Zaraxan & Razvarion

Name: Zaraxan (the Phantom Blade)
Race: Changeling
Gender: Male
Talent: Zaraxan's and Razvarion's Shapeshift can't be seen through, and only breaks when attacked while helpless. Razvarion is his own separate being, having the Cavalier skills for himself.
Class: Dark Knight
Skills: Changeling Flight, Shapeshift, Control, Ambush, Cavalier (Animal Husbandry X 3)
Hits/Wounds: 5/5
Inventory: Obsidian Keris (Single Weapon)
Appearance: Zaraxan looks similar to other changelings, but he has two head frills, off center from the middle of his neck like most changelings, and they extended farther down his neck and reach further up on his head than normal. Two rows of smaller horns run along from his forehead to the back of his head.
Backstory:
	Zaraxan was hatched in one of the hive's under rule of Chrysalis, located in the Badlands along the Equestrian border. His hive was one of the more vicious ones, specialized in raising and training the future generals and leaders of the hive's armies, and more dangerous in that they had their own sentience, unlike the other common drones. Life there was filled with fighting, the strong ruling over the weak, which gave way to this hive being the source of the leaders for the changeling army.
	While most of the changelings there were known for being vicious, Zaraxan was on another level. His shape-shifting was more durable than most other changelings, and he had the subduing powers mostly held by the emotion gathering changelings, allowing him to force control on any foe he came across. His combat prowess put him on a quick path to becoming a general of the changeling forces. Wherever his forces went, nothing was left, everything being assimilated into the swarm or killed. While most changelings feed off love or other good emotions, Zaraxan lives for the fear and despair that arises from the battlefield and has adapted to feed off these emotions in place of other "positive" emotions. His combination of shapeshifting deception, attacks faster than the eye cold see, and merciless tactics gave the title of "Phantom Blade", however, his reputation is mostly known to only changelings since few have faced his forces and lived.
	Unaware of the pony's device that "liberated" the lower changelings back in Equestria, Zaraxan was leading his own invasion. His target was a place called the Emerald Shrine, outside of Equestria's southern borders. The shrine was home and a sanctuary to many druid and shaman types, the place was devoted to protecting and enriching nature. Most other changelings saw it as a goldmine of love to drain, seeing how much the ponies and others inside cared for the earth. Zaraxan however saw it as a perfect target to weaken everything else nearby, for what better way to make other forces lose hope and give up than to hear that the changeling swarm has conquered the sanctuary of all nature and purity. Now the shrine was aware of the changeling hives nearby in Equestria, and had precautions to force them back into their original form if they got too close, making most invasions impossible since they could rise up defenses once changelings were detected. Zaraxan had a plan to overcome this, with his more durable shapeshifting, he would infiltrate in alone while the rest of his army would wait outside the shrine's protection ready to strike once a large enough distraction was made.
	And so, Zaraxan initiated his plan. He disguised himself as a plain green earth pony, posing as a worn down traveler in need of shelter and rest. Passing through the outer aura around the shrine was mildly painful, but he endured and his disguise held. Once he reached the shrine and told a false story to gain sympathy, the druids brought him in immediately to help, and unfortunately sealing their doom. Zaraxan spent some time resting, talking, and learning to gain their trust, and gain it he did. Helping to care for some of the plants and assist with some task around the shrine made some of the higher druids lighten up to him, after all having a person come in needing help and turn around to help above and beyond what they should tends to cause people to let down their guard thinking you're a great ally. Soon even the head Arch-Druid wanted to meet Zaraxan, and so Zaraxan went to talk with him. The Arch-Druid was impressed with his selflessness, helping around the shrine despite coming to their doorstep hungry and ragged. He offered Zaraxan a position at the shrine to become a druid, he accepted, saying he felt a great calling ever since he got there. The Arch-Druid called him forward to bless him with the earth's call and make it official. Zaraxan approached, he knelt down to recieve the blessing with a sinister grin. And then... silence.
	There stood Zaraxan and the Arch-Druid, both motionless. The surrounding druids and shrine residents silent at the sight,  knife embedded into the Arch-Druid's neck, and Zaraxan's skin peeling back in a green fire revealing his true form. A laugh echoed through the shrine's halls as the life magic flowing through the building and the plants visibly weakening, and then the swarm followed forth. The changeling's outside swarmed the shrine, flowing in taking advantage of the inactive shrine denizens in too much of a shock seeing their leader killed before them. Hearing the army breaking into the shrine snapped them of heir shock as they mobilized to defend. Zaraxan pulled his blade from the dying Arch-Druid, kicking his body aside and looking over the chaos seeing the shrine fall around him. As he basked in the fighting and impending victory, he was suddenly attacked by a green dragon from above. The dragon attacked him ferociously, enraged at the fall of the Arch-Druid. Zaraxan fought the dragon alone, telling all the other changelings who approached upon hearing the dragon's roar to focus on the rest of the shrine. The dragon put up a great fight, matching Zaraxan's speed and surpassing in strength, but it was not enough. The dragon grew reckless in its rage, and as the fight dragged on it left itself open, and Zaraxan struck a finishing blow, taking the dragon down but still alive. Leaving the dragon down to move through the rest of the shrine to see the progress of the takeover, a messenger changeling came to him, Chrysalis was calling him back to Equestria. A bit hesitant to leave the shrine with his mission not yet finished, but a call back from the Queen is not common and cannot be ignored.
