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Princess Luna
By: Luna Date: February 10, 2014, 7:04 pm
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Name: Luna
Race: Alicorn
Gender: Mare
Age: *Muffled*
Special Talent: Control over the moon.
Strengths: One of the most powerful ponies alive, Luna has had
much longer than most ponies to practice and refine her magical
skills, though her sister is her superior in most magical
respects. She does have her own specialized skillset, though,
including dreamwalking and an extent of shapeshifting magic.
Weaknesses: Luna is a very emotional pony, and sometimes lets
this override her better judgement. Her self-control has gotten
her into trouble in the past, most particularly when she gave
into her inner darkness and became Nightmare Moon.
Being absent from Equestria and its culture for a thousand
years, she is also somewhat...out of touch with society in
general. This is most evident in her speech mannerisms, often
reverting to an older dialect with lots of thees, thous, and
whatnot. There are also customs she's not accustomed to and
some that she is that no longer hold sway.
Bio: Luna grew up looking up to her beloved sister Tia,
convinced that she wanted to be just like her. They were closer
than most ponies in part due to their much longer than normal
lifespans that meant they had just about only each other to be
lifelong friends while most others would leave them, two ageless
beings surrounded by ponies and other beings who would be kept
behind by the hands of time.
This changed when they overthrew Discord and gained the throne
of Equestria. There could only be one Sun Princess, and while
Luna gladly conceded the title to her beloved sister her
attitude changed over time as the citizens of the land failed to
appreciate her beautiful night as they did Celestia's day. She
had earned her place on the throne with her sister but received
none of the same adoration and praise that Celestia did. For
the first time in her life she felt jealousy, and a rift began
that grew over time until Luna one morning refused to lower the
moon to make way for the day, becoming Nightmare Moon.
Celestia, as much as it pained her to do so, was forced to
banish Luna to the moon for a thousand years using the Elements
of Harmony, where she waited, her heart set on vengeance, for
her time to have her eternal night. And though she did miss her
older sister, she was also blinded with rage.
After being reverted to her regular form by the same but
different Elements of Harmony Celestia had used to banish her,
she expected a terrible retribution from her older sister who
she'd wronged, but to her surprise was offered her former throne
and Celestia's continued love, the one thing she should have
realized she should have wanted all along. She gladly accepted
and resumed her joint rule with Celestia. Her reintroduction
into society has been...a bit rocky at points, but with her
sister's love and guidance she has been learning the strange new
ways of ponies of this day and age, earning her place among
them.
Extra Details:
Though their rule is a joint rule, it's quite clear who holds
the greatest authority. Luna tends to defer to her sister's
greater experience and better judgement on most matters.
Luna has a more hooves-on approach to ruling, wishing to be a
part of things rather than just sitting back and directing from
behind the scenes.
Currently working on an example post.
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Re: Princess Luna
By: Luna Date: February 12, 2014, 10:22 pm
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Example post part 1:
Sploosh!
Sapphire falls with a splash into the frigid water, tossed
overboard by the ponies who she'd thought were her friends. She
rises to the surface, gasping for breath and treading as best as
she could while their voices recede, laughter and taunts galore.
Still, she wouldn't give up hope. She wouldn't. She wou-
Something slaps at her legs under the water. She looks to see
an eel swimming by, coming by again for another pass. She kicks
at it but misses, it landing another stinging slap as it goes
by. She readies for it to come again, but it doesn't, instead
booking it in the opposite direction. Confused, she turns
around just in time for the lip of a large whirlpool to expand
and draw her in, spinning her around and around in its throes.
It's moving, too, towards a reef.
So this is how it would end. No glory, no fame. Not even a
friend. She looks to the sky, looking in vain at the stormy
clouds for the star that had guided her course before she'd left
her ship, hoping her friends would help her.
But they hadn't.
Since they had invited her to their ship, they had done nothing
to further her goals, merely used her for their own ends and
tossed her. She had no control anymore, no help. No hope. Her
breath short, she clutched her head and waited for the reef, her
tears mingling with the seawater on her face.
And then she's lifting up, out of the whirlpool and into the
air. Her eyes are pressed closed, waiting to see what new,
worse horror awaits her than to meet her end on the deadly
coral.
