Post by Drucilla Moreau and Delmiramon on Nov 28, 2009 13:17:47 GMT -5
Drucilla Adeline Moreau
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Age: 16
Orientation: straight
Gender: female
Canon or Original: original
Get the Picture
Height: 5'3
Weight: 100
Eyes: aqua blue
Hair: black usually in spiral curled pigtails
Face The Facts
Family: Mother: Leila Davyn (never married)
Step-Mother: Corina Moreau (Sorien)
Father: Vincent Moreau
Half Brother: Damon Moreau
Friends: Her digimon
Nationality French, American
History: Drucilla spent her early years with her father in France. She simutaneously learned french and english. Her mother would call every day and talk to her through the phone, even though the baby could not understand her. It caused the young girl to get punished often for her use of both languages. She would often mix the two, and considering her father's high status it did not look well to the nobles. She was called dumb often.
Her stepmother hated her. Drew was the child of her husband and another woman. The woman hated her more when her mother started visiting for the holidays. When her mom left, her stepmother would lock Drucilla away in the basement for days, feeding her only bread and water. Her father never knew, as it only happened when he was on business trips. He was a successful lawyer, and took clients from all around thw world. Drucilla never went to a public, nor private, school. Her father made sure she had only the best teachers to homeschool herself and Damon.
It wasn't until she was twelve that her digimon approached her. When she learned of the digital world, she spent almost all of her time there, unfortunately what felt like days there was mere minutes in the real world. The longest she managed was to spend three hours away from home, it was enough to "worry" her stepmother. Drew was beaten badly that night. She tried to tell her father what had happened, but he hadn't beleived her. In his eyes, Corina was the sweetest person born onto this planet. The woman did a good job of making sure of that.
When Drew told her real mother she was appalled, and sued for custody. By a miracle the woman won, and Drew moved to america. She went into the digital world and became a protector. Her and her partner destroyed anything that got into their path. That was until they met a dark digimon named deathangemon. The fallen angel of death. She knew she shouldn't have gone after him alone, that she needed help, she didn't care. She was able to pull off a biomerge digivolution. The Angel had raked it's claws down the leg of the digimon. Luckily the Drew's partner did not receive any permanent damage. Drucilla, however, was infected with a virus. She was never able to use the portals to travel to and from the digital world. She needed to learn how to fix it, but until she could she was stuck.
Know the Person
Likes: helping people
sparring
having company
Dislikes: Loud people
Rude people
Her father and stepmother
trains
Strengths: She thinks before she acts
she is resourceful
Weaknesses: Her leg bothers her
She cannot move well and often has to be carried by her digimon
Fears: she will lose her partner
She will have to leave the digital world forever.
Dreams: To be able to live in the digital world
Personality: Drew sees herself as the brains of the operation. She is quiet, and quite shy. She knows she also has killer looks. This does not, however, mean she is social in the slightest. She is very anti-social, and prefers to observe others. She rarely talks in front of people she does not know, unless when she is being sarcastic. It isn't that she isn't nice, it's that she really doesn't feel comfortable with people. It takes her a long time to become close to people, and the only person she truly trusts is her digimon partner.
This doesn't mean she is a meek little girl. She has a fiery temper when angered. She will not hesitate to make people regret ever getting on her bad side. She can be sarcastic and rude when she wants to be. She knows how to act in upper-class society, but that doesn't mean she isn't "street smart" People often make fun of her for her french accent. She tends to speak with an air of superiority before she gets to know people.
Other:
Trust you Partner
Digimon: Rookie: Delmiramon
Rookie Img:
Original or Canon: original
Originality is Key
(only for original digimon)
(only for original digimon)
Fresh: Delmon
Attacks:
Pisces Bubble:
(a Small bubble blast inflicting minimal damage)
In-training: Delmirmon
Attacks:
Pices bubble:
(A medium sized bubble blast inflicting some damage)
Pegus' Charge:
A charge/tackle attack causing some damage)
Rookie: Delmiramon
Attacks:
(both previous attacks each a little more powerful than before)
Serpens Poison:
(A bite attack inflicting damage to an opponent over time)
Vulpecula's Illusion:
(An illusion attack causing seven exact replicas of the digimon to apear. Each with their own element. Fire, water, earth, air, metal, like and darkness. When they are attacked, they explode causing that type of damage to be inflicted on the opponent.)
