Unicorn Minimaxie

[Mutt]

[ Pony Related Character ]

Name: Minimaxie ( Formerly Ivory Maxine Keys )

Gender: Female

Age: Foal

Species: Unicorn

Pelt Color: White

Mane/Tail Color & Style: Electric Purple, wild but kempt. Forelock over the forehead.

Eye Color: Sparkling Opal

Cutie Mark: None Yet, eventually Stat Sheet and Dice or Dice Crushing Castle.

Physique: Feminine, but toughened. Like a tomboy.

Residence: Beneath the Ancestral Tree House

Occupation: Chaos Magnet

Motivation: Living day by day, being powerful, and having fun.

Likes: Role Playing Games! Tenderbloom. General Mischief. Being loved

Dislikes: Being treated like a foal. Being Feminine.

Character Summary: Minimaxie was born Ivory Maxine Keys to two loving parents in a big city, the name of which escapes her. Her life a steady procession of being ferried from one lesson to another. Proper dining, music, languages, magic, people skills. From a very young age she ferried about and taught most everything she needed to fit in to society. A fairly happy child, she still had a modicum of free time to herself, much of which was spent playing in the garden. Her parents loved her very much, and when it became apparent she had magical talent, they began making plans to send her to some sort of school for gifted ponies. She did not want to go, she loved her family just as much.

Her parents knew how she felt, but also believed it to be the best path for her, for great opportunities existed for those with quality education. As the day she was to be escorted off to the school approached, she practiced more and more fervently. Trying desperately in misunderstanding of her parent's motives. Attempting to prove that she could be just as good being taught at home as she could somewhere far away! One day during her magic lessons, she was trying figure out her unique magical talent. What was personally important to her she had never debated, as from birth she had happily gone along with her parent's desire for her to learn the musical arts. She wracked herself harder, harder and harder, pacing back and forth while thinking, trying. Her world blurred as her speed increased, her traits changing, and with a flash, the world around her changed, her strength draining, thoughts going dim, coordination failing.

Ivory stumbled over her own four hooves, collapsing into a heap. No strength, her thoughts a quagmire, understanding minimal. Her coordination was gone, but her magic was flaring brightly.. The world was so slow around her, and she was so fast. Her mind could not keep up. Slowly, slowly her strength returned, her thoughts sped up, her understanding grew and the world sped up once more. had blinked herself somewhere she had never been, in her haste she had moved so quickly with her magic as to jump across a vast distance. With very little recollection as to what had actually happened, no idea which direction she had come from even if she could recall, and no understanding of how she'd traveled in the first place, things were not looking well for her. Barely worldly enough to hold a conversation, she was at a loss.

Tears, she cried for a long time. Scared, and alone. Eventually however, she realized that this was not accomplishing anything like it usually did. No-one came to her aid. So, she picked herself up and began moving. Stopping to eat whatever was growing that she found palatable. Being a pony has its advantages in this regard. She traveled for many miles in random directions. Time passed, she grew older as she made her way across what she now assumes to be areas of Equestria. Days passed, weeks, months. Who knows, she doesn't. She grew, and much of her etiquette was lost to memory. She made her way into what she now knows to be Everfree Forest. Her nights there were filled with fear and stress. She wandered for weeks, surviving through a combination of dogged determination and a great propensity for fleeing dangerous things. The experiences hardened her, toughened her. While her ego was torn asunder by her almost constant helplessness, her flexibility and resilience grew. She began to think in strange ways, and anticipate movements of monsters with limited success.

She became quite self-sufficient, though the constant need to be on guard was very taxing on her. It was around this time that she met her closest, truest (and only) friend, Tenderbloom. A trange and quiet pegasus pony with a pet mandrake, she was cowering from a great, constructed beast. A non-living creature, the friend Tenderbloom wore with her whenever she went out had no effect in keeping it bay, its cries useless. The foal, long past labeling herself with an identity immediately leaped into the skirmish. Charging right in, foolishly of course, she ran her horn right into the creature's leg. In a burst of magic, most of her horn snapped off into the creature. This blow deterred the strange beast from following them just long enough for the two of them to escape, and Maxie has since been wondering if she will ever have a chance to recover it.

She went home with the pegasus, a great ancestral treehouse. For generations, Tenderbloom's family had grown trees together, guiding their growth. So expert were they in this craft that they created a brilliant home. A tall, wide tree with steps grown into its bark, circling its perimeter. A courtesy for visitors of course. Situated in a hidden grove of streams and cliffs, protected by living vines. The many branches were carefully coaxed into living quarters, many rooms, windows, even a watering system were incorporated into its design. They became fast friends, and while Maxie was too proud to accept the offer of living with her, she has secretly taken to living underneath the tree in a small cave, subsisting largely on the fungus that grows below, which may explain some of her eccentricities.

Taught how to travel safely between the forest and nearby ponyville, in her frequent and brief forays into the town she became enamored with fashion, magic and storytelling. This culminated in her discovery and obsession with role playing games of the tabletop variety. Occasionally thieving, even though she knew it was wrong, she obtained a substantial collection of supplies and materials, crafting for herself maps, figures, cloaks. Lands unfolded before her, great stories she played out on her own! She felt important, secure. In her studies, her obsession, she discovered the term 'Min-Maxing'. She was quite taken with the concept, and with it she forged herself a new identity. Minimaxie the Mighty! She of course, drops the 'mighty' portion in polite company. She occasionally amuses herself by making forays into town, pretending to be a spooky and powerful mysterious visitor!

[Skye]

Very beautifully written. I'm interested to see what you have in plan for this character, though I feel she should have some aspirations! Approved.