Post by Plush Ramen on Jul 14, 2015 8:56:33 GMT
Name: Plush Ramen.
Nickname: Some call her Plushie, Others call her Maia, Many call her a Murderer.
Age: 28
Gender: Mare.
Species: Pegasus.
Place of Birth: Canterlot.
Occupation: Ex-Spy.
Allegiance: Unsure.
Relationship Status: Lost.
Mane: Feathered and wavy, her pitch black mane and tail showing no sign of much other color. However, within the years of aging, it would seem some grey strands of hair were soon to come. If one would look close, a small wave of hair could be seen braided as the stressed mare does this to remind herself of happier days.
Eyes: Blue.
Living Relatives: Autumn(Mother), Basil Pho(Father), ?
General Description: A pale orange to the general eye, Plush Ramen's coat is just like any other. Soft to the touch, her long mane and tail are generally never pulled back into a pony tail. Printed on the side of her flank, is a well known black paw print. Taller then a lot of mare's in this age, Plush often found herself wearing jackets for comfort. From the higher end of her collar bone and another on her left hoof, an interesting set of scars remain from a hospital time not too long ago.
Skills: Great at Sewing, the mare seems to never forget a step in the intricate string process, allowing her to sew much more then just stuffed animals these days. Knowledgeable in the martial arts and trained at a young age, Plush Ramen knows her way around a forceful punch. Quick on her hooves, the orange mare's hearing is almost like a bat's, giving her a slight advantage of physical move sets, of course unless your opponent is infact a bat pony. An average fast flyer at most, the pegasus herself has preformed a special aerial move time and time again to prove her wing strength at its best. Like a spinning sideways tornado, Plush Ramen's spin at this speed is definitely something that takes a toll on her energy and body. Usually knocking the enemy unconscious, Plush can never do this more then once a few days, leaving her exhausted and wanting to never do it again. Her main skill is being evasive, using her quick reflexes to get herself out of the normal trouble she finds herself in.
Faults: Keeping focused has always been one of her greatest weaknesses. Overthinking moves and often destroying her own plans and ideas due to her emotions, this is one thing she could never truly get a hold of. Unable to swim, Plush has always had a resentful time anywhere near water. Never knowing what road to take, the confused mare often finds herself unable to keep friends, for one reason or the next. Often quick to run away from something she regrets, restoring of problems is something she has yet to even learn. Terrible at social skills, the nervous pony is a hot pacing mess as she tries to overcome the world ahead.
Bad at keeping her anger under control after an incident in the past, her blow up attitude can not be good for anyone involved, especially her.
Equipment: Ever since her favorite black hoodie was destroyed, the orange mare has decided to carry no such weapons, for fear of causing more pain to others.
History: Born in the dark slums of Canterlot, Plush Ramen hadn't grown up with much. Although she felt grateful and appreciative towards her parents for providing her with a roof and food, Plush had her own dreams to look forward too. Originally setting out on her journey, Plush's dream had been to open up her own stuffed animal shop. Teaching herself the skills to sew, she had started making bits incredibly easily. Unfortunately for her, the business she wanted to get into was more like a fad. Plushies and soft beanie babies weren't going to pay the rent forever on a moving cart. With her parents always encouraging her she could go anywhere in life, she kept on trying.
Her efforts soon come to a stop when she runs into unwelcoming trouble in the dark alleyways of the night. Witnessing a murder, Plush frantically tries to escape with her life when she becomes noticed. Too afraid to flee at this point and trying her best to hold down her dinner, all the young mare could do was hope her death would come soon. Little did she know that this Muscular overweight thug boss in front of her had different plans. Scooping her up and taking the defenseless mare to his hideout, he was prepared to make a well trained villain out of her yet. Threatening the death of her parents, Plush had no other choice but to listen to the gang leader responsible. After spending an emotionally scarring amount of time living in the thugs basement, Plush had about enough of it. Between the beatings she would receive and the missions she'd get thrown into, she had begun to cry herself to sleep. Whispering small prayers to her Princess for any sign of help and not hearing back had left Plush lost in all hope. Not much after she had given up on life, she was given a partner. Just like her, this tan unicorn had a special gift. The gift of extreme teleportation. Between training hard with her only friend and learning how to make her abilities worthwhile, Plush Ramen had secretly begun to enjoy her line of work. After all, being an international spy for a mad man and the enemies of Equestria had its kicks.
Years passed as Plush and her partner Joxer's missions soon leveled up in difficulty. Unprepared for what was to come, the two had many questions left unanswered. After being told all of their hard work was setting in for an attack on the castle, all Plush could do was smile as she set forth to follow her duties without complaint.
