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Name: Chuckles
Dominant Sin: See's the cult and her father for what they truly are.
Colorist: Mindsend
Received Through: Colorist Credits Breeding
Breed: Catwalker
Stage: Adult
Orientation:
Post Color:
Date of Discovery: 9/27/16
Parents: Chaos `The Destroyer of Hope` x The Madness
Siblings: Grins `n` Giggles | Bedlam

Uncert: UNCHARMED: Main Sans Pelt | Feral
CHARMED: Main | Feral

Alt cert: Uncharmed | Uncharmed Feral | Charmed Feral

Offspring:
Status:

General info
Of her siblings, Chuckles was the hardest for her father's followers to find, the cultists having found her basket too late, and the young walker wandering from its place to seek prey to hunt, traveling far from his brain washed follower's secluded valley. By the time they found her, she was sharp and keen witted, capable of understanding that she could not take them down on her own, so instead leading them through traps -- though easily avoided due to her age and inexperience at making them). When they finally captured and charmed her, it took a journey of three months to return her to the Valley of Madness for reeducation.

The more stable and sane of her siblings, her uncharmed father saw her as possibly the most useful of tools -- charmed so she can develop loyalty toward the cause, and capable of safely socializing and seducing targets for brainwashing into the cult of chaos, or to be born within it as soon as she was of age.

She never managed her father's charismatic charm, physically incapable of smiling and instead creating a disgusted sneer, and her ventures out to socialize with outsiders to try and seduce them into the fold fell flat -- she had no will or real interest in breaking minds, no delusions that her father was the god he claimed to be, and the Non-walkers were more interesting to watch as is than to try and drive to insanity. With the blood of the Angeni, she couldn't bring herself toward causing ill towards others.

And so her father instead switched plans -- she would seek out purewalker stallions, and bring home more offspring to be charmed and trained to do what she could not.

Her first encounter with an uncharmed purewalker stallion left her her shaken. and aware of just how unnaturally cruel uncharmed walkers were. With that, she began to plot against her father -- if he was charmed, perhaps he'd grow to love his family and see them as more than tools, and perhaps grow to love the members of his cult he had brainwashed.

Even if it meant making herself the enemy...





After she successfully charmed her father, Chuckles went on the run. After a while she found a small cave to shelter in the flying minions or her fathers cult couldn't spot her from the air. She only ever left at night to hunt for non-spirit touched food animals. Eventually it became evident that her first and only time with another purewalker had actually taken, and fearful for her children's future, she spent more time out, trying to find angeni charms for her future cubs, and would only get back to her cave just before sunset, or sometimes not even until a few days had past, hiding in bushes and heavy forested area until she could return to the cave she now thought of as a home. While her father's minions had since stopped hunting for her, her attempts at angeni charms had led hunters to look for her, and she used her crafty intelligence to evade them as to not lead them back to her simple, humble cave.

Eventually upon returning to her cave one morning, she walked right past an Usdia hybrid in the darkness of the cave. When the Usdia, who was sheltering there for the night after a night out, looking for ingredients for her potions, saw the Purewalker she cowered and hid in the shadows, but made a run for out the door as soon as she was a little ways past, her Tiny hooves clattering on the stone floor.

Chuckles turned, horrified that she'd been found, and cried out "Wait! It drops o-" And she gasped as she heard a pained Yelp from the soquili after she fell over the ledge, tumbling down. Cautiously creeping out and climbing down, finding the small form of the soquili, leg broken and knocked unconscious with a growing goose egg on head. Carefully checking her over to make sure nothing else was broken, Chuckles went back into her cave and gathered her cloak and began to dismantle the bushes that covered her cave.

When the Usdia woke up, she was in the cave once more, a cold wet rag on the knot on her head, and the skinwalker finishing wrapping a splint around the broken leg, having set it while she was out the best she could and was now trying to set it so it'd stay still and heal. She started to pull away but Chuckles gently put a paw on her to keep her down "If I was going to hurt or kill you, you'd already be dead, now don't move you have a concussion and your leg's broken. If an actual Predator that actually eats pony flesh found you, you'd be dead out there."

