Give a detailed written description regarding your character's appearance. Make sure to go over skin/coat color, eye color, hair style and color, body type, body height, notable marks or scars, and aspects specific to their race (tails, horns, scales, claws, est).

• No need to write a thesis on your character's personality
• That you'll likely forget half of
• Just list out general traits
• Here
• And let their personality show through your writing
• In the actual roleplay

Tell us the events in your character's life that shaped who they are. We don't need to know what they ate for breakfast every single morning or how many times they collectively wiped their rears. Go over the important aspects while guiding us through the events that lead them where they are at the start of the roleplay.

What your character is knowledgeable and practiced in. If they are a pony then specify their Cutie Mark and the special talent is allots them, provided of course they're not a blankflank.

Write out and detail any magical spells, relics, special techniques (accomplished through martial skill or other means), or natural abilities your character has access to. When it comes to magic (be it Equestrian or Earthly magic) magic users have to specify what spells they know, so they can't continually pull new spells out of their butts at their convenience.

Using magic effectively doesn't mean having a spell for every occasion, it means having a handful of spells you can apply creatively to solve a wide variety of problems.

Go over and specify each noteworthy piece of gear your character starts off with. This covers firearms, melee weapons, clothing, armor, books, equipment, medicines, potions, ammunition, medical supplies, and the like. If your character starts with money you are limited to a certain amount.

Falling Down is a young, human, teenage girl who reeks of adolescent rebellion. Standing 5,7 with a cocky smile and messy unkempt brown hair styled in a crude pixy cut of sorts, she's never far from trouble. Her maroon colored eyes, turned an unnaturally red shade after exposure to the radiant wave following the release of mankind's magical doomsday weapons, either gleam with her typical boisterousness or grow dull in her far more common boredom.

Her constant constant activity has left her with a light athletic build and light but healthily toned skin. Though fair her skin is course and calloused in places, mainly her knees and the palms of her hands. Scars and remnants of recent cuts and scrapes can often be found dotting her hands or legs.

As of her recent transfer between Reform Schools, Falling is dressed in beaten red and white sneakers, battered jeans with the knees worn out and patched, a white t-shirt with a design that's long since faded from vision, and a denim jacket that's got ragged at the sleeves and threatens to fall apart at the slightest provocation.

• Mistrusting
• Disloyal
• Lacking Confidence
• Lonely
• Adventerous
• Curious, but easily bored
• Passionate
• Brave

Iris Strich was born in Ontario, Canada to a young upstart police officer and a sleepy eyed office worker. From her seven-year old viewpoint her life was nothing short of idyllic. A pleasant haze of 1st grade elementary school, sugary breakfast cereals, stuffed animals, and nights watching television alone downstairs as her parents failed to show up from work on time to feed her dinner.

Then in a single hour Iris's happy, predictable life was shaken to it's core as her country was thrown into blind panic at the terrible destruction around it.

The Rending had happened.

Law and order dissolved like gasoline soaked paper put to the match as countless people attempted to flee from the chaos and into the wilderness. Transports were taking people to safety, but there was only so much room and so much time.

Her parents rushed on foot from their house to meet one of the last transports, dragging Iris behind them as she went. Being just seven years old Iris slowed them down and seeing they were about to be left behind her parents did something that was forever burned into her mind.

They let go of her hand and ran.

Without a single sign of hesitation Iris parent's abandoned her and hurled themselves onto the transport just as it took off, leaving the little teary eyed girl behind as they disappeared into the clouds above.

Left alone Iris was forced to fend for herself, wandering the lawless streets still in a daze at what had happened. It wasn't long before she met others like her and found what she believed to be friendship. Iris put her trust in those she met, only for them to betray her as soon as she became an inconvenience for them. Embittered and hurt, Iris soon treated everyone she met as if they were inevitably going to throw her away.

However a seven year old who didn't trust anyone wasn't well equipped for survival and Iris was left on the verge of starvation when the Equestrians came. They rounded her and countless other surviving children up, taking them to a secure camp where they were fed and had their injuries mended.

Though she was saved by them Iris only expected the worst from the Equestrians, like she had begun to do with everything else. Eventually the Equestrians began to lead the children away from the group, one by one. Iris grew suspicious but didn't sense any danger as she was lead to a small room with just a chair inside.

Sat down in the chair Iris was told to wait and begrudgingly she did. Time passed and Iris began to feel strange. She began to lose focus, it became hard to think, and the urge to sleep became overwhelming. Closing her eyes Iris fell asleep and when she woke up, she remembered nothing.

Having her memory erased, Iris was given the name "Falling Down" and was happy for a time. As happy as she had been before the chaos, maybe even more so. Yet a few days after the erasing she began to experience odd nightmares. There were times during the day when she was struck with the overwhelming fear of being abandoned. She felt as if everyone was going to cast her aside and turn their backs on the promises they made to her if she became a burden. Though Falling’s memory had been erased she still remembered that someone had betrayed her before…

These memories colored the rest of her life from that point. Falling grew mistrustful of the other kids, distancing herself from them for fear of being hurt. Falling had difficulty doing what she was told and following the advice of the teachers, feeling they would mislead her. She no longer felt safe around them, around anyone. Once she became a teenager Falling became overtly rebellious, disobeying rules, starting fights, and causing a number of problems.

Falling was moved from Reform School to Reform School. Each time she was moved in the hopes of her being able to get a new start and finally get the help she needed to start living her life, instead of simply living in fear. Yet Falling proved uncooperative and her behavior ended up becoming self sabotage.

She’s only recently been transferred to Bellbrooke a week ago. Though Falling isn’t happy with the transfer, it feels like this may be her last chance…

Athletic: Falling is highly athletic. Though she dislikes sports because of the teamwork inherently involved in many of them, her less then acceptable activities around the Reform Schools she's been in have kept her physically active in a multitude of ways. As a result she possesses quick reflexes, enough strength to lift herself, and a superb running speed with stamina to match.

