Vesper, Dran

POSITIVE TRAITS

NEGATIVE TRAITS

FREEFORM

Dran is the son of a family from America. His father is a data entry specialist, and his mother is a state wide reporter whose constantly working none stop. This left Dran a lonely child who had to get to know his nannies better than he knew his own parents. He didn't mind all that much since the maids and butlers seemed to care for him more than his own parents anyways.

Dran would continue to be lonely until his first day of school where he was socially released, however he'd never had a social interaction with anyone before. So typically Dran would say things that would either upset the other children, or rather make them no longer want to be around Dran. The worst of the children decided to pick on Dran causing him to draw back further in his shell.

This continued until the ripe age of thirteen. His bullies constantly picking on him caused Dran to take up martial arts as a way to defend himself, yet still he didn't want to use it trying to keep a open heart even to his past bullies.

-The Digital Mishap-

The day 'IT' happened Dran had just gotten home. Sweat and rain dripping from his brow as he dropped and proceeded to kick his school bag "Stupid, stupid, stpud" Dran would repeat his hands clenching up as he looked down towards a large paint stain covering his back pack which was the fourth one this week. Dran let out a soft sigh grabbing his arm as he proceeded up-stairs his posture slouched a bit as his eyes met only the floor as he walked into his room.

Dran made no attempts to fall on his bed, but instead switched on his computer "At least. I can be different here" he'd remind himself clicking on one of his many games on his desktop as a single error appeared on his screen. "What? Dad please tell me you paid the internet bill!" Dran complained as his hands pressed against his computer's screen border "Come on please. I've had a terrible day I just want to be free for a hou-" was all Dran was able to get out before the errors began to repeat over and over covering his screen almost entirely.

"What? I-I only clicked once" Dran said in fear as the screen began to bleed out it's color turning itself to a screen of red that seemed to pull Dran into it without much of a struggle.

-Enter the Digiverse-

Dran's mind went blank as he seemed to be floating in a endless stream of data as a bright light over came him as he opened his eyes to find.(Continuing in rp)