OC Character Thread 2 (This thread is now locked, please use the OC Character Thread 3 above)

Brother Roga wrote:

Name: Known as Icicle
History: Around the time of the 3 Pony Tribes, Icicle was known by another name among his tribe's members. However, he had an affair with a pegasus, which resulted in him being beaten, forced to watch his beloved be murdered in cold blood and finally exiled to the northern wastes of Equestria, to the east of the place where the Crystal Empire would later appear. He was frozen to death by the harsh climate and he remained that way for several millenia, until the appearance of the last of the Windigos saw his corpse revived, now commanding the ice of the north wherever he goes. Upon returning to the place where he was exiled from, he found he was in Ponyville. He would have gone and attacked the residents, until he saw the Cutie Mark Crusaders playing near the lake. He eventually seeked out Princess Twilight, who, after some consideration, welcomed him to his past home.

I'm not entirely sure what to make of this, Oath. His ice powers are far too much considering that threatening him at all requires a volcano, something I think we saw a grand total of once in the show, and it seemed to be on fairly exotic locales. There's also a giant hole in his story: explaining how the appearance of the last of the windingos resulted in a pony that froze to death somehow returning to life with an incredible degree of power. It's also strongly implied, or at least it appears to be strongly implied, that the present lands of Equestria are where the ponies migrated to after their original home was made uninhabitable so if he returned to where he was exiled from, he'd be going back to the original lands of the ponies, not Ponyville. This character needs revision to powers, weaknesses, and definitely needs you to plug those large holes in his history.

MrDevastation101 wrote:

Name: Night Rain

Approved

Name: Cynder Ash Ardor
Race: Earth Pony
Age: 23
Mane: Red with an ash black stripe
Coat: Flame yellow with ashy black socks
Cutie mark: A campfire
Extra details that aren't needed but are nice to add: She really likes to drink rum. It reminds her of her adventures across the seas.
Distinguishing Features: Her coat pattern, and the large claymore she carries on her back.
Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): Seems to have particular luck around flames and fire. She doesn't get burned nearly as often as others do, and can even come out of intense forest fires unscathed.
Weaknesses: She is quick to action without thinking about consequences or even coming up with a solid plan.
Occupation: Equestrian Ranger! (A group of my own creation. Basically a militia that protects the areas of Equestria that the Royal Guard would normally have trouble protecting, such as outlying settlements and secluded villages.
Gear: A sturdy set of half-plate, painted black with actual ash. A maroon hood she wears underneath as part of her Rangers uniform. A large claymore sword as a weapon. Standard adventuring gear.
History:Cynder Ash Ardor, was born into the Ardor family. The Ardor are known to have a wide variety of professions among the family, the only house rule seemingly being that one should put their heart and soul into anything that they decide to do in life. The Ardor are also popular among the high class scene, as having such wide scale of knowledge among the family gives them the knowhow to provide a certain amount of influence as far as the Equestrian Economy is concerned.

Cynder herself grew up with her three older brothers and her personality developed to match. She learned how to do all the things the colts could do, just as well as the colts could do them. A side effect of this, trying to keep up with the colts, caused her to discover her cutie mark(a roaring campfire) later than most other foals.

She discovered her love of nature and adventuring after getting into a fight with one of her brothers and running away from home for a short while. The scenery quickly grew on her and she discovered her talent for navigating the wilderness and understanding the flow of nature around her.

As per Ardor tradition, she left home when her parents deemed her of proper age and began a pilgrimage of self discovery. She is still on this journey until she truly realizes her purpose in existence. During this pilgrimage, she was captured by slavers and sold to a diamond dog pirate captain who took a liking to her. For reasons unknown, the captain decided to set her free and make her a part of his crew, teaching her the ropes of how to survive on the high seas. During this time, she learned to fight with swords, lived for a while on a ship, and even adventured to scarcely visited lands of wonder.

Soon enough she left the life on the sea to return home and pursue her real dream of joining her idles, the Equestrian Rangers. She was admitted to their ranks gladly and that was where she met a strange swords-pony who wielded a claymore. She took a liking to this pony, who had told her that she was an ancient hero who was thought to have died off near the beginning of Equestria's founding. She pestered this hero enough that she was taken under their tutelage and learned the way of an ancient knight, as well as how to use a claymore... With some personal modifications to both, of course.

She then Wrote a book about her adventures and sold it for pennies, simply wanting to spread the tale of her mystical, dangerous, and wondrous adventures to as many as possible. She currently still works with the Equestrian Rangers full time, but might be convinced to go on another adventure or two...
Personality: Tomboyish. Living up to her name, Cynder has an enthusiasm that can be matched by no other. She has a history of being hot-headed and rushing into things without assessing the situation first. She's still young and trying to find her place in the world.
Current Home: Nomadic
Misc:

Alpha P wrote:

Name: Cynder Ash Ardor

Approved! Also, I love that picture you use for her.

Name: Aten Sutep

Race: Zebra

Age: 29 years old

Mane: A large plume, running down the middle of his head and down his neck, of striped snow white and royal blue one and half hoof long in a curved back manner with equal distribution between each color. Though there is a small break between the base of his head and the start of his neck where wearing a bronze helmet left a permanent line on his neck. From the top of the mane, the hair is soft and thick but moving down the hair grows coarser till the base of his neck. The hair is finely trimmed all the way around to form a near perfect edge around the plume.

Coat: Bearing similar pattern and style to the rest of the Zebra species. The base fur contains a blanket of snow white with a graying tone laced as light covering. Instead of black strips, they are rich royal blue flowing down each broad of his shapely contours. The strips are sharp and cuts across his white fur suddenly. The overall coat shimmers and is quite thick to the touch, almost like Egyptian silk in softness. The stripes running down his middle are the thickest and widest along each curve.

Zebra Family Mark.: The golden yellow solar disk with its ten long golden yellow rays casting down on the folded wings of a golden yellow eagle standing proudly on his flank but perched on a delicate olive branch with a scroll on one side and a shield on the other side balanced. The family mark has been kept ever since the beginning of the age but with each passing generation a new mark is added. A medallion around the eagle's chest.

