LNS' characters.

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Name: Roux {Pronounced: Rue}

Age: 23

Type: Earthling (from the first generation)

Gender: Male

Body Color: Light, somewhat soft, brown

Eye Color: Dark brown

Hair Color: Dark brown, to the point of almost being black, with streaks of white

Symbol: A pair of white chocolate kisses, one almost on top of the other. (As in a Hershey Kiss)

Power(s): Expert swordsman, very basic healing powers, ability to tame any wild animal, and the power to tempt any creature’s sweet tooth.

Temperament: Even tempered, flirty, sweet natured, adventurous, and out going.

History: Born a gypsy, and will most likely die a gypsy. Has never lived in one place for very long. Constantly on the go. Doesn’t believe in over staying his welcome. His parents both passed away some years ago due to some illness he never was able to identify.

Extras: Irish accent, but does not claim to be Irish. Has two silver hoop earrings in his right ear. Lives on his boat, and goes wherever the water takes him. Presently he has decided to dock in Ponyville. He is quite fond of hot chocolate, and enjoys making delightfully sinful chocolate treats. Hopes to open a small chocolate shop, if he is able to find a small store for rent. If he is able to find a small shop for rent he may settle down for the first time in his life. Than again his wandering spirit may pull him in another direction. For he goes wherever the wind blows him.

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Name: Applejack

Age: 17

Type: Earthling (G3)

Gender: Female

Body Color: Pearly Red

Eye Color: Green and Yellow

Hair Color: Green and Yellow

Symbol: An apple on a checkered napkin.

Power(s): None, that she’s aware of.

Temperament: Caring, patient, energetic, a little clumsy, adores animals, stutters when she gets either really nervous or very excited about something, happy-go-lucky, gets along with basically everyone, only shy when she’s caught off guard, perky, and upbeat.

History: Born, raised, and lived her whole life (thus far) in Ponyville. Took ballet lessons when she was little, and still adores it now. Enjoys picnics, and quite frequently will invite anyone and everyone to attend. Spends a lot of time outdoors, mostly at the park and by Rainbow River. Loves going to the theater. Would love to try out but is scared to death of messing up lines, or worse forgetting them.

Birthplace (or place of the majority of residence): Ponyville

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Name: Jol (Pronounced just like Jolly but without the y on the end.)

Age: 24

Type: TE Unicorn (from the first generation)

Gender: Male

Body Color: Pale, pale orange

Eye Color: Dark orange

Hair Color: Bright orange, emerald green, bright yellow, and black (striped)

Symbol: Dark orange pumpkin with a carved black smiling face

Power(s): Ability to wink, can manipulate others thoughts, can change the appearance of others (ponies or inanimate objects), expert at throwing daggers

Temperament: quiet, keeps to himself, secretive, indifferent to just about everything, cold, unforgiving, driven, determined

History: Lived on the outskirts of Haven’s Valley, with his mother Mimic, up until a little over a year ago. He was never told who his father was; only that it would be better if he were nothing like him. Jol spent many years shrugging off the comments said about him and his mother. Most of which had come from those who lived within the valley. One in particular, Spook, enjoyed nothing more than to torment him in any way that he could. Jol appeared to others unbothered by it, but underneath his blood boiled. Not long after a particularly nasty comment was made about Mimic, Spook was found just outside the village dead. No one could tell from what, as there wasn’t a mark on him. They all instantly blamed Jol. Not wishing his mother any harm, he left. Those in the village have taken to claiming that Jol isn’t a stallion but a demon in disguise come to murder them all one by one, just as they had thought his father had. Only Mimic knew the truth. Unable to bear her only child’s departure she died of a broken heart, taking the truth with her to her grave. Jol has sworn never to forgive anyone in or from that village for what they had done not just to him but his mother all those years. Given the opportunity he has vowed to make good on that demon claim of theirs.

