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Equestria Divided - The War for Harmony

((sorry it took so long, for the life of me I could not come up with colour scheme that fitted this guy. Also, i hope the unicorn/earth pony siblings are okay.))

Name: Fire Bloom

Appearance

Race: Unicorn/Failed Everfree Wraith

Faction: Everfree Forest

Skills: Back as unicorn, Fire Bloom's specialty was conjuring and controlling fireworks of all shapes and kinds and colours. The change into Wraith, despite being interrupted, took that away, along with all the rest of his unicorn's magic.

In return, he's faster, stronger, and more agile. Never a great fighter before, now he can defeat enemies going by instinct alone. Horns and teeth, while not fully developed, are still formidable weapons. If he lets his Wraith side take over, he can sense the smell of blood in the air, feel no fear and keep on fighting despite overwhelming wounds - although he does his best to keep it under wraps at all times; no one knows after which time the influence of the Forest will take over for good.

History: Born in a small village, Fire Bloom and his family were forced to move to Canterlot when he was still young. His older sister - an Earth Pony, after their father - was a reason they had to live in the slums, but they managed to get by. Still, the conditions were poor at best, and soon their Unicorn mother fell ill and died. Fearing the repercussions, the remaining trio fled the city, and began living between refugee camps.

They ended up in one of the camps not far from the Everfree Forest. One night, an House's Earthborn forces arrived, driven by a information of nest of spies, and began searching tent after tent, only to be engaged and driven off by one of the House Everfree skirmishes passing near by. Before morning, most of the survivors joined their ranks, seeking vengeance for death of their families, with Fire Bloom's sister ad father among them - or at least that's what the zebra leading the skirmish had said.

Driven by hate (never being the smartest pony around), Fire Bloom agreed to join the Everfree's military ranks. After training it turned out he had not much to offer physically, so he volunteered to become the Wraith. Even the last part of the ritual - eating still beating heart of the captured scout - was acceptable. Until that scout, waiting in cage for her turn - said that Fire Bloom's sister was alive and well, serving in the House Earthborn and training to become a Juggernaut. Apparently, after skirmish retreated the Earthborn forces found a remains of a bloody feast, and had told everyone they took under protection at the beginning of the fight that their close ones were eaten alive by the Everfree soldiers.

Shocked and betrayed, Fire Bloom fled the ritual side, and then the forest. The only time he tried to reach his sister the patrol guards almost killed him, and only by jumping into river fdid me manage to get away.

Other: His sister (nameless for now, will come up with something) is up for GM's disposal.

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Equestria Divided - The War for Harmony

I was thinking wooden horns, a bit of small branches with leaves or scales, maybe pupils contracting to slits in strong sunlight. Then there would be psychological effects - failing or lack of restraint in combat, generally short temper, and being somewhat under Forests/Fluttershy's influence (AKA control button under GM's finger). No regeneration or supernatural screech or anything like that, unless given later.

It could be something that progresses - so the character start out in better condition, and it gets worse - both outside and inside - as the story moves onwards. Sort of undisclosed time limit.
As for more side effects - I'm open to suggestions ;)

Equestria Divided - The War for Harmony

Question for anyone who knows the setting better: would it be possible to play a 'Everfree-Wraith-In-Progress'? I assume the turning into wraith takes a longer while, with growing all the extra parts, and I was wondering would it be possible to have character chicken out halfway (due to some unexpected part of the process, for example) and run away.

Full-on wraiths don't seem like playable characters, but I was considering a pony halfway there, struggling with Forest's influence, who seen too much and decided it's time to put an end to the madness.

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Equestria Divided - The War for Harmony

I loved the Equestria Divided setting since I've first seen it on dA. Definitely interested.

Nightmares

*I'm here! I CAN HEAR YOU!*

Oh god, it was true, she really did hear someone! And then, before she had time to reply...

*My name is Jack! Are you...Are you trapped here also?!*

"I... I think so!" she called back, hating even the thought of losing this thin thread connecting her with another person, someone normal... or at least she hoped so. "I mean, I have no idea where here is, I've tried finding an exit but it's just darkness and walls and monsters..." Margaret clamped her teeth shut just as her voice began to waiver, because the memory of the lumbering hulk of a hunter in connection with word 'trapped' made the bile of fear rise in her throat. She swallowed few times, trying to force the thought away and focus on Jack's voice instead.