Extra details that aren't needed but are nice to add: His eyes turn a true golden color when the sun rises or sets, a tie possibly to the gods they worship but it is actually a magic phenomenon caused by the light which reflects back certain colors of light.

Distinguishing Features:His three biggest distinguishing marks is first the golden yellow eyes glowing brightly from his years in the desert. The second distinguishing mark is the long pink scar running down one of the blue stripes and across his left eye. The last mark is a brand on his left front leg that is the Symbols for Light of the Obelisks, the army he served in.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): Rather than have a true specialty like ponies, he instead was trained to be a soldier from birth. The physical conditioning and mental hardening created a powerful soldier ready to be sent off to training when he was around ten. There he was brutally trained in the style of the Thorax swordspony. Having only above average strength and speed, he can complete against the same soldier and overcome them. Experience helps with the same aspect but in the end it is the training and conditioning that are his greatest abilities. The other thing he learned was the managing finances of his family and being a scholar since he was to lead the family after his father's death.

Weaknesses: As he has no true specialty he his weak to many things just like a mortal would be. Magic, psionic, overly powerful strength or abilities that can best back a simple soldier of Egypt but he does do well as a fighter and it is hard to keep him down.

Occupation: Ex-Soldier and Now merchant

Gear: The basic armaments of a Thorax swordspony: Xiphos, hide and wooden shield, javelins, iron chest piece with bronze and leather mail armor in chains.

History: A long time ago, seemingly a lifetime ago when the world around Aten was much more calm and without terrible turbulence but even the winds needed to guide Aten on his path. He was born to a powerful and noble family that worked directly under the pharaoh’s advisers. Though all not was grand in the beginning life of Aten, the world was in chaos… so many different tribes and ideals thrown around the large kingdom till the point a bursting amount of problems began to form around the Aten family. Even at the earliest age Sutep was being groomed for a certain position in the family and among the pharaoh’s court. So they began to teach Aten all the ways of a noble, the court system, and how to manage a ledger. Drilling the very ideas through his mind until his tenth birthday where he was given to a general to complete his training. The general began to train the young zebra past simple exhaustion; physical and mentally he was slowly broken down by the general to be formed into the perfect soldier. Harshly he was forged into the soldier that the general wanted…

Years turned to memories, and so did Aten grow up into a fine stallion that might have been a little socially awkward but still a good soldier. Enlisting at the age eighteen he served his country in the army, Light of the Obelisks for nearly eight years… that is when the accident happened. On the path to finally defeat those who had proclaimed themselves over the small town of Kelpriois… Holding positions from the ridge the new commander of the Light of the Obelisks tried to charge straight up the ridge that ended in a massacre unequal to any other battle. The Light of the Obelisks was sent really back to lick its wounds but not for long as the commander wanted to do the same thing again. There standing in the desert outside an Oasis, the commander threatened anyone death who did not charge but Sutep walked right behind the commander and smacked him a little too hard on the back of his head with his sword butt. The commander crumpled over and died on the spot; knowing that Sutep would be tried for murder he ran as far as he could from that world. Eventually finding his way into Equestria as a merchant to hide his identity… through careful tact he wormed his way into a new life in Equestria where he could make a new life.

Personality: Pretty rough and social awkward he tries his best to live among these strange ponies but sometimes his ways might seem even stranger than the few others around him. He can be a might bit stubborn and headstrong but he means well in the end, he has to be mercurial otherwise people might figure out his past. If they ever did figure out his past then he might be in a large amount of danger.

Current Home: Generally on the road but has made a more permanent resident in Manehatten.

Misc: If possible he would love to return home after everything is settled down… maybe continue his family.

Pony-at-Arms wrote:

Name: Aten Sutep

Approved.

Name: Lupus Vellator

Race: Wolffolk/Lycanthrope

Age: 19

Mane: n/a

Coat: His back and the top of his head along with the top of his arms and tail are a dark grey while his chest and belly are a light silver like grey. sketch possibly coming soon

Similar to this but darker back fur

Cutie mark.: none

Extra details that aren't needed but are nice to add: Lightly scarred back, hidden by fur but the skin is coarse and rough to the touch. His fur darkens significantly when changing to his war form.

Distinguishing Features: Bright yellow eyes, large bushy tail that he dotes upon. Very muscular but lean figure, keeps his body at peak physical condition.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): Wolffolk have heightened senses already, equivalent to that of a normal wolf and their wilderness survival skills are unmatched. Lupus is of a strong bloodline and has received great genes allowing him to be one of the greatest hunters in his villae when he lived there still. On top of his natural abilities he was gifted with lycanthrope upon his coming of age ceremony, his wolf form allows him to move faster than ever before rough terrain be damned and his War form heightens his senses further along with strengthening him greatly. Lycanthrope also gives the wolf a regenerative ability and can heal from nearly any wound within limits. Lupus is also skilled with his stone spear as a projectile weapon, he generally leads his attack by first throwing his spear at his opponent then rushing them, Lupus is deadly accurate with his spear up to 200 ft.

Weaknesses: Pure metals will cause regular damage to him that he cannot regenerate rapidly from. While he may have regenerative abilities and can heal almost any wound, he can still be killed by conventional means, eventually. His body has a limit in how much damage it can sustain before the strain kills him. Lupus also has a lot of trouble speaking the common language, and has a mostly simple vocabulary. His understanding of the language is better than his speech however he can become easily lost in conversation.

Occupation: Hunter, wanderer

Gear: Fundoshi tribal garment, spear holster bandolier, rabbit skin coin purse, bear skin travel bag, Ornate stone spear.

History:
Past the borders of equestria into foreign lands to the south lies a great forest on the border of Saddle Arabia. Deep within this forest lies the wolffolk. The wolffolk have formed a few tribes within this forest but wolves have become increasingly rare within this world and many speak of the wolves as not but rumors to be passed amongst each other at camp fires. The wolves were hunted out of fear for their violent nature and written as beasts of nightmares in childrens storybooks.

