Wondering Mage and Nurse
Dorothy as a changeling hosts multiple forms. Although she can change her shape to any creature she desires. There's two forms in which she transforms to which are considered 'hers’ in a sense.
The first is her pure changeling form. Dorothy although she is a queen changeling, is very short for her status and looks younger than how she is. Her chitin is a dark gray color with a desaturated blue shell and white wings. Her mane is long and usually isn't braided in this form.
The other is a young bat pony mare with a light grey coat and grey spots. Her mane is destaurated in this form and always breaded. She's most commonly seen wearing a large round pair of glasses which doesn't help with others discovering her age. She also looks younger than how she is in this form.
Learning and knowledge, books in general, adventures, foals and other types of children, flowers, love and affection, and most animals
Rules n such;
Please understand that I have a life outside of this site. I have college and that pretty much murders any chance at a social life. So please give me at least two days to reply to our RP before checking up on me.
Ask before roleplaying with me unless it's a chat based RP or I come up to you.
Please note I can be fairly shy and sometimes I can get overwhelmed, so please understand if I don't talk in conversations or roleplay in awhile, I'm not ignoring you but taking a break(or I forgot to, I'm very forgetful)
Please note that all art of Dorothy is made by me unless stated otherwise. If you're interested in my artwork please message me for my commission prices! I also accept art trades or trades/exchanges as well.
Please note that if our characters are in romantic relationship/dating it doesn't mean that we're dating in real life.
History and Details:
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Personality: </em></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>"No matter what you may think of me or you, no matter what you may say about me or youself, I would love you just the same forever and always..."</em></strong></p>
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<p><em><span style="font-weight: 400;">A true hero; a good-natured, gullible and impressionable young mare who can be somewhat easily manipulated. Her malleable, impressionable and anxious nature often comes off to others as her being submissive, gullible and spineless. She has a pronounced stutter, which easily gives off her insecurity. Which makes her the target of all sorts of mischief and demons of the night. She often has a low opinion of himself due to her lack of ability to live her life correctly. She tries to fit into the mold others give her in order to fit in and please those around her at the sacrifice of her own happiness and safety.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></span></em></p>
<p><em><span style="font-weight: 400;">It's a whole big, scary world out there. Dorothy had taken it upon herself to shut herself away from it all, protected in the world and the addiction of books and fantasy novels. She’s read so much of her life that she has drifted from reality a bit. She doesn't know how to be social without stating something relating to her novels. Her speak as old as the old nobel courts. Her ways heavily old fashioned. Although the few social situations she manages to find herself in; she either acts confident and enjoys herself or she just sinks away in attempt to go home.</span></em></p>
<p><em><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Her paranoia makes easily scared of the real world, easy to jump and generally easy to get a raise from. When not being scared of everything that ponies consider 'normal' and she likes things people consider weird, creepy or strange. She seeing the beauty of the least loved to downright monstrous.</span></em></p>
<p><em><span style="font-weight: 400;">Although she does have her fears, she's willing to protect anyone who she considers a friend. Even if it means possibly dying. Once you make friends with her, she's a friend for life. She would annoy you in the dead of night, possibly in the morning too. It depending on when she has time.</span></em></p>
<p><em><span style="font-weight: 400;">Dorothy despite of it all, is considered heavily intelligent. She is quick to learn, quick to adapt and quick to answer. It's pretty shocking how easy she can remember. She can memorize almost everything word to word, and can be pretty handy when you're really forgetful. It's hard to believe that she's a changeling isn't it?</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>History:</em></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>"For love is stronger than any hardship and strife, despite what you have done...to me, to yourself, to others...I will love you just the same. I will forgive you when others have not."</em></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>A very long time ago...A rarity born within a changeling hive deep within a world filled with snow and thickets. Dorothy was one of the rarer changeling queens born within a dying colony. A young Dorothy was hatched into a world against her and her kind, one which knew the dangers that her kind brought. It was diffcult to feed, those who did not fit within the mold of soicety beyond them fell to the dangers of beasts and in times their own prey. It was diffcult, but it was a life which many lived.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em> When her mother discovered that she birthed her next of kin she did the best thing she could do for her. A last gift of love she abandoned her daughter in a small and warm libary in a small village. She transformed her into a bat pony foal in hopes that she would be taken. This queen watched the foal for hours as a lone black bird. Awaiting until someone came to take her outside in the bittercold. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>A elderly women answered the door when her cries were heard. A simple note was left in her basket. <strong>"Please take care of my daughter. She is alone in this world. She would die out here. I don't want her to suffer."</strong> </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em> Dorothy was taken in by the library staff, and this queen would never see her daughter again. News spread about this foal's presence. Many unsure of what to do with her. So she was given to a unicorn couple who had been staying within the town for the winter: a traveling scholar and her huntsmen husband who recently lost their own daughter to illness.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>She was named 'Dorothy' after their past daughter and was loved dearly by her new parents.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>When spring came, they left and traveled back to their home. They settled down in a small village similar to the one they had stayed in, but the tempetures were much warmer. They noticed that she had grown faster than a normal foal did. She was seen galloping upon the meadows and eating flowers she wasn't supposed to. