepy reptilian smirk. "Well then, Pilot, I have a nag at the back of my brain that I'm supposed to do something... oh yes! We must 'bond' so that I can grow again." He looked pleased with himself for remembering, and licked up a few more pieces of beef jerky. "OK. I'll sneak you out."
A few days later, they had been to the beach, the park, her father's auto shop (he'd almost caught them, and scratched his head, berating himself for seeing what looked to be a seahorse floating beside his daughter), and her mother's flower store. There, Cross had accidentally lit a pot of daisies on fire, apologizing quickly and patting it out with his wing. A store lady who saw a glimpse of him fainted and woke up thinking she'd have to have decaf coffee from now on. Seven days after he'd first shown up, Cross started to complain about growing pains. Pilot was excited, and hugged him again, making him sit on her bed beside her. "It's just because you're gonna grow again, I bet. And then you can take me to this 'digital world' you keep rambling on about." Cross snorted and snuggled into a blanket, before both he and his best friend, Pilot, went to sleep. The next morning, Pilot had the odd feeling that something very large and dangerous was staring at her. She woke up with a gasp, and then a grin.
Cross had grown again, this time looking more like a raptor. His horns had receded and turned bright red, and he had formed two sturdy legs. His scales were a bright blue, and he had red wings- plus an impressive set of three silver claws on both of his hands and feet. He had a long tail now, and his eyes were a orangeish-crimson, which held a sparkled of worry. "Pilot, you OK? You look... scared." His voice was deeper and held a scratching tone, but Pilot continued to grin. "You grew! Now you can take me to this 'digital world' of yours! And I'm fine, I just didn't expect to wake up with a dinosaur staring at me," she explained with an awkward laugh and a sisterly hug to her newly-grown friend. Cross grinned too, and showed off all of his needle-sharp teeth in the process. "I can! Great, just sneak me into a place with a computer." Pilot raised an eyebrow, but shrugged, and pulled on jeans and a tan tank-top, plus black tennis-shoes, a new hair tie, and a jacket, just in case this new world was cold. "Alright, can you fit in my backpack?" Cross looked doubtful, but with a few tries, he fit, although he grumbled about having pens jabbing him in sensitive places. Finally, with allot of effort, Pilot arrived at her school's computer lab, the same one where she'd gotten Cross in the first place. It was deserted- the teacher's weren't here yet. She quietly closed the door after herself and sat in her chair, setting her back pack on the floor and letting Cross out. "Alright, how do I-" At that moment, a beam of green light flashed on her and Cross, and they were both sucked into the computer with a light yelp.
Pilot grunted as she landed on the ground in an odd world she'd never been too, and quickly tied her jacket around her waist- it was pretty warm here. She noticed Cross beside her, and shook him lightly. "Hey, you OK?" His eyes blinked open, and he grinned. "We're here!"
END
Name: Tristen "Pilot" Kronos
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance: Pilot is 5' 4" with a normal build, not too tough, but not chubby; she has brown hair and blue eyes, which have some flecks of green. Her normal outfits consist of tank-tops in tones of tan and brown, and worn jeans or stained pants. She always wears her hair back in a pony-tail, and never wears makeup, only lipstick. Pilot has 1 gold earring in her right ear, and usually wears either black tennis-shoes, or sandals.
Personality: She's a cheerful person, and tries to help out when she can; she loves to work at the auto-shop that her dad runs. She's rarely seen in a bad mood, although she can take offense easily if it comes to anything about her love of cars or her boyish attitude, or harming animals. She's thought of as the 'always cheery pillar of happy-go-lucky strength' by both her friends and her parents.
History: She's in 10th grade, goes to a nice school, and prefers to hang out with her good friends and parents more than go to parties. She grew up in a small town; her father owns an auto repair shop and her mother runs a gardening store.
