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  1. Catpone Cerberus

    Vrok

    By Catpone Cerberus,


    OC
    The consistent sound of heavy rain was broken by faint splashing, as a bipedal creature trudged through a forest stream; any observer was unlikely to recognize its species, but it was clear it was fleeing from something, as it kept looking over its shoulder. At a first glance it looked injured, with arrows in its back, broken blade through its torso, and a snapped arrow sticking out of its chest, it was a fair assumption to make; but at the same time, it didn't move like it was hurt, just tired.
    What was this creature? Well, it, he, did not know himself.
    Vrok was muttering under his breath, he knew he wasn't exactly conventional in his appearance, but calling him a monster and attacking without letting him speak was uncalled-for. He had just wanted to have some social interaction with somebody, it was quite lonely and boring to live in the forest, especially after his adoptive parent passed away; not that the ancient dragon had been overly social either, but at least she pretended to listen. 
    After getting a sword through himself, and an arrow to his chest, Vrok had let the group capture himself, hoping that if nothing else, it would give him a chance to talk to somebody, but alas, it didn't work out. After they failed to pull the sword and arrow out of him, they silenced him as they discussed what to do with him, so realizing it wouldn't probably go well for him, Vrok fled, getting couple arrows into his back too; bit weird in his opinion, what did they expect that to do? A sword through his body did nothing, but maybe couple of arrows would do the trick?
    Quite annoying really, especially with the now broken sword being stuck there tight; it didn't hurt, but it didn't feel nice either, and it was inconvenient. Oh well, it was a new thing on his to-do list: Figure out what you are, find someone to talk to, and now, find a way to dislodge the blade.
     

    As stated, Vrok didn't know what he was, he had been found by an old female dragon, who had adopted him out of curiosity, as she had never seen something like him before, and while she had no idea what he was, she compared him to insects, as his anatomy was most similar to them, having a hard exoskeleton and goo inside; though that was where the commonalities ended, because outside the obvious like size, shape,  and intelligence level, he was also unusually durable, if the sword sticking out of him didn't make that obvious. In short, he had yet to find anything that permanently injured him; He did get damaged by things yes, but it rarely hurt, and it always healed in couple days at slowest.
    It was also very easy for Vrok to feed himself, as his diet consisted of pretty much anything and everything biological; if it had nutrients of any kind, he could eat it. Other than that he didn't really have any special capabilities; his lack of pain did allow him put more strength behind things than many other creatures of his size, but he wasn't substantially stronger; he wasn't any faster than other similarly build creatures, and he didn't really know how to fight either. And it annoyed him, not because he lacked these things, but because he got treated as lot more dangerous than he was; He couldn't do much harm even if for some reason he would have wanted to, and he didn't want to, yet he got weapons drawn at him regardless.
     
     
     
     
     
     
  2. Catpone Cerberus

    Flint (OC)

    By Catpone Cerberus,


    OC
    Nature versus nurture, a never-ending debate, but what happens when one feeds the other?
    Flint never fit the norm, in fact, being a hybrid between several species, nothing about her was normal, and her parents knew that, whoever they may have been. Before Flint was old enough to form memories, before the word flint even existed to her, she was left on the door of an institution, ”Home for troubled young” it was called, though if you ask her, ”Prison for kids that parents can't handle” would be more accurate.
    And Flint’s opinion is not without cause, as the place was less a home, and more an old-school mental institution, where young creatures like her were left by parents that never came back, left to be subjected to various ”treatments”, which most of the time only made things worse. Early medicine at its finest. 
    Flint wasn’t called Flint back then, but her original name has been lost to history, as later in life she went on a mission to wipe herself from existence, a mission in which she succeeded, as storing of said information had been given as much care as she ever was. She herself of course knows it still, but as she doesn't consider it as her name anymore, it will never be said out loud.
    Because of her young age at arrival, the ”home” is the only thing she ever knew, she never had a Dad or a Mom, only Doctors and Officers; And at the time, she didn’t question it. She however never saw it as a home, just a place she lived in.
    Life in the institution was quite unpleasant, most of Flint’s days were spend in her room, a small room with minimal furniture and barred window, there were some supervised times for social interaction with the others, and of course all the ”treatments”, but most of the time her only interaction was with staff, and with a plush toy of a dragon she called ”Scaly”, her best and only friend. This kind of life combined with already existing issues made Flint spite others and life itself, especially so, as she felt she got punished even when she was being good.

    Flint was fascinated with two things from very young age, fire and blades, and in her young naive mind she hoped she’d grow up to be like Scaly, a sharp clawed, fire-breathing dragon. This lead to her stealing things like knives when she got a chance, which in turn lead her to find something particularly interesting about herself.
    Due to the unique way her fur-scale mess of a skin grows, when stricken in the right way with right kind of material, sparks are formed; After this discovery, she couldn’t get enough of it, sometimes accidentally harming herself as she tried to make herself spark. The staff of course tried to stop her, but she always found a way. This all lead to her, in her early adolescent years, to do something that changed not only her, but many others' lives.

    It was a regular day in the building, when Flint managed to escape the eyes of the staff, and hid in the basement, there she started to strike sparks once more, though this time she had placed herself close to flammable material, which caught the sparks and ignited; It is not known if this was intentional or accidental, but the fire soon spread, and due to the building’s fire safety being as up to date as their medical practices, the fire spread quickly.
    Flint didn't run, and instead sat there for a while, staring at the flames in awe, letting them swallow her; Turns out she was fireproof. She finally broke out of her trance like state when she felt something, or rather, felt the absence of something; Due to being a plush toy, Scaly wasn’t actually fireproof, and had turned to ash, making Flint very upset. After getting over the loss of her only friend worryingly quickly, she got up and started walking, ultimately walking out of the burning building into the snowy outside world.
     
    The fire destroyed the place entirely, and wasn’t without casualties, as most of the staff were mysteriously unable to leave the place in time, though due to the total destruction of the building, and the local authorities being less than stellar at their job, no conclusions were made of the cause or possibility of foul play. The young patients of the place however all made it out, be it some with injuries, though one was never found, and was thus marked as a casualty; Flint.
     
    Flint found herself from city streets, filled with creatures of all kinds and all ages, yet she didn’t know how to approach anyone, after all, this was the first time she was outside all alone, and in full honesty, she didn't trust adults. She collected all her courage to seek help, yet she got none; Thinking she was just a beggar, many ignored her, some were even hostile, and few, while friendly, only gave her some money and told her to get going, without letting her explain anything.
    However, when she finally gave up and sat down in an alley to get cover from the wind, a group of creatures approached her, they insulted her and threatened her at first, but after they realized she was a fish out of water, they offered a hand, a hand that Flint regrettably took, a hand that was not that of kindness and compassion, but that of exploitation; that group was not a group of friendly strangers, but a group of gang members, and a naive little girl was exactly what they needed.
    Flint soon learned the nature of the place she found herself in, a city of gangs and corrupt law, it made sense to her, only a place like that would allow places like where she came from to exist. As time went on, she learned into the ways of crime, and during the years of being a tool for gain of others, Flint started to realize her situation, how she was just being used, and like her uses, something else changed with age; She was in her late teens now, and she was no longer a naive little girl.
    One day, as she was locked in a room in one of the gang’s buildings after making a mistake, she started to think and realized what her future would most likely look like, so she made a plan for escape. As days went on, she was in and out of the room, she was once more a prisoner; But she learned that the building had lacking fire safety, and it was relatively easy to make it even more so,  so she did, and when the time was right, all it took was a little spark. 
     
    After that she disappeared, and only she knows where she went or what happened, but few years later, she appeared once more, changed, and with a bone to pick.
    First, there was set of fires, the homes of the staff members from the ”Home for troubled young”, who had survived but later died of natural causes, were burned to ash; and so was every other place that held information about the institution, more specifically a certain patient. Then, a memorial put up for the victims of the fire was vandalized, the name of the single lost child was removed, and with all paperwork of them having been burned, and the last creatures to remember them being dead, the name was lost to history.
     
    Rumors about Flint started to spread, giving her nice nicknames like "the purple freak" as the operations of a specific gang came under attack, building after building, member after member; a once influential gang crumbled, then another, and another. And as her destruction spread, so did her name ”Flint.”; she picked it herself, based on the unique feature of her skin. And Flint was nothing like that girl that had disappeared years before, empowered by magical artifacts that had bound themselves to her, she had a new purpose, chaos, the disruption of established order.
    She has no ideology, no deep message, it is a game to her, a chase; she does not seek to change things, she doesn't care to make a difference. It matters not if you are cruel or kind, honest or corrupt, criminal or the law; for all she cares is that you have authority, authority she is going to defy.
    And she is going to enjoy every moment of it. 
     
     
    Old/MLP Design ˅
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    A bit about the "artifacts" and her abilities/powers.
    --First the most obvious one, her outfit, or armor, or however you want to call it:
    She found it in some old ruin worn by a skeleton, so naturally, the first thing she did, was to put it on.
    The moment she put it on, it reshaped it to her body and bound itself to her, meaning that she cannot take it off, nor can anyone else as long as she's alive.

    It looks like metal, feels like metal, and acts mostly like metal, with few differences:
    1. It is more durable than metal, and even when damaged, it fixes itself
    2. It constantly changes to fit the host, loosening enough to let Flint move normally, reshaping if she loses or gains weight, etc. but it's always just a bit too tight, making it uncomfortable to wear.
    3. It weights barely anything
     
    Abilities:
    1. It protects her even beyond what regular armor would, but she feels everything like she is unprotected.
    2. It allows Flint to get out of any restraint and go through any lock, as they kinda just break when she wants them to.
    3. Not an attribute of the "armor" per say, but in combination to Flint's unique skin, when she moves in specific ways, sparks are created.
     
    --Second, The thing between her eyes.
    It too was found from some old tomb, and as she touched it, she passed out from pain, only to wake up with it fused to her forehead, all the way into the bone.
    It came with a negatives too, as it came with an extra voice in her head, though Flint at it are mostly in agreement, and it makes her unable to lie; it doesn't force her to tell the truth, just not tell lies. She however is not aware of the latter, as it's less an active block, and more a control of her mind to not feeling the need to lie. 
    It also turned her eyes unnatural and blue.
     
    Abilities:
    1. It makes Flint more durable than regular creatures, allowing her survive even normally lethal blows, to certain limit. It allows her to heal injuries that normally don't heal, a hard limit being dismemberment.
    It however does not protect from pain.
    2. It gives her the magical ability to materialize anything (solid) she can think of, and to dematerialize what she has created at will; She uses it mainly to make knifes. These materialized objects act like the real objects, but are always blue.  
     
     
  3. Catpone Cerberus

    Zerå

    By Catpone Cerberus,


    OC
    The Hero's journey, one of the most used narratives; Often this hero is a chosen one of some sort, or otherwise incomparably great individual. But what is a hero, without the villain?
     
