Abilities (Digimon/Non)

[Viesta]

decided i'm removing my characters from here. if you could edit your posts so you don't say any of their names, that'd be great.

[DarkChibimon]

Name: Dark Leonheart
Age: 18
Species: DarkVeemon
Abilities or Shifted Form: Can digivolve into DarkFlamedramon or DarkRaidramon but there are very weaker than normal
Summary of Origin: Digital World, got sent into one of the portals into the real world, got capture soon after
Description *pictures?*:
Dom or Sub?: Sub
Dark is a humanoid Dragon, his cock is 4.5 inches long, 1.5 inches thick when soft and 9 inches long and 3 inches thick when is rock hard. He weakness is anything that can shock him or if something rubs agnest his crouch.

[Viesta]

OOC: I'm hoping to start this before the new year. Maybe a maximum of 16 characters or so.
*edit* ok, not by the new year, but when either 3 weeks from now, or when we get 16 characters in.*

[DragonMasterX]

Name: Redd 'Rex' Philips. (Firecracker)
Age: 16
Species: Anthro Pyrokinetic Iguana.
Abilities or Shifted Form: Pyrokinesis (And all of its derivative uses)
Summary of Origin: Once a reproved problematic human sophomore that during a school trip was involved in an accident that turned him into a supernatural creature able to control fire in all of its forms.
Description: A six foot five prominently red iguana with yellow chest and belly. Rex has the same build as a standard teenage boy but is somewhat physically stronger than a human adult. He's got brown eyes and short dark hair. Wears a beanie and baggy pants (Uses these in order to conceal his lizard parts). He's resented against humans and a complete jerk thanks to his age and inexperience. Rex is easy to anger thanks to his hot-headedness, but cold temperatures will weaken him instantly and if he's in a cold temp room for a long while he'll eventually begin hibernating involuntarily.
Dom or Sub: Unclear as of yet. He's a virgin.
Cock Size: 7'' unerected, 10'' erected.
Weakness: Cold. (He's impervious to water attacks though)

[Frisk E. Coyote]

I haven't roleplayed properly in what feels like months, so I'll give this a go!

Character 1

Name: "Lycan - Type Z"

Age: 17

Species: Alpha Lunari Lycan

Abilities or Shifted Form:

Original Form - Immense strength, speed, regenerative capability and immortality. Can also shapeshift his body with various limbs, like tails, tough scales, bigger claws, wings, horns, etc.

Lesser Form - Stronger and faster than a human in peak physical condition. Enhanced healing, but decreased stamina after healing. Partial shapeshifting (only one part of his body at a time).

Summary of Origin: His species is royalty among shapeshifters, most notably werewolves, for their genetic abilities. Known simply as "The Smallest" to his kind for being the smallest of five siblings (their kind don't use names) and "The Prince of the Valley" to other creatures, he was searching for a mate so he could become a suitable 'heir' and succeed his father when he strayed too close to a human settlement and was sighted. A few weeks later, outsiders came and hunted him down, capturing him and taking him away from the mountainous woods where he came from and placed somewhere in captivity.

They put a silver collar on him that periodically injected a silver-based chemical that drastically minimized his power, making him lose his fearsome original form and giving him a much more human shaped "false" or lesser form. Under their watch, they lumped him in with the many other shapeshifters and werecreatures as the only Type Z Werewolf.

Feeling helpless under their watch, the former "prince" cooperated fully and is currently trying to learn the human language so he can become fluent.

Description *pictures?*: Stands at about 6'0.
His body is athletic and solid. Muscle definition is hidden under thick fur. Cock size is 6 inches flaccid and 14 inches erect by default, but the size and shape can be changed if he wants it to.

Dom or Sub?: Depends on how dominant his partner is.

Weaknesses: Silver and Fire. He is also very naive.

Character 2

Name: Viz

Age: 20

Species: Digimon (ExVeemon/Flamedramon)

Abilities or Shifted Form: Corruption in data allowed him to "Cross Digivolve" between ExVeemon and Flamedramon. Further changes include the ability to change the size and density of his whole/partial body as ExVeemon, and super speed as well as the ability to sprout blades similar to the one on his mask as Flamedramon, coupled with their corrupted versions of their Digimon abilities.

