<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Player Name: Vergil1989</span></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i63.tinypic.com/vpbtqq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kayla Hamilton<br/><strong>Age:</strong>18<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Bisexual<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Kayla Hamilton is tall.  That's the first thing people always notice, right behind the fact that she looks like an Amazonian with her dark, sun kissed skin, and compact, muscular frame, as well as her focused, gray eyes that have a tendency to look like they're full of pale moonlight under the right light.  The image isn't helped by the torn jeans and tight, form fitting shirts and pants she favors most days of the week, giving off the impression she's unapproachable.  The piercings in her bellybutton, a simple jeweled metal stud, and the pierced earrings she had in both earlobes that usually contain hoops or heavy metal adornments, further enhance the image that she is not someone you want to get close to.  Good sized, 34 D breasts, long, muscular legs, slender waist, wavy, raven black hair, and a tendency for black buckled boots or steel toed work boots to go with her faded, rip jeans and black leather jacket complete the 'bad girl' image she's been tagged with.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Despite appearances to the contrary, Kayla is not the 'bad girl', most people see at first sight.  Oh she can certainly throw a punch if the need arises, and as an active participant in the martial arts in her grandmother's dojo, she has the determination and discipline to match, but all in all, she's a pretty level headed person.  That's not to say she doesn't have her issues, having had some....minor anger management issues as a child, issues that martial arts has largely dispelled, but overall she's better than she's been.  When it comes to protecting those she deems a friend though, there are few fiercer than her ready to pick up the cause when the need arises.  She's a kind, woman that looks tough but has a heart of gold', but that angry, wild beast which hides her vulnerable heart she used to be is still lurking in the dark recesses of her mind, waiting to be released under the right circumstances....<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Kayla Hamilton was a troubled child when she was young.  The reason for it was simple enough, her dad was an asshole, made life difficult for her mom and her two brothers who were a year older than her.  It wasn't until she was nine years old that things got better, when her dad was arrested for possessing an illegal substance and her mother finally grew a pair to get them out of the house, divorcing the piece of shit while she was at it and ensuring he couldn't get his hands on anything they owned.  Unfortunately, he'd done enough damage to her, made Kayla hate his rotten guts, and she blamed her mother for not doing something a lot sooner against him since he had gone after her first and foremost anytime he was drunk, which was almost all the time.  Her dad wanted boys, the two he had wasn't good enough, and she refused to fall in line with what he wanted.  So naturally, he made her life a living hell, which made her resent the man and her mother for not doing more before he was arrested, which her mother could have just on principle if not the few times he actually left bruises and broke Kayla's arm a couple of times.  As for why, she never did figure that out, which only made her later resentment that much worse.  Trouble was, some people were just born broken, and her dad was no exception with that old saying.<br/><br/>After the divorce though, and some rough spots from Kayla along the way, they settled at her mother's grandmother's home in New York.  Granny Morton was a good woman, a wise woman, and while it took time, Grandmother Morton was able to calm the wild beast in Kayla's heart, showed her another way that didn't require being angry all the time at things that couldn't be changed.  As for the senseless violence she had been subjected to, while she never did get a satisfactory answer as to why her dad was such an ass to her and not her two brothers, who had since moved on and put it behind them, she was able to deal with it for the most part thanks to her Grandmother.  Life became easier to bear, but Kayla never was able to look at her mother without feeling old hurts rising to the surface.  She loved her though, that was never in doubt, and for a long time, that was enough.  Things settled, she got better, and thanks to Morton, Kayla was able to attend school without....too many problems as they got settled in their new home of New York City, Brooklyn to be precise.  She got a bit of a well known reputation before she learned to control her anger, so she had a bit of a lonely childhood, few people were willing to get close to her for fear of being meeting her rage head on.  Eventually though that too got better, and she had more than a handful of friends once she had settled in her new life.