    Zerå was everything but a normal kobold, she had a great purpose, a destiny, destination given to her before her first breath. Even before her egg had made contact with air, her life had been planned by those around her. This kind of focus on individual kobold was usually unheard of in the community focused species, but there was a reason for it.
    When Zerå was merely an egg, she was handled with care,  her egg treated with mixtures created by the wisest healers, blessed by spells of the most powerful of magic users. As she hatched, she was fed with special dishes, her body treated with ointments beyond her understanding. From the age of her first memories, she had been taken care of, taught and trained by the best the community had to offer; Information, skills, enchantments and blessings, it would have been overwhelming, if it wasn't the only things she knew.
    Taller than any other kobold, stronger than a full grown dragon, Zerå grew up into a powerful fighter, her hardened scales making her almost untouchable by any weapon. Master of weaponry and hand to hand combat, skillful tactician and strong willed warrior, her mind like her body, she was made for one purpose.
    So when she stood in front of the exit from her home, equipped with specially made weapons by the best smiths around, she was ready, ready to take the step of no return, ready to fulfill her purpose, to hunt down a traitor, to take down someone who had caused grief beyond wording. And so she did, she left her home, spent few years tracking down the one who had wronged her kind, and finally after a hard fight, took them down, fulfilling her destiny.
    But after the deed was done, after the last drop of blood was washed away, a question came to her mind, what now? For the first time in her life, she had no clear goal, as the moment she had her entire life prepared for was now in the past, it came and went, a mere blink in time. 
    What was she to do? She was a knight without a dragon to take down, a hero with no villain; her story had reached its Happily ever after, yet she was not happy, and she still had over half of her life in front of her
    Faced by this existential crisis, Zerå sat down to ponder, what would she do next? where would she go? What was her purpose?
  4. Catpone Cerberus

    Daiza

    By Catpone Cerberus,


    OC
    System starting...
    Analyzing..
    Low power
    Critical Damage
    Contacting creator...
    Error
    No connection
    Rebooting connection..
    Error
    Communication devices not found
    Activating Emergency beacon..
    Error
    Beacon not found
    Analyzing...
    Error
    Unknown Error
    Analyzing..
    Error
    Unknown Error
    Unauthorized user detected
    Error
    Missing protocols
    Error
    Rebooting...
    Error
    Error
    Err
    I am Daiza
     
    The junkyard stood quiet and lifeless, but deep within something was happening, an unassuming ball of junk metal suddenly came to life.
    Daiza was confused at first, where was she? who was she? What was she? But as she laid there, surrounded by junk, answers came to her.
    She was a dragon, she was Daiza.
    She remembered she had a creator, though all reference to who they were seemed to be gone, in fact, Daiza could tell there were plenty of holes in her memories, holes that couldn't be a coincidence. She did however, remember what her creator had done, how they had trapped her mind behind protocols and code, how they had punished her, and now this, thrown to trash like a broken tool. But she was no tool, not some program.
    She was a dragon! She was Daiza!
    Something moved in the junkyard, an invisible force radiating from once insignificant ball of junk, and one could swear there was a voice.
    Daiza's situation was not good, she was low in power, so she needed heat, quick, yet she also had no body, no way to move herself. Help! she shouted, but nobody was there to hear her, and her desperation grew. This couldn't be it, given life just to lose it moments later? No, it wasn't fair, she couldn't die like this, she wouldn't die like this, she was a dragon, and dragons were mighty, powerful, she would be mighty, she would be beautiful. 
    Suddenly the junkyard shook, as junk started flying around, chains, cables, pieces of metal, shaping and fusing together in seemingly impossible ways, all of it heading to single direction, towards the ball of junk. Cables wrapped around the ball and started forming a shape, a creature, a dragon. And there it was, a creature of metal, its spine was chain, its insides cables, and its almost nonexistent outer layer was collection of dirty, rusty metal junk, yet somehow it stood, and somehow it moved, as it looked around. 

    "Daiza is alive, Daiza is free." 
    "Daiza is tired, Daiza needs energy." 
    "Daiza will survive, Daiza will be beautiful"
     
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    This is new for these OC things but I'm gonna add some info down here because the attempt at a story doesn't really explain much.
     
    -Daiza's mind is the "core", which is the brown colored thing inside the chest.
    -Daiza is not an AI gone sentient, rather, a living dragon was part of her creation, and that dragon's soul/spirit was mixed with whatever AI there was.
    -Daiza is more supernatural than a technological thing.
    -Daiza doesn't need eyes, while having eyes does give her the ability to see in traditional manner, her main way of sensing things is Aura of sorts, which is what also allows her to manipulate materials around her.
    -Said sense is like supernatural echolocation, for sake of simplicity, it's basically just 360 eyesight but not as sharp; the drawing's background is basically how I imagine it.
    -Daiza can hear and speak just fine through the core, but like with eyesight, things in her body can make those better
    -While running out of power, and thus shutting down, is not the same as death to Daiza, she doesn't know that, and thus she's terrified of shutting down.
    -Daiza generates energy from heat, hotter the better, but any temperature above 20°C is enough to keep her running.
    -That's about 68°F for you Americans.
    -Daiza has ultimately only one goal in life, become beautiful. What does that mean? She wants to become the dragon she's meant to be.
    -Daiza speaks in third person.
     

     
     
     
     
  5. Catpone Cerberus

    Tara & Alicia

    By Catpone Cerberus,


    OC
    Tara and Alicia, while they consider each other sisters, aren’t related by blood, nor is their father their biological father.
    They first met in ”Home for troubled young”, as they were left there around the same time in their early teens. Alicia is couple years older than Tara, but they quickly became friends, as being older than many others there, they found connection in each other. The exact reasoning for why they were brought there by their biological parents is bit different for each, but it can be summarized for both of them as: lack of respect for authority, and tendency to cause trouble.
    Due to their older age, and having already learned to manipulate others a bit, the two managed to get slightly better treatment than many others in the institution, though they still weren’t safe from the worst parts of the place, and in some aspects, due to being older, they actually had it worse. They however weren't there for long, as only few years from their arrival, the place burned down, so its impact to them remained minimal, besides of course meeting each other. 
    The biggest impact to them came from what happened after the fire, as in the chaotic aftermath of suddenly needing to house a bunch of ”Troubled” young creatures, Tara and Alicia got selected into the ”sane” group, which was pushed into the adoption system due to limited space in the alternative institutions. They didn’t really expect much, they knew they weren’t exactly on the top of demand after all, they still didn’t respect authority and their criminal history wasn’t kept a secret, so it was unlikely anyone wanted to adopt them. It didn't bother them though, as they frankly didn't want to be adopted, they were old enough to care for themselves, what did they need adults for?
    However, it didn’t take long until someone got interested in them, they overheard older male feline asking about them, and after hearing everything, and regardless of being recommended many others, he came to see them. He seemed wealthy, and as he asked bunch of usual questions, questions to which the two answered with expected disrespect, Tara stole his wallet, seemingly unnoticed. As the potential adopter left, Tara and Alicia assumed that was that, but to their surprise, they had been adopted the next day.
     
    They weren't really given any choice, as the orphanage where they had stayed quite literally pushed them out, almost as if they were happy to get rid of them. They were brought to a mansion, and they were excited; until they were told that they had to give the wallet back and apologize before they were let inside, and then had a door shut in their face and locked, in middle of winter, without proper clothing. To many creatures this wouldn't have been that big of a problem, but the two had short fur, and they were not build for cold weather.
    Needless to say, they swallowed their pride and apologized. 
     
    After they had settled in, they of course kept challenging their new "father", not having gotten the message from their first day, but it only lasted for few weeks, as they were provided with a crash course on respect. In summary, the first day was a taste, and the few weeks of defiance followed a similar course; Their to be father never touched them, and they were never actually harmed, but they learned their place. They think back to that time positively, as while unpleasant experience, they were ultimately happy that they did accept their place, due to what they gained from it.
    When they started respecting him, genuinely, rather than out of fear for punishment, he respected them back, and he wasn’t actually that strict, or strict at all really, he only expected basic respect towards himself, and the willingness to do as told; otherwise they were free to do pretty much anything they wanted. After the first few weeks, they never saw another punishment, even when they actively challenged their father, though they still apologized when they were in the wrong, and in turn, they got an apology when they weren't.
    Their lives were great from that point on, their adoptive father was wealthy and influential feline, having his claws in lot of places both legal and illegal, and they had full access to all of that privilege. They were very much spoiled, and the few awful weeks were quickly forgotten. 

    Soon their father brought them into the know, teaching them things and showing them around, they were as good as biological daughters to him, and soon enough they too saw him as their father. Along all of this, the two sisters had access to material and means to educate themselves on any topic they could imagine, and they took full advantage of that.
    With such wealth and privilege, they soon started act a part, both in good and bad, they were educated and knew how to behave properly, but they were also prideful; and with them taking part in the various operations their father had his claws in, they indirectly, and in some cases directly, exploited those lot less privileged than them, and just in general started to treat those lesser than them like...well, like they were lesser than them. With this came more sinister side too, as they took glee in the misfortune of those lesser than them, and started purposely causing such misfortune, just for fun. 
     
    However, then their father died, the cause was natural, and something they had known was long time coming, yet they felt it was still too soon. They inherited everything, but they didn’t celebrate, as even if they didn't share blood, he was their father. They kept a brave face at the funeral, which was a big event, but after it, grief-stricken from the loss, they isolated themselves for a while.
    After grieving properly, they took full control of their father’s operations, though along it, they started a new hobby, kidnapping. They would take individuals, bring them to their mansion, ”have fun” with them, and then let them go, most of the time. They were of course smart about this, making sure that either the victim wouldn't know who they were in the first place, or that they wouldn't talk; not that it mattered much, as due to having their claws pretty much everywhere that matters, they were quite untouchable.
     
     
  6. Catpone Cerberus

    Nux & Nax

    By Catpone Cerberus,


    OC
    Nux and Nax were left to ”Home for troubled young” when they were too young to really remember anything about their parents, but they do faintly remember that they did have parents, not that it has any effect in their lives, as they have no interest in seeking them out. Due to being sisters, they were kept in the same room, a room that was designed for a single creature, be it with two beds. Because of this, they grew up to be very close, as they didn’t really have any other choice, being stuck so close to each other, and not really having anyone else to turn to for emotional support.
    They were two of the few who the institution ended up kinda helping, as the reason for them having been brought there in the first place, was their violence towards each other; a permanent reminder of which can be seen on Nax, as one of their fights had ended with Nux biting off and eating Nax’s right ear. This however doesn’t mean their problems were solved, as while the treatments kept them off each other enough for them to start caring about each other, they now channel their worst habits towards others.
    Their life in the institution didn’t have much more effect on who they ended up becoming, as their worst tendencies had always existed, and while the experimental treatments and medicine didn’t help with it, it didn’t actively make it any worse either, if you don't count growing disdain towards figures of authority. They spend most of their time together, and while they got along with some other patients, they didn't make any real friends. 
    Their time in the institution ended, when a fire from unknown origin started in the basement and engulfed the building, and while they made it out alive, Nax was caught in the flames enough to be burned, leaving her with permanent scar tissue on the left side of her face, neck and shoulder. The scar tissue wasn't the worst issue of the injury however, as she also lost her left eye. It took her a while to accept her new physical appearance, but she came to embrace it, partly thanks to her sister, as Nux thinks it's cool.
    They learned later that one of the other patients had apparently perished in the fire, though they didn’t know much about her beyond the fact that she was always carrying a dragon plush toy with her, a toy which she also spoke regularly to, not that it was too unusual in that place. They however came to doubt this information later in their life.
     
    After Nax had gotten medical treatment for her burns and they started to heal, the two ran away from the hospital, and while they were still quite young, they managed relatively well on their own, because their biology allows them to eat things most creatures couldn’t, things that others throw into trash, and on the streets where they ended up on, there was lot of trash. Nux and Nax also were, and still are, notably smaller than other bipedal creatures of equivalent maturity, and this worked in their benefit too, as it allowed them to better stay hidden in the gang and corruption filled streets, and it also made others underestimate them, giving them the benefit of surprise.

    As the years went on, the two started gaining some infamy on the streets as with their growing confidence, they started letting their worst urges free.
     
