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SyntaxError

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Level 1 Pearlcatcher

Familiar

Chillriver Bucktooth

Energy: 0/50

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Measurements

Length

5.72 m

Wingspan

3.92 m

Weight

483.45 kg

Genetics

Smoke
Jaguar

Rose
Noxtide

Buttercup
Capsule

Hatchday

May 17, 2019
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Nature
Common

Level 1 Pearlcatcher

EXP: 0 / 245

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AGI

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QCK

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Lineage

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Offspring

Biography

6th Gen Naomi Descendant

Naomi -> Willow -> Thorn -> Ash -> Dust -> me

SYNTHIA

Naomi's Great Great Great Granddaughter

B I O G R A P H Y

She walks the path in the rain, mud stained her feet and clung to her fur. Her head hung low, her hood covered her eyes as chunks of dry mud clung to her silky cape. Her fur was drenched, she didn't really care though, she was numb to the cold by now. She kept walking, her legs got shaky, the cold had finally caught up with her. She passed out.

When the young woman opened her emerald green eyes, she was greeted by two faces, one skydancer and one spiral. "Can I poke her?" "No, Margo. We need to take her to the healers." Before the pearlcatcher could even raise her head, a second skydancer showed up, her feathers were pail pink, purple and blue. "What's all this then? Oh dear! Hold on dear I'll take you to Avona." Soon enough she got carried away, she didn't have the strength to fight.

She was now being treated. She lay on a bed of moss in a large lair, in front of her was a bogsneak, who she presumed was the main healer. "I... I am underwater, how am I breathing, madame?" The pearlcatcher questioned, the healer responded, she had a heavy accent that caught the newcomer off guard initially. "That's the Tidelord's magic there, lass. I hope you know how to swim." She gave the pearlcatcher some medicine, then called to her assistant, whom she recognised as the pink skydancer who had found her before. "Princess, darling, would you be a dear and fetch Xilba for me?"

B I O G R A P H Y

"You never told me your name" The Tundra spoke as he guided her through the caverns that made up her new clan's territory. "They call me Syntax Error." "Syntax Error? That's quite the mouthful. Why don't we call you... Synthia?" She went silent at then, but spoke up again. "Synthia... Yes, Synthia, I like that." Xilba smiled at her. "Alright, do you think you're alright on your own? If you need directions, we do have signs, and you can speak to any of our dragons, we are welcoming of you, Synthia." Synthia smiled, watching the tundra swim away. She always wondered how water dragons could so smoothly maneuver their way through the water.

As Synthia kept stumbling clumsily through the tunnels of which Xilba's clan called home, she gets swept over. She growled and stood up again, drifting awkwardly above the ground. "Hey!" An imperial was twisting between caves, digging holes and looking for something, his fur was dark blue in colour. He turned his head to her, brass goggles covered his eyes. "What?" He grumbled. "What do you think you're doing?" "I'm working." "Could you do that without knocking me on my-" The imperial bolted off again, and Synthia tried to go after him, but ended up just flopping back down and tumbling awkwardly into a den.

That night, Synthia couldn't sleep. Her den had a little bed made of blankets bundled together, it was a cavern, but small bits of algae gave it a welcoming glow. She let out a deep breath and her glitches began to reveal themselves. She dragged her paw across the sand, watching her touch leave a trail of ones and zeros, before they disappeared again. She let out a sob, it's been six generations, how could her great, great grandmother's powers carry on to her? She kept crying, but she curled up and pretended to sleep as soon as a head poked through the kelp that formed the door to her den. "Is everything okay? I heard crying." Synthia recognised him as the imperial from before. His goggles were hanging around his neck, so Synthia could see his beautiful pink eyes. "What's it to you?" She asked. "Now, now," The imperial replied, squeezing into the den with her and curling up. "I care for my clan mates, now tell me what's wrong. I will listen."

Bio template by @Mibella, find it here.

!NOTES!
Static/glitches surround her body.
She cries black oil, it's very sticky and stains easily.
She often wears a somber expression.
She's married to Indigo, I will write their backstory when I can.

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