No horrors come, though. She's set down from the gentle hold on
her onto firm wood, and she looks down to it. Yes, it's there.
Breath short, she looks up to the center of the ship she's on,
up to the mast with torn sails. She beholds a tall, graceful
mare the color of midnight. On her black-dappled flank rides a
crescent moon that matches the regalia on her neck and head.
Her wings are spread against the wind, holding herself and
steering the ship like a mast, her horn glowing amid her mane
that spreads upward until it mingles with and becomes the night
sky, a clear beacon amid the churning storm clouds.
She just stares upwards in disbelief for a moment before the
mare looks down to her. "Quickly, Sapphire! Mend thy sail!
Thou wilt need it or thy ship shall sink!"
Sapphire blinks in confusion. Her ship? "What do you mean,
my..." she begins calling up to the figure before looking to the
door to the cabin. It's her cutie mark, two blue gems tied
together. This IS her ship. "Who are you? How do you know
my-" She's cut off as a wave washes over the deck, knocking her
from her hooves with a shriek. "Help me!" She barely has the
first sound out of her mouth before she's picked up in a gentle
light, like being wrapped in soft silk, and she's righted on the
deck again.
"Thy sail!" the midnight mare calls to her again, this time
severing the cloth from the mast and levitating it over to her.
It stops before her, then heads off to a nearby desk that
conveniently happens to be there. She follows it and sits at a
bench that wasn't there before, then grabs the cloth. One
problem.
"I have no needle and thread!" she calls to the figure on her
mast. "What should I-" Barely visible in front of her face is
an ebony needle, trailing from it a glowing thread. She follows
it back to its source. The moon. She's mend her sail with
moonlight.
"Quickly, young one! The storm grows!" She nods and takes the
needle and takes it to the cloth, heedless of the fact that
she's never sewn in her life. She mends the tears one by one
aided by the light of her thread and the flashes of lightning
around them.
In much shorter time than it should have taken, she's finished
mending the sail, the tears held together with silver thread.
"Done!" she calls up to the mysterious mare, running back with
it held in her teeth before tossing it up to the mast, where it
guides itself to its proper place, filling with wind immediately
and blowing them forward, away from the maw of the advancing
whirlpool. At first it looks like the sudden shift of the ship
tosses the alicorn from the mast, but she glides down
gracefully, coming to a stop in front of the now much calmer
Sapphire. "Thank you...thank you!" she says with a bow to her
rescuer.
Thou art welcome, Sapphire, but the danger is not over yet," the
figure responds with a stern look and a nod. "Thou art still
engulfed in storm, and thy vessel is still in peril. There is
yet more work to be done tonight if ye wish to reach safe
harbor."
"Yes, yes, of course. Right away!" Sapphire rushes to the prow
and looks forward. It's headed straight for a lighthouse.
Perfect. "We're on a collision course! We need to turn!" she
shouts to the regal mare standing next to her. "Quick, get us
turned!"
To her surprise, the midnight alicorn shakes her head. "I
cannot steer your ship. You must take the helm."
"What!? After the mess I made of it last time?"
"Yes. And you must do so quickly, before it becomes impossible
for you to correct your course in time."
Sapphire cowers, drawing her hooves over her face. "N-no! I
need help! I-I can't do it on my own! Why can't you steer for
me?"
"Because it is your choices that choose your course." The mare
reaches down and places her hoof on Sapphire's shoulder.
"Others can help or hinder your path, but it is you and you
alone who ultimately determines your destination. You saw what
happened when you gave the choice over to others."
She uncovers her eyes and peers up at her rescuer. "But what if
I need help again? Will I make it to where I want to go?"
"I cannot tell you that," the other responds, shaking her head.
"And you may run against the rocks, or reach a dead end, or get
tossed off course. I may not be able to save you again. But if
you do not steer yourself, you [i]will not reach your
destination."
Sapphire sniffs and considers the mare's words. "O-okay," she
says after a moment, then stands and rushes to the helm and
turns the wheel, angling the rudder to change course away from
the lighthouse and the rocks that it warned against. It barely
makes the turn, scraping its hull against some but still
remaining watertight.
