Name: Wicked Spirit
Gender: Mare
Age: Adult
Species: Pegasi- Wind
Pelt Color: White with brown markings
Mane/Tail Color & Style: Wicked's mane is wild thing; it's slightly curly, very wavy with various spit ends. Her mane color is purely black with brown ends.
Eye Color: Dark Orange with ice blue tints
Cutie Mark: Claw marks with a whip. This cutiemark symbolizes the ability to tame the feral.
Residence: Ponyville
Occupation: Mercenary, Beast Master
Talents, Skills:
(Skill)Nature Sense-
This pony has a wide spread knowledge of the wilderness around them and those who use it. This includes advanced knowledge of identifying (forest)animals and a common knowledge of plants.(Skill)Tracking-
The pony in question is able to track down medium sized and large animals.(Skill)Herbal Medicine-
This pony has a skilled knowledge of how to use plants for herbal remedies.
(Talent)One with the Beast-
This pony has bonded enough with it's creature coordinate it's efforts in a way no one can. The beast and the master can come at a decision to attack together...most of the time.
(Skill)Animal Speak-
This pony has a basic knowledge to understand the speech of the creatures of the wild in order to communicate.
(Skill)Training-
This pony has a basic knowledge of how to train animals to do what the master needs it to do.Likes:
Nature, Big scary pony eating animals, Wandering to see the natural world, Food, Quests, Stallions, Sweet treats, Booze, Memsy(Her beast)
Dislikes:
Being bored, Being forced staying still, Poachers, Farmers and Ponies trying to tame her spirit
Character Personality:
"Oh you want to know about little Ol' me huh? Not many ponies do, it's a shame really. I don't bite...that hard. I promise...ha! You thought I would really promise you that?!"Wicked Spirit is just what her name states; a mare who doesn't stay in one place too long, liking to cause mischief where ever she goes. A wide chesire's grin on her muzzle this mare wants nothing but to simply do what she wants. Talents with dealing with animals has set the flame to her heart, and she will make everything she comes into contact with burn. She is easily seen as a being jerk who just wants to ruin your day when you first meet her.
Wicked Spirit once she manage to tolerate her she actually some what of a nice person. She just has a problem of how to explain things. She bluntly honest with what she has to say along with some insane ramblings. If ponies had to play a game of 'pick the traitor' the answer would some what automatically be the mare who has the fleas and scratches herself like a dog while rambling to wild animals to attack ponies. I mean come on, we can all tell Wicked Spirit doesn't get good scores in the mental stability department. She'll just as easy attack a friend when she's pissed at them just like an enemy.
Now, going in depth of her feral mannerisms. What kind of pony can even growl? Or Snarl like that? Wicked Spirit is just playing weird, she acts like a dog sometimes! You can even play fetch and she'll gladly play along. All though, this does have their upsides, Wicked Spirit being loyal to the fault. She'll treat a friend like a member of the pack and make sure they do not get left behind. Especially if they hold free food. She needs that. Animal is driven by their instincts, her judgments weather good or bad it's always driven by pure impulse of her gut. She lives for today, thinking about the future is not her cup of cider. Which she often likes to drink when she's in town and can be seen whispering sweet nothings to a cart of apple cider.
Bio (optional) : "Raised on the fringe of the larger herd, I looked on to the horizon more and more. Taking a single hoof step more each day away from my home until I just left. I became one with my inner beast, haven't looked back since."
Wicked Spirit was born to her mother Frenzy Plant and her father Will-O-Wisp, like her parents before her they were connected to nature. Will-O-Wisp was a stallion of the lost, guiding ponies who become lost from the more feral parts of Whitetail woods back to Ponyville in safety. Her mother was a landscaper who knew various plants that grew in the wood. She lived somewhat of a peaceful life, balancing her wild life style with her temper. She basically 'terrorized' ponyville with her temper and her pet dog Bruno. Whenever she went, her sassy temper left her in a bit of a mark on ponies, which left her without many friends.
