Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2016 5:20:39 GMT -6
||| Hlow the Hollow |||
{Art by Dormin-Kanna, I do not own this nor am I ever going to be that good.}
#Name; Hlow (Hu-lloh)
#Age Group ; Adult
#Orientation; Pansexual
#Gender ; Male? Female? Whatever gets the hearts throbbing~ (Typically identifies as male on odd days, female on even days. Oh. For you? Just call them either one! We'll go with male for this application.)
#Species; Changeling
#Cutie Mark ; Whatever I feel like stamping on myself today.
#Occupation ; Devourer of Love and part time why-have-one-job-when-you-can-have-any-job-you-want?
#Powers and Abilities ; Why of course, the typical powers shared by all changelings apply for them. The ability to fly, make use of illusions and basic telekinesis. However, Hlow's magical prowess is spent partially on their illusion magic, where they mostly focus on creating enchanting displays of light and sound in order to create more dramatic effects around their chosen victim. The rest of their prowess? Fire magic. When the going gets tough, the tough summon stationary pillars of smoke out of the ground (within a 30ft radius and fuelled by small green surface-flames) in order to be as difficult to get to as possible. They also make great covers for an escape.
Additionally, they have the rather nasty ability to wreathe themselves in these flames. By far their most unexpected ability yet is what they dub their "'lovebite' kiss", which subsequently sets their unfortunate kissee on fire. Better aim for a bucket of water.
Hlow's true strength comes from his ability to adapt and portray a wild variety of different personas , some he gets VERY well into. He has the ability to keep his disguises up for a long time with little visible effect on him, relying on his acting skills to get him the rest of the way.
#Physique ; Finely built, curvaceous yet muscular, largely elegant
#Mane and fur color and style ; Mane and tail are a deep neutral grey that fades into a more ashen colour along the edges. Both his mane and tail are typically kept in a variety of styles, most commonly a very prim and fancy style with his mane kept on the shoulder side and both bobbed and wavy. Despite this, it typically seems to have solid holes missing from it....which does tend to add to the general style. His body/chitin is a fine lighter black colour whilst his wings are a phasing green.
#Eye color ; His eye typically appears to be a faded green, the changeling's iris dual-layered between said faded green and a deeper emerald colour. They appear to bare a very thinly slitted pupil.
#A more thorough description (optional) ;
Few ponies ever get the opportunity to gaze upon the truest form of Hlow 'the Hollow', for those that are often times either so perceptive they've seen through his cunning ways, lulled him into a state of laziness, triggered one of his many tantrums or in order to be shown the face of whom it was that tricked them. Those that do may have mixed reactions. Hlow's true form is rather splendid for a changeling. Thoroughly elegant and well kept, the love of his own physical appearance shines through. His carapace his healthy and rather shiny, his legs rather excessively dotted with multiple molting holes and despite this, he carrys himself rather high.
A firm, lengthy and blunt snout presents itself in beautiful glory, with two rather vicious looking fangs descending from his upper canines (a rather fearsome sight, if his overall appearance and lips didn't make them look so small) with facial features and a general body shape that perfectly blends masculine and feminine features, complete with a long and wavy mane of grey hair, withered looking, lengthy and rather cleft ears alongside a very long and free-flowing grey tail and jagged levin-bolt shaped horn. Truely a b-e-a-utiful sight to behold (well, for the horrifying looking things changelings are), this elegant creature's appearance channels a blend of masculinity and feminine beauty, perfectly encapsulating their persona and their masquerade.
#Personality ;
"My, oh, my, deary. Look at you~! Are you feeling...down in the dumps today? There, there. Why don't you settle down and...come close to me. That's right. Snuggle right up, sugar. Maybe...brush my mane for a few hours? Talk about how well I danced last night? Please, please, do NOT be modest~! Who knows...? I might even listen to how your day went! Hehehohoho~"
There is certainly something to be said about someone who spends most of their day brushing themselves (regardless of form) and holding such a deep admiration of themselves. The question rises when it comes to personality - Hlow himself? Or perhaps their many, many alter egos?
The true Hlow is...full of themselves to say the least. Yet suave and charming to the nth degree. When a situation comes along, when a new person is in their sight their will is to please them as much as possible. They seek to be sociable, regardless of their feelings towards the other person. They could be enemy #1 , top of the list of people whom are going to get hurt, yet they will always approach them with a dazzling smile, a body filled with grace and motion and several unabashedly sly comments.
Sly, an amazing way to describe Hlow.
