OC Ponies

by Inkling Idea

Rating: everyone
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Length: 1980

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-19 02:55:08 UTC

Shadowed Silhouette

Name: Shadowed Silhouette

Hobbies/Interests: Chiptune music, poetry, lockpicking, finding out anything she isn't supposed to know, and how other ponies think and all of the tiny subconscious messages they send each other simply by their stance, voice tone, and facial expressions.

Strengths: Can asses even a dire a situation from a disconnected and unbiased point of view, almost subconsciously memorizes facts that she thinks could possibly be useful at some other time, has an amount of knowledge about healing herbs and poisons, cares deeply about any friends she makes even if she doesn't show it, very open minded to new ideas, is almost never tired at night, and only fears death because of the pain it brings to those who are left alive.

Weaknesses: Photophobic, almost always tired during the day, can be cold and sometimes even cruel to ponies she doesn't know, secretly enjoys watching most other ponies feel emotional or physical pain, is so terrified of hypodermic needles that she can hardly be in the same building as one without panicking, is very slow to trust anypony and can be overly suspicious, almost never talks to ponies she doesn't know well, sometimes messes with other ponies social lives for her own entertainment, absolutely HATES young foals (younger than Pipsqueak)  and has to restrain herself from snarling in digust whenever she sees one, she is usually a slow runner and a slow flier and she knows it so if she doesn't have a very good reason to go quickly she will walk or fly at her own pace.

Special power: The darker it is the sharper her senses are and the more energy she has, for example during the day she is tired, sluggish, and has slightly below average senses, at night when there is a moon she is around average, at night on a new moon she has very sharp senses and a lot of energy, in the pitch blackness of a cave her senses reach almost supernatural strength and she feels strong enough to fight a small manticore and win. Whenever she stands in the shadows she is almost completely invisible, her feathers are like an owls making her a silent flier, and she has excellent night vision.

Marefriend/Stallionfriend: She has had a crush on Star Hunter for a while but she isn't exactly good at talking to ponies so she hasn't said anything. (If you don't know who Star Hunter is here's an image

the picture is kinda over-sized but whatever...)

Background

Human name: Katrina Occulta

Past: Katrina, or Kat, was born in London and lived there quite happily until she was fifteen then, unfortunately, both of her parents were killed in a car crash and she had to be taken in by her grandmother in america.

Kat and her grandmother got along fine. Kat got good grades in school, and she seemed happy enough. She had stopped being the loud, funny, trusting, socially proficient person she had been before but she was happy enough for an orphan. Sadly Kat's grandmother was very old and her mind was beginning to fade.

By the time Kat was seventeen her grandmother had died from falling down a staircase and she was passed on to her great aunt, who no more than a month later died of ethylene glycol poisoning. After that Kat lived with her great uncle who soon died when his car fell on him while he was underneath it fixing an oil leak.

Finally, two months before she turned eighteen, Kat moved in with her least favorite aunt. By now Kat was the polar opposite of the person she had once been, she now went to as much trouble to be ignored as she had to be noticed. She spent as much time as possible locked in her room with her laptop, playing games,  watching ponies, or making chiptunes.

After just a few days of living with her aunt, Kat began to notice the looks her aunt shot at her when ever she came out of her room, they were looks full of suspicion, distrust, and fear. Kat tried to forget about the looks, but they followed her, every time she came out of her room they were there, waiting. One day Kat came downstairs to find her aunt sitting at the kitchen table, waiting. There was a large, taut, false, smile on her aunts face "Why don't we have a little chat over a cup of tea?" her aunt asked her voice sickeningly sweet.

Genuinely scared by her aunts odd behavior Kat pulled up a chair and sat across from her aunt. Her aunt stood up and shuffled over to the kettle to begin the process of making tea. Kat sat in silence, just looking at the tabletop and thinking about thousands of tiny inconsequential things, mostly little speculations about her aunt. She heard the plip of a sugar cube being dropped into a cup and then the shuffling of her aunt walking back over to the table.

Kat looked up at her aunt as the middle aged lady set the tea down on the table, one in front of her and one in front of Kat. "Dear, I wanted to talk to you about all of the, unfortunate," a muscle in her aunts face twitched "deaths that have been happening around you." Kat winced slightly, of all the people who would talk to her about that her aunt was the person she wanted to talk to the least.

"What about them?" Kat asked her muscles almost painfully tense

"Oh, nothing of much importance, but I'm sure it's very stressful for you to talk about. Why don't you drink some of your tea, I find that tea is a very soothing beverage." Kat could practically taste the artificial sweetness in her aunts voice.

"No thank you, I'm not thirsty."

