Character sheet from Lance

IRON WILL

View a character sheet Scinti11

Name :: Scintillance

Alignment :: Does not like Griffins

Profession :: Conjurer/Poet/Assistant at tje Magic Eye store

Age :: 25

Gender :: Male

Species :: Unicorn

Personalilty :: My name is Scintillance, pleasure to meet you all… I think… I suppose my more blatant feature is my… use of words; few ponies understand the beauty and complexity of the language; I prefer to exploit its wonders whenever and however I speak! But then, that may have outcasted me among others near my age group, hence my… social inexperience… My concept of friendship has deterred over the years, but know this: I’d put others before me and myself before them. Ah, lovely riddle there… what I mean is, when some pony needs help, indeed, I will go out of my way and assist them… and should they need protection, well, I’d live with a guilty conscience should I not place myself between them and whatever threat may come to them. Nopony must suffer alone. Not while I can help it. I suppose... I've missed having friends for so long, that I'd do anything for the few I have, now...

History :: My father was a royal guard, and my mother had been among the few ponies to agree to work at the palace during Luna’s nocturnal shift of the work-days. Though my father had wanted me to be a guard like him, Celestia found me first, and had accepted me into her School of magic, however I have not been granted the honor as her personal student, like that famous “element of magic” everypony’s been talking about… Sparkle, was it? But that was… so long ago… Both my parents were murdered in the royal palace when the Griffins struck… I didn't even know… I was just at home, asleep, while they both did their night shifts, and neither of them came back… I was spoiled, and when my parents weren't there at sunrise to greet me, I just didn't know what to do… I was lost within the walls of my own home… pathetic. There were orphans out there that suffered much worse trials than I did, forced to steal and scavenge whatever they could get their hands on, and I spent seven years living off the luxury my parents left for me, truly believing that my world has come to an end. At least that only lasted seven years. Humph. “Only.” I eventually realized that I needed to take my life into my own hooves. I realized that I've still been relying on my parents seven years after their deaths. I realized that I needed to wake up: there is a war and Equestria was in danger. My parents money continued to last for the past four years, but instead of lying around in my home, wasting the days away, I began to explore what became of my Canterlot home… oh, how I've missed so much… there was a war out there… and I barely knew it. I spent my days training in my father’s old gym… numerous equipment was there for me to try out, but there was one that caught my eye… believe it or not, I enjoyed making use of what I thought was a pole arm… but really, it was just a northern zebrican fan, with its feathers plucked out. I didn't care, its ends were sharp enough to leave real damage, and the way they “hooked” allowed me to grapple objects from a distance. The day I discovered my cutie mark… my word, I took my sweet time, didn't I? It started with me messing around with said “zebrican fan…” imagine my surprise when I realized it was not in fact the one from my fathers gym, but an imaginary one… no… I created it, it’s entire design imprinted into my mind… I could telepathically recreate the object, and bend the light around it to make it appear like one. I continued to experiment with this new found skill of mine, and before I knew it, a flash of light appeared on both sides of my flank, but I never noticed… no… I was fully focused on every conjuration I created—to the point that my body would tip over, the point I wasn't breathing, the point I wasn't thinking… I suddenly found myself waking up from the floor of the gym… I didn't recall sleeping. I realized then, that this magic was incredibly mentally challenging, as it would require all of my attention, all of my focus to bring the mechanism and form of my constructs to life… all of it… But I've improved, since then. My skill in magic was left to slumber for years after the war began, and I've only started to reawaken it four years ago. I've only discovered my talent two years ago. And I believe I’m more than capable enough, by now, to trot back into equestrian society. Maybe I can do something about the griffins. Maybe I can at least find the ones that killed my parents. Doubtful. But at least I can do something about those griffins. ... The rumors all say the same; a rebellion is forming in Manehattan. I suppose there's no better place to start my new life than there.