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[Zoker]

Username:
Zoker
Name:
Syn
Age (at most 200):
50
Personality:
A bold and strong warrior,Syn enjoys a good fight.He is pretty clever and a trickster too.He is loyal to only those whom he thinks deserves his loyalty.He fights for himself and never loses a fight.He may not be the most supportive companion but with him in your side be sure that luck will favor you.Earning his trust and respect is harder than climbing the most tallest of mountains,so very few actually like him.Syn isn't the talkative one in the group,but the wheels of mind never stop working.It really doesn't matter to him what others think of him and neither does he judge people based on a fake and soft ground....
Attacks:
His pretty famous Poison Spit -- He spits poison which vaporizes everything it falls on.
Hypnotize -- With the help of his cunning mind and his element he can poison the minds of his opponent easily.
Poison Whip -- Just imagine tendrils of poisonous gas slicing every being of your body and soul.
Plus,his beak and claws always have poison glands which give out poison every time he wants.
Special Ability:
He can hum a lovely melodic tune and anyone who hears it comes under its spell.Their mind stops working as they hear the tune and that's when he strikes.
Story:
That earth was soft and muddy and water trickled down from the leaves of the huge banyan tree.The drizzle on that cold windy night seemed like a hailstorm.A young griffin sat under the tree,her fur wet and slick.But she was determined not to let the little griffin under her wings get wet.She lay shaking under the tree both form cold and fright.Her eyes were closed but her was strong.The little griffin slept peacefully under his mother's wing...That was the night Syn was born.His mother died shortly after his birth as her weak body could not bear the tortures of the winter season.The little griifin never understood when his mother died.He just knew that his mother had stopped moving and bringing any food and used to lay with her eyes closed all day and night long under the banyan tree....Mommy is just sleeping....That's what he used to tell himself.But one day he could not bear it anymore.He knew he had to let his mother go.He stood proudly,tears snaked down his cheek and melted the snow beneath his claws.He whispered to...Don't worry Mommy I will look after myself...With that he flew away as the snow blanketed over his mother gently.

Days passed and they gave way to weeks.Weeks passed and months replaced them.Months passed and so did years.The young griffin grew up and the pains of his past still haunted him and made him strong each passing day.Nothing stopped him...just as he had promised to his mother he did take care of himself and still searched a place where he knew he would fit in.Nothing stopped him;harsh winter,famines and droughts...he endured all just to keep his promise.He still searches..and he will not stop till he finds the place that will embrace him...


Art of it:Coming soon...^^

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