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Metamorpha; Changeling queen
Topic Started: Sep 21 2012, 01:42 PM (390 Views)
Tenebris
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Basic Info

Name: Princess Metamorpha
Race: Changeling Queen cast
Class: [Changeling Queen] [-] [Open] [Locked]
Level: 2
Power: 1
Agility: 2
Mind: 3
Will 3
RPXP: 27
Credits: 300

Character Details
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Description:
On appearance, Metamorpha isn’t a particularly special changeling, other then her queen caste. She stands at about the height of an average human, with a dark gray, almost black skin like carapace, she walks on four hole riddled legs, has a raggedy looking mane and tail of a sickly blue, insect wings, and green silted pupils. Within her mouth rests a dangerous looking set of fangs, and on her head is a long jagged horn.
World: My Little Pony
Hometown: The badlands bordering Equestria.
Motivation: To amass power, skill, and allies enough to start her own hive and over throw her mother, The Queen.
Strengths: Intelligent, Driven, Is a changeling queen caste, with all the gifts associated
Weaknesses: Must feed off of love regularly to survive and fuel her power, Rather arrogant at times, Young and inexperienced about the universe outside of Equestria.
Alignment: Chaotic neutral
Personality: Metamporpha can be easily callous and cold at times, but is also very driven in her goal of power and revenge. She is however not one to underestimate the importance of allies, and will guard most of them very protectively when she can. Even gaining a slight motherliness to those that choose to serve under her.
Backstory:
The dank and dark hollowed halls of the hive dripped with green luminescent slim. A tall, dark, clean and lithe quadrupedal figure walked down the deep tunnels towards a huge chamber, placed in the very center of the massive hive. She entered the thrown room with a stride. Walking towards the towering thrown, held high by what appeared to be a mountain of dirt, slim, and eggs. Royal guard of the worrier cast stood around the mighty thrown, guarding its precious occupant. Even the walls seemed to shift with the bodies of thousands of drones that scuttled over it, in and out of holes dotted all around the room, following their jobs across the hive. "Presenting Princess Metamorpha, nineteenth hair to the hive's throne."

The large creature that sat atop the thrown watched the young queen, who still only a princess, approach with cold eyes. "What could she be here for?" whispered the changelings. "King Metamorphose, her father, died recently," whispered another, "assassinated they say." "But who could have done that? If it was the Equestrian military we’d know." "That means the assassin must have come from inside the-" "Quiet! If the queen hears you talking like that…." "Well at least she has plenty of other kings to replace him."

Metamorpha came to a tattered red carpet that followed its way up the massive mound to where the thrown sat, and stood there. looking up at the hive’s ruler with determined eyes, "Hail Mother, my farther, the king, is dead!" She shouted, the unexpected anger causing many of the workers to slow down their jobs, watching the scene before them.

The queen’s eyes glared down, her carapace was dark and tattered from age, her horn long from magical prowess, and her distended abdomen jutted out behind her, continually producing the new loyal subjects of the swarm. "This is old news. What of it?" her voice was cold, and formal, completely devoid of any motherly qualities.

"What of it?" Metamorpha repeated back, feeling as though her reasons where obvious. The Queen spoke after only a moment of silence, "You sought an audience with this hive's queen simply to inform me of that?!" She turned to one of the guards, "Send the next one in, I have no time for these larvae games." At hearing this, Metamorpha began to run up the stair like mound towards the thrown, her mouth gritted in anger, "Mother!". Two royal guards moved between them only for the queen to wave a forward appendage, telling them to stand down. "Why didn’t you protect Father! You are the greatest changeling of these lands if not the whole world! How could you have let him die???" The Queen then simply replied, "I had no use for that weakling." Metamorpha stopped, "…Weakling?" The Queen then continued, "Yes, he was the most pathetic of all my kings, and was sending you soft, I have no time for cretins like that. Only the strong are useful, THAT is what it means to be a part of this hive."

The princess was silent, not being able to find the words to continue. Her father was one of the few creatures in existence she’d ever cared for, one of the few brings to ever show her kindness, the only thing that had allowed her what she thought might be a taste of what the ponies felt. The moment he died she felt it though the hive mind, it almost destroyed her, "In that case…" She spoke quietly but then threw her head up in loud protest, "Then I don't want to be your heir, I GIVE UP MY CLAIM TO THE THRONE!"

