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|| The Actient Propchey ||
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Name: Synthia
Level: 40 ; Age 19 (The gardevoir line reaches "maturity" at 16)
Gender: Female
Personality: Very protective, especially of smaller pokemon. Willing to give up everything for her friends. DO NOT ANGER
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Moveset: Hyper voice, Calm mind, Psychic, Thunderbolt
Team: A Skarmory named Shrapnel
History: Ever since Synthia hatched, her coloring set her apart from the other ralts. Her mother said it meant she had a destiny, to join with others to fight a great evil. As soon as she was able her father taught her the ways combat and the secrets of the ancient Gardevidian warriors. Her mother then taught her humility and compassion. "don't ever forget compassion," she would say "It can be more powerful than any attack." When she was of age, her parents sent her on a traditional "Thought Journey" to decide her path. On her travels she met a Skarmory, who had been banished from his Rookery. They soon became good friends, eventually choosing eachother for there "Serenia" (Pokemon word meaning, my beloved one. Also used when referring to ones trainer, and sometimes good friends) After Synthia returned home her parents told her of a prophecy, telling of one who would carry an item that would help greatly in the fight against the dark one.The only clue to this otherones identity, was a strange symbol. Synthia then vowed to find this otherone. Shrapnel decided to return to his birth place to try and reclaim his honor.
Other: She wears a satchle that hold the tablet containing the symbol
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As Synthia walked slowly across an open field, she couldn't help missing her friends and family. 'Shake it of girl, you've got a destiny to fufil' she mentally chided herself. A loud explosion rocked the landscape causing her to have to steady herself. She turned to look in the direction the sound came from, and saw a large plume of smoke coming from the trees. Synthia used her psychic powers to examine the area. She could sense three strong mental signatures there. One was giving off an air of extreme panic. She attempted to delve deeper but her mental probes were blocked. 'Must be a steel type' she thought. From the second mind she could sense a worry for others safety. She about to try a mental link, when something caught her attention. The third mind was much louder than the others. A searing pain shot through Synthia's mind. The third mind had forced a mental lock! A stream of thoughts crashed into her mind expressing only one thought. Help me. Once she had severed the connection, she used her energy to propel herself twords the building.