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Player

Name: Dragon
Personal Journal: dragonoflife
Contact Info: AIM: Dragon of Anger; dragonoflife
Timezone: Eastern
Characters Played: N/A

Character

Name: Zecora
Source: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic OU
Type: Player
Canon Point: The end of Season 2
History: Zecora at the wiki

Personality: In broad strokes, Zecora is a classic 'wise hermit' character. She has a great deal of wisdom and knowledge and is entirely willing to share it; she is also quite worldly, having come from a land so far away that zebras aren't even common knowledge to the average Ponyville resident.

Zecora can be quick to anger, or at least annoy -- most of her appearances end up with her shooting a look at somepony who's just messed up whatever she was in the middle of -- but generally that look and possibly a wry remark are enough to work it out. She rarely stays mad for very long; even after her entire house is wrecked, she quickly forgives all involved once the reasons come out, despite the reason being that the ponies responsible had decided she was evil on shoddy evidence. Despite these flashes of irritation, Zecora has immense patience, tolerance, and understanding -- particularly for younger ponies. She is quick to forgive mistakes, and quick to offer aid when ponies are in need.

Though remarkably blase about the very real dangers of the Everfree Forest, which likely are not any more fearsome than her homeland, Zecora is not immune to fear. When Princess Luna makes her ill-advisedly-dramatic entrance on Nightmare Night and Pinkie Pie suggests that Nightmare Moon has come, Zecora takes off in a panic the same as everypony else. Clearly, though perfectly prepared to deal with manticores, basilisks, and even dragons, Zecora very clearly draws the lines at ultimate evils.

If Zecora has a major flaw, it's that she comes off much, much creepier than she intends to. She lives in the Everfree Forest, presumably because it is more comfortable and home-like than Ponyville, which is so feared and incomprehensible to the inhabitants of Ponyville that they close the entire city down and hide when Zecora comes to town every month. Her home is decorated with creepy, ominous-looking masks that are intended to welcome guests; she wears a cloak that covers her face and makes her eyes shine an ominous yellow; her zebra language sounds like evil incantations, and she has a tendency to deliver helpful warnings in a way that sounds like she's cursing the person she's trying to advise.

Once she gains the acceptance of Ponyville, Zecora seems to value it quite highly -- to the extent that when she returns at a time when Ponyville has coincidentally been locked down and evacuated, she believes it's because of her presence and delivers a shockingly bitter couplet about how she should have just stayed home.

Zecora also tells the story of Nightmare Moon with obvious relish and enjoyment... and just a bit of over-the-top glee. She's somewhat theatrical by nature anyway, but when given the chance to really go wild, she does so with delight.

Abilities: Zecora is a very accomplished brewer of potions and concoctions with amazing effects. This is not magical in nature, but oftentimes these creations take rare or exotic ingredients. Her greatest proficiency lies in healing tonics, but she can also make dust that when blown into the air creates illusions and images to accompany a story she's telling. Overall, Zecora is incredibly knowledgeable about even obscure topics, even dragons.
Entry Fee: Her memories of Apple Bloom.
Starting Pin: Pin 107: Eyes Full of Hope
Samples:

A thread from DM


[She isn't sure she believes she's dead. Death, after all, seemed unlikely to feel exactly like being alive, which this does. And yet she can't deny that there are numbers ticking on the bottom of her hoof, or a curious device in the pocket of her cloak... which, thinking about, makes her mutter.]

This 'cell phone's' buttons are too small.
Not suitable for hooves at all.
Only a dragon, or a griffon's claws
Could use that strange thing without pause.
That 'human' I met, who told me to play...
Does he think all folk are shaped his way?

[Well. She certainly isn't going to find out by standing around pondering her fate. She reaches up with a hoof to pull the hood of her cloak up, something of a shield against the hostility of this strange new world she's found herself in. That, at least, seems to lend credence to the idea that she's dead -- this place looks nothing like anyplace she'd been while alive.]

I wonder, will they fear me here?
Bar their doors and steer clear?
If ponies thought a zebra strange
Surely these 'humans' will be no change.

[She frowns slightly, then sets her jaw and lifts her head. There's no choice but to continue on, and do what must be done,.]