Note: Sketch is autistic. On a good day, he can manage to hold short conversations. On a bad day, he can barely communicate at all even if he is approached.
Sketch, as he prefers to be called, is a strange pony. A light coat, white as a canvas, filled in with random strokes of a dark brown tone. Dark grey hooves and horn, this pony seems to, at best, resemble a pencil. His eyes seem to have trouble focusing on any one thing for any extended period, his gaze shifting about in a carefree manner.
This unicorn has been drawing, sketching for nearly his entire life, and yet he is still terrible. He is very aware that he is terrible, and this could possibly be because he insists upon using his mouth instead of his horn to manipulate the drawing implements, he does the same for writing. It is not entirely clear why.
Sketch lives lonesome in a small 1.5 story home a few blocks from the main markets. The house, probably once quite beautiful, has fallen into a state of neglect, though not disrepair. The lawn is half overgrown, and the various sculptures and oddities in his yard are aging gracelessly. Of note are two items in particular, one, strung between two trees, is a hammock that appears to modeled after a squid... or a cuttlefish... something tentacled, and another is a large dragon's egg, which is secretly a very comfortable domed and shaded chair.
The inside of the home is quiet and lonely. It isn't dark, there are a few windows, but the rooms only have just enough light to show that they're.. there. It doesn't seem to invite company, ore speak of happy times. The walls of the den, living area, and loft are plastered with various pictures. The oldest, yellowed or grayed with age, are brilliant, photo-realistic animals and landscapes, but suddenly there is a jarring transition into things that.. aren't quite right, and then it continues to change, or simplify as time goes on. The most recent pieces are clearly representative of what they should be, but all of them are just.. off, wrong. Disproportionate or out of perspective.
In the home there is only a sparse kitchen, and a bare refrigerator. In the living area, a single wooden chair beside a table, and on that table a small, rubbery ball, which he tends to spend his day rolling back and forth under his hoof. The lot contains a bed, and a drawing table, and a lamp that no longer works, and various artistic supplies. Pencils, brushes, pastels. Blending sticks and soft erasers. Pens, papers, and some clay, long out of use and hardened. The paints and brushes are in similar condition.
Sketch has a unique magical talent that allows him to bring things that he draws to reality exactly the way he draws them, but with the colors and textures he envisions. Sketch cannot bring living things into existence, and attempting to do so ends up going horribly wrong. This lasts only as long as he can sustain the magic required to bring the object to 'life'. This object can only be created within direct line of sight and cannot take up the space of another object. It can be placed upon or affixed into any object or plant that it may fit on, but does not extend to animals or insects. If he can envision it, and draw it, he can make it. It can do anything he wants it to as long as it is designed for that purpose and that purpose is possible, although its effects last only as long as the magic is sustained. So, a wave that drenches a house dries away instantly as soon as the magic runs out, etc. The more massive or more complex the creation, the greater the strain to create it.