TheDigitalWar: Alice Chevalier

WARNING: Holy crow a ridiculous amount of information here, but since a lot of thought and work and love went into this and it’s for an RP I wanted to have as much detail as possible.

This is my character for an awesome new RP group #TheDigitalWar. The Digimon I created is based off of the Plague Doctors.

Name: Alice Chevalier (Ally for short)
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Digivice:
Digital Shard: Courage
Height: 5’ 7”
Nationality: French, Parisian

Personality: Alice is seen by most to be a happy go-getter, and somewhat wild young woman. After her bout with depression (explained below) she resolved to never be that way again. She tends to be loud, and bonds with others easily; though due to the trust issues her parents created it takes people a while to really get to know her. She loves physical activity and is usually found in the gym at the Sol, running through Tokyo, in her room sketching or playing videogames (and winning), or is in the Lune’s Med lab helping (or bugging) Ishamon, her partner. Alice is more than a little reckless when it comes to herself, willingly throwing herself in danger to protect others, or reach new heights in Parkour, something which gives Ishamon endless grief. She thinks that because of the great physical danger she puts herself in by practicing parkour she is better equipped to handle the various dangers the Digital World possesses. As a result of she gets injured a lot, but that doesn’t stop her. Alice prefers to solve things with action, and doesn’t handle emotional situations so well. This sometimes results in tears, be they tears or happiness, sadness, anger or rage. She doesn’t let anything stop her, and refuses to be afraid of something. This often gets her into crazy situations. If she asks “Wanna try something fun?” it probably means she’s going to try and get you to climb and/ or jump off something. She’s actively trying to start a parkour group among the Partners and their Digimon, though so far no one is willing (or crazy enough) to take her up on her offer. In the meantime she practices parkour and free running around Tokyo with local groups.

