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Innate Enigma

Character Sheet

Gender: Male

Eyes: Brown

Coat Color: Deep Blue

Mane and Tail Color: Deep Blue and Red

Build: Average height and slightly heavier than normal

Markings: Tattoos on his head, chest and legs

Race: Unicorn

Cutie Mark: A jack with all the suits in the center

Mannerisms: Hums to himself and paces when bored, may act dramatic when the opportunity arises and if he feels it appropriate in the situation, responds to things he feels are idiotic with sarcasm.

Personality:

A very lethargic pony, he is not very active even in the things that he likes to do or learn about. This leads him to be very inactive when he doesn’t have an active goal or friends around to stimulate him. Even with an active goal he may not put in the extra work needed to go that extra distance. Because of his low activity level, he spends a large portion of his time reading and thinking. He recognizes some of his flaws, but fails to actively challenge them on a regular basis.

Usually very quiet and reserved around ponies that he doesn’t know, but if he hears something that he knows is false or a question that he can answer, (Whether fully sure of the correctness of his answer or not) he may break in to correct them. Around friends he becomes more active and competitive. He only maintains a small group of friends that he considers interesting and is familiar with. This makes him bad at small talk with new ponies. If he manages to start a conversation on a subject that he knows well or has an interest in, it can override his normally quiet nature and cause him become loud and excited.

Able to usually understand concepts quickly, he learns most things quickly. He feels he doesn’t really have an actual talent; this has led him to be more open about trying new experiences. This is what his cutie mark represents; his Jack of trades, natural master of none abilities. He is looking for something that really sparks that desire to learn and become proficient at something. He feels that there is little a pony cannot learn or come to understand with a good teacher/guide, enough effort and a little openness.
He never meant to come into the Ghost Hunter business. But he felt that he should stay after his first encounter with a spirit.

Interview:

“Good morning Innate. Or do you have another name you prefer?”

"Good morning and no, Innate is fine.”

“Well, before we go any farther I’d like to thank you for talking to me.”

“No problem it’s my pleasure.”

“So Innate how did you come into the ghost hunting business?”

“I got into it shortly after I graduated from high school. I had just recently moved into my own place when I found this old tome on my door step. It was filled with spells and descriptions. And I don’t like to call it hunting.”

“Well what do you call it then?”

“I don’t well call it anything. I can’t ever seem to think of the right term for how I feel about it.”

“If you could go back and change you finding that book would you?”

“No, absolutely not. Hunting gave me a purpose that I never really felt I had in my life before hoof. And when all is said and done, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

“I notice that that you have some interesting tattoos. Do they represent something?”

“Well let’s just call that my little secret for now.”

“Alright. Why don’t you tell me a little more about yourself before you found the tome?”

“Well before I found the tome I just really was an average pony. Except in the fact that I had little sense of direction in my life. I was a little worried about falling into something that I didn’t really like to do as work. Or that I wouldn’t ever amount to much.”

“Well we all have those worries sometimes in our lives.”

“Yes we do. But for most ponies they have a sense of direction and purpose with their lives after getting their cutie marks.”

“So getting your cutie mark didn’t give you any sense of direction’

“Nope, all it gave me was a case of confusion.”

"Why is that?”

“When I got it, I wasn’t even anywhere near a set of cards. And I had never really played any card games.”

Ahh, I can see where that would lead to some confusion. What does your cutie mark mean?”

“I believe it shows my status as a Jack of all Trades, master of none.”

“Interesting and why is that?”

“Because I’ve never really felt I’ve had a natural skill in any area, especially cards after getting it. I’ve always been quick to understand concepts and positions.”

“Interesting. And why do you feel that you are a master of none?”

“Because of the simple fact that you are never a master at something. There is always something you need to work at something that nags you. Even if I had a natural talent in one area, I would still never call myself a master.”

“Ahh, that’s a well-reasoned reason.”

“Yes it is.”

“Well that’s all the time we have. I’d like to thank you once again for coming.”

“No I’d like to thank you for this delightful conversation.”

Middle school:

Innate Enigma slowly trotted up to the building that he resulted in almost daily boredom for him. The air around the dirt path becoming dusty as he dragged a hoof every so often. Then he finally reached the doors. Those doors that represent several hours of confinement.
He slowly reached out with his hoof and opened them, stepping inside. Once inside he was assaulted by a barrage of sound coming from the cafeteria area of the school, where all the ponies in school waited for first bell. He immediately set out to look for his small group of friends. He found them and sat down with them. But just as he did this the bell rang Sending everypony off to class. He and his friends tiredly saying, see ya later to each other.

When he arrived at his first class he sat in a desk in the middle of the room, waiting quietly for the class to start. Once it did he immediately established that it was going to be a review day and let out a quiet sigh and a mental yay. When the teacher gave out the assignments Innate got right to work. Being this was review he was one of the first finished in class. As he sat back down to get his back out of saddlebags he was called upon by another student. He turned to face his worst terror, a pony by the name of Misplaced Knowledge. He was known for taking instructions and acknowledging that he knew what he was supposed to do and a minute later asking what to do again, or as the case was commonly in class not remembering how to do a single thing until he had it explained to him several times. As Innate tried not to show any facial signs of stress, Misplaced began to ask for help.