Brawler: Constant mistrust, fear of abandonment, unbridled emotional issues, and delinquent tendencies have gotten Falling into plenty of fist fights and brawls. Though they were usually between other children her age, she's taken enough hits and thrown enough punches to gain a general idea of how to wield violence effectively against her enemies and obstacles.

Sleight of Hand: While Falling has done many unpleasant and inappropriate things, she's largely avoided outright thievery for fear of what the repercussions could be. However she's made a habit of finding and keeping things she really isn't supposed to have. As a result the girl has had some practice with hiding knickknacks, books, sharp objects, and various other things from watchful eyes. Making it seem like she's gotten rid of something when she hasn't has become second nature to her.

Daydreamer:While not exactly a great student Falling is an avid reader. Of fiction. She's read countless adventure stories and is rather knowledgeable on them. Not that knowing the tales of a fictional hero in a fictional world have ever been much used to her, but it makes her a vivid day dreamer who often slips off mentally when bored out of her gourd.


Iris is ignorant in the ways of magic and possesses no magical artifacts or items, but that doesn't mean her interest in such things is by any means low. She searches high and low in the hopes of finding some wondrous thing that will solve all of her problems...



Regular Human Clothes: Clothes made before the fall of humanity. On the verge of becoming threadbare in places, but fitting and comforting. Offers little if any protection from ranged, magical, or melee attacks. May attract moths.

Iron Pipe: A four foot length of iron piping with a heavy duty ball valve at the end. Falling picked it up with the intent of making something out of it, but quickly began to use it for hitting things she didn't like while exploring outside the school.

Bolo: Seeing the strange weapon in a half-burnt book she found while exploring outside the school, Iris replicated the weapon using a length of rope and a pair of round brass weights. Swinging the weapon over her head Iris can, supposedly, hurl the weapon and entangle her enemies legs. Provided she can actually hit them.

One-Half a pair of Binoculars: A pair of broken binoculars, made decades ago. Snapped in half Iris uses the remaining mostly functioning half she has as a spyglass of sorts.

Backpack: A teal, medium sized backpack littered with all manner of pockets and straps. It's where Iris stashes everything she finds on her unauthorized trips outside of school.

◇Physical Description◇

Lycoris stands 5,7 with pale skin and a light, gaunt figure. At the start of her journey Lycoris had brown eyes and ratty brown hair. However a decade of practicing necromancy, as well as her initial exposure to ambient magical energies released during The Rending, her eyes turned a striking shade of purple and her hair grew into a dark lavender. Always sitting atop her nose are a pair of glasses for her near sighted vision. The pair she has now is her most recent pair, as Lycoris had to scavenge for new glasses over the years as she grew and her sight changed.

While at first glance Lycoris might seem like a somewhat sickly, if normal girl, the numerous scars on her body quickly draw the eyes and worry of others. Streaking across the left side of her forehead is a grievous burn scar that settled into the middle. At the center of the scar amidst the pinkish-red tissue is a clump of jagged black rock sticking up out of her skin.

This is a fragment of meteorite shrapnel that grazed her ten years prior, embedding itself into her skin and fusing to the frontal bone of her skull from the sheer heat it possessed. It was only thanks to the angle of its entry and sheer luck that it didn’t outright pierce her skull or cook her brains.

Her forearms also bare a number of scars, both old and fresh but all seemingly self inflicted. It isn’t what most would jump to the conclusion of however. Lycoris’s necromancy requires blood, requiring her to draw blood from herself. Originally Lycoris tried a couple different methods of getting blood. Needles kept breaking off in her arm, sterile IVs were difficult to find much less keep clean, and extracting and storing blood beforehand proved surprisingly difficult with limited resources.

Other solutions proved too time consuming forcing Lycoris to turn to simply cutting her arms to draw blood for spells in heated situations and battle.

While effective it’s left her arms horribly scarred and given her a rather unpleasant appearance as a result. Lycoris would enjoy covering her arms to avoid being mistaken for a lunatic or an emo edgelord, but doesn’t want to potentially die because she had to waste time rolling up her sleeves to cast a spell.

◇Personality Elements◇

• Selfish
• Neurotic
• Power hungry
• Callous
• Eccentric
• Inquisitive
• Well Read
• Intelligent

◇Biography◇

Lycoris was born in Australia, the only daughter of an eccentric historian. Growing up she spent most of her time either watched by friends of her father or alone and surrounded by books. From an early age she learned to read and turned to engrossing herself in books to find some kind of comfort. Lacking books for a girl her age Lycoris instead read the books and texts her father kept around the house for research purposes.

The books she delved into were all strangely worded, threatening tombs on magic and necromancy. Pages filled with images of dark deeds and esoteric principles of the spirits and demons that supposedly could bend the world to the practitioner's wishes.

At 7 years old Lycoris was reading translations of the 15th century Cambridge Book of Magic and The Heptameron, while her fellow 2nd graders struggled to read Charlotte’s Web. Her teachers were initially concerned by Lycoris's choice in reading material, but once they realized the girl simply wanted to follow in her father's footsteps they calmed down.

While overly verbose and intelligent for her age, Lycoris was still a little girl and craved her father’s attention and warmth.

Mr. Sparks was a historian, and an expert in the arcane practises of the past. Before Lycoris was born he held a number of theories suggesting that, at one point in time, magic rituals and spells actually worked.

This of course turned him into a laughing stock and brought him to the point of financial ruin. Bunched in with people who tried healing basketball sized tumors with crystals and con men who swore they could speak to dead relatives, it became a struggle to find work. Shortly after marrying the women of his dreams she died giving birth to a baby girl.

Her father did her best to support Lycoris. Going to great lengths to get work, even denouncing his previous theories and sacrificing what little reputation he had left in order to pay the bills.

Lycoris couldn’t help but feel somehow responsible for her father’s misery and misfortune. Wishing quietly that he would somehow be proven right.

It wasn’t until the discovery of Earth by the Equestrian’s that she got her wish.

