Najasa Luxuria Khepri

Roleplay Medium (Preferred RP Location)

Wall Posts, Private Messages, Forums

Skin / Coat Color

Black appaloosa

Eye Color

Underworld pink

Preferred Roleplay Genre(s)

Action, Adventure, Slice of Life, Mystery, Horror, Romance, Sci-Fi, Fantasy

Cutiemark (If Applicable)

Upside down two-toned heart with three-toned fire

Design Description

Black appaloosa female with a cutie mark that is an upside down two-tone heart with three-toned fire, dark magenta mane with no tail fur, a naturally always curled medium length tail and hoof tufts on the front legs that are slightly dark and magenta ; dark pink eyes.

Detailed Personality

Najasa is a striking mare who quickly gets your attention with her black appaloosa flank , spotted like a white night. Her eyes, a bright hot pink, stand out against her dark fur, and her mane and tail are a flow of dark pink/magenta, adding bold color to her special look.

This unique appearance is a charm that Najasa uses well. She moves with grace, speaks with a gentle, pleasing voice, and always seems nice, making her easy to approach. This outward kindness isn't just how she is; it's a smart ... View More

Hometown

The Badlands

Detailed History

It was the eve of the Siege of Canterlot, and the teeming masses of changelings, one named Plecia felt a growing unease. Unlike her brethren, who reveled in the thought of siphoning the abundant love from Canterlot, Plecia harbored a deep-seated aversion to their queen's brutal tactics. She saw herself and her fellow changelings not as warriors, but as disposable tools in Chrysalis's grand, selfish scheme. The idea of being a mere "set piece" in a war that wasn't hers sickened her.

As the final ... View MoreIt was the eve of the Siege of Canterlot, and the teeming masses of changelings, one named Plecia felt a growing unease. Unlike her brethren, who reveled in the thought of siphoning the abundant love from Canterlot, Plecia harbored a deep-seated aversion to their queen's brutal tactics. She saw herself and her fellow changelings not as warriors, but as disposable tools in Chrysalis's grand, selfish scheme. The idea of being a mere "set piece" in a war that wasn't hers sickened her.

As the final preparations for the assault were underway, Plecia made a desperate decision: she would escape. Under the cloak of night, she attempted to slip away from the chrysalis swarm, hoping to vanish into the shadows and find a life free from the queen's tyrannical grip. But Chrysalis, with her expanding network of loyalists and heightened senses, was not easily evaded. Before Plecia could clear the perimeter, the queen's growing number of guards, alerted to her desertion, descended upon her.

The confrontation was swift and brutal. Plecia, though resourceful, was no match for the combined might of Chrysalis's enforcers. She fought with the desperation of a cornered animal, but the sheer force of their attack overwhelmed her. She was nearly killed, her very essence threatening to unravel. In the chaos of the struggle, a critical blow was struck to her internal organs and her love sack, the ethereal organ that allowed changelings to store and transmit love throughout their bodies and fuel their transformations. The damage was severe and irreparable.

Plecia managed to survive, but the incident left her irrevocably altered. The damaged love sack could no longer hold a stable supply of love; it leaked constantly, demanding a perpetual influx to prevent her form from deteriorating. Her once fluid transformations became erratic, and maintaining her physical integrity became a constant struggle.

Forced to adapt, Plecia developed a new, cunning survival mechanism. She crafted a persona, Najasa, a seductive broodmare that allowed her to interact with ponies, particularly stallions, under the guise of friendship and charm. Her alluring uniform, designed to draw attention and inspire affection, became her most potent tool. Through this carefully constructed facade, she would subtly absorb the love she so desperately needed, a constant, low-level feeding that sustained her damaged form. She became a master of emotional manipulation, not out of malice, but out of a stark necessity to simply exist. The war she had tried to escape had branded her, making her a perpetual seeker of the very emotion she once helped steal, forever bound to a life of quiet desperation and calculated charm.

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Skills / Notable Talent(s)

Transformation

Social skills

Spells

Transformation