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NameSyntax Err-OrAgeComputing…
Answer: 3.364 yearsGender:Analyzing…
Answer: FemaleLevel:Testing strength components…
Answer: FiveSpecies:Displaying data…
PorygonAbility:Recovering saved data. One moment.
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Trace – Special ability becomes the same as that of the opponent. Switching this Pokémon out of battle restores its original ability. In a Double Battle, a random opponent’s ability will be copied.Nature:Analyzing… Information received.
Answer: MechanicalPersonality:Analyzing… File component missing…
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Syntax is not like other Porygon. She was created with the capability of feelings and independent thoughts. She was the first A.I., the first “robot” able to think like a human—or rather, a Pokemon. They made her capable of human speech so they could better understand if their experiment worked.
Syn is very naïve. She’ll believe almost anything she is told unless she knows for a fact that it’s not true. She has a wide-eyed wonder, and is always trying to figure out how things work (and she learns quickly). A curious spirit, she often gets herself into trouble and sometimes—unintentionally—she drags others into it with her.
Syn is extremely above-average when it comes to intelligence. She can calculate complex math equations in mere seconds—thanks to the fact that she’s practically a computer.
Syn can solve word problems ten times faster than any human. The only thing she can’t do quickly—and sometimes can’t figure out at all—is riddles. She loves them, though, and can’t stop. If there’s a riddle she can’t solve, she’ll obsess over it until she figures it out.
Syntax’s mind and emotions work differently than a normal Pokemon’s. She isn’t ‘nice’ or ‘mean’, she’s just… there. If someone asks her a question, she’ll answer honestly, regardless of the fact that it may hurt someone. She just doesn’t think any other way. It’s impossible for her to lie, which can sometimes be a bad thing.
Syn’s vocabulary is very technical. She doesn’t talk like a human does (go figure ). She speaks at an even, flowing speed that isn’t too fast or too slow. Despite her even pace, her voice is very musical and gentle. Her programmers did it on purpose, so she would sound pretty.
Syntax is very awkward. Sometimes she makes people uncomfortable because of her constant stare (she doesn’t have to blink since she’s not a living creature). Also, her obliviousness to the ‘mood’ of a room often makes her say the wrong thing. For example, she’ll be in a room where everyone is sad (but no one mentions they’re sad) and she’ll talk and behave as if nothing were wrong.
One of Syn’s biggest… flaws… is that she doesn’t relate to living beings. She doesn’t understand what death and love mean, besides the technical definitions. She doesn’t understand how love can be so wonderful and death can be so frightening.
She’s been known to (not purposely) hurt feelings because of her lack of understanding. But perhaps Syntax’s biggest personal loss is that she has no soul. How can she? She’s wires and metal and nothing more, she’s not alive. The idea haunts her—how ccan she be conscious and have thoughts like she does if she’s not alive.
The very idea is enough to send her into a deep, brooding mood if she thinks too hard about it.Physical AppearanceCalibrating 3-dimensional figure. One moment…
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Syn looks like any regular Porygon, save for her slightly darker blue tones. She is a mix of ocean blue and a pale, blush pink.
Syntax has solar panels all over her body, but they’re colored like her body and aren’t noticeable unless you look up close. These generate backup electricity if her battery dies. And if it’s a cloudy day when it dies, then she shuts down completely until her battery is recharged. When she’s operating on solar power, she’s very sluggish and drowsy.
To recharge her battery—which she only has to do once every couple of months—syn has to either run a specific program in her software and sit in strong sunlight for at least an hour; have a new battery put in; or get a somewhat weak jolt from an electric Pokemon.
The only thing that sets her apart from the rest of her species is her eyes. Rather than the empty, beady black dots that makes up a normal Porygon’s orbs, she has deep, dark blue eyes that are full of emotion, and thoughts.Allegiance:Displaying file contents…
Answer: None. (soon to be the Wild Pack)
Attacks:
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- Tackle
- Conversion
- Conversion 2
- Sharpen
- Hidden Power
- Protect
- Substitute
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Syntax was not born, she was-literally-created. A team of eleven top-notch scientists in Sky Reach City worked hard to put her together, to program such a masterpiece.
When Syn 'awoke', turned on for the first time, the first person she ever saw was Wilson. He was the leader of the team (though the others would never admit it), and he was the one who had programmed emotions and feelings into her system. He had also named her Syntax Err-Or as a joke, saying she was just an error in the coding, and the fact she had thoughts was pure luck.
The moment she saw him, he became her father. So to say. A few of the other scientists weren’t the nicest, and the rest just treated her as if she were just another computer program. But she wasn’t, she was so much more, and Wilson understood that.
The Porygon never let the simple brown-haired genius out of her sight. Since she only had to be shut down every few days, she acted as his watchdog through the night.
Syntax was allowed free roam of the lab—in which none of the scientists slept at night. Wilson, however-being the kind person that he was-would always be the last to leave and would sneak her out of the lab and back to his house overnight. He was the only one who realized that, while she may not be an organic being, she could still feel lonely.
In fact, Wilson was the one who objected to sending Sun away for testing. “she wouldn’t survive a day with those government officials!” he argued.
But one against ten is not a winning vote—in a fair country that is, and one summer night they prepared to ship her off to the Nada Citadel. Wilson, seeing how confused, and even sad, Syntax was when they told her she would be leaving, decided he wouldn’t stand for it.
That night, like every other night, he snuck her out of the building. Only this time it wasn’t to go to his house and play with his own Pokemon (a quite dumb Munchlax), it was to gain freedom.
He drove the rather calm Porygon out far, far away from Sky Reach City, Nada Citadel and the scientists that didn’t care for the bi-colored creature. He drove all the way to Emerald Forest, where his car ran out of gasoline. And there he left her, giving her only the explanation that she must stay out of Sky Reach City and Nada Citadel and never, ever come looking for him or any other scientist.
Syntax reluctantly agreed, her programming forcing her to obey Wilson. Before he left, he opened her panels and removed all software that made her listen to humans except for that which dealt with keeping her from looking for him or entering those cities.
Since that day, exactly 2.87 years ago, Syn has lived in Emerald Forest, somehow staying out of sight of trainers and avoiding battles with wild Pokemon. She’s still constantly curious, and is constantly moving throughout the forest.
Syntax hasn’t seen Wilson since he left her in the forest, and though she cannot go out and search for him, she is always keeping her hearing sensors open for word of him. Even if she doesn’t look for him, she can still accidentally run into her old friend.Sample Post:Creating test post…
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Problem source: Presence of previous character. Cannot create test post.
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