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Name: Maenad Descent
 
Sex: Female
 
Age: Young Mare
 
Species: Aerion

Eye color: 
 
Her father called them “eyes of labradorite” not because he favored his youngest daughter more than his other children but because the phrase had been passed down through the generations of his bloodline. In fact, his eyes are the same.
 
Like the labradorite gemstone, their eyes are a murky mix of soft blues and greens. The eyes are not likened to the gem as a way to brag but in some longstanding attempt to make light of what is often a disadvantage.
 
The term is Retinal Tapetum which in layman’s means that their eyes bear a reflective, luminous layer where the color of their eyes ought to be. Though more dramatic (in her case) than that of a cat’s or bat’s, the method behind the “shine” is exactly the same. For Maenad, and for others, their eyes constantly looked shined, like the Red Eye effect in flash photography. It is because of this shine that is built solely to function in the dark that Maenad has great difficulty with concentrated light. Even at night if there is moonlight or pony-made light, she will have her thick black goggles secured over her eyes.
 
Coat:

​Maenad has a light grey coat. Overall, this adds to her appearance of having been born to live deep within the recess of some cave or catacomb. What's more, she has an abundance of small scars that are difficult to spot at first glance. Not one scar has a serious story behind it, most originate from bouts of clumsiness, but the aesthetic still gives her an edge that's amplified by her accessory choices.

Mane/Tail:

​​The maintenance of hair is a thing Maenad often forgets. She simply has much more important things to be spending her time on. Both her mane and her tail are long, thick, and far more coarse than they appear due to her coloring. A mix of pale, whitish blonde and sections of dull grey give the illusion of being soft.

​While she will wash her hair and has some mind to being healthy, styling her hair is not ever a thought that arrives at her mind. She simply sweeps her mane back and away from her face as it naturally falls. Given her lack of attention, the length is surprising. Both mane and tail are sparse inches from touching the ground when she is standing still at their longest. Her hair also has the appearences of being layered due to the varying lengths in parts--and abundance of split ends.

Physique:

Lean and on the taller side, Maenad is very active and therefore fit due to her questing disposition. Her wing span is quite wide, her wings large, but she's not as keen a flier as she could be with them.

She also has a set of five thin, black bands tattooed on her forelimbs to mirror the five rays on her Cutie Mark.
 
Residence:

Maenad isn't fond of having a residence. She stores her books and the odd knickknack at the homes of her relatives, insisting her things be kept spread out "just in case" but often she'll keep what she considers necessities in a backpack she takes with her most everywhere.

Camping or squatting somewhere dark is more her style.
 
Occupation:
 
Officially Author would sufficiently apply to Maenad, but in her own words she is a Truth Seeker. From history to rumor, Maenad is obsessive about uncovering and detailing out all the particulars of anything she deems interesting. (Her application of the word interesting has been as liberal as it was when she was just a wee foal.)
 
If one were to ask her family they would sardonically quip that Maenad is an “adventurist” while thinking "conspiracy theorist".
 
Maenad does have over a dozen books to her name, but they've ensured that there is a low opinion of her in intellectual circles. Most of her book sales are made from ponies assuming her books are fiction and therefore intentionally outlandish.

Cutie Mark:

The simple, wi​de eye came first. Then the five lines, like searching rays stretched out from it, but only on the bottom half. The rays were like her own searching focus. What's underneath, what's hidden away, that's what her focus has always ben on.

​Maenad's eyes are predisposition to the dark, common enough among her relatives, but hers were especially so. Light that the others could handle with moderate discomfort had her in debilitating pain when young. She's more accustomed to light than she had been before, but she still is nearly always having her goggles over her eyes.
 
When she was young, she hadn't fully grasped how different her vision was from others and she hadn't gotten the hang out of accurately perceiving the world around her. Perception is a very subjective thing, though, so when little Maenad was trying to make sense of what she was seeing that others weren't, she went the creative route. Blurring shapes and bugs flying past her turned into ghosts and aliens in her mind and her belief stuck fast.
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In one particular case, a falling leaf became an impressive phantom, one she was determined to make contact with. She believed she had to make contact with it, that all the movements and cold spots she had been feeling were not the effects of Autumn but in fact a powerful ghost.
 
She chased after the errors in her vision for a whole day and night, at one point willfully crawling down into a large burrow. She was convinced the phantom's body had been buried somewhere and that finding the corpse would aid the ghost. If she had been younger and not well into her teenage years such antics could taken with a grain of salt. However, Maenad's quest to help the ghost she thought was haunting her led her to self-affirming discovery.
 