Other: Almost like the sonar of a bat, Plush has an amazing ability to hear things a normal pony's ears just cant. Between whispers to creaks in the floor, her ears make a great asset towards her dangerous ninja job.
After getting told to steal the filly said to be Princess Celestia cursed, Plush Ramen and her faithful friend had ventured forth to get the job done. Upon attaining the filly however, the orange mare soon found herself conflicted. Did she really wish to destroy another's life like hers had been? Separating from Joxer by the mist of a large crowd, it didn't take long for Plush to return the princess to her rightful place. Getting rewarded by the lunar princess and asking for a guard to protect her, it seemed only fitting she would acquire protection after such a drastic switch to her plans.
The longer she stayed inside of the palace however, the longer the Dame hood of her position soon begun to sink in. She had it all, the lifestyle she dreamed of as a filly, why would she leave so soon? With a guard making her feel safe at night, it seemed all was as it should be. Until of course, the mare found herself crushing on the wrong guard.
Perhaps it was his glowing yellow eyes, or the way he nervously stood by her side as she grew closer, but all she could truly tell, was that she enjoyed every minute. Soon making the worst excuses to spend time with him, it would seem Plush's reasons for running away seemed to diminish over time. Love had found a way through the confusing times of these ponies, and with each day blooming into another, it seemed things couldn't get better.
That was .. Until Joxer found his way back into her life again. Pissed about news over his friends and crimes Plush had never committed too, the unicorn stallion had brought along another to Plush's chambers in a fury. Watching her lover's face twist at hearing her dreaded past, the orange mare rushed to flea from this world in the only way she knew how, death. Getting saved by the last pony she thought possible, it seemed Night Whisper wasn't about to give up on their relationship just yet. With trust issues bolded, their confusing love story would only meddle in darker affairs as time went on.
Helping each other through this rough patch and finding herself getting bitten by a poisonous rare spider, it was only a matter of time before the real truth hit the fan. Unable to fight its strong grip over her heart, the weakened mare assumed she was a goner. However, hearing a voice through the mist, it simply signaled for her to let it go. Obeying with a small chance that she might be able to see him one more time.. the darkness that had been hidden inside of the orange self hating mare for many years had finally been unleashed. This darkness, would soon be called one they all feared, Maia. Hurting much more then she ever truly intended, it felt as if a piece of her broke that dreaded day. Like a cloud in watch, Plush's body was no longer hers to control as the dark powerful and angry being took revenge on the ponies of today. All for what.. her old pain?
Never knowing that bottling up her feelings from a filly would turn into something so gruesome as it is now, Plush Ramen felt helpless. Fighting through it and feeling the chest pain each and every time, it soon did not matter how much pain she was truly in, as long as she could stop..herself. Watching too many die because of her reckless behavior, the focused mare had to end it at some point. Finally pushing through towards the end of Night's life, his screams of pain would never truly be forgotten.
Returning to her true self as the flames soon died down from a battle no lover would win, lips met her own as fresh tears streamed down her shame filled emotional face. And that, was the last time, she had ever saw the likes of Night Whisper..
5 Years And Summary!
It was bright in the hospital bed as Plush Ramen found herself awake in a sweat. Looking around and often spotting the same unusual yet terrifying guards keeping her imprisoned until she healed, her memories flashed through her mind like a deck of cards.
Remembering attacking Night Whisper in his own hospital bed, the orange mare's mind had flickered to the dangerous black alicorn stallion. He was dark and alluring, but more so, he was untrustworthy and deadly. For whatever reason, back then, Plush had found herself lost in her own body. With an inner darkness taking over, the ball of anger inside of her had soon found what it was looking for, control. Coming back with vengence, the darkness called Maya had soon begun to destroy everything the original Plush was so desperate to restore. Perhaps Plush was too weak, or maybe she truly just didnt wish to be in this life any longer. Whatever the reason, she had soon regretted it as time passed. Watching her friends die before her eyes, it was only a matter of time before she gave up on them all.
Back then, it was all like a horrible nightmare, nothing made sense. The crime rates went sky rocking, and the guards were in full force, leading up to the scene Plush never wished to see, Princess Celestia's weakest day. With a force of evil after the crown, it was only a matter of time before their mission had become a success. But what of her friends? What of the crown? Never knowing what happened past this point in time, Plush Ramen's subconscious tried to block out the rest. Fighting hard to break free of her own demon before the only stallion she cared for left was dead on the floor, Plush pushed herself to the limit that day. And for what? A lunar guard who would then hate her forever?
