Shelevan, The Shadow Seer

By That One Techpriest You Used To Know

• March 26, 2013

Age: 1,357 years since birth, 136 spent conscious

Gender: Female

Species: Unicorn

Appearance: The only given appearance of Shelevan is a intricate, white and gold mask that adorns her face, to which her spirit is bound to. Other than that, everything about her is mutable- from her coat color, to her size and build. She usually wears a white cloak, however.

Cutie Mark: Her cutie mark is a white rose inside of a silver triangle. The rose symbolizes her love for peace, while the triangle is her dedication to protect that peace, even if that means doing battle.

Personality: Shadow Seer is a quiet, somewhat shy pony who lives alone (except for one or two disciples who have come to her seeking meditation and quiet) in a huge monastery that used to be dedicated to magical mastery through self-reflection. She is quite uncomfortable when she is out of her home. She also tends to avoid ponies who she isn't used to. However, when put into combat or a dangerous situation, she immediately becomes assertive and bold. She has a fear of (and masks it with a hatred of) dark powers (demons, undead, and evil spirits), despite it being her specialty in dealing with.

Backstory: Long, long ago, Shadow Seer was a disciple of a pair of monks, who taught her to hone him minds against the darkness of monsters from the other realm, as well as the arts of healing and the mastery of light magic. However, a demonic incursion cleared out the entire monastery. The result of the spell that was woven to cast them out trapped the surviving members of the order- as well as Shelevan's body- into a mirror, as well as every single demon that had been manifested. Shelevan's body was quickly shattered by the monumental forces brought down upon it, but her mind and spirit- due to her being knocked unconscious by the spell- was able to escape into the nearest magic-conductable object- a small, gold and silver mask. Unable to handle the mental shock of being shunted into a new form, her mind went comatose. Several centuries later, long after the incursion had been taken care of and the monastery cleansed of any taint, a group of adventurers stumbled upon her mask. Thinking it decoration, they joked around with it, putting it on and playing around. As soon as it touched the forehead of the pony, there was a flash, and, suddenly, Shadow Seer awoke, finding herself walking on four legs again. She had, in her eyes, been reborn, although at the cost of the spirit of the adventurer who had put on the mask's identity.<br /><br />Finding her way through the ruined temple to the surface, she found herself near a small town known as Manehattan and, after several dozen years of miscellanous adventuring and demon quelling, she returned to her monastery for peace and quiet.