Extra: Only just stepped into Ponyville, and is uncertain if he will remain or leave. Wears a black leather choker about his neck with a silver parrot (his mother’s symbol) hanging from it. Although he will never admit to it, Jol is an accomplished pianist.

Birthplace (or place of the majority of residence): Haven's Valley

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Name: Enchanted Charm (answers to Charm)

Age: two weeks

Type: pegasus

Gender: female

Body Color: dark green

Eye Color: bright purple

Hair Color: white with streaks of light green

Symbol: a silver Luckenbooth (two intertwined hearts with a crown setting on top of them) [You can see a picture of one here. Just scroll down a bit. www.celtic-art.net/Symbols/Page52.htm] also has a small silver heart on her left cheek

Power(s): ability to fly, an unbelievable amount of luck

Temperament: sweet, loving, loyal, playful, sensitive, somewhat quiet, bit on the adventurous side, terrified of the forest and anything that looks at all like a wolf (all dogs included)

History: Shortly after Charm was born she and her mother left Dream Valley. After traveling for a week, Charm's mother came to a forest. While resting near a large pine tree a crazed wolf attacked the earthling. Unable to escape it the mare fought to keep her child alive. Unable to do anything but huddle against the trunk of the tree, Charm watched in horror. Though the earthling did manage to kill the wolf, she had received far too many injuries to her chest and legs to survive. With great difficulty she carried her foal to the nearest town, Ponyville. Upon saying her child's name, the mare collapsed dead. Alone and terrified, Charm was left to whoever would claim her.

Birthplace (or place of the majority of residence): born near Dream Valley

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Name: Harper

Age: 17

Type: G1 Pegasus

Gender: female

Body Color: white with dark brown that fades to white on her legs and muzzle

Hair Color: white with dark brown streaks

Eye Color: warm brown, like melted chocolate

Symbol: dark brown silhouette of a seal

Jewelry: silver band around her left front leg, a small dagger is hidden behind the band

Temperament: resourceful, loyal, quiet, in tune with nature, respectful, independent, kind, out going, adventurous, avid reader, even tempered, rarely upset by anything

Powers: flying (of course), tracking and hunting, fairly good at throwing a dagger, keen sense of smell

History: Born of an ancient Indian tribe, in a remote village (that no outsider has ever traveled to) in the Snowy Mountains, Harper was a surprise even to her parents. A child of the snow who lives for the sea. How a pair of snow ponies had had such an unusual child, no one in the village could say. As far back as they went in her family tree, there was not so much as a glimpse of a sea fairing pony in her roots. Yet there she was a snow pony who loved the sea more than her snowy home.

A people cut off from the rest of the world, they realized early on that to survive they would have to know more about those they shared this world with. So one brave soul made his way to the outside to learn from them. Learn he did for many years and than he returned to share his knowledge. A new language, one that all the world spoke, save for this small tribe. Learn it they did. Understand it completely, they did not. To continue their learning each year when a child turned fifteen they were allowed to live their homeland to explore on their own and to learn more about the others outside their village. All returned within one year’s time. That is the way it always had been, until Harper.

When her fifteenth birthday came, Harper could not leave fast enough. So many questions. So many things to see. She wanted to see it all, to do everything. With nothing but the band around her leg, the dagger hidden behind it and a small knapsack filled with enough food to sustain her for a week she set out.