Lupus (which is not his real name) was born of one such clan whose numbers are now dwindling to nothingness, however this clan has a secret that has kept them alive for all this time despite their numbers. Lycanthrope has been passed down to each generation, strengthening their warriors with the restless curse. Lupus was born of a union between two great hunters within this village and naturally achieved genes of exceptional talent and strength. He ecelled in his hunting and when he came of age at 16 he was granted the lycanthrope curse to strengthen his body and make him a protector of the village.

During his 17th year another bordering tribe that had grown in number began encroaching on their hunting grounds and sought to expand their territory. Naturally this angered many of the tribe members and some demanded retaliation including Lupus. The chieftain, knowing that their tribe would not survive war even with their superior warriors and wanting to make sure the wolf population continued to survive had other plans. The chieftain proposed a joining of clans, and to cement this alliance he offered his only daughter to the other chieftains firstborn. Lupus, young and reckless as he was, felt outraged and betrayed by this decision. Not only had the chieftain sided with the enemy but he offered them the woman he wanted most to them.

Lupus quickly hatched a plan in order to make the chieftain change his mind. Being one of the best hunters in the village has made Lupus one of the most desirable males among his kin. So it came as no surprise that the chieftains daughter had been keeping an eye on him as well. So Lupus convinces her to betray her fathers wishes stating that the only way that they could be together is if he makes her undesirable to the the other wolf clan by taking her virginity before she can be sent away. One long and passion fueled night later, Lupus is discovered by the chieftain with his daughter.

Instead of being met with understanding, Lupus is met with a mixture of sadness and intense fury. Lupus tries to tell the chief that he did this for the sake of the village but his words were not heard and was instead tied up and beaten till near death with a cold iron laced flogging whip along with tooth and claw. When the torture was finally finished, the chief announced that the only way he may attone for Lupus's betrayal would be if Lupus was stripped of his name and banished from his village and this forest never to return home again.

Despite his betrayal, Lupus was much loved within the village and it was not an easy decision on the chiefs part. Lupus was allowed to keep his spear so he may always remember his homeland though he may not be welcome there anymore. What became of the village after this, Lupus knows not. Beaten and defeated, Lupus made his way north through the forest using hs superior survival skills to navigate the forest unharmed despite his injuries. After months of travel and recovery, Lupus finally came to the edge of the forest south west of Baltimare near the mountains.

Lupus spent a few weeks hunting in the plains shadowed by the mountains. One day he came across a familiar but old scent. The scent smelled of wolves but not of his clan. He followed the scent to a small farm house where an earthpony father and daughter resided. Not familiar with the pony races he at first thought they were game that wandered into some sort of large structure and he decided to stalk his prey for a while and learn more about them before making his move. It didnt take long to find that these creatures were in fact sentient and conversing, he had heard that there were other races capable of speach and were often talked about but he had always lost interest in those tails.

Lupus spent a few more days stalking the ponies determining whether or not they were a significant threat until he decided that even if they were to attack he would be able to handle them easily. Lupus approached the two cautiously. To the wolfs surprise they received him rather well although he quickly found that he could not understand a word they were saying to him. They did seem confused that he was alone, but after a few hours of pointing and gestures they made it clear that he was free to stay in their barn as long as he worked.

For work Lupus did a lot of the heavy lifting and fed himself through hunting. The daughter began to teach him the pony language and the wolf tried very hard to learn it. During this time he learned that every 10 years or so, an expedition group from one of the wolf tribes would venture out to learn more about the outside world and this farm house was a common resting location for the wolves as they made their journey. Their family had made a pact with the wolves and were to be protected by them if ever in need and in exchange they would house them on their expeditions. Over the next 2 years the farmers daughter had eventually given the wolf the name Lupus Vellator (Wolf Hunter) due to him not having a name and Lupus accepted his new name graciously. Although Lupus had grown very fond of the two he felt that it was his time to go as he wanted to explore the world he realized he knew so little about. Lupus decided that maybe he could find a big enough prize in this new world that one day he could return to his village and present them with something that would deem him worthy to give him back his name.

Personality: Lupus is hot headed and always ready for action, his mind is always on the hunt as nothing thrills him more. He has matured quite a bit since his mistake but still tends to be a bit childish and forgets to look at the bigger picture first. He is very sure of himself and likes to show off sometimes when given the opportunity. However he does not like cities and stays away from the masses as they make him feel uncomfortable and in danger as he does not trust other ponies easily. Lupus gets extremely offended if treated like or called a dog and assures that their is a big difference between the two.

Current Home: wanderer, anywhere he lays his head.

Misc: Surprisingly, Lupus is actually completely straight. However, he has no reservations against other males and is certainly willing to let another male get him off although he will not reciprocate as he has no interest in males.

His transformations can be a bit painful due to his bones and muscles being forced to snap and reform themselves accordingly and does expend a great deal of energy, but he can change atleast 4-5 times before becoming exhausted or fatigued.

His lycanthrope is supposed to be a secret weapon, and generally wont show his transformations to others. He is most commonly seen in his wolf form and Wolffolk form, his war form is only used for emergencies.

Possibly has children, but the condition of the chiefs daughter remains unknown to him.

Name: Rook

Race: Unicorn

Age: 29

Mane: Tombstone grey.

Coat: Pale, bone white.

Cutie mark.: A black rook chess piece, with an open green eye above it.

Extra details that aren't needed but are nice to add: His eye is a dark shade of emerald.

Distinguishing Features: The fact that his left eye is sewn shut.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): Rook can both literally and metaphorically see through all forms of deception. Other than that, the stallion is quick on his hooves, very intelligent, and has rather strong defensive magic.

Weaknesses: Due to having his left eye sewn shut, the stallion can't see out of that side, which can hinder him. As well as such, the stallion isn't very strong, relying on his quickness and magic at most times.

Occupation: Bodyguard, Mercenary.

Gear: He wears leather armor with steel padding hidden all around his vital points as well as a kite shield and a longsword.