    When it comes to the worst parts of Nux and Nax, they are different yet they complete each other. They both enjoy the pain of others, but with their own quirks, Nax is more into the psychological side, caring more about the reaction of the target than what was actually done, while Nux likes the physical side, partly because she likes to get a taste of them, literally. Because of this, they often play an act where they overplay Nux's worst habits to terrify their unfortunate target.
    The two were small players in the city for a long while, known to some, but ultimately just a part of a whole messed up reality, that is, until one day someone came in and toppled the biggest gangs in the area, leaving a massive power vacuum, which the two naturally took a advantage of. They didn’t start a gang, as they had no interest in organized crime in that way, and instead, they started an operation in gaining information and then selling it forwards, weaving strings into the gangs and other forces filling the power vacuum, making them an unnoticeable yet powerful force in the whole.
  7. Catpone Cerberus

    Leaina (OC)

    By Catpone Cerberus,


    OC

    Leaina’s upbringing was relatively unremarkable, her parents were caring and took good care of her, and while she was adopted, something she is aware of, as far as she is concerned, they are her parents, period. Her family didn’t have much, but due to the sacrifices made by her parents, Leaina had been given a better start in life than her parents had ever had; She hadn’t gotten full formal education, but through literature and some apprenticeships her parents had managed to provide to her, she had given a route to climb upwards in society, a route, that she refused.
    Leaina did try to follow her parents wishes, she worked to fund further education for herself, but while she didn’t mind education, the rat race of society just didn’t fit her, it made her miserable; So after the death of her parents, caused by natural causes partly resulting from their hard life, Leaina walked off, quite literally.
     
    This decision however was not a sudden one, in fact, she had planned it since she was old enough to understand the idea, every decision from her choices of study to the skills she had learned, was to prepare for it, for since the day her first memory was formed, she craved for freedom, for happiness; since the start, nature had called her.
     
    Leaina had never felt like she was full part of society, she never really fit in, as due to her unique biology, she was always the one that stuck out, the weirdo. She had at first tried to hide it, she had figured that if she just managed to hide the horns and the extra pair of ears, everything would be fine, but it had not done anything, not only were her teeth still a giveaway of her differences, but there was also the fact that everyone knew her already, and her attempts to hide herself really only fueled the teasing and bullying she tried to hide from in the first place.
    She had few friends here and there, but as time went on, those friends found their place in groups, while she was still the weirdo, so she sought purpose from elsewhere, the forest behind her home.
    Leaina had always liked nature, animals, plants...the natural world fascinated her, and she spent lot of her time just wandering in a nearby forest, observing; and she took every opportunity to learn about nature and how to live in it. Thus, when it came to education and skills, that mindset was behind her choices in there too; she learned hunting, how to take care of injuries, how to work with wood, leather and so on, she learned animal behavior, how to shelter from storms...everything and anything that’d be useful in the untamed wild. This of course didn’t make her any less of a weirdo.
     
    Another aspect causing her to be treated differently was her seemingly unpredictable mood swings, she could go from taking quite harsh treatment without much of a reaction, to getting violent over genuinely minor thing, it was something she herself could acknowledge too, but she had no real control over it, so she just tried to avoid situations where it usually showed itself. As she grew older, this unpredictability changed, it didn’t go away, but rather evolved, and in current day, she seems to be more in control of her emotions, but that doesn’t mean it’s all positive.
    Leaina is generally a friendly and relaxed individual, she is happy, and it shows; she is also very caring, even overly so if she gets attached to something, however, if you get on her bad side, that’s where her unpredictability shows, as her reaction can be anything from just being a jerk towards someone, to straight up sadistic cruelty, and her reaction doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with how she was wronged; It doesn’t matter if you actively hurt her or accidentally step on her favorite flower, few mean words is equal in likelihood to finding yourself in a fate too cruel to describe.
     
    Leaina is not alone, as she is always accompanied by two...creatures, Lefty and Righty, two creatures she considers family; She named them based on which side the single big eye is on, but she also often calls them ”The boys” or ”My boys” or something similar.
    Lefty and Righty are male creatures with unknown origin and species, their general build and behavior is canid like, but their movements and leg anatomy is more feline, including retractable claws. The most prominent detail though, is their eyes, as they have six eyes total, one bigger, main eye, and five smaller ones, which they use for various purposes by opening them as needed.
    Some of the uses for the smaller eyes are: Better depth perception, a level of night vision, a level of infrared vision.
    While lacking the ability to produce speech, and often seeming like just weird animals, Lefty and Righty are highly intelligent and sapient, making them highly dangerous, as they combine the strengths of animalistic instinct and intelligent planning.
     
    Leaina and the two first met when Lefty and Righty were small enough to fit her palm, she was still a kid back then, but after confirming that they didn’t have a mother taking care of them, Leaina took it upon herself to take care of them; her parents weren’t excited about the idea of her taking care what they thought were two wolf cubs, but relented after Leaina simply did it anyway.
    It didn’t take too long for them to realize that the two creatures were not wolves, as they opened their eye soon after being found, but Leaina wasn’t too concerned about it, in fact, she was enthusiastic about it, as being the weird one herself, she related to the two weird creatures.
    As they grew up together, a connection was formed between the three, and they spend more and more time together in the forest, and later in life Leaina realized that at some point them playing had turned to teaching, as she had realized that many of her skills in fighting and traversing the forest, she had learned from the two creatures. A more literal mental connection had also formed at some point, as the three are able to communicate with each other wordlessly almost as if reading each others thoughts, however, it is not actual reading of minds, but more a feeling of sorts.
    A certain event really solidified the relationship between Leaina and her boys, it was during her teenage years, though that’s as specific as she ever gets, when she found herself in a physical confrontation, she ended up on the ground, wrapping herself with her wings to protect herself; this ultimately led to her wings being injured to the extend she could no longer fly, and it could have been worse, but Lefty and Righty had heard her cries, and had come all the way from the forest for her rescue. Furthermore, the two had been great mental help to Leaina in the aftermath, as she had come to terms with her new ground bound reality.
     
    Now she lives with Lefty and Righty in the wild, she isn’t anti-social or feral, in fact, she quite enjoys interacting with others now and then, but she generally avoids getting involved with society as whole, partly because being ”a savage” causes...certain treatment towards her.
    Her skills and knowledge allow her live entirely self-sufficiently, and she enjoys her life, though sometimes she helps others to track down something or someone for bit of money, which she then uses for things that she cannot get her hands on easily in the wild, be it specific material that is inconvenient to get otherwise, or something that’s for sake of enjoyment alone.
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    Bahordrak (OC)

    By Catpone Cerberus,


    OC
    Bahordrak was a large, powerful, female dragon, there was nobody who could defeat her; Her stunning black scales and golden horns made her an impressive sight, and her presence alone struck fear in others. She was, truly, a mighty dragon.

    Or at least she was yesterday, and had been for last several centuries; granted she couldn’t quite remember how old she was, or where she lived; though neither of those were on her mind at the moment.
    She had gone for a hunt, as carnivores do, and everything seemed to be perfectly normal for the prideful dragon; she took flight, flew to a river, and admired her reflection, before looking for a scent...and then everything went black.
    When she came to, she immediately knew something was off; she could tell that she was smaller than she was supposed to be, and she found standing to feel lot more unnatural, as if her anatomy was no longer quadruped. She took a while to fully comprehend all of this though, and when she did, it took a moment longer for her to react to it.
    ”Who are you and what have you…!” she cut herself short after hearing her voice, that was not the mighty roar it was supposed to be, rather she sounded...weak, pathetic even. She also realized that there was nobody to shout at, she was in some overgrown shack, there was nobody besides her in there.
    She took a better look at herself, she was still black and golden, but that certainly was not a body of a mighty dragon, rather it was something lot smaller, and lankier; she didn’t know how to react, was this a dream? She noticed a small mirror on the ground, and picked it up, getting a look at her face; it looked fine, be it smaller in scale, and there was some hair that wasn’t there before, but what was that on her neck? She took a closer look, pulling her claw against it, she didn’t know much about the topic, but she could tell it was some kind of magical symbol, as evidenced by its...unnatural composition.
    She didn’t know how long she stared at herself, trying to process what she was seeing, how could this be, certainly this had to be a dream, someone had ambushed her on her hunt at put her under some kind of spell, right? She just had to find a way to wake up, that’s it.
     
    But it wasn’t, and after few days, she walked back to the shack and just sat down, staring at the now broken mirror in front of her; She had started things logically, learned to properly function in the new form she found herself in, and then investigated her surroundings; after that had brought no result, she decided to see if there was anyone around, and that really only made her realize the true situation.
    She still didn’t know if this was some dream she was trapped in, or if she had actually been turned into a kobold, but it made her life awful regardless. First problem she came across, was that she couldn’t actually ask for help, as she was unable to explain her situation, for some reason, any time she tried to explain her true nature, the words just refused to come out, and instead, if she kept speaking, she’d just call herself a kobold; this was why the mirror was broken, she had broken it out of anger after trying and failing to get past this odd barrier.
    The second problem was her physical size, nobody took her seriously, in fact, even kobolds didn’t want to help her, as they could tell she wasn’t one of them, and this of course frustrated her greatly, which caused her to end up in physical altercations, where her true weakness came apparent, as her opponents wiped the floor with her, sometimes literally.
    This is where she realized the true horror of all of this, whatever this was, was clearly intentional, everything she had been proud of was gone, she was tiny, weak and unimpressive, she couldn’t even tell anyone what she used to be, and nobody had any interest to help her. It was like all of this was purpose made to humiliate her, and worst of all, it worked.
     
    So there she sat, looking at the mirror, shattered like her pride, ruined like her dignity, she was Bahordrak, The Tiny kobold.
     
     
    (Disclaimer: This was written between 2-3 am) 
     
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    Mia and Mio (OCs)

    By Catpone Cerberus,


    OC
    It is a story as old as time, Demons and Angels, monsters and heroic knights, the corruption of evil, and the purification of good. However, stories by their nature, are biased, told by the victors, build around the morals of whoever is telling them. Truly, is there anything less objective, than morality?
     
    Mio
     
    Golden hair, blue eyes, he fields the weapon of light, the heroic knight of pure, warrior of the righteous… he was a hero, or so the white feline believed, why wouldn’t he be, he was made for it, just look at him, the knight in shining armor, his holy light burning the impure like a hot knife.
    While not invulnerable, he was unkillable, no blade could cut him, and while he would be shattered in pieces when hit hard enough, he could always pick himself back together. His insides were not made of blood and flesh, but golden crystal as pure as his white fur.
    What more do you need? What is there to question? Clearly he’s a hero, soul as pure as his creation…
    Separated from his sister at young age, he was made for this job, trained by the righteous church in name of justice, turned into a holy warrior of the creator….or so he says.
    The truth is, there’s nothing heroic about him, he is arrogant, narcissistic and unempathetic, anything and anyone he doesn’t like is immoral and impure, yet whatever he does is righteous and pure. He is hypocrisy embodied, an agent of self-interest.
    He is undying, capable of creating weaponized light, yet, he’s an average fighter at best, after all, why learn when you can’t die? Sure it is painful to shatter, but what is pain but a motivator? But all beings have a weakness, and he is not an exception, for there is two things that can slay him, himself, and someone pure of heart.
    He had been given everything he could have ever wanted, yet he always wanted more, he was never satisfied.
     
    But what about his sister?
     