Summary of Origin: As a Veemon, his Tamer was abusive and impatient with his growth, and eventually tried to "delete" him with his digivice. The abnormal form of deletion erased his data and as his Tamer's digimon (including the digi egg of courage associated with him) but failed to completely delete Veemon himself, who was in his Champion form at the time.

Broken and lost, his data tried to reform itself with the help of fragments of the digi-egg's data, and his body did everything to survive, but overcompensated and reformed with several corruptions in his data and programming, taking the form as a farely human-sized ExVeemon.

Taking the name "Viz", he lived and worked by himself as a computer programmer and also whored himself out via webcam broadcasts to people who subscribed to his website part-time. Was captured during the sweep and injected with a chip that severely cut down his powers and also induced agony on him if he did not cooperate. He couldn't care less.

Description *pictures?*:

Spoiler

As an ExVeemon, he is naturally muscular, he regularly goes to the gym to burn his excess energy. Stands at 6'10, cock is 8 inches flaccid and 17 inches erect. He has yet to meet someone who is conditioned enough to take it without injury. He normally wears human clothes to stay modest.

As Flamedramon, his armor does not materialize, so he also wears human clothes. He has a lither figure than ExVeemon, but is still rather muscular, with wonderful muscle definition (six pack). He stands at 5'10, and his cock size is 5 inches flaccid and 12 inches erect. Unlike ExVeemon, who's cock is blue, Flamedramon's is white.

Dom or Sub?: Can go either way.

Weaknesses: He is mostly organic, but EMP harms and weakens him. He can't stand the smell of onions.

Character 3

Name: Der Jagdhund/The Hound or simply "Jag" to his friends.

Age: ??

Species: Doberman Genetic Experiment

Abilities or Shifted Form: ESP and other Psychic Abilities

Summary of Origin: An escaped, Nazi, genetic experiment from the second world war. Created by the Germans for military purposes, Jag is an escaped, successful prototype who has been living with humans under an illusion that he was also human. He was discovered and captured after the sweep, his powers subdued by a special collar that disrupted his brainwaves. He is somewhat masochistic.

Description *pictures?*: Stands at 6'2. Cock size is 4 inches flaccid and 9 inches erect. His eyes are very sensitive to light, so he requires the use of special goggles to see properly. He has perfect nightvision without them.

Dom or Sub?: Depends on his mood.

Weaknesses: Very bright lights, powerful odors, very loud/high pitched sounds and chocolate.

Character 4

Name: Terry Collins

Age: 15

Species: Fox

Abilities or Shifted Form: He can make his body stretchy and is extremely flexible.

Summary of Origin: Terry was a regular teenager who loved to party until one rave that lasted an entire night, where he was drugged and taken somewhere. He woke up as a fox in a dumpster somewhere else. His parents were initially shocked, but got used to it. He was taken away during the sweep, despite his plead of humanity.

Description *pictures?*: 5'0 height, slender, feminine figure. Cock is 3 inches flaccid, 6 inches erect.

Dom or Sub?: Sub

Weaknesses: Extreme cold or heat makes him lose his elasticity. He also loves sweets. He's also easily turned on.

There's four characters from me! X3

[Viesta]

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[DragonMasterX]

Rex rolled around on his bunker. The toned iguana hadn't had the time of his life in this prison of sorts, but at least in spite of the horrible food they served, which he would always classify as some ugly mix between newspapers and water, he spent most of his time at the gym to burn his excess energy away.

Flexing his right arm from inside his cell's bunker, the scaly looked at how well his bicep had developed in the past few weeks that he had been thrown inside. Maybe he wasn't huge, but the work-out with the prison's equipment was starting to show.

He snorted and sat up, reaching for the beanie that he had carried inside with him and was about to put it over his shirt before he noticed a trio of shifters walking somewhere else. Rex quickly put the beanie on and rubbed his body a bit, groaning at the ambient temp of the halls. It was so cold, he hated cold.