It sounded strange, as if from the bottom of a barrel, or a distant end of a long pipe, and seemed to origin from some place to her right. But no matter how far she'd reached with her hand, the girl's hand found nothing but the still air. To check any father, she would have to tear the other palm away from the wall... Gulping, she pressed left shoulder reassuringly into hard stone, and slid down to the floor. Wall meant direction, some sort of compass in the enveloping them darkness. A semblance of safety in this world of madness. She wanted to help Jack, she did, but...

*Hello? Are you still there? Please...please still be there. I won't hurt you, I-...my name is Jack, Jack Simon!*

Margaret's head shot up. This time the voice sounded normal, even if not very close. She shot back up and began walking, slowly, in its direction, one hand on the wall, other stretched in front.

"Yes, I am! And I'm Margaret!" she called back, for the first time noticing how every sound, even their quiet steps, echoed around the place. "I think..." she paused, biting her lip and trying to figure out where exactly Jack was. "You must be somewhere close."

Nightmares

(direct continuation, merging as instructed)
"What will it be?"

"Oh god, I don't know!" she sobbe,c trying to get up even though her legs could barely support her weight. With a defeated, broken moan she fell back into sticky tag, covering face with her hands. Anything, anything you want..."

"Anything? So how about I take everything!"

"What?" Margaret managed to raise her head fast enough to see a thin, almost skeletal hand shoot from the surrounding darkness and touch her forehead. She inhaled sharply, instinctively preparing for a pain... that never came. Just a small sting of sharp finger point breaking the skin.

"See? Wasn't that bad, was it?" the mechanical voice asked with obvious mirth, but girl could not feel any change. Nothing seemed different from moment ago. She was still alone, trapped, and whatever was coming after was was getting really close. She could almost see its lumbering mass now. And if she could see it, it meant...

"You lied... " she whispered, and then repeated louder, "You lied, you fucking..." she didn't finish, instead focusing on getting up again. ONly now it was getting to her that there was no escape, no help; whatever the thing with thin, pale hand was it would not do anything. White buzz replaced all logical thought, and, pushed forward by the animalistic fear, Margaret managed to get back on her feet and, with one shoulder pushed into soft, yielding wall for support. And then the hand appeared again, but this time the thin, long fingers wrapped around her neck, not cutting off the air but holding surprisingly fast.

"Not so fast." Sardhed's voice, while still amused, now grew cold and distant. "I gave you a gift. You're not getting away without properly appreciating it first."

Margaret had no time to argue about it, or even try to break free, because the same instant their pursuer finally caught up. It was huge, lumbering mass, barely visible. It's flesh writhed and pulsed, each part in different, uncoordinated rhythm. Even its movements, as much as one could decipher them, seemed jagged and random. Margaret cold feel the moment their eyes met - assuming the thing even had eyes - before it looked away, somewhere ahead, began moving again. Moment later, it was gone, the whole area quiet and still again.

"What.. happened?" she whispered, as if breaking the silence would bring the monster back. She didn't even notice the hand slipping away back into the shadows.

"That was my gift. Pretty useful, isn't it? You will thank me later. For now, have fun with it. I'll be back. Probably." And then its presence, obvious until then, vanished, leaving Margaret alone in the dark corridor, with ten times more questions than answers.

It didn't take long before she rested enough to be able to get up and walk again, and this time for some reason, she immediately found a corridor that felt different. The walls thickened and stilled, became more stone like. Mysterious fluid drained to occasional poodles on the floor, and even smell seemed to thin out. It was still dark, though, only now hitting her head against the surprise ceiling or scraping her knee against a wall in the darkness actually hurt.There also didn't seem to be any trace of anyone else.

That was, until someone screamed, from not far away. It didn't sound like fear, or anger; rather pain - a horrible, overwhelming pain. Someone was hurt, and badly. Without thinking, Margaret sped up trying to feel the way ahead in barest yellowish light,all to happy to forget about what had happened not long ago.

"Hello?!" she called, hoping that, whoever screamed would still be conscious enough to reply. Without that, she had no hope of finding them in this twilight. "Can you hear me?! Please, say something!

