Name: Heather
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Bio: Raised in a family of six, she's a kind girl and the eldest of four siblings. Alas, those haven't been relised as Digi-destined....yet. She lives in America, a place often overlooked as a 'center of phenomenons.'
Rp Sample: Ever since she was a child, Heather has dreamed of a world other than her own. A place were she had her own friends like none other, friends that looked completely different from the people she knew in her 'real world.' The morning was a Monday, a tiring day for the 16 year old Junior. It was early morning and her computer had been left on overnight. She enjoyed the sweet hum of it's 'breathing', as she called it. When she had woken up to a faint screeching her eyes were drawn to something emerging from the screen. She freaked. She even threw a pillow at it, but that did nothing. She scrambled to her feet, tossing off the covers with her eyes wide and face pale. "Wh-what the heck?!" She shreiked, getting ready to throw something at the bulging mass again. Suddenly the screeching stopped and what looked like an odd egg was hovering in mid air before plopping down on her seat situated infront of her desk. With a couple shaky steps she moved foward and poked it. It was real.
