Sophie
(#42111508)
The Aunty (with the good lollies)
Familiar
Scarlet-Crested Woodoon
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Female Snapper
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.21 m
Wingspan
2.6 m
Weight
5390.02 kg
Genetics
Jungle
Petals
Petals
Emerald
Butterfly
Butterfly
Swamp
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Snapper
EXP: 1321 / 5545
STR
7
AGI
5
DEF
9
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
5
Biography
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♕ S O P H I E The Aunty (with the good lollies) ╰ ╭  ╰ ╭ 
PACT
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ELKIRE
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CIRSEI
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FAUST
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Jolly | Vivacious | Enthusiastic ╰ bio template by squidragon adapted by Katalist
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Mate of Allium
Good Aunt Always has the best candy Helps out at the hatchery Gives amazing hugs Called the Fairy Godmother by the hatchlings Teaches the young hatchlings how to spell and count
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Let's practice our letters using the animals! A is for Agol, B is for Basili- oh don't look at it sweetie. C is for Cumulous Seal - isn't it fluffy?
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Sophie is the only snapper in the Tribe, but she doesn't mind. She first entered the Tribe as a buyer of some flower bouquets, but when she saw the hatchlings running around wit ha little fae chasing them, she decided to help out and wrangle them all up. The kids loved her and well, she stayed. Now she teaches the children simple maths, like how to count, as well as how to spell and read. No hatchling is allowed to graduate until they can read and write, and count efficiently. Everyone loves her, because despite the fact she doesn't have opposable thumbs.... or.... thumbs.... she always gives out the best candies. Nobody knows where she gets them from, but they don't mind. They're yummy. She is her own personal coach as well, often taking the hatchlings for a ride on her back. Due to her insomnia, she often takes the night shift and makes sure everyone stays asleep. Her glow, blessed upon her by the Lightweaver, is the perfect nightlight, and it keeps the scary monsters and wendigos at bay. She hates to think what happens to the sick hatchlings, but she stays with them every second until they get better... or worse. If the poor things pass on, then she leaves them for the Wendigo, and collects the flowers that are left behind. Thankfully her violet garden is small. The hatchlings know her number one rule is to not touch the violets, lest they lose their lolly privileges. She is aware of the less than pleasant things that happen in the Tribe, though she makes it her personal goal to keep the hatchlings safe and free from worries.
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“Mama!” ... “Mamaaaa!” ......... She looked around fitfully. “Maaaaamaaaaaaaaa!” The Auction House was no place for a hatchling. Barely an hour old, she was whisked away from her mother, and taken to the marketplace. The tag itched around her ankle, but she paid no attention. “Maaaaaamaaaaaaa!” But her cries got caught up in the hustle and bustle of the area. Monkeys screamed in their cages, roosters cawed, mercenaries hawked their services and no one took any interest in the snotty, blubbery hatchling. The dragon who took her here had disappeared too, taking her 'mama' with him. In the crowds, she was alone. And it scared her. Crawling to the back of her pen, she hid behind the other hatchlings, who clambered to the front of the pen. They were excited for their new homes. They were older, more experienced. They could run, jump, fly, and speak so nicely. All she knew was 'mama', and that mama wasn't coming to get her. She watched as the others were coo'ed over. Picked up, inspected, held tightly, and off they went with their new families. Others still were approached by toughened warriors, who painted beautiful pictures of their gods, and their need for soldiers to fight. The very premise scared her, and she hid whenever the scarred veterans came near the pen. No one came for her. In a sense, she was happy. No one was just like her mama. Until she noticed another dragon hanging around the pen. She was large, and decorated with flowers and silks. She shone, like a fat fairy. Waddling over to her, she pushed her head into the pen and bumped the imp's nose. “Ooooh hello dear! My you're a small one! Where's your mommy?” The mention of her mama brought fat tears to her eyes again. Sniffling, she began to cry again. “Ohhh no dear, hush, hush! Oh sweety, I know how you feel. Oh dear”, she crooned, nuzzling her as far as her head could reach. Gently nipping at the nape of her neck, the snapper pulled her out of the cage and promptly polled down on her behind. Wrapping her massive paws around her, the dragon soothed the girl, brushing the sweaty locks on her head with a practised air. Noticing the tag on her ear, the dragon picked up the dirty tag and inspected it. Digging into her pouch, she counted and recounted the items, before sighing. The other hatchlings gathered around, peeking in, but she shooed them away with a flick of her wing. “Come here now dear, we'll take you home. Come on. Mama's got you.” This perked up the girl. “Mama?” “Oh no, not me dear, I'm still a young'un myself. No no, I'll take you to your new mama. She's a little tiny mama, but black and white.” Getting up with a great sigh, the dragon snapped up the leash in her mouth and waddled ungainly out of the pen, chattering about her new family with her mouth full. Walking through the marketplace, she got into line behind the other patrons. The line pushed and shoved as impatient dragons pushed to the front of the line, and fights occasionally broke out over mixed transactions. “My my, you don't even have a name yet, little one! Oh dear, this just won't do!” The girl could hardly hear her over the noise, so she crept closer, almost knocking the other dragon over. “Amala! Oof, dear, be careful. I'm only little you know. Watch your step around here. My, whoever could have left such a young one out HERE of all places, hrmph!” “Mama?” “No, sweetie. Amala. Ah-mah-lah. Try it. I think it suits you.” “Aaah...maaa...ma.” The dragon wiggled the fins on her head, before chuckling. “I suppose that's close enough for now. Let's get you home sweetie. You need some rest.” “Aaah...maamaa!”
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ETYMOLOGY - Meaning of Sophie: “wisdom” RELATIONS -
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she looks like the woman named margaret who sits in the front of the office and has a betty boop calendar and usually is a little stressed out because no one ever puts the outgoing mail in the right place and she’s not really great with this whole “google docs” thing yet but she always remembers to fill up her candy jar with peanut m&ms in seasonal colors and when she finally retires this whole place will fall apart probably
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