Realizing magic was an actual powerful practice that could be accomplished with the right means, countless governments and individuals sought Lycoris’s father for his expertise and knowledge. In a short period of time he became incredibly wealthy and was able to spend more time with his daughter.

Though happy to finally have her father’s attention, Lycoris couldn’t escape the feeling her father blamed her for what happened. The man tried to explain he held no ill will towards her and that despite his success, was still somewhat melancholy about the past. He assured her that he would eventually move past the loss of his wife and the years he spent humiliated for his theories.

Lycoris did not believe him however and did not see why it was important to move past anything. Magic had been proven to exist and through magic any problem could be solved.

Breaking into her father’s office she stole an Equestrian tomb that had been lent to him for research purposes by a foreign government. Cross referencing the tomb with a book on necromancy Lycoris began secret preparations for a ritual.

With the influx of money Lycoris’s father had bought a new home and was able to pay to have his wife’s grave moved to their new property. The night it was moved Lycoris snuck out of her room and into the backyard where she dug up and cracked open her mother’s casket.

Guided by the moonlight and the foul oils of a long since rotted corpse, Lycoris drew a circle in chalk dust around the open casket. Clouds began to roll overhead and thunder rang out like screams as she stood over the grave and cut a wound into her arm with a kitchen knife. Her blood trickled down into the grave and Lycoris began to chant the words of an incantation.

Everything seemed to be going just as planned...when the ground shook and the sky lit up for a brief moment. The Rending happened in the middle of her ritual and terrible destruction began to rain down across the world.

Lycoris struggled to keep her incantations clear as the ground shook and terrible noises and flashes rang out in the distance. As cities disappeared and countless people died across the globe something began to go horribly wrong with her ritual.

Hearing the noise Lycoris’s father ran outside and rushed to her side, just as the festering corpse of his wife rose to its near skeletal feet. Animated by a foul force Lycoris’ mother reached out to grab her daughter’s wrist, only meet the hand of her still living husband.

Pulling him into the grave with inhuman strength Lycoris was forced to watch as her ‘resurrected’ mother tore her father apart. Paralyzed by fear and shock all Lycoris could do was stand there, still bleeding from the arm as her mother finished and stepped out of the grave towards her.

Lycoris’s life would have been taken then and there had a blistering light not streaked down from the sky.

A meteorite. One of many magically conjured to wreak destruction on the land, struck her house and obliterated it. Superheated fragments of rock flew out in all directions upon impact, ripping Lycoris’s animated mother apart and immolating her fragile body in a matter of moments.

Lycoris was thrown back by the impact, a small fragment of meteorite grazing her head and leaving a burn painful enough to rob her of consciousness.

She woke up hours later with the sun beating down on the smouldering crater that used to be her home. The dead remains of her mother and father still left strewn about the ground near the grave she dug up. With nowhere to go Lycoris simply turned away from the hellish scene and began to walk.

The traumatized little girl went looking for help only to find everyone in a panic, looking out for no one but themselves. Operating in a kind of dazed autopilot Lycoris scavenged for supplies as she continued to walk. The little girl walked until night fell and she collapsed upon a hillside outside her home town. It was there in the dark that she broke down in screaming tears as the realization of what happened finally registered.

Lycoris blamed herself. The magic had been fine, it should have worked. But it didn’t. And it didn’t because of her. Had she been more skilled in magic her father wouldn’t have died. Her mother would have been returned to life. Perhaps their house could have been saved from the destruction.

Haunted by countless possibilities Lycoris lay curled up under the moonlight, swearing between her sobs that she would do everything it took to become an unquestionable master of magic. She would not stop until every element and trivial force of magic bent their knee to her command.

Lycoris woke up the next morning exhausted and hungry. Where other children searched for food, shelter, and safety Lycoris searched for books. She broke into libraries and colleges looking for texts, tablets, scrolls, and artifacts. Only ever seeking out her needs when the demand became too great to ignore.

Even as the adults began to die and warp into hideous creatures Lycoris continued to travel and research what she could while struggling to survive. When the Equestrian’s arrived and began to round up children, Lycoris put what she learned to use and avoided their detection.

Alone Lycoris traveled wandering the outback, crossed the sea, and began a decade long journey across Asia and into Europe. Years went by and she learned more and more. Her body grew, but her heart remained as cracked and small as it was that night by her mother’s grave.

Despite learning necromancy and surviving years on her own in a world polluted with hellish creatures and magical weapons gone rampant, Lycoris still felt weak and unwise. She wondered if she would ever gain mastery over magic when, while passing by an Equestrian settlement, she heard a rumor about a fabulous power rumored to be in a place called ‘Bellbrooke’.

Intrigued Lycoris set out for the former British Isles and eventually arrived at the settlement...

◇Skills and Talents◇

Multilingual: Lycoris has learned to speak, or at least read and write in a number of different languages. Several of which are archaic and connected to magical scripts and texts on Earth. It isn’t a perfectly grasp of the languages, her pronunciation and translation are off at certain points.

Speed Reader: Books are Lycoris’s meat and potatoes. She loves to read books and can go through them pretty quickly. However her speed reading only applies to scholarly and academic texts. When it comes to story books or works of fiction she can actually be very slow in getting through them. Mostly because Lycoris has to take her time to really grasp the weight of narrative elements and the plights of the characters.

Survivalist: Spending a decade trekking across the ruined, monstrosity polluted world has given Lycoris a tremendous amount of first hand experience in surviving harsh situations. She knows how to scavenge for food, hunt, cure hides, preserve foods, treat harsh injuries on her own, make shelter, and much more.

Rended Expert: Expert is probably too strong a term, but Lycoris considers herself one on the subject of the Rended. The adult humans who didn’t outright die from the magical energies released from the countless weapons during The Rending, slowly lost their humanity and turned into twisted creatures. These beings became known as the Rended and proved a threat to the survivors and the Equestrians who came to help them.

Years of witnessing, fleeing from, and fighting such creatures has allowed Lycoris to accrue a large degree of knowledge on the Rended, their behaviors, and workings.