Time passed on, Luna came and went, and everything was as it should be.. for her. Feeling beyond guilty for causing the victims such stress, Plush Ramen promised herself that this was all for the better good. Wanting to die right there and then, it seemed as if something or somepony was stopping her. After a few bumps in the mind road, the orange mare knew she had to finish out her sentence. It was what was right, and fair in this world, and she truly had no right complaining for her sins.
Finally being taken to the prison after months of healing from her gruesome battles, the effects on her body after letting all of that anger out were as if her body was ready for years of rest. Getting to the prison however and placed in Solitary for her actions, it would appear trying to get rest was exactly what she was going to do. It was only a life sentence after all. surely one pony would send her a letter. ONE pony in that mix should have been curious enough to ask more questions, or even care.. Unfortunately, as time passed on, nothing came.
Hearing whispers on the outside every so often by her door cell, Plush would try her best to snoop as words of war were discussed. Rolling her eyes and never thinking something like that would happen, she ignored their opinions with her own. Waking up one day however to the sound of an alarm, it seemed prisoners were allowed..to go free? Leaping to the chance and feeling the bones in her legs aching to stretch, the raven maned pegasus awaited for her door to open as well. Time passed, again, and again, and yet, the more she stood waiting, the longer she would be disappointed.
Eventually drooping her ears and returning to the same uncomfortable bed she had been in in a long time, Plush Ramen gave up. Not ever caring on the outside world and simply waiting for the time of death to reach her, seconds ticked on as the odd texture of the ceiling allowed her to mentally draw pictures on those white painted walls. What was this odd feeling? Insane? Crazed? Talking to herself as time went on, Maya's voice had soon faded to a low whisper, too weak to give a response as she now found herself more alone then ever. In her spare time, thoughts of her childhood were often pressed to her subconscious, becoming core memories as she smiled through the obvious tears in her pillow.
So where is she now? In this same prison, no longer caring as to the reasons of life, but more so awaiting death in its final form. Praying for Nightmare Moon from time to time in desperation, nothing ever seemed to break the lonely streak as 5 whole years passed like nothing had ever happened. So how did it come to this? How did an innocent filly end up in so much pain? Why get experimented on so young that your own darkness betrays you? This is something she will never find out.
Nickname: Some call her Plushie, Others call her Maia, Many call her a Murderer.
Age: 28
Gender: Mare.
Species: Pegasus.
Place of Birth: Canterlot.
Occupation: Ex-Spy.
Allegiance: Unsure.
Relationship Status: Lost.
Mane: Feathered and wavy, her pitch black mane and tail showing no sign of much other color. However, within the years of aging, it would seem some grey strands of hair were soon to come. If one would look close, a small wave of hair could be seen braided as the stressed mare does this to remind herself of happier days.
Eyes: Blue.
Living Relatives: Autumn(Mother), Basil Pho(Father), ?
General Description: A pale orange to the general eye, Plush Ramen's coat is just like any other. Soft to the touch, her long mane and tail are generally never pulled back into a pony tail. Printed on the side of her flank, is a well known black paw print. Taller then a lot of mare's in this age, Plush often found herself wearing jackets for comfort. From the higher end of her collar bone and another on her left hoof, an interesting set of scars remain from a hospital time not too long ago.
Skills: Great at Sewing, the mare seems to never forget a step in the intricate string process, allowing her to sew much more then just stuffed animals these days. Knowledgeable in the martial arts and trained at a young age, Plush Ramen knows her way around a forceful punch. Quick on her hooves, the orange mare's hearing is almost like a bat's, giving her a slight advantage of physical move sets, of course unless your opponent is infact a bat pony. An average fast flyer at most, the pegasus herself has preformed a special aerial move time and time again to prove her wing strength at its best. Like a spinning sideways tornado, Plush Ramen's spin at this speed is definitely something that takes a toll on her energy and body. Usually knocking the enemy unconscious, Plush can never do this more then once a few days, leaving her exhausted and wanting to never do it again. Her main skill is being evasive, using her quick reflexes to get herself out of the normal trouble she finds herself in.
Faults: Keeping focused has always been one of her greatest weaknesses. Overthinking moves and often destroying her own plans and ideas due to her emotions, this is one thing she could never truly get a hold of. Unable to swim, Plush has always had a resentful time anywhere near water. Never knowing what road to take, the confused mare often finds herself unable to keep friends, for one reason or the next. Often quick to run away from something she regrets, restoring of problems is something she has yet to even learn. Terrible at social skills, the nervous pony is a hot pacing mess as she tries to overcome the world ahead.