She snorted a bit and continued setting the wraps. The confused, and still somewhat terrified Usdia froze and let her continue. It was sloppy, obviously untrained, but it was obvious the Purewalker was at least Trying to save her leg. After a while of them sitting in silence, the usdia tentatively asked for her name, not wanting to just call her "Purewalker" and possibly insult her.

"Chuckles."

The statement was fairly matter of fact. The Scaled Usdia twitched her soft, rounded ears and folded her bat like Rump wings, ".... Chuckles?"

Chuckles made an attempt at a comforting smile, simply bearing her front teeth and cocking her head to the side, looking exhausted, her voice dripping with a hint of self deprecating tone "My father named me that after my absolutely stellar personality and humor. And what's your name?"

The Usdia hesitated slightly, and simply stated her title instead of her name, still unsure of whether or not this purewalker was really what she seemed, "La Bruja Blanca."

As the week progressed, with her gathering water and food for the injured usdia, they got to know each other, or rather, La Bruja got to know Chuckles -- About how Chuckles was charmed, her father's cult, what she was forced to do and resulted in her pregnancy, The charming of her insane father and her escape. And that the mare was gentle and caring, even if she came off as grumpy and mad, she tended to have a self deprecating and sardonic sense of humor, and was clearly lonely. By the end of the week, however, La Bruja slipped into a fever, sending Chuckles into a panic -- she didn't know what she could do to help her: "Blanca" needed an actual healer, possibly even a unicorn, but Chuckles couldn't get help: She was a purewalker, and everyone ran from her or tried to kill her. No one would believe her.

Keening softly, she paced the front of the cave, trying to figure out what to do, and darted back in repeatedly whenever Blanca made a noise. Finally, Chuckles came to a decision -- she knew of a herd north of there where the valley ended -- it was heavily populated and she could see it in the distance from where her high up cave was, out of their paths and typically hidden from them, able to slip away at night and get food without getting caught. She began making a travois, explaining to her friend what she was going to do.

"That's..." Blanca wheezed softly, "The Faire. My herd. I'm known there. I.. I know an angeni, if you know how to make a charm I can tell them, and I could make you some.. ANd leave them out for you to get?"

"Good that means if I drop you there they'll stop to save you will likely not chase me.." Chuckled muttered, nervous. She was huge with child, and she wasn't good at running any more. It would only be a couple weeks before she had her cubs, and she still had no charms for them. She hadn't been able to go out and seek them. She wrote a quick note on a scrap of hide, and carefully gathered her friend up, having ruined her cloak to make the straps and the carry for the travois.

"Chuckles...?"

"Yes Blanca?"

"My name.. My Real name... Is Aldonza. Tell them Aldonza said to come. They'll trust you."

The two headed out into the sun, and began the long walk to the faire...




Other Statistics

• Can't smile properly, at least on purpose -- always ends up with a disgusted expression and looks grumpy or pissed off more often then not. May have a faint smile when happy and not trying to show it.
  
• Works for Prognosis most of the time in his museum of oddities, and giving speeches about what it was like to be a purewalker before being charmed, and about angeni charms, educating individuals, but sometimes acts as the dangerous uncharmed purewalker (Charm covered in a furry bandage in a similar color to her own fur) in magic acts.
  
• Close friends with La Bruja Blanca.
  
• A grump, but not exactly dangerous to the average soquili, familiar, or Kawani - She has no interest in hurting others
  
• Terrified of uncharmed (and evil charmed) walkers, especially the stallions - she does not 'like it rough'. That doesn't mean she won't end up the target of them however.
  
• Any purewalker kids she has canonly WILL be automatically charmed. Doppelbreedings however are up to the other owner.