Inky Rose
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Inky Rose is a pegasus mare from Equestria.
Inky has a light periwinkle coat and indigo eyes; her mane and tail are long and shades of dark grayish lavender. She has straight bangs that fall just above her eyes and usually wears her mane in twin braids that fall to her shoulders. She often wears dark eyeliner and grayish magenta eyeshadow.
Inky is a very tall mare, standing 4'5", a bit taller than the average stallion; she has a lanky build with four lithe legs, a slim rump, and large teats between her thighs. She is 25 and has a resting sad face, longer-then-average snout, and expressive ears. Her cutie mark is a black rose with three drops of ink running from it.
Inky is an awkward and introverted mare with a passion for goth culture and fashion as well as reading and painting. Her demeanor and voice are usually very flat, being afraid to fully show her true emotions, particularly positive ones. She has a gloomy aura about her that to some ponies can seem brooding and intimidating, particularly coupled with her height, hence why she usually strays away from crowds, much preferring the night. Inky has an interest in the history of Equestria and its relationship with the occult, and was from an early age fascinated with Princess Luna, having dedicated a shrine to her in her foalhood bedroom's closet well before her return alongside Celestia. Despite being a pegasus, Inky also has a fascination with magic, being particularly interested in homebrew methods involving charms, crystals, and potions, typically to mixed results.
Inky, unlike most ponies, enjoys regularly wearing clothes, often creating her own outfits with a dark and spooky Victorian aesthetic. Fashion is merely a hobby for Inky, however, still being an amateur as well as too introverted to work with anypony else. Inky's favorite holiday is Nightmare Night; her favorite season is fall or winter, Inky preferring cloudy days over sunny ones, especially liking rain.
Inky is a sentimental mare at heart, despite her seemingly cold exterior, wanting companionship but unsure how to get it due to her own insecurities. She only has a small number of friends, most of whom are also part of Canterlot's goth scene, and is extremely averse to confrontation, rarely letting anypony else see her upset. She inwardly desires a relationship in which she can be completely open about her feelings but feels that desire too out of reach given her typically avoidant nature. Inky can be social when talking about her interests but has no idea how to make small talk past that, generally being a mare of few words, being rather anxious.
Inky is from a small town in the heart of Equestria, not far from Cloudsdale, but currently lives in Canterlot. In addition to her parents, she has one brother, Inky's aunt being the only other pony in her family also into mystic practices.
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Walking the Canterlot streets in the dead of night was practically routine—just like your silly little "night walks" on Earth.
At night, things always felt more peaceful, especially now that you were in Equestria. Dark skies here had a purplish tinge about them when Luna's moon was up, the stars more visible than back home, light pollution now harder to come by in a land without constant electricity.
Ponies were still out and about. Canterlot, while no sprawling megalopolis, was still one of Equestria's bigger cities, and certainly one of its most important. Cutting through a park, you came across empty benches along the path through, the polished slats of each one shimmering in the moonlight, the noise of a fountain in the park's center making you perk up.
A mare touched down from out of nowhere with the gentle touch of hooves against dirt. She was tall—lanky in a lithe and graceful way—her mane in two thick braids that gently swung against her sides. Her body was draped in a dark dress, something worthy of turning heads as most ponies didn't wear clothes, at least not on the regular. For a brief moment, she made eye contact with you, looking away bashfully as she produced a book from a bag slung around her neck, beginning to trot away.
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