The very few friends she had, they would always dare eachother. It was sort of a macho contest between them all, with Wicked being the only filly in said contest. Wicked would always be in second place, but as they aged she showed more of a fiery spirit and a willingness to win. Competition was a regular thing and she would always do her best to out beat those colts who she hanged out with. When she wasn't hanging out with them, she would always be around animals. Since she some sort of held a connection with them. She would be seen easily trying to talk to them, sometimes she is successful, but most of the time she failed.
It was one day, the group went to the woods. It was the dare to end all dares, the group was heading their separate ways. Some of the colts heading to cloudsdale to the flight academy, or to Canterlot to become a guard, while Wicked would stay with her family until her fate was reveled to her. She was the only one without a cutiemark, naturally Wicked felt left out. This dare; survive the night. It was a simple dare, but filled with danger.
A camping trip left each of them alone. The wilderness placing them in their top. The only problem was that the only person who didn't cheat was Wicked. Who actually is trying to survive on her own her own while the other four colts went in groups. Wicked was faced with her wits to survive. All though, some one was watching...a large shadow loomed over the teenage filly. It growled, let out a terrible roar and slammed it's weight into reality.
A bear, a black bear by the color of it's fur. Wicked did her first told her, run away. She sprang up and flew above the bear's grasp. It seemed...angered, hurt, but how? She felt bad for the bear in front of her, the first thing she did was make noises to calm it down. Wicked wanted to help the bear and see what was wrong. She tired talking to it in her native tongue, but it didn't work. She quickly went to go get food from her tent before it broke. She soon brought the bear a peace offering of berries and dandelion sandwiches. The animal sniffed it, sat down and began to eat the last of her rations. The Ursa let out appreciative growl, but soon she found out what happened as she scanned it's body. A trap. The bear was held in a spring trap and the leg was bleeding. Wicked having knowledge from her father, knew what it was and slowly went to help the beast in front of her.
The Pegasus made hushing noises, soothing sounds, began to pet the bear with her wing as her hooves worked on getting rid of the source of the bear's anger. It took her a few failed attempts, and a lot of blueberries, to get the job done. Finally, she was able to get rid of it. The bear, naturally licked it's wound clean as she trotted away. The bear, soon turned and left. Wicked sighed happily, all though she left herself hungry, she'll live for that night. Wicked had set up her tent once again and scanned the trap. It was a trap that her father had usually brought home. She scanned it closely. Wicked noticed something strange, it had her father's initials on it. Why would it have his initials on it?
Those thoughts plundered her mind as she went to sleep. Wicked soon felt something warm on top of her at sunrise, it was the bear. Her emotions tied to shock she tired to get up but the bear was...sleeping on her! Wicked soon looked down as she noticed her hooves step on something; blueberries. She lowered her muzzle to sniff, it was blueberries. Her stomach growled, oh well. She ate the berries, and the bear woke up a half hour after. Victory before her she rose up and she packed her things. Wicked soon made the trek back home with bear following suit.
Once she got home, she never bothered to show her father the trap, but simply put it in a place where it wouldn't be found, but where?! Wicked didn't know where it hide it or else ponies would notice. So Wicked did the only possible thing for her, hide it in her father's shed because the door is open. Which good planning, once she walked inside and opened the door. Wicked was horrified. Furs, traps, and dead animals everywhere. She was traumatized that day. Wicked never said a thing to anyone. Not even her own mother. She became distant after her friends grew up and had lives. She always went back to the forest in the weekends to bond with nature. Soon weekends became days, days became weeks, weeks became months and then, she was never seen again.
When she never went back, a shining cutiemark came on her flank. The wild embraced her and raised her as it's own. She tamed the animals before her, her new herd, the beasts she was able to tame and assist. She now wonders around Equestria, using her knowledge and her new survival skills to keep her alive. She very rarely enters town, but one thing is for sure, she never went back to Ponyville again.
Ref was created by my friend DD.