History: Rook was born out in Zebrica, and grew up there very simply. Though he and a friend both grew up learning of ancient magic, and through that, the two learned of a particular one. And when the two got to adulthood, Rook asked his friend for help performing that spell, and that night, he went through a lot of pain, his eye being sewn shut, the magic only kicking in later, but he never regretted it, and he even helped his friend do a different one, a lot less painful, thankfully. But soon enough, the stallion found work as a mercenary, opting for mostly the bodyguard jobs. Years pass, and he found himself in Equestria, having moved there with his friend, and though she stayed in Canterlot, Rook kept traveling and doing his job, though always visiting his friend when he had the spare time and was around.

Personality: Very kind and friendly to most when not on the job. Very quiet and distant on the job.

Current Home: N/A

Misc: He likes to read a good book.

Darth Quadro wrote:

Name: Lupus Vellator

Hooray, woofle!

Approved. ^_^

BronzeFog wrote:

Name: Rook

Castle.
Approved.

Name: Tombstone Blade

Race: Pegasus

Age: 24 years old

Mane: Silvery Grey with dashes of turquoise blue in the hue along the center line. His mane comes down around his neck and is kept out of his face by a wooden brown, large, brimmed capotain. The long mane covers his neck and the top of his shoulders.

Coat: The fur coat is a hue of light grey toned blue. Thick and soft to the touch even though there are a few scars left over from several different misadventures.

Cutie mark.: The mark is a pick-axe embedded right in a skull. Gold and gems piled around the skull; two daggers laying on top of the treasure for protection.

Extra details that aren't needed but are nice to add: Normally he wears a dull blue waistcoat, the sleeves rolled up with a white button-up shirt untucked around his waist. Some heavy brown leather slacks protect his legs from the stray cut or stab. A wide leather belt with a large tarnished brass buckle holds his pants up. Wearing a pair of leather, fingertip-less, gloves that protects his forelimbs and some worn leather knee high boots.

Distinguishing Features: A large old scar runs across his lips, down across his chin. His general worn look makes him look far older than he actually is. Lastly, the general stance of his body shows he works long and is well toned.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): His true specialty is the art and style of figuring out locks, opening crypts, and fighting whatever lies within those forgotten places of the world. Spending time in training and experience in the field has left him with a wealth of knowledge in fighting a fight within the shadows. He can fight with daggers, throwing daggers, a pick-axe and shovel, or syringe darts. Trap solving came naturally to him in his first time and ever since can solve traps that come his way. Poisons coming off the fauna and corpses make some of the most important tools in an escape, but he never uses them to kill only stall.

Weaknesses: Although he has great skill with the blade, he would rather "avoid" any sort of direct conflict if he could. Too many times did the direct conflict left him battered and wounded. As expected by this trade, Tombstone grew an unhealthy obsession over the glimmer of valued metals and shaped gems knowing that sometimes it means throwing himself through the fire to appease his growing greed. Though his last weakness is a two-edged sword, to get away from his sometimes... Excessively grim work; he drowns himself in pleasures of the flesh. Growing that desire into an all out obsession in order to cloud his mind from the horrors he saw.

Occupation: Professional Grave Robber

Gear: A trusty pick-axe, shovel, two dueling daggers, six throwing daggers, a leather pouch, vials and a few syringes filled with various poisons or medicine.

History: Grave robbing isn't a profession people first think of what they are looking for a job. Tombstone was a taboo exception to that general idea... Born dirt poor in a peasant's town with his parents having almost nothing to their name. They worked all day to only struggle against the ever burden of raising a foal and dealing with taxes. Tombstone hated every day that slipped by as he labored in those terrible fields of golden wheat. He would look upon those nobles and their riches that made him angry to the point when he was around eight he snuck up on several merchants. He reached his hoof around the merchant's waist, pickpocketed the bag and ran away with it. No remorse or guilt came… he kept this streak to the point he was partially supplementing his parent’s income by changing the ledgers or adding a few gold coins here and there. This continued for a few more years till he was caught when trying to pickpocket a noble. The noble smote the foal across the face a few times before throwing him into a prison.

There in the terrible filthy cell he was not alone but rather he was with a few other highway stallions, a pirate, and a grave robber. Spending whole days just lying in the hay with the other stallions allowed them to tell great stories of their lives. After a week past Tombstone asked several stallions to teach him their trade. There in the darkness he learned valuable skills on how to fight, lock picking, where most stash their loot and how to do it all in the stealthy nature needed. Lacking experience the Tombstone struggled through their harsh training regime till the day came the guard unlocked the door and let the now eighteen year old out. Thrown out of the prison, down the steps of the castle and into the mud below. Even then a flame of life was inside Tombstone’s heart, from there he went straight away to the mountains where was said a hidden crypt laid between the snowcapped mountains. Quite foolhardy he wandered the mountains till his hope was almost lost but suddenly an avalanche nearly claimed his life save for him being flung deep into a cave. In the darkness he wandered till he found what he had been looking for. A light in the top of the cave showed the way inside to where riches could be found and a cutie mark appeared on his flank.
Ever since that day he has been training hard and keeps to the code of thieves. A gentle stallion of sort but firmly rooted in his place, fighting dagger and hoof for his way to succeed. The name came later on as the newspapers described him as a tombstone robber probably working as a hired blade. He shortened the phrase to a new name, Tombstone Blade.

Personality: Tombstone conducts himself as a gentle stallion wherever he goes, a bit of a deviant fiend and flirty to those mares who come his way but his whole personality changes when he goes into battles. The thrill excites him, the prospect of challenging himself against death and destruction alike sends him with a smirk on his face and life in his eyes. Free spirited and a rogue to the end there will be a grin on his face when he does meet his end.

Current Home: Usually in an inn or on the side of the road where the coin carries him.

Misc: He doesn’t know if he will ever settle down… always a free spirit on the road of life.

The Adept wrote:

Name: Tombstone Blade

Approved, with gusto.

