Rachel Holt
Eh bien, il semblait qu'elle n'était pas seule dans ce mauvais voyage de drogue. C'était cool. Aussi bizarre, mais des choses plus bizarres s'étaient passées dans la vie. Comme la popularité de l'i-pad et l'invention des chevilles-socks. Les chaussettes de genou étaient là où c'était, mamie. Ils étaient les meilleurs sur n'importe qui. Les chaussettes de cheville ensanglantées étaient un crime contre les dieux d'Internet, et devraient être brûlées dans les fosses ardentes de l'enfer. Pourtant, c'était un voyage de drogue plutôt agréable. Elle était allongée sur un tas de gens plutôt confortables, après tout. Les gens faisaient parfois les meilleurs oreillers. Des points de bonus s'ils portaient des chaussettes au genou. Elle n'a pas pu profiter de l'aisance de sa position pendant longtemps, cependant, jusqu'à ce que quelqu'un ait l'audace de les soulever et de la séparer de son lit confortable.
Ah bien, le sol était tout aussi confortable. Elle avait la moitié de l'esprit pour se boucler et dormir, mais les gens parlaient. Ce serait probablement une bonne idée d'écouter.
"Donc, euh, deux gars et deux. C'est ce que j'ai dit. C'est ce que j'ai dit. Les filles?" 
Hm. Eh bien, la dernière fois qu'elle a vérifié qu'elle était une fille. Ce qui était assez récent, je vous en prie. Il y en avait trois, y compris celui qui parlait?
"Je donne' supiku bon Engurish."
Aïe. Engressez-vous, en effet. Mais si elle pouvait la comprendre peu importe... pourquoi parlait-elle Engresh capable de faire sauter les morts de leur tombe et de vous gifler?
"J'ai peut-être du mal à vous parler, n'est-ce pas?"
Rachel bâillait, s'étirant d'où elle était couchée et roulant sur son dos. Ouf, elle n'avait pas vraiment envie de bouger en ce moment, mais elle n'avait probablement pas beaucoup de choix en la matière. Elle s'est poussée jusqu'à une position assise, traversant ses jambes avec un autre bâillement et frottant l'arrière de son cou. Elle regarda silencieusement le groupe de personnes rassemblé pendant quelques secondes silencieuses avant de donner son sourire endormi habituel et son regard à moitié couché vers Yumeko.
"Hmm... sonne bien." Rachel a répondu. Ce serait drôle qu'elle continue à parler d'une manière aussi digne de ce nom, ouais. Au moins, ça lui ferait chier. Mais les autres la gâcheraient sûrement. Elle ne semblait pas particulièrement ennuyée par le fait qu'elle manquait des deux pantalons.
Name:
Rachel Holt
Gender:
Female
Age:
17
Apperance:
Standing at about five foot seven, Rachel has long brown hair with chocolate colored eyes and a fairly pale complexion from days mostly spent indoors. Most often, she wears loose fitting clothes in the range of old faded t-shirts to some fairly surprisingly fashionable stuff - just whatever she feels like wearing at the time. Most of the time she wears loose fitting jeans or shorts if she has to go outside. Inside her own home, well...she doesn't like wearing pants and will often walk around in long stockings and boxers. Most of the time, she wears headphones - or at least has them somewhere near. Most of the time she wears a somewhat languid expression and a small smile.
Digivice Color
Dark Blue
Personality:
Friendly? While not overly so, she's definitely one that'll be friends with just about anyone as long as they aren't irredeemably evil. Rachel takes a pretty lackadaisical approach to life, and a lot of the time comes off as cool, level headed, and calm because of it since she tends to not react too much. She tends to not really worry about most things, and she doesn't like physical exertion or work and often lets things happen as they will. As such, she tends to come off as a bit on the unmotivated or impartial side. She has a fairly good head on her shoulders and spends a lot of her free time tinkering with electronics. She even built her own computer from spare parts and intends to make a career out of it at some point.
Though, at times her personality can either be a hit or miss with people, as she never really seems to emote well other than 'whatevs man'. Just won the lottery? "Yaaaay." House caught on fire? "Oh, that happened. Too bad."
The only thing she particularly seems to enjoy is small mischief. Most often in the form of internet trolling or griefing, along with generally speaking in a manner that sometimes makes people go 'Wtf are you even talking about?!' Also maybe stole a few computer parts now and then but details.
That said, if perhaps one were to 'press her buttons' so to speak, they might find a surprisingly irritable person, especially if something isn't going well for her or generally going in a way she wants as rare as such a thing might be. In all though, she just doesn't see the sense in gettin' your panties in a knot over something that happened. That's bad for health, yo, though one has to question if being as seemingly unmotivated and uninterested in things as she is, isn't bad either.
Likes jazz music, and is fairly skilled at riding horses.
Bio: 
Country of Origin? Good old USA. State? The middle of nowhere Wyoming. Yep, about as boring of a place as you can get. Her life has been pretty...normal up until now. Nothing remarkable at all, well, aside coming from a fairly well off family. Not rich by any means, but her dad was a fairly successful businessman, they were never hurting for money. So she's had a fairly average, if not very socially active life. Wyoming isn't exactly a happening state, after all and she grew up in a small town. Most of her days were spent either inside tinkering with a computer, or taking a nap outside and generally being lazy unless it was school. In which, she was the kid sitting in the back of class seemingly not paying attention and discreetly playing on a phone.
Digimon:
In-Training:

Botamon
Rookie:
Impmon
Champion:
Witchmon
Ultimate:
LadyDevimon
Mega:
BelleStarmon