History: Alice was born and raised in Paris, France. She had a relatively normal childhood and upbringing in the city of love, at least, until she was 14. That was the year her parents divorced. Caught in the turmoil of what was going on and seeing her home shattered she began to fall apart herself. She became more and more introverted and sad. Her friends and teachers worried for her. Slowly, her friends fell away as well, not wanting to be around such a downer. Alice felt like a husk of her former self. She felt hollow inside and the divorce case only got worse. One day her counselor told her to find something to focus on, something she could really lose herself in and devote herself entirely to. This would be a way for her to get her mind off the divorce and what was happening. Alice took her counselors words to mind, but for months, could find nothing that would really capture her interests.
Then it happened. After school one day she was walking through Pigalle (a district in Paris) when suddenly she heard pounding feet coming up behind her. She spun in time to see several blurs run by. She saw they were boys around her age and older, and gasped as they flawlessly leapt over tables and park benches, swung around light poles, and climbed on top of a Metro exit, only to flip off. Something in her mind, her soul, flared to life at this display of acrobatics, finesse, and wild abandon. This freedom caught her eye.
Alice yelled for them to stop and took off after them. The boys halted their run at the unexpected shout. She asked them what they were doing. “Parkour, ” was the simple reply. Alice asked if they could teach her, and the eldest boy told her they’d be happy to, but she’d have to prove she would be willing to take the dangerous physical risks involved and be dedicated to learning the ways of Parkour. The boy gave her his cell phone number, telling her to call if and when she thought she could prove she was ready. As they departed Alice’s eyed glittered with a new light, and with a near-giddy expression she dashed home to do some serious online research.
The more Alice found about Parkour, and its sister school Free Running, the more she wanted to try it. She became obsessed, ferociously devouring any and all information about it. In her back yard she tried the basic rolls and jumps, but she craved more. She wanted a challenge to prove she was ready to join the boys, the traceurs. She wanted to be a traceuse.
Her first attempt to climb the Eiffel Tower ended up with her getting taken in by the police.
After she had explained what she was doing, and the police wrote it off as crazy teenage antics, she called the boy. He not only couldn’t believe what she was telling him, he said, “Well, if you’re crazy enough to try a stunt like that, then you’re welcome to run with us.”
After that Alice spent most of her free time with her new friends, learning what it was to run free. Her drive and devotion to Parkour meant she got good---fast. Two years passed and she rapidly surpassed all the others, running faster, jumping farther, and climbing higher. She had never felt so good, so alive, in all her life. She didn’t think about the divorce anymore. She didn’t care about her parents’ bullshit, so long as it didn’t take away her freedom to run, to fly.
Unfortunately, with this talent in free running and parkour came an ego. Alice got overconfident in her abilities, despite the warnings of her friends. She decided to take a night run along the Parisian skyline, by herself. Alice didn’t count on a thunderstorm. She was halfway through the route she had laid out for herself when it hit; massive drops rained from the sky and lightning cracked overhead. Alice felt free, reveling in the force of nature around her. She continued sprinting across rooftops and leaping from building to building. Alice dashed to the edge of the building she was on, readying her legs to make another jump. Suddenly, a flash of lighting lit up the sky, and she realized that the next building looked farther away than she expected. “I can still make it, no problem.”
Alice gathered all the force in her legs and leapt. She sailed through space watching the building get closer and closer and thinking that maybe, maybe, she should have altered her route. Her foot touched down on the edge of the rooftop, inches from the abyss. Alice threw her weight forward, hoping that momentum would propel her onto the building and away from the abyss. She didn’t notice the slippery puddle she had landed in, she didn’t notice the edge of the building was metal.
Her foot slid out from under her and her forward momentum sent her crashing down. Alice tried to throw her hands out to stop her fall as her hips and legs fell over the edge, but the rooftop was so soaked in rain she couldn’t get a grip. A strangled cry of shock and anger ripped from her throat as she plummeted down.
Alice fell a good thirty feet. What would have been just a nasty fall became a nightmare when her right leg cracked into a huge metal dumpster at the base of the building. A sickening crack resounded as she thudded off the dumpster to the ground. Pain exploded through her nervous system. Through it she could blearily make out that she was in an alleyway. In the dim light of the city she could make out the mangled mess of her right leg. Her fibula and tibia had both snapped when she hit the dumpster and the ragged edges of pearly bones poked out through torn clothes and bleeding skin. She wanted to throw up, pass out, and cry all at once. She was alone, in an alleyway, broken and bleeding, and she had gotten herself into this. She couldn’t move and through the pain she couldn’t cry for help. The best she could manage was a weeping gasp of pain and anguish.
Alice stayed like that for some time, laying in the mud and rain, praying for help to arrive. Just when she could feel herself blacking out from pain and exposure, she felt something warm and----feathery? Wrap itself around her torso, and a voice telling her it would be alright.
When Alice awoke she found she was in her bed, at her father’s house (he had taken custody), her leg on a splint and bandaged, and a strange figure sitting on the edge of her bed. It looked both bird-like and mammalian. It had bandages around its hands? And a beak-like mask that reminded Alice of the Doctors in the time of the Black Plague.
“Are you the one who saved me?
“I am.” It answered in a somewhat gravelly voice.
“ What are you? Some kind of monster?”
“In a word, yes. You may call me Plaguemon, and I am yours.”
From that day onward Plaguemon, or his In-Training form Ishamon, and Alice were inseparable. Her leg healed beautifully thanks to her Digimon, and she bears that particular scar with great pride. Several years later Alice and her Digimon Partner would make their way to Japan, to join the Sol.

Likes: Parkour, Free Running, Exercise in general, Sleep, Videogames, Art, Cities, Buildings, Electronics, Neon Signs, Bright colors, History, Mangoes, Fruity Drinks, Coffee, Diavolo Soda, Fancy cheeses and wine, Her Vibram Fivefinger Toeshoes, Ishamon

Dislikes: Whiners, Giving up without a fight, Failing at something, Being bedridden, Alarm clocks, Mushrooms, Onions, and Tomatoes, Really spicy foods.
Job: Alice works part-time at a local gym, teaching climbing classes and being a general member of the staff.