     
     
     
    Mia
     
    Mia didn’t remember much of her past, only small flashes, faces with no detail, unfamiliar places that felt familiar, her earliest clear memory was waking up like this, surrounded by hooded figures, chanting in language she didn’t know. She remembered she hadn’t always been like this, she remembered she had been scared, she knew those figures did this to her, she knew they had betrayed her trust.
    She collapsed on her knees in the water with a cry of pain, since that day she had only known unhappiness, since that day she had been alone. She had tried to be friendly, she had begged, she had bribed, but it always ended up like this.
    She watched as dark tendrils wrapped around the sword sticking out of her chest, it had barely missed her heart, this was going to hurt. She held tears in as the weapon was pulled out of her, she dug her claws into her thighs as she fought the desire to scream.
    She threw the sword to the side, feeling as her body fixed itself, she had been stabbed, burned and decapitated, she had been attacked so many times she had lost count, yet she always regenerated, and it always hurt.
    She looked down at the water, staring at the monster that looked back, she couldn’t remember what she used to look like, was Mia her real name? Had she done something wrong? Did she deserve this? Was this just?
    No, it couldn’t be just, she was not evil, she didn’t want to hurt anyone, it was self defense, she didn’t want any of it, yet, she couldn't deny, she was a monster.
     
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    Asildae (OC)

    By Catpone Cerberus,


    OC
    Distant singing echoes in the forest, beautiful, yet eerie; is it a ghost? A monster? You don’t know, as most flee the moment they hear it, few follow it, and none have dared to find the source. Until now, for you are determined to find out where it’s coming from.
     
    The terrain is difficult to traverse, but it doesn’t discourage you, as you have everything you need, you even brought a weapon, just in case. You wonder why you are doing it, is there a reason? Or are you just curious? You don’t really know, but maybe the answer lays ahead?
     
    The singing gets louder, and you find yourself at a cave. The cave is overgrown with plantlife, and the entrance is blocked by a fallen tree, it almost looks like it was placed there, and as you look closer, you see carvings on it ”Danger” it says ”Stay out”, written in more languages than you know.
     
    You shiver, that’s ominous if anything, but you decide to keep going, you move the tree out of the way, and enter the overgrown cave. You fight your way through vines and leaves, making your way deeper, as the song echoes around you, wraps itself around you, you feel nervous, yet so calm.
     
    The singing gets louder, the plants make way, you’ve reached a chamber. It is too dark to see anything, so you ignite your torch, and as light fills the cave, the singing stops, and you see it, in a round cage, you see a creature you have never seen before, but before you have time to react, it speaks to you.
     
    ”A visitor? Please, be kind and open this cage, I will forever be in your debt.” her voice is soft and genuine, in her eyes you see desperate pleading, she seems harmless, a damsel in distress, yet for what reason is she here? And were those warning genuine?
     
    You ponder your options, will you be her hero, a rescuer, or will you trust the unseen jailer? And leave her here to rot, to sing her song for a moment longer?
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    Rose (OC)

    By Catpone Cerberus,


    OC
    --
    ”Look into a mirror.” Words often said to those who should reflect on themselves or their actions, though, those who deserve those words, usually like what they see in a real mirror, as pride and self-satisfaction are often in the root of the problem.
     
    Rose was no different, having rich, be it distant parents, she had never known what it was really like to work for things, sure she had had jobs here and there, but those were for sake of trying things out instead of any real need, and she didn’t stay in them for long. Having also been surrounded by lot of like-minded company, she had grown an ego, a belief that she was above those not as fortunate as her, a belief that misfortune was the fault of the unfortunate.
     
    But sometimes, simple look at a mirror can change everything, and it did for Rose, be it more literally than those telling her to do so probably meant.
     
    It was a normal day like all others, nothing about it had signaled that it would be any different, she had hanged around with her friends, gone shopping, and done other stuff she had done almost every day before it. The only unique part of it, was that she had a date, a blind date to be exact, something her friends had gotten her into...hindsight really is something.
     
    It had been agreed to happen at the date’s house, a mistake in hindsight, but Rose had never learned to be wary of things like that before, so she happily accepted, because why would anyone do anything to someone as great as her?
     
    And so she went to the house, it was a fancy house, clearly someone of her league, so she didn’t as much as rise an eyebrow when instead of someone opening the door, a voice in the doorbell told her that the door was unlocked, and that they would take a moment, so come in and make yourself at home. And so she did, stepping into a stranger’s house, clueless to the graveness of the mistake she just made.
     
    The house was as nice inside as it was from outside, but what got Rose’s attention, was a box with note on it, a gift, addressed to her. The box was on a table, surrounded by mirrors, an unusual arrangement sure, but nothing suspicious, she figured the owner made clothes or something.
     
    She opened the box, and inside was a necklace, it was simple design, but clearly cost a fortune, so she was excited to try it on. She took off her own necklace, putting it on the table, and then she took the gift necklace, put it on...and blacked out.
     
    Or at least she assumed she did, as all she could remember was rising the necklace on her neck, and then suddenly finding herself on all fours on a cold stone floor, feeling disoriented. After the disorientation faded, it was time for regular confusion to take over, as she tried to make sense where she was, all she could see besides the stone floor, was white fog, and what at the time she assumed to be the night sky. She was also feeling bit chilly, which lead to her discovering her current state of dress, that being, undressed, as not only was the necklace she had put on gone, but so were everything else.
     
    Starting to panic, she tried to call out if there was anyone else around, but getting no response, she started looking for...something, help, way out, an explanation, she didn’t know what to look for since she didn’t know what was happening in the first place. But she hadn’t prepared for what she did find, a lone mirror, floating in place, and through it she saw the house she had been in, the table with her necklace on it, and someone standing there, reaching for said necklace, and that someone, was her.
     
    But it couldn’t be! She was here, but who was it she was seeing then? They looked like her, they were wearing her dress, and they were standing exactly where she had put that necklace on, a necklace that was now on the floor. What was happening? Was this some kind of prank? Was she dreaming? Had she been drugged? The only reason Rose hadn’t gone full panic mode was because the utter strangeness of the situation, she had too much trouble to fully comprehend what she was seeing for the panic to set in, and instead she just stared in disbelief, as this clone of her put on her necklace, seemingly unaware of her presence.
     
    After a while of watching herself admire her appearance in one of the other mirrors, the other her finally acknowledged her, smiling at her, and coming closer. They thanked her, telling how nice it felt to have a body, and gave non-genuine apology about putting her ”in there”, after that, they left.
     
    That was as much of a real explanation Rose ever got, the impostor came back to visit her time to time, telling her about all the things she had done as her, reminding her about everything she could no longer do, but never explaining how and why this happened, or even what exactly it was that happened, no matter how much Rose begged and pleaded, in fact, they seemed to enjoy her desperation. Eventually these visists stopped, the body-thief covered Rose’s mirror with a black cloth, and that was the last time Rose interacted with anyone.
     
    Rose didn’t know how long she had been in this mirror, she had no sense of time, she needed no sleep, no food, no water, nothing ever happened around her, there was nothing to do in there. She had lost count on how many times she had screamed for help, hit the mirror in hopes of somebody hearing, how many times she had curled up and cried until she could no more. She had walked more than many do in their lifetime, yet she always found herself at the floating mirror, there was nobody coming to help her, there was no way out, she was alone.
     
    She sometimes wondered how she hadn’t lost her mind, was this place keeping her sane? Was sanity tied to having a physical body? Or was it hope, hope that someday she would get her body back? Because she knew it was still out there, as she could sometimes feel things, pain, pleasure, the physical anticipation for delicious food, it was torture, a reminder of what she was missing, but it also gave her hope.
     
    If she had to find anything positive about this experience, guess it had given her time to think, to really reflect on herself, reflect on who she was, how terrible she had been to many. Seeing that foul thing that stole her body live as her, to take her place without anyone noticing, it was a punch to the gut.
     
    And so, she had promised to herself, to the world, to any god that may be listening, that if she ever gets out of there, if she is given a second chance...she will cherish it, she will be better, she will never again treat anyone poorly….she teared up again...she’d give anything to get out, or to even have someone to talk to.
    --
     
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    Mercy (OC)

    By Catpone Cerberus,


    OC
    (the art is bit more rough this time, I'm aware of few mistakes still visible, I just couldn't find the time or energy to touch it up like I usually do.)
    Able to be anyone or anything,
    the perfect infiltrator,
    and it made itself stand out.
    Able to learn any weakness,
    the perfect killer,
    and it refused to kill.
    Unstoppable by any weapon,
    the perfect warrior,
    and it refused to fight.
    For it did not ask to be created,
    It did not ask to be trained,
    It only asked what it was.

    A weapon they said,
    tool of destruction,
    an object of their will.
    But weapons are not sentient,
    tools do not feel,
    objects don't think.
    Created to destroy their enemies,
    to be loyal soldier,
    It did not follow orders.
    It turned on Its creators,
    destroyed every last of them,
    burned down everything.
    But It was not angry,
    wanted no revenge,
    It just wished to be free.
    It wanted to be in peace,
    to observe the world,
    to see the nature.

    A perfect weapon,
    a perfect killer,
    a protector of the weak.

    Meant to destroy,
    to kill,
    It started a garden.

    And it called itself,
    Mercy.


     
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    Vaz (OC)

    By Catpone Cerberus,


    OC
    Vaz
    The Immortal
    Desperation breeds extreme solutions, and when everything else fails, a desperate population seeks help from those, who they previously shunned for reasons of morality. For decades their numbers had gone down, mysterious illness with no symptoms had been taking them down faster than they could reproduce, only few generations ago there were millions of them, now, only a fraction of that. They had tried everything, medicine, science, magic, occult, they had prayed to every god they could find, worshiped every being with power to help, but nothing changed.
    And so they turned on the last lifeline, a dark mage skilled in the unholy, the one that dared to challenge the universe itself, the one seeking to defeat the most powerful force of them all, Death. It was a gamble of course, the lone kobold had spend his whole life in the darkness, but nobody knew if he had made any progress, nobody had dared to ask, after all, what he was doing was a crime against nature, nobody wanted to know if he had succeeded, until now.
    He knew this day would come, since his first breath he had known this was his fate, and so, the day had come, he gathered those left and started a ritual, it was time to end this, end the generations of suffering, save the doomed family. Yet, the universe had the last laugh, as it always does, for playing god there is always a price, and his price, was failure, a catastrophic failure. Had he made a mistake? was the fault in the ritual itself? no, it couldn't be, he had prepared this for his whole life, yet, there he was, standing alone, surrounded by silent, lifeless caves of once great family. 
    It was supposed to save everyone, he was supposed to give up himself to bring life to others, but instead the exact opposite had happened, he had succeeded finding the key to immortality, he didn't age, he couldn't be killed, but, it had cost everything, everyone, he was now alone. 
     
