Dragoon Rider
Rising Fate
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Aryon Hasinagi: Dracomon
Raiden Karumai: Coronamon
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The city of Tokyo was full of lights, especially at night. The moon shone down on the city, but you couldn't see the just as beautiful stars. That's what Aryon thought, anyways. You could only see them if you lived in the outskirts.
Aryon was a fifteen year old boy, who had dark brown hair that reached his shoulders, and striking amber eyes. He normally wore a pair of brown sandals, and black pants. He also doned a white tank top, and a black, short sleeved jacket over it. But now, it was night, and he wore some pajamas.
He wished that he could live there, but he was stuck in an apartment, right in the middle of the huge city, full of people. He was about to go to sleep, when he heard a knocking coming from his door. "Who could that be?" Aryon asked. He was the only one home, since both of his parents were at work. He walked over to the door to see who would be at his doorstep at ten o' clock at night.
Meanwhile, Raiden was in a similar position, not able to go to sleep. Not at this hour, anyways. His parents, who were home right now, had the television in the living room, which was on full blast. It was right outside of his room, in the same apartment building that Aryon lived in, which was no coincidence.
"Go to sleep already!" Raiden had wanted to scream. He tugged at his short, black hair. "Do they ever sleep?!?" he asked himself. he blinked his blue eyes. All he wanted was to sleep, and do the same routine tomorrow, as he did everyday. Go to school, come home, homework, then sleep. Everyday. Boring, Raiden told himself each time he came home.
Normally, Raiden would wear black sneakers, some brown cargo shorts, and a blue t-shirt, along with a blue wristband.
Raiden Karumai: Coronamon
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The city of Tokyo was full of lights, especially at night. The moon shone down on the city, but you couldn't see the just as beautiful stars. That's what Aryon thought, anyways. You could only see them if you lived in the outskirts.
Aryon was a fifteen year old boy, who had dark brown hair that reached his shoulders, and striking amber eyes. He normally wore a pair of brown sandals, and black pants. He also doned a white tank top, and a black, short sleeved jacket over it. But now, it was night, and he wore some pajamas.
He wished that he could live there, but he was stuck in an apartment, right in the middle of the huge city, full of people. He was about to go to sleep, when he heard a knocking coming from his door. "Who could that be?" Aryon asked. He was the only one home, since both of his parents were at work. He walked over to the door to see who would be at his doorstep at ten o' clock at night.
Meanwhile, Raiden was in a similar position, not able to go to sleep. Not at this hour, anyways. His parents, who were home right now, had the television in the living room, which was on full blast. It was right outside of his room, in the same apartment building that Aryon lived in, which was no coincidence.
"Go to sleep already!" Raiden had wanted to scream. He tugged at his short, black hair. "Do they ever sleep?!?" he asked himself. he blinked his blue eyes. All he wanted was to sleep, and do the same routine tomorrow, as he did everyday. Go to school, come home, homework, then sleep. Everyday. Boring, Raiden told himself each time he came home.
Normally, Raiden would wear black sneakers, some brown cargo shorts, and a blue t-shirt, along with a blue wristband.