Bad at keeping her anger under control after an incident in the past, her blow up attitude can not be good for anyone involved, especially her.
Equipment: Ever since her favorite black hoodie was destroyed, the orange mare has decided to carry no such weapons, for fear of causing more pain to others.
History: Born in the dark slums of Canterlot, Plush Ramen hadn't grown up with much. Although she felt grateful and appreciative towards her parents for providing her with a roof and food, Plush had her own dreams to look forward too. Originally setting out on her journey, Plush's dream had been to open up her own stuffed animal shop. Teaching herself the skills to sew, she had started making bits incredibly easily. Unfortunately for her, the business she wanted to get into was more like a fad. Plushies and soft beanie babies weren't going to pay the rent forever on a moving cart. With her parents always encouraging her she could go anywhere in life, she kept on trying.
Her efforts soon come to a stop when she runs into unwelcoming trouble in the dark alleyways of the night. Witnessing a murder, Plush frantically tries to escape with her life when she becomes noticed. Too afraid to flee at this point and trying her best to hold down her dinner, all the young mare could do was hope her death would come soon. Little did she know that this Muscular overweight thug boss in front of her had different plans. Scooping her up and taking the defenseless mare to his hideout, he was prepared to make a well trained villain out of her yet. Threatening the death of her parents, Plush had no other choice but to listen to the gang leader responsible. After spending an emotionally scarring amount of time living in the thugs basement, Plush had about enough of it. Between the beatings she would receive and the missions she'd get thrown into, she had begun to cry herself to sleep. Whispering small prayers to her Princess for any sign of help and not hearing back had left Plush lost in all hope. Not much after she had given up on life, she was given a partner. Just like her, this tan unicorn had a special gift. The gift of extreme teleportation. Between training hard with her only friend and learning how to make her abilities worthwhile, Plush Ramen had secretly begun to enjoy her line of work. After all, being an international spy for a mad man and the enemies of Equestria had its kicks.
Years passed as Plush and her partner Joxer's missions soon leveled up in difficulty. Unprepared for what was to come, the two had many questions left unanswered. After being told all of their hard work was setting in for an attack on the castle, all Plush could do was smile as she set forth to follow her duties without complaint.
Other: Almost like the sonar of a bat, Plush has an amazing ability to hear things a normal pony's ears just cant. Between whispers to creaks in the floor, her ears make a great asset towards her dangerous ninja job.
After getting told to steal the filly said to be Princess Celestia cursed, Plush Ramen and her faithful friend had ventured forth to get the job done. Upon attaining the filly however, the orange mare soon found herself conflicted. Did she really wish to destroy another's life like hers had been? Separating from Joxer by the mist of a large crowd, it didn't take long for Plush to return the princess to her rightful place. Getting rewarded by the lunar princess and asking for a guard to protect her, it seemed only fitting she would acquire protection after such a drastic switch to her plans.
The longer she stayed inside of the palace however, the longer the Dame hood of her position soon begun to sink in. She had it all, the lifestyle she dreamed of as a filly, why would she leave so soon? With a guard making her feel safe at night, it seemed all was as it should be. Until of course, the mare found herself crushing on the wrong guard.
Perhaps it was his glowing yellow eyes, or the way he nervously stood by her side as she grew closer, but all she could truly tell, was that she enjoyed every minute. Soon making the worst excuses to spend time with him, it would seem Plush's reasons for running away seemed to diminish over time. Love had found a way through the confusing times of these ponies, and with each day blooming into another, it seemed things couldn't get better.
That was .. Until Joxer found his way back into her life again. Pissed about news over his friends and crimes Plush had never committed too, the unicorn stallion had brought along another to Plush's chambers in a fury. Watching her lover's face twist at hearing her dreaded past, the orange mare rushed to flea from this world in the only way she knew how, death. Getting saved by the last pony she thought possible, it seemed Night Whisper wasn't about to give up on their relationship just yet. With trust issues bolded, their confusing love story would only meddle in darker affairs as time went on.
Helping each other through this rough patch and finding herself getting bitten by a poisonous rare spider, it was only a matter of time before the real truth hit the fan. Unable to fight its strong grip over her heart, the weakened mare assumed she was a goner. However, hearing a voice through the mist, it simply signaled for her to let it go. Obeying with a small chance that she might be able to see him one more time.. the darkness that had been hidden inside of the orange self hating mare for many years had finally been unleashed. This darkness, would soon be called one they all feared, Maia. Hurting much more then she ever truly intended, it felt as if a piece of her broke that dreaded day. Like a cloud in watch, Plush's body was no longer hers to control as the dark powerful and angry being took revenge on the ponies of today. All for what.. her old pain?
