Happy Hour

By Blitz Boom

• December 20, 2015




Age: 28

Gender: Male

Species: Non-Pony

Appearance: As seen on the picture, though he also have a key on a chain beneath the metal plate around his neck, and two large, golden sickles won his sides. They're attached in a small harness wrapped around him like an elastic belt. It's closer to his hips than the ratty scarf he haves wrapped around his body in the picture.<br /><br />He is a tall pony, though still shorter than Celestia.

Cutie Mark: His cutie mark shows his talent as a maker of wine and other consumable alcoholic beverages.

Personality: When he keeps up the façade, Happy Hour is a good spirited pony with a friendly attitude that can be somewhat sassy and will listen in to things when it's required.<br /><br />Underneath it though, his true personality is ruthless, slightly crazy and calculating. He does not enjoy cute tales and pointless problems, but he still listens in case there's anything he can use there.

Backstory: Frankly, he isn't sure how it happened he even got here in the first place.<br /><br />One minute he was part of the other Humans of his world, running a small vineyard on the edge of the town he grew up in, raking in the dough and thinking about buying more space for his business.<br /><br />The next he hears a noise like paper being ripped apart next to him and gets a seconds glance at a black rift in the air itself that quickly drags him in and then the lights went out.<br /><br />When he came to himself he was cold, and in pain, chained to a wall in what looked like a hive with strange, bug/pony hybrids with holes in their legs around him.<br /><br />When they finally got through to him, it seemed that they found him on the edge of their hive and wanted answers from him. Answers that they got after a half day of forcing it out of him.<br /><br />When they were done with him, the queen of the hive ordered him drained and prepared for conversion, wanting to know if it could happen to one of his kind. A question that was answered three days later when his dark, now-clawed fist broke through the shell of his cocoon.<br /><br />Though the conversion to a Changeling had gone well, the same could not be said about his state of mind. Instead of being a mindless drone devoted to his queen's every word, Harry - as he was then called - instead showed to keep his higher brain-functions, and nothing that forced him to serve anypony.<br /><br />Yet, as the queen approached him, the cackling newcomer to the hive decided to bow to her anyway, as his way of paying her back from what he called a wonderful gift.<br /><br />Both the intoxicating power that now flowed through him and the slight madness that now lurked in his mind was something he felt was perfect for him. Like he had been in chains, and her influence had shattered them, setting him free.<br /><br />Eventually, as the first surge had laid down and he was more stable to talk with, the queen began to make others introduce him to how her hive worked, and to watch if he showed signs of weakness, such as compassion for those that they had taken.<br /><br />Yet nothing like that was ever found. Instead, Harry found himself drinking in everything that he could, and being fascinated by the things that he saw to a degree where he felt the urge to join in on a few things, though he was kept in a short leash at the start and therefore denied.<br /><br />Through it, he learned that their hive was seen as quite the abomination from other Changelings, in that they did not only harvest love from other ponies, but also took drones from other hives and either made them work for them, or had them disposed off, amongst other things.<br /><br />Their hive was also smaller than most since the queen did not like to keep sub-par Changelings in her halls, and as such tended to be very selective of who made it through everything, which left them at a lower number, but with stronger than average members.<br /><br />The last he learned before the queen called him to her once more was that the hive were migratory to a point, but the base would always be some way away from civilisation as to prevent exposure. When both Changelings, Ponies and other races wanted your leadership on a pike, you learned to play it smart and use the assets you had.<br /><br />In Harry's case, it was to be trained vigorously in combat and transformation, so that he could work as a scout to the hive, finding them safe places to strike, or outright spy on others of their kin to see how much of a presence they hold in their respective areas.<br /><br />Using his talent for winemaking, he eventually got out of his training and took on the persona of a travelling salespony named Happy Hour, abandoning his Human name in the meantime.<br /><br />For the past 6 years after being deemed good enough for the task, this have been his life. Travelling on the road, keeping up appearances and bring words to the hive, along with a hapless fool once in a while who he deemed worth bringing back.<br /><br />When he first starts in an RP, it have been a year since he last were at his hive, and he now works under order to slowly make his ways towards Equestria, and check up on the forces of Queen Chrysalis.<br /><br />The message is six months old and the last he have heard in a while, which he thinks is nothing, unaware that Chrysalis had been around them with her swarm and left it in ruins after his queen had taken one of hers.<br /><br />To him, he still haves a hive and an order to fulfil, so he goes on without question. As to what will happen when he eventually learns that the hive of Queen Onache is no more?<br /><br />Well, That will be part of history.