Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2014 5:15:14 GMT -6
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#Name; Jet Silvermane
#Age Group ; Late teen
#Orientation; Bisexual
#Gender ; Female
#Species; Changeling
#Cutie Mark ; Jet equips her appearance in pony form with a musical note on her flank.
#Occupation ; Singer, cook (she cooks a mean curry).
#Powers and Abilities ; Jet has the standard abilities of her Changeling heritage. She also has a fine singing voice.
#Physique ; Lean and wiry, although she is noticeably taller in her natural form.
#Mane and fur color and style ; In her pony form she has a long bright silver mane and silvery grey fur, in her natural form she has a long green mane and black fur.
#Eye color ; Green
#Other appearance details (optional) ; In her Changeling form Jet looks like a normal member of her species. She normally appears like a Earth Pony.
#A more thorough description (optional) ;In her pony form Jet has the looks of a Earth Pony who was raised on a farm. The only thing her appearances in pony and natural form have in common is the hair style and eye colour. She has a southern accent common to some Earth Ponies.
#Personality ;
Jet is torn between her biological nature and the way she was raised. Her parents (never adoptive parents, no matter the real circumstances) raised her to be friendly and quick to make friends but is always a little distant. Her friends where she grew up said there was always a barrier between her really opening up to them. Being, as she has put it on occasion, a parasite means that relationships tend to be fiery and over quickly. She has a quick temper and often has to get as far away from whatever is getting her angry to stop herself, as she puts it "going native" and attacking who or whatever is angering her.
Jet knows that she would likely be hunted down if other people realised what she was but this is countered by the need for her to be amongst people so that she can feed on their love. She has worked out how to feed on small amounts so that it is less obvious. This was easy when she lived with her adoptive parents but is more complicated now that she has left home. Her parents used to tell her that the open road was dangerous for a young pony. With her genetic tendencies things are only more complicated. Given a choice she would find somewhere in the middle of nowhere and keep herself to herself but that is impossible for her.
#History ;
Many years ago, a small farming community in the West of Equestria was plagued by sightings of a Changeling. When a group of ponies set out to find the monster one of them, Onyx Silvermane found the changeling dead having laid a single egg. When he picked the egg up it hatched, the hatchling Changeling looked at him and changed into a newborn pony.
Onyx is a good, kind but strong pony and ignored how dangerous the child could be when it looked at him. He took the child home to his wife and explained what had happened. They assumed the baby had somehow imprinted herself onto Onyx and decided they would look after her until she was old enough to be taken to somewhere better suited to looking after her.
That plan never came to fruition. Jet was raised on the farm (the excuse was given to thers that she was the daughter of Onyx's sister (who had recently passed away) and learned to be a good pony and always keep her true nature secret. She played with other ponies, went to school with them and sang in a choir with them, sometimes struggling to keep her real self in check and always succeeding.
All that changed after a army of Changelings invaded Canterlot during a royal wedding . Jet was panicked when rumours started circulating around town that teams of ponies from Canterlot would be coming to look for any hidden Changelings. While her parents reassured her that it was just a silly rumour Jet was terrified that her parents would be imprisoned or worse for keeping her for all the years she had been with them.
Jet decided to leave home that night, flying away in the night and trying to hide away from anyone as much as she could. Her need to feed caused her to travel from town to town, taking jobs and staying long enough to earn some money before moving on to somewhere new. She learned quickly that the Changeling hunters probably didn't exist but by that time she was so far away from home that she had doubts she could get back there without having to feed so she contiuned travelling.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; David
#Age ; 40
#Gender/Preferred Pronouns ; Male/He/His/Him
#How did you find us? ; Originally RPG-Directory but I play Fox Fire on the group already.
#Sample RP ;
As she landed, Jet looked around as the wings she had grown disappeared leaving her looking like a soaking wet pony. She had been planning to fly further but when she saw lightning strikes in the distance she decided to land near to a cave she had seen from above. She trotted to the cave, glad to get out of the rain then sat down, trying to figure out what to do next.
Her parents would probably be panicking by now. They had tried to reassure her that there was not groups of ponies hunting Changelings who had infiltrated the area before the invasion but Jet didn't want to risk them being in trouble because of her. Onyx could have left her when he found her or, worse (she shivered at the thought) but he took her, raised her to be the best she could be. That didn't stop the fact that she was not a pony, she was a parasite who fed on the love that her parents for some reason had for her. they had seen her trrough the dark times, helping her to keep control of herself and, now that she thought about if, constantly putting themselfves in danger from her and other people if they found out what she really was.
For all she knew, hunters were out there looking for her as she sat in the cave. She walked to the entrance and looked up as lightning split the air, flying any further that night was out of the question. She stepped back into the cave and checked the saddlebags she had brought with her. She had brought some food (although she gained no nutrition from them she still liked to eat proper food) and a blanket as well as a cloak to wear on nights like this. She frowned as she remembered that one of her friends had given her the cloak when she was stuck at her farm on a stormy night and had insisted on heading home regardless of the inclement weather. Her friend would never have understood that on stormy nights she sometimes had trouble keeping herself looking like a pony and the idea of going native in front of her was out of the question. Instead she had travelled home on hoof, ending up with a bad cold and a confused best friend.
The thought occured to her that she had probably been lucky to have not been outed at least once. She had made stupid mistakes when she dropped her guard for a moment. It was probably for the best that she had left when she did. It didn't make her feel any better but it seemed to make more sense.
Putting the cloak on, Jet walked out into the storm, unsure of where she was going but knowing that anywhere was likely to be better than this.