Champion: RainbowKyuubimon
Attacks:
(all previous attacks each a little stronger than before)
Cetus' Fury:
(A water cyclone attack causing the opponent to be swept up in a tornado of water)
Lupus' Protection:
(A sheild attack with the ability to withstand most attacks. It can protect as many people as necessary but as the sheild gets bigger it's resistance is weaker.)
Ultimate: Delmiradoramon
Attacks:
(all previous attacks each a little stronger than the last)
Orion's gift:
(Gives her extra stength and resistance. It also provides her with a bow and arrow in which she can use to hit targets with.)
Pheonix tears:
(Can heal/purify any human or digimon. If corrupted the digimon is returned to egg form.)
Matrix Digivolution: DarkDelmiradoramon
Attacks:
(all previous attacks each a little stronger than the last)
Draco's rage:
(A fire attack that looks like a dragon charging at the opponent)
Taurus' temper:
(An ability that is activated automatically when the user is extremely angry or scared. It sets a blast toward the opponent, instantly devolving them. It is dangerous to use because it causes the user to pass out directly afterwards)
Roleplay Sample:
Pheonix was in her common room. It was cool, like always, but warmer by the fire. She was doing her homework. She had three essays due later in the week, and unlike her house mates, she was not going to leave them for the last minute. She had been sitting uncomfortably at a work desk with a her potions book, trying to ignore the random glares coming her way. She had done two things wrong that day, well not wrong as in bad, but she had broken some serious rules. The first, she had ruined a prank some of the seventh year students were preparing for some Gryffindor or another. As for the second, she stopped to help a Gryffindor first-year who was being picked on by some of the older Slytherin kids. It made the house of Slytherin look like a bunch of creeps and losers. They were too weak to pick on someone their own age, so they went for the young ones. The Slytherins were very lucky that she did not catch them in the act of harming the child, she found him crying in an abandoned hallway, or they would all be sitting in detention for at least a week.
Pheonix could hear them muttering about her, that she was a disgrace to the Slytherin house. She snorted at the comment. She was probably more powerful than ninety percent of the Slytherins in the room, considering most of the older students were nowhere to be found. She placed the final sentence in her essay on the uses of the scales of a serpent, the professor had asked for approximately 12", she wrote 15" instead. She knew the professor would not be overly impressed by her extra addition, but there were more uses than she could fit in a mere 12" of parchment.
She stood, getting another sneer from a fifth year Slytherin. "If you weaklings have got shit to talk, say it too my face, but don't be cowards and mutter it under your breath, hoping I don't hear you." Pheonix hissed. She was not in a particularly good mood. The boy she helped needed to go to the nurse. He was hurt pretty badly, a broken arm two ribs and a possible concussion. She would have healed him on the spot, but the nurse would not like that one bit. She knew carrying the kid up the long climb to the hospital wing would be painful for him, so she did a quick numbing spell that would likely wear off by the time she reached the Nurse. She couldn't count how many of her own house mates, or other students for that matter, had seen her carrying the boy. She knew most other Houses probably thought she had been the one to harm the boy. She didn't particularly care. She knew she didn't do it, and so did the professors. As far as she was concerned everyone else could stick it where the sun don't shine.
She stormed out of the common room with two rolls of 10" parchment, shrunken to fit into her pocket, As well as a book on transfiguration which she also shrunk. She got a few rude comments from the other Slytherins as she walked out. She knew they were afraid of her, she made sure that if the younger Slytherins did not respect her, they at least feared her. It was the only way she could keep herself and them out of trouble. She sighed as she continued to walk to the library, she knew it was too late for even prefects to be out, so she muffled the sound of her foot steps.
