Name: Snowdrop, but she prefers people don't call her by her name, thinking it much too personal.
Gender: Female
Age: Young Adult
Species: Unicorn
Pelt Color: A Pale Slate Blue
Mane/Tail Color & Style: Her mane and tail are both a bright silver, her mane long and straight, her tail as well but her tail curls at the last moment, as if saving itself from dragging in the dirt.
Eye Color: Light silver, she was born blind and her pupils remain so small that you really can't see them.
Cutie Mark: A shroud of fog. In certain light some ponies swear they've seen it move.
Residence: Her house, which doubles as an observatory, is in the heart of Ponyville, but she often travels to Canterlot for business.
Occupation: Fortune Teller
Talents, Skills: Besides her magical aptitude she can sing. When she was a child her caretaker used to sing to her as they cooked dinner and Snowdrop eventually warmed up to the concept and began to sing with her. Her singing voice is sweet and pure, but it strains her throat to sing more than a song or two.
Likes: Peace and quiet, meteor showers, coffee, patient ponies, realistic thinkers, the violin.
Dislikes: Optimists, pessimists, the banjo, sugar, loud noises, shouting, earthquakes.
Character Personality: Snowdrop is reserved and mysterious, and due to the overwhelming nature of other ponies she dislikes leaving her house. You'll only ever see her outside for leisure in the dead of the night, soaking up the moonlight and talking to herself as she does. She seldom speaks to ponies of her own free will and thus when she talks she speaks very quiet and very slow. She isn't cold, despite coming off as such, she just has a hard time connecting with other ponies. To make up for it she'll provide free fortunes to the residents of Ponyville, finding it useless to charge a fee when the townsponies bring her gifts when seeking fortunes anyway. She secretly gets very lonely, not that she will ever admit it, and enjoys it when she has visitors.
Bio: Snowdrop can't tell you much about her parents. She's been told they were shoemakers, the finest in Canterlot. They sewed and stiched and glued the finest heels and loafers that anyone could buy, and when her mother found herself with child they were overjoyed. They were both normal hard working Earth Ponies, and they just wanted one child just like them. Little did they know that her mother carried the Unicorn genes of her father, and when they saw their baby was a unicorn- their hearts sank. It wasn't their child being a Unicorn that was the toughest on them, it was when the baby opened her eyes for the first time and they realized this child would never see.
This child was blind.
An old mare, Lemon Tart, found Snowdrop on the front step of the Canterlot orphanage the next morning. With the silent baby there was one small note.
We don't want this. Find someone who does. Her name is Snowdrop and she will never be our child. Lemon Tart had never heard such harsh words about a mere infant and took the baby into the Orphanage to show the Head Mistress.
Snowdrop grew in the Orphanage, couple after couple not up to the task of raising a blind unicorn. Everyone knew magic was dangerous when used by someone with a disability, and nopony wanted to have their house blown to pieces for a child that wasn't even theirs. The other children picked on her, as children often do, playing nasty tricks on her and making up rhymes that would make her cry. She would let loose all her troubles to Lemon Tart each evening, as she snuck into the kitchen after dinner to see the woman who was like a mother to her.
Lemon Tart had once been a beautiful travelling witch, she would brew potions that could cure all of your ailments in five seconds flat! She could tell that bottling up her magic was causing Snowdrop great distress and began to teach her in secret, greatly relieved at how much happier the filly seemed once her magical energy was flowing properly.
Then the dreams started. Snowdrop would have fits in her sleep and wake up screaming, screeching at the top of her lungs about horrible things happening to ponies she didn't know. How she could hear them in her head. She begged the other ponies to believe her but they didn't. They were just nightmares to the other ponies, and besides- she was blind. She couldn't see anything.
Until it wasn't a stranger she dreamt of.
She had dreamt that Lemon Tart was hit by a carriage and killed in the street, she woke that morning and ran outside, where the old mare was sweeping the sidewalk, and told her. Right then a carriage flew by and almost hit them both. They were in such a state of shock they didn't see the robbers whom had stolen the carriage start to open fire on civilians.
Lemon Tart died on the way to the hospital and Snowdrop learned a valuable lesson. She could only predict the future, she could never ever change it. That was also the day she got her cutie mark.
These days she lives in Ponyville, dedicating her time to honing her magic and reading the stars. She also provides a free fortune telling service, ranging from weather predictions to love readings, in an attempt to bring some sort of happy closure to the lives of the ponies around her.