Name: Fydde
Race: lynx morph, probably mixed with domestic cat
Gender: Male
Appearance: unkempt, very casual to the point of wondering if he's ever tried to fit into formalwear in his life. His tail doesn't match the rest of him except for his head hair and muzzle.
Personality: as unkempt and hyper-casual as his appearance. Fydde could hardly hope to hold a day job if his life depended on it. It's a good thing that he's cute, and somewhat talented at hunting, otherwise he would pretty much never make it on Planet Twenty.
Fydde is a heat-shaper, always comfortable in any climate, altitude, or temperature. Those around him are also kept at a nice warm but not hot temperature. He's very popular for camping trips actually. With some practice, it's possible that he could cause actual flame or affect heat in a direction rather than just purely in contact or his near aura.
Fydde is twitchy as hell when he's hunting. He appears to save up all his energy for tracking and taking down small prey such as squirrels, birds, snakes or fish. He has no issue with diving into water and coming up with a trout in his mouth. He prefers simply hunting with his bare hands, claws, and teeth. However he is talented at tracking with hearing, sight and instinct, and knows how to lay traps such that the intended prey will never suspect what they're walking into.
Fydde lived on the streets of a busy, polluted city for the first six years of his life. He never knew his parents, and distrusted anyone claiming to be related to him. It would not surprise anyone to learn that he made his living scrounging the garbage in back alleys and stealing food from restaurants, and sleeping still as a stone the rest of the time.
But this was no way for a Kin to behave, at least according to the world's Human government. He and many others like him were rounded up on a regular basis and shipped off to Planet Twenty. He overheard at least one police man wonder aloud whether there was some kind of factory churning out the furry kids, because there was never a lack of them, to arrest.
Now on Planet Twenty, he had no dumpsters to dive, he had no restaurants to plunder. Yet, he didn't feel ill at ease after a few days. There was plenty of food around, you just had to be fast enough to catch it. Since he hardly needed to worry about the weather or cold affecting him, he traveled day or night at will, and the only time he really had to run or hide was from the Lions or other large Kin willing to gobble up a little lynx-mix like him.
Then the dragons came, and his life changed once more. Such a casual attitude might have meant he was passed up by more aggressive dragons, but there must be one out there that would think his methods weren't just lazy as hell.
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That one turned out to be an unbelievably furry and oddly similarly powered male dragon named Raeryo. From the start, they hit it off because Raeryo could belch up hilarious amounts of bubbles. Not just like snot bubbles, but real bubbles that if Fydde accidentally breathed in, he'd wind up comatose for a few minutes. He wasn't going to be taking down big deer or anything with that power, but then he hardly needed to!
Fydde and Raeryo headed back to Planet Twenty and began their new crash course: how to fly, navigate, and not get eaten by anything bigger than they were!
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Fydde and Raeryo did a good job of all of the above. When times were lean, Raeryo would shapeshift into something that looked like a prey animal, and wait for something to try scavenging him. Suddenly shifting into rather more than any crow or vulture could handle, he and Fydde would easily take down birds or random hunters, and the times wouldn't be quite so lean.
Not every encounter wound up going smoothly, though. When they accidentally sprang a Lion-kin's traps, it was clear that the Pride would have taken Fydde as a slave, and killed Raeryo outright. But the normally happy-go-lucky Raeryo seemed to snap at the idea of his best friend being some Lion's servant, more than his own demise. Blasting bubbles worked long enough to get Fydde free, but the two of them had to high-tail it as quickly as they could toward the Elephant lands, landing exhausted at the trunk-tip of one of the elders who guarded their village.
And now, unfortunately, even the scent of a Lion will make Raeryo start spitting a spray of foam...
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Name: Raeryo Chxalli
Gender: Male
Breed: Asandus/Fireling Hybrid
Colour: Red-Black
Size: Medium (15' at the shoulder, 37' long)
Abilities: Psionics (Telepathy, Teleportation, Telekinesis), Verbal Speech, Shifting (Unlimited), Body-Heat Control, Bubble Breath
Basic Personality: Flower Child, Patronizing, Young at Heart, Easily Stressed
Requires a Bond?: No
Caretaker: Fydde
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