They cannot resist the opportunity to kiss up to someone...but they also cannot resist the opportunity to deconstruct them, understand how a person thinks and feels...see what makes them weakest and keep that stored away in their mind. The changeling has little concept of shame or inhibition. They seek to be loved by ALL and will do their best to budge them in the right direction. They enjoy flirting with every single breath, showing off their beautiful body (or bodies) and partaking in ritualistic flexing, posing, dramatic mane waving, immaculate dance moves and biting down on wild flowers whilst giving a knowing look. Given the opportunity to be themselves, Hlow will act as if they have already won. They will act as if no one is beyond their reach, that you WILL adore them and find every last inch of them utterly glorious. In disguise? At times, this attitude tends to slip on through, with compliments made towards their appearance charming them almost instantly.
That being said, the hard part comes from actually caring in the long run. Like all changelings, he is a fantastic lier and lives to deceive. Love is his food source both for physical means and fuelling his endless ego. His relationship with most ponies begins and ends with that desire, the desire to feel worshipped, the desire to feel he can fill a void within someone's heart. He enjoys that sensation, the feeling of someone looking at them with those loving eyes...hearing them share their deepest feelings, their worldly desires. The more desperate their situation and few their choices, the better. He sups upon their love and often leaves the victim be, allowing their memory to germinate inside of them like a seed, waiting until the right moment where their longing for them has risen before returning to harvest them once more.
In case that wasn't obvious, Hlow is callous. He often finds the begging and clinging to be utterly hilarious and will often have a good chuckle when he gets a moment aside. He feels very little remorse when it comes to leaving ponies alone and to their own devices after he has had his fill...typically because he does not stick around to see what his actions bring. Additionally, he feels very little remorse for the people who caused his own 'family' such great pain.
That said, he doesn't hate them enough not to want their attention. Anyone willing to compliment him or even show they aren't a wet blanket is typically 'good' in their books, so long as they know what they are getting into. Mostly because of Hlow's rather sensitive nature. Which is to say - they tend to take insults and criticism as well as a blow to the head. Sleights against them - ESPECIALLY their appearance , regardless of forms - are typically met with a very quickly growing anger, which can very quickly turn into open rage and flying directly into a tantrum, either violently defending themselves or...violently defending themselves. This likewise extends to any circumstances where his plans are foiled, where another is on to his games or schemes and even when being beaten in some sort of competition. Bitter and angry, he typically resorts to revenge in some sort of nasty, ironic way. In particular a quick trigger is any form of direct insult towards his kind and INFINITELY so if directed towards his Queen.
It wouldn't be completely unheard of for them to have flown out of disguise specifically to shove an elegant hoof up someone's throat for trying to bad-mouth his Queeny. When around his own kind, however? He tends to be far more behaved...if not still trying to catch their attention like a hyperactive pup, he becomes more docile, less prone to outbursts.
#History ;
"ALL SHALL LOVE ME AND DESPAIR!"
Who is it that you truly love? Ask yourself that. Some people will instantly claim their relatives are the ultimate entities that show them their purest, unconditional love. Others believe that their husband or wife provides them a level of understanding and affection above that of relatives. Other believes it is their friends...the truly bold even say that everyone is the source of this love.
For them? For the one called Hlow? Love is a hive, filled with 'family' and relatives. Ruled over by a powerful mother, a matron they could all respect and care for. She was always their centre, always the pinnacle of what they strived to be. She was beautiful, she was absolute and she had the potential to rule EVERYTHING. And then they...-THEY- defeated her. They shattered her. They HURT her. Hurt HIS 'mommy dearest', his QUEEN Chrysalis. They failed. They all failed. The hive was shattered, where order and a stable plan once existed...now chaos ruled in it's wake. It was undignified. It was sick. And they all had to pay for their transgressions.
See, back in the day, Hlow was a steadfast scout, a quick learning, talented individual within his hive that ended up finding plenty of valuable sources of love. Just as he was good at finding it, he was good at extracting it, capable of working fast and rather effectively...there was little he would not do in order to make his people comfortable. His Queen, whom he insistently (And affectionately) called 'Mother Dearest', 'Momsy Dearest' or 'Dearest Mother' , was the paragon of what he lived up to be. Looking absolutely wonderful, planning grand schemes...far reaching, ingenious, aggressive...she assimilated other hives into their collective and she grew more and more loved. He found fellowship amongst his own, joining in with his people to learn and grow. In his youth, he learned from one of his own hive's best scouts - the perfect art of mastering the use of one's own arcanophore in order to change shape quickly and reliably whilst reserving as much energy as possible. With the help of family members, a sweet smile, saccharine words and a talent for telling creative lies, he was quickly becoming quite the little progeny.
