Post by ametrine on Aug 27, 2010 1:41:00 GMT -8
Nama Owens
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xxxxx Nama grew up the second child of two loving parents in the slums along the outer rim of New Sydney, with her older brother Al. Her life was defined by her family; her older brother was training to be a medical physician, her mother was an EMT, and her father transported medical goods that would otherwise be heavily restricted by the government.
xxxxx She completely idolized her father, Jackson, who worked as a freelance corporate courier, transporting medical experiments and goods across the city-state, and often through the wilds to the Imperial territory of Virus. Not long after Nama's seventh birthday, a job went south, and her father was found dead at the scene of what appeared to be an attempted kidnapping. The police did not feel the need to investigate further, possibly after being paid off by the people involved.
xxxxx Weeks after her father's funeral, Nama received a text message, one that at the time seemed like a prank. She replied with a simple 'Y' for her response, the answer sent off quickly as she was not really expecting a response. The leaf colored Digitama she found on her bed was a surprise, but she was able to more then easily hide the egg in her closet before going on her way, checking on the strange object every chance that she could. It was almost a month later that she started becoming tired more easily. A few weeks later that found she couldn't even get out of bed, and she soon lost consciousness.
xxxxx She was in a coma for almost a year and a half before she finally came to, finding her self one of the various clinics set up for the hordes of comatose children. She soon found out her older brother had also suffered from the coma like sickness, dying almost eight months before she regained consciousness.
xxxxx Coming home from the hospital, she found that the egg had cracked, seemingly waiting for her touch it before it reformed into the dark bodied plant digimon she instinctively knew as Nyokimon. She decided to name the creature 'Alty' after her deceased older brother.
xxxxx She tried to let things get better, living her life, going to school, continuing to work on the electric off road buggy that she, her father, and brother had spent so many hours working on before the plague. Between spending time with her mother and raising Alty in secret, she was able to get back into the swing of living again.
xxxxx That was until Valentine's Day, 2510. She watched in horror as the shadowed leader engaged in wanton, broadcasted murder when something in her snapped. She had somehow tamed one of his 'friends' already, but... She simply wasn't ready to give up on this planet just yet.
xxxxx Alty became upset at that moment, the Tanemon needing to go out in person, girl and digimon riding the dune buggy quietly though the streets, come upon a group of Monochromon terrorizing a nearby convention center. Alty & Nama were able to hold them off long enough to evacuate the building, only to find out later that her mother had died when the same group of Digimon had ripped through the first response vehicles which had tried to intervene earlier that night.
xxxxx Nama has a mild issue in that she keeps a pack of cigarettes on her person at all times, and is prone to placing a cig in her lips, even if she's already smoking one. Sure, it's bad for her, but... well, quitting is much harder then it sounds.
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xxxxx Nama doesn't like being in the spotlight. Leading is for people with big mouths and burning inner fire. Her goal is to get people home in one piece. She's not scrambling for higher positions and renown, and instead is happiest supporting others in their goals.
Maternal﹚
xxxxx She worries about people on every side. Especially innocent people who are resolved to fight in the face of impossible obstacles. She needs to care for others, as they'd just be worse off without her.
Explosive﹚
xxxxx She may have anger issues, and does not react to being frustrated or option-less well. If stressed, her first reaction is to punch someone or thing. If she's not allowed that outlet, she may escalate to more violent reactions quickly. She's quick to anger, and quick to forgive once the initial anger has had time to burn off.
Lethargic﹚
xxxxx Once she slows down, Nama's bordering on impossible to get started again. She can jump to full attention if the situation calls for it,but there's just very little that would warrant a quick response time that wouldn't accompany a siren of some sort. Once she's kicked back into a resting state, she doesn't feel the need to leave it.
Duty﹚
xxxxx She really only takes part in things that she truly believes in. Once she has sworn to take part in an action on good faith, she will do everything in her power to see it through to the end, to the best of her abilities, and it's rather hard to convince her otherwise.Likes:
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xxxxx Nama grew up the second child of two loving parents in the slums along the outer rim of New Sydney, with her older brother Al. Her life was defined by her family; her older brother was training to be a medical physician, her mother was an EMT, and her father transported medical goods that would otherwise be heavily restricted by the government.
xxxxx She completely idolized her father, Jackson, who worked as a freelance corporate courier, transporting medical experiments and goods across the city-state, and often through the wilds to the Imperial territory of Virus. Not long after Nama's seventh birthday, a job went south, and her father was found dead at the scene of what appeared to be an attempted kidnapping. The police did not feel the need to investigate further, possibly after being paid off by the people involved.
xxxxx Weeks after her father's funeral, Nama received a text message, one that at the time seemed like a prank. She replied with a simple 'Y' for her response, the answer sent off quickly as she was not really expecting a response. The leaf colored Digitama she found on her bed was a surprise, but she was able to more then easily hide the egg in her closet before going on her way, checking on the strange object every chance that she could. It was almost a month later that she started becoming tired more easily. A few weeks later that found she couldn't even get out of bed, and she soon lost consciousness.
xxxxx She was in a coma for almost a year and a half before she finally came to, finding her self one of the various clinics set up for the hordes of comatose children. She soon found out her older brother had also suffered from the coma like sickness, dying almost eight months before she regained consciousness.
xxxxx Coming home from the hospital, she found that the egg had cracked, seemingly waiting for her touch it before it reformed into the dark bodied plant digimon she instinctively knew as Nyokimon. She decided to name the creature 'Alty' after her deceased older brother.
xxxxx She tried to let things get better, living her life, going to school, continuing to work on the electric off road buggy that she, her father, and brother had spent so many hours working on before the plague. Between spending time with her mother and raising Alty in secret, she was able to get back into the swing of living again.
xxxxx That was until Valentine's Day, 2510. She watched in horror as the shadowed leader engaged in wanton, broadcasted murder when something in her snapped. She had somehow tamed one of his 'friends' already, but... She simply wasn't ready to give up on this planet just yet.
xxxxx Alty became upset at that moment, the Tanemon needing to go out in person, girl and digimon riding the dune buggy quietly though the streets, come upon a group of Monochromon terrorizing a nearby convention center. Alty & Nama were able to hold them off long enough to evacuate the building, only to find out later that her mother had died when the same group of Digimon had ripped through the first response vehicles which had tried to intervene earlier that night.
xxxxx Nama has a mild issue in that she keeps a pack of cigarettes on her person at all times, and is prone to placing a cig in her lips, even if she's already smoking one. Sure, it's bad for her, but... well, quitting is much harder then it sounds.
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