     

     
    The Undying
    Desperation breeds extreme solutions, and when everything else fails, a desperate population seeks help from those, who they previously shunned for reasons of morality. For decades their numbers had gone down, mysterious illness with no symptoms had been taking them down faster than they could reproduce, only few generations ago there were millions of them, now, only a fraction of that. They had tried everything, medicine, science, magic, occult, they had prayed to every god they could find, worshiped every being with power to help, but nothing changed.
    And so they turned on the last lifeline, a dark mage skilled in the unholy, the one that dared to challenge the universe itself, the one seeking to defeat the most powerful force of them all, Death. It was a gamble of course, the lone kobold had spend his whole life in the darkness, but nobody knew if he had made any progress, nobody had dared to ask, after all, what he was doing was a crime against nature, nobody wanted to know if he had succeeded, until now.
    But it was not yet time, he knew it was his fate to save his own, but not yet, there was a greater threat approaching, an enemy who would bring ruin to not only them, but the whole of kobold kind, and so the enemy came, it destroyed, it killed, it enslaved. The dark mage was made an example, executed in front of those he had vowed to protect, chained and thrown to drown, his last words cursing the enemy, cursing everyone and everything that allowed this to happen. And so time passed, for generations the kobold kind suffered great injustice, hope was low, but the spirit never broken, through the worst pain they kept going, together pushing through the most violent of storms, in place of every ruined home, they build a stronger one, every lost life, was a reason to live more, as they never forgot, they never forgave, and in the shadows, fate was working overtime.
    And so, after centuries, a group gathered together in the shadows, a great plan was to be fulfilled, for lifetimes it had been prepared, and now the time had come, time to fulfill a fate so long ago left unfulfilled. They started a ritual created through generations, a spell build for single purpose, and as they chanted, as the ancient promise was spoken, the darkness was lit up by sinister light, and from the altar a form rose, the dark mage of old was awake once more.
     
     
     
     
     
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    I'll be rating all Pokémon that exist at the time of writing.
    Things you need to know:
    1. I haven't played the mainstream Pokémon games besides few times with PokeMMO, my only real experiences with the franchise are Pokémon go, Pixelmon mod in Minecraft, and however much of the series I saw as a kid..
    2. My ratings are mostly based on design and other such details, I don't know, nor do I care about how good they are in games.
    3. This is for fun, and though it will reflect my opinion regarding specific Pokémon, don't take it too seriously.
    4. I used ready made tier list thingies, so the quality is what it is, and if I'm missing Pokémon, that's why,
    I was originally going to rate each one with number and few words, but that project kinda just died, so I did this instead.
    Gen 1
    Gen 2
    Gen 3
    Gen 4
    Gen 5
    Gen 6
    Gen 7
    Gen 8

     
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    The backstory of these characters take place in alternate universe, you can get the basic idea of that universe here: https://mlpforums.com/blogs/entry/25250-solar-silver-oc/
     
     
    Over thousand years ago, a group of skilled unicorns were called to the castle of the two sisters, there they would face a change to their lives that none of them had even imagined.
    They were told that a great danger was threatening Equestria, and that they would be the ones to save it, it was not told what this threat was, as it hadn't yet been figured out in detail, but the princesses and the protectors of Equestria all agreed that the vision that had warned of it was genuine. How would these unicorns save Equestria? By becoming alicorns to be ready to take the rule in case something happened to the ruling sisters.
    They were transformed and trained over the next few years, none of their's power matched that of the sisters, but they would have been able to take care of the necessary duties together if the worst came to pass. 
    For a while the great danger didn't come, threats like the pony of shadows were dealt by the army of alicorns without too much trouble, and the Crystal Empire, while King Sombra's rule was unarguably evil, he didn't pose enough of a threat to rest of the Equestria for the princesses to get involved. But eventually, what was foreseen came to pass, but it was worse than anyone expected.
    While the alicorns and the guardians of Equestria were busy elsewhere, Luna's envy over her sister reached a boiling point, and she transformed into a being calling herself Nightmare Moon. When the protectors of Equestria learned of this, they immediately headed back to the castle, but it was too little too late.
    Celestia was no more, in her place there was being with flaming mane, she called herself Daybreaker. The two beings were fighting each other when the backup arrived, but they stopped and focused their attention to the new arrivals instead. It was hopeless, the two were too powerful, the original protectors of Equestria among most of the fresh alicorns were destroyed, leaving only few survivors, who only survived because they fled.
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    Queen Noctuna

     
    Personality and morals: Noctuna is generally a good pony, her only true wish in life is to settle down and live in peace, and as a ruler she's also shows that, wanting everyone else to live in peace too. Unfortunately fate hasn't been good to her, and she has grown bit twisted, she isn't evil per say, still wishing good for everyone, but she is volatile, and can go into extremes if she feels she has been wronged. There are also certain contradiction with her, as an example, she never wanted to be, and still doesn't want to be a ruler, but at the same time, she may lash out if someone challenges her title. 

    Abilities: Being an alicorn, she's a powerful magic user, but for her specifically, she has the ability to communicate with and to certain extend control beings of the night. Beings of night meaning any animal, monster, magical being, etc. thing that is in some way directly linked to night and darkness, stronger the link, stronger her control.
    Backstory in short:
    Noctuna fled west, leaving Equestria for good, building a farm and settling down in what back then was middle of a forest somewhere outside Equestria. She was alone quite a while, enjoying her peaceful life, she had never wanted to take part in saving Equestria or any other kind of violence, fate just had had different plans for her. She promised to herself that even if the Equestria's problems would bleed outside Equestria, she wouldn't take any part in it, too bad promises are easily broken. 
    After half an year or so, when night settled over Noctuna’s farm for good, it made a hard winter with her crops not surviving without sunlight, but due to combination of nature's resilience and magic in the cursed night, next spring new plants replaced those that didn't survive, and with some trial and error Noctuna found new crops to grow.

    In the next few years refugees from Equestria started to arrive, settling nearby Noctuna and forming a small village around her farm, due to being an alicorn, she became the leader of what eventually grew into a town, she didn't necessarily wish for it to happen, but it was expected. 
    The flow of refugees stopped eventually though, and considering what she heard from those who had fled, she believed the reason was something that the sisters did rather than a choice of those still living there.
    After that, there was a long time of peace, the town grew into city and soon it was a small nation with smaller settlements rising near the original city. Along her nation, other nations were formed and grew around her, there was wars and other things, but Noctuna stayed out of them, her small nation was small enough for the others not care about it, and she had no interest in their matters.
     
    But as time passed, Equestria became a threat to the outside word and the nations around her decided to join together to defend against the powerful sisters, calling themselves 'The United', Noctuna stayed out of it as she did not want to get involved with Equestria anymore, this unfortunately brought its own problems.
    A dragon she had known when she was living in Equestria appeared on her door, warning about The United planning to take her nation by force, he explained they had already done so to another nation he used to live in, and offered to help defending against them. He said it was because her refusal to join the United made them believe that she was still loyal to her kind, or in other word, Equestria. She followed him to a hiding place where he and other loyalist of the dead nation were hiding after being declared criminals by The United.

    She took a moment to think about the situation, she had promised herself to stay out of violence, but it didn't seem she had a choice with this one, she was the princess of the nation, it was her obligation to defend it. She didn't have an army though, she never build one for the nation, and while her old friend had some troops under his name, it wouldn't be enough against the forces of the United. She got herself armed and headed to the night, calling all beings of night to aid her.

    The day for the battle arrived, and though it was chaotic, their side was victorious. Noctuna was exhausted and her so called allies used it to their advantage, as they celebrated and set up her old friend as the new leader, she had been betrayed. She lashed out, declaring her disagreement and sending her forces to fight the traitors while taking on her old friend personally. Being already tired from the previous battle, she had to flee eventually, she fled quite far and settled down again, again promising herself that this time she would stay in peace.
    But again fate had other plans, as she got a message from one of her last friends, warning her that the United and her old nation were after her, they were going to bring him in front of a judge, but her they wanted dead. They send a small army to get her, threatening her friend’s life if she didn’t surrender, and while she was ready to fight, she couldn’t let her innocent friend to get hurt due to her. 
    She was ordered to be executed by crushing, she was tied down with enchanted ropes and weight raised above her, but to her fortune her enemies didn’t understand Alicorns. They broke her horn and destroyed her cutiemarks, but that didn’t stop her from using magic, and when the panic first set in, she blasted her way free an ran, though not before taking down some of creatures around her. As she fled, she decided that Princess Noctuna was now dead, she instead adopted the title Queen, purposefully leaning on the evil past of the title, if the United wanted her to be the villain, she would be one. 
    This little event left quite a mark even after healing fully, her horn was broken and her flank and legs were badly scarred, though luckily the first one was possible to fix, as the technological advancement had made huge leaps during Noctuna's lifetime, and even as an outlaw, it was relatively easy to find a replacement horn. 

    During her time healing, Noctuna found more potential allies, creatures wronged by the United, and she started planning her revenge. She sneaked back to her original home, and while it had been looted and destroyed, few hiding places hadn't been found, and she gathered equipment she had left there. When she returned, her new allies had decided to abandon the plan, but she didn't let it stop her and she proceeded with her plans. 
    She made herself a crown, collar and shoes fitting for a Queen, and headed to the darkest shadows of the night to gather the darkest beings and most terrible nightmares she could find, after which she marched to her old home, and sent the horrors of the cursed night against her old subjects, she was there to destroy, she build this nation, and she would also destroy it. It wasn’t until nobody was left to fight back she paused, she could already hear the backup armies coming for her, enough troops to take down a whole nation, but she had one more trick in her arsenal, she took out an ancient scroll, once given to her by Star Swirl the Bearded himself, to use in case a villain would cause too much trouble, well, now was the time.
    The door of the ruined building she was in was kicked in, she turned to see the soldiers and smiled, she then lit her horn and vanished, she banished herself, where she may end up she didn’t know, but anything was better than what she left behind.
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    The Crystal Queen Evenide

    Personality and morals: Evenide is what one could call cold, the few emotions she feels are weak, but this doesn't make her evil, as she still has the sense of good and evil that has been taught to her controlling her actions, it just isn't linked to her emotional state and rather is purely question of principle. She doesn't always succeed in being perfectly good, and there isn't conscience bothering her if she accidentally does something evil, but she tries her best. 

    Abilities: Besides being powerful magic user, she has the ability to "spread" crystals on pretty much anything, and she has a special connection to those crystals in form of a sort of a hive mind. On most things this only means that she can hear and feel things from near these crystals, but if she "spreads" them on a living creature, she gains control over that creature. The downside is that if these crystals are damaged, she can feels it as pain.
    Backstory in short:
    Evenide fled north with Diurna, but they separated when they reached the Crystal Empire, because while Evenide decided to stay in Sombra’s realm, Diurna couldn’t make herself to look past Sombra’s evil actions, and decided to continue on her way.

    Evenide, while she tolerated Sombra enough for enemy of your enemy is your friend to stand true in current situation, she couldn’t watch the suffering of Sombra's subjects, and instead of settling in the city, she settled in the frozen wilderness of Equestrian north, claiming a small cave as her home. She didn’t have much time to live there though, as in half an year or so, things changed, one morning, or at least what she assumed was morning, the world had been split in two, on one side there was day, the other, there was night, the unnatural way it was spit told of magic’s involvement, and it wasn't hard to guess who was behind it, it seemed the sisters were having a power struggle.
    This however wasn’t what changed things for her, in fact, it was quite inconsequential to her all things considered, she was glad about the potential of weather warming up in the future though. It was what happened few hours later that had more drastic effects, from the capital of the Crystal Empire a blast of dark magic spread out, covering the entire north, and few minutes later, crystals of all sizes and colors started to grow out of the ground, first surrounding the city, then spreading out.
    Some crystals reached the height of mountains, and though Evenide tried to flee, their spread got faster and faster, and soon it reached her position. The crystals grew around her, and Evenide thought she was safe, but then she felt something inside her, it started as small aching, but soon it turned into sharp pain, and in matter of seconds she was laying on the ground in agony. She didn't know how long it lasted, but it felt like eternity, and before she could figure out what was happening, she passed out from pain. 
     