Name: Black Rose La Shade
Race: Unicorn
Age: 26
Mane: Flowing coal black with hues of dark purple laced into the rich black color. The purple hue creates an almost shiny look to the dull black. Two stripes of fluorescent green run at angles from each other down his mane but each line passes right next to his ears. The lines cross back over to where an image of his family crest which is a book cover covered in incomprehensible writings and a candle resting on a skull.
Coat: The coat his a darker raven black without the same hues of purple on the inside but there is a tiny bit of dark grey in the black. His coat is a tiny bit coarse and thicker yet his fur seems so well defined no one would notice it. Two lines of darker gray run from the base of his neck to the end of his tail on top his back.
Cutie mark.: It is a gruesome picture, a pony skeleton who is rising out of the earth with its bony arms stretched out holding a book in its hooves. Through the skeleton is a long ballista shot which pierced entirely the white bones in its chest. The visage and face the skeleton has is only death, nothing else once remained of the figure rising from the grave.
Extra details that aren't needed but are nice to add:
He has a succubus pony slave by the name Ivory, normally she just stays around his castle and waits for her master’s call but sometimes follows him when he allows it. Looking very much like a demon from the abyss itself, he enjoys taking her for whatever act he can conceive.
He normally wears a long flowing black robe with elaborate silver designs on the broad and hems only on the front. In between the broad and hem is two smaller lines meandering their way down. A small pair of golden skull boletes attached to the shoulders hold up a black cape with a purple interior. Three green gems rest at triangle point on chest and one below his neck.
He owns a castle lain deep within the swamps, except it is hidden within a grand cavern that keeps all from finding his house of refuge from the light. The castle, built along the floor with grand spires shining their green light into the eternal darkness all around. There is a quicker way to get there, an object he has tied a portal to, and he can take up to eight ponies or others at a time.

Distinguishing Features: The biggest distinguishing feature is the fact he is so dark and the sheer visage of supposed nobility surrounds his every step. If one would look around his neck or on his back there are silver pieces of jewelry and a large staff with a twin scythe blade attached to the top. The jiggle of trinkets attached to the scythe ringing out like the terrible last tolls of the nightfall bell and a crow standing on the shorter blade.
Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): His biggest power of raising the dead came from books his ancestors long ago who wrote down their diabolic and unholy acts into magical books past down from generation to generation till being the last of his family. The books and scrolls fell into his hooves to which he spent years reading and understanding how to bring back the dead. His power over the dead is somewhat weaker than a full necromancer but he can bring back lower end dead such as ghosts, zombies, skeletons, and the occasional wright. The rest of his powers reside in the spells he has learned, though many of them do not inflict damage they drain the abilities away from his foes. Fear, weakness, and suffering… all tools bending to his will and have devastating results on the weak and troubled. Though he has learned how to turn himself into a wright but at a great cost, he can't do magic and he is quite big so hitting him is easier for the trade of strength and size for an attack.
Weaknesses: Being a creature to the darkness, any sort of light spell harms him and inhibits his dark spells to the point he would be reduced to a simple pony again. His strength and agility are not the best so any pony that can get him down will most likely be able to defeat him or get him to surrender. He cannot raise the dead unless there are some around and he can only raise a portion of the fallen dead after they are killed.
Occupation: Necromancer/Dark Wizard
Gear: A bronze cracked bell laced with images of the dead rising from their grave. A large staff with a scythe at the top, and a leather bound book with heavy clasps attached to his side by a chain.
History: His family always did enjoy their seclusion from the rest of the world, of course when one does something that is considered unholy and a damnation one tends to hide from the world. Black Rose was the only child… his mother dying a few years after his birth, and his father driven mad by his ever-thirsting quest for the power located within those magical books. This left the foal time to explore the castle and keep his nanny “Rachel” the mare skeleton, chasing after him wherever he went. The dead never bother him but they did play many games of hide and go seek to which the skeletons, and ghosts often won while the zombies did never last long in the games. Black Rose enjoyed every game he ever played with those dead… it was the only thing that comforted him as his father entirely left his life.
The dead never minded the extra chore of playing with their new little master. A few zombies were even dedicated to watching the young foal but more often the zombies would just get confused. Months turned to years as the little foal began to grow up. The dead pushed the little master to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a necromancer but this time not go to the madness his father did. Black rose studied those book much like his father did, looking over those tomes with the desire to learn more and more. Teaching himself did have some practical issues but through hard work and determination he figured out each step to becoming a Necromancer.
As the training improved he learned how to use his magic more and more to the point he grew up. Become a powerful wizard ready to fight the very light.

Personality: He is a bit of a heart throb, he loves to mess with people and use a bit of power to make his way through whatever is in his path. Arrogant and sometimes a little crazy when it comes to his profession through he is a bit of a fiend.  
Current Home: His castle under the swamp
Misc: He wants the eternal gift of immortality and the power to claim a small part of the world for himself.
He usually followed by an entrance of ghost who protect his every moment but often they hide out of sight just waiting to strike.
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Name: Fine Fantasy

Race: unicorn

Age: 19

Mane: dark reddish-brown, with a deep blue streak; typically in a ponytail

Coat: very pale... beige, I suppose?

Cutie mark: a white quill

Extra details: dark brown eyes; amethyst necklace (which happens to be magical but Fantasy often forgets it exists)

Distinguishing Features:

Specialty: fictional writing; prophetic dreams, conditions vary from thread to thread; pocket dimension: not within her control and sucks her in when her life’s endangered (has a delayed reaction, though, so it wouldn’t save her from a decapitation or a spear through the chest)

Weaknesses: Fantasy’s very inexperienced with magic; she has no sense of smell; she’s severely allergic to daisies; she’s stubbornly insecure and fairly ignorant on most subjects

Occupation:

Gear:

History:

Fantasy wasn’t a pony. She was a human from Earth. A Brony.

She was on a trip with her family, on a tour through one of England's old castles. Through clumsiness (she was twirling her keychain on her finger and flung it quite a distance), she found a room at the bottom of a tower, which, according to the tour guide, had been declared forbidden and unholy by the church hundreds of years ago, and so had suffered severe neglect.

In that room, she came across a spellbook of Starswirl's (from before Starswirl was an experienced sorcerer), which, as old, fragile, and burnt as it was, still had an active spell on it. The spell was supposed to allow Starswirl to briefly visit another world then return to Equestria, as long as (Celestia made him add this precaution) there were good-hearted beings, and only good-hearted beings, within the spell's proximity. However, as the portal opened up, it sucked the book out of Starswirl's grip and left it abandoned on the other side.