Putting his hood on and slipping his paws into his pockets, Rex began walking after Sora and the others in a discreet, inconspicuous manner, just as he had learned to during his time as a small-time criminal back in the city, reason why he had been caught so easily.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Viz chewed on the erasertip of a pencil, making it move up and down as he multi-tasked writing terrible poetry and programming a special disabling algorithm on his miniature laptop, the former being a cover-up juuust in case someone asked what he was doing. The blue reptile was in his Flamedramon form for this task. He only had three fingers, but they were smaller, faster, and much more dexterous than his other form's.

"Blammo." The Flamedramon sighed as he shut the lid of his notebook and stretched out, his well toned, blue and alabaster muscles rippling. He was done for now, he'll have to show the others what he had managed later at the meeting. The humans could take away his power, but they couldn't take away his nature as a digital being. Things like programming and understanding software and even building a device from scratch was second nature to him.

Viz managed to bring enough clothes for his his bigger form, but not enough for his current one, so while his clothes were being washed, all the digimon wore were a pair of form-fitting bicycle shorts that hugged his lithe hips and the base of his thick tail, which, when lifted, would reveal his firm, tight ass. He wasn't much for raising his tail anyway, but he couldn't do anything to hide the bulge his flaccid member made on the front. Viz got up and made his way to the meeting place, not at all bothered by the cold, as a fire element, he had an internal furnace of sorts that gave him a rather high body temperature.

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Terry had gone ahead to the gazebo earlier, if only because he heard it was warmer there. He was still getting used to his new furry body, and he was thankful for the fur at this point because it kept him relatively warm. Still, dressed in his loose, long-sleeved shirt and his mini shorts, it was chilly. He didn't even know why he was here. It was like prison! He didn't deserve to go to prison, did he? Sure, he liked to party, and sure, he liked to drink even though he was underage, but he never wronged anyone before. He didn't fit in here, and he was constantly bullied by the bigger, scarier people (people?)- inmates. He just wanted to go home to his parents.

The fox looked over at an intimidating Doberman Pinscher who's eyes were obscured by opaque goggles. The doberman had a nice body, he admitted, very masculine, he must have frequented the pitiful gym they had in the dome, and he didn't bother hiding it with his open shirt and jeans. The doberman was talking to a large wolf-like creature with a gigantic metal collar. It looked much more uncomfortable than the bracelet Terry had on.

"Heh-Low. My. Name. Is...?" The doberman enunciated, gesturing for the werewolf to continue.

"Hrr-hello...? Me... nem... ish... Z?" The werewolf tried to repeat in his deep, gravelly, growly voice, but had difficulty doing so with the shape of his clumsy muzzle and his large tongue. Despite being much bigger than the Doberman, the werewolf bowed his head apologetically. "Shorry Jag... ish hawd to talk."

"No, no, you're doing very well, Z." The doberman reached up and patted the werewolf's shoulder. "You said it perfectly in your head, I heard it. You just need to get used to controlling that big tongue of yours." The doberman laughed kindly. Jag had been teaching the Werewolf to read, write, count and speak English for the last few weeks. He's a fast learner, just not quite there yet. It gave him something to do, and frankly, it felt nice when Z was able to correctly name all the pictures in the flashcards Jag had brought with him, if not mispronounce their names a little. The Doberman wanted to get the wolf out of here. He felt an obligation to for some reason, like Z couldn't help himself. This meeting would hopefully give them the means to get out of here.

[Viesta]

remember to edit my characters out please :3

[DragonMasterX]

Rex continued with his sneaking act right until he had reached the gazebo. He looked up from the hoodie with a mellow. He groaned, how long did he have to play trusting these people? His subtlety ended when he pushed the door to the meeting spot open without even knocking and he made his way inside, trying to ignore those that were inside and chose a separate corner in which to lean on.

He wanted to play it cool just like any foolish teenager, but his self-seclusive demeanor whilst he was such a lithe male could be considered sort of cute.