Name: Moonshadow Mystery
Birth date: February 29th
Place of Birth: Changeling Hive / Colony
Place of Residence: Outside of Ponyville's city limits
Natural Eyes: Rainbow with glossyness
Coat: Onyx "fur" / changeling carapace
Magic Aura: Blue-ish
Wings: Light-blue translucent
Mane: Brown overlaying with webbed onyx changeling quills
Tail: Onyx webbed hangeling tail
Race: Changeling (but with some pony-like features)
Gender: Biologically male (But sometimes is not sure if he is meant to be male, so questioning possibly Bi-gender)
Cutie Mark: Does not possess a natural cutie mark, however when disguising as a "true pony" (which sometimes varies between Bat-pony, Earth Pony, Unicorn, Pegasus, Alicorn, etcetera) creates a false cutie mark in the form of a multi-colored Yin-Yang-Yuan.
Additional Family: TBA
Likes: Music, Art, Film, Design, Games, Nature, Novels, Comics, Collectibles, anything that positively inspires creativity (including fashion), learning new skills, starry nights, animals, fruits, sweets, pizza, making himself look different, trying to meet new ponies, helping others, and his imaginary friends.
Dislikes: Anger, conflict, being sad, being different, himself, feeling like an outcast, feeling confused, arguing, misunderstandings, feeling mistreated or ignored, large crowds, being ordered around, being talked down to or treated like a foal, being touched without permission or invitation, being talked AT rather than to like an equal.
Favorite Foods / Drinks: Love is the natural food of changelings, but Moonshadow Mystery eats mostly "typical" pony foods. Oats, Pancakes, fruits, veggies, muffins, cupcakes, trail mix. But his favorite food seems to be white rice and wild berries. His favorite drinks seem to be water, juice, tea, and soda pop.
Habits / Quirks: Moonshadow has a habit of nibbling on his wings whenever he feels nervous or anxious about something as well as talking to himself aloud without thinking about it. Whenever he feels depressed or overwhelmed emotionally he has a bad habit of binge eating whatever he can find with no concern over how it might affect him usually leaving him with a distended belly and feeling worse than he felt before.
Foot note: The Yin-Yang-Yuan is used often by the Transgender community, but it has a deeper me aning with a connection to Yin and Yang. representing not merely the balance of light and dark or "harmony" but more so representing the metaphysical balance between the heavens, the earth, and the void.
The template consists of red with a green dot, blue with an orange dot, yellow with a pink dot, a white triangular center, and a thick black outline. The specific "cutie mark" more represents confusion about one self and struggling and enduring while trying to find the true path.
On an overcast day where the sun barely shown through the clouds, underneath a hillside cemetery on the far outskirts of Ponyville just near the edge of the southern-portion of the Everfree forest, in the cool cavernous recesses where sunlight scarcely reached except through a few holes bore by groundhogs and gophers, a bustling noise filled the echo-y chamber as many new changeling eggs began to crack open and hatch adding to the mysterious and rarely seen hive of shape-shifting "ponies". As most other eggs hatched normally one in particular seemed slow to awaken, and in the commotion became jostled by some of the newly hatched "drones" causing it to roll and tumble.
The solitary egg bounced and shook the still unborn creature inside as it by good fortune avoided being smashed on the jagged surfaces of the cavernous tunnels,. Eventually the egg (primarly a slimy greenish color in appearance but with a very subtle undertone of a rainbow of colors gleaming around it nearly invisible to the naked eye in the dank chambers) came to rest just barely outside exposed to the open sky and surface. Slowly as the sun began to peak through the clouds the egg warmed and a gentle crackling could be heard as the shell started to break apart and open. Almost as if on cue a hatchery drone, which had been following the trail of this lone egg out of fear of how Queen Chrysalis would react, walked out hesitantly into the open to recover the egg only instead to have to carry back a newly hatched changeling which seemed to wine and behave oddly in comparison to other changeling young. As the young creature opened its eyes, the drone was faced with a very unusual "development", the eyes rather than cold void of light and warmth were instead glossy innocent and were a literal rainbow of colors. And its head was more round as well much more similar to that of a normal pony's, with little tufts of brown fur along the mane-line.
