Le monde numérique. Toujours changer et s'adapter comme de nouvelles espèces de Digimon naissent et le monde lui-même change. Les Olympos XII travaillent à l'ombre des Chevaliers royaux et agissent habituellement sur leurs propres caprices. Leurs plus grands rivaux sont les Sept Grands Seigneurs Démon. Menés par Lucemon, ils ne veulent rien de plus que ce qu'il veut et s'efforcent d'atteindre le monde humain comme il le fait. Après la défaite des XII, les Sept se sont hissés au pouvoir et ont été en mesure de gouverner le monde numérique avec plus de puissance que les Chevaliers Royals ne pouvaient supporter, mais seulement quand ils restent ensemble. Maintenant les données du XII ont finalement reformaté en Digi-Eggs et chacun a fait le lien que pour obtenir leurs véritables formes à nouveau, ils avaient besoin d'avoir un partenaire humain. Le seul problème est le fait que les XII's Digi-Eggs sont détenus dans le château. Les Sept ne connaissent que les petits portails qui s'ouvrent dans leur monde à partir du monde humain, mais aucun n'a le pouvoir de les tenir ouverts assez longtemps pour les atteindre. Maintenant Lucemon regarde de son château obsidien à travers le monde numérique se demandant pourquoi ces portails sont ouverts alors que Daemon entre dans sa chambre en criant sur les Digi-Eggs soudainement téléporter loin. Lucemon tourne autour pour regarder à nouveau le monde et commence à faire une connexion.
« Les XII ont trouvé des partenaires humains... » dit-il d'une voix douce et puissante qui brille à l'horizon.
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James est ton enfant moyen. Heureux, aime les gens et certains disent même courageux. Aujourd'hui cependant, il l'envoyait dans une aventure qu'il n'oublierait jamais.
"L'homme autant que mes parents veulent que je sois avocat, je ne pense pas pouvoir supporter que je préfère être flic comme mon frère." il a dit à son ami Justyn quand ils ont commencé à quitter leur première classe d'époque. Il a alors réalisé qu'il avait oublié son portable à son bureau. "Oh hé, il faut que j'y aille très vite, mais je te rattraperai très vite." Il a dit de retourner en arrière et de courir vers la salle de classe. Quand il est arrivé à son bureau, il a remarqué un petit appareil de couleur rouge et blanc et un ordinateur portable. James regarda autour de lui et s'inclina. Il était au bon bureau. Il s'est approché et a ramassé l'appareil et, comme il l'a regardé, il a commencé à briller.
"Quoi dans le monde!" Il cria alors qu'il se sentait tiré dans l'ordinateur. Il cria et cria à l'aide comme une lumière blanche l'enveloppait et il s'évanouissait.
Name: Ryan Xavier
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Partner: Moonmon > Lunamon > Lekismon > Crescemon > Dianamon
Personality: Ryan is not a particularly cheerful person, nor a particularly friendly one. He’s absolutely terrible with people, and in fact most people who spend more than a few minutes around him end up hating him. He’s not the type who puts much stock in politeness or tact, instead preferring to be rude and obnoxious whenever possible. He’s also incredibly arrogant and makes no effort whatsoever to hide it or rein it in. His naturally rebellious spirit has caused him to develop a serious problem with authority, and his attitude towards any sort of authority figure can best be described as open hostility. He’s amazingly self-centered, and would never value someone else’s safety above his own.
Despite this, he’s a highly intelligent young man who would have a lot of potential for success, should he actually apply himself at anything. Spending much of his youth in the city getting mixed up with some shady crowds, he has a certain amount of street savvy. He’s not the type who’ll easily get the wool pulled over his eyes. In addition, he has a strong sense of independence, and knows how to take care of himself. He’s very cold and calculating, always thinking things through before doing or saying anything.
Ryan’s general outlook on life is very pessimistic. He’s learned never to get his hopes up about anything. He’s notoriously lazy, totally unmotivated to accomplish anything with his life. As far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t see himself living past thirty anyway, so why bother? He’s slow to warm up to others and doesn’t easily get attached to anybody.
Bio: Growing up, Ryan’s home life was less than ideal. For one, his family was not particularly well-off. His parents went from job to job in order to make ends meet and support their unhealthy drinking habits, and were virtually absent in Ryan’s life, never showing interest in him, never encouraging him to achieve anything, or even, most of the time, bothering to pay attention to him at all. The only times they paid him any mind were when they needed something from him or during the frequent fights he had with them.
He would regularly stay out until the late hours of the night and his parents would rarely even notice. This lack of supervision led to him getting mixed up with some less than ideal influences, and he soon turned into his school’s resident delinquent. Spending a lot of time on the streets, he learned to be tough and take care of himself, and the fistfights he would get into on a near-daily basis, be they with classmates, neighborhood kids, or his father, taught him how to handle himself in a fight.
Digivice Color: White