Nightmares

The first, rather random thought Margaret had was 'oh great, someone again left the rotting rabbit in the cutlery cupboard'. The second was 'oh great, our flat got flooded again', because, as she came to, she could very distinctly feel water around her naked ankles. It would not be the first time. Only then, other things began to register. Like, the fact that, for some strange reason, she was standing in cool, sticky liquid. She blinked few times, trying to make anything out in the dark, but only vague shapes were visible. There was some kind of light, a yellow-green unnaturally tinted with red, but it seemed to have n source.

Confused and liking the situation less and less by the seconds, Margaret turned around, making the mistake of disturbing the not-water she stood in. Immediately, a heavy, suffocating stench rose into the air, clogging girl's nose and throat with vile, oily taste. She stumbled forward, gripping blindly for the way, while her stomach convulsed. The smell was getting ten times worse with every step, and soon whatever illumination the eerie greenish light provided was blurred by the tears that pushed themselves to her eyes. Finally, her hand met the wall. And the wall, cold and slick, shuddered under her fingers.

SHe didn't realise she was screaming and running until she lost her balance, and fell face first into the stinking liquid covering the floor. It tasted even worse than it smelled, and between the coughing, spitting and frantic scrubbing her face, Margaret did everything she could not to think about where it could come from, and trying to hold back tears at the same time. She wanted to go home

"You must be new around here..." a scratchin voice said suddenly right next to her ear, each consonants unnaturally mechanical. The girl scrambled away, another scream getting lost somewhere between sharp inhale and small hiccup, but the area around her was empty, as much as she could tell in the overwhelming shade.

"Who is there?!" MArgaret squeaked, not caring how she sounded. She tried looking around for the owner of the voice, but without result.

"Well, soon it will be again only me if you don't keep it down." the voice sounded somewhere between amused and irritated. "You really are not the sharpest tool, are you."

"SHUT UP!" she screamed properly this time, covering her ears and squeezing her eyes shut, but even despite that she heard a distinct sounds of someone walking through the liquid, splashing it loudly without much care. Clearly coming this way, too

"Now you've done it, I hope you're proud of yourself." voice scoffed, and Margaret could almost see it turning its head away with a huff. She scrambled to her feet, no longer caring for the smell, and began running. Somehow, she could tell the voice was still following her, even if it was silent for the moment.

She run for too long to remember, bumping into walls, falling over and getting up again. While passive at first, after some time the voice began giving small hints - left now, centre at the nearest crossroads, duck or leave your head on lowered ceiling. It didn't seem to care, exactly, but Margaret was not going to say a word to any help she could get in this horrible place.

Still, no matter how long she run, and how well she followed the voice's directions, whatever was after her seemed to get closer with every moment. Finally, completely out of strength, she fell against a wall, breathing heavily. She could tell the voice was hovering near by. The walls were now trembling with each step of the incoming assailant.

"I guess that's it, then." the voice sighed, clearly disappointed. "Damn pity, it was most fun I had in ages. This place is bound to get boring again..."

"Wait" the girl managed to cough out, fighting to get her breathing under control. "If you know this place so well, can you help me get out? You have to know some way!"

The voice hmmed, as if considering. "Well, there is a certain way, but I'm not sure. It would take a lot out of me..."

Margaret's head shot up, in direction the hesitant words were coming from. "Oh god, can you really help me? Please, just take me away from here, and I'll do anything you want."

"Oh, I don't know, I mean, I would be the one doing all the work. No payment, no compensation... I would need something in return, to make it up for the effort." If she was in better state, or even really listened to the voice, Margaret could perhaps tell that it filled with tension at the last words. Like something great depended on the next answer, even if the words themselves contradicted it.

"Anything! Anything you want, just take me away from here and from that thing!"

"Then we have a deal!" The voice announced with unholy glee. "My name is Sardhed, and my price is something I can't find here. Something meaningful. Something big. What will it be?"

Nightmares

Shiinen said
I try to save people. BUT I CAN'T TELL THE TRUTH.

I can see how this set up will make some trouble at the beginning.

Eika: "X, go left! There's something big coming from the right!"
*X goes left and gets smashed to bits by something coming from the left*