Never knowing that bottling up her feelings from a filly would turn into something so gruesome as it is now, Plush Ramen felt helpless. Fighting through it and feeling the chest pain each and every time, it soon did not matter how much pain she was truly in, as long as she could stop..herself. Watching too many die because of her reckless behavior, the focused mare had to end it at some point. Finally pushing through towards the end of Night's life, his screams of pain would never truly be forgotten.
Returning to her true self as the flames soon died down from a battle no lover would win, lips met her own as fresh tears streamed down her shame filled emotional face. And that, was the last time, she had ever saw the likes of Night Whisper..
5 Years And Summary!
It was bright in the hospital bed as Plush Ramen found herself awake in a sweat. Looking around and often spotting the same unusual yet terrifying guards keeping her imprisoned until she healed, her memories flashed through her mind like a deck of cards.
Remembering attacking Night Whisper in his own hospital bed, the orange mare's mind had flickered to the dangerous black alicorn stallion. He was dark and alluring, but more so, he was untrustworthy and deadly. For whatever reason, back then, Plush had found herself lost in her own body. With an inner darkness taking over, the ball of anger inside of her had soon found what it was looking for, control. Coming back with vengence, the darkness called Maya had soon begun to destroy everything the original Plush was so desperate to restore. Perhaps Plush was too weak, or maybe she truly just didnt wish to be in this life any longer. Whatever the reason, she had soon regretted it as time passed. Watching her friends die before her eyes, it was only a matter of time before she gave up on them all.
Back then, it was all like a horrible nightmare, nothing made sense. The crime rates went sky rocking, and the guards were in full force, leading up to the scene Plush never wished to see, Princess Celestia's weakest day. With a force of evil after the crown, it was only a matter of time before their mission had become a success. But what of her friends? What of the crown? Never knowing what happened past this point in time, Plush Ramen's subconscious tried to block out the rest. Fighting hard to break free of her own demon before the only stallion she cared for left was dead on the floor, Plush pushed herself to the limit that day. And for what? A lunar guard who would then hate her forever?
Time passed on, Luna came and went, and everything was as it should be.. for her. Feeling beyond guilty for causing the victims such stress, Plush Ramen promised herself that this was all for the better good. Wanting to die right there and then, it seemed as if something or somepony was stopping her. After a few bumps in the mind road, the orange mare knew she had to finish out her sentence. It was what was right, and fair in this world, and she truly had no right complaining for her sins.
Finally being taken to the prison after months of healing from her gruesome battles, the effects on her body after letting all of that anger out were as if her body was ready for years of rest. Getting to the prison however and placed in Solitary for her actions, it would appear trying to get rest was exactly what she was going to do. It was only a life sentence after all. surely one pony would send her a letter. ONE pony in that mix should have been curious enough to ask more questions, or even care.. Unfortunately, as time passed on, nothing came.
Hearing whispers on the outside every so often by her door cell, Plush would try her best to snoop as words of war were discussed. Rolling her eyes and never thinking something like that would happen, she ignored their opinions with her own. Waking up one day however to the sound of an alarm, it seemed prisoners were allowed..to go free? Leaping to the chance and feeling the bones in her legs aching to stretch, the raven maned pegasus awaited for her door to open as well. Time passed, again, and again, and yet, the more she stood waiting, the longer she would be disappointed.
Eventually drooping her ears and returning to the same uncomfortable bed she had been in in a long time, Plush Ramen gave up. Not ever caring on the outside world and simply waiting for the time of death to reach her, seconds ticked on as the odd texture of the ceiling allowed her to mentally draw pictures on those white painted walls. What was this odd feeling? Insane? Crazed? Talking to herself as time went on, Maya's voice had soon faded to a low whisper, too weak to give a response as she now found herself more alone then ever. In her spare time, thoughts of her childhood were often pressed to her subconscious, becoming core memories as she smiled through the obvious tears in her pillow.
So where is she now? In this same prison, no longer caring as to the reasons of life, but more so awaiting death in its final form. Praying for Nightmare Moon from time to time in desperation, nothing ever seemed to break the lonely streak as 5 whole years passed like nothing had ever happened. So how did it come to this? How did an innocent filly end up in so much pain? Why get experimented on so young that your own darkness betrays you? This is something she will never find out.