[Digidestined]
Name:
Chizuru "Chi" or "Chi-Chi" Suzuki.
Age:
Seventeen.
Nationality:
Japanese.
Gender:
Female.
Personality:
Chizuru is the quiet type. She generally tries to stay out of the limelight and has an affinity towards the darker side of life. She enjoys horror, torture, darkness, and similar topics. Usually drawn to these dark-natured subjects she tends to be the over-emotional and poetic type. Even when speaking she has a touch of pessimism and poetism to her words - no matter the subject of conversation. However, even in the depth of her cold exterior she has a soft spot for "cute" things. Not only that, but she does have feelings for others and their well-being. Chizuru may not show it, but she does care - no matter what she - or others - may say.
Appearance:
Chizuru is the epitome of Japanese - appearance-wise. She stands at an abrupt 5'3'' with a weight of only 105 lbs. Her skin is a natural, bronzed yellow-white and compliments her features beautifully. Chizuru's features are petite and delicate like a paper flower. Her eyes are slightly angled upwards, as with almost all Japanese woman where she lives, and verge on the larger side. Her eyes are a light hazelnut-color with light specks of brown. Although she follows Japanese in heritage, Chizuru's nose is generally smaller and pixie-like unlike most of the people in her vicinity. Finishing her visage she has slightly high cheek-bones and full, light-pink lips. Her lips aren't thick however - instead, they verge on the line of thin width-wise - length-wise they're slightly thicker. They look puckered more than anything - similar to how a diva will pose their lips for a photo.
Chizuru has petite ears that hide underneath her silk-like hair. Following onto the topic of her hair, it beautifully skims her face and shoulders in an elegant format. Her hair is painted black and billows lightly on her face in a choppy manner. She's not one for perfection nor does she prefer to talk to others so she usually cuts her own hair - thus the messiness although it looks professionally done in some angles. Chizuru has bangs on the right side of her face that lay just above her thin eyebrows.
Clothing/build-wise, she leaves much to the imagination. Chizuru's build is typical to that of an Asian-woman in which she has a petite frame. She has a slender body that is hidden underneath loose-fitting clothes. She wears a tight, maroon tank-top under a violet-colored hoodie. Chizuru's hoodie is one size too big and is empty of patterns. Following her upper-body choices her lower does almost the same in color-palette. Her bottoms are tight-fitting bell-bottoms that verge on blood-red to maroon. A silver-chain wraps around the first and third belt-loops on her right side for no apparent reason whatsoever. Finally, to finish off her clothing choice she wears black converse shoes.
DigiAura:
Light.
Digivice Color:
Chizuru's digivice is painted a shadowy-purple color with a splash of goldenrod outlining the main features of her digivice.
History:
Chizuru was born in Tokyo, Japan in 1988 - and it wasn't easy. Being born a woman, Chizuru was mostly ignored and shoved to the side to tend for the men in her family which included her father, two elder brothers, and younger brother. She was the only young woman in a household full of demanding men. It was a frivolous task that she was handed and she despised every minute of it passionately.
During 1995 events occurred that decimated most of Chizuru's hometown and they were forced to evacuate. All Chizuru could remember was being dragged out of their apartment by her father and seeing fire in the distance. For the life of her, Chizuru couldn't recall those events until one fateful day browsing the internet in 1999.
As Chizuru grew older rounding off around her eleventh birthday in 1999, her family was finally fortunate enough to buy themselves a computer, and, although Chizuru was looked down upon she was allowed one treat a month - and that treat was being able to explore the wonders of the family computer. One afternoon while the men were out training in the ways of the samurai - an honorable profession carried on by the men in her family - Chizuru snuck onto the computer. She heard rumors from the city-folk that something big happened around the time she was seven years of age - although she couldn't remember for the life of her. As she browsed the internet something caught her eye and it was a scene of a giant reptile fighting off a giant parrot. Although the quality was shoddy, Chizuru couldn't believe her eyes. At that moment something triggered - she remembered the event as if it were yesterday. Being overly excited she almost fell from her sitting position when she heard the steps from her family returning. She quickly shut off the computer and returned to her work although the events of what happened still lingered in her mind.
As August 1st came to a realization in 1999, Chizuru was once again left alone at her humble apartment to care for everything as the family left for a sparring tournament - this time, with her mother. Alone at last she tumbled to the computer and tried to return to those articles. However, it seemed the government found the pages and had them removed. Upset, Chizuru scrolled for countless hours trying to find out more about the incident - sadly, her efforts were in vain, or, so she thought. When it was nearing time for her family's arrival she began the shutting down procedure - not in much of a hurry. Suddenly static began to stir on the monitor and poor Chizuru was taken back, falling over. The screen began to form inaudible words and a face - and all Chizuru could do was cry. Finally, almost as soon as it started the static stopped and out popped a strange, giant calico egg. The computer shut itself down and Chizuru was left to stare at a mysterious egg that came from the depths of the internet.
