Limbo Dreams

• Species

  Crystal Pony

• Age

  42

• Gender

  Female

• Residence

  Vagabond

• Occupation

  Visionary

• Character Images

  

• Physical Description

  Limbo's red eyes are always lidded to some extent when awake and unfocused, giving off an air of apathy. Usually, this air is dissipated by her readily available smile replacing the pretence with a gentle sign of peace. She is tall and bonny with a thick, inviting, snow white coat. Her greyish black mane is almost always suffering from a terrible case of bed head for obvious reasons. Aside from those subtle differences, Limbo has two identical horns that curl in on themselves after protruding directly away from her head some way. She walks and moves swiftly, as if she has no weight, and handles her surroundings roughly with no concern for damage or wear. Generally, she would remind one of a gymnast or a wood dwelling hippy

• Backstory

  Limbo Dreams was born in The Crystal Empire where she lived out her adolescence. Unfortunately, Limbo never got to live through a normal adolescence. She was the first to be born just after Sombra rose to power and so as if to punctuate his rule, in all its cruelty, she was cursed: born with horns that would magically force her to sleep throughout her entire life. For years, Limbo's parents cared for her until the king's banishment and the malaise that influenced Limbo's curse went with him. Soon after, The Crystal Empire had gone into a magic-induced stasis. During The Crystal Empire's stasis, Limbo Dream's horns began to assimilate with the rest of her body, no longer heading their unseen king's air of dread.

  She still dreamed throughout the stasis and with the help of her horns, she could connect with other dreams. Never able to interact, just a silent observer of another ponies mind, she began to pick up on other pony's lives. Progress was slow though. Patterns were difficult to pick up without lucidity and language proved to be very difficult to grasp. Stasis made time flow very slowly, so she could only process a few hours of dreaming per day. It took hundreds of years to even learn that she was entering other ponies dreams, and the prime learning age for such things had already passed. It took at least another hundred years to learn language, but eventually, with the empire's reemergence, Limbo woke up for the first time in her life.

  Limbo's dreams gave her hints to the real world, and now that she is awake, she was ready to experience it for what it really is. She was still operating by the laws and assumptions of the dream realm. Back there, consequences were rare and jarring, making short-term comforts much more rewarding. In here things are more weighty and don't go nearly as far as she expects, but aside from that, how different could the real world possibly be?

• Personality

  Due to how inconsistent her life has been, Limbo is not a heavy thinker. It's hard to tell what motivates Limbo because it seems to be whatever looks pleasant at the moment. She is very much nieve. If something looks or sounds bad, it must be bad. However, she never dips into fanaticism due to how easily her mind is changed; She never takes even a sensible amount of care into her beliefs as she is used to them being proven wrong just as quickly as they were formed. Regardless, a few consistent traits have surfaced. Namely humility and insecurity. She has spent a very unusual amount of time inside of her own head. This makes for a tightly sealed echo chamber. Without reciprocal contact with other ponies, Limbo has no actual confirmation or reassurance of her worth as a pony. One can only reassure oneself for so long before it loses its meaning. However, the flipside of this is that in your dreams you have little to no agency (provided it isn't lucid) and the world has no consistency to latch on to. Without agency or predictability, you learn to live without such things and so Limbo sees them as unnecessary. This gives her a likable demeanor that's easy to get along with, but this also robs her of drive and makes her ability to led and make decisions fall far below that of the average pony.

   

  For the most part, we can see Limbo living as a fair weather pony: Here when things are good and gone when they're not. There is an exception though. Limbo cares deeply for the ponies she meats even without any immediate benefit. They provided an important, albeit rare, source of consistency in her early life. No matter how abnormal things got, when other ponies were there, they'd put things back into perspective, and for that, other ponies have a certain intrinsic value that she can't exactly explain why she appreciates. If Limbo is going to get the consistency and loyalty she needs from others, then she must learn to be consistent and loyal for them.

  Likes: Dark areas, adventuring, soft surfaces, and other luxuries

• Dislikes

  Nightmares, bright lights, loud noises.

• Abilities

  Limbo's horns are magically tied to dreams. When she cups her ears over them, she can hear the dreams of the nearest sleeping thing.

• Friends

  Magloria, Silver Tongue

• Rivals

  Magloria

Recent Posts

1. 

