Ghost Writer

[Lionheart]

Name: Ghost Writer

Nickname: Ghost, Ghostie

Gender: Female

Species: Unicorn

Age: Mare

Cutie Mark: A scroll and a red feather quill.

Occupation: Accomplished novelist and playwright. Currently writing the Coltillion Ballroom's spring and winter plays.

Appearance: Ghost Writer is a mare of average height, though slightly on the shorter end of that spectrum, and curvier physique than most. Her coat is a blue-grey, subtly dappled with a slightly darker shade in some areas. It's not terribly noticeable to be honest, but it's there. Her eyes, somewhat soft and distinctly feminine, are a bright red that match the feather of the quill of her cutie mark, and, incidentally, the specks and sparkles of her magic are the very same red. Her tail, naturally dark charcoal, is cropped short and cut thin and choppy. Most of her mane resembles this, and is spiked upwards, while the forelock of her mane has been dyed red, to match her eyes and cutie mark and magic, and grows out in a wave and a curl.

Personality: Ghost is generally a very quiet soul, and she likes to avoid the public eye. Being an accomplished author, this is difficult, and while she's willing to travel for book signings as her publishers wish, she schedules them as few and far apart as she can manage. Most ponyfolk in Foalton seem to respect her reclusive nature, and they make no plans to see her at any major events. In a one-on-one or small group setting, though, especially when someone she's exceptionally comfortable around is involved, Ghost is pleasant and sometimes even exciteable. As of late, she's taken up a hobby of exploring some of the areas around Foalton; her curiosity always had gotten the better of her when walking past a cave.

History: Born to a pair of Fillydelphian Earth Ponies (it was a bit of a surprise when their second foal was a unicorn), Ghost Writer was raised with her older brother, Snake Eyes. A few years after, though, their father fell ill and passed, and Snake Eyes struck out on his own. From this point on, Ghost was always somewhat at odds with her mother. Some days they got along well enough, but most they butted heads, and the filly was always quickest to give in, though she certainly wasn't happy about it, and it didn't help at all that they moved to Canterlot so soon after the family had been torn apart.

As an escape, the filly turned to books and plays. She ate up novels written by Terry Pratchoof and Neil Gamane, and eventually tore through a trilogy written by Tolkien: Lord of the Reigns. It was then that she fell in love with literature, and she began to form her own worlds. That holiday break from school, she locked herself in her room. She took her meals there, and barely left to spend time with her brother when he came to visit for Hearth's Warming Eve. Finally, two days before the end of hte break, she burst out of her room with a novella-length rough draft and a shiny new cutie mark. And then she cut and dyed her tail and mane.

Upon completing school, and at much prompting from her brother, Ghost Writer edited her manuscript and sent it in to a publisher. It was met with enthusiasm, and soon she had a contract. With the contract under her belt, she found some friends from school and formed an acting troupe, for which she wrote plays. They traveled Equestria, putting on two plays a year, and met with mostly great success, and finally disbanded when the star of the troupe hit it big in Applewood.

And that leads us to now, in Foalton, where Ghost Writer resides in a cozy cottage on the edge of town, writes plays for the actors of the Coltillion Ballroom, and continues writing her novels. She may be found from time to time in the library, or speaking at the school, or dining in the bistro, or wandering the Canterberry Forest, and she will always be pleasant when approached. She's made Foalton her home, and the peaceful little town is just her style, though she's restless for excitement to inspire a new novel.

[Buggy]

Welcome to Foalton!
Watch your step, and please do enjoy your stay.