She was wearing a deep green set of ankle boots, with a 4" heel. This caused an echoing clack on the stone of the dungeons. This was muffled of course, so only she could hear it. She had traded her school uniform for something more her style hours ago. That left her in a dark green halter top, and a pair of destroyed jeans. They were full of rips, four slices on each thigh, the knees are ripped out, and there were rust-stains on each of the back pockets. Her father absolutely despised that pair of jeans. He did not raise her to look like some homeless witch, she would look like a respectable young woman at all times and that was pretty much when his voice turned from understandable English to blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, in her head. Her hair was pulled back in a messy set of ratted out pigtails, a hairstyle her father also despised. For two reasons, she was no longer five, therefore pigtails were too childish of a hairstyle for her, and her hair "looked a mess." It was another one of those lectures she tuned out quickly.
She reached the library, relatively quickly but she immediately knew someone else was there. She had taken the muffler off of her shoes so the clack, clack, clack, was audible throughout the library. She hadn't thought she would need to waste her energy by keeping the spell up. "Sorry to startle you doll. Didn't think anyone else would be in here" She said as she was threatened. "And there is absolutely no way you could send me to St. Mungos. There is a reason I am not allowed to take this off you know." She said fiddling with the Malfoy crest that dangled around her throat. Both her brother and her father would be furious if she were to ever take it off. So she stopped trying to trick the necklace ages ago, not matter if she could protect herself of not.
Pheonix could hear them muttering about her, that she was a disgrace to the Slytherin house. She snorted at the comment. She was probably more powerful than ninety percent of the Slytherins in the room, considering most of the older students were nowhere to be found. She placed the final sentence in her essay on the uses of the scales of a serpent, the professor had asked for approximately 12", she wrote 15" instead. She knew the professor would not be overly impressed by her extra addition, but there were more uses than she could fit in a mere 12" of parchment.
She stood, getting another sneer from a fifth year Slytherin. "If you weaklings have got shit to talk, say it too my face, but don't be cowards and mutter it under your breath, hoping I don't hear you." Pheonix hissed. She was not in a particularly good mood. The boy she helped needed to go to the nurse. He was hurt pretty badly, a broken arm two ribs and a possible concussion. She would have healed him on the spot, but the nurse would not like that one bit. She knew carrying the kid up the long climb to the hospital wing would be painful for him, so she did a quick numbing spell that would likely wear off by the time she reached the Nurse. She couldn't count how many of her own house mates, or other students for that matter, had seen her carrying the boy. She knew most other Houses probably thought she had been the one to harm the boy. She didn't particularly care. She knew she didn't do it, and so did the professors. As far as she was concerned everyone else could stick it where the sun don't shine.
She stormed out of the common room with two rolls of 10" parchment, shrunken to fit into her pocket, As well as a book on transfiguration which she also shrunk. She got a few rude comments from the other Slytherins as she walked out. She knew they were afraid of her, she made sure that if the younger Slytherins did not respect her, they at least feared her. It was the only way she could keep herself and them out of trouble. She sighed as she continued to walk to the library, she knew it was too late for even prefects to be out, so she muffled the sound of her foot steps.
She was wearing a deep green set of ankle boots, with a 4" heel. This caused an echoing clack on the stone of the dungeons. This was muffled of course, so only she could hear it. She had traded her school uniform for something more her style hours ago. That left her in a dark green halter top, and a pair of destroyed jeans. They were full of rips, four slices on each thigh, the knees are ripped out, and there were rust-stains on each of the back pockets. Her father absolutely despised that pair of jeans. He did not raise her to look like some homeless witch, she would look like a respectable young woman at all times and that was pretty much when his voice turned from understandable English to blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, in her head. Her hair was pulled back in a messy set of ratted out pigtails, a hairstyle her father also despised. For two reasons, she was no longer five, therefore pigtails were too childish of a hairstyle for her, and her hair "looked a mess." It was another one of those lectures she tuned out quickly.
She reached the library, relatively quickly but she immediately knew someone else was there. She had taken the muffler off of her shoes so the clack, clack, clack, was audible throughout the library. She hadn't thought she would need to waste her energy by keeping the spell up. "Sorry to startle you doll. Didn't think anyone else would be in here" She said as she was threatened. "And there is absolutely no way you could send me to St. Mungos. There is a reason I am not allowed to take this off you know." She said fiddling with the Malfoy crest that dangled around her throat. Both her brother and her father would be furious if she were to ever take it off. So she stopped trying to trick the necklace ages ago, not matter if she could protect herself of not.
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