   Casual stroll

   November 27, 2021

   @Kujamih @Blitz Boom
   Mate: Limbo wrestled with the word. She had seen ponies use the word and assume a particular position. Those dreams always ended then and there. Perhaps it was a way of ending the world or how ponies woke up.
   Shark was a good pony that probably didn't want to end the world, so Miss. Dreams discarded that possibility. Did that mean she was in a dream? She grew pale at the idea, but shark had pushed her, so that couldn't be it.
   Then she mentioned pups, which Limbo correctly translated to 'babies' with even more confusion.
   This lack of sense was starting to frustrate, and that bled through her tone toward , "What are you talking about? And why babies?! They just sit around wanting to be held, and sometimes become giant monsters! Why would we risk that?!"
   
2. 

   Casual stroll

   November 23, 2021

   @Blitz Boom @Kujamih
   Seeing the seance begin to settle, Limbo's perspective followed suit. However, Shark's admission to being friends with chaos didn't sit well with her. Perhaps she misspoke or doesn't understand what chaos is. She wasn't ready to accept that her new friend was dangerous yet.
   "Ahem," She cleared up in an attempt to steal some attention, "Well, what do you want?"
   Intentionally, she hadn't stated who she was talking to. That was how she would prove if she was among the truly chaotic. A pony without order would naturally be without a goal.
   
3. 

   Casual stroll

   November 19, 2021

   @Kujamih @Blitz Boom
   Easy come easy go. So flighty is Limbo's mind that even hauntings of the past could not hold purchase in her mind. With a few blinks, she was one with the world again.
   Again, she was met with chaos as she took Light in.
   "I'm not an expert on the real world," Limbo prefaces in a high whisper as she cowers behind Shark, "but even I know ponies don't come out of thin air!"
   "Listen, Shark. That pony is chaos. If he can appear out of nowhere, then who knows what else he could do to us!"
   
4. 

   Casual stroll

   November 16, 2021

   @Blitz Boom @Kujamih
   Fear is a master of disguise. While Limbo Dreams physically pursued her metaphorical answers, the point of the chase lost its meaning. A butterfly happened to be fluttering in the direction she cantered.
   So, having lost the original goal of physically chasing her ideas, Limbo concluded that the butterfly was the thing she was chasing all along. She thought she saw wonder and beauty in the butterfly. As the chase went on, she felt more and more like an observer to the world than a participant.
   It was then that the butterfly shed its facade of wonder to reveal her fears beneath: Her life as a passive observer; the chaos of her youth. The prison of madness that had gripped her so thoroughly painfully emerged from her memories.
   It was then that she slid to a halt with a haunted look. Not a word escaped her. Her life prior had ironed out any value she gave her voice. Light's dynamic entrance hadn't even registered. That to was a product of her history in isolation.
   All that she showed was a thousand-yard stare. Within those eyes, her soul thrashed. Within her mind, she was back home.
   
5. 

   Ambition for Ascension

   August 28, 2021

   @abrony-mouse
   She tilted her head up, only to wince and shield her eyes. Her recoiling revealed the true purpose of her sudden rise. It was not a show of confidence but to allow gravity to keep her tears in place. Like a catapult, the tears flow out onto the ground.
   Limbo finally decided to address the elephant in the room, "You'll have to forgive my mother." Limbo admitted, "She hasn't been herself in some time. She won't make this easy on us."
   The timing of the two was impeccable. Just as they entered, the legends themselves were unloading from the station. Limbo quickly averted her eyes from the latest princess.
   A pony of little remark harried over to the royal purple with a gasp and wide eyes. "Twilight! There's a situation in the town square! A pony needs help in we don't know what to do!"
   "Try not to draw attention to ourselves," Limbo whispered harshly, entirely unconfident in Fuchsia's ability to lay low.
   
6. 

   Casual stroll

   August 26, 2021

   @Blitz Boom
   Upon her back, Limbo marveled at her own reaction. It had been some time since her last scare; So long that she had forgotten what to do when you're scared. It was fun. Her heart raced and she felt more alert. How novel! She felt like making some distance between herself and the thing, but she looked to her escort to be sure.
   Sure as the tide, he had overreacted and bolted, taking the cart with him.
   "What a gentleman," she quipped with a roll of her eyes.
   When her eyes drifted back to the pony(?) she let out a surprised gasp.
   "Sorry," she whispered with a blush, "I'm still getting used to things not disappearing when you look away."
   "Oh, how rude of me," She susurrated brightly, without a trace of fear, "My name is Limbo Dreams. It's nice to meet you."
   
7. 

