- Dominique Rousseau was last seen:
- Jan 2, 2018
Dominique Rousseau's Quick FactsGender / Pronouns
Twenty TwoCurrent Location
Paris, France[Human World]; File City[Digital World]Origin
Louisiana, USAClass (Digivice)
Ignis Scientia, Final Fantasy XV
Morpheus's Quick FactsBase Form
WizardmonGender / Pronouns
Splatter's Quick FactsBase Form
DrawmonGender / Pronouns
Dominique Rousseau's Freeform[tw:Attempted self-harm/contemplated suicide]
You had always hated the rain.
When you were young it was only you, your older brother, and your father around. There was no mother to be found. She left you before your first birthday according to the stories. You never even knew her and your father worked double shifts so you rarely saw him, but it was okay. Your brother looked out for you. You adored your brother and wanted to be just like him. When he took an interest into art, you too took an interest in art. Even when he ultimately dropped the hobby, you stuck with it.
According to your father, it was raining the night that your mother left. Rain reminded you of loss.
You were eight years old when you met him. The only person that you could ever truly call your best friend as a child. Sebastien shared a lot of the same interests as you and that made you happy. He encouraged your childish art when the other kids either dismissed your hobbies or berated you for them. You were happy. The two of you grew close over the years. You were nearly thirteen years of age when you realized you were crushing on him.
You kissed him in front of your locker and things were awkward for about a week, but he agreed to meet at the school gates the next day to talk about it. He never showed up the next morning. Still you kept waiting by the school gates for a week. Hoping that just maybe he would show up out of the blue and embrace you and that nothing bad had happened. Your hopes were crushed. You were visiting his house out of concern when you learned from his parents that he had died in a hit and run accident.
It was raining the day of his funeral, and you hated that, but the rain was great for hiding your tears.
From that day forward, you threw yourself into your art more then you ever had before. You honed in and focused in on minor details that your younger self would have ignored. It was one of your ways of coping. While it was true that your art grew more detailed during your teenage years, it was pretty obvious that you were upset. Still, you tried to show people the opposite. You spoke optimistically and wore a bright smile, but it was just a facade.
Still, you tried to trick yourself into believing that there really was nothing wrong. You didn't want to worry anybody. If you could smile for others then one day you'd believe that you really were happy right? You had no time for silly things like "processing your grief". You never really gave yourself enough time to mourn his death. Somedays you were sure that you could see him standing over your shoulder. Watching you enjoying life and judging you for it.
Perhaps it was only natural that you broke on one dreary rainy day.
You were only eighteen when it happened. You were painting alone in your room as the rain created a dull tapping pattern against your window when you received a call on your cellphone. Your older brother had frantically called you from the local hospital because your father had been involved in a dangerous vehicular accident. You could hardly understand your brother at the time, but from what you were able to understand it appeared as if your dad's car had hydroplaned.
He died a few hours later even as doctors fought to stabilize him. It was like something within you broke that night. The you that tried to put on a smile and act like everything was fine shattered as you locked yourself up in your room. Everything wasn't fine and you were tired of pretending that you were fine. So you cried, curled up on your bed, all night as you tried not to look at the screen of your phone. You didn't want to talk no matter how many times your brother's ring tone rang out.
You were ashamed that you even contemplated it, but the next morning you rummaged through the medicine cabinet to find your brother's razor. You were tired of everything and just wanted it all to end. Still, you found that you weren't able to do it no matter how many times you held it over your wrist. No matter how much it felt like your best friend's ghost was punishing you for living. Perhaps you were just chicken, but you couldn't do it. You put the razor away.
Your brother found you crying into the bathroom carpets that morning after the rain had cleared.
There was a noticeable change in your disposition from this point forward. You weren't nearly as energetic or outgoing as you used to be. You withdrew into yourself and seldom if ever left your room for long periods of time. You found more reasons to seclude yourself to your room when you took to the internet. You started up your own blog for uploading the art that you created.
Eventually it was agreed upon that a change of scenery would do you some good so you moved in with your grandfather all the way over in France. It was raining that day and you almost felt as if something terrible was going to happen during the flight. Nothing went wrong and you arrived on did. While this did nothing to change your disposition, but it did make you feel something you thought you couldn't feel anymore. You were still brutally honest, reclusive, and refused to smile, but for the first time in a long time you felt hopeful about something. You were actually optimistic for the future.
You hated the rain, but it was possible for hope to bloom in spite of that.
*Chews on his pens/pencils/brushes when nervous.
*Carries around a large messenger bag filled with his art supplies.
*Survives off of coffee and various energy drinks.
*Forgot how to socialize.]
Morpheus's FreeformPersonally Morpheus finds this whole partner digimon and digidestined set up to be bizarre. Never in his life did he really think that he was going to be content watching over some reclusive human that constantly deprives him of sleep, but really it's not that bad. He always seems grumpy when he talks to Dominique, but he really does like the human. He may be a of a sad sack, but his brother seems to love the human. In fact they'd probably get along great if the human didn't keep insisting on waking Morpheus up from his naps all the time. This tired wizard only ever wants to get some sleep and is rather grumpy when his naps are interrupted.
The Wizardmon can still remember a time when it was just him, a Phascomon back then, and his brother, Splatter. Of course they weren't actually related. Splatter was a Drawmon and he was a Wizardmon after all. Still they were rather close. Morpheus is rather overprotective of both his human charge and his younger brother.
Splatter's FreeformIt didn't come as any surprise to anybody when they claimed Dominique's messenger bag as their new home. It was cozy and was filled with art supplies. It was like a dream home for a small digimon themed around paint. Still, Splatter wasn't what anybody could reasonably call normal. They were kind and seemed to bounce around with a positive energy, but they were also random. They acted on impulse and their logic and beliefs tended to be long winded and confusing.
Most of the other Digimon in Primary Village thought that they were weird. The only one that dared put up with them was a lone Phascomon that only wanted to sleep the day away. They weren't technically eggmates, or twins by any sense of the word, but they were definitely brothers. The day Morpheus evolved into a Wizardmon to protect him from a mean Meramon only helped to prove the bond they were sure that the two of them shared.
ChaosGallantmon CoreSuper Ultimate
Kuzuhamon: Miko ModeSuper Ultimate
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