Frostfall

By Akari of Duskshire

• December 14, 2015




Age: 20 (default)

Gender: Female

Species: Unicorn

Appearance: Coming from a perpetually cold environment, she wears cloaks and long-sleeves almost all the time.

Cutie Mark: An envelope with a blue snowflake seal. She's one of a few mail carriers for her town, helped by her mastery of short-range teleportation.

Personality: As much as she grounds herself, Frostfall is very adventuresome. As much as she genuinely cares for her family and friends, she often gets herself into mischief and influences others to do the same.<br /><br />She's also very hardy and stubborn. Once she's set on something, it's hard to get her to change her mind. A blessing and a curse.<br /><br />Last but not least, she's a tad literal-minded.

Backstory: Frostfall was born in a very spread-out town by the coast of Luna Bay. Her parents were a crystal pony stallion and a unicorn mare, a former Canterlot battle mage. When she sensed great potential in her daughter, she began to train her.<br /><br />Though Frostfall excelled at telekinesis and teleportation, she found herself drawn to the wintry outside. Thieves and bandits being a common sight by Luna Bay, guards have to be trained to deal with them and mail carriers have to defend themselves as well when they are out and about. She watched them train with their staves and polearms, even pulled a prank or two on them.<br /><br />Though her mother was reluctant, she allowed her daughter to train with the guards. She was a slightly-above average cadet, but she did not get her cutie mark in being a guard. She wasn't overcome by the pressure of being one of the dwindling group of ponies who didn't receive their mark at that point in time, but the question of what she was going to do in life was always in the back of her mind.<br /><br />One day, one of the mail carriers went missing. That particular mail carrier being a friend of her's, Frostfall immediately went out to search for him. She searched and searched, finding only his mailbag and a cryptic message. Having no luck in finding him, she decided she could at least finish his job of delivering the letters.<br /><br />She had the questionable fortune of being both the bearer of good and bad news that day. On her flank was an envelope with a snowflake seal. Across her body was her friend's bag. Facing her with a mixture of relief, pride, and worry was her mother. Shaking her shoulders, demanding answers, was her friend's father.<br /><br />That bittersweet day never left her. Nor did her desire for answers.<br /><br />