   Casual stroll

   August 21, 2021

   @Blitz Boom
   A mass of ponies exited the hamlet's train station. On an unrelated note, a pegasus-drawn carriage careens across the sky in all its opulence. On a tangentially related note, Limbo Dreams was jostled by the sudden halting of her carriage.
   Oh, if only she could afford more than the single-stallion-drawn, budget transport. Maybe she would be insulated from her careless use of energy.
   Throughout the journey, she had gotten strange looks from the stallion. And now, she would have to converse with him as they stopped to rest at the lake.
   It was so unfair. She just wanted to see the sights. What did it matter that she would leave the carriage to get a better look at things. The very important fact that the carriage was in motion when she left to sight-see.
   Cranky that her opportunity to see a lake for the first time was slipping away. Of course, such an exciting discovery would visit her in her time of weary. Just her luck!
   With a huff, she picked herself up and splashed around in the lake. Miss. Dreams was too tired to take her time discovering all the wonderful properties of a lake. This called for a more direct approach.
   "It certainly feels like water, but it's still too early to tell..." She whispered to herself.
   
8. 

   Ambition for Ascension

   August 1, 2021

   @abrony-mouse
   At first, Limbo was relieved to finally be back to her mostly plain pony shape. She then looks to the knife with annoyance, but a hint of respect was evident.
   "Ahem," She began. The motherly tone had vanished. Instead, a child-like whisper took its place, "Look to your fellow pony Fuchsia. We all see their destiny as clear as day. Yet, of all the destinies you've seen, have you ever seen a wilted field or a bloodied hoof? Evil has no place in the pony heart. That is why harmony is so effective. There simply is no reason to fear your fellow equine. I'm sure today is an excellent example."
   "If that does not suffice, then I challenge you. Would you call a mare held by tragedy 'evil'? That is what the ponies we are talking about are. They are neither good nor evil, for they were never given a chance in either respect."
   "Perhaps a show of trust is in order. The ponies we are guiding are 'Moonlight Sparkle' and 'Starlight Glimmer'".
   Limbo is aware of the extent of her explanation and pauses to make sure Fuchsia is following.
   "I must be upfront as you've saved me without concern for your own benefit. I was not entirely honest when I said that I can see your past. I have seen your past. Past tense," She emphasizes, "I saw every dream you ever dreamt. I followed your journey with wrapt attention. The same is true for Vinal Scratch, and Moonlight, and Starlight. You all were like superheroes to me. You kept me hopeful in the years leading up to Silver Tongue's rescue."
   "I tried to keep up, but your dreams stopped. You dreamed of a train ride, and no dream ever followed that. That," She shudders, "thing was the source. I planed to misplace it for a night and get my hero back; Maybe understand how you've changed so much."
   

Topics I Participated In

1. 

   Ambition for Ascension

   Started by Loud Opinion · May 24, 2020

   OOC
   The address on the invitation was easy to find as it was the only house to show up on the road for some distance just barely cutting into the edge of the Everfree Forest. The long, tall building before you was made mostly of stone bricks. Each were perfectly flat and large enough to come up to a pony's neck, with only the thinnest layers of mortar as to not interrupt the aesthetic.
   The outside walls would show off their impressive depth with a row of tall, arched windows being set so far inward that a pony could take comfortable shelter. These tall windows repeated along either side and took up about a quarter of the viable surface. So close were they, that if the glass was gone, then the walls would look like a series of pillars in an acropolis.
   A lone tower connected on the right side, near the back. It only rose a single story over the rest of the building, but still stood comfortably above the treeline. The roof was a humble 'V' shape, only interrupted in the middle where the elevation rises like a fault-line.
   The yard leading up to the structure encompassed the building generously with a short wall that seemed to indicate the end of the yard instead of acting as an actual barrier.
   Based on the invitations, it looks like the first session wasn't quite ready yet. The night was though as the sun hovered over the Everfree's oddly cloudless horizon.
   
2. 

   Casual stroll

   Started by Blitz Boom · September 14, 2014

   ((OOC http://mlpforums.com/topic/110032-casual-stroll-an-introductionary-roleplay-around-ponyville-open-for-all/#entry3092621))
    
   The crisp morning air went through the town of Ponyville as the day began it's usual rhythm. Early rising ponys awakened and yawningly began on their day ahead of everypony else, preparing the shops and dutys that had to be done before the buzzing life began in the currently scarce town.
    
   The smell of baked goods and the far in between sound of hoofs slowly marching on the vacant ground began to mix in the air and give a sense of life awakening a little by little after yet another sleepy night passing by.
    
   For the inhabitants of the town it was a day like many others, but who was to say what the day would bring? Perhaps some things, or some ponys, would make this day stand out amongst the peaceful ones that had passed?
    
   Alas, the time was not for questions. The workers had their things to attend before the general populace would arise and little time to do it in, leaving the thought unsaid as they began their daily tasks and a low hum of activity started of the day.
   

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