Widdershins

By Widdershins

• March 29, 2017




Age: He's lost count back in his nine thousands, but somewhere between Celestia & Discord's.

Gender: Other

Species: Non-Pony

Appearance: <p>   </p> <p>        Parts List: One long-snouted head of a Llama, two huge, floppy, prehensile bunny ears, mismatched yellow eyes(right smaller & more humanoid, left bigger & more doe-like),an overgrown fluffy ruff of dirty-white neck fur, a ruddy-pink worm-like body covered in fine scales & broken up by wide, even bands of slightly redder hue. Front Appendages: a purple tentacle & dark-red lobster claw he picked up in the Tentacle Dimension from some time he spent hanging out with some cat named Lulu, or something? </p> <p>     Rear Appendages:a mule's hoof & a gryphon claw he stole off a drunken pirate captain. Also has two tails: a long,thin vine that usually loops around a shorter paddlefish fin. He also used to have wings but they "Sorta just flapped away at some point." Though, in case you ever catch them flopping past, one is a thick & rubbery fin-like wing whilst its conjoined twin is a thin, bony, skeletal wing. The latter likely that way due to Widder's way of landing on the ground in a grinding stop. Come to think of it, that is probably why they mutinied. (If you haven't noticed by now, he's a draconequus) </p> <p>        As to his gender, Widdershins technically has none. He acts and sounds predominately male but sometime over the past several millennia he lost his *ahem*...."parts" and stopped caring about having them, to the point where he hasn't remembered to remake them. </p> <p>     Size,Height & Mass:5 feet standing  (about the height of a stallion on his back hooves), 13 feet from snout to tails.(Or as he calls it, 12 feet, 12 inches & twelve centimeters) His size varies according to his whims, but his mass stays around that of a large housecat. </p> <p>     Despite how he usually seems longer & bigger then most ponies, because of low mass, a hollow body & the openings for theatrics it grants him, the weakest of mares, or even picnic ants, can easily carry him off. Some amount of centuries ago Widdershins started losing his organs for one reason or another. As an immortal being losing such systems couldn't kill him so he began to see such matters as breathing or eating as unnecessary & decided to just replace his innards with a pocket dimension. He still does eat & breathe, but its mostly to be polite when he's offered some or simply for show. Anything that disappears down his snout can be coughed back up whole or just magicked out at random. Despite being hollow & organless Widdershins still can technically bleed. If hit in the body with a sizeable enough gash he will leak out a hazy purple magic. This doesn't hurt him any, but he would strongly recommend against you futzing around too much with it as even he doesn't know what it is or how it got there. In his head he still seems to have a bit of blood, enough for him to be capable of blushing or intentionally giving himself nosebleeds for comedic effect. This blood however comes out as light red, slightly sticky and smelling, feeling & even tasting like raspberry syrup. Which is a burr in his side as he hates raspberries. </p> <p>     Very little of Widdershin's original, organic material is still left. The majority of his long snout & face are entirely made out of a solid mass of hair & while he can still move his "lips" for expressions he can't open his own mouth without the aid of his numerous tongues. Ever since he was first told about Nightmare Night and its traditions of dressing up in costume, he started his own tradition of stripping himself down to his remaining organic material & going as a sort of ghostly, skeletal Chinese-parade-dragon shape. Aside from the loosely attached, bare bands of his body that seem to hover though the air around the purple magic core, the "skull" of what remains of his face is both noseless & eyeless with only a half-foot spiky projections that stick out where his ears begin. There's also a little white whispy orb that seems to ping from end to his end through the central purple core. He couldn't really tell you what that is other then it hurts if you manage to poke it. But don't worry too much about his Organic form. He only hauls that parlor trick out on Nightmare Night & he's been warned constantly against doing that. Any stray, curious hooves that find their way into the cloud of magic that keeps him together can trigger any effect from random reality redistribution, teleportation, deboning, defleshing, recoloration, temporary superpowers or just simply no result at all. He does try to hover out of reach though when he does, which is pretty much the only precaution he takes against that. </p>