Intermediate Magic User: Lycoris has worked hard while surviving to learn as much as she can about magic. Though she’s made impressive progress she is still just an intermediate user with a lot to learn. She has some interesting, if not outright dangerous theories for a magic user however...

◇Relics, Spells, and Techniques◇

The arcane practice of understanding and manipulating the forces that separate life from death. Through Necromancy spirits may be understood, powerful forces may be harnessed, and the dead themselves can be turned into tools or outright weapons.

Lycoris is a practitioner of Necromancy but does so in a style she developed on her own with some experience. Typically traditional necromancy is very stationary and time consuming, but by using blood as not only a sacrificial medium but a focus Lycoris can dramatically simplify spells.

By spilling her blood (or the blood of another) and using it in her castings she hastens otherwise time consuming practices. Allowing her to use her Necromancy more offensively and on the fly. While powerful, Lycoris's approach has it's weaknesses. Like most magic associated with the 'dark' her spells are left vulnerable to magic connected to the divine or the light. Her use of blood in her spells also takes a toll on her health as Lycoris must draw her own blood, often through cutting into herself, which risks infection, greater blood loss then intended, and a number of other horrid things.

The spells and rituals Lycoris currently know are:

◇Gear◇

Wild Clothes: Having spent the majority of her life traveling Lycoris has burned through quite a lot of clothes over the years. Wear and tear, not to mention growing out of clothes, has left her rather accustomed to finding or making new things to wear. During her journey to Bellbrooke she did scavenging and found articles of clothing from before The Rending to make an outfit.

Lycoris’s current attire is made of a purple hole ridden undershirt, shorts that once used to be jeans, panty hose, tattered steel toed military boots, and a dirty white overcoat with the sleeves cut or fallen off completely.

They provide the minimal warmth needed for the season and the region while being lightweight and comfortable. Lycoris’s wild clothes possess no protective properties from physical or magical attacks, and aren’t even that sturdy.

Leather Backpack:A sturdy leather backpack that has served Lycoris well over the years. It can hold quite a lot and its leather, although old and worn, is still surprisingly strong. The straps that go over her shoulders also have a knife sheath for her ritual blade and a short chain to attach books to so she doesn't drop and potentially ruin them.

Ritual Knife: Originally an everyday kitchen knife, the steel blade eventually broke after a few years of heavy use. Lycoris managed to replace the blade with a smaller, but sturdier knapped obsidian blade that she fixed and lashed to the handle of the kitchen knife. It works almost like a scalpel, excellent for use as a weapon and for rituals.

Sterilized Bandages: Crude, but sanitized bandages made from old cotton cloth sterilized in an even older oven. Lycoris learned to make them when she was young and currently has a roll on hand for stopping any excessive bleeding she may experience.

Personal Tomb: A large leather bound pook with hundreds of parchment pages. It’s filled with countless entries dating all the way back from the start of her journey. The book has a number of details, notes, theories, spell instructions, and information on countless magical schools that Lycoris has recorded over her travels. Some of the information is very dark and holds great potential for abuse in the wrong hands.

Bag of Salt: Inside a crude hide sack with a leather drawstring Lycoris keeps a healthy supply of salt on her person at all times. Just in case...

Bag of Rat Bones: Lycoris goes to great lengths to hide a bag full of rat bones in the event that she is ever captured. With the bones she can raise a small, skeletal rat and send it out of any cell she might be thrown in to free her.

Lightning Bolt: After giving their hands a dusting of powdered electrum or gold the caster plants their feet firmly on the ground. Widening their stance they clench their fists and move their arms to their sides. They make a series of specific, timed gestures before reaching skyward. Opening their hand they stretch their arm as far as they can raise it and grasp something.

Suddenly sparks begin to fly as a shaking, brilliant coil of lighting becomes trapped within their grasp straightening out into a threatening spear. Once in hand the user may rear back and throw the bolt at whatever they desire. Though the lightening bolt provides some propulsion to itself, the accuracy and distance it goes is dependent largely on the user.

The bolt is capable of blowing holes through buildings, singeing muscles and flesh, or outright stopping the hearts of living creatures with its intense power.

While powerful however the Lightning Bolt spell is somewhat telegraphed and since the user must plant their feet, they cannot move and cast the spell. Of course, using a catalyst would speed up the process of obtaining the lightning bolt - but it takes a heavy price as well.

Lightning Web: After taking only a bit of Electrum, the caster plants their feet on the ground. The user then closes her eyes and then takes a deep breath before making a short series of timed movements before spreading their arms sideward.

A web of electricity appears around him in a five meter radius - trapping anyone within it whether it be friend or foe. The trapped would feel a sort of tingling feeling that would numb the longer they are within the web.

It is possible to escape from the web with enough effort. It will disappear around five minutes, but the caster must keep his stationary for this amount of time.

Explosion: By harnessing enough electrical energy through a series of movement and a bit of electrum, the caster can aim at a certain point and make it explode. However, the potency of the explosion is heavily dependent on how long the caster has been casting.

Explosion had always been a charge up move. It takes a long time for it to reach its full potency - capable of bringing an entire building down by striking the base. It has been outlawed in use back before the Rendering even began. But that didn't stop people from using it.

Lightning Flash learned about this through the book of the adventurer, and also learned how it can be shortened or cut off mid-chant but still let out a form of explosion. It decreases it potency, yes, but it would sometimes be useful in kicking up dust for distractions or whatnot.

Lightning Rune: It is basically imbuing an object with the power of lightning. Lightning Flash favors imbuing his sword with the element. It is done by holding the object on the right hand and then performing a series of movements. It ends with closing the left hand to trap the electricity and then running the hand through the object that one wishes to imbue lightning with.

It increases the potency of weapons, and gives a shocking effect to it after. Though it may not instantaneously kill anyone, being repeatedly hit by it might make the heart stop or make someone convulse. However, the rune only lasts around seven hits before it needs to be reapplied.

