Epilogue

By Epilogue

• March 15, 2013

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Species: Unicorn

Appearance: Epilogue is a unicorn of short stature. Right away, the fact that she’s small is noticeable, as she always seems to be shorter than other ponies that she meets. Her coat is a light, almost faded minty green, and her hair is a curly mess of light pink streaked with light purple. She wears a lilac boy in her hair, as if trying to keep it back, though it always fails. Her almond shaped brown eyes always seem to have a “far away” kind of look, as she’s always daydreaming.

Cutie Mark: An open book, with its pages facing away. The book is a darker shade of green than her coat, and there’s an image of a fountain pen on it. It represents her writing talent, though the fountain pen having sparkles coming from it eludes to her massive imagination, and her tendency to daydream.

Personality: Upon meeting her, it becomes very obvious that Epilogue is a very quiet mare. It’s not because she’s avoiding speaking, or being rude, it is actually because she’s in two places at once, in a way. I’m not saying there’s two of her, I’m saying she’s listening to you speak, and imagining at the same time. Her mind is always drifting away no matter what’s going on around her, and she’s frequently followed by her book trapped by her pink unicorn magic, floating behind her, with her quill furiously scratching against the parchment of her notebook. She’s always searching for new ideas.<br /><br />Once she really adapts and gets to know one, however, she’s always sharing her ideas, talking about some new thing she learned, or some new verse she added in her books. However, while she’s willing to talk, she’s not always a good listener. Because of her constantly going imagination, she has a tendency to not always hear what other people say to her, even if she does respond. Because of this, she has made promises that she has failed to keep, simply because she didn’t remember ever agreeing to do it in the first place. It’s a trait in her that has led to many arguments. <br /><br />One could say that’s she selfish in this way, and really, she does tend to be. She prefers to talk about herself, but she’s not always willing to give advice or opinions on things that others deem important and she doesn’t. If she gains something from it, she’ll do it. However, she does have her moments of generosity, just in her own, odd way, but they don’t show up very often. Most of her selfishness stems for her social awkwardness, and she finds communicating with others an odd practice. Despite her tendency to be unintentionally rude in this way, she makes a point of being overly formal when it comes to names. (“Miss Dash”, “Miss Sparkle”, “Miss Applejack”, “Mr. the Doctor”, “Miss Heartstrings”, etc…) <br /><br />One thing to really note about her, however, is her overactive imagination, which goes wild at any suggestion, even if she doesn’t mention it. Sparks fly when she thinks of fire being used in her story, her eyes flash if she thinks of mind control, and, worst yet, it can get deeper than that. Her magic is fueled by her imagination, and even when she’s dreaming it’s like everything that happens in her dream happens in real life to her. However, her magic is dangerous this way – she has been trapped in a daydream before because of it.

Backstory: She was born of two unicorn parents in Canterlot, her parents being her mother being an artist named Watermark and her father being a professional bookstore keeper named Proof Read. Epilogue was an only child in this family, and lived in a home swarmed with the books that her father had decided to keep whenever an interesting book came into his possession. <br /><br />Proof Read from the beginning knew he wanted his daughter to follow in his footsteps, with a book cutie mark and taking over the family store. However, as she grew into fillyhood and became more and more interested in making up stories, he realized that he had to let her take her own path. He praised her love for books and even more praised her love for telling stories. Watermark, however, began to notice the sparks of power that came from her daughter’s horn was different that the kind that her and Proof Read used. It was like whatever she thought of, the sparks that came out were a different colour, rather than the pink she had seen her use to lift a toy that had fallen when she had been a baby. It concerned her, but Watermark made no move to try and fix it. <br /><br />Epilogue, meanwhile, dived into the books like they were a lifeline. She read Harry Trotter, she read the Lord of the Horseshoes, she read the Hearth’s Warming Eve, and she read almost everything that she possibly could with a story to it. She loved the concept of telling stories – so much, in fact, that she then tried to write her own. While her first story was terrible, she realized that she very much enjoyed writing it. So, with that in mind, she tried, again, and again.<br /><br />For her fifth story, it was like her imagination had run wild. It was a story of magic, laughter, and adventure. It was a story of an evil queen, ruling over a kingdom looked in a darkness. When she had finished it, she had grown so much, yet she hadn’t realized it. Her writing had vastly improved. When she wrote that last period, she felt a sensation that was different than her last four, and when her mother had entered the room, she heard a gasp. <br /><br />“Epilogue! Look! You got your cutie mark!”<br /><br />Unfortunately, mares weren’t as forgiving in her class. Writing stories wasn’t as productive as, say, counting through cheques and selling things, thus improving the economy. It wasn’t as important as protecting those important to you, or changing the weather. They considered it a strange destiny, but they kept their mouths silent and their opinions to themselves. <br /><br />Epilogue felt that was just fine. Watermark and Proof Read said she was an odd mare with her imagination, but that is what made her who she was, and her destiny was her own. She’d make it the way she wanted. And so, Epilogue graduated from the academy that she had attended, and made a final decision on what she was going to do with her life. It was selfish decision, to move away to Nowhereville, Equestria, but it was a decision that she felt would help her improve as well. She turned to her parents, already packed, and said, <br /><br />“I’m moving away. I’m moving to Ponyville.” <br /><br />Epilogue had only heard of Ponyville. Sometimes the snooty unicorns down the street mentioned visiting it once and said how crazy this one mare was that lived there. Apparently, the ponies that lived there were odd, with strange customs, and odd things happened there occasionally. Epilogue felt that, hey, she was odd. Mares in her class had told her that. Her parents had lightly mentioned it, If she was so odd, then, then she will move away to a place of fellow odd ones. She’ll embrace her oddness, and continue to write. She’ll write until the day her destiny ended.