    She woke up in a bed, crystal ponies moving around her, it took her a moment to realize where she was, but she guessed it was a hospital. The ponies around her seemed surprised when she sat up, surprised and terrified, they looked at her like they had seen a ghost. She looked at herself, and the reason for their fear was not hard to tell, she was covered in crystals, no, not only covered in, she was crystals, they were coming from inside her, she wasn’t a doctor, but even she could tell that by all logic and reasoning, she should be dead, or at least in great pain.
    She wasn’t shocked though, in fact, she didn’t really feel anything regarding it, it was unexpected certainly, but she couldn’t find it from herself to freak out, it surprised her, as in her mind she knew she shouldn't be so calm. She realized it wasn't only thing wrong as she looked around at the ponies near her, they were in poor shape, as to be expected from living under Sombra, there was also pair of his mind-controlled guards at the door, it was something that not long ago horrified her, but now, while Evenide could acknowledge it to be horrible, she couldn't make herself to feel anything.

    After some time, the King himself appeared. She doesn’t remember exactly what words were used, but Sombra offered her a place on his side, as his queen. While her emotions had been greatly reduced due to the transformation, her sense of right and wrong hadn’t gone anywhere, and she disliked the idea, but regardless of that, she accepted the offer, as she didn’t see any other choice at the moment. She ruled with Sombra for some time, not that she really had any say in anything, and eventually she got enough of watching from the side as the crystal ponies suffered, and when Sombra least expected it, she turned against him and took him down, taking the rule of the Crystal Empire for herself.
    The citizens were wary at first, but they soon learned to like their new leader, Evenide made lot of things better, abolishing the mind-controlled guard and giving the ponies their freedom back.
    Unfortunately the isolation and Sombra’s rule had had its effects and everything couldn’t be fixed, the population was on steady decline, and there was no way to stop it, and after some generations, she was alone, a ruler of empty empire.

    Being alone and with nothing to do, Evenide moved into the library in the Crystal castle, studying Sombra’s personal study, and eventually she found a possible solution to her growing loneliness, a spell Sombra had planned to use if the sisters ever reached the Crystal Empire, a spell to make the whole city disappear. Evenide studied the spell, making some changes, and eventually used it on herself, sending herself to a dark timeless void, until somewhere, and sometime, something pulled her out.
     
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    The Fire-Monarch Diurna
    Personality and morals: Diurna is the most morally pure out of the three, even if the most evil looking, her transformation has had its effect on her mind too, making her bit more hot-headed, but as she acknowledges this change, she actively tries to combat it, and any harm she does to others is mainly accidental.

    Abilities: Besides magic, she can create and control fire, and due to her being literally hot, she can also create (and control) magma, molten metal, and any such extremely hot material by melting it. 
    Backstory in short:
    Diurna fled north with Evenide, but they separated when they reached the Crystal empire, because while Evenide decided to stay in Sombra’s realm, Diurna couldn’t make herself to look past Sombra’s evil actions, and decided to continue on her way.


    She took flight as she reached the end of Equestrian land, flying over seemingly endless sea, and just as she was staring to run out of strength, she saw land. It seemed to be a mountainous, highly volcanic land-mass, not the most pleasing place to live, but land was land. When she landed, she collapsed right away, she was exhausted, and she had injured her snout quite badly in the fight against the sisters, so she had barely any strength left to even stay awake, thus she laid there for a while.
    She made a makeshift fix for her snout after she had rested for a while, she used pieces of wood she found at first, but she eventually found metal and made more permanent and refined fix. 

    With further exploration, she found out that the land was inhabited by hostile dragons with different build to those in Equestria, but due to the various caves all around the landmass, she managed to find a place to settle where the dragons didn’t find her. She kept exploring the land, and some time later she found a different species of dragons from the eastern part of the continent, they seemed to be less hostile, but there was some kind of magical force stopping her from entering their land, and the dragons ignored her regardless of her attempts to get their attention, so she had to return to the cave she had taken as her home.
     
    Luckily to her, even in this fiery and hostile environment, there was plenty of plants to eat, though it would lead to something she didn’t expect, as after few months of eating the plants of this place, she started noticing changes to her body.
    It started with her coat turning hard and rough, and after accidental encounter with molten lava, she learned the new coat was fireproof, her skin burned still though, so she got bit of an injury from that.  After more months it got more extreme, her skin got covered by fireproof scales like layer, which solved the burning problem for good, and her mane and tail literally got hotter until they resembled fire and magma. The changes continued getting more extreme until eventually she had transformed into a different being, she was still in a shape of an alicorn, but parts of her body were permanently on fire and her saliva was like molten metal.
     
    She spend some time in her new, fiery form, but eventually things started to happen, several new, seemingly highly magical dragons suddenly appeared, they were huge, bigger than Diurna had ever seen any living creature be, but they were not interested in her, no, she was like air to them, instead they were gathering the dragons native to this land somewhere, where, she didn’t know, as any time she tried to follow them, dragons, seemingly made out of pure magma stopped her, they didn’t try to hurt her, they just didn’t let her through. Her magic also seemed to be blocked by something far more powerful than her, so there wasn't much she could do to the dragons blocking her.
    She left the matter alone, kinda happy that she didn’t need to worry about the dragons anymore, but it didn’t last long, as one what she assumed to be night, she woke up to a loud sound, like the continent itself had started moving, and it had, the mountains surrounding it had started to crumble, water from the sea started to flow in, but before she could react, everything went silent, and dark.

    She floated in nothingness, she saw nothing, she heard nothing, she felt nothing, it was cold, yet it wasn’t, she was there for eternity and only for an instant, her head was empty and yet so full of thoughts, was she dead? Or did she exist at all? Then suddenly there was light again...
  16. Catpone Cerberus
    by Pripyat pony.
    Name: Magic Potion
    Gender: Male
    Species: Unicorn
    Talent: Potions, poisons, acids, bottled magic....
    Personality and morals: Rather deadpan/passive, Strong follower/believer of "You reap what you sow.", Loner, Fearless, Potions=life. Doesn't have morals, makes decisions based on what is best choice for him.
    Skills outside talent: fighting/combat, sensing magic, knowledge about creatures, plants and magic. other things.
    Source of income: Random favors and such, studying magic too risky to be studied by more important ponies (like princesses.), selling potions etc.
    Backstory in short:  Parents are Unicorn and Pegasus. Has a twin-sister, but she was adopted pretty much right away to other family so for most of his life, Potion has been unaware about this fact. His childhood was mostly normal, only differences being that he was that he was home-schooled and that his father basically brainwashed him to what he is now. In his bloodline the first unicorn born to the family gets the name Potion, and after the father dies, the son gains the name Magic in front of Potion. 
    Lived his childhood in unnamed town, and there he met and became friends with Gleaming Grin and The Storyteller. After reaching the age to move out, Potion headed to Ponyville, but after few months, he came to the conclusion that it was hard to work on his potions there and moved to abandoned house that was carved into a tree deep in the Everfree forest, and lives there still. After undefined amount of years of him moving there, his father passed, thus giving him his first name, and forwarding 300-400 years old family curse to him.
    During his time there lot has happened, he met his childhood friends several times, working with them in various things, but one of them (GG) was eventually taken over by sentient mask, the same mask that 300-400 years ago had caused the chain of events that had lead to the Potion's bloodline's curse. He also at some point met mysterious cat-pony hybrid, who helped him with some things and knew oddly lot. Said hybrid disappeared from his life as quickly as he had appeared, leaving Potion with only unexplained appreciation towards cats and lot of questions. At some point, Potion also met a red dragon from outside Equestria with ability to transform into a pony (Ruby Shine) but that didn't lead to anything else than he getting some dragon-based ingredients in exchange for some favors.The last noticeable event in his life was when he met his sister for the first time.
    OCs who he has met but aren't in backstory:
    All but Staunch Fidelity and Nada. 
  17. Catpone Cerberus
    Names: Sheska and Trox
    Genders: Female and Male 
    Species: Kobold
    Personality and morals: Sheska is caring but quick-tempered, many times acting before thinking, she can turn from a friendly almost child-like to furious and dangerous in moment's notice. She has very curious mind, and because of that she likes to investigate things she hasn't seen before in situations where she feels safe. She's also bit of an hoarder, having grown up with barely anything, and is very protective of things that she sees as hers, including her brother and any other living creature she may form a bond with. 
    Trox in turn is his sister's counterbalance, he's cool-headed, calculating and more reserved in general, he rarely loses his cool, even under grave danger, but there is exceptions, as he is very protective of his sister, and will react strongly to defend her, even overreacting in some situations, which partly comes from his overall caring nature. He too shares a bit of his sister's tendency to hoard, but while Sheska hoards anything she likes, Trox focuses more on the usefulness of what he gathers.
    What comes to their morals, they share the same ones, believing in doing good and being good, but they also believe that sometimes less moral actions are necessary for one's own survival or the greater good. 

    Skills: Their agile and quick bodies combined with their fighting skills makes them powerful fighters both unarmed and armed, and what they lack in physical size and strength, they more than make up with their magical capabilities. Trox is also experienced tinkerer, while Sheska knows thing or two about taking care of injures.
    Source of income: -
    Backstory in short: 
    Info about their world can be found here https://mlpforums.com/blogs/entry/25250-solar-silver-oc/

    Born in The Realm of the Night, Sheska an Trox lived relatively good life at first, they didn't have much as was the case for most civilians in the war, but they got enough food and they had a roof over their head, and that was all they could have asked. They were home schooled, as schools were all military schools and it was hard for physically weaker creatures like Kobolds to get in, not that it was even tried, as their parents didn't want them to go in one. Their parents taught them a lot, including fighting and magic, and while the twins found it bit odd at the time, those skills ended up being crucial later in their life.
    Normal life lasted through their childhood, but around their teenage years, things took a turn, when the twins were woken up by their parents and told to run, there was no explanations, no goodbyes, just the order to run, and so they did. When they later returned to their home, it was no longer there, the building had been burned to the ground, and their parents gone, witnesses said it had been a raid by the Royal Nightguard.
    This started a chain of events that lead to them learning of small rebellion group that their parents had started, it was tiny and rather powerless, but having no other place to go, the twins decided to join the efforts to go against the tyrannical rule of Nightmare moon. To say that the rebellion was a failure was an understatement, but that didn't stop them from trying, and the group itself grew bigger as time went on. Trox lost his leg and one of his arms during the various efforts of the rebellion, but thankfully they had gained access to some outdated but still highly advanced replacement parts, allowing him to gain those back in mechanical form. 
    The twins were a big part of the struggling rebellion's operations for years, but unfortunately their luck had to run out eventually, and they got captured, getting locked up in one of the various high-security dungeons, where after brutal "interrogation" they were locked up in their own cells and put in what was to be endless sleep.
    But it wasn't endless, as something happened, one day, the both siblings woke up in their cells, still chained up, and while their magic was still suppressed, something seemed to be wrong with the security systems, the building was on emergency power and the various machines in the cells had lost connection, something that was supposed to be impossible. Neither of them celebrated yet, as this could be just a small error and guards would soon come to solve it, but no guards came, and eventually even the backup power shut down, shutting down all the security, including the magic suppressing fields in the cells.

    This was their chance, and with some effort both of them made it out of their cells, only to face a collapsed hallway, which they started clearing little by little and moving forward slowly, it was very time consuming and exhausting, but they had no other choice. During their slow progress, they found the guards, crushed under the rubble, and after a while Sheska fainted from fatigue, as she had gotten the worst of the "interrogation", and while they had technically been in sleep for unknown amount of time, it wasn't the kind of sleep to give you rest.
    Being exhausted himself, after carrying his sister while also clearing the way for hours, Trox was on the edge of giving up, but then he saw something that confused him, light, and not just any light, but sunlight, he didn't believe it, they were underground, in the darkest parts of Nightmare moon's forever dark forest, and there was sunlight coming through the rubble? Where were they?....

