Sugared

FACE-CLAIM: Tom Hiddleston

ALIAS: Sugared, Sugar

TRUE NAME: Dú'hith/Du'hith. Surname unknown Dú'hith-o i Hithui tí, hecil-o i Dain min Fuin Noss. Roughly this translates to "Night Mist of the Misty line, outcast of the Silence in the Shadows herd." Now you know why he never speaks his full name.

NICKNAME(S): "Candycorn," "Du'hith," "Hith," Shug (forgot the person who gave him this one, Romulus uses it), Rainbow Vomit (Janx)

RACE: Unicorn

BREED: Candy unicorn (formerly a shadow unicorn)

SOCIAL STATUS: Free-person, middle-class

OCCUPATION: Pleasure servant/prostitute

GENDER: Male (Transgender, however, as a shape-shifter he is able to have either set of genitals, both, or nothing at all)

PERSONALITY: Playful, sarcastic, blunt, a bit of an arse when pressed, talkative, friendly (towards the right people), lover of all things sweet.

ORIENTATIONS: Homoromantic Pansexual (Only feels romantic feelings for males, sexually attracted to any gender. However, please see 'Disclaimers' on next page)

HEIGHT: 5'6"

WEIGHT: 135 lbs.

EYES: Silvery-blue.

USUAL FACE TYPE: Flat-faced/human faced anthro. Can and does occasionally appear with a horse snout.

USUAL BODY TYPE: Digitigrade unicorn with a flat/masculine chest, toned abdomen and thighs with, usually, a cunt between them. Can and does occasionally appear with plantigrade, human-like feet.

OTHER FORMS: As a shape-shifter, he is able to easily transform into a quadruped (feral) unicorn, as well as a muzzle-faced biped (anthro). He much prefers his usual shape, but running from the law is easier on an extra pair of legs!

SUPERNATURAL TRAITS: His mane was the hue, and even taste, of cotton candy. His skin, if tasted, would be a sugary overdose of marshmallow and cherry. A rainbow-coloured, edible, spiraling corn sprouted from his head. Supernatural healing ability, resistance to toxins, shape-shifting, regrowth of his horn over 24 hours, and void-shifting (teleporting from one place to another) are among his powers.

ANIMAL COMPANION "Psimon" the psychic, miniature gryphon, who appears to be a mixture of a peach-faced lovebird and a house cat, is used as a message carrier and such.

THE SHADOW UNICORNS:
Born a spritely mare into a herd of void-shifting shadow unicorns, he grew up learning the best ways to trick mortals out of their hard-earned goods, and, should trickery fail, how to impale them and take their belongings anyway. Occasionally, one of them crossed with the wrong person, and that individual was never heard from again. The subordinates in the herd whispered amongst them that those that had failed in their dirty deeds had been ousted from the Shadowlands.

It was not until he was an adult that he learned the ways of void-shifting - the ability to swiftly move from one place to another, even other realms.

SELF-DISCOVERY:
It was also around this time that he discovered the quiet, yet ever-gnawing discomfort he felt looking at his reflection, or how out-of-place his breasts felt, was an issue with his gender. In an experiment, he attempted to shape-shift not into a quadrupedal form, but to change his body to fit how he felt he should have been born. Now, flat-chested and masculine, even with the bits down below, he finally felt comfortable in his own fur.

THE CANDORIAN WARRIOR'S CURSE:
Once he sorted out his internal issues, it was time to explore the realms as his elders had done before him from time immemorial. He void-shifted into a realm called Candoria, where all the terrain, objects, and living things were made of varying types of sugary sweets. Disgusted with the bright, nauseating colors and the overwhelming stench of candy, he took out his annoyance on an aging warrior made entirely out of gingerbread.

However, as Sugar struck the final blow with a swift hoof-kick to the warrior's midsection, a dreadful, wheezing, resonant voice rang in his head.

"FOR YOUR SINS, YE SHALL BE CURSE'D. KNOW THE PLIGHT OF THE CANDORIAN PEOPLE, SCOURGE, AND FOREVERMORE REMAIN THAT WHICH YOU SO REVILE!"

The warrior's body crumbled before him like so many... well, crumbs. However, victory would not be enjoyed, for Sugar found himself wracked with painful tremors as his entire body rearranged itself. His mane and horn, both once lustrous obsidian in hue, became candy floss and lollipop respectively. His flesh and fur turned a shocking, snowy white, and he gained colorful markings on his body and face. Even his hooves, the wonderful tools of destruction, were stained pastel hues, shimmering in the Candorian sunshine.

THRUST OUT:
Terrified by his transformation and seeking, desperately, a cure for it, he void-shifting back to the Shadowlands and approached the elders of the herd. The matriarch stopped him from even entering their territory, brandishing her dagger-like horn and flinty hooves.

"You are a disgrace! I banish you from these lands! Should you return, you will be slain on sight! Be gone!"

Lacking any alternative, Sugar ran, stuffing all of his turmoil within, where his heart remained as black and cold as he once was on the outside. It was as if the Candorian warrior sucked the darkness from his outside, only to lock it away beneath the surface, only growing Sugar's malice for the rest of the world.

He was no longer a proud shadow unicorn of the Shadowlands. No, he was something no one would ever pin down or take advantage of again...

HARD-UP FOR COIN:
Unfortunately for him and his bruised pride, when he arrived in more urban areas of the Dragonlands, he realized he had no real skills to make coin to feed himself. Thus, in desperation, he took up prostitution. Happily, he quite enjoyed being used in this particular way, so he took to it like a duck to water.

Eventually, he had made enough to take ship to Guildereim, the famed "Island of Sin/Delights." There, he thought, he could make his fortune and gather plenty of slaves to both pamper and use for his whims.

Time would tell whether Sugar's ideas of riches would play out as he wished.