And he could have been beautiful. He could have had a fantastic future within his hive, living life to the fullest with plenty of people to fall back on and tell him he looked beautiful that morning.
And then, of course, that dream died. That dream was shattered. That dream was annihilated until he and his own were forced into hiding. The pain he felt still resides with him , but...one cannot let something like this completely destroy his life. Why not just lay down and die, then? No, no. Plenty of fish in the sea. Plenty of new opportunities. He set out, seeking those who would adore him and suckle their love from their bodies. Living day by day, enjoying all the possibilities a shapeshifter can find within life...whilst at the back of his mind, he prays for the day to avenge his Queen. To find her again and worship her, promise her that he would never leave her side. He was still hers to command...
And on that little path, he would destroy the lives of those who would instil his people with such despair. Especially...him. The armoured one. Shining Armor. Him and all of his people. All of Canterlot. The day will come where their castle walls will crumble to dust. Where their people will flee in terror from the return of Queen Chrysalis. Where a new, towering hive will rise high above the land...
...And serve as a monument to their victory.
The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Venus, Vee, VJ.
#Age ; 21 years yould.
#Gender/Preferred Pronouns ; Manly Man
#How did you find us? ; Advert VIA AUTRP Forum
#Sample RP ;
"Y-You didn't even..." The voice came in loud and clear. Of course, this was the point where they all turned on the waterworks. Stallion or Mare, young or old, they all became very touchy once the distance was closed once more. How long ago did she leave them all alone in their little bakery, rolling their sweet bread dough and making up silly names for their fun snacks for the delight of everypony on the street? Ugh, search them - they were REALLY demanding. But, it was working out perfectly. One well placed trip and barely a word and their heart was swooning for their return.
It was simple enough to find something to his liking. He wanted a mare that was sweet, that was soft spoken and understanding. Shy in front of others, courageous with him - BECAUSE of him. Sometimes he mumbled these things in his sleep. The rest was easy to get out of him. It was one day that a demure young mare dragged herself in out of the rain, injured but happy to get some assistance. All it took was a few sweet smiles, a giggle or two at his jokes and he was eating out of her hoof like a braying moron. Oh how absolutely adorable, she actually liked him~! Hlow rarely felt that sort of touch without good reasons.
"D-Darling, come now...y-you know I had to mosey along. My mother, she was really sick. I told you about this...I might have to disappear for a few weeks." A sweet, husky voice emerged from the lips of a shorter, grey furred mare with a windswept, flowing mane. Her brilliant blue eyes looked up into the grey stallion's own, her front pressing up against his own, tears mixing in with the moisture of the all too familiar rain. The scents, the sounds, the situation was all too familiar. All so perfectly recreated by her. In truth, the rain had stopped several minutes ago. A well placed subtle illusion added that right little pitter patter, on loop until she said so. "How...c-could I ever leave you? Y-You're my sweetroll, my hotbun...You fill my life with purpose. You make me feel w-wanted. Without you I c-could never feel brave enough to do things. To try new things...t-to get creative. You made me who I am today..." Eyes gazed up at him, soulful and shimmering as she spoke gently. "I love you."
Her words alone brought an almost shattered realization to his eyes, the amorous desire within his heart. He had finally been reunited with her and all he could do was nuzzle her gently and promise her quietly that naught else shall before her. Oh, what a romantic little thing he was. She could feel her heart swell, fill with such heartfelt things as she looked to him and presented him with his kiss, a kiss for her wonderful prince...a kiss that felt so warm, his body heating up almost instantly. A wrong move could have lead her to causing more than a little warmth, but she held herself back. After all, in the ensuing moments of silent forgiveness and reunion, the tired and wet stallion barely noticed that his lover was in fact taking a deep breath inwards, taking in the smells around them...
... And all the desire he held within. Like a trailing shimmer of ephemora, it all slipped right into her. What he thought was a pleased sigh from her delight at returning home...was more the sort of sigh you'd get after a full course meal that left your belly full. He was certainly quite the filling one. Still plenty of love within him. Still plenty of heart to sup upon. And in time he would proide her with all she wants...until he is no longer useful.
"Hmhm...you know, darling, your eyes look absolutely beautiful today. And you seem to have more...grace to your steps."
HMmm...nevermind. Maybe keep him around a LITTLE while longer.