Digimon: Petitmon - Babydmon - Dracomon
Digimon’s Personality: Dracomon, nicknamed Cross by Pilot, is a headstrong Digimon, and prefers to rush into battle than to strategies. He often needs to be calmed down by Pilot, and feels a connection with her that he only barely understands; he does feel the need to protect her like a best friend or a sister. Cross is the type to be annoyed quickly and easily, to shout when angry, and to vent and take out his emotions on enemies. However, he'd never dream on taking it out on his friends- because of his pride (and his ego); he wants them to like him, even if he can be a bit of a ticking time-bomb.
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It had started out as any normal day, really. Go to school, laugh at the substitute teacher when his hairpiece fell off, have lunch, write out math problems, and then go to computer lab- which was where she had been when she peacefully walked in, sat down, and noticed that an odd screen was up on her normal log-in computer. It was black with small red and green scribbles, that really didn't make any kind of sense. Grumbling about faulty computers and how she should make sure they hire someone to check them, Pilot tapped the top of the computer impatiently. And right then (she remembered it clearly) an odd egg of some sort had popped out of the screen. She had had to hold back a shrill yell of surprise, and ended up biting her lip so hard it split a little. Then something else had come out after the egg; it seemed to be a small electronically device. There were no clues or anything, but if Pilot had to guess, this was either a dream, she was insane, or some of those urban legends about creatures coming out of computers and eating/tormenting people were true. With a gulp and a feverish pulse, she put the device on her wrist, which actually fit well. Well, at least if I'm crazy, nothing's eaten me yet. With that she had excused herself from computer lab with a cry of 'I think I've got a cold!' and a rush out of the door, her backpack bulging with the computer egg.
Finally, she made it to her room, after rushing into her house (and scaring her parents half to death) and gently putting her backpack on the bed. She opened it slowly... and heard a soft purring noise, that sounded almost like a kitten would purr, but with a low grating sound mixed in. It sounded almost like the dinosaurs in fiction movies sounded. Taking a deep breath and opening the backpack all the way, she bit back another yell. A creature, about the size of a small dog, was sitting in the bag, looking quite content with itself as it chewed on a pencil. Pilot leaned forward and, against her better judgment, pet the thing lightly on the head. "Hey, little guy. Are you an alien?" The thing's purring just grew louder, and she smiled. "Don't eat pencils. You can have real food." With that she rushed downstairs and sneaked some leftover meat and mashed potatoes from the previous night. She opened the plastic container they were in, and set it before the little blob. "So, are you a carnivore, a herbivore, or an omnivore?" Said carnivore soon pointed out that it liked meat, as it hungrily gobbled down the steak after hopping over with it's two slightly developed purple clawed feet.
Looking at her new pet, Pilot realized that it had small wings that were gently unfurling, a green and blue body, soft fur with a few scales growing in, and two undeveloped horns topped with black and pink colors. Grey eyes met her blue ones, and the two beings, one human and one alien, smiled. And then the blob burped, sending a small spurt of flame at Pilot, barely missing her face and singing a bit of her hair. The thing seemed to laugh, as it jiggled a bit and it's purring became erratic. The sixteen-year-old rolled her eyes and giggled. "Very funny. Now, let me pick you up, and don't bite me." She quickly picked the thing up in her arms, and decided that if it had this sense of humor-and it was this heavy-it had to be a boy. "I think I'll name you Cross," she whispered to him happily. The blob purred even louder, snuggling into Pilot's tank top.
The next day, after having Cross sleep on the foot of the bed, Pilot woke up- to see that Cross was no longer a small blob, but a large seahorse-like creature, who seemed to float towards her and let out a small purr, that sounded more grating than before. Cross' horns were now black and pink, and they resembled a stag's horns. His fur was gone, replaced by a smooth set of green and gold scales, and his feet had developed into a swirl of wind that somehow allowed him to now float about the room, sniffing the air happily. His dull grey eyes had formed into intelligent purple ones, and his wings had grown bigger, green, and covered in thick scales. After taking this all in, Pilot got up and tied her hair in a ponytail, tiptoeing towards her new-and-improved Cross. "Hey, Cross. What happened, hmm, buddy?" To her great surprise and utter astonishment, he answered in an almost handsome low baritone voice. "I believe I grew. Aside from that, I have the distinct feeling that I need to grow some more... and I'm hungry," he added grumpily. Pilot stood for a few moments, stock-still, then shook it off, smiling warmly and petting his head. "Alright, I'll get you some food."