Lightning Arrow: It functions and is activated around the same way as the lightning bolt - but it has decreased potency and a shorter chanting span. Its aim is to incapacitate - not to kill, hence how it is accepted to be used against human criminals.

Multiple arrows can be created and launched given the proper sequence of movements. It then turns into a Lightning Barrage which is used to put down bigger monsters that should not be killed.

◤≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡◥

Purple fur, blue eyes, short mane and tail (and short, scruffy beard) darker blue than eyes. Slightly taller than average (roughly average for male). Decidedly non-muscular. Cutie mark is a dotted outline of a pony. Magic aura indigo. Neutral expression appears unfriendly.

• Cranky
• Sarcastic
• Has trouble with social interaction
• Generally remains quiet unless he has something to say
• Introverted
• Thirst for knowledge

After proving less than capable at interacting with his fellow foals, Crepuscular Rays began to prefer being ignored over the embarrassment of actually talking to other ponies. One day, he was so desperate to be left alone, he channeled his magic with the wish “Please just ignore me”. Rays was astonished when the other foals suddenly behaved as if he weren’t there. When his impromptu spell finally broke, he found a cutie mark adorning his flanks.
Rays spent many days and nights using his new privacy to study magic and history and folklore (with detours into fiction when he felt like a change of pace). He grew to crave exploration and discovery. When he heard about the new world discovered by Twilight Sparkle, he was excited beyond measure, only to become horrified by the thought of all the destroyed knowledge during humanity’s decline. When Earth became a colony of Equestria, Rays knew that somepony needed to find and protect what was left of humanity’s legacy before even more of it was lost forever. That somepony might as well be him.

Crepuscular Rays is well versed in magical theory, as well as the history and folklore of his homeworld. His knowledge of pre-Equestrian Earth is second to few, though still frustratingly minimal. Rays is a fairly adept woodsman, which serves him well while exploring. He has decent horn-flow, though his reservoir is only slightly-above-average at best. His specialty, however, is spells that reduce his presence (like the one that got him his cutie mark).

Rays can use telekinesis at the level of an average adult unicorn. He can also use prestidigitation, magic sight, and dancing lights. His specialty spells are, in ascending order of cost, Notice-Me-Not, See-Me-Not and Hear-Me-Not, Remember-Me-Not, and Touch-Me-Not. Due to his proficiency with these, he can combine them freely as modular components, though it costs more energy to use them this way.
Aside from spells, Rays is also capable of firing a blast of raw magic at a target (like any unicorn can), but has no training in doing so safely. As such, he runs the risk of harming his magical pathways or overexerting his mana supply. Magic blast is therefore reserved for extreme emergencies only.

Telekinesis: The inborn unicorn ability to manipulate objects with magical force. Negligible mana cost. Cost increases with distance and weight of objects.

Prestidigitation: A prestidigitation can slowly lift 1 pound of material. It can color, clean, or soil items in a 1-foot cube each round. It can chill, warm, or flavor 1 pound of nonliving material. It cannot deal damage or affect the concentration of spellcasters. Prestidigitation can create small objects, but they look crude and artificial. The materials created by a prestidigitation spell are extremely fragile, and they cannot be used as tools, weapons, or spell components. Finally, prestidigitation lacks the power to duplicate any other spell effects. Any actual change to an object (beyond just moving, cleaning, or soiling it) persists only 1 hour. (from Pathfinder Core Rulebook) Minimal mana cost.

Magic Sight: Allows user to see and identify magical auras. Requires some concentration. Minimal mana cost.

Dancing Lights: Depending on the version selected, you create up to four lights that resemble lanterns or torches (and cast that amount of light), or up to four glowing spheres of light (which look like will-o’-wisps). The dancing lights must stay within a 10-foot-radius area in relation to each other but otherwise move as you desire (no concentration required): forward or back, up or down, straight or turning corners, or the like. The lights can move up to 100 feet per round. A light winks out if the distance between you and it exceeds the spell’s range.
You can only have one dancing lights spell active at any one time. If you cast this spell while another casting is still in effect, the previous casting is dispelled. (from Pathfinder Core Rulebook) Minimal mana cost.

Notice-Me-Not: The caster becomes extremely uninteresting to other nearby creatures. Becomes less effective if target(s) already aware of caster's presence or actively searching for caster. Can be broken by subject actively drawing attention to itself. Does not affect machines or other mindless things, such as mindless undead. Minor mana cost. Cost can be raised to increase radius of effect.

See-Me-Not: The caster and carried gear become entirely transparent to light (though not to magic). Can be cast on others. Moderate mana cost.

Hear-Me-Not: The caster and carried gear do not radiate sound. Can be cast on others. Moderate mana cost.

Remember-Me-Not: All other creatures within 60 ft. forget caster’s existence. Memory loss temporary, returns once out of range. Does not affect machines or other mindless things, such as mindless undead. High mana cost.

Touch-Me-Not: Caster becomes intangible. Concentration required to maintain. Can be cast on others. High mana cost.

Cloak: Dark grey, hooded, waterproofed, lined with pockets.
Saddlebags: Brown, waterproofed when closed, enchanted to double holding capacity.
Canterhorn hiking staff: Magically toughened, enchanted for reduced weight, enchanted with recall charm (within range of 100 miles, bonded unicorn [Rays] may cast specialized cantrip, staff teleports to bonded unicorn’s possession). Very expensive (it was a graduation present).
Survival gear: Pocket knife of the Swiss persuasion, canteen, flint & steel, emergency blanket (salvaged), rope (50 ft.), compass, binoculars, small mirror, tinder, small hatchet.
First aid kit: Barely used yet.
Identification materials (whatever form those take in this setting).
Reference books: Titles TBD, no more than 5.
Currency: 107 101 bits

Sorry for jumping the gun on you like that. I had these unshakable assumptions that there'd probably be a decent amount of human military stuff left over but I was wrong and it's fixed now hopefully.