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>When she grew, she became more fasnacted in the realm of books. She often found herself learning new things within the village's only library. Dorothy became too drawn in this world of fantasy, casually forgetting about the world around her. She fell inlove with the stories of brave young knights saving the princess from an evil wizard or dragon, or the tale of four friends traveling to save their village from the horrors within the woods. This passion spilled into the real world, when she tried to leave home one day to 'fight a beast' lurking within the woods it became too much.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>Dorothy didn't have many friends within the village despite her being well liked by many, so she went in alone.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>The changeling foal charged inside with a wooden staff at her father had carved out for her when she played pretend. She played with the forest animals, well...she chased after them, pretending they were monsters. Her fun was harmless...but her father was close behind, worried sick about her and determind to bring his foal home before she got hurt. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>It was when it happened, Dorothy found a cave. Being the adventurous filly she was she ignored her father's adivce and ran straight in, awakening the bear sleeping within. The bear was..angry, very angry. The foal screamed and ran out with a large claw wound on her back. When this scream was heard her father sprinted into action. He with all of his might and his magic, killed the bear before he could do more harm to his daughter. </em><br /><br /><em>He picked her up, and taken care of her..but found it strange when she laid their passed out in his arms, that her wound was spilling green blood. Her disguse broke before him...and he saw her true nature. His daughter, all along, the filly that he cared for...was a changeling. A disgusting monster who stolen the love from him and his wife..the love he had for his own daughter, both living and dead. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>He was furious, he was upset...He leviated his knife over her in order to take the horrible creature of it's misery...but looking at the changeling before him...it was her size. It had her mane, and when she looked at him weakly and whispered, <strong>"P-papa..."</strong> it had her voice and her wonderful blue eyes. She was his daughter, Dorothy, all along. She didn't know that...she was this monsterous creature...it was her daughter.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>He dropped his knife, and smiled at her. He whispered in her ear, <strong>"It's okay, papa's here..."</strong> He began to cry and he healed her wound. Once he did, he as quietly and as disrectly as possible went back to their cabin home. Where his wife was in shock about her true nature...she wasn't sure how she felt about her beautiful and monsterous daughter. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>They still loved her anyways, despite the implications it would bring upon them all.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>When she woken, she naturally returned herself to her normal pony disguse, her wound fully healed. Her parents had warned her very well. <strong>"Dorothy, you are different. You are not what we thought you were...and you may not know it yourself...but you are a changeling. If anyone else in the village finds this out...they will kill you first, then they will kill us."</strong></em><strong> </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>This changed her, the once outgoing and friendly filly became more shy. She spent more time in the library and at school, what little friends she had forgotten her. She spent most of her time with her family, and reading books. When she became an adult, she was small and short, her growth stunted due to malnurouishment. She had gotten a job at the local library and became a teacher. She was well liked by the village for her knowledge and caring nature. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>One day, a famous huntsmen within the village asked if he could court her. Dorothy, was surprised...but she agreed. The two fell inlove and within a warm spring two years later they wed...there was one problem however: she actively prevented any sexual advances in fear that he would discover who she was. This made the huntsmen upset, but he grow old with her and adopted foals left on the street. Dorothy's parents had died of natural causes, burying their secert with them.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>It had been strange, when he grew and aged she did not. Dorothy was frozen in time, forever staying beautiful and young as their children and himself grew old. He became suspicious of his wife, and his suspicions turned into upset. Rumors floated around that she was a changeling, while many did not believe those rumors...it took a toll on her husband. One night of heavy drinking on a bitter cold winter, he confronted her in towns square, and for the first time within their loving marragie struck her with the blunt end of her own axe. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>She fell down, and fell down hard. Her now grown children had ran to defend her against their father. Much to everyone's shock...her disguse was dropped, there lied a changeling queen with her hair, her eyes and begging for help in her voice. It was in utter shock and disgust to the village, that this monsterous creature had lived among them for so long. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>They chased her out while she was injuried to the woods, all love they had for her dimished and vanished within a second. She was alone. She found herself hiding in a cave which she once played in, trying her best to fix her wounds. Her memories went back to that bear...and how it had hurt her too. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>She transformed into a bear, and did her best to heal her wounds while the villagers did their best to find the injuried changeling. They were not able to find the changeling, the snow had melted too much in order to find her tracks. They gave up on the hunt and went back to the village in order to discuss the next plan of action to prevent another changeling hiding among them.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>In the morning, she looked around and traveled away from those woods, from her home and the only world she knew into the grand wide world...alone and unafraid, ready to discover herself and everything the world had to offer her. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>How long has it been since she left her village? It had been too long for her to remember. Her husband and her own children must have died by now. </em><em>Either way, she did forgive them all for what they've done to her the moment that she laid bleeding in the snow on the bitter cold winter's night.</em></p>
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