And there, Fantasy was in its proximity, she had picked the book up, and the spell finally completed its job as a portal opened right above Fantasy's head and sucked her right up.

And as she was taken to Equestria, she was turned into a pony. And it was not a painless transformation: Fantasy felt every bone, muscle, tendon, and organ shift, grow, shrink, stretch, and reform itself to become a pony’s. That’s not even mentioning the magical burning she got from the old, unstable portal.

She exploded into Equestria. In the throne room. Basically shot Celestia off her throne like a bazooka. While she was unconscious, Celestia ordered her taken into the royal infirmary immediately, and the book, which was now burnt to a crisp, she took to her own room. It took her a week to wake up, and when she did she explained to Celestia everything that happened, where she was from, and, inevitably, what a "Brony" was.

Celestia promised to help Fantasy get back home, and while she was stuck there she could stay in a guest room in the castle.

However, after nearly a year, Celestia has to admit defeat: she can’t replicate the spell that had been in the book, nor can she make a new one to get Fantasy back to the correct universe. She can’t find, let alone connect, to Fantasy's universe without endangering Equestria. Celestia has yet to break this to Fantasy.

Personality: kind, creative, diligent (sometimes obsessive and perfectionistic), honest, accepting and open-minded, forgetful, indecisive, very ignorant, very stubborn, very gullible (yet distrusting), is a worry pony, and has periods of severe self-beration and very low confidence

Current Home: Canterlot Castle

Misc: is Aspergic; her tail thumps when she's aroused.

The Adept wrote:

Name: Black Rose La Shade

I think you've just buried my weird-o-meter so had it broke but... approved. Remember not to panic next time.

veryveryfluttershy wrote:

Name: Fine Fantasy

Squee! ^_^

Quote :

Misc: her tail thumps when she's aroused.

Like a dog? Adorabu. ^.^

Approved of course.

Name: Lagnia (signs his name as λαγνεία)

Race: Kirin/demon

Age: 38

Mane: Long and white, occasionally tied back or braided

Coat: Iris (purple)

Cutie mark: A normal pentagram, seemingly drawn with chalk

Extra details that aren't needed but are nice to add: He has a set of straight horns jutting backwards, rooted behind his ears. He wears a silver ring on each horn that have bright pink tassels hanging down and a bright pink hair ribbon. His eyes are purple.

Distinguishing Features: He wears a bright pink kimono that seems to be made for a mare and leaves the majority of his body to the imagination. He also looks very effeminate

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): Lagnia can regenerate from wounds relatively fast, but any serious injuries require high end healing spells. His demonic magic takes place in three forms. His ability to conceal his demonic presence, the ability to subtly mind control via eye contact, near immunity to mind control and the ability to shoot hellfire out of his ‘hands’. As the son of a merchant, he has extensive social etiquette training on how to act as a guest and how to act as a host, and he’s extremely hard to convince of a deal. Also as per tradition, he is taught to use the tanegashima, not to a great degree, but he can use it effectively out to 75 meters

Weaknesses: He’s not very athletic nor is he a very good melee fighter, having to move away from enemies to attack if he doesn’t want to be overwhelmed. He’s mainly a merchant and a socialite, relying heavily on his demonic powers to help with deals, so if anyone appears to be immune, he will most likely be thrown off of his game.

Occupation: A Merchant and a dancer on the side

Gear: Lagnia normally doesn’t carry much on him other than a makeup kit, a few talismans, a pair of fans, a wakizashi and enough bits to buy something nice. All of his clothing is enchanted to stay clean, no matter what.

He owns his very own tanegashima rifle. He has had multiple alterations to the rifle, including adding a sight and having the barrel rifled for more accurate shots. He loads it with paper cartridges that have the bullet and the powder in it. It’s normally stored in a case, and he has a box of the paper cartridges with 50 of them inside, ready to load.

His main ‘gear’ is a massive airship made to carry large amounts of cargo and bits for trade. It’s built to be very durable, but has absolutely no weapons, relying on hired guards to defend it from anyone trying to attack. Lagnia is able to pilot the ship, but doesn’t do it often, due to the fact that he’s normally making estimates or treating guests.

History: Lagnia was once a fledgling demon down in the depths of Tartarus, practicing with his seemingly immense demonic powers. Before he was even ready to go out into the world and exploit mortals, however, he was summoned by a wealthy kirin merchant. The merchant, Golden Claw, was never able to have foals, as he seemed infertile, so he hired a few mages to summon a young demon from Tartarus, and had them mind wipe Lagnia, disguise him as a kirin and implant false memories in the poor demon so he wouldn’t suspect a thing. Lagnia is the rather effeminate son of a merchant prince (Or merchant king, really) named Golden Claw, who lived a heavily cultured, well adjusted and rather safe childhood. Golden Claw had really made a name for himself in trading spices, silk, and strangely enough, doors with Equestria. Lagnia took up the business at around age 26, standing in for Golden Claw in the trade to Equestria, since Golden Claw needed to stay back in the base of operations back in the ‘Dragon Lands’ to manage his growing merchant empire. Lagnia has worked the Equestria route for 12 years now, and never seems to tire of it, always finding some sort of adventure along the way.

Personality: He is subtle and reserved, keeping his air of mystery in public to keep up with his ‘exotic’ appearance. He’s very much about haggling, and will be reluctant to make a deal without at least getting a 55-45 deal. Outside of business, he’s very laid back, but still keeps the air of an elegant and courteous host.

Current Home: His merchant airship

Misc: His airship is staffed by fellow kirins hired on to protect the cargo and operate the airship. They are all armed with tanegashima rifles and they’re all trained to defend it at a moment’s notice.

Wiserodin032402 wrote:

Name: Lagnia (signs his name as λαγνεία)

Good lord, Wise... this is so win. In fact, it's...

Name: Blue Sensation

Race: Unicorn

Age: 34

Mane: Amber

Coat: Blue

Cutie mark.: An arrangement of four dazzling sparkles.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): A cunning pony with a well practiced talent for forging others writing. Not only having words at his advantage, he possesses knowledge of law, medicine and architecture, as well as skill at sport and the diluted forms of physical and magical combat played as such.

