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After the Training Room AI disaster so long ago Glacier had been content to train on her own most of the time, coming back to the base ever so often to test herself in the gravity chamber, each time vastly exceeding her previous limits. The combination of gravity training, solo training, and inner meditation had helped her progress immensely toward regaining her former power. She was certainly not the most social of companions and therefore had spent little time with the rest of the group though from time to time chatted with R'yak to keep up on proceedings, as well as keep tabs on Wolf. She was getting near a breakthrough in breaking through the curse but had yet to break through that threshold, she could feel the hex losing some of its hold for the first time since it had been put on her so long ago. Still, the curse was infuriatingly persistent in its effects and it would no doubt still take a while to cast it off completely.

Returning from a trip into the wilds for training and inner reflection, Glacier headed into the lab where already quite a few people had gathered. "It seems rather stuffy in here." She commented as she strode in, her eyes glanced around at all who were in the area, of course the dark saiyan was there but she ignored them her eyes instead quickly focused in on the monitor with the alien spacecraft. As a daughter of the World Trade Federation she had a feeling she knew the design, but the fact was there were so many different alien species she never had quite gotten to learn about all of them, even those affiliated with the now non-existent Trade Federation. "Odd, not a ship design I am familiar with." She narrowed her eyes and she could not help but twitch her tail a bit in a slight mixture of suspense and excitement.

As a species that could survive in the vacuum of space Glacier considered going up to intercept the craft but if a fight broke out it would draw unwanted attention to Earth. The enemy was already coming but they certainly did not want more enemies to come. "Well no matter, let's just keep an eye on it for now."

Name: Amon Crystis

Appearance: As a changeling Amon Crystis has the typical features of one of his kind. He has a black, carapace-coated body with the typical holes in his legs, wings, and tail that reveal his insect-like heritage. Setting himself apart from most of his race, Amon has a neck-length, fiery red mane, eyes like blood, a ragged flame colored tail, and transparent crimson wings. His horn also has one round hole in it which is often only a trait of higher class changelings and shows that he has the capacity for magic. He is average of height and build, which makes him perfect for most shape shifting tasks. Amon is known to wear special battle armor, dark blue in color which contrasts perfectly with his red mane, eyes, tail, and wings. To add a bit more of changeling’s flair his armor has jagged spikes on the shoulder plates and greaves.

Race: Changeling

Faction: House WhiteGold/Changeling Kingdom

Skills: As a changeling Amon Crystis of course has the abilities of his race, being able to shape shift into any pony made him adept at infiltration and subterfuge. Many a pony has fallen for his disguises and he is a very quick study at understanding the targets of his transformations which give him a lot more credibility than just taking on their form. Amon has trained his eye to pick up the slightest variations in body language and facial twitches to make his transformations as genuine as possible. He has gotten well enough at acting that he has been known to mimic ponies of both genders, wealthy, poor, and even officials.

Amon has devoted himself to learning as many different weapons as possible to increase his ability of effectively fooling and manipulating his enemies when the need to transform arrives. As an infiltrator of Whitegold his weapons of choice are axes, daggers, shields, and the arquebus. Each of these weapons he has managed to be highly skilled in their use but he has yet to truly master any one weapon since he often needs to change his armament. With the weapons he has some amount of skill in he can defeat the average user without using too much effort but against those with higher skills he will find himself hard pressed. A person who truly knows their weapon would only have a slight amount of trouble fighting against Amon with the same weapon, in those cases Amon has to rely on his other skills to compensate for their large difference in skill. On the side he has been trying to learn other weapons as well to increase his versatility.

As a higher breed of changeling Amon has been gifted with the ability to use magic by Queen Chrysalis, which allows Amon to fully take on the qualities of a unicorn instead of just pegasi and earth ponies. His magic is not as powerful of say the typical unicorn but he can control it well enough to effectively aim his arquebus and use it for other minor telekinesis purposes. He has potential to grow stronger in magic but has not had the time to work on it aside from getting the qualifications needed to pass as a unicorn.

History: Born and raised in the Changeling kingdom, Amon was destined to be an important instrument for Queen Chrysalis when his horn was found to have a hole in it, indicating he had the capacity to learn magic. Raised to be a spy and infiltrator it would be Amon’s duty to create openings for changelings to enter into the ranks of one of the houses of Equestria. As a changeling who could effectively mimic a unicorn’s magic there was no doubt he would be sent to either House Moon and Star or House WhiteGold. In the end it was decided that WhiteGold would be his mission since WhiteGold dealed heavily in information, which would give the changelings a better view on the comings and goings within the fractured Equestria.

