Tiffany Twisted

By Widdershins

• February 17, 2017

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Species: Unicorn

Appearance: Twiffany Twisted is rather well-muscled & scrappy for a unicorn. She has a frame one usually expects from earth ponies from a lifetime of picking fights with nearly anything she can find. <br /> Above her usually scruffy, dirty-violet coat lies the usual combative sneer & a short, black mane that rarely grows past her cheeks. Her tail matches her mane & is usually cut haphazardly, and roughly short of just past her cutie mark.<br /><br /> Her coat is usually punctuated by shorter patches of hair still growing back in from a knife wound that's only now healing over & like as not, probably unintentionally self-inflicted to some degree.

Cutie Mark: Tiffany Twisted's cutie mark is of the old switchblade she carries with her at all times. Opened up at a ninety degree angle, its angled center pointed towards her tail like a greater-than sign (>)

Personality: Tiffany is incredibly antisocial. It's hard for her to imagine a conversation or situation that doesn't end in a knife fight. Mostly because she just likes knives so darn much.<br /> To Tiffany, her only real friends are her literal partner in crime, Mercedes Bends & her trusty switchblade.<br /> In fact, she's so concerned about her blade that she loses her mind & flies into a rage whenever she doesn't have her favorite blade within sight.<br /><br /> Tiffany never grew up expecting more than first impressions from anypony else. Frankly, she's just uncomfortable with any situation that doesn't involve biting, kicking or stabbing steel into something that doesn't want it there. Any time she's not, she can usually be found scowling & growling with regret that she isn't 'allowed to' at that present moment.<br /><br /> Not that she can't hold a conversation of course, one just needs to hold her to one of her favorite topics. She gets on quite well with blacksmiths & butchers.

Backstory: Tiffany Twisted grew up in a very poor part of town, raised among poverty, ill-tempered neighbors, usually hungry, neglected & motherless. Her father never talked about what had happened to her mother, but as she didn't remember her, she frankly didn't care.<br /><br /> Her father did love her, but was not the sort of man to open up about emotions, or indeed talk about anything other than the blades & weaponry he fashioned in his blacksmith's shop. <br /><br /> Tiffany got her cutie mark on the day her father showed the rare spot of emotion & handed down to her (Hoofed down?) his most prized possession, the trusty switchblade that he claimed to have saved his own life on many an occasion. Since that fateful day, that blade has barely left her side for longer than an hour at a time. She's shined, polished & repaired that blade so many times over that even her best friend has remarked that its likely nothing left of the family heirloom these days.<br /><br /> Since then she's still had an almost creepy fascination with blades & still works in her dad's blacksmith shop. She doesn't own it however, it having since passed onto a new owner since her father's last disappearance & because she would usually much rather be out on the streets finding cops to charge down, other ponies to mug in alleyways, or elsewise finding ways to make others entertain her.