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Dinner with a high ranking official of the Equestrian hierarchy, how exciting! She hadn't expected to be making such close and personal connections to powerful ponies quite yet, but here she is, trotting down the roads of their golden city with her 'plus one', as they call it around here. She must admit, she was a bit nervous. The purple mare had made it sound like a casual affair, but one does not attend a Royal's party- even a party of two- without expending some measures to strike a modest appearance. As such, Rose Compass had opted to dress in a dark blue coat with a light blue now for the occasion. For her, this was as casual as one could get, and it's not like she flaunt her show-sword around anyway- It would undoubtedly alarm the locals, and it didn't seem like a popular custom amongst Equestrians. "I had a very good time last night," she spoke up after a long stretch of silence, bringing herself out of her thoughts to look at her companion for the eve. She must admit, no matter what she did or did not wear, she was quite... Beautiful. Soft colors really fit her well. "Thank you, Aloe, for spending Hearth's Warming with me. It wouldn't have been a special event without you." Of course, Rose also made some attempt to dress her fellow mare up- whether she accepted it or not. A nice dress or- mostly as a joke- a pretty pair of pink socks. Maybe shoes to go with them. Ultimately, It was her choice how she presented herself. Rose was comfortable with anything by this point.
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Regeneration. It was regeneration, it had to be! The key, the cornerstone- the door! Rose Compass narrowly avoids needing a new nose, so lost in thought was the anxious mare. Backing up a step and jingling the everpresent bags on her hips that mark her as a medicine mare, she properly opens the door to the... Spa. Right, a spa. She'd heard of those back in Andalusia; a place to relaxation, using a range of aromatherapies and other such strange but effective tricks. If she was being honest with herself, she was less curious of what they did, and more curious how they did it. She supposed she'd find out soon enough as she entered the establishment. "Hello?" She called our in her foreign cadence, surveying the area with a passing glance. Like every other sugarcoated building in this strange town, this place exuded an aura of cartoonish joy, albeit of a muted degree compares to, say, Sugarcube Corner. She'd set her packs down by her side as she waited to be attended, idly taking count of her tools and jars. Regeneration... she'd pick out three jars in particular, all of them labeled with a sticker, but one of them empty. Axelotl dust: a dark iron-colored powder made from the blade of an axelotl stirred in its encasing. She nearly lost a limb trying to get this stuff. Noot horn: a small tuba shaped horn. She shivered thinking about what it was attached to. Leap frog extract: empty. She had yet to find any leap frogs, and she was beginning to question if she even needed to now that she had found the former two regeants. But her research must be complete before trials can begin, so she needs to find one... And soon.
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Ah, festivities. While Rose was never one to celebrate many occasions, she did so love the effect it had on the ponies and other creatures around her. Ponyville was alive with cheer and good will, creating an atmosphere that compounded the generally sunny disposition of the town that was already there. With all the charity and gift giving transpiring, Rose found herself absorbed into the customs and traditions, deciding that it was time for her to give something back to the denizens of Ponyville as well. To this end, she decided setup shop near the fountain, where she'd have easy access to water, and to curious passerbys. It's not like she relocated her whole lab, she just brought out some basic equipment- none of which broke health codes- and a few sturdy tables. A large sign printed on a banner above it proclaimed that today she was in the business of making "Proposterous Potions", and welcomed anybody with a thought or idea to come up and pitch it to her. She'll try her best to make what you describe, and without a fee. Oddly enough, she even dressed up for the occasion, bearing a purple cloak that hid her verdant figure. Snacks were laid out under the sign: cups of cognac, a bowl of satsuma, and another one with walnuts. Now, all she had to do was wait and see if her plan comes to fruition. She is curious what it is these Ponyvillians want, after all.
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Rose had to admit, as she cantered at a steady pace towards her scholastic destination, that she had more than a few butterflies flocking around in her tummy. The weight of stuffed saddlebags softly thumping against her flanks were little comfort compared to the veritable well of anxiety threatening to spill over inside of her. She'd heard this Mister Star was a very talented and enthusiastic teacher, but considering she had never even participated in primary school- and was entirely self-taught- she had, regrettably, very little experience interacting with such ponies. A true irony considering the occupation her original now possessed. Regardless, she knew that If she wanted to advance her research into mortality any further than basic observation and resources would allow, she would need to consult this pony and absorb his teachings. She had much to learn, but also much to exchange for such knowledge. The weight of her Índice de flora y fauna Equestrian was particularly comforting in this regard, the relatively light index including notes from her homeland as well. She had yet to seperate them due to time constraints, but she'd get to that in time.
