Appearance: <p>
As in the picture, but since I can't make holes in her legs with Ponycreator, you will have to imagine those, as they are there IC.
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Cutie Mark: <p>
A small, blurry imprint of a wasp wing.
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Personality: <p>
Brittle is extremely nervous and mistrustful, to the point of fearing anything that can speak, have fangs, are big and generally anypony that she meets on sight.<br /><br />
She tends to shake when others speak to her, tries to run away when she's spotted and cries easy.<br /><br />
She thinks very little of herself, and thinks that the few that are being nice to her only wants to hurt her. It will take a while to get past her fears, but she can eventually warm up and be a good friend.
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Backstory: <p>
The first thing she remembers is the voices and the dark cage, before the blanket was removed and the lights shined down on her.<br /><br />
She have no idea how she ended up in the circus in the first place, just what she was there for. Because she could change. Because she was a monster...<br /><br />
That's what she was always told, when they actually talked to her that was. Mostly it was just at the shows there was any mention of her at all, and when she was done, it was back in the cage with her and wait for the next time, or until they felt like she had to be reminded of her role there.<br /><br />
The show were simple. They would let her inside a ring, and then the lights and noises would begin. Horrible sounds, very bright light and things sometimes hitting her... She didn't like it, it made her scared, but she had to do it.... Or she wouldn't get anything to eat.<br /><br />
As much as the laughter and feeling of shock rained down like her tears, there were those in the audience who loved the show, or one another, or something. She needed the love. Hungered for it. And because of it, she went into the show time and time again, suffering through the insults, ridicule and scares, longing for the silence of the cage every second spent there.<br /><br />
How long did it went on? She didn't know... Months? Years? Nopony talked to her or taught her anything, so how should she understand how long she had been there? Or time in general?<br /><br />
She just knew that one day, after a show, a strange new pony came around and talked big words she couldn't understand before hitting those that had the circus with long, thorny vines that grew out from his back so they hit the walls and then came over to the cage.<br /><br />
She was scared out of her mind, going through what always happened when such emotions coursed through her, and waited for this new face to harm her like he had with the others.<br /><br />
The only thing she heard was a click, a small squeaking of the door, and then the voice of the somepony above her, in a smooth voice telling her to run home. before the sound of hoofs walking away were heard and she finally dared to open her eyes.<br /><br />
She managed to see him before he left again, smiling her way with closed eyes and those big, sharp teeth, before turning again and walking out of the door. It turned out the sound from before were him that had opened the cage.<br /><br />
It took a little before she dared to step out, and looked over at the ponies who had kept the circus. They were still knocked out, but... What were she to do now? She only knew this.<br /><br />
Thinking a little the two of them began to move and she squealed, finally listening to the unknown ponies words and stormed off, her eyes closed as she ran into the forest and didn't stop.<br /><br />
For a few years now Brittle have kept running. A little after little moving further and further away, afraid that if she stands still, the circus will just find her and put her back in the cage.<br /><br />
So she runs, stopping only briefly at times to sleep in abandoned caves or when her hunger forces her to go near the city to try and eat a little love, mainly at night when most are sleeping.<br /><br />
At times she rummages around the things that are thrown out, scared, but curious at the same time. It was through one of those rummagings that she found the discarded, grey bow she haves on her head to this day, the only thing she have ever kept, though she isn't sure why.<br /><br />
As the days have gone by she haves just as little a clue about where she is as she had when she first escaped, but wherever she is it have been a while since she have seen a town, and the animals around where she is are scary, with not many having any love she can eat.<br /><br />
She hears a small town before she sees it and her mouth waters at the thought of something to eat, desperate enough to creep nearer for even the smallest of tastes.
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