Ref: Profile #4123 Case #745

(AkingJking)

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Species: saltwater crocodile, aberrant
Status: alive

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Born in 1952 AA beside the shimmering Glass Lake, north of Tyr-Opall, Zyra was the eldest of three crocodile eggs—his clutch tainted by corrupt southern bloodlines. Of the three, only two hatched. The third egg, a female, had been stolen by a mammal before she could see the world. Zyra’s magical abilities, a dark and resonant hum deep within his bones, first surfaced at the age of eight, marked by flame-shaped patterns that crawled across his scales. His mother, Zyri—a mage with her own arcane mastery—tried to teach him control, but with little success. Zyra’s magic was volatile, a force that tore through objects and small creatures alike, its instability stemming from Zyri’s desperate attempt to seal the dangerous magic of Theurgy within her son.

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Meanwhile, Zyra’s brother Azlea developed powers of his own, though his magic leaned towards healing and plant manipulation, a gift that flowed naturally, with none of the destructive tendencies Zyra battled. But just as Azlea’s talents bloomed, tragedy struck. Their mother vanished, sacrificing herself to shield her sons from the ever-watchful eyes of Inquisitors. With Zyri gone, the brothers were left in the care of their father, Grizlok, a formidable but magicless crocodile, whose skills lay in physical prowess rather than the arcane.

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Grizlok, fearful of Zyra’s uncontrollable power and drawn to Azlea’s gentler magic, began to favor his second son, leaving Zyra to wrestle with the weight of his father's growing distrust. This paranoia reached its peak one night when Grizlok, seeing no other option, tried to sell Zyra to a passing reptile collector while his son slept. Zyra awoke just in time to escape the cart, but the betrayal shattered the fragile bond between father and son.

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As the brothers grew older, their powers became more unpredictable, and tensions escalated. In a fateful moment of magomania—a berserk frenzy of magic—Zyra lost control. When the rage subsided, he found his father reduced to little more than a pile of bones. The trauma was too great to bear. Zyra buried the remains and repressed the memory, convincing both himself and Azlea that their father had succumbed to a sudden, mysterious illness. From that moment on, Azlea became Zyra’s lifeline, the only tether keeping him from spiraling into madness. Their bond grew unbreakable, Azlea's calm presence anchoring Zyra’s fractured mind.

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For years, the brothers lived in quiet seclusion by the lake, sustaining themselves through scavenging and tending to a modest fish farm. Their isolation was known but largely ignored by the neighboring regions, and in this solitude, they found a fragile peace. Zyra’s protectiveness over Azlea grew intense—he would do anything to keep his brother safe, their bond the only thing keeping the chaos of his magic at bay.