The tall mare smiles at the other and nods. "I wish you well on
your journey, young one," she says, tensing her legs in
preparation to depart.
"Wait!" Sapphire calls. "What do I do from here? I can't see
my star anymore!"
"You continue until you can. Keep hope, and you will catch
sight of your goals again. For now, though..." She raises her
head to the sky and gives a flap of her wings. A moment later
the clouds split just enough that she can find her heading she'd
been seeking.
Tears of joy sting Sapphire's eyes, and she wipes them away.
"Thank you...tha-" But her benefactor has disappeared from the
deck, nowhere to be found in the sky either. She peers in vain
for her, but finds her not. "...Thank you..." she whispers,
then turns forward, a new determination in her eyes.[/i]
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Re: Princess Luna
By: Luna Date: February 12, 2014, 11:34 pm
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Example post part 2:
Luna's horn ceases glowing and her eyes open. She's in a
cushioned chair on a balcony overlooking the castle and the
city. It's quite chilly, but she wears no more protection
against the cold than her batpony guards flanking the door. One
of them steps forward when she returns from her dreamwalking,
bowing low respectfully. "Your highness, another fifteen
minutes before your nightly court opens, as you requested. You
have a short list of disputes to mediate tonight, and a long
list of missives from various nobles and officials around the
city, and a few from around Equestria."
"Yes, thank you, Varius. You may return to your post."
"Of course, your highness." He bows again, then backs to his
position on the other side of the door while Luna sighs. Yet
another night of listening to pointless squabbles, most of them
asked to be deferred until Luna's shift as some kind of maneuver
for favor. She never really did get the hang of the dance that
was politics, and frankly she couldn't see how Tia stood all the
insufferable self-important nobles and their silly games. Some
nights she wished she could just send them all to the dungeon
for a day or so to stew. But Tia wouldn't approve. As bearer
of a crown, she has a responsibility to her subjects to serve
them.
Speaking of that responsibility, the dream she's been watching
for hasn't begun yet. She's been carefully guiding a certain
pony's dreams to help him recover from a traumatic experience,
and it was at a crucial point. If she didn't come to help
tonight, there's no telling how much progress he could lose.
But he's not asleep yet, not yet ready for her assistance. It
worries her. Would he sleep in time? No. She would stay calm.
Her horn glows once more and she dives into the realm of dreams
again, this time finding a filly struggling to come to terms
with her father's drinking problem. It shouldn't take too
long...
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Twelve minutes later, she emerges from the dream of the filly.
That took longer than she expected. Most dreams' turning points
happened fairly quickly even amid the chaos of the subconscious,
but this one had repeated the dream twice after it had been
resolved without a real improvement made. She sighs wearily as
her horn's glow fades again, receiving the report that she has
three minutes until she's scheduled to open court. "Right.
Very well...Wouldst one of thee get me a drink before we begin?
We feel a trifle parched..."
"Of course, your highness," Varius says with a bow before
heading off into the recesses of the castle while Luna stands
and begins heading back to the door, giving one more sweep for
the dream.
There. The colt is in the throes of his nightmares, at a
turning point. Blast. Why couldn't he have fallen asleep
earlier? Now she'd...she couldn't. In fact, he's close. Quite
close. Usually the dreams give her only the vaguest sense of
the dreamers' location, but it was quite clear this time.
Closer than usual. What is he doing so close to the castle?
She walks to the edge of the balcony and spreads her wings.
"Wait, highness!" calls Varius's partner from behind her, still
bowing in deference. "Your court is scheduled in two minutes.
What should we say?"
Well, at least it was a question of what to say rather than an
admonishment not to leave. "Tell them-" that they can bite my
flank, she bites back. "...that their princess will be joining
them shortly and she apologizes for the necessary delay." Yes,
quite diplomatic, she thinks. Should tide those hoity-toity
nobles over for a few minutes. But right now, there's a colt
outside of his home that needs support and returning. She takes
off from the balcony. One of her subjects needs her.
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Re: Princess Luna
By: Sepheris Date: February 13, 2014, 9:46 am
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After a long and arduous discussion. And a lot of bribery...
*cough*
[size=16pt][color=green][b]APPROVED
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