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A few days after the meteor shower, the mysterious shards have been gathered up by the guards, rebels, and another mysterious faction. However, what to do with them next remains a mystery, as all known texts on their purpose are hopelessly vague. If such a text exists, we don't know where to find it.

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Six years ago, an unimaginable horror known as Tirek came to Equestria. His power was nigh impossible, requiring the Elements, the Lovers and the Alicorns all to pour their very souls into holding him. In their absence, Prince Blueblood took the crown. But, Blueblood's reign is simply a mask for the Guard's dictatorship, while rebels cling to the idea of a free republic and strange cults tout the value of freedom from any governance. With all this, why would anypony spare a thought for the comet that filled the night sky for weeks before falling?

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Jan 9 2013, 02:46 AM

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Unlike the flamboyant coats found among ponyfolk, this Unikirin’s coat is by far the least interesting to gaze upon but certainly no less exceptional. She is dark colored, the main color being a shade of green so dark that it appears black with only the faintest hints of it’s true color visible. An interesting decal – most would not believe it natural – travels from her throat all the way to her flanks and it is a brighter green. Mixed among the fur are scales, some of which laying underneath the fur itself and providing an extra layer of protection to her physically weaker body.


Nightshade’s mane is multi-colored and layered with curls that she goes to great lengths to maintain. The hues fading range from green to a surprising turquoise color in some strands where others are a stark beige or even dark brown with a gradient to black. She tends to maintain a certain length but over the years she has not cut a small portion of it. This segment of hair she has braided hangs all the way to her hooves and is only a few inches from brushing the floor.


< whip-like reptilian tail that is moderately prehensile>


<gradient of blue, yellow and green with slit pupils>

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<a purple flower with four yellow spots on the innermost petals>


<has a braid that is nearly as tall as she, on left side>

Psychological Evaluation

Nightshade has a great many likes, many of which others would think perverse or simply evil due to the nature of them. With her talent orbiting around the path of natural sciences, the only means she has to test her theories are upon living patients. Many of her remedial mixtures are tested on animals, magical beasts that will not be missed or the occasional pony if she has been able to trick them into it. She enjoys brewing her potions, basking in praise and having her way. Her favorite time of day is dusk and spending time in forests or places with abundant plant life is preferred to living in large communities. However she is hard pressed to resist caramel chews and salt water taffy is a lure like no other for her.


While liking many things Nightshade has an even greater list of things to dislike. Narrow-minded ponies being one of her many disdains are closely followed by a general dislike for ponyfolk as a collective group. Order and law are equally undesired and she abhors ‘goody-two shoes’ and self-righteous braggarts who cannot appreciate innovative thinking. She hates not being acknowledged or when her plans fall through, when pawns are snatched away or discovered.


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Being stripped of her magic

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Some cannot recall their childhoods. Fogged by time and the forgetfulness that comes with youth, but Nightshade remembers. In fact, she remembers every day, of every year, since the moment she was born and could see the world through her own eyes. Except, she has gotten the distinct impression that the eyes beholding that world were not her own and that someone has possibly tampered with her mind at some point.

The adults, who were supposedly her birth parents, while she can feel their love and joy at her presence, do not hold the same emotional attachment in her heart. The friends she had made as a young foal, fields and hideaways they used to explore, are cold in their graces and nothing more than ruins respectively. Acquaintances and associates whom held her in such high regard are now legends whose resemblance is now only shared in their descendants.

Nightshade remembers these things in startling clarity. Playing in the Everfree Forest, galloping through the newly constructed towns in the west, meeting ponies, befriending them, enjoying their company in a way she cannot do now. But it all feels off. Her childhood feels happy but the memories only rouse phantom pangs of nostalgia and shallow affection. These memories do not feel as though they belong to her. The child that she sees in her mind’s eye, whose face she shares, is somehow unfamiliar.


Time has given her the opportunity to think, to scry and to divine the cause of her mental displacement. The dates fogged in her mind are from long ago, the individuals in her past hundreds of years old. But the Nightshade whom she sees in her memories is her, heralded a scholar for her science and formulas. She taught at the University of Canterlot, was a professor who introduced the sciences she had come to love so passionately. But in her thirst for knowledge and the pursuit f her talent; she crossed a boundary, one that caused the public to see her poorly.

An experiment, a desire to find a hidden truth in something that she cannot recall, had resulted in her taking the lives of others. It isn’t clear whether she went mad with power or was too engrossed in her findings to care for the wellbeing of her friends and colleagues but Nightshade took lives to see her science in action. She does not regret her decision, she reveled in it then and certainly appreciates it now but the members of society were not so welcome to her theories.

The Nightshade of so long ago was expelled, she was even jailed for her crimes but she escaped and fled. She continued her studies, even when it called for a live subject she chased knowledge before. But age was catching her and she was growing old and she feared the finality that would come with death. But instead of quaking in fear of it, she challenged death’s foothold and sought an elixir to give her immortality.

It is here that the lines of memory have become impossibly blurred. Inherently Nightshade knows that years must have been poured into finding such a preposterous potion but the simple fact that now, almost sixty years after that time, that she remains youthful and untouched, remains an ever-present reminder that something must have worked. She has notes that suggest she did in fact find a way to preserve her life, to restore her beauty and foil death itself, but the feeling that something is not quite right remains.

Nevertheless, she remains an interesting figure in the present. She does migrate every now and then and is no longer skulking in the dark like a bad memory. She actively moves among society and seeks to change the course of it.



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