Weaknesses: His personal conduct is rather appalling, meaning that when he opens his mouth any good impression is surely ruined. Being so active and brilliant is rather exhausting, so he is prone to headaches and poor quality sleep. Easily startled.

Occupation: Nobility

Gear: None

History: His mother started formally educating him when he was just 3 years old. He was thrown into the deep from a great height and studied several famous classical works with his mother’s help. It was hard for him, too hard for him. But he quickly caught on to the fact that showing his intelligence got him his mother’s affection while failure only brought about neglect and slight emptiness.  

He managed to enroll into Celestia’s school, though by how much of his own merits it was uncertain. When he was told he could do anything, it settled well with him. With all the attention he was receiving for his talents, the words “You’re the best” became more and more true in his mind. This meant that he didn’t  play very nice with all the all the other children. It was when the notion came to his mind that he might not be some amazing prodigal talent, he might have just had a rather large head start on other ponies. Scared of this idea, he purposely tried to keep down the other kids, employing the same tactics his parents used on him, the hot and cold approach. They were all smart kids though, and more than one saw through him. Blue’s parents eventually had to pull him out of the school when his behaviour became a problem. They punished him harshly and with force for this, but his father also told Blue he should thank him, as he would now be educated by him. He chose violence over the attention depriving methods his mother employed, this worked equally well.

A key moment in his life was when he was sat in the garden of his family home, relaxing and looking up to the sky, his flank bruised from discipline, he felt the need to ask the sky if he really was better than everypony else like he kept being told.

As if nodding in response, the wind blew.

This led to him reaffirming his efforts, and after years of training for the world of nobles and government business, a healthy and successful young adult Blue emerged. It was there his family's support in anything aside from his name was cut off. He rose to the challenge of having to prove himself before having the privileges he previously enjoyed returned to him. Despite treatment that some may have cried abuse at, he held no bitterness to his parents for any of it, for it certainly worked.

Blue began his career as an assistant in the palace library. For a first job it was more than he could ask for, as it was enjoyable to bring order to things and to help other ponies better themselves through study, as long as they were not competing in fields with him at least, still retaining his habit to try and put others down so he could go up. He held back and was awarded a position as a minor legislator where he made waves but was ultimately treading water.

The return of the princess Luna proved an opportunity for him. It took much convincing, but Celestia vouched for Luna to take him in, not seeing the colt that had been pulled out from the school of which she was a patron. He lasted a total of six days in his position before he was dismissed. Not as though he wished to keep the post regardless as he found Luna to be an imbecile who always disregarded his advice, taking it only when there was overwhelming support. He was still not embittered however, for he had learned plenty in a small amount of time. He had  now had seen Luna’s signature, which he put great effort into being able to imitate, seeing a use in being able to do so

Rejected from his desired path, he did not so much as bat an eyelash. If they were not capable of seeing his greatness then so be it.  He was now able of the age and experience to access what his heritage had to offer him regardless, so began to work on improving his own house and land rather than another's nation.  

Personality: Blue clearly has some sort of megalomaniac psychological disorder. He has convinced himself that he is some sort of “chosen one” that is the greatest mind of his age, the one who is destined for something greater. He is absolutely convinced of his own superiority and always manages to find a way to blame others for his failures. Himself or his family will always factor into anything that comes from his mouth. If he does not get included in any conversation he wishes to partake in then he will act whiny and entitled, trying to make it seem like talking to him is a service.

He is arrogant, petty, and rarely respects those around him.  He will smile at those which are apparently his superiors, and can be quite friendly to those he deems to be somewhat near to his level, but condescension is only ever a small step away.  

Always seems to be incredibly on edge around ponies larger than and often flinches when they make sudden moves. His mane plays a great part in being able to observe his mood. He pulls it as an expression of nervousness, but only flicks through it when he has confidence.    

Current Home: Holds residence within the Canterlot district though his family home resides in the west of Equestria.

Misc: Claims that his family his the reason the word sensational holds the meaning it does.