Raised on the old tales of how Equestria was a land full of love which the changelings strived for Amon was more than eager to fulfill his role for the changeling kingdom but the stories were of the past Amon quickly found out. After entering Whitegold, Amon was able to infiltrate the ranks as a pony of fortune as a way to gain information and access to the most impregnable fortress in all of Equestria. Taking on a variety of jobs, Amon was quickly able to gain wealth and his own information network in the city and eventually rose in rank to that of an Arqueteers to become a member of the Equestrian Trade Union but in order to do that Amon had to make many sacrifices and double-cross those who were innocent and those who were not. Those he took advantage of often lost all they owned in one way or another as he manipulated them with his wits and while he never batted an eyelash at seeing a haughty and arrogant pony meet his social and financial demise there were those who never had ill will toward him or anyone else for the matter; each time he had been forced to betray them for his cause he felt an increasing pang of guilt, which despite all his logical reasoning that it was his duty, still stayed with him even after the deed was done. At the height of his career in WhiteGold, Amon soon found himself at an impasse despite all the sacrifices of others he had to make. The Equestrian Trade Union gave him power and influence to be sure but in order to make a real difference Amon quickly realized he needed to enter into the Society of Canterlot Nobles. While he had the good sense to impersonate a unicorn it was nearly impossible to enter the society without being born into it or marrying into it.

As he had risen through Whitegold’s ranks however he really saw firsthand the sorry state the land of Equestria was in. The wealthy and powerful trampled on the weak in their strive for power and glory, the greatest example of cruelty coming from a certain Diamond Tiara who was absolutely ruthless in her quest for greater riches and wealth. After becoming one of the Arqueteers he found himself hearing rumors from other rich ponies and his underground contacts about the atrocities committed by the wealthy, for example how Rarity had become the most powerful pony in all of WhiteGold by planning the murder of her husband. The sad truth was the all the rumors were so easy to believe, especially since his early days pretending to be a pony of fortune where he sometimes had to travel out into The Undercity. The stark contrast between the riches and glamour of the inner city from the filthy streets, beggars, and thieves that littered the roadways, it was all so sickening. Even the famous District of Delight was so full of corruption and debauchery that Amon often felt sick when he had to deal with the riffraff there. He knew it was important for the changelings to have a pulse on this rich information center but was there any real reason to take over such a loveless city? There was lust and greed aplenty but actual love there was hardly any, in fact the only two high society members that seemed to have any ounce of true love in them were Sweetie Belle, who tried her best to care for her older sister, and General Fancy Pants who was well known for his generosity to the sick and needy of The Undercity.

Amon needed a way into the upper echelon if he was to solidify the changeling’s presence in the city but the problem was Rarity was growing increasingly paranoid as the crystalitis took over her body and warped her mind. There was also the issue of Fleur de Lis, patron of the District of Delights who regularly visited the Society of Canterlot Nobles to interrogate and spy on members. House WhiteGold had masters of manipulation and despite his talents Amon realized that if he rose too high up the ladder his discovery was almost assured. Thankfully Amon at the very least was able to get in the good graces of the ever ambitious Diamond Tiara and has been working through her to get at the pulse of WhiteGold. Despite his best efforts the most he managed was to expand his information network and get a few more changelings into minor positions.

Unable to achieve his true objectives Amon was about to try and embark on a risky gamble to try and get to the Heart of WhiteGold through Sweetie Belle, Rarity’s younger sister. As one of the few ponies that seemed to retain the sense of love he had been told about since he was a pupa, Amon could not help but wonder if the reason he had decided on this route was because Sweetie exemplified that a true pony of Equestria should be, strong, kind, and ready to lend a helping hand. While he was planning his next move he received his first mysterious dream where he found himself standing alongside a variety of ponies and other species at Redheart Refuge. The dream was so real Amon could not help but give it some considerable thought; his mission was in House WhiteGold, to use its vast information and resources to the changelings’ advantage as they tried to slip back into Equestria but was that really the right course? Could there be a better way to go about making a place where the changeling race could thrive? The dreams just kept coming back each night and soon Amon realized that the gamble he was going to attempt would almost certainly be a suicide mission, perhaps there was some merit to his dreams but if he left WhiteGold would he not be betraying Queen Chrysalis? He also realized, much to his surprise, that even if he had managed to get in the good graces of Sweetie Belle that he did not want to betray such a gentle soul as he had done with others before to get to where he was now.

Amon seriously doubted by this time that he could accomplish any more than he already had in the impregnable fortress that had been Manehattan. The information network would suffer without him around to tie connections with Diamond Tiara but it would still be in place nonetheless, and he would no longer have to help that despicable mare. Also Amon realized that in the state Equestria was in, even if the changeling kingdom managed to take over the land the amount of love that the changelings craved to increase their power would be so low it would be like eating bread crumbs for dinner, perhaps there was some merit in feeling the elements and restoring their power despite the obvious risks they presented? Asking the changelings in the area and his Queen’s forgiveness, Amon left WhiteGold to find the source of his dreams in Redheart Refuge. A more direct line of action was necessary; he just hoped he would not be branded a traitor for his actions but even if he was, at least his days of taking advantage of those who wished him no harm were over.

Other: During his stay in House WhiteGold, Amon has gained some appreciation for fine arts such as theater and music. He even picked up playing the clarinet while he was there.

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