Feeling confused about this mysterious hatching the drone took the infant to the Queen, who looked closely at the little one very sternly as if she were inspecting a product rather than a living being. After a few silent moments Chrysallis felt that the youngling had some potential to it and chose to give it a name, a na me that almost would seem harsh to it inits later years as it represented not only what it was but seemed as if an attempt to hide the conditions of its own birth, Moonshadow Mystery. Despite the attention from the Queen, Moonshadow was raised alongside the other drones and ttreated no differently by the adult changelings, the same could not be said of its peers who in their own ways teased him and did all they could as they developed alongside one another to make him feel horrid about his more pony -like appearance. The constant jokes and mockery slowly began to get to the youngling as he would take to a nervous habit of leaning back and nibbling upon his wings which often resulted in them looking rather mangled and useless.. As he developed near the others hisbody seemed to develop more "holes" than theirs especially upon his flanks as opposed to just his hooves and forelegs, these developments almost seemed to poke fun at him further as if mocking him for the fact that a changeling would never have a cutie mark nor be accepted outside of the colony.
As Moonshadow grew and developed little by little, the other younglings would often laugh and tease him as he stood out from the rest of the hive. Seemingly day in and day out the changeling colt would endure nicknames like 'pony boy", "freak", "wanna-be", and "Queen Chrysallis' pet" to name just a few. Because of his differences the youngling would often isolate himself in the hive as much as he could, and since he seemed more intelligent than the typical changeling he questioned time and time again "why". As with any young pony who feels alone and different slowly his mind began to create imaginary friends, usually they would look like himself different than normal changelings, sometimes they would look closer to the ponies that they would learn about in their shape-shifting training. But even with having these imaginary friends to talk to he still felt completely alone, and that loneliness gradually developed into depression and anxiety.
As years began to go by whenever the developing youngling could manage to sneak away from the hive entirely, he would find himself cautiously making his way out of the caves and lurking in the outer rim of the forest hoping to observe the pony folk. During this time period of exploration and curiosity his imginary friends likewise began to evolve with him looking less like changelings and more like the pony-folk whom he was enthralled with. As he matured more and more over the years he became less intrigued by them and more so by how close to one another they seemed in comparison to himself and the other changelings. These thoughts and observations filled his head during his waking and slumbering hours, and eventually as he began to understand how to control his changeling magic he started to use it to not only practice proper shape-shifting but to create illusions of his imaginary friends to talk to. Although this helped some with his loneliness it did not change how different he felt towards himself.
Time pressed forward as it always does, and when he was between eight and ten years old his eyes as unique as they are began to fail him. As his vision continued to dwindle away month after month the thought of becoming confined the misery of living forever in the hive and not knowing what more there was out there to see plagued him, and eventually those thoughts became too much forcing him to swallow his fear and traverse more or less blindly into Ponyville. As best as he could Moonshadow changed himself to look like a young homeless blank-flanked colt so he could sneak into ponyville to try and get what he saw a few ponies wearing before, glasses. His eyes squinted, both from the weakening of his vision and the light of Celestia's warm yellow sun which he rarely got to enjoy, he stumbled about aimlessly in the unfamiliar locale of blurred buildings and ponies. Whilst stumbling about clumsily over his own four hooves he accidentally bumped into some of the local residents, which given his social stigma brought upon him by the other changelings constant teasings and an unusual uneasiness with being around a lot of ponies, caused him repeatedly to stammer and run away in frantic fear unable to even utter an apology as he did his best to avoid accidentally changing back.
Eventually he slammed head-on into the flank of an elderly green mare, who looked upon him with sympathy seeing how afraid he was and how poorly he could find his way about. Reaching back into her saddlebag which she was wearing while she tended to some chores at market she pulled out an old square-framed pair of glasses and placed them on his face, offering a gentle sincere smile and lightly petting him upon his head stroking back the soft brown fur of his mane. Still a little afraid he stuttered out quietly "T....t..thank you..." to which she gave a sweet chuckle before going along her marry way. With his vision a little more restored, the young Moonshadow tried to find his way back to the colony, along the way seeing things that filled his mind with wonder. The sights and smells of delicious baked goods and fresh produce made his mouth water, the beauty and intricate designs of clothes in shop windows made his imagination run wild, old posters of past celebrations made him curious to know more.
