Luto Arruinar

By ReverieRiver

• April 2, 2014

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Species: Unicorn

Appearance: Luto is a slender young mare, with long tresses of deep red for her mane and tail and a sleek coat as dark as night. She exudes a haughty sort of elegance, and her golden eyes can easily pierce into another pony's soul.

Cutie Mark: A gold hand mirror that matches the color of her eyes. It represents her talent for mind control, and manipulating what one sees; namely, what she herself sees through controlling her own mind. It also symbolizes Luto's vanity, for she sees only herself.

Personality: Luto is absolutely and irrevocably obsessed with power; she will not stop at anything to obtain more of it. Being so vain, she is concerned only with herself and that ever-growing, all-consuming need to become stronger and stronger. She is detached from her own emotions - to where it seems as if she has none - and is oblivious to anything other than more power. More and more power...

Backstory: Luto was a talented young filly who learned how to control her magic at an early age. She quickly began to realize how strong her potential was. She began training hard each and everyday for years. However, everyday a nagging voice would plead with the young mare: "Give your self a rest, go enjoy the simple things in life. Go and see the beauty, take a moment to smell the roses."<br /><br />The young mare scoffed at herself vowing to only get stronger. For how else was she supposed to live? Her parents had died when she was young. She could hardly remember them or what had happened, all she could remember was a bright burning light. A strange cloaked pony rescued her and took her in; he was kind and gentle. She remembered the feeling of loss, but somehow it was alright. He just made it so. He taught her how to use her powers, she studied under him for several years, until one night Luto awoke in a panic searching the home. The stranger had left. <br /><br /> <br /><br />Luto teared up remembering it all... it was the last time she had felt like other ponies could be trusted. She could only protect herself and she knew it now better than ever. Every possible hour she spent teaching herself more. Looking around the tiny stranger's house Luto laughed, "Maybe I stayed here because I hoped you would come back. How stupid! At least I have a place to stay."<br /><br />It suddenly occurred to her, if she could control one's mind, she should be able to control her own. Smiling, she reached into the depths of her being tugging at the side that had always begged and pleaded with her. Only herself stood in her way of becoming ruthless and all powerful! Never again would she hurt. <br /><br />Luto could have never predicted what would have happened next. She indeed pulled out her other side and tossed it away - however, in the same instance her vision went white. A loud bang rang her ears leaving them sharply humming. Blinking a few times her vision returned. Standing in front of her was a pony, "Who are you?!" Luto questioned.<br /><br />The other pony kept her head down almost as if to be in shame, "You do no know who I am?" It talked in a calm manner. "I am sorry for what will happen."<br /><br />Luto's vision went white, "I am you." Rang through her ears.<br /><br />When she had come to, Luto realized that she had succeeded. Smiling, she laughed maniacally, "It begins now!"