Snowfall Silvertongue

By Agent505

• January 15, 2013

Age: Young mare, around 20

Gender: Female

Species: Unicorn

Appearance: Snowfall has a pristine cyan coat, well groomed and always kept tinted with a glossy shine as a conscious effort from her magic. <br /><br />Her mane is a single tone turquoise that is also well looked after and left to flow gracefully over her shoulders and down one side of her face, kept just shy of her eye.

Cutie Mark: Snowfall's cutie mark is a book with blurred lines and a pencil/eraser overlay. <br /><br />This represents her ability to read and understand other ponies actions and behaviour to the point where she almost literally invades their mind (she has no psychic powers, she's just good at picking up on signs), she's also very coercive, more often than not getting others to say exactly what she wants them to.

Personality: While mischievous, selfish and flirtatious are often used to describe her, Snow is really quite straight forward. She gets what she wants. <br /><br />The only thing that is more important than getting her own way all the time, is her lust for expensive and pretty looking trinkets, if it shines, looks and is expensive, she'll be all over it - no matter who's it is. <br />Being in cold environments suit her more than hot, or even moderately warm ones. If her body temperature is higher than 20C, she'll complain she's too hot. <br /><br />Finally she has a strong dislike of simply being told "no", let alone not getting her own way. While she's good at doing what she does, there are always some ponies who she just can't crack...<br />Manual labour isn't on her list of favourite tasks either, why should she work when she has others to work for her?

Backstory: A privileged filly, Snowfall was always spoiled rotten while growing up. She never knew what it was like to not get what she wanted. Her father was a doctor, he worked away from home almost all year round, so naturally when he did return home he wanted nothing more than to shower his princess in material love and affection. <br /><br />Her mother worked at home as a foster carer, caring for abandoned and neglected foals and fillies since Snowfall was only young. This of course made her jealous of her adopted siblings, and she worked tirelessly to make them feel uncomfortable around her in an effort to scare them away for good. Sometimes it worked, other times it only made them more frightened to grow up and caused them to stay longer. <br /><br />It was one day when she walked in on her adopted brother, known only to her as "Bubbles" (unbeknownst to her, this pony would grow up to be Stoic Rage), reading her favourite book and playing with her admittedly rather masculine toys, she discovered her true ability. Running sobbing to her mother with a bright purple cheek and a tale to tell, she cried her tears of woe and spun her web of lies until Anarchy, the fun loving and jovial pony who was only a few years older than herself, was simply cast out onto the streets and left to fend for himself; Snowfall had proven too much for him, countering his defences with more lies and manipulating her mother into taking her side.<br /><br />The next day, her cutie mark appeared. <br />Immediately she put her newfound skills to use, scheming and lying about almost all of the ponies in the house until, several weeks later, she was eventually caught out by none other than her own mother. In a fit of rage, she sent her out to find Anarchy and bring him home. Instead, she disobeyed her mother, running away from home and to snow-peaked mountains. It wasn't long before she found herself freezing in the snow and ice, and eventually collapsing into the cold, puffy...bed? <br /><br />Waking up in the "house" of a hermit, who knows how many days later, she found herself dumbfounded as to how she got there, the cold clearly having an adverse effect on her memory, leaving pieces of her life...missing. The hermit explained he found her in the mountains and had taken her home to care for her until she recovered, he had also had to make some...adjustments to her, to keep her alive. Claiming to be an alchemist of sorts, he had had to feed her a potion to force her body to adapt to the harsh weather environments and remain that way in order to keep her not only alive, but healthy. (see other for full detail).<br /><br />Taking advantage of the hermit's generosity for as long as she needed, one day - Frostbite, as had decided to call herself now - simply up and left in the night. She had no idea where she was going, but she knew that she'd know it when she saw it, and she did; Ponyville. <br /><br />It wasn't hard for a young, fresh-faced mare to make her place in Ponyville, finding herself a nice little place near the edge of town, out of the way of local commotion.