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Ah, the Imperial Gardens... Or Royal Gardens, rather. Lazy lillies and oopsie daisies glisten in the crystal coating of fresh morning dew, although Luna's darkened tapestry had yet to be drawn back for Celestia's painted blue sky. Rose was not a nocturnal pony. She wasn't a diurnal pony either. Rose simply followed her heart, whether it took her through the gates of time or Tartarus, such trivial things mattered little in the face of science and discovery. One such discovery happened to be underway in those very rosey beds, the seafoam savant hunched over her displayed alchemical materials as she plucked the petal off a large silver flower. The tips of her hooves were coated in dirt, eventhough she sat just outside the boundaries of the mulch, and small smudges of oddly odiferous substances streaked her cheek and limbs, as if she had spilled something while mouth handling it- or, perhaps, multitasking beyond her limit. Regardless, three small beakers had been setup on a placemats of sorts, her saddlebag close by with guts exposed to the cool, crisp air. "The petals of a Forget Me Not... I'm surprised to find these here, considering their potent mental effects," she murmured to herself as she dropped the leaf from her aura info the top beaker, which was filled with what looked to be water, steam rising up from the bottom beaker sitting atop a heating rune. The steam sparkled with small grey motes as it entered the third beaker, which was filled halfway in a ruby fluid. "Great for anesthetic purposes, but the loss of memory can sometimes prove problematic... It could be used to treat trauma, but... It needs something." The silver flecks bogged down the air above the crimson lake. In time, it diffused into the red substance, giving it the appearance of sparkling wine. Rose smiled. "Yes, I thought this may be a good idea. Sweet breams will be able to fight off the worst of the side effects and prevent hallucinations from forming nightmares. Genius!" She thrust a hoof into the air, nearly knocking down her equipment in the process. "Now I just need somecreature to test this on... I have enough petals here, so I can still distill more if need be..." She began looking around the garden for her next unwitting vict- volunteer.
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Name: Rose CompassGender: FemaleAge: MareSpecies: changeling (cloned queen)Eye colour: dark greenCoat: Aqua greenMane/Tail: Seafoam greenPhysique: SlenderResidence: TransientOccupation: ApothecaryCutie Mark: A detailed rose compass with the image of a rose embossed in the center. Unique Traits: • Knowledge on advanced alchemy- Proficient alchemist • Knowledge on witchcraft- traditional witch • knowledge on medicine and herbal remedies- Apothecary • Limited knowledge on necromancy- Amatuer necromancer. • Experienced seafarer. Knows her way around a ship and sea, as well as using star charters and wind direction to navigate. A clone or not, Rose Compass still belongs to the same genus as the being she was derived from: Andalusian changelings. Andalusia is a Spaneigsh region bordering the sea, ruled by Queen Moor. Changelings from this region have adopted a predilection towards marine life, and in their natural forms sport sleeker bodies compared to their mainland cousins. They sport long, fin-like protrusions along the back of their head and tail, and have smaller fangs suited more for catching fish or delivering precision strikes vs. raw damage output. Andalusian queens do not spawn hives, but instead give birth to broodlings. While more limited in number, broodlings are more intelligent and specialized, outclassing any common drone. History: Rose Compass, the first one, would not die. Anybody who's tested her mortality could testify to that if they were still around. Part of the reason for this isn't neccesarily because she's hard to kill, it's because she's a mare of contingencies. From lichdom to phoenix rites, to simple charms and enchantments that thicken skin and lengthen longetivity, Rose refuses to depart this mortal coil before her work is done. one such expirement happened to include clones. They were a contency, a blank copy meant to house her conciousness if all else fails. However, they had the most peculiar habit of developing independent awareness, something that undermined their purpose. Rejected as a failed expirement by her creator, one such clone was stripped of her experiences and cast away from her native realm to end up in a land that was at once familiar, yet alien in every way. alone, she braved forest and thicket, using her botanical knowledge to fend off predators and draw sustenance from the local fauna. In time, she came upon civilization. Finally, ponies! She was so hungry by then, and eager to leave her isolation behind her. ever since then, she's eeked out a meager living selling drugs and potions to those in need, and occasionally playing at both witch and doctor to heal the sick and men's the wounded. This is when a spark lit up inside of her, a spark that was quintessential to her nature: the spark of life, and the determination to sustain it at all costs. she would NOT allow her loved ones to slip away as her original failed to do. She would scour and plunder mother nature itself for the secrets to immortality that the world so seemed to hoard for itself. Character Personality: Just, friendly, and motivated. Perhaps appearing rather average on the surface, she still betrays a borderline predatory intelligence in her speech and mannerisms. Character Summary: Rose Compass is a far cry from the terrible glory of the creature she was based on, but perhaps that isn't a bad thing? Perhaps it's for the better, in fact, as she has a chance to do what the real Rose could never do: find happiness. the real Rose is a tragic figure, plagued by grief and consumed by a hunger for justice against Death itself. But Compass can do better. She can save them... And save them she will.