Relationship with Partner: For Ishamon and Alice it was love at first sight when it came to one another. Alice finally found someone she could trust and love implicitly, and Ishamon and found his partner. This doesn’t mean, however, that their relationship is all peaches and rainbows. These two will happily bicker with one another and Ishamon constantly scolds Alice for getting hurt or putting herself in danger, because, “he has to be the one to clean up her mess.” (Which is true). Their relationship is constantly in flux, from best friends to an old bickering married couple to a mentor and student and even a caring older brother and younger sister. Sarcastic remarks and verbal barbs fly between the two, they say it keeps things interesting. They’re completely devoted to one another and to their bond, and will happily do anything for one another. Even then, Alice and Ishamon each have a strong sense of independence. They are two halves of one whole, but the two halves can still get along just fine on their own. Oftentimes Alice will go chill in the Sol’s athletic facilities, and Ishamon will go help in the Lune’s medical facility. There are times however, when Alice will come help her Digimon in his medical work. He’s happy to have her and teach her skills in aiding Digimon and people, and she is improving all the time.

Digimon Partner: (I’m going to take some liberties here when explain Ishamon’s Digivolutions. In the RP, he will only have his In-Training and Rookie forms for the time being)
Ishamon and his alternate forms were originally Virus type Digimon created from an online database about the Bubonic Plague. He wasn’t a good and hurt a lot of innocent Digimon. At some point he became reconfigured as a Vaccine type Digimon, and began both his quest for atonement and his Human Partner, Alice. He found her, but to this day he is still doing all he can to make up for the ill deeds of his past.
He is very intelligent and often eloquent. He has excellent medical knowledge of Digimon and as a result of Alice’s myriad injuries a great understanding of human biology as well. He has excellent bedside manner and generally tries to be as caring as possible. He does, however, let the sardonic remark slip every so often.
Because of his Virus-based past he his strong physically, and is quite capable of holding his own in a fight. He prefers to operate as a medic though, to better separate himself from his past. If Alice is threatened though expect him to wreak havoc. In all forms his attacks are largely aether- based

To see all his forms go here: [link]

In- Training: Ishamon “The Doctor Digimon”
Ishamon is physically mature than most other In-Training Digimon. This is a result of his deep need to aid others. If he were just a ball of fluff he wouldn’t be able to help others in the medical bay. The mask and red arm bands are symbols of his expertise.
Attacks: Black Gust

Rookie: Plaguemon “The Plague Bird Digimon”
Plaguemon is the evolved form of Ishamon. Because of his odd appearance he prefers to wear his mask constantly, only removing it around Alice.
Attacks: Shadow Claw, Aether bomb

Champion: Epidemimon “The Epidemic Hellhound Digimon”
This form is more similar to Ishamon’s former Virus self. It is wild and brutal, and for this Ishamon greatly dislikes this form, only digivolving into it in times of great crisis. Despite its propensity for destruction, Epidemimon is immensely loyal to Alice, and heeds her commands, though he won’t go out of his way to protect her. This hellhound attacks viciously with his claws and serrated mask. (He has 4 eyes too)
Attacks: Tooth of the Dead, Hell’s Gaze

Ultimate: Nostradamusmon “The Prophetic Doctor Digimon” (Fun fact, Nostradamus was a plague doctor in France)
Nostradamusmon is the complete opposite of Epidemimon. He is kind and compassionate, happily healing his allies on the battlefield. If these allies are in danger however, he uses his scalpel and tome of medicine as weapons. His bag is full of medical supplies. He prefers to keep his wings in a lowered position, though they can be used for flight. He serves as a protector and guardian of Alice.
Attacks: Sawbones Blade, Book of Prophecy, Aether Flurry

Mega: Pestilencemon “The White Apocalypse Digimon”
Pestilencemon is the Mega form of Ishamon. He is based off of one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Pestilence on his White (or Green) Horse. He has retained Nostradamusmon’s sensibility and desire to protect Alice, but has reawakened his destructive and violent tendencies. He can rain chaos down from the skies and revel in havoc. He will not, however, put his allies in danger. He can be a powerful protector or a weapon of destruction. The green markings on his skin are crystallized aether which has been branded into his flesh. He wields his claws with surgeon-like precision and also attacks with his miasmatic aura.
Attacks: Ragnarok, Ashes to Ashes, Miasmatic Vortex

.....Phew what a lot information. I can't wait to start RPing her and Plaguemon!