Hybrid has proven to be quite a surprise upon his arrival. This is most apt, however, as his elemental influence is lightning... And what is a storm if not unpredictable?

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He is a handsome stallion, as all of his kind are, and yet for him there is a particular fondness. He is a most unusual specimen in many ways, from his green scales to the clawed paws in place of hooves upon his back legs. With no mane, a lizard's tail and a very frail base, he could quite easily be mistaken for a weak, wingless dragonlet.

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His voice, however, impresses me, whence he doth deign to speak. Frail as his body may seem, his voice growls and sizzles with incredible power.

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It is not a kind voice.

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With such facts as a given it hath proven to be a great surprise to discover that this particular fellow is a scholar. He is an elemental, a kindred soul to lightning and storms. This, admittedly, is also a relief, as he was able to take up home within the living storm grounded upon the valley.

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We, me and this stallion, seem to be the only ones that can comfortably linger in this part of the realm. The lightning and winds are ever frolicking here, mere inches from the ground or directly next to us. This page in the tome will be slightly singed by the end of my recording, as well as dampened from the heavy air within the storm.

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He watches me now, as these notes are recorded, though he feigns disinterest. He is curious; almost insatiably so. This seems to be the main effect from arriving unto my care as a previously torn soul. Though he remembers little, he is a true Soldier and has indeed been given that most fitting of names within our group; the Soldier. He takes this... What is the word for this? The practice of placing things into a solid speech to communicate is still odd to me. Perhaps it shall always remain so.

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Misfortune. That's the proper word. This stallion knows to take his misfortunes and learn from them, to use them to his own advantage for the future. He will also follow orders without question, and yet it is clear that he weighs them in his mind. He searches for the logic in them, seeks to learn from the chosen course of action.

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Everything is a chance to grow and learn to this one. He has expanded his lightning influence to such an extent that it has surpassed even my own expectations; and he seeks to at least understand other alters, as well. He wishes for no weakness, which is the true heart of his studies. The more he knows, the more he is prepared for any circumstance.

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What's more, Hybrid is particularly deadly in that he not only learns of such things, he puts them to practical use. Each new fact that he soaks up is mastered and exercised into perfection.

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Hard as his mind may be under his striking appearance, he has also shown himself to hold a very soft heart. His quiet and reserved mannerism continue all the way to his core, leaving a calm, soothing soul for those few who care to know him well enough to find it. He is most comforting to be around, a relaxed and easy companion with a seemingly endless well of patience.

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For now he awaits my completion of this record, idly cropping at the thick, almost rubbery grass that thrives in the constant moisture of this grounded storm, one of his ears tilted towards me as my quill glides over his page in the tome. Lightning is attracted to him as naturally as he is to testing himself with new experiences, a great blinding spark currently arching down his neck to follow his spine. It twists, almost playfully, around his tail, as if daring him to play and test his elemental powers. He needs not prove his abilities, however, as he has grown to learn how to manipulate even the smaller electrical pulses within his own physical body.

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It has occurred to him that if he could alter his own body with this knowledge he could also influence those around him in a similar way; and yet, his code of honor forbids him from even entertaining the thought. He wishes to spend this day exploring a far-reaching realm he had not previously known of; of all our group, only the author of this tome is familiar with this strange place. It's well understood that he travels only to test himself; his mind will be sharp and open and, misleadingly, will also appear to be blank as he will remain utterly silent for most of this journey. He will see things not as one who wishes to study, but as a Soldier; as one who notices his surroundings and builds off of this knowledge. Though silent, his eyes and mind shall be far from passive.

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This will be a very thorough test for him; he should relish the challenge. And he knows that when he has me accompany him there will be no pressure for niceties or conversations, for he is wary of his voice. It clashes with his inherent inner-calm, reveals only the power of storm and lightning. What's more, it makes others notice him; it is much easier to observe and plan when there is a chance to remain silent and unseen.

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Perhaps one day he shall find a companion that can see this inner soul hidden behind the churning clouds which surround him; the heart that can only be found underneath the blinding flashes of lightning which are so much a part of him.

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For now, he shall await my company no longer. We depart!