Shame

By Shame

• May 21, 2013




Age: Unknown (At least 1,000)

Gender: Male

Species: Pegasus

Appearance: Beneath his robes hides a full body scar, glowing a very, very soft green, marking in a long forgotten language the horrific tales of a cult, lost to time.<br />Upon excessive use of power, his scars grow brighter and brighter, a warning to him of his limit. His cloak is constantly moving, as though it were a living shadow, capable of reshaping in any way it desires.

Cutie Mark: Upon his flank sits a very noticeable section of his scar; a word that has not been spoken since his birth, a curse that haunts him to this day.

Personality: To sum it up in one word, 'Erratic'. A long history of psychic outbursts can cause long strains of deep thought and calm, or violent delusions and paranoia, often leading to the brand of 'insanity'. He usually keeps to himself, a stallion of few words. He is guided heavily by fate and his desire to keep the balance of the universe.

Backstory: *Cracks knuckles*<br /><br />The current rulers of the realm, Celestia and Luna, have held their power for a long time, stretching close to the creation of Equestria. In those dark, early years, the ponies scattered around the land would keep to themselves, undisturbed by others. This was working for the ponies until Celestia and Luna took power, shunning practices that some of these ponies had taken up in their solitude. This did not confide well with a very certain unicorn cult. This cult, The Nameless, was born of worship for a demon the likes of which hadn't been seen since the darkest of days. Their manuscripts telling horrific tales of torture and hatred, brainwashing the young who entered the cult into a state of mindless following. They were deranged, lunatics, but... This demon, this power that these unicorns harnessed, it was very much a real thing, and it was very dangerous. Prophecies foretold of three demigods to be born of the leader of the cult, a mare who soon became the mother of three foals, born at the same time under the same blood moon, and under a very, VERY powerful spell. These foals were given names, the names they were destined to inherit, three curses, Faulinei, Astaroth, and Nosfentor. Two colts and one filly. As they aged, they began to exhibit the typical unicorn 'problems'; magic outbursts, aching horns, etc., but these soon went away. Much to the dismay of the cultists, the unicorns became normal unicorns, no demigods. Dispute erupted throughout the gatherings until a decision was made. Azerth and Mofri, the parents of these foals, the strongest unicorns in this side of Equestria, would give their power to the foals, strengthen them, make them into what they were destined to be. The transfers were slow, painful, terrible processes, the results were monitored, the foals became test subjects. The filly, Astaroth, displayed cruelty with no motivation, often beating the weakest of them all, Nosfentor, into submission. Nosfentor displayed understandable fear and paranoia, as was expected, but Faulinei showed the most peculiar of all. He became silent, the transfers no longer seemed to bother him, he would not cry, he would not struggle, he began to grow distant, not responding to anything. The transfers neared completion, Azerth and Mofri grew weak, their power fading, the end coming near. The final transfer was the trigger that first caught Faulinei's attention since the 20th of 200 over 5 years. As the last bit of magic drained from his mother's body, a thin line of purple smoke traced between the two unicorns, the life of his mother draining. The wooden back to Faulinei's bindings snapped as 6 tendrils of solid black rifled from his flesh, spilling blood upon the floor. One of these took hold of his mother, wrapping three times around her neck, lifting her from the ground. A snap broke the silence of the room, drawing the last of his mothers life from her body, dropping her into a heap on the ground. It is not entirely know what happened after that, but The Nameless have never been heard from again, their manuscripts burned, their corpses lost to a vast mystery. The siblings parted ways, drawing new aliases for themselves in an effort to shun away their pasts. The unstable necromantic magic brutalized their bodies, forcing them to find different sources of fuel... The most useful being life force, a pony's memories, life experiences, knowledge, their path. The minds and knowledge of millions still ringing through their heads today. Astaroth, known simply as Hatred, Nosfentor, Cowardice, and Faulinei. Shame. Shame for what he has done. Shame for what he must do.