"Drink your tea," her aunt's voice was as cold and hard as steel, knowing that it was a bad idea Kat took a big sip from the teacup her aunt had given her. It was surprisingly good, it wasn't too hot and had a refreshing sweet minty aftertaste. A few seconds after drinking the tea Kat's mind began to fog up, she was dimly aware that something was wrong but felt strangely unconcerned. "So, tell me what was it was like living with my mother, your grandma."

Kat struggled to think of a convincing lie, but the strange fog clouding her mind gently pushed the idea of lying out of her mind and she found herself telling the truth, "It was good, at first, but she was going mad. By the time she died all she ever did was wander around the house mumbling nonsense to herself until she saw another person, then she would get angry. She would yell accusations at them, say that they were stealing her memory's. It was horrible, then finally one day I-" the fail safe lock in Kat's brain activated, stopping her from saying anymore.

"Go on, finally one day you...?" her aunt prompted. Kat shook her head, the mental lock had left her speechless for a time. "Have some more tea," her aunt ordered. Not sure why she was doing it Kat lifted the teacup to her lips and took a long drink nearly finishing the tea. The fog doubled in intensity, "Now go on dear, what did you do?" Kat sluggishly shook her head again, her aunt was beginning to look quite angry now, "Tell me what you did to my mother!" she yelled her bright red face just inches away from Kat's. Kat's vocal cords came back online just in time for her to say,

"No," before she blacked out.

Kat woke up fastened to a stone slab by leather bindings, there were bright fluorescent lights shining down at her from the ceiling, Kat looked around, the whole room was painted white and brightly lit, there wasn't a dark corner in sight. There were odd posters on every wall, they were the enlarged face of a baby with the words 'FOR A BRIGHTER TOMORROW' printed across the bottom of the image.

After assessing her rather odd surroundings Kat's attention was drawn to the only other person in the room, her aunt. Kat's aunt looked even more insane than she had before, her hair was messy, her fingernails had been roughly bitten off, her eyes were bloodshot, her face was an impressive shade of dark red, and she was holding a hypodermic needle that looked like it was designed to be used on elephants. "Well this won't end well." Kat thought as her aunt began to approach her,

"What did you do to her you demonic witch!" her aunt screeched

"Does insanity run in my family or something?" Kat wondered, "I didn't do anything to anybody!" she defended,

"Liar! You say she went mad but I know better than to trust you, you drove her mad by experimenting on her with dark magic!" Kat's aunt's voice was getting louder and more high pitched as she spoke. Kat struggled against her bindings, her aunt took the needle in two hands and slowly raised it above her head like some kind if ceremonial dagger, the tip pointing down at Kat's heart. Kat's wrists and ankles were raw from rubbing against their bindings.

Kat looked up at the needle and for the first time truly accepted that she was going to die, strangely she didn't feel scared, she felt curious and started to speculate what might happen to her. She wondered if those human in Equestria fan fictions were possible, a small smile crept on to her face before her aunt yelled "FOR A BRIGHTER TOMORROW, DIE HELL SPAWN!" and plunged the needle into Kat's heart.

(Sorry, I didn't mean for it to end up being this long)

Aspirations: As a human she wanted to make chiptune music that would remind people of the happiest times of their life, as a pony she still wants to do that, but even more than that she wants to find a spell that will turn her into a dragon and somepony powerful enough to perform that spell.

Darkest secret: Kat hid in the shadows at the top of a staircase and tripped her grandma making her fall down the stairs and killing her. Seeing her grandmother's dead body crumpled at the bottom of the stairs gave her a repulsive feeling of euphoria. Kat hated the feeling and loved it at the same time. When she moved in with her great aunt Kat began to hunger for that awful euphoria, she tried to resist but one morning when the hunger was stronger than ever before

Dream job: Chiptune artist, or maybe a night club owner.

Appearance

Sex: Female

Cutie mark: A black silhouette of a pony

Colour eyes: Dark sapphire blue

Coat colour: Green so dark that it appears black unless the light shines on it a particular way

Mane colour: Purple with a blue streak both colors as dark as her coat

Hair style: Short spiky hair purple hair with a longer streak of blue that comes down and partially covers her left eye, she has a short spiky tail that is purple with a blue center

Type (Pegasus, Unicorn, Earth): Pegasus

Extra: When she goes out in the daytime she usually wears a hat to keep the sun out of her eyes, she values the lives and happiness of her friends over her own life, she has a bad habit of using her powers to eaves drop on her friends even if she usually doesn't tell anypony else what she hears, and she reveres dragons, she is fascinated by them and would give almost anything to be one, she likes Spike but doesn't revere him like she does other dragons because he doesn't have any of their natural majesty and power.