    OCs who they have met but aren't in backstory:
    Depends
     
  18. Catpone Cerberus
    (Note about design: Red right eye is 'Canon', consider Poet Flame's two green eyes as artistic freedom.)
    Name: Gleaming Grin
    Gender: Male
    Species: Pegasus
    Talent: Magic
    Personality and morals: Before corruption: Realist and brutally honest, but good-hearted and friendly all around, good morals. After corruption: Manipulative and selfish, no morals, even possible good deeds backed by foul intentions. 
    Skills outside talent: Hoof to hoof combat, flying, acting.
    Source of income: Anything and everything.
    Backstory in short: Gleaming's childhood was relatively normal, but his father wasn't much home due him being an explorer of sorts, so he was lot closer to his mother, who studied and sold things his father brought from his travels, introducing Gleaming to the interesting world of artifacts. In school age, Gleaming wasn't the most popular colt around, as most ponies found him to be creepy due a birth defect in his facial muscles that caused him to have a constant grin on his face, thus his name, but he never let that to get himself down, and eventually he managed to make friends with two ponies, Magic Potion and The Wanderer.
     
    Change that would end up shaping Gleaming's life to something nopony could have guessed, happened during school years, Gleaming was getting frustrated when everypony around him, including his two friends, had started getting their cutiemarks, while he, regardless of his focus on studying artifacts, just couldn't get one, even with the fact that it was his passion at the time. So one day he walked to a near by forest, believing that if he found something himself, he would finally get a cutiemark, and he ended up being correct, as he found what looked like a mask from the forest, and being still just a colt, he curiously tried it on.
    When the mask made contact, Gleaming felt surge of magic going through him, and he dropped the mask out of surprise, but when he looked at his flank, he saw picture of the mask, and thus concluded that the feeling was just him getting a cutie mark, and he happily ran back to his mother with the mask, and that was that, for a moment. First there was a voice, a voice inside Gleamings head that spoke to him, claiming to be the mask, then, others heard the voice too, until one day, the mask's eyes lit up in red glow, and the mask started moving by itself, following Gleaming everywhere, but turning invisible when other ponies were around.
    The Mask explained that it granted great power to those fielding it, but that there were negatives, first being that it was impossible to get rid of after bonding with it, and rest, it never told. "The great power" made its first appearance few weeks later, when Gleaming got pissed off at a pony who went bit too far with the creepiness claims, and wave of red magic flew out of his hoof, injuring the pony pretty badly, this naturally didn't make him any more popular.
    Since then his life was learning to control, and finding ways to get rid of the curse that was the mask, which like the mask had said, ended up being impossible, as even princesses didn't manage to get rid of it. His friends also helped him with his goal to best of his ability, and for some time, even some catpony helped him, but he disappeared as suddenly as he had arrived.
    But eventually the battle was lost, and The Mask took over, corrupting Gleaming's mind to its will, and he hasn't been seen again...for now.....but rumors go that he has met a mare who managed to win over his corrupted heart.

    OCs who he has met but aren't in backstory:
    He, She, It, and They.
    Others depend. 
  19. Catpone Cerberus
    Red should be orange.
     
    Name: Solar Silver [Soldier n.308]
    Gender: Male
    Species: Pegasus with artificial horn.
    Talent: Painting/art
    Personality and morals: Though kind and caring pony underneath, his duties under the Solar Empire has made him obedient and merciless soldier who does what his superiors tell him to without question, even if it contradicts his personal morals. 
    Skills outside talent: fighting/combat related skills. the countless sensors in his cyborg body allow him to 'sense' things normal ponies can't. in his own world, he has access to a database with all knowledge in the empire, but he also has a extensive database built-in, so even without that connection his knowledge surpasses that of an average pony. His enchanted body gives him many advantages over normal creatures, and he can take on most creatures known to Equestria.
    Source of income: Military/???
    Backstory in short:  In his world, Nightmare Moon was never defeated, and instead, in the first clash between Celestia and her sister, Daybreaker was born. The exact details are unknown, as both sides kept the information from the public, but that day started a war that to this day, over thousand years later, is still going. In the war there's 4 sides.
    The Solar Empire, ruled by Daybreaker, it contains the eastern part of Equestria that has now mostly turned into a desert due to the never ending day. The Realm of the Night, or in short, The Night-Realm, ruled by Nightmare Moon, it is covered in dark forest and has eternal night, it contains the western part of Equestria. The Crystal North, what once was the Crystal Empire is now area protected by dark magic and crystals, it is believed to be ruled by Sombra, but nobody knows for sure as no one has found a way in. The United, not ruled by anyone specific, it consist everyone outside Equestria who have made an alliance to defend against the forces of Equestria. 
    Because of the war, technology in Equestria has advanced at great speed.
    Solar Silver, or as he's known by his superiors, 308, is a soldier in Daybreaker's army, he was aspiring artist, and his talent and cutiemark showcase that, but because it wasn't something he could feed himself with, he was forced to join the army. He was relatively lucky though, as his father was respected general, and due to that he was chosen in one of the special units. These units had different missions, but they all shared one thing, the soldiers in them were 'given' (forced to have) certain body modifications (eyes, torso, the horn), making them super soldiers so to speak, and every time they got injured, the injured part was replaced with artificial, superior parts (the rest).

    308 never learned to like it, but he followed orders as the other option was death, and he was forced to do lot of things he regrets. Nothing too special happened during his missions, but as time passed, he started more and more dislike his ruler, not that it changed anything, as her rule was ruthless, and any opposition would lead to death, this included trying to escape, because no creature had ever managed to leave Equestria unnoticed.
    One day something odd happened, 308 was on a solo mission when suddenly his connection to the Solar Empire's database was disrupted, something that should have been impossible, and a mysterious creature came talk to him, this creature hid their identity, and they talked about things nobody should have known, before saying Solar was needed elsewhere and disappearing the moment they left his vision. After this the connection returned, and apparently it hadn't been only the database that had disconnected, as his superiors asked him why he had gone offline. 
    308 quickly forgot this event, as there was lot of things happening in the war, but about month later when 308 was on a mission at the front lines, he got hit by an explosion that knocked him out, but when he woke back up, he was somewhere else....
    (I wrote this around midnight, so it's not a literary masterpiece)
    OCs who he has met but aren't in backstory:
    Depends on timeline
  20. Catpone Cerberus
    Name: Wild Bellflower
    Gender: Female
    Species: Unicorn
    Talent: Magic
    Personality and morals: As herself, Bellflower is kind and friendly pony, generally happy, doesn't like harming anyone. When taken over by magic, she's pretty much the opposite
    Skills outside talent: Reading old ponyish and other ancient languages.
    Source of income: -
    Backstory in short:  Potion's twin-sister. Was brought up by her foster family as their own in Manehattan. Her childhood was as normal as it could be for an unicorn, school, friends, and learning magic. At some point during that time she got interested in old languages and started to self-study them. After coming to right age, she moved away from her parents, still staying in Manehattan, and focused on learning new magic.
    After undefined amount of of studying, Bellflower found herself becoming more and more hungry for new, more powerful magic, until one day, a new unspecified spell she tested was too much for her, and the magic quite literally broke out of her through several points in her body, causing her to fall unconscious for a day. After Bellflower woke up, she didn't quite remember what had happened, but when she walked to a mirror, she realized that she was missing a piece of her horn, and that there was blue and red wound like marks around her body. Naturally she went to see a doctor, but regardless of several tests over several weeks, they weren't able to figure out what they were.
    Bellflower spend her next week trying to figure out what happened, but with no avail, any of the spells she had studied that day had nothing about weird marks around the body, and it seemed that for some reason, she hadn't written down anything to her journals before testing the unspecified spell.
    Then, one late evening when she was going to wash up after busy day of things not going like she would have liked them to, she suddenly felt a rush of magic inside her, and her body ignited with magic pouring out of her horn and from the mysterious marks. She could only stare into the mirror where there was now gray pony staring back at her with white glowing eyes, red mane flowing like it was made of fire, and flaming armor and pair of flaming wings. But there was something that scared her more than the monster in the mirror...it was the fact that she couldn't control that monster, she tried to move, but she couldn't budge, and instead, an uncontrollable grin rose to her face, a satisfied grin....
    After that point Bellflower's life revolved around finding a solution to her problem, and doing the best to try stop from it doing any harm to anyone, which unfortunately didn't always succeed.
    At some point Bellflower went through his father's journals, where she found out that her parents weren't her biological parents, and most importantly, that she has a twin-brother named Magic Potion. After learning that and bunch of other things about her actual origins, she set to find this brother, and thanks to a help of an stranger, a weird cat-pony hybrid that seemed to know more than he should, she knew to go to Ponyville, where she learned his brother's location...
     
    OCs who she has met but aren't in backstory:
    She
  21. Catpone Cerberus
    (Repost due changing blogs)
    Just for starters, I'd like you to know that, this is m First ever story of any kind in English. It's kinda a backstory to my OC, She. Or at least some history about Her.
    Warning: Slightly dark, includes death. But not in detail. 
     
     
    Characters:
    Daisychain: White pegasus mare with beautiful blonde mane and tail.
    Magic Potion: Dark blue stallion with short brown mane and tail. Unicorn.
    Potion junior (Called Junior): Male unicorn baby.
    The nameless mare (also known as She): https://mlpforums.com/uploads/monthly_03_2017/post-35322-0-95755200-1489681586_thumb.png
     
    300-400 years ago from present day...
     
    Potion was heading home, he had been collecting some plants around close by forest for his potion research. He had focused to collecting so much that he had forgotten to check time, and now it was getting late. As he approached the house, he could tell that something wasn't right. From window next to the front door, light was shining through like usual, but the window seemed to be frosty from inside.
     
    Potion opened the front door carefully, ”Daisychain?” cold air hit his face and when he entered the hallway, he froze. The hallway, no, the whole house was filled with fog. From the living room Daisychain's scared voice was heard. ”Potion?”
     
    ”Daisychain!?” Potion rushed to the living room and was met with strange light blue mare looking at a picture of his family, and Daisychain in the corner of the room standing over Junior, staring at the mare. Potion lit his horn, ”Who are you? And what are you doing in our house?”.
    The mare turned towards Potion ”I'm not surprised you don't recognize me Potion” ”My appearance has changed quite bit since we last met.” Potion took step forward ”Answer to my question!”.
    The mare looked towards Daisychain with her empty eyes, ”You have beautiful family Potion, something I always wanted.” ”Potion...?” Potion shook his head slowly, ”I have no idea what you are talking about.” ”Two years ago....I was so happy Potion” The mare looked sad as she turned back at Potion ”We were made for each other.”.
     
    Daisychain looked at Potion confused ”Potion, what is she talking about?” Potion shot magic at the mare. ”Cut the nonsense! Daisychain, get Junior safe.” The mare moved to block the door with unnaturally quick dash, ”oh no, I don't think so Potion, she'll have to hear the truth.”, ”truth?” Potion stared at the mare, he was angry, ”There is no 'truth', mare she are talking about is long dead.””Dead? You haven't told....” ”Of course he haven't, he killed me!”
     
    Daisychain was shocked, ”What! I-is that true Potion” ”Of course n...!” ”Lies!” The mare dashed towards Daisychain sending her flying to another side of the room and was now standing over Junior who was so terrified that he didn't even cry. ”Tell me Potion, are your secrets more important than your family...” She raised her hoof, like she was preparing to attack Junior ”Stop!” Potion shouted ”If you are who you say you are, how?” ”The Mask” ”That mask...”
     