Three days into her journey the smell of blood stung her nostrils. Something had died. What she could not tell. Taking the dagger out she walked cautiously along; ears swiveling back and forth ever listening in case whatever had killed was still about. Instead of a bear’s roar, she heard a soft whimper. Something was crying out for help. Her pace quickened. In the midst of a small clearing she found blood-stained snow. A wolf. A large female wolf. Head bent down Harper said a pray for the animal’s soul, wishing it a safe journey as it crossed into the next world. Eyes opening once again she pushed some clean snow over the lifeless body. Paw prints in the snow told the tale. A bear had stumbled upon a wolf with some fresh kill of its own. A struggle and than a fight. Instead of leaving the bear to have her supper, the wolf had attacked. But why? Than came the whimper again. Head spinning about she saw a pair of brown eyes just inside a hollow log. A child. Bending down Harper clicked her tongue and spoke in her people’s ancient dialect. Unmoving the wolf stayed where it was. Opening her knapsack Harper took a dried piece of fish from her bag. Placing it at the mouth of the tree, she backed up a few steps to show she meant no harm. If she had blinked just than she would have missed seeing the fish disappear down the snowy throat. Licking lips the wolf came out as Harper placed another piece of fish in front of her and than backed up a couple more steps. The wolf’s white coat glistened in the sunlight. This piece too quickly disappeared. Holding another piece in her hand, Harper spoke comfortingly to the child. Hesitantly the wolf ventured closer. Eyes watching the girl as she took one tentative step after another. Muzzle reaching out she quickly grabbed the fish and devoured it. For two days Harper remained with the pup, feeding her and keeping up a constant stream of chatter. On the third day she rose, placed a fish on the ground for the wolf and began to make her way from the clearing. Watching as she turned to leave the wolf picked up the fish and quickly lopped after her whimpering as she went. Stopping Harper smiled, she had a friend for this journey of hers.

Like the pirates she enjoyed reading about so much, Harper took to ‘looting’ to get by. Or rather what she considered to be looting. Trash can raids and garbage dump pickings had become almost second nature to her. Books with broken spines or water damage, blankets with small tears in them, fuzzy rugs that had chew marks or stains. It amazed her how much the well to do ponies threw out. Collecting what she could, she would take her ‘treasures’ back to her home. Be it under the stairs or in a cave. Unable to take everything with her that she wanted, she would pick and choose, leaving a few ‘treasures’ behind in some less fortunate pony’s yard.

Washing in rivers and streams, eating what she could find or hunt, she continued to explore this great world that her people refused to join. A year quickly passed and soon another. But still she did not return. There was far too much to see, even more to learn and she wasn’t willing to stop when she had barely begun.

Harper’s greatest dream is to one day have a ship of her own so she too can sail the waters and be a fearsome pirate. Though her wolf may not be a parrot or a monkey, she has a feeling that Snow will make just as good a mascot as any, if not even better.

Birthplace: Mammoth Cave (a very small, very remote village in the Snowy Mountains)

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Name: Locke

Age: 19

Type: G3 Clydesdale (just means he’s a little stockier built, taller more broad shouldered, than the average stallion and he has foot fur)

Gender: male

Body Color: dark purple (so dark that at night he appears black)

Hair Color: lilac that changes to white about half way down (his hair is straight but does flip up towards the very bottom)

Eye Color: two toned purple (medium and lilac) with a white heart in each eye

Symbol: two silver rings locked together, the one hangs down lower than the other

Hoof Cutie Mark: a white heart on his right front hoof

Temperament: Sweet talker, charming, laid-back for the most part. Even tempered, affectionate. Manipulative, determined to get what he wants. Secretive about certain aspects of his life. Not quiet, but not exactly a motor mouth either.

Powers: Silver tongue, which can cause even the most strong willed to cave into his suggestions.

History: A handsome stallion, Locke has easily caught the eye of more than a handful of mares. Yet he hasn’t settled. Claiming that he hasn’t found that ‘one’. He continues to search everywhere for that one, that perfect mare. Who knows maybe he’ll find her here.

A wander, he goes where he pleases and does as he likes. Caring not if it upsets others. Shrugging it off, he leaves soon after never bothering to wait for the eruption that is bound to come after his deeds are completed. He isn’t stupid by any means, he knows sooner or later things will catch up with him and when they do he’ll be lucky to be left breathing.

Having traveled most everywhere he has picked up little catch phrases and sayings from various locations. He enjoys mixing them together. More often than not he prefers to take on a British accent and adores calling girls ‘love’; he’s just having a lark really. All fun and games … at least to him. No telling if his girl of choice finds it nearly as thrilling though.

Birthplace: New Ruby