She had, in fact, found a buried box filled with diaries detailing a married mare's longing for a stallion who not her husband. It wasn't a corpse, but the process of it all had ensnared her fully. She had taken to the thrill of the hunt and the questioning. She liked making theories and didn't mind being proven wrong in the least. The filly had gleefully read every single one of the diaries out loud to her exasperated colony until some-pony brought up how her little adventure could have gone terribly wrong, ending up buried alive being the most obvious possibility. Her Cutie Mark had formed with the victorious gloating of uncovering a buried secret, but her father had been moved to end their caravan-like habits and settle back into civilization. So proud of her mark and of her chosen raison d'etre ​was she that she left her family to go hunt for more secrets to unveil about the world.

Unique Traits:
 
The shine of her eyes allow for perfect, if not better sight than the average pony/creature in the dark, but it’s as debilitating as it is helpful as most light sources are incredibly painful for her. She wears thick black goggles to protect her eyes almost always.
 
Maenad has a fondness for an old shemagh she was gifted as a foal. The giver of the scarf was of no great importance—some random cousin whose name she never bothered to retain—but the odd scarf is important to her all the same. Usually she wears it only around her neck, but being able to pull it over her snout and over her head is part of why she keeps it on her 24/7 like her goggles.

History:

​Maenad was born to a large family of Aerion. Due to her family's size, they were the driving force behind any decisions that the colony they were in made. Their hermit-like tendencies were strong even before the self-imposed exile of their kind and so they were accustomed to hiding away and frequently being on the move. Even when Princess Luna returned they spent some time still hiding away and moving about. However, as Maenad's father Lampad was often viewed as a leader figure, he kept them close enough to Trottingham to allow him to indulge in his favorite thing: wine.
 
Lampad, like many of their family, was a stoic and morbid sort of Aerion, but when drinking he was happier and less attentive. Maenad found the latter traits more agreeable to her disposition, especially as even the slightest whine to her voice would convince him to order any of her (many) siblings and cousins to let her roam unsupervised wherever they had made camp.

See, Maenad's eyes were also worse off than the rest of them. It was harder to see with light about, even starlight, so with her young mind she would see things. A blurry shape, a bug flying past her vision, things she couldn't process at the time because fantastical things. Ghosts and aliens were stalking her colony--clearly.

She had to investigate, for the sake of the others and herself and that sort of free, self important lifestyle becomes very addicting. After gaining her Cutie Mark, an event which convinced her father to disperse their colony back into civilization, she struck out on her own and started her occupation of author at first by self publishing with money bullied from her kin. Nowadays she funnels some of her money back to her family and uses the rest for the odds and ends of her travelling.
 
Character Personality:
 
At her very core, Maenad is selfish. Selfish, deluded, and obsessive; she seeks after what interests her and cares little for anything that may stand in her way. That being said, Maenad is very much in it for the journey as opposed to the destination. After all, once she obtains an answer to whatever question or rumor she had been investigating she immediately moves onto the next one. The constant and impassioned journeying gives her purpose. Proving that her task is to drag out all the mysteries that had been forgotten in the dark--that's simply her thing and she takes to it in a very fervent, perhaps desperate, manner.  
 
She considers herself to be a very pleasant and helpful pony, always willing to warn others of the many dangers lurking nearby. (Can't trust any worm, for example. Especially not after it rains and they all come out of the ground--best to sprint fast as one can away at that point.) She's the sort who is always happy to help a fan out--or drag them along an adventure--but frankly that's all hypothetical. Maenad has never run into a fan who has recognized her. She has been mistaken for being under the influence nearly every time she opens her mouth in a public area. With all her public awareness service messages Maenad is constantly surprised that she's not being thanked for her accomplishments. (Surely exposing The Butterscotch Conspiracy of the candy companies to turn every pony into candy-zombies was worth some measure of gratitude from the masses.) Alas Maenad is very underappreciated in her time.

When some-pony starts up constantly degrading her and/or tries to hold her back from her goals, from her purpose, that she falls into the fury inferred by her namesake. Mercy is not something to bother with on her enemies and her utmost effort should always be put forth. Obstacles will not be tolerated, but often her idea of revenge can turn out very oddly. Her often nonsensical superstitions can lead her to pull harmless pranks that, in her mind, are surely going to result in some great catastrophe for her enemy.  

In her opinion, she's performing a very important duty for history, not only because of her from-birth arrogance but also because her books do sell well. Even if they think its fiction, or simply a great laugh, her findings are being given some attention and she's sure that if she keeps at it she'll start to sway more people to The Truth of many things.

 


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Character Summary:
 
Like her namesake, Maenad embodies a frenzied and ravenous state of being. She has no hedonist god (Dionysus) to appease, but she’s just as obsessed with her concept of The Truth and unveiling it as any zealot is about their beliefs. Maenad will go to any length to uncover whatever mystery has her attention be it of historical value or one of her conspiracy theories. She's intent to reveal everything in her book series The Truth of it All.
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