“Help you with what?” Innate asked.

“Everything.” Misplaced casually replied.

So for the rest of the hour Innate helped Misplaced. Or tried to as Misplaced seemed to have trouble with the basic concepts. So Innate muddled along until the bell rang. Innate quickly dismissed himself to the next class.

The next few classes provided Innate with the reprieve from ponies he didn’t want to converse with, that he sought. When the bell finally rang for lunch he walked as quickly as could, hoping to avoid a long line. No such luck awaited him. He weaved in between ponies, trying to grab what he wanted as quickly as possible. Once he emerged from the brawl a victor he quickly looked for the table containing his friends. He sat down quickly assimilating into the on-going conversation.

Suddenly he and his friends jerked their head back as an apple hit the table they were at. Quickly scanning the area Innate found the culprits and pointed them out quietly. His friends were quick to call the other table idiots as they observed the other table laughing at the display. Innate simply got up from the table with the remains of the apple contained in his telekinesis. He slowly walked back to the table and dropped the battered remains in the center and simply said, “I think you dropped this.” As he walked away he noticed the confused looks on the other table’s faces and smiled a sly smile.

The rest of the day passed quickly. Innate leaving the school happy at the day. Considering what he was going to use his free time for.

Middle School (First Person):

“Just another day at school, at least it’s Thursday. The week is almost over.” I thought to myself as I trudged my way along to school. I coughed a little on the dust I was kicking up, but didn't bother to stop dragging my hoof.

I barely registered the doors as I entered the school. But I instantly reacted to the noise inside the doors. Grimacing at how loud the rest of the school body could be, I set into the center of it. Finding my friends and hoping I didn’t run late I sat down with them. I cursed in the back of my mind as right at that instant the bell rang. I quickly left after saying my goodbyes to my friends.

“Could ponies learn how to not take up entire halls?” I thought as I weaved between groups of ponies in the hall. After the harrowing trek through the wild halls, I arrived in my first class. As I looked around the room, deciding where to sit, my thoughts drifted to other things, mostly about the book I was reading.

As the teacher started talking I sat up straighter in my seat. Putting my head in hooves, I quickly realized that today was going to be purely review. I let out an audible sigh and an internal yay, as I realized what this meant. First, that nothing interesting was going to happen. Secondly, and more importantly, that I would have the majority of class to read. I tore through the review assignment in an effort to create as much time for me to read as possible, stopping only for a second to make sure I had everything done. I got up and turned my paper in. Before I returned to my desk I stopped at the teacher’s desk.

“That’s all we have to do for today right?” I asked.

The teacher looked up from the paper he was reviewing and shook his head affirmatively. As I sat back in my chair I heard a voice from nearby call me. I turned towards the source and mentally facehoofed. “Of course it’s Misplaced.” I thought.

“Innate, can you help me?” He asked.

I replied, “Help you with what?”

To which he which he replied with a simple, “Everything.”

I mentally sighed and agreed. It wasn’t his fault that it took so long for it to stick. It just got frustrating having to re-explain things that we worked with for a long time. Once I got into helping him class passed by quickly and the bell rang.

“Okay Misplaced. That should be everything you need to know,” I said as I used my telekinesis to pick up my bags, “If you need more help ask the teacher tomorrow.”

“Alright, thanks Innate.” He replied.

I shook my head yes, and walked out of the classroom into the halls. The next few classes passed in a blur, me only paying half attention like I normally did. “I really need to start paying better attention sometimes.” I thought as I walked out of my last class before lunch and hurried there.

“Please let me have beaten some of the school here.” I thought as I approached the lunch line. “Darn,” was the thought I had as I observed the line already there. “Well, I better not waste any more time,” I said under my breath as I prepared to plunge into the crowd. As I emerged a few minutes later, some of my coat displaced from being pushed around in the crowd, I grinned in victory. I quickly made my way to the table where my friends had sat and started eating.

I was listening to the conversation when suddenly I saw a red object impact into the table and a jerked my head back in surprise. When I returned my eyes to the table I saw an exploded apple in the center. I traced back the trajectory of the apple to find where it came from. The table looking at us and laughing like foals helped too.

“Where that come from?” One of my friends asked.

I discretely pointed a hoof at the table where it had come from. As my friends started muttering the expected idiots at the other table an idea struck me. I stood up and grabbed as much of the apple and the juice from it as I could in my telekinesis. My friends thanking me for picking up, I merely nodded my head back. As I proceeded to march towards the other table, my thoughts turned to reactions from the ponies at the other table. “This is either going to turn out fine or go down the drain for me.” As I got to the table they moved to say something to me, I didn’t give them the chance.

“I believe you dropped this.” I said as I dropped the remains of the apple from a few feet above the table, some of the pieces and juice getting on their coats. As I turned back towards my own table I saw the stunned looks on the other table’s faces. “Definitely a good idea.” I thought as I walked back to my table and started eating again. I looked up at the rest of my table after a minute and saw them staring at me.

“What?” I asked.

“That was a great idea.” They all replied.

Once lunch had ended the rest of the day passed in another blur. As I left the school I started thinking of what I was going to do with my weekend. “I guess I could finally get to my book.”