Name: Snowi Lendant
Race: Earth pony
Born: 10/23/1991
Place of Birth: Manehattan, Equastria
Age: 21
Special Talent/Cutie Mark: N/A
Assigned Cell: C12
Date Arrived: 4/12/2012
Date Departed: 4/12/2013
Crimes: Breaking and Entering, Assault, Repeated Theft
Sentence: 1 yr
Current Status: Released
The Pegasus stared at the document. After a few moments he brought his gaze up to meet the mare in front of him. "Well," he said, "this all seems to check out, I'll just need to hand over the things you came in here with." She nodded and waited for a few moments before he came back with some familiar items. "Okay, let's see here," the Pegasus went on, "when you came in here, you had a saddlebag, a small amount of food which has been generously replaced due to expiration, a necklace, a map, and a compass."
The pony handed her the items, which she placed into the saddlebag and put on her back. "Well, I didn't know you were a traveler" the Pegasus stated.
"Yeah," she said in a dull tone, "I wish I wasn't."
"Oh, I see. I'm sorry about that; I hope you find some place soon. It's that way for many ponies, though I think you'll fair better. You've been doing fine in the last few months, and I think you can make it out there" the Pegasus said, trying to cheer the earth pony up.
"Thank you," she said,"goodbye James, I hope life treats you well, too."
"Thanks Snowi," said James, "and try to stay out of trouble, okay?"
"I will." She walked out of the building into the sunlight, enjoying the taste of freedom. She trotted to a nearby park and sat on a bench. She recounted her past, thinking of how she ended up here, and what she did to deserve this.
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She was born with a white coat, blue mane, and purple eyes. After thinking of many things related to winter, her mother named her Snowi. They had lived in the city of Manehattan, in a part filled with loving, happy, and healthy ponies. She lived a great foalhood, always surrounded by someone who would lend a helping hoof if you were in trouble.
Even though Snowi had such a good place for a foal to grow up, she never liked others. It wasn’t because she was bullied for anything, or that she didn’t have her cutie mark, it was the fact she couldn’t socialize with them.
They tried to talk to her, and she did the same, but she was always thinking the worst of other. “What if they laugh at me? What if they suddenly go from a smiling town to an angry mob the second I try to open up?” She grew up having these delusions, telling herself that they saw her as evil or insane. In a way, this was true. The other ponies thought that maybe she really just hated them and wanted to kill them. They wouldn’t have killed her if she had opened up, obviously, but sometimes they would step a little to the side when she walked by, which thus fueled her fear.
Though she did distrust them, she did not want to hurt them. Deep down a part of her knew she was exaggerating, telling her that she lived in a nightmare created because of her own actions and paranoia. That was the one she wished she would have acted on. If she had listened to it a little more, she may not have ended up where she is now.
The only real ponies she had talked to were her parents. They were the only ponies in the world that made her smile, and she loved them dearly. Once, when she was crying because she feared she would never get her cutie mark, her mom told her "Honey, you could become an mare before you get your cutie mark, and we'd love you all the same." these words made her realize that it didn’t matter to the ponies she loves when she gets her cutie mark. She knew then that they’d love her all the same.
On her tenth birthday, her dad gave her a necklace which adorned a heart-shaped amethyst in the center. “Just like this necklace” her dad said, “our love for you is priceless.”
"Actually," her mom said, "it was about 400 bits." They all laughed at this, and proceeded to enjoy the party and the cake.
As time went on, she didn’t find her cutie mark. She searched for ways to find it while still a foal, but when she grew up she stopped looking for it. She had other things to worry about, like surviving and finding a job. She had just left her parents (after much crying) and it was hard for her to get adjusted. She didn't want to go back to her parents out of fear of disappointing them, so she was on her own.
The job market didn't offer much work for blank flanks, as they are seen with little talent. She had gone to many job interviews and had had little success, and whatever job she got, she just got fired from for not doing it well. Because of all of this, Snowi was forced to move from city to city, never having a true home and living off of what she found for the most part.
It was hard to survive, so she soon turned to thievery. She stole food, blankets, hygienic supplies, bits, and medicine. She only took what she currently needed to live and nothing more. She was a thief who did not like most other ponies, but she still considered the well-being of others important.
One day, she was in Ponyville "getting supplies", as she called it, a pony sleeping on the couch woke up when she was in the kitchen. He heard a somepony going through the refrigerator, so he went to see who it was, thinking maybe it was just one of his foals. When he saw it was Snowi, he called for the guards. She panicked, knocked him out, and ran out of the house as fast as she could. A pair of guards eventually caught up to her, subdued her, and brought her to a chariot, in which she was escorted to a local prison.
She sat in there for a day before her trial. It did not go well. It turns out that there had been a search going on into several items stolen from homes in the last few months. They had, and used, the evidence to convict her of these crimes. Normally all the thefts would have just added up to seven months, but due to added charges of assault and several cases of breaking and entering, she was sentenced to fourteen months.
As she had done in her foalhood, she kept her head down, this time for good reasons. She never got into any trouble, nor did she ever do anything in prison that would require so. Due to this, she had an early release of only twelve months.
During the months she had been in there, she had had much time to think about her life, and how to improve it. She knew prison was not the place for her, so she had decided to turn over a new leaf and once again try to find her cutie mark. However, she did not know where to begin.
Off in the distance, she saw something that caught her eye. “That’s it,” Snowi said to herself, “that might just be the key to my cutie mark!” Snowi got up and headed to what just might be her chance at redemption.