She rushed downstairs, snagging two pieces of toast (most likely for her father, but toast was easy to make) and a bag of beef jerky. Tiptoeing back upstairs, making sure not to step on the older steps (they creaked), Pilot slipped in her room. She opened the bag of dried meat, letting Cross stick his muzzle in it hungrily and lick out the food. "Ha ha, guess you were hungry, huh boy?" Cross nodded happily, his purring coming back, but stopped when he couldn't get the bag off of his nose. "I'm stuuuuuck," he whined, snorting in annoyance. Pilot giggled, slipping off the bag and hugging him quickly, surprising him almost to the point of falling out of the air. "I forgot to tell you, my name's Tristen, but you can call me Pilot," she said proudly, grinning. Cross licked his lips and tried to smile, but only got to a sort of creepy reptilian smirk. "Well then, Pilot, I have a nag at the back of my brain that I'm supposed to do something... oh yes! We must 'bond' so that I can grow again." He looked pleased with himself for remembering, and licked up a few more pieces of beef jerky. "OK. I'll sneak you out."
A few days later, they had been to the beach, the park, her father's auto shop (he'd almost caught them, and scratched his head, berating himself for seeing what looked to be a seahorse floating beside his daughter), and her mother's flower store. There, Cross had accidentally lit a pot of daisies on fire, apologizing quickly and patting it out with his wing. A store lady who saw a glimpse of him fainted and woke up thinking she'd have to have decaf coffee from now on. Seven days after he'd first shown up, Cross started to complain about growing pains. Pilot was excited, and hugged him again, making him sit on her bed beside her. "It's just because you're gonna grow again, I bet. And then you can take me to this 'digital world' you keep rambling on about." Cross snorted and snuggled into a blanket, before both he and his best friend, Pilot, went to sleep. The next morning, Pilot had the odd feeling that something very large and dangerous was staring at her. She woke up with a gasp, and then a grin.
Cross had grown again, this time looking more like a raptor. His horns had receded and turned bright red, and he had formed two sturdy legs. His scales were a bright blue, and he had red wings- plus an impressive set of three silver claws on both of his hands and feet. He had a long tail now, and his eyes were a orangeish-crimson, which held a sparkled of worry. "Pilot, you OK? You look... scared." His voice was deeper and held a scratching tone, but Pilot continued to grin. "You grew! Now you can take me to this 'digital world' of yours! And I'm fine, I just didn't expect to wake up with a dinosaur staring at me," she explained with an awkward laugh and a sisterly hug to her newly-grown friend. Cross grinned too, and showed off all of his needle-sharp teeth in the process. "I can! Great, just sneak me into a place with a computer." Pilot raised an eyebrow, but shrugged, and pulled on jeans and a tan tank-top, plus black tennis-shoes, a new hair tie, and a jacket, just in case this new world was cold. "Alright, can you fit in my backpack?" Cross looked doubtful, but with a few tries, he fit, although he grumbled about having pens jabbing him in sensitive places. Finally, with allot of effort, Pilot arrived at her school's computer lab, the same one where she'd gotten Cross in the first place. It was deserted- the teacher's weren't here yet. She quietly closed the door after herself and sat in her chair, setting her back pack on the floor and letting Cross out. "Alright, how do I-" At that moment, a beam of green light flashed on her and Cross, and they were both sucked into the computer with a light yelp.
Pilot grunted as she landed on the ground in an odd world she'd never been too, and quickly tied her jacket around her waist- it was pretty warm here. She noticed Cross beside her, and shook him lightly. "Hey, you OK?" His eyes blinked open, and he grinned. "We're here!"
END