Desired character - Takeru Takaishi
*What this character has been doing to get by - Takeru had never thought that his life would fall apart as fast as it had after they were defeated by MaloMyotismon. Everyone had to run, everyone had to hide, it was a mess. He was cut off from his friends, from his brother and his father. His mother had gotten hurt early on, not very long after MaloMyotismon had taken over. He had to take care of her, protect her and keep her safe since it was the only thing he really could do. But that wasn’t good enough. His mother picked up an infection in the wound and taking care of her wasn’t enough. He needed medicine for her. Takeru became good at not being seen, of being silent and unheard and good at getting into places. He could steal medicine. But never enough.
Takeru’s mother died just over two years after the take-over. Honestly, he had been surprised she had made it that long. And then Takeru was alone, with the exception of the ever faithful Patamon, and at only thirteen it was not a good thing at all. He was able to keep the small apartment he had had with his mother by selling the medicine that he stole and by stealing enough food for him and Patamon to eat. He always kept his hope alive though, trying hard to believe that they would somehow make it out of this. He always tried his best to keep a smile on his face even if it was hard to do sometimes.
After a while the smiles started to fade and the hope began to dim. It had been years since he had seen any of his friends. Sometimes he wondered why they weren’t doing anything, weren’t even trying to do anything but he couldn’t justify thinking those things because he too was doing nothing. Seeing the despair and destruction around him began to take it’s toll until one day he snapped, he attacked a digimon he saw hurting someone and he killed it. The scariest part about that was that he liked it. It felt good to hurt something that had been hurting people like them for so long.
What he had done had not gone unnoticed. Not even a week later he was approached by someone who said they were from one of the resistance groups, they wanted him to join them. He’d heard only rumors of these groups, many of them not good, but he had never seen any proof that they existed. It took him days to decide what to do but eventually his resentment to the situation they were all in made him decide to join the resistance group.
After a few months in the resistance group Takeru was rising fast in the ranks. He was good at getting things done and finally felt like he was doing something productive. Patamon was not happy with Takeru’s change in actions but Takeru would not back down and do Patamon left.
For years now Takeru has been one of the leaders of the resistance group he had joined. He is good at getting things, good at killing digimon. He’d like to think that they were somehow gaining some headway against MaloMyostismon’s forces but he knew that they weren’t. At least they were doing something.
*Personality - Takeru had always been a source of happiness amongst the digidestined, always optimistic. His crest was hope after all, he had always thought that they would make it through everything. That changed somewhere along the line. The years alone and scared, watching the destruction spread and endure and never go away. Takeru turned to his angrier side. The side that had been hurt by digimon so much since he was eight that he wanted, no needed to fight back against it. After he was approached by the resistance group he embraced that side of himself and he became good at fighting, and at killing. He lost the fear and remorse that may have clung to him before that. He was trying to stop the evil and that was what was important.
Underneath it all though, Takeru knew that even with fighting back it was no good. What good could a bunch of people do when the digidestined had just fallen apart like they had? He had no true hope that they would win anymore. He was just doing anything he could to get by.
*Appearance-As Takeru got older he began to look more and more like his older brother. His face stayed a little more rounded for a while perhaps, with babyfat probably, but that quickly wore off under the situation. He grew taller eventually, never as tall as Joe had been but he was pretty sure he could hold his own against his brother and Taichi now, though he had not seen them in years.
Takeru’s role with the resistance group influences his appearance the most. He is more than fit, his muscles well defined and toned both from exercise and the things he does for the group. He has let his hair grow out, it’s shoulder length now and he keeps it tied back in a ponytail most of the time. The only other striking feature about Takeru now is the scar that cuts across one of his eyes. He had been lucky to keep the eye.
Takeru wears clothes that don’t stand out, most people wear those sorts of clothes nowadays. Still, he makes sure they are always durable enough for a fight and dark enough so that blood won’t show, whether it’s his own or from someone else.
All in all, Takeru is sure that he makes a fairly imposing picture now. Tall enough, skinny but still clearly well built, blond hair and blue eyes made him just as striking as his older brother had always been. Though the scar he now wore served to making his blue eyes even more striking. Far different from the little, smiling, cheerful, child who had first gone to the digital world.
*RP Sample(2 paragraphs, LONG.) - The lights in the alley were dim, creating multiple shadows that Takeru slipped in and out of so that if anyone was looking he would not be seen. After years of living in this hellhole that the world they knew had come to be, Takeru was good at not being seen unless he wanted to be. For a fleeting moment he recalled the way the world had been before all of this happened but it was so long ago now that the memory quickly disappeared. Takeru was greatful for it’s disappearance anyways because all memories like that served to do was make him more bitter nowadays.
Finally Takeru came to a stop in front of an old warehouse, pausing in the shadows next to a side door. He inclined his head slightly, a silent greeting to the other person waiting across from him in the shadows. They were completely hidden in the shadows, or they would have been if the glowing end of a cigarette wasn’t as painfully obvious as it was. “This the place then?”
“Yeah, this is the place. You ready?” the other person responded. The glowing ember that was the cigarette tumbled through the air and was crushed under the other person’s foot. They had been informed that this warehouse was going to be the meeting point for a few of MaloMyotismon’s henchmen that were slave traders. The warehouse would be filled with a small but significant number of digimon and at least twenty human children who they were selling as slaves. It was disgusting, which is exactly why they were here to stop it.
Takeru just smirked a bit, “You know me, Yusuke. I’m always ready.”
With coordination that must have taken months if not years to develop, the two young men slipped into the warehouse silently. All was quiet for a few minutes, the kind of silence that made you tense and aware, as if waiting for the knife to drop. And then it did.
Screams filled the air, both human and more monstrous, and the sounds of a fight were only barely muffled by the warehouse’s door.
Eventually the sounds died down and the side door opened again. A small rabble of children were quickly herded out, most dirty and hungry looking, some as young as six or seven. “Go on. Get the hell out of here already,” came Takeru’s voice from behind them. He leaned against the doorway, watching the group of children, an imposing enough sight if he had not just been one of the ones to save them. The children continued to cower for a moment until Takeru lost his patience, “I said go! Run, hide, and don’t be stupid enough to get caught again!” This time the children took off at a run and had soon been dispersed.
“Harsh man,” came a voice from behind him, Yusuke. Takeru just shrugged. They had saved those kids and that was all they could do for them. Most were too young to be of any use to the resistance group and it wasn’t like they could provide for all those kids. No, they had to learn how to make it themselves. If you wanted to survive anyways.
A hand clapped down on his shoulder, starling Takeru out of his thoughts. “Hey man, wanna go get a drink?” his partner asked. Takeru should his head though. His clothes, while they didn’t look dirty at all thanks to their dark colors, felt damp and he hated that feeling. He needed to go and change.
“Next time man,” he murmured, pulling away from the other and walking away down the alley, not even glancing back. He looked up and saw the dim light of twilight in the sky, the start of a new day. Not that a new day would be special at all. It would be just like the one before it and just like the one that came after it. Just another day in this cycle that would only end when death finally came.
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