But it was the differences between the ponies now that he was up close enough to see them inspired him the most. The mares and stallions alike were so wonderous to see, and oddly enough he found himself wishing he could be either in place of being essentially just a faceless drone even if he was a male drone. As he thought he had seen everything that could possibly surprise him he kept on his way passing by a book store and even a toy store, fascinated by how much there was in both so much fascination. As his imagination ran wild he turned a corner and saw a sight that both interested him and made him feel completely hollow all at once, the vision of two ponies who cared for one another and genuinely loved one another sharing a meal and looking at each other with such longing was something he had never experienced in the essentially loveless Changling colony, even in spite of how the changeling species as a whole consume love and affection to grow stronger and thrive.
Head held low Moonshadow slowly retraced his steps, his desire to see more for now was gone as the re was so much he had to think about. Naturally his absence did not go unnoticed as a small group of drones responsible for the education of the youth were searching for him to drag him back inside. They did not question the sudden addition of glasses as they were more concerned with making sure that Queen Chrysallis did not notice they had momentarily misplaced a youngling. After being brought back to the colony the young colt wondered about in the dimly lit tunnels, using the natural lighting of the underground fungi to act as their primary luminescence while having other changelings bumping into him with no regard. The change of atmosphere in comparison to ponyville brought an almost instant sense of despair and depression upon him.
The following years of his pre-teen and teenage years much mimicked this same feeling, the more he was around his own kind the less like them he felt, the commands and calls of their Queen meant nothing to him, and every opportunity to be alone brought his focus more on ponyville and the pony-folk whom he did his best to view from a distance, very rarely trekking into town to learn more about them. Each journey into town brought new sights, especially as he learned more about the different ponies that lived and visited there giving him more to th ink about. In particular he took some secret joy in visiting the Ponyville Golden Oak Library and reading up more on Equestrian History. The library was quiet almost forgotten about as it seemed it had not been visited much except perhaps for an occasional dusting by a janitor-pony. The stories that intrigued the most were the adventure novels like Daring Do and the Quest for the Sapphire Statue, but Moonshadow also enjoyed romantic stories, and fairy tales as well. The Mare in the Moon being a particular favorite fairy tale of his.
Eventually on his 22nd birthday, after reading several various books from the library during his many excursions into Ponyville, Moonshadow began to consider just what he might look as a pony if he could fit in with them and maybe enjoy life with them. Stopping on the way back to what he ironically called "home", he gazed into a pond at the reflection of himself in the surface. Concentrating hard he slowly began to focus on changing various aspects of his body not to imitate a pony he already met but to create a look that was unique to himself. After several long minutes of effort he gazed at his work and was pleasantly su rprised bywhat he saw, his coat remained the same shade of onyx and his mane did not change at all minus hiding the changeling aspects. His eyes went from rainbow to a typical pony style with a blue iris. His horn was prevelant but looked more like a natural unicorn horn, his insect-like wings had changed and looked more pegasus-like than before (essentially and unintentionally making himself into a m iniature colt alicorn). As he glanced down at himself a thought crossed his m ind, "What would i look like if i were a mare?". Once more he focused, this time on the aspects he wanted to maintain as well as what he wanted to change, and more quickly than before he was finished and again pleasantly surprised. His stature was a bit shorter, and his muzzle also was a little shorter and more feminine, his hair was now in a more feminine style with a single long bang curling over his left eye, long dark eye lashes batted from the lids. So overjoyed was he that he could not help but giggle, and was admittedly startled at first by how his voice also had become more feminine causing him to be mildly embarrassed at himself.
Just as he was enjoying this he glanced upat the sky and realized how much time he had wasted, changing back to "normal" he quickly ran back to the colony, where unfortunately for him Queen Chrysallis' guards were waiting to take him to see her. Nervous and mildly int rigued he went before her, admittedly he did find her attractive visually either due to changeling programming or due to what he learned in secret at the library.
She glanced down at him and spoke her voice having a natural echo which was augmented by the acoustics of the royal chamber, "My my little Moonshadow, you've grown quite a lot haven't you? But you still seem to be quite a Mystery even after all these years, and still playing childish games of skipping out on your duties, just like when you were a youngling skipping lessons on how to be a proper drone for our glorious colony. I would ask you what yo had to say about this, if you could even muster up the courage to speak that is. Your behavior and attitude, I had held hopes you would be an asset to us with your unique features, but all I see in you is a mockery of our kind. A pathetic little hatchling that tries so hard to be unique and an individual like one of those miserable ponies, and yet you can't even fit in or contribute to our cause or survival properly..."