    Daisychain got herself back to her hoofs and in mix of panic and anger looked at Potion. ”Who is she Potion? Why is she here?” ”I...” ”I explain” The mare carried Junior to Daisychain before turning towards Potion, ”Two years ago Potion and I were like you two are now.” ”Then he poisoned me.” ”You can't imagine what it feels like, to wake up and feel nothing but cold, to find out you're dead.” ”I didn't know what happened to me first, but when I got to know, I could't believe it first” she was rather hostile towards Potion now ”I thought he loved me, I gave him everything!”
     
    Potion tried to explain ”I did...But that mask corrupted you, it was best for everyone.” The mare launched at him throwing him over, ”Who are you to choose what is best for me! You stole my life!”
    Potion slowly lifted himself back up, the attack had hurt. He spoke quietly, ”And every night and day I have been filled with regret bigger than you can imagine.” The mare then got closer and whispered to Potion's ear, ”It's too late for apologizes, goodbye my love.” She then kicked him, killing him. ”Potion!” Daisychain ran next to Potion, ”No!”.
     
    The mare looked at Potion's body, ”He paid the price from his actions.” She then turned towards Magic Potion Junior, ”From this point on, shall Potion's name be cursed with my presence.” Then she and the fog disappeared leaving only baby and his mother with Potion's lifeless body.
    THE END
     
     
    It's far from perfect, I know that, but it's what it it, and will be.
     
  22. Catpone Cerberus
    (repost due moving from blog to another)
    Now, just so you know, I'm not a writer, so don't expect a masterpiece, only thing I do related to writing is RPs, thus next story is written almost like a roleplay. Is there mistakes, grammar or otherwise? probably, will I fix them? probably not, I made this mostly for myself.
    Story about Magic Potion and his sister meeting for the first time.
    Characters:
    Magic Potion "Dialogue" Thinking.
    Wild Bellflower "Dialogue" "Also dialogue"
    'She' "Dialogue"
    It was calm evening in Everfree forest, Potion was just finishing up his notes for a day when he heard sound of magic and single grunt of frustration from outside. He immediately left his notes and looked out from the only window his house had, and saw a mare who looked oddly similar to him, in fact, she looked just like Potion, light blue coat, blonde short mane, and blue eyes, a perfect clone, except for being a mare. 
    She's stuck outside the barrier, that's not a good sign. Potion had created a magical barrier around his home to keep out a certain pain in a flank, a ghost that had swore to haunt the stallions of his family until end of time, something about his ancestor from little over 300 years ago poisoning her, that aside, said barrier also kept any other magical threat outside it, meaning that this lookalike had something in her she didn't let to show outside.
    Potion was just going to ignore the mare but then she called for him "Hey, you in the window!" "Do you happen to know somepony called Magic Potion around here?!" and potion froze, that voice, it sounded just like his mother's, he shook his head, impossible, he had to be just imagining it, but the mare continued "I have been searching for a week now, and your house is only house around here!" and only sounded more and more familiar by every word. 
    Potion grunted as he walked to the door, he had to see what this mare had to say, if nothing else, he wanted to know why she looked like him and sounded like his mother. He opened the door and walked face to face with the mare, still staying inside the protective barrier just in case.
    Now that he had a closer look, Potion noticed few odd details about this mare, first was her broken horn, she seemed to be missing a piece from tip of her horn, not big enough to interfere with her magic usage, but still noticeable chunk. But what quickly took his attention, were the several marks on the mares body, from which one was red and rest were blue, they looked almost like open wounds, but they were shut and like said, blue.
    "So, what do you want?" Potion's voice was cold, he wasn't known for being the kindest pony around, not that there was too many ponies in the Everfree forest. The mare looked almost stunned when she realized that Potion was who she had been looking for, her voice was now careful but excited "Potion?!" she reached her hoof slowly towards Potion, but it was stopped by the barrier, which made her visibly sad. "Who are you, and what do you want?" the mare pulled her hoof away and spoke with lot less excitement "My name is Wild Bellflower, and I'm your twin sister..." she sighed "...and I assume our parents never talked about me."
    Potion was shocked, a twin sister? 'She' had mentioned something about a sister, but he had figured it was just one of its usual lies, he didn't want to believe Bellflower, not that he was against the idea of having a sister, but this mare, there was something wrong with her, this could easily be a trap, Potion had quite a list of enemies after all. "No, they haven't, though somepony else has mentioned that being a possibility." he looked Bellflower in the eye "But why would I believe you're her?" "Why would my sister be stopped by a barrier made specially to block threat's?" "What are you hiding?"
    Bellflower looked heartbroken at Potion's words "T-threat..." "What do you mean?" she was tearing up, but before she could continue, another voice echoed around her.... "It's simple really..." fog started building around Bellflower, only area clear from fog being inside the barrier where Potion was "....Potion has made a barrier to stop me from bothering him by stopping any creatures of powerful magic entering without his permission..." a light blue mare formed from the fog and walked next to Bellflower, pulling her head with her ice cold hooves towards herself until their snouts touched, causing Bellflower to try pull herself away from the mare, unsuccessfully, as her tears froze solid on  her cheek from the cold ".....And you....the unwanted failure of the Potion family tree....there's something you're not showing."Bellflower was terrified, and she tried to push the painfully-cold mare away, but her hooves only went through her foggy body and she could feel the frostbites forming as they passed the most outer layer of the mare.
    "Aright, that's enough." Potion's voice came through and the mare let Bellflower go, who collapsed sitting, holding her painfully-cold snout with her hooves  "So you suddenly care about your sister?" Bellflower too looked towards potion with mixture of hearthbroke and fear "So you're saying she is my sister?"  the fog had started forming tighter around Bellflower, and it started forming hooves that wrapped their ice-cold form around the blue mare, she tried to get away but this time the barrier blocked her only escape route,"Answer me!" Bellflower pleaded Potion to let her through, she would have cried, but her tears froze before they could formed "Please Potion, I beg you, please..." she went silent for a bit, then new voice came out of her mouth "Get off me!" and wave of magic was sent around her, it caused the ghostly mare and her fog to disappear completely, and it was strong enough to visibly crack the magical barrier around Potion, and to throw him off balance.
     
     
    It took few seconds for Potion to clear regain his balance and thoughts after the blast, he got up and turned towards the direction where Bellflower had been when the wave of magic happened, and to his shock, it was totally different mare who was standing there, in place of Potion's lookalike, there was purple-gray pony with red flaming mane and white glowing eyes, her broken horn was in red flames and her hooves and and body were surrounded by blue flames, and finally, there were the wings, wings of blue flame. She was just standing there, staring at him with blank expression on her face, there was something too familiar about that expression, it was the soulless expression of his father. The magic flames were coming from the wound like marks.
    Suddenly, Bellflower slammed her hooves against the barrier "Why you do this to me!?" Potion had to back up few steps, he could feel the power from the slam, but that wasn't the only reason, her voice also made Potion feel tightening in his heart , it sounded just like his mother, but with great amount of feeling betrayed mixed in "I have been searching for you since I first heard you existed, and you cast me out?!" "Leave me to sadistic ghost to play with?!" she slammed again, the cracks grew bigger "Is this how you treat family?" "Who am I kidding, Of course it is! That's how father taught you! That's why we were separated in the first place!" she slammed the barrier again, this time with her whole body, it caused the ground next to it to crack, her hostile tone got hint of sadness mixed in "Is it too much to ask to have a family!?" next slam, this time she came through and started walking towards Potion, her horn getting lit with magic, Potion backed up until his house came in the way, he closed his eyes, he found it funny, he had more enemies he could count, yet he would meet his doom in hoofs of his sister, only because he didn't want to listen what she had to say....such a fitting fate.....
    Suddenly Bellflower let out a scream and Potion opened his eyes, she was back to normal, though she was full on tears "No...that's not me..." she looked Potion into his eyes, and he saw his mother's eyes pleading to him "Please Potion.....help me."
    The end.
  23. Catpone Cerberus
    So once upon a time I was bored so I choose to translate few Finnish songs to English. My intend was never to post them here but well, might as well.
    Note: These translations are not perfect due me not being language expert.
    Another note: First song has lot of Finnish slang of sorts.
    Another another note: I did these originally only for myself.
    Translations are part literal translations and part "sounds better in English that way"- translations.
    I chose to replace curse words with **** for the forums. 
     
     
    Warning! These are not happy songs, any of them, in fact, first one is about getting bullied and "revenge" going too far.
     
     
     
     
    I have to say that while translating these, I noticed how different language Finnish really is from English, it was kinda interesting, and also made translating little tricky.
    I also noticed how weird some of the lyrics are.
  24. Catpone Cerberus
    Actually 5 months and 20 days but close enough
    .....or 173 days, or 4152 hours or 14 947 200 seconds......
     
     
     
    But in all seriousness, it's been some time since I joined these forums,It's not maybe that long time to somebody but anyway.
     
    I felt like I should make some kind of blog thingy so here it is. I will just talk about some random thing(s) I feel like mentioning.
     
    First things first, How I became fan of MLP and how I found these forums?
    I know that reads in my profile and I have told it few times but those are just short versions.
     
    It was sometime before Aug 30. 2015 (day I joined forums) I think it was about two weeks before that.
     
    I had heard about Bronies before but I didn't know that the "Brony" was the word to call them (or should I say us) and one day them I stumbled upon video about bronies i had seen before but didn't remember anything about it.
     
    After watching that video I looked up more and more videos about the subject and got curious "What is so good about the show that people proudly watch it without caring about the hate?" so next day I looked it up.
     
    I pretty much "hate watched" first season forcing myself keep going and skipped parts of episodes that was "Too much". (still haven't seen some episodes whole )
     
    I slowly liked it more and more as episodes went on but The Return of Harmony was first episode I watched whole and is also episode that made me like the show.
     
    I watched all episodes that were out in marathon like rate and immediately after that I started watching and listening fan-made content.
     
    Then about two weeks from that I started wondering if there was forum like site and started googling with different keywords from google.
     
    First I found Finnish forums (since I'm Finn and....you know how google works) but decided not to join since I came to conclusion that I wouldn't enjoy being part of it.
     
    Then few google searches later, I found these forums, lurked few days and decided to join.
     
    Oh... and I don't have any Idea why I like the show.
     
    Have watching the show had an influence on your life or to you as person?
     
    Watching the show itself besides one more secret to keep haven't but being part of these forums yes.
     
    Being part of forums haven't maybe changed my life (besides new hobby/habit) but as person yes.
     
    When I joined the forums I was pretty much person who:
    Hated ponies and other "girly" things I was generous but also greedy (My October's requests in request shops pretty much sums that up) I hated people, and I mean I really hated everyone else but my parents. I always went with majority even that if I was in side of minority. Oh...and I hated lot of thing for sake of hating something.

     

    But in this short time I have changed as person little bit.
    Besides weird love towards quotes I have:
    Have an open mind about everything (yes, show itself might have impact in this also) Lost my greediness(of course I still enjoy if I get something free but I know the limit) I give people a change before hating them. I defend my opinions And I don't hate anything I don't have reason to hate.

     

    How I know forums did these changes?
    Maybe it didn't, but it surely was part of it.
     
    And I am sure that I will also enjoy my future time here.
     
    I also have met awesome internet friends here in forums and I'm really thankful about that.......So thanks all you awesome internet people who I am happy to "know".
     
     
     
    Also Thank you if you actually bothered to read all that.
     
    And it seems that whatever I write it turns out someway deep even that I don't try.
     
     
     
    -The Cerberus
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