Princess Luna Mar 9, 2016 0:26:57 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2016 0:26:57 GMT -6
Age Group: Adult Immortal
Occupation: Princess of the Night
Abilities: Dream Magic, Astrokinesis
Skills: Academics, Magic, Politics
Mane Color: Moderate Sapphire Blue
Fur Color: Dark Blue
Eye Color: Moderate Cyan
Historically, nopony's personality is more polarizing than Princess Luna's. Infamous for the most dramatic act of jealousy ever remembered, that led to a duel between her and her sister and her subsequent banishment, Luna's fearsome reputation as Nightmare Moon is guaranteed to precede her in almost any encounter. This unfortunate mark on her has in the past led her to lose her temper with ponies intimidated by her, which makes it difficult at times for her to emerge from the shadow of her reputation.
Increasingly, however, she has been able to show her personality as ponies have gotten used to her. She maintains the austere manner that served her well in the distant past, and so she often makes a cold impression as a Princess when she is focused on her duties. However, this steely diligence that comes over her is absentminded or unpleasant, but a reflection of her care for Equestria, even after all that has happened. Though she's recently had a major encounter with her guilt, at times, she still needs to work through fixations on redemption.
But what about when she can act and think outside the shadow of the past and the weight of her role? At that point, Luna can find a way to have a good time, calmly enjoying the fun in front of her, and given enough fun, she can become outright playful. For her, the prospect of being included in ponies' pleasant times is truly exciting, and no prospect is too simple, too small. Apart from giving her relief from her occasionally self-damaging trains of thought, it is a suggestion to where Luna is her most comfortable.
Luna wouldn't deny that she's a filly at heart, even now, and that part of her finds its expression as the protector of Equestria's dreams, especially with the young. She makes a point to visit fillies and colts that suffer from nightmares and help them find a resolution to what is haunting them. Often, when a young one is suffering nightmares from misdeeds, she takes a more active role, manipulating the nightmare to help teach the child about their mistakes and help them make the proper amends. She reflects that she wears her crown for the little ones the most.
History ... has never been an easy topic for Luna. Her poor relationship with it started in her youth, where she had no answer to fundamental questions about her life, such as where her and Celestia came from and whom their parents were. Those questions became even more bitter when it was clear that her and her sister were not going to age past certain years; it raised only more questions that they never found the answers to. Luna searched the stars and her world of dreams for even a lead to follow, but found nothing.
The Royal Sisters still found their fame, protecting and then governing a young, vast country of Equestria and then even becoming the two that moved day onto night and onto day again, year after year. They stopped the mad King Sombra and used the Elements of Harmony to encase Discord in stone. They shared victories, and yet, as Celestia ruled in the day, the old books still filled with Celestia's accomplishments and great politics while so few bothered with Luna. She felt that her past and future were both in the fog, and over the years, something dark grew within.
One night, that darkness emerged from its home in Luna's own dreams and overwhelmed her in every sense, and that night, she declared herself Nightmare Moon, and what happened then is now well-known. One-thousand years passed without Luna's touch in the world. Having returned, made herself again by the powers of the Elements of Harmony, she still has not spoken of the millennium at the Moon, becoming quite practiced by now at changing the subject to more important matters.
Luna has returned to and sought to revive the meaning of being the Princess of the Night, even if only she knows the full extent of that meaning. This is complicated by history of course, but also by just the sheer amount that the world has changed without her. Every place she used to hold dear is in ruin or reclaimed by nature, and trying to absorb the changes through a thousand years in every subject is a daunting task that she still has only scratched the surface of. Still, Luna recalls that she has her sister, though she fears just how much is different about them now.
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She stepped outside of her chamber door, and her blued silver shoe met the tile softly, and yet a heavy clink echoed throughout the hallway. Glittering water that somehow coated the tile splashed upwards as if she had pounded a wet drum. The water fell lazily, as if too proud of its strange shimmer to acknowledge such a droll thing as gravity. Princess Luna stepped again and again, her stride her usual collected pace of reserve, and yet the floor reverberated her passing.
Her path took her to the solar of the tower she shared with her sister. The room was normally a feast of cushions and blankets and other cozy things, all near to the fireplace. Celestia's favorite pair of reading glasses would sit next to a neglected cup of tea all night after she so often fell asleep in her silks and velvets all until Luna would wake her up to bring the dawn. What, she often wondered, would her sister think of the state of the solar as she saw it in the present moment?
The room was a wall-warped melt of velvets, the floor raised to suit the lay of swooned spines, the fireplace burning blue. As Luna stepped across the stumbling rendition of the room, the liquid splashing up turned deepest, coldest purple, the scent that tickled at her nose the foggy tinge of teak-barreled wine tossed to the streets. Her shoes dripped the wine that fell even slower and somehow more sharp, polluted amethysts drifting down to the shatter.
The oval glass door to the balcony opened to a prolonged, tired tenor groan from the hinges, sounding truly like the voice of the beleaguered and bested. As she walked out to the ancient stonework, she walked into snow that filled the air, but did not ever fall, frost frozen in time. She stopped at weathered edge of the balcony ruin, hundreds of feet of fall waiting for the unwary. Her eyes looked out, glowing like spell-light in the water. A strange world looked back, and she breathed deep.