Name: Pretty Bird
   Race: Murder of Crows
   Age: ???
   Extra details that aren't needed but are nice to add:
   Distinguishing Features: A murder of sapient mind-linked crows is pretty distinguishing.
   Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): Pretty Bird, as a sapient murder of crows, has a major advantage in its ability to cover ground and keep watch in every direction. Being a swarm, it has no real body, allowing it to avoid more precise attacks. By keeping the main group back, it can also scout more or less unnoticed in unsuspecting regions.
Its main and most fearsome ability though, is its magic. Specifically, its necromancy. Through ritualistic, synchronized dances and 'songs' Pretty Bird is able to perform powerful, large scale necromantic spells. Of course, the cyclone of crows often makes these spells easily visible, but there is seldom anything left to spread this information once it is done.
It also possesses a total immunity to plagues of sicknesses. Those specifically made using detailed knowledge of its magic could potentially affect it, but anything not made with it specifically in mind will be powerless. It can also incorporate other crows and ravens into its hivemind, increasing its power. Crows or ravens already possessing a sapience beyond that of the norm (norm being both inside the everfree and the level of intelligence Fluttershy works with) require magic rituals to incorporate, and can potentially affect Pretty Bird’s core mind with their own quirks once assimilated. For this reason, Pretty Bird rarely tries to incorporate other fully sapient entities into its mind.
   Weaknesses: Pretty Bird's spells are quite loud as they involve tens, sometimes hundreds of crows 'singing' in unison. Also, the intelligence and magical power of Pretty Bird is directly proportional to the number of crows in the swarm, meaning that attacks which take out large groups of the murder will rapidly reduce Pretty Bird.
   Occupation: Ravaging the countryside and chowing down on their zombie minions when they get hungry.
   Gear: Inside the Tower: A large amount of alchemical equipment, most of it very high quality. An extensive tea set that has been modified for a single crow to be able to prepare excellent cups of tea. And also totally incompatible for creatures without hooves or telekinesis, a library of ancient tomes that ii has been working towards learning by incorporating more and more crows, and a large room for summoning demons.
   History: Pretty Bird began its life as the familiar of a powerful necromancer. A demon of Hunger incarnate, bound in the body of a crow, it struggled against the bonds of servitude for many years. After awhile though, it began to learn. Through mundane observation, late night peeks at notes, and the empathic bond with its master, Pretty Bird was able to learn a wide variety of spells, though it primarily focused on necromancy. After awhile, it was able to animate and control its own undead, separate form its master. In return for this power and knowledge, its master gained a strong boost in mana. However this was not enough for him. He was coming to the end of his life span, and sought the transition to lichingdom. To perform the ritual, he required mana far beyond even what Pretty Bird could provide. To this end, he attempted to bind eight more crows at once. The endeavor was foolish from the start,  the spell matrix primarily guesswork. Desperation and paranoia had made an impatient, sloppy mage of the once cunning and meticulous necromancer. The ritual consumed his body and mana, using it to fuel the parameters of its programming. Instead of binding the demons to crows to the necromancer, it fused the demons with Pretty Bird and linked the resulting mind with each crow body. Having the most developed personality beyond a simple trait (pride, greed, hunger, etc.) Pretty Bird was able to struggle to the surface and form the primary basis for the end result. The new and (arguably) improved demon bird remained at the lab for several more days, devising a ritual to incorporate other crows and demons into its mass much more efficiently, and without risk of contamination to the core mind. As long as demons and mundane fauna were the only thing added, there was no significant risk of contamination. The type of demon would strengthen that particular personality trait, but as long as it kept the ratio balanced it could come out relatively unchanged in mind, but significantly stronger in body and spirit.
After awhile though, Pretty Bird became hungry, extremely so. It discovered that reanimated flesh tasted just as good as inert flesh, and allowed them to reclaim some of the animating magic as well. In order to ensure the entire murder could be fed, Pretty Bird began sending hordes of zombies to attack the local countryside. IT continues to do that to this day. Once it has eaten its fill, it disperses across the land and regathers at it’s tower.
   Personality: Pretty Bird is a capricious, temperamental bird. Its priorities from greatest to least are magic, food, and safety. It is willing to make and break deals at anytime for the purposes of ensuring these three interests are met. When encountering those who have already been determined to have unique knowledge, especially magical knowledge, it is very polite and cordially, even offering them perfectly safe tea.
   Current Home: An ancient mage’s tower hidden in the Trottingham Countryside. Disguised as a ruined, crumbling fort.
   Misc: People who feed birds at least one a week are not attacked by undead or crow unless provoked. People who feed crows every day are not attacked unless they threaten Pretty Bird's core mind or its home.

Name: Summer Breeze
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Mare
Species: Pegasus
Cutie Mark: Zephyr (Blue green wavy west wind symbol)
Eyes: Turquoise
Mane: Light Blue Green
Tail: Light Blue Green
Coat: Light Grey
Bio: Summer Breeze was born in Cloudsdale to Gentle Breeze (Father) and his wife, Sky Breeze. She has three other siblings: Autumn, the eldest Pegasus, Winter, and the youngest, Spring. Summer is older than Spring, but younger than Autumn and Winter. The family eventually moved to Ponyville, but as the children grew up and pursued their interests, Summer wanted to do something special.

One day, it was the start of the Summer Sun Celebration, and Princess Celestia arrived to signal the start of the Longest Day. She noticed the young Summer Breeze in the crowd and requested a private meeting before the ceremony. After talking to the young filly, Celestia wanted Summer to fly over the crowd just as the sun was rising above the horizon. Summer was elated and told the Princess she would do her best.

When the time was right, Summer flew over the crowd at the given signal and her Cutie Mark appeared. Her family and of course, Princess Celestia, was very happy that Summer learned a valuable lesson in Friendship: Be true to yourself and always trust in your family and friends to help you out!

Summer and her sister Spring ended up moving to their new home as they were able to get one built. It is near their parents' home where their older siblings live. They still come over to visit and hang out whenever they can.

Occupation: Summer works at the weather factory with her sister, Spring. They help with the cloud factory and make sure there is enough water to make the clouds.

Chowatron wrote:

Name: Blue Sensation

Approved

Lorthalis of Crows wrote:

Name: Pretty Bird

I have no words. This runs away with the award for the most bizarre thing I've seen in this group that there's no reason to withhold approval from. I am squicked; character approved.

Summer_Breeze wrote:

Name: Summer Breeze

Simple, straightforward, unobjectionable. Character approved.

Name: Bacchus

Race: Thestral

Age: 24

Mane: Navy blue, medium-length, always combed.

Coat: Grey.

Cutie mark.: A bottle of wine, with a drop of dark red fluid at the tip of the bottle's neck. A bunch of grapes settled beside the bottle.

Extra details that aren't needed but are nice to add: He enjoys a good book.

Distinguishing Features: He is very handsome.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): He is very good at making a wide variety of wines, be it a replica of other wineries' wines, or his own unique wines, as well as him being a good talker, helping him make better deals on sales. He is also very fit, and is rather quick on his hooves.

Weaknesses: He  may be smart and quick, but for as fit as he is, he isn't the strongest about.

Occupation: Co-owner of a Wine Company. Also a Canterlot Noble.

Gear: He is usually seen wearing a suit. Plenty of bits are always on hoof.

History: Bacchus and his sister were born in Canterlot within minutes of one another, and they grew up as the closest of siblings, going through school and sports together, and even going through college together, so that they may work together for the company they had ideas for. And as their business succeeded, they bought themselves a large, two story home to share, the twins not minding being so close together, but through their lives of doing everything together, they had grown closer than just brother and sister, and one could say that they were in love, and it would be true, even if they would deny it themselves, and just say that family meant everything to them. To this day, they still work with their company, making plenty of money to keep themselves comfortable.

Personality: He is a very calm and collected stallion, never really overreacting to things, and is usually rather quiet, unless he's attempting at a deal to sell his wines, then he's a little more direct and talkative.

Current Home: Canterlot.

Misc: He loves his sister dearly.