As days passed, Chizuru kept her digital egg hidden beneath her bed in a wooden box. She kept the egg warm by placing cloth and tissue around the baby - unsure on what she needed to do to keep it happy. However, those days were all it took for the egg to hatch. It was August 3rd and strange events were occurring outside Chizuru's home. Creatures began appearing and disappearing with static that followed each departure. Billboards and televisions were put into a limbo state and the only obvious reason were the creatures. The men of her house decided it was time to fight back the creatures and left with their swords to take them on with the rest of the city-folk while Chizuru and her mother stayed behind. Upon hearing about the news, her mother was glued to the television and phone calling up everyone she knew. Instead, Chizuru the time to travel upstairs to glance at her egg.
That egg though was no longer there - instead, a small, white blob remained in a cocoon of broken eggshells.
Chizuru smiled ear-to-ear. She had never owned a pet and thought this was exactly that - a pet. She took the blob from underneath her bed and began to take care of it like any other child would care for their hamster. Except, this creature didn't stop eating and not only that it blew bubbles that stung when touched. Confused, Chizuru kept the creature in the box and hidden from her mother but didn't stop feeding her.
After hours upon hours of waiting for the men to return Chizuru's mother decided it was her duty to find them. She alerted Chizuru to stay home with the doors locked and left the girl all alone. Chizuru didn't know what to do so she ran upstairs to take her new friend out of her box to let it stretch it's... blobness. When she looked in the box the creature was gone. Panic struck the little girl until she heard some crinkling sounds coming from downstairs. When she reached the ground floor she was shocked to learn there was a strange cat raiding their supplies. However, something stopped her from chasing the cat out of their supplies. A single eggshell remained atop her head. Gasping, Chizuru assumed her blob transformed into a cat! Before she could do anything though something pounded at her front door. Confused and naive, Chizuru tumbled to the door, "Konnichiwa?"
Creatures flooded into her home taking the shape of giant, heckling ghosts with large claws. Chizuru screamed for her life and tried to escape crying for her family as she headed towards the stairs leading to her room. It was too late. Chizuru was grabbed be her bony ankle and slammed into the wall beside the staircase. Consciousness was fading and all she could see was a flashing light by her strange cat - and that was all she recalled from that scene.
When she awoke she was lying in her bed. A bandage was wrapped around her forehead and dried blood painted parts of her clothing, bed, and floor from the door. Chizuru felt dizzy but determined to find out the meaning of everything. As she stumbled out of bed she noticed it was nighttime and all was quiet. Almost tumbling down the stairs she found blood on each step and on the wall beside the staircase when she reached the bottom. Scenes from earlier flooded into her memory and a single tear fell down her puffed cheeks. A flashing body remained on the ground - it was the ghost from earlier. She watched it breathe it's last breath before dispersing into data. The data flowed up and into a nearby figure shrouded in the shadows of her home. She watched the gleam of a smile pour out from the depth of the shadows, "Ahh, delicious, delicious data." The voice purred in ecstasy.
Chizuru recognized the English dialect, "Pw-pw-pweaze... do no h-h-harm..." Chizuru sobbed, falling to her knees.
The creature in the darkness began to emit a light and it's size doubled over leaving a smaller figure. It trotted out of the shadows taking a few steps towards the frightened Chizuru, "Do not worry, you're with me." The small creature spoke. It resembled a small puppy with a gold necklace, "I'm your partner, Salamon! As long as you're with me, you'll be fine, Chi." She continued, laying a single paw on her tamer.
Chizuru was baffled and taken back that a dog could speak, "Y-you d-d..." Chizuru coughed in-between sobs, "... dohgee doh..." Chizuru sniffed, rubbing the tears from her eyes, "Whuai y-y-you tawlk?" She questioned obviously horrible in the English dialect her partner preferred.
A light smile played on the Salamon's faint lips, "Why, dear, I have much to explain. For now, take this." The small creature smiled, toying with Chizuru's question as she trotted to the area where Chizuru last saw her strange cat. The eggshell from before remained from earlier however, when Salamon placed her paw on the shell a light began to beam and suddenly it formed into a strange device. Salamon scooped it up with her mouth and trotted back over to Chizuru, plopping it on her lap, "This is our bond." She continued with a devilish grin, "We don't have much time though - we must be off..."
Chizuru and Salamon left the apartment never to return. With Salamon's help, Chizuru reached a shore being protected by American officials, and by Salamon faking as a dog, the two were taken abroad as refugees. Chizuru never learned about the whereabouts to her family and was sent overseas to take place in a foster system. However, when she learned the foster group were going to put Salamon into a pound the two rebelled as soon as they reached shore and escaped into America where Salamon has since taken care of Chizuru.
Other:
Her nicknames come from her partner, Salamon. No matter how much Chizuru acts like she doesn't enjoy the pet-names she secretly enjoys the attention.
[Digimon Partner]
Digimon:
Salamon - although she prefers her Mikemon form.
Gender:
Female.
Personality:
Salamon is meticulous with everything she both does and says. Being quite the sadist Chizuru gets along very well with her twisted partner. Not only that but Salamon is quite the sly and coy creature. She tends to coax her way into relationships with others for her own well-being - not particularly caring on the outcome nor the person or Digimon respectively. There are times however, where she does care deeply about Chizuru - although she'd never admit to these strange feelings.
[Digivolution Line]
Fresh/Baby I:
YukimiBotamon.
In-Training/Baby II:
Nyaromon.
Rookie/Child:
Salamon.
Champion/Adult:
Mikemon.
Ultimate/Perfect:
Persiamon.
Mega/Final:
Lilithmon.
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