The Artist

By AnonBrony

• March 10, 2013

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Species: Earth Pony

Appearance: Tall, skinny<br />White coat<br />Long, black mane that looks as if it were greased back.<br />Bright Red eyes<br />Usually wearing a old raggity brown robe and has the hood covering his eyes.

Cutie Mark: An Artists painting pallet to symbolize his talent, Art and painting.

Personality: When he was younger he was a calm, and quiet guy. Never said much. His paintings did all the talking. Always a solitary kind of guy. Preferred peace and quiet. He eventually went insane and now is completely mad. He is merciless and ruthless and only cares about himself. He is also very cunning as well and will do whatever he can to achieve his goals.<br /><br />He is insane and will act random, stupid, and mentally unstable at times, however there will be times he can act completely normal and stable. It's just how his mind is.

Backstory: His name is Avorio Tela. For those of you that speak Italian it means Ivory Canvas.<br /><br />He was born in the small country of Coltaly (Italy) He had a sister, named Ebony Ink. She was older than him by two years and they got along well when they were children.<br /><br />When he was a young colt, he discovered his talent for art rather quickly. He was very good and drawing things at a young age. And his sister discovered her talent early on as well, which was writing stories.<br /><br />He became quite a well known artist, especially since he was so young. He was 18 and professional artist and was doing well for himself. He lived on the outskirts of the town he lived in, in his own little cottage in peace.<br />He was out in the field starring at the stars. He decided he would painting. he got out his canvass and smock, but he couldn't find his brush. However, off the distance next to his cottage he saw a young filly. She was holding a rather peculiar brush in her mouth. She then ran behind his cottage. He went after her to get his brush back but when he got behind his home, she was gone. He had no idea where she went but she left the brush. It was golden. Even though it wasn't his he used it anyway.<br /><br />Some time passed and things seemed relatively fine, however Avorio was becoming more rude and irritable. Eventually ponies became less interested in his artwork. That made him more angry. He was 20 now. He had convinced himself that no one liked his art and that he was an outcast, a failure. He wouldn't speak to anypony and became angry at the world. He sister visited him concerned about him. He became angry at her for no reason and then they started fighting... it didn't end well. When Avorio was on the verge of a breakdown and he screamed "Leave me alone!" at her, then his golden brush flew towards her and the back of it sharpened and stabbed her in the neck.<br />He was shocked at what just happened. But even more shocked at his new found ability. He was controlling the brush with his mind, making it float, yet he wasn't using any magic. He wasn't even a unicorn. A smile of insanity grew on his face and he stabbed his sisters lifeless body over, and over again. He then had an idea. he used her blood to create more Art. In reality the pieces looked terrible. But he thought they were great, but they weren't perfect though. None the less he was going to bring them and show them off in an art show.<br />(The reason he was able to do that was because the brush/knife is an ancient artifact that will embody the bearer's talent. Not only will it enhance the talent, but it will also give the bearer special abilities usually associated with the talent. However, the artifact will slowly cause the pony to become more and more insane.)<br /><br />He wanted the world to enjoy his art. But when he showed his gruesome paintings, everyone was disgusted. They immediately went to leave. He became furious. He didn't let them leave. Instead he began to kill them, one by one. Stabbing them with his brush. He left the building but guards soon found out what he did and went after him.<br /><br />He eventually lost them and escaped and fled to the country side. Trying to steer away from towns considering he might be held wanted. He still killed a couple ponies for fun. He began to enjoy it. He discovered many ways how to use blood as paint and change it colors using different materials. Once and a while he would go into cities rarely to steal supplies but most of the time he just looted from travelers and killed them. <br /><br />A year passed. The country was still looking for him and they were close to finding him as well. It was becoming difficult for him to stay there so he decided to leave the country altogether. He fled and found his way in Equestria, Manehatten to be exact. No pony knew him there, which was good, but he still hid his face away behind a hood. <br /><br />One day he was roaming through the slums on the city, when he overheard a group of ponies talking. They were gang members, but not just of any gang, they were members of Whitegold, one of the largest organized crime group in the city. They were talking about how they were betrayed by a member and how they had to kill him. The Artist heard this and smiled. He interrupted their meeting. They drew swords in response but the Artist just kept smiling. He told them that he was an assassin and could do the job for them. They laughed at him thinking he was just some nutter poor guy but they let him try anyway mainly to see him fail and use him as a distraction so they could do the job. When they asked for his name he said "My name is not important, I'm just an artist." So they called him 'Artist'.<br /><br />They were surprised when he actually succeeded, and without getting caught as well. He even hid the body well too. They decided he could be useful. They payed the Artist to kill more ponies, mainly rival group members, as well as do other jobs too. He enjoyed this new work. He got payed to do something he enjoyed, killing. They all thought he was a lunatic, but at least he got the job done. He still made art though and would use the blood from his victims in his works. He began to create portraits of his victims or landscape of where they died and leave them at the crime scenes. That became his calling card. The calling card acted as a sort of protection for his clients and made guards think it was the act of some serial killer who they also called 'The Artist'.<br /><br />He began to like the name and liked it even more than his original name. SO that became his new name. Eventually the name spread throughout the underworld and other ponies and groups would hire him as well. Sometime he might even murder for fun. He became an assassin and a serial killer. <br /><br />Since no one really knew the identity of the Artist, he was able to actually go through cities. He used the money he earned to live. He even made a secret secluded cottage by the base of Canterlot's mountain, though he would usually travel. Now, in the present, he hasn't had a job in a while and usually is at his home or traveling making paintings and sketches. His current goal in life is to create the ultimate masterpiece.