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Mystic Bluberri
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Nitsukuri Hitokage's somewhat edited prof. Name: Nitsukuri Hikotage Gender: Female Age: 23 (looks about 17 maybe.) Nickname: Nitsi Left-handed Appearance: try this-digimon at the bottom thin and ghostly pale (because of the lack of sunlight she's been exposed to) Height: 5’6” Eyes: gray, almost silver Hair: black, chin length, messy and sometimes worn up in mini hairclips Abilities: can sense energy, as in sensing how many living bodies are in a room without looking, and when any energy seems to flare or lessen. She says she learned it off the internet if anyone asks. Personality: Depends on her mood, really; either cunningly deceptive or utterly unsocial. Personal history: Nitsi grew up with a plain old run of the mill two-parent family. Boring. That is, until her father, a computer programmer, came home with a do-it-yourself html book. (website code, for the uneducated) She was instantly addicted. Nothing in her life had come so easy. She typed up a flashy website at the age of thirteen, and her dad never even knew. She went out on her own and bought other books of other code and even had to get a job to help pay for the other phone line she had to get. Life went on. At fifteen, she was so very immersed in the world of cyberspace that she had no physical friends. They all lived halfway across the world or more. School was just something her parents made her go to until she could get home and get on her internet again. When she went home that day, she received an email. “Look outside your window.” The popup closed by itself. She looked out of her thirteen-stories-up apartment window and saw a creature, orange, it seemed, and HUGE. It was Greymon, as he had appeared that night four years before the first digidestined kids saved the world. She turned back to her computer. It looked as if nothing had even happened. Four years later (she was nineteen) she found her digivice when she walked into her room. It was sitting on her desk as if it had always been there and she had missed it somehow. A little icon was dancing across the screen. A D-3. She picked it up---and got sucked head first into the digital world. Tired of this yet? Hold on. There’s more. When in the digital world, she spent three hours there before her coincidentally slow digimon found her and directed her back. She was annoyed at this digimon’s slowness. Slower than a 28.8, he was. She started researching ways on the net to make the little lump faster, more powerful. Then she hit it. Digivolution! Rookie, champion, ultimate, mega. . . . but she didn’t have a crest. She looked around her room helplessly. Books of different types of codes and computer languages. . . but nothing that would help her here. She looked at her snoring digimon and her powerless digivice. She would find a crest. Nitsi peered over her balcony, which overlooked an alley connected to Highton View Terrace. She looked down and saw a girl. A girl living in a cardboard box. As she watched, a blue winged animal flew down and landed in front of this girl, and with a flash of light, shrank into a completely different creature! Of course, it was digivolution. This girl had a crest. Nitsi plotted somehow to take this crest from this girl. She would give it back once she was done with it, once she had found out how exactly this thing worked. She would make a copy of it. Make her worthless digimon worth something after all. She grinned. (Of course, the girl is Maxie. Read on.) On the day of Maxie’s disappearance, four years later, Nitsi was eating in Rocko’s restaurant when the confusing battle started outside of it. She just knew that girl with the crest had something to do with it. She left quickly and was surprised to find the fighting over. Looking down, at her feet was nothing less than the crest of Optimism. Maxie’s crest. She picked it up before anyone could see her and went back to her apartment. The days that passed were a blur. The end result was all that really matters, and that is now the crest of Secrets. Now she looks for this nameless girl to give her back her crest. (whew. But wait, there’s more.) Digivice: A d-3 with added attachments and a string so it could be worn around the neck. Simple, functional gray. Crest: Secrets, a copy of Optimism with dark influences, which isn’t meant for her; she’ll get another one soon Digimon: again, scroll down once it loads Baby: Blobmon Self-explanatory. Squinty eyes. In-training: Undumon A little shell with eyes. Rookie: Snailmon Also self-explanatory. Attacks: sludge bomb Champion: Plodmon A turtle with a snail shell. Always angry, or seeming like it. Attacks: Sonic Stomp and Death glare Ultimate: (with Crest of Secrets) Cargomon The shell has spread to cover the whole of its back and has re-grown its antennae,which plodmon did not have and snailmon did. Attacks: Eye beams and Supersonic Stomp Mega: (with Crest of Secrets) Warcargomon Think hermit crab with four pairs of legs. Very defensive. Attacks: Pincer snap, eye beams, Mega Stomp Okay. That should do it. I’ll scan a pic soon and post it. ~Hans Christian AndersenEdited by: Mystic Bluberri at: 8/15/02 6:58:05 pm |
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