Prince Blueblood is a young, golden maned Unicorn with a striking pure white coat and piercing sapphire blue eyes. He stands well groomed with no signs of scars, blemishes, or even chips on his hooves. His posture is straight and his mannerisms refined, giving him the smell or stinkof high class nobility. The Prince is usually dressed down in a virgin white suit with a blue tie and grey lapels. However due to the near identical color of his own coat it usually looks like he's simply wearing the collar of a suit with a tie around his neck, making him appear as foolish as it does refined.

• Selfish
• Callous
• Manipulative
• Uncaring
• Schemeing
• Worried

Prince Babaron Blueblood was born the far, far, far, farremoved relative of the rulers of Equestria, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. Despite the almost laughable disconnect between his family and the Alicorns that governed the lands, the connection left many feeling they were entitled to respect and a certain degree of involvement in the land's affairs. It didn't take long for that entitlement to become reciprocated in the family and Blueblood was no different.

From an early age he lived a life of high privilege and grew up being told he was important and deserved much given his bloodline. Blueblood was the youngest of four children and the most bullheaded on the matter of his noble entitlement. As a child he was as greedy, selfish, and emotionally toxic as even the rich brats in stories about the value of sharing.

As he grew older and matured into an able bodied unicorn, Blueblood's attitude became less childish and more refined while still being nearly unbearable to virtually everyone who wasn't paid to suffer him. While he became popular amongst the other nobles for his sporting good looks and 'prince charming' like outer shell, his siblings all held greater responsibility and power then him.

The situation deeply confused him yet no explanation anyone was willing to give him really sank in. It wasn't until after the Grand Galloping Gala and being told off by a particularly well dressed mare that he came to realize his position was a gilded one.

He held no real power, or authority, or even respect outside of what his reputation and good looks earned him at first glance. Blueblood realized that those would not last forever. One day he would wither and grow old, and no one would want anything to do with him. The thought horrified him and for the first time in his life he began to lose sleep.

If he wanted to be happy he needed power.

That was what Blueblood felt and quickly became his sole focus.

He still attended parties and lived lavishly, but as he did he worked to gain connections. Dirt on important people. Working himself into greater and greater positions of power over time. Eventually the discovery of a new world and a new race began to dominate everyone's thoughts. Blueblood was first disinterested, but when an all out war to take back the strange world from disaster sprung up the Prince was the first of his siblings to begin supporting the efforts on Earth.

Blueblood feigned interest in helping the humans on Earth, gaining greater appeal and a more potent reputation as a result.

Years passed and a smarter, more competent Prince found himself on the verge of becoming a proper Duke. Everything seemed to be going his way when one of his siblings was chosen over him. Confusion turned to outrage as he discovered his siblings had begun to sabotage them.

They had 'concerns' about his behavior and how he intended to use his position. It was nothing but simple betrayal in Blueblood's eyes and he swore to make them pay. None of his siblings took the threat seriously though. One even went so far as to offer him a position at a reform school, either believing the Prince actually cared or simply doing it to mock him.

In an act that surprised nearly everyone...Blueblood accepted it.

Packing his many, many bags Blueblood traveled to Earth where he was given the 'accredited' position of headmaster of the Bellbrooke Reform School. He accepted the position, not because he cared, but to get his foot into a world where his family had no sway. He did his best to worm his way into the local politics of the settlement and gain power.

But it was slow, tiring task. Blueblood quickly grew to hate the human children he was forced to contend with. In front of the public and and important officials he was all smiles. But when alone with the humans the Prince was anything but kind, the total opposite of the teachers and aides who legitimately cared for them.

Craving some kind of escape from the hole he was seemingly trapped in Prince Blueblood began to quietly embezzle funds from the school's budget. Funding expedition after expedition into the surrounding wilderness in search of greater wealth and magical power.

For a year now he has searched for something, anything to help him. Rumors of some fabulous power have pushed the Headmaster of the Reform school to take even more underhanded measures to ensure he achieved real power...



Blackmail: Upon awakening to his need for power Blueblood discovered the importance of knowing the things no one wanted others to know. He became skilled at collecting information or outright setting up situations where he would have incriminating or reputation destroying evidence he could use to lord over others. During his time in Bellbrooke he's collected dirt on the mayor and other individuals of mild importance.

Appraisal: Blueblood always demanded the finest things out of his life. However he began to take efforts to really understand the worth of things. To gather wealth and riches he had to be able to see the value in things. Studying up as a grueling experience for him but he actually found he had a knack for identifying objects, valuable metals, and to a limited degree magical artifacts.

Charisma and Lying: Blueblood's charming looks and princely nature gives him a visual edge over most. Upon realizing the importance of using others Blueblood learned to actually act nice and appease the egos of others, even though he wanted to have his own desires appeased. He's become good at lying, or so he thinks, and can hide his true intent to a degree.

Sport Shooting: Hearing the elation and sense of power many nobles got from hunting on Earth, Blueblood put down good money for double barrel 4-bore rifle and instruction on how to use it. Though he found hunting too dirty and tiring, something about owning a firing a gun appealed to him. He has grown accustomed to using and firing rifles, with some mild skill in striking distant targets.





Blueblood never put much effort into learning magic when he was younger beyond the bare minimum of what was expected of him. He felt he didn't need to have magic at his disposal when his station entitled him to so much. Yet as he matured and slowly realized his powerlessness, he began to put more effort into learning spells in the hopes of using them to gain some kind of leverage. He's since become frustrating at the effort required and has been looking for short cuts.

Basic Telekinesis: The spell most unicorns learn at some time or another. Allows for the lifting and wielding of various small to medium sized objects without much exertion.

Ignite: Blueblood has learned hot to light small fires with his horn. It takes a great deal of concentration but he can spark torches, or even the clothes of nearby teacher, creating potentially dangerous fires from small flames

Chill: Largely learned out of a frustration from a lack of properly chilled wine, Blueblood took the chill spell to heart. Concentrating Blueblood can significantly drop the temperature of an object or spot. He can freeze water to create ice or injure someone, potentially giving them frostbite on the spot he focuses his magic.



