Post by News Flash on Aug 3, 2014 18:52:13 GMT
Sir Discord
(see bottom left panel)
(see bottom left panel)
Age: Immortal
Family: N/A
Friends: Trixie, King Sombra and his allies
Enemies: The ‘main six’, criminals in general
Love Interest: N/A
Discord – or as he sometimes prefers to be known, ‘Captain Goodguy’ – is something of a juxtaposition; a being of chaos devoted to upholding law and order. Unaccepted by ponykind at first, the draconequus became something of a mysterious vigilante, using his chaotic ways and means to bring down criminals all over Sombra’s Equestria; particularly those who the Canterlot royal guard couldn’t touch. Seeing Captain Goodguy A beacon of hope in the dark of his world, even in spite of the creature’s extremely unconventional methods, Sombra decided to knight the crime fighter as Sir Discord.
Discord’s primary enemies have proven themselves to be the band of criminals who call themselves the ‘main six’; he first encountered the band when they tried to steal the Elements of Harmony from their safe-keeping in Sombra’s castle. Though Discord tried to use his powers to turn them against each other after luring them into the castle’s maze – and nearly succeeded – somehow the six resisted and escaped. Though Discord would very much like to track them down and put them in the cell they belong in, the draconequus is aware that he has one or two duties that take priority.
Most importantly, the training of his apprentice; a young unicorn named Trixie, the element of generosity. Discord had taken the admittedly rather showy mare under his wing, with the intention of teaching her how to make the most out of her brand of magic in fighting criminals and working to restore order to the land.
Sample Post:
“Winter wrap-up, winter wrap-up…”
It was completely out of season; indeed, that was the only reason the spirit of chaos was humming the tune at all. Being aligned with the forces of good and order didn’t mean he had to be orderly all the time, especially when he was off-duty, and so Discord was currently standing on the ceiling of the Canterlot home he called his own, humming his unseasonal tune and doing a spot of reverse dusting; as in, painting a thin layer of dust over everything. No, it didn’t make sense; but if there was one phrase the vigilante crime fighter was fond of, it was ‘what fun is there in making sense?’
It wasn't as if chaos and order had to always be mutually exclusive, after all.
“Oh Trixie, how are your studies coming?” Discord’s head flapped its ears, flew off his neck, and peered around the doorway into the next room, even while the rest of his body remained upside-down where it had been and kept on dusting. While he’d once used the trick to scare a posse of criminals out of their wits when they believed he was a headless ghost, his young apprentice was more than used to his ways; she wouldn’t spook at the sight of a floating decapitated head. At least, not if it was his.
