Poetry (Or Simply Poe)

By Dare

• February 5, 2015




Age: 24

Gender: Female

Species: Unicorn

Appearance: Clothing-wise, Poe has donned a cloak with a hood for this role play to try and conceal her movements as much as possible. Her muzzle is wrapped in white bandages to try and avoid the plague, only her nostrils barely poking through. Her shins have leather guards on them.

Personality: Poe has a very calm disposition, not one to interrupt a conversation nor act out in any way, shape or form. She is very curious and likes to investigate things that catch her eye, most likely due to her love of writing. She will document just about anything she feels intriguing in a notepad she carries around in her saddlebag.<br /><br />Although she tends to keep more so to herself, Poe can be very sociable with ponies she encounters. It is often said that speaking with Poe is very pleasant, as her polite mannerisms and genuinely interested nature are marks of a true lady. Poe brushes off these compliments, however, being as modest as she is!<br /><br />During such times of strife, Poe has taken it upon herself to become an investigator of sorts, using her documenting skills to take notes of the happenings in Canterlot, and spreading the information she finds to other neutral ponies in hopes to increase their chances of survival. Poe has a firm belief that working together solves problems, and is quite disdained at the many factions ponies seemed to have divided themselves into.

Backstory: Poe grew up living a seemingly normal life, having gone to school in Canterlot where her family resides and becoming a local journalist. She lived happily there until curiosity drew her away to Ponyville, a place she had only visited as a foal and one she distinctly remembered as being very kind. Poe made a new home for herself in Ponyville, content to send her family letters of her escapades and new life!<br /><br />When the Princesses vanished, Poe felt uneasy and decided to return to Canterlot to stay with her family until they were found again. They never were. Instead a plague struck Canterlot, one with such potency that not even magic had any bearing on it. Poe's mother contracted it first, and by her will she made Poe, her siblings and her father take refuge in their basement with as much food and supplies they could muster.<br /><br />Mother did not join them.<br /><br />Poe stayed with her family in the basement, living day to day with no contact to the outside world, but supplies began to dwindle over time. First it was Father that insisted he go out and look for supplies. He went, and never returned. The eldest sister decided she was next, and although her two remaining sisters protested, she left. When she too didn't return, it was down to Poe and her second eldest sister.<br /><br />Her sister, stricken with grief and uncertainty, let her fear take hold of her and turned on Poe, claiming that there were only enough supplies for one pony, and that pony was her. Poe didn't want to fight her sibling but it became a life or death situation and instinct kicked in; after a brief scuffle, Poe levitated a barrel and sent it crashing into her sister, who was knocked out and did not awaken.<br /><br />Alone, terrified, and keeping company of her deceased sister, Poe wasn't sure of what to do. She turned to writing to keep her sane during such tradgedy, writing down everything she could remember and everything that had happened up until that point while sustaining herself on the meager supplies in her family's basement.<br /><br />Eventually the supplies dwindled too low and the smell of her sister's body proved too much to bear and Poe made the decision to leave the cellar. Damned if she did, damned if she didn't. Thus, Poe emerged into Canterlot, a survivor in an otherwise desecrate world.