SUNLIGHT PIN: One of the only things of value gotten from his funded expeditions into the wilderness surrounding Bellbrooke. A golden needle, slightly smaller then a knitting needle. Fragile and covered in intricate engravings the needle provides protection from the rays of the sun as well as sun and light based magic.

As long as the user has the needle in their possession they are immune to such spells, unless they contact base or rely on something that physically touches the user of the relic.

Though valuable and seemingly useless, Blueblood has kept the needle instead of selling it.



White Suit: An expensive custom tailored white suit with grey lapels and a royal blue tie. Prince Blueblood is almost never seen out of it, wearing it for formal occasions and while working as headmaster. Though he enjoys how it looks many often get confused, assuming he is simply wearing a lapel and a tie due to how the rest of the suit matches his own white coat.

4-Bore Double Barrel Rifle: A large caliber, break action rifle made by humans before the Rending. Blueblood had the weapon recovered and restored to a degree, keeping it and a least 20 brass shells around whenever he needs or feels the urge to shoot something.

Blackmail Files: A collection of photographs, notes, and other evidence that Blueblood can use to blackmail various individuals within Bellbrooke. From the mayor of the settlement to a certain star-flyer of the Wonderbolt Special Forces stationed in town...

Worried is a young adult that is entering the prime of his life, through the bags under his eyes tell a story of a mind that is plagued by fears and concerns that others aren't. He is a tall but wiry man, standing at around 6'5 feet tall with fair skin and short blond-brown hair and blue (through often glassy) eyes. The outfits he wears tend to be simple things (basic t-shirts and loose fitting jeans with a belt) but he is almost never seen without some kind of vest or jacket on. As he has joked before, he seems to be naturally cold blooded and not really bothered by the rare warm days that come along.

During his waking hours, he is always seen to be wearing a pair of glasses that he requires to see the world in more then just blurs. He doesn't clean them as often as he really should, but he goes to great lengths to take care of them and not lose them. Whenever he is out and about in the outside world, he is almost always seen wearing a pair of worn work boots with steel caps protecting the toes.

• Tired
• Impulsive
• Obsessive
• Generous
• Paranoid
• Curious.

Andrew Macdonald was born and lived most of his life in Australia. He was the youngest in the family, growing up with three older sisters and two loving parents. While everyone in the family noticed as he was growing up that Andrew was different, it wasn't until a bit later on in his life that a reason for his behavior was actually given; He was deemed to have aspergers, through he was high functioning. Unwilling to admit that there might have been something mentally wrong with their child, his parents simply treated him like any of their other children and while this caused friction at times, all in all they raised their son right.

They had been taking a long awaited vacation to visit the United Kingdom (Starting their holiday in England) when the Rendering began.

Worried... doesn't remember what happened during this period of time. At least, not properly. Between the efforts of the Equestrian Reformation Schools and his own minds desire to try and not think about such a chaotic and painful time of his life, the view times he tried to remember his life before waking up as Worried Mind all he could remember is a haze that made him feel sick to his stomach. While the fact that he could remember anything about the Rending at all worried the ponies running the Reformation School, Worried surprised them by requesting that he be allowed to keep the sickening fog of 'memory' that remained. His exact words were "I am happy to forget the details but... I did things. Horrible things in order to be here today. Forgetting those things and pretending they never happened... doesn't feel right."

Despite several attempts over the years to change his mind, the ponies that worked with Worried respected his desire to bare the weight of his guilt and instead worked to help him accept it and live with it in a healthy manner.

When he graduated from the Reform School, Worried Mind dived into researching the ruins of human technology. He never really had the mind for magic in either form, but there was something about non magical tech that clicked in his head and he desired to seek it out wherever he could.

However, looking through the ruins of human history and technology brought with it knowledge... strictly speaking, knowledge of nuclear weapons and the vast number of Polaris and Trident missiles that Britain had stockpiled around the nation before the Rending... and hadn't been dismantled in the days after the discovery of magic and the lead up to the Rending. In fact, with the destruction of the former human government and... well, most of the United Kingdom the exact locations of where these world ending weapons were was lost.

This knowledge keeps Worried Mind awake at night, pouring through whatever information that he can get that trickles into the settlements trying to pick out likely locations that these deadly weapons might be stored in order to track them down before something bad happens because of them. A decade without maintenance, abandoned to whatever conditions that their solos suffered... with creatures and people out there that might come across one and decide to try and use it for their own ends. Hell! Even if they were left alone and Celestia willing didn't malfunction and explode of their own, just the poisonous effect that they could have on their surroundings if they just started to leak...


Objective focused: Worried works best when he is given a list of tasks that need to be done. He will see that they are done and that they are done in the correct order without question unless he notices something that is truly ineffective and can be improved in some way.

Knack with Technology: Not everyone has a mind that can understand how various pieces of human technology works, but Worried seems to have a knack for understanding how the pieces are meant to fit together... almost like solving a puzzle.

Some knowledge of history: Unlike many humans currently alive (and most others from Equestria), Worried actually does have some knowledge about human history before the Rending. He seeks to learn more of it through.

Basic Firearm Training: While it doesn't happen often, sometimes Worried has to leave the relative safety of the few civilized places left for pony and human kind. Considering all the nasty things currently roaming the world, being able to operate a firearm is rather useful.


None. Worried Mind doesn't understand magic in the slightest and doesn't have the mind in order to really understand or use it. Honestly, he kind of hates how chaotic and senseless the rules behind it seem to be and would honestly rather live in a world where it doesn't exist.



Pony Made Clothing: Worried's clothing is pony made and is thus pretty well put together. Currently, he favors wearing a white t-shirt, a warm blue hooded jumper and a pair of loosely fitting dark blue jeans with a black belt. He also wears a pair of black (if somewhat worn) workboots with a steelcap in the toe area.

Backpack: A simple backpack, you never know when one will be useful.

Glasses: He wears glasses during all of his waking hours unless he is asleep or bathing. They are prescription glasses and he needs to visit an optometrist every few years in order to have them adjusted.

