Post by typewryter on Jul 22, 2011 20:17:21 GMT -5
Well, I was born in Canterlot, but unfortunate events left me an orphan.
I was raised by my only living relative, a master calligrapher named Haiku, my grandfather in neighpon. My whole life was devoted to writing, every day every hour I would practice my calligraphy. The slightest mistakes in my penmanship were punished with the withdrawal of meals or the removal of blankets from my bed. Over time I learned to write with skills that rivaled his own, I learned to compose lines of poetry and prose with only a moment's thought. One day, he took me into the city, and when we returned, I asked him what the marks on everypony's flanks were, and he told me only "You will recieve your mark when you are worthy" One night, as I slept I had the most amazing dream... A dream I could only vaguely recall, but when I awoke I immediately began to write, I skipped breakfast,and ignored Haiku, which should have earned me a beating, yet he stayed his hoof. I wrote for three days, never stopping for anything. He actually helped me, he would replace empty ink wells and broken quills. When I finished the last word, my Cutie mark appeared... And...
*Typewryter begins shaking. He struggeles to hold back tears* That was when I lost the only home I had ever known...
He only told me "You are ready" And threw me out into the streets.
That was three years ago.
A year after that I found myself taking refuge In a dragon's cave, where I saw this bird locked in a gilded cage...
I freed her and she fled...
Unfortunately, when the dragin returned, he was not happy. I should have died, but the Raven returned and distracted the dragon while I escaped. two days later, she found me.
I named her Munin, which means memory.
She remembered me.
And I will never forget.
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Most of my spells revolve around reading, writing and translating.
I can move things, and am stronger than most unicorns with my levitation, but nowhere near twilight sparkle. I could lift a cartfull of apples, but not an ursa minor. I can teleport, but only once every few hours, not repeatedly like Twilight, and only about three feet, and only if I can see where I'm going. Aside from that, I can create light, as a steady beam, a concentrated ray for piercing fog, or a blinding flash. I also have the ability to create a Sonic Burst that can deafen nearby creatures temporarily, and stun them from the pain. If somepony is close enough, it can knock them to the ground or even knock them out. I combine this with the flash of light for a quick escape. I am almost impossible to anger.
My weaknesses:
I am claustrophobic. Tight spaces reduce me to a screaming panic.
I love Butterscotch and Mojitos, and will do nearly anything for either.
Books. If a rare text is the reward, there is nothing I won't do.
Friends: I will do anything for a friend.
Women and Children: Children are, in my opinion, the epitome of innocence. I will gladly lay down my life to protect a child from harm. Seeing a woman or child harmed drives me to a berserk rage. It is chilling to those who know me as calm and formal.
Chivalry: I never turn down a challenge, and I never turn my back to anypony that needs help. I am always willing to forgive.
Madness: Years of loneliness have driven me slightly insane. I talk to my bird, and understand her. I have episodes where I am incapable of rational logic. But I am generally harmless.
I was raised by my only living relative, a master calligrapher named Haiku, my grandfather in neighpon. My whole life was devoted to writing, every day every hour I would practice my calligraphy. The slightest mistakes in my penmanship were punished with the withdrawal of meals or the removal of blankets from my bed. Over time I learned to write with skills that rivaled his own, I learned to compose lines of poetry and prose with only a moment's thought. One day, he took me into the city, and when we returned, I asked him what the marks on everypony's flanks were, and he told me only "You will recieve your mark when you are worthy" One night, as I slept I had the most amazing dream... A dream I could only vaguely recall, but when I awoke I immediately began to write, I skipped breakfast,and ignored Haiku, which should have earned me a beating, yet he stayed his hoof. I wrote for three days, never stopping for anything. He actually helped me, he would replace empty ink wells and broken quills. When I finished the last word, my Cutie mark appeared... And...
*Typewryter begins shaking. He struggeles to hold back tears* That was when I lost the only home I had ever known...
He only told me "You are ready" And threw me out into the streets.
That was three years ago.
A year after that I found myself taking refuge In a dragon's cave, where I saw this bird locked in a gilded cage...
I freed her and she fled...
Unfortunately, when the dragin returned, he was not happy. I should have died, but the Raven returned and distracted the dragon while I escaped. two days later, she found me.
I named her Munin, which means memory.
She remembered me.
And I will never forget.
____________-
Most of my spells revolve around reading, writing and translating.
I can move things, and am stronger than most unicorns with my levitation, but nowhere near twilight sparkle. I could lift a cartfull of apples, but not an ursa minor. I can teleport, but only once every few hours, not repeatedly like Twilight, and only about three feet, and only if I can see where I'm going. Aside from that, I can create light, as a steady beam, a concentrated ray for piercing fog, or a blinding flash. I also have the ability to create a Sonic Burst that can deafen nearby creatures temporarily, and stun them from the pain. If somepony is close enough, it can knock them to the ground or even knock them out. I combine this with the flash of light for a quick escape. I am almost impossible to anger.
My weaknesses:
I am claustrophobic. Tight spaces reduce me to a screaming panic.
I love Butterscotch and Mojitos, and will do nearly anything for either.
Books. If a rare text is the reward, there is nothing I won't do.
Friends: I will do anything for a friend.
Women and Children: Children are, in my opinion, the epitome of innocence. I will gladly lay down my life to protect a child from harm. Seeing a woman or child harmed drives me to a berserk rage. It is chilling to those who know me as calm and formal.
Chivalry: I never turn down a challenge, and I never turn my back to anypony that needs help. I am always willing to forgive.
Madness: Years of loneliness have driven me slightly insane. I talk to my bird, and understand her. I have episodes where I am incapable of rational logic. But I am generally harmless.