Personality: <p>    Widdershins is spastic, flighty, a total tryhard and drama queen. Truly & genuinely enjoys helping other beings, but what with his tenuous grasp on reality & threadbare sanity his "help" usually does more harm than good. For example, don't ever ask him to help clean your house, as he keeps confusing "clean" with "sanitize" and since fire sanitizes things... </p> <p>      He has gotten in trouble frequently before by helping out those with more blatantly evil ambitions because he only ever wanted them to be happy. In fact, at least twice in his long lifetime he has been strung up & "harvested" for one thing or another and kept smiling the entire time only because he was glad to be of help. If you were to say any one negative thing about Widdershins (other than his constant inanity) it'd be his inclination towards Stockholm Syndrome. It's not that he's that overly trusting, just when you've been immortal for long enough you eventually stop caring about what happens to you physically. </p> <p>      Due to having spent some time floating in various types of voids or interdimensional space where he's had nothing but his thoughts for company, it does become quickly apparent that Widdershins can be more than a bit clingy. It isn't uncommon for Widdershins to be shooed off one pony, only to immediately bounce on to another nearby pony. Whether it's due to a constant need for an audience, someone else to validate his own buried doubts of his existence or his ever changing "sense of aesthetics" as to what makes some pony attractive; Widdershins hates to be alone. While Widdershins loves company, he always seems to come on far too strong, weird, or incredibly creepy. It isn't unheard of for him to appear out of nowhere and pounce on a new pony by using his long body like a bola to hogtie them down for ambush hugs. </p> <p>    It is unclear whether it's a spell he's cast on himself at some point or a natural defense, but Widdershins also can't be seen by beings he hasn't been introduced to before. This habit of his can get even more confusing when you've been suddenly whisked upside-down in the air and squeezed by an invisible force. It's up to you whether you're willing to risk reading the little poorly-scrawled introductory business card he drops for just these reasons. (still debating on this, kinda hard to rp with him with it applied.) </p> <p>    Oh, and a good way to curb his rather explosive personality, should you need it, is to pull his long ears. His face & base of his ears are the only parts he can still feel, so if you do, it's best to mean it. Results may vary. </p> <p>     It is rather rare for Widdershins to not have bursting enthusiasm for anything. Even things he's either done, and doesn't remember or things he clearly has no concept of. It is notably hard to make him cease his constant stream of senseless babble; Though there are some dark spots of Widd's past he makes a point not to dwell on. If you do manage to (literally) pin him down to talking about them, he will freely admit there's been points he's lost his mind entirely & done some things even he's aware wasn't moral. But one thing he steadfastly refuses to talk about however, is demons or any of the paraphernalia related to them. </p> <p>   Also, as a side note: I kind of hear him sounding like Ace Ventura: Pet detective. </p>

Backstory: <p> Back in his younger, more intact days, Widdershins was best friend & personal assistant to Celestia when- Whoa! Hey! Come back! I swear it won't focus too much on her!! </p> <p>     ...Okay, good. Your still here? As I was... When Celestia started coming into her own as the newly appointed queen of Equestria, Widdershins started getting the idea that maybe somepony who could raise celestial bodies & had a free nation at her hooves didn't need a personal mailboy & gopher anymore. Widdershins made up his then-still-organic mind, said his goodbyes & opened up his first portal to find a world & purpose of his own. After a few hundred years of constantly changing realities, replacing himself as bits fell off or were taken, war, gore and much, much more he gradually came to the decision that he MIGHT have taken his dependable, sane, home dimension for granted. Thus began uncountable hundreds of thousands of years of ever-increasingly desperate attempts to find his way back to his cherished "childhood." Some of those attempts he isn't proud of, as there has been portions of his life where he has lost his sanity or even his corporeal form. He may very well have come back to Equestria several times before, but didn't stay around long enough to find out. Which is just as well as he only vaguely resembles what he once was & the only thing he can still remember of his home is the forgiving filly that once cared. </p> <p> Edit: In case your wondering, his "relationship" with Celestia is just as platonic as Spike's with Twilight. Twilight to Spike= Big Sister/Mother; Celestia to Widdershins= Little Sister/Mother. Yes, its...rather screwed up either way when you think about it but...I digress. As for Luna, she hardly remembers anything about him as he left when she was still barely out of her filly years. Much the same way you don't remember your Uncle you only ever visited back when you were seven. He still thinks of her as even younger then the filly he sees Celestia as, and tends to treat her as such. Oh, and when he left, they weren't alicorns yet. But that's me stubbornly sticking to my Alicorn Headcannon. ....Aaaalso... maaaybe... an' I'm just spitballin' here... that even before this... He might have once been human. But that's WELL before he was a giant ferret. </p>