What is her backstory /mlpol/?
>As if by scientific precision, a poisson distribution manifest, he pulled the lever and the plush cascaded over the pool as if to look at itself.
>The crack of thunder filled the room and echoed across the empty halls of the castle, the electrical apparatus strewn about creating a void where there would have been a steady hum, contrasting with the crackle that blitzed across the pool.
>Herr Möller let out a little laugh as he started to make his own way over to where the plush was situated. The technology of the lab, despite suffering a mild blackout, came back online. One or two of the machines started to rock with the power of bending the shapes of reality.
>An exerted yelp came from the center of the room. A bit of splashing, as the doctor reached into the water, not quite yet discharged from the lightning strike that had just given it life.
>Herr Möller picked up his pace as he made it to the center of the lab with the doctor, and reached in himself, grasping at the horn of a unicorn, no longer soft and sewn but hard and made of magical bone.
>"She's really struggling, sir," said Herr Möller, tightening his grip over that of the doctor's.
>More thrashing, splashing at the surface, a sort of reverse drowning, with neither our human counterparts allowing themselves to think of what would happen if the pony that they had called from the aether would allow them to be tugged into the mirror pool.
>"Almost there, Herr Möller," cautioned the doctor, "you must know by now why I had asked you to fish by the stream all these months."
>The small equine on the other side of the surface stopped for a moment, and looked at the both of them, as if to size them up. They relaxed their grip; as an unwilling protégé was no protégé indeed, and gained just the amount of trust necessary to pull her up and out of the now rippled blue canvas.
>"Up you go!" yelled the professor, giddy.
>"She's quite a catch, sir," said Herr Möller. "A horn really was necessary," he added.
>"She lives!" shreiked the doctor.
>The pony broke the surface of the artificial pond, both men grasping at her forelegs and then haunches to pull her further into this world. With one last spirited yank, the men pulled her back, and collapsed on the cold, stone floor, as the new pony's hooves awkwardly clopped in between them on the mare's newfoud weight.
>"Der Führer will be well pleased..." mused the doctor, and rested his head.
Hope the colors aren't a bother, I tried to make sure they were bright enough for the Tomorrow theme and dark enough for the usual board color.