The whole room echoed with gasps and muffled whispers from the on looking changelings, "I'm sick and tired of all these lies and betrayals, and all these fighting and scheming over who will succeed you mother! I've had enough!"

The Queen’s head rose slowly as she spoke, "You are dead…" The princess looked on in confusion before she continued, "You are dead because you have never lived. You have never done anything to deserve any of what you possess. You where dead from the moment to hatched" He voice began to raise in volume, "Who gave you your comfortable home, your servants, the water you drink or the food you devour, your very life! I gave them all to you! you are nothing to me because you have never existed! YET YOU DARE SPEAK SUCH FOOLISHNESS TO ME!" Her jagged horn then flashed to life as she griped the young princes by the neck and lifted her struggling, gasping body into the air, "Metamorpha, you are dead, you are not entitled to any of mine or any rights, and you dare to dishonor me like this?" She stared coldly at her daughter. "You are exiled from this hive, from all my lands. Return and it will be on pain of death. You will not say good by, you will not gather any belongings. You will leave this instant and never return…"

One hour later…

Listen to this as you read the following story:


She slowly pulled her warn body up the muddy track of the sloping earth. The sky was thick with rain as her hole riddled legs where filled with mud, and her hair soaked with rain. Finally she looked up… and saw a tree… this was it… the edge of the badlands. She turned her head back to the place that was the only home she'd ever known, far in the distance was the massive spires of the hive city, the center of her mothers empire. the dark objects glowed with an unsettling green in the dark storm.

She finally came to the cliff face over looking a great deal of the dark, dead valley. She felt her emotions racing, anger, sorrow, hate, fear…. She had nothing. all she had was her own body and mind…. Nothing else. She looked up into the sky, she couldn’t see it past the clouds, but she knew what was behind… stars, and other worlds that had recently discovered her world. With that she had it, she now had a third thing, and ambition. She’d leave for the stars, and she’d return… better and stronger then her mother. She’d start a her own hive, and with the technology, knowledge, and allies, she’d one day return, and she’d defeat her.

She then held her head high, and began to sing,

"Low and defeated
humiliated!
tears in my eyes and anger in my empty heart!"


Suddenly her horn began to glow, collecting the rain and forming it into green glowing shapes. The images of changeling swarms in the millions flew across, all around one massive flying hive. She watched it longingly, her likeness leading the swarm.

"I will come back much stronger!
and I will seek you out so,
then all will see who is the best!"


She turned, letting the water splash into the mud, and walked away, through the trees towards Equestria. As she moved her voice, and its music ran through the storm,

"Long gone are days of loss and,
I've found at long last now,
I will embrace victory!"


"I will not hide in shame"

She threw her head up, a determined face framed in tears sang into the air,

"No longer shamed!
I will stand tall and proud
for I will Rise!"


Her wings, though wet, began to rapidly beat slowly rising her above the trees to once again look over at the spires, now beginning dim lights in the storm

"Flow through me
greatest foe,
let it be know I will defeat you!"


She then fell to the ground, turned, and slowly commenced the long journey ahead of her.

Equipment: Small pouch, three basic blasters, six thermal detonators, two blaster rifles
Allies: None, yet
Spells:
Telekinesis - The ability to magically levitate objects.
Bewitchment (requires an extended time or high love energies to make) - The power to gain control of another's mind, and make them think they love the caster. This spell is very powerful and is usually used to create a feeding connection between a changeling and their victim. It takes time to make a working connection, although one can be forced if the changeling already has enough love energy
Feed (Victim must love the caster, or think they do) - This spell allows the changeling to gather love energy from a victim, their primary food sauce and fuel for their magic. The victim must offer little or no resistance, and love the changeling, or at least think they love them through a bewitchment spell. A victim who has been fed upon will be temporarily weakened. Gathered love can also be stored for transportation and given to other changelings.

Techniques:
Change Form - The greatest gift of the changelings, the power to look, feel and sound like another being of similar size. They do not gain any special abilities associated with the form they take.
Changeling Flight - The ability to fly with insect like wings
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Well, aside from a few spelling errors, she's a really well made character! It'll be awesome to see where she goes in the Verse!

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