Gritting his teeth & fangs he glanced up, eyes filled with a sudden confidence and rage daring to interrupt her, "I..........I...am...NOT. a hatchling!"
A smirk crossing her face Chrysallis looked at him "My my, the little drone actually does speak. Tell me Moonshadow, what has suddenly brought about this fit of courage and this sudden ability to speak?"
Glaring at her he held his head up, defiant of the typical submissionthat would normally come with being a drone "I....am......I am not like you....i don't want to be one of you........I cannot stand life here anymore"
Her enjoyment of his earlier moment faded and she glared right back "Defiant are we? Do not desire to be one of US, is that it? You feel that you're too good to be a changeling, that you're to GOOD to aid our glorious colony and our survival?!"
Tears welling up in his eyes he speaks again "I do not care about the colony.........the colony does not care about me.......you are not MY queen.....and I am not your drone......I would....rather be.....be......."
Hearing him stammer she egged further "Would rather be WHAT? One of those silly little ponies? Prancing about like one of them? As if they would or even could consider you to be like t hem."
The tone of her voice and her words hurt, but the pain was nothing new, his ownt houghts knew what she said was true, but he still spoke once more "I.......i don't care.....i would rather be completely alone....or even dead than stay down in this dark miserable hole!"
Anger began to quell inside of Chrysallis "Very well, if THAT is what you desire. Guards, deal with this foolish worm! But do not kill him, le t him find out just how hard it will be to get sympathy from their kind, the way we did so many moons ago at the hoof of Starswirl the Bearded!"
Chrysallis' guards did take himout of the colony, and into the Everfree forest where they beat him to near death, and to add insult to injury broke the glasses he had kept and used that were given to him so long ago. He lay there for what felt like hours his carapace aching in ways he did not know it could By sheer stroke of luck he was not bothered by the creatures of the Everfree Forest, possibly due to them feeling he was already dead. As he struggled to his hooves he used his magic to pick the glasses remnants off the ground holding them in front of his eyes as best as he can to try and find his way out to safety, blood dripping onto the ground. The journey out took hours, and without a genuine home to go back to Moonshadow was left feeling more alone and depressed than ever. After finally exiting the forest and struggling to make his way to an old dilapidated homestead Moonshadow feinted upon the dust covered floor, where he would lay in a pain ridden state slowly recovering for a few days.
Three days later, having spent the days and nights since the first time of standing his ground in agonizing pain while awake and with depressing dreams at night compounding his feelings of being alone and outcast, he finally awakens eyes blurred finding it hard for him to see things around him. Unknown to Moonshadow while he was unconscious, Princess Celestia had sent Twilight Sparkle to oversee the Ponyville hosting of the Summer Sun celebration, during that time she had become the resident of the Golden Oak library along with her assistant Spike, and Nightmare Moon had returned and been defeated & returned to her true form as Princess Luna. Still feeling exhausted from the ordeal, Moonshadow searched the old shack managing to find some discarded pieces of clothing, tattered and dingy. using them to cover his body so that he cold walk about without setting off alarms, believing that his appearance will make living there impossible. Once more picking his glasses up with magic he shrugs at the sight of his first and only gift and does his best to bind them together with twine left dangling on the wall where old photo frames once hung.
With a light limp still aching and sore, Moonshadow left th at rickety old hobble and made his way disguised as best as he could to Ponyville seeming like nothing more than a homeless beggar shuffling about, doing his best to make his way to the library where he h oped he could find some simple spell to heal himself and fi x his glasses. But as he slowly approached he witnessed a group of ponies and a baby dragon entering inside and heard speech of tickets to some party "The Grand Galloping Galla" an event he had read about but didn't feel he'd ever see. He watched and waited, and after several minutes and nearly givi n gup hope he saw them all leave one after the other. As quickly as he could upon them getting out of eye sight he went over and entered inside, using what little magic he could muster to create a dim light to begin searching for anything to help him. As he read through as m any books as possible he stumbled upon ancient symbols one of which he would later adopt as his cutie mark. After finally finding what he needed he heard talk again, and quickly had to put the book back and make his way out a window, wishing to avoid being seen for fear of what else might happen.
[End pre-Nightmare Moon arc, to be continued with additions to the story ASAP)