<br/><br/>But when her dad got out of prison on some technicality, he made no secret he planned to seek them out.  They didn't hear news of his release until a family friend back in Kayla's hometown called, to warn them of what was coming, unaware that he was on the other end, holding the caller at knife point.  He wasn't happy, to say the least, that her mother had done what she had, getting away and having him arrested, or so he believed when it'd been his own fault for the latter.  Whatever the case, it didn't take him long to catch up, and the past caught up with them about the same time.  Kayla walked in five minutes ahead of her dad, and before she knew what was happening, he had knocked her on her ass before leaving her bound and gagged on the living room floor, saying he'd be back for her in a bit.  Thankfully the police weren't far behind, and while no one but him wound up getting hurt, and only because he resisted, the damage, as before, had been done.  All that training, all that making herself stronger, to stand on her own two feet without fear, was for nothing.  Five minutes alone with him and she'd been reduced to the terrified little girl who had hidden underneath her bed more nights than she could ever count.  That was why she was so hateful, so angry all the time, besides the fact her mother hadn't done more for her growing up.  She'd been afraid, terrified, of her dad, the 'boogeyman' of her childhood.  Monsters under the bed would have been far more preferred compared to him, and in an effort to not be scared like that again, she had become hard, unforgiving until Morton got her to see reason.<br/><br/>While it has been some time since that day that he was finally put away for good, Kayla still has the occasional nightmare of her childhood and the second, and last, time she'd seen him.  As for her anger issues, those are still there, buried deep, along with her fear of the man and what he represents to her, but if given the right circumstances they could make a comeback.  Still, for now, she's....at ease if not content, able to go through life without too many concerns beyond what most people her age worry about.  Of course, that was before the strange light in the sky swept her away without a warning.....<br/><br/><strong>Relationships with other characters (If Applicable):</strong>None<br/><br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>No one special, and yes, eventually, she'd be happy to find someone<br/><br/><strong>Starter Digimon:</strong>In Training - Pokomon<br/>Rookie -<br/>Champion -<br/>Ultimate -<br/><br/><strong>Theme Song:</strong>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDSaYvs-LJI<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Player Name: Galnius</span></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://t01.deviantart.net/U-xF6iRJ1FD_TCya5lhHld5vfyU=/300x200/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre14/5cce/th/pre/f/2015/053/9/8/viximon_by_virogaming-d8j5ztr.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Pokomon<br/><strong>Gender</strong>: Female.<br/><strong>Orientation</strong>: Uh...straight I suppose? Though the likelihood of another Renamon...<br/><br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Pokomon is quite like a golden oval with cylindrical yet pointed ears and tail, as well as stubby round legs. It's defining unique character traits are having scarlet tipped ears, tail, and feet as opposed to the normal white, and darker red markings under her eyes. See heading photo, change the tips to scarlet and add dark red markings.<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>: Pokomon is a cool, collected digimon, much like many other of her species. She is quite arrogant as well, to the point of being dismissive to those she doesn't think are worth her time.<br/><br/>However, she is also incredibly loyal and caring, with a near hero complex.  To those whom are hurt and/or sad, she is quite caring, acting like an older sister at times (even to those much older than she).<br/><br/><strong>Basic Background</strong>: Pokomon has had a rather uninteresting life. She has trained with a small dojo of other digimon since birth, constantly challenging herself to become better. She is striving for the day she evolves, eating well and training to such an extent that she doesn't really have many friends or connections in the digital world.<br/><br/>Many a time, Pokomon is known to go missing for a stretch of days to do solitary training in the woods alone. Through this, she has also learned basic survival such as making shelters, avoiding obstacles, and identifying digital plant life.<br/><br/>It was, in fact on one such outing that our story begins. In the deep woods, Pokomon had been gathering food before stumbling upon a wild and cranky Palmon. The Palmon attacked, driving Pokomon further and further back. Suddenly,  she fell and rolled down a hill and onto a beach. When she looked up (upside down), she found Kayla Tanner  fighting off the Palmon alone. She scared it away, and thus begins our tale.<br/><br/><strong>Digivolutions</strong>: None  as of yet.<br/><br/><strong>Theme Music</strong>: Weatherman, Dead Sara