Sachadara (Ready)

[SteelEagle]

Name: Sachadara

Gender: Female

Age: Adult

Species: Changeling

Eye Color: Dark grey in color, with lowered, almost weary perception about them. Alternatively, whatever she wants it to be when she has assumed other forms.

Character Color: Black. Alternatively, whatever she wants it to be when she has assumed other forms.

Mane/Tail: None, by choice and design. Believes that in a world of such bright flourish, a grand nothingness is all together displeasing. Alternatively, whatever she wants it to be when she has assumed other forms.

Physique: No stronger or more athletic than a young drone, belying her age, though taller and spindlier as a result. Unimpressive and weak to the extreme with a smaller, stumpish horn.

Residence: By the side of her Queen.

Occupation: Head of the Queen's Research and Development department, as well as one of her top Huntresses.

Unique Traits: Sachadara is a pathetic fighter all around, with her physical prowess being below that of most drones and her offensive magical beam being both short ranged and incredibly underpowered. Instead, she has a variety of tools for her job. Various magical potions and enchanted tools hang around her neck and her modified travelling cart is home to dozens of disguised 'cure alls' and other tools of her trade. She is an above average shape-shifter, but relies more on her tools to see her through. Uses these tools in conjunction with her mastery of a single style of spell, which when combined allow her into the mind, heart, and even soul of creatures unfortunate to fall into her traps.

History:

 

Sachadara was one of two children of high-ranking nobles in the court, but her birth was marked with less pride. She was small and the magical afterglow of her birth was almost entirely stunted, a deformed and ugly child from birth. Some of her supposed friends would like to blame that for the delicious horror that she likes to cause, but Sachadara laughs at the notion. Despite her vileness in the eyes of her parents, they did their duty as nobles and she was given the best education in the ways of Changelings and grew up with a relatively normal life by Changeling standards. For her part, Sachadara had big ambitions from the get go, questioning some of the basic underpinnings regarding Changeling life. In later years this would earn her a good keep.

 

But as a young one, this didn't help her. Few took kindly to the antagonistical and deformed Changeling noble who demanded answers and competence from all corners. When she didn't get that, she could quickly lose respect for those around her. But who cared about getting her respect? She was lesser than her peers, or so they thought. As other Changelings learned the basics of self defense, which she failed at again and again, or about their grand culture, she was tinkering and toying with the very fabric of Changeling identity. She always did have ambition and despite her friends being counted among both imaginary and forced she knew that one day her name would be held in high esteem for the first time.

 

Or they would whisper it with terror. Both worked for her. Her tinkering caught the eye of some officials from the court, who at first sought to take her work away from her. But when the elder queen died and Queen Chrysalis took over, she found herself offered a position in Research and Development. It was a small step, but a wise one to take and she accepted it. Her research continued, and what research it was. For years she had a fascination not with love, but with horror. Fear. Terror. All Changelings had a taste for it, but it was a passing interest. Love was sustenance, other emotions seasoning. But for Sachadara, every part of her was tuned so improperly that the thrill of terror left her in euphoria. It was her dream to find a way to connect the two, and more importantly, manipulate the two.

 

She got a big break when Chrysalis launched her foolish invasion of Canterlot. The attack was repulsed and much of the Research ad Development team were lost with it, a fact which bothered her none at all. They were all jackals messing with her work anyway. She continued her work without much care for the wildness that surrounded the failed attack, focusing instead on who they were targeting- ponies. Ponies were prey animals that had such awesome emotions of both fear and love. They were perfect. And as the Hive around her twirled about in pathetic frustration, she went out and hunted for food.

 

It was easy. Find ponies. Give them her chemicals, separate them, and then break them mentally. Capture their fear for further distillation, and continue breaking their minds until they were little more than quivering gelatinous puddy in her hooves. Then she would reprogram them from their memory on up and construct a fantasy, where they could exist in a blissful state of mindless love for however long she wanted them to. One by one and two by two she led them back to the Hive where they became permanent sources of sustenance. One by one and two by two, she earned Queen Chrysalis' respect and she became the head of Research and Development. This came with one caveat: She had to take part in a new offensive on Nightmare Night.

 

That night, she had the honor of playing Princess Twilight Sparkle. And while the ponies of Equestria won the day, she always believed that the ponies who went into the Library that night had lost something much more than a simple battle, and Sachandara had tasted something much sweeter than the hoof that ended her night.

 

Character Summary:

 

Few things in all the world enjoy what they do as much as Sachandara. She has always had a sincere desire to understand how things work, but that is only so she can feed her obsession on how to destroy it and rewrite it. Whether that is a chemical formula or a little filly's mind- if there is a difference- it is the same desire from her and the same sense of extreme satisfaction at seeing it work. Coupled with that, horror and fear send through her such pleasure that she has often gone great lengths of time without feeding on love as fear fills her just as well. Indeed, love provides almost nothing for Sachadara, with her diet consisting of horro. This is a weakness for her as the Changelings as a race gather love as food, meaning she has had some difficulty finding sustenance. This is what drove her to create fear, but her ability to look at the big picture allowed her to leverage this to bigger and better things.

 

Her operation has been very efficient so far, which has given her a taste of respect that she has never had before. Throughout her life, the combination of deformity and odd desires for fear have made her a laughingstock, and this first level of respect has validated her belief that her operations are the future of the race. Of course sometimes she needs help testing out a new formula, and sometimes even more she needs to test something really dangerous. The many Changelings who treated her poorly, the sister who disowned her, the professors that mocked her- well, she needed guinea pigs and they all had to pay at one time or another. It was never about grudges, it was about efficiency- the fewer who did not understand the glory of her work, the better. And most of those tests ended with positive research results, so who cares if a few of them lost all sense of identity?

 

She looks at ponies as fully sapient creatures rather than as just food. The thing is, she doesn't care. If anything, the fact she realizes those emotions come from fully realized beings makes it all the better when she can leave them as mindless husks, devoted only to what she had programmed them to do. Drained of fear, the fear is then purified through magic and given out to Changelings as delicacies. Mindlessly devoted to whatever loving fantasy she has crafted, ponies who reach that stage end up in the Hive and sustaining the Changelings with their fantasy love for as long as needed. More than a few dozen ponies to this day are stuck in cocoons while living out fantasies in their head constructed to provide the Hive with however much love that pony could possibly give.

 

She loves her job and has no regrets, and the few ponies who have pleaded with her discover that she likes it when they suffer. She is irredeemable in how she delights in their destruction. She respects her queen and the decisions she makes, but values her research above all else- to the point of madness. But no, of course she has hobbies. Like science and turning ponies inside out mentally.

That just happens to be her work, too.

[Ciraxis]

She sounds like Scarecrow. Me likes. Although at the same time I would like o see some villain who is not a changeling.

[Bellosh]

Stay away from my daughter.