Equestrian made Rifle: The world is a dangerous place outside of the towns... and even in the towns when the Rendered launch a serious attack. Even if an Equestrian rifle would have been more at home in the early days of WW1, it's still useful for protecting oneself.

Romt is a tall, frightening figure. Standing more than a few inches over six feet tall, nearing seven feet even. Romt is built heavily in the physical department as can be seen by the bulky, muscular build his body has. His arms are especially strong in appearance, with rough hands that have spend a fair amount of years digging through stone, and colliding with the earth as he walked. He has somewhat small back paws compared to his hands, but they seem to carry him well enough.

He has red fur from his floppy ears all the way down, with black nails at the end of his hands; As well as yellow eyes which observe everything he finds interest in. His attire consists of a brown ten gallon sheriff's hat, a gray collar decorated with pieces of obsidian, and the seemingly traditional Diamond Dog vest; Colored black.

Romt has scars across his body; Cuts and bruises from combat, his most permanent injuries being his stubbed tail, and left eye: Which seems to only stay about halfway open nowadays, and never opens any further.

• Kind - Generally, anyways. Surprisingly good with kids. Don't tick off the mutt...
• Intimidating
• Calm
• Intelligent
• Aggressive
• Protective - Especially of the children of Bellbrooke.

Romt was always a step above his pack, both in talent and intelligence; Actually, he was quite a few steps above them in intelligence, but he didn't often tell them that. While most of his species preferred to look for shiny diamonds, rubies, and emeralds, Romt had a preference for obsidian. It sounded a bit boring, but there was a certain attractiveness to it that just won him over; And it made him look strange in front of his family as they judged his actions every step of the way.

The entirety of a Diamond Dog's life is usually the same. Dig in dirt and rock, find your preferred stone, hoard it. Eat, sleep, bathroom, repeat. It's a dull life, but one that most of the low-intelligence dogs wouldn't notice. But Romt noticed it; Oh, yes he did. It was grueling; So boring that he could bite his own fur off in frustration. He wanted more than just digging; He wanted to see what else was out there. And that's what his youth was; Exploring the unknown, and becoming a much more functional member of society than almost any Diamond Dog that came before him.

He was civil; Thoughtful, with some tact. He was generally quiet, and it made him a great listener; He was able to get along with ponies after the ice broke between him being a giant, terrifying beast and them being, well, tiny colorful ponies. He traveled; Finding places to learn about the world, new places to dig in search of interesting new stones, and much more. Over time he became quite a wise individual for a Diamond Dog; Something that even some scholars were impressed by.

When the connection with Earth began, Romt kept his ears to the ground to get any information he could. Some of the scholars he knew stayed up in Canterlot; So he occasionally grabbed a bit of news. Though, nothing truly critical had hit his ears up until THE RENDING had happened. Horrified by the thought of the transpired events, he managed to tag along with his scholar companions whom joined into the aiding effort; Ponies being kind of wary of having a huge beast at their sides, but also finding themselves comforted because that huge beast was fighting for them.

Romt was a wonderful addition to Equestria's forces: Nopony probably ever thought of how powerful Diamond Dogs were, but they witnessed it as Romt whacked and smashed his way through The Rended to secure positions and protect others. He was somewhat terrifying for the children to witness, but cool, as well.

Romt devoted ten years to aiding Earth, and at one point found himself residing in Bellbrooke without his old comrades; Some having died, others having ran away out of fear. He doesn't have a home, or at least, not a traditional one. He has his own dugout living space, which secondarily operates as a shelter in case of something going terribly wrong topside.

At times he's not home, though. Romt spends time roaming the outskirts of Bellbrooke; Digging in search of minerals of Earth for him to study, while also scavenging for technology to return to Bellbrooke for mass-research. He keeps a close eye in case of a Rended attack, and tends to just linger on occasion to talk with the others, or to see how the children are progressing.

He has a long life ahead of him, and as long as there are children to protect from the horrid dangers on Earth, he'll remain, loyally, until his final breath.


Gem Knowledge: Romt has a vast knowledge of gemstones, as most Diamond Dogs do. He has a firm belief that there are meanings behind many of them. He could go on for hours about it.

Equestrian Knowledge: Romt spent a long time studying Equestria before the last ten years happened; He's extremely fond of Equestria's history, and is quick to correct others when they state things incorrectly.

Digging: Romt has the ability to easily burrow through dirt and stone with his strength, allowing him to excavate areas underground and also dig out living or storage spaces if need be. He can also use it in combat to surprise opponents; Or yank them underground and trap them.

Savage Fighting: Romt is an absolute monster when it comes to fighting: He can easily pick up ponies and Rended, tossing them about or smashing them into the ground. He's also of capable of using heavy, blunt objects as weapons. He's fairly quick, too. So you better hope you can run fast if you're looking to get away from him once you start a fight.

Village Puppy: The younger children have always refer to him as a giant puppy. He has embraced this and occasionally just plops down, allowing the children to pet him. Truth be told, it's relaxing donwtime, and a bit heartwarming. He especially likes it when they scratch behind his ears.


Romt usually doesn't solve problems that don't involve punching things. That probably explains enough about this. He is smart enough to see the benefits in something if he finds it, though.


Satchel: Romt's trusty satchel. He keeps mostly everything in it.

Notepads & Pens: Romt occasionally writes things down that he finds nifty, or important. He has a hard time holding pens, but whatever, it works. Except when he accidentally snaps them in half.

Medical Supplies: Romt has a small collection of medical supplies in his satchel, just in case. Only basic things, though: Like Bandaging, disinfectant, and things for wound-cleaning.

Water Flask: Diamond Dogs get thirsty, too. ... What, didn't know that?

Sledgehammer: When a stick just doesn't cut it, use a hammer instead. Romt's strength makes wielding it a breeze, and therefor makes him extremely dangerous with it. He could probably just dig through whatever he'd smash open with it, but it sure hurts when it connects with the Rended. Celestia help you if you're a pony or human getting whacked with this thing...