Name: Illusion
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Mother: Deceased?
Father: Deceased?
Sisters: Unknown
Brothers: Draco (Drawing him later.)
Personality: Illusion is a introverted pony that loves taking risks. Illusion doesn't know how to have fun, but she does know how to love someone. She is and has been lonely most of her life. Her heart has been broken ever since what she calls, "The Night" but as it heals, she finding out what love feels like. In her eyes, the future is still a blur. Maybe because it contains happiness, a concept which she forgot what is. Or maybe her brain doesn't what her to see the sadness and heartbreak coming for her. Whatever the case is, she's nervous about everything. She's scared of everyone, even her own brother. The only person she isn't scared of is Lincoln. The one pony she's in love with.
Crush: Lincoln (Also drawing him later)
Mate: N/A
History: Illusion remembers very little of her childhood. The main things she remembers is her brother, and the night her parent disappeared. On that night, Illusion and her brother, Draco, where having a small argument about if you put frosting on a muffin it makes it a cupcake. Illusion's mother told her something, before walking away. Illusion didn't listen to what her mother said, because she was busy arguing, and when they finally agreed on what the answer to that question was, their parents had left them. The only thing they left behind (besides the two foals) was a small note. On it said: "I'm sorry Draco, and I'm sorry to you too, Illusion. You'll never be seeing our faces again. I didn't want to leave you, but this is how things have to be. Good luck on your own. I love you two." Tears came into Illusions eyes as she read the note. She blinked away the tears and threw the note on the ground. "Goodbye Draco." Illusion said, walking away, tears falling down her face. As she left her brother behind her, she could her his begs for her to not go. "Don't go, Illusion, you're all that I have left!" cried Draco. Illusion sighed and walked away. She wasn't going to lay her trust on any pony. If she stuck with Draco, he'd probably leave her with a broken heart right as she started wrapping the broken one she already had together. "No one can be trusted, not even your own family." she muttered to herself. She wasn't mad, but she wasn't sad, or happy. The world felt like a blur of emotions and heartbreak. A world she didn't want to get involved in. Illusion found a cave, her new home. She could handle anything. Nothing could be worse than that night. But that was only what Illusion thought. Although she knew she had to trust someone sometime in her life, it wasn't now. She closed her eyes, imagining all the things that could, and might have already happened to her parents. She whispered one final thing to herself before she cried herself to sleep, with nobody whispering goodnight in her ear. "You better hold on tight, Illusion. the future's gonna be one bumpy ride." She realized that night that this isn't a dream. This was reality.
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Mother: Deceased?
Father: Deceased?
Sisters: Unknown
Brothers: Draco (Drawing him later.)
Personality: Illusion is a introverted pony that loves taking risks. Illusion doesn't know how to have fun, but she does know how to love someone. She is and has been lonely most of her life. Her heart has been broken ever since what she calls, "The Night" but as it heals, she finding out what love feels like. In her eyes, the future is still a blur. Maybe because it contains happiness, a concept which she forgot what is. Or maybe her brain doesn't what her to see the sadness and heartbreak coming for her. Whatever the case is, she's nervous about everything. She's scared of everyone, even her own brother. The only person she isn't scared of is Lincoln. The one pony she's in love with.
Crush: Lincoln (Also drawing him later)
Mate: N/A
History: Illusion remembers very little of her childhood. The main things she remembers is her brother, and the night her parent disappeared. On that night, Illusion and her brother, Draco, where having a small argument about if you put frosting on a muffin it makes it a cupcake. Illusion's mother told her something, before walking away. Illusion didn't listen to what her mother said, because she was busy arguing, and when they finally agreed on what the answer to that question was, their parents had left them. The only thing they left behind (besides the two foals) was a small note. On it said: "I'm sorry Draco, and I'm sorry to you too, Illusion. You'll never be seeing our faces again. I didn't want to leave you, but this is how things have to be. Good luck on your own. I love you two." Tears came into Illusions eyes as she read the note. She blinked away the tears and threw the note on the ground. "Goodbye Draco." Illusion said, walking away, tears falling down her face. As she left her brother behind her, she could her his begs for her to not go. "Don't go, Illusion, you're all that I have left!" cried Draco. Illusion sighed and walked away. She wasn't going to lay her trust on any pony. If she stuck with Draco, he'd probably leave her with a broken heart right as she started wrapping the broken one she already had together. "No one can be trusted, not even your own family." she muttered to herself. She wasn't mad, but she wasn't sad, or happy. The world felt like a blur of emotions and heartbreak. A world she didn't want to get involved in. Illusion found a cave, her new home. She could handle anything. Nothing could be worse than that night. But that was only what Illusion thought. Although she knew she had to trust someone sometime in her life, it wasn't now. She closed her eyes, imagining all the things that could, and might have already happened to her parents. She whispered one final thing to herself before she cried herself to sleep, with nobody whispering goodnight in her ear. "You better hold on tight, Illusion. the future's gonna be one bumpy ride." She realized that night that this isn't a dream. This was reality.
The smile on her face isn't actually a smile. She drew it on to hide her true emotions. When she cries the [Unknown Object] runs like how mascara runs.