	Zaraxan returned to Equestria leaving his army to finish up with the shrine, ordering them to capture anything left alive, and upon his return he was meet with a surprise. The hives were scattered, broken, and confused. Zaraxan made his way to the central hive to find out what happened in his absence. On his arrival, he met with Chrysalis, who informed him of what the ponies did. Zaraxan cared less on the pony's device that "freed" the missing drones, his rage was directed at the changelings that fled to the pony lands, abandoning their homes and brethren. Chrysalis, seeing his anger, told him that since the Equestrians were welcoming these traitor changelings, she sent in spies to easily infiltrate the pony society, and that someone with Zaraxan's capabilities would give them a perfect leader on the inside. Zaraxan took this offer gladly, not only because he was curious as to why the ponies would "free" and accept these changelings, but also because these traitors needed to be dealt with.
	Preparing himself for this venture into the pony lands, Zaraxan checked back on his army, wondering if they too were affected by the device. Luckily for him they weren't, being so far out, and they had one big prize from the ruined shrine, a prize that could help him greatly. Zaraxan went to the holding cells, and found the dragon he fought, only now it was corrupted and mutated into a changeling hybrid. The changeling subduers warned Zaraxan that the dragon still had its mind together, and it was dangerous. Zaraxan paid no mind, as he already fought it once, and dismissed them to deal with the dragon alone. Zaraxan stepped forward towards the dragon, and as he did, it charged at him, furious against the changelings for what had happened to it, but was cut short by the chain around its neck restraining it.
"Still have strength to move after being corrupted? Impressive."
The dragon steps back, letting the chain slack.
>"It'll take more than what you creatures could do to break me."
"I beat you down well enough when we last fought. But enough of that, I came here to offer you a chance at freedom, if you help us."
>"Coming to me for help? This from the bug who single hoofedly took down a shrine?"
"This is a big task. The ponies of Equestria have broken up the hives and have stolen many of my brethren from us."
The dragon gives a low chuckle.
>"Sounds familiar, no?"
"I see you still have some wit in that mind as well."
>"Why should I help you, when you're just getting back what you do onto others?"
"This is different, we do what we must to expand and survive, gathering food and anything else for the rest of the hive to live. These ponies stole many of us, claiming to have 'freed' them, only to just mark them up to keep tabs on them. They gain nothing nothing from this except ego and false morality."
>"Yet you do similar with those you capture, like me."
Zaraxan stomps his hoofs.
"Enough, I don't have time to deal with your jests. I have my mission to worry about..."
Zaraxan turns and starts to leave. As he nears the door, the dragon stands, the sounds of the chains rattling cause Zaraxan to stop.
>"Not going to wait for my answer? And here I thought you came in for help."
Zaraxan scoffs.
"Sounded like you had better things to do here in your cell."
The dragon chuckles.
>"Insulting you pests gets tiring after so long, I'd like to see how those ponies can handle it."
"If you insist."
Zaraxan walks over and unlocks the chains, freeing the dragon. The dragon stretches out his wings, now being able to move freely.
"Now, how about you tell me your name."
The dragon stares down at Zaraxan, silent for a moment.
>"You can call me... Razvarion."
"And you can call me Zaraxan. Now Razvarion, let's prepare. We have plenty to do if we're going to start taking down these ponies."
	And now, with the dragon Razvarion assisting him, Zaraxan set out towards Canterlot. With Razvarion also having stronger shapeshifting capabilities than most changelings, due to the draconic blood holding the shifting magic better, they disguise themselves as ponies to enter the city, forgoing the route of branding and sneaking in as the traitor changelings have.
	Zaraxan disguised himself as a blond maned, white earth pony named Morning Shine, a travelling pony druid. Taking the knowledge of what he learned and experience at his time in the Emerald Shrine, he spreads the teachings of nature, a perfect counter disguise to dissuade anypony from thinking he could be a changeling.

Name: Razvarion
Race: Changeling Dragon
Gender: Male
Class: Cavalier
Skills: Dragon Flight, Shapeshift, Toxic Slime
Hits/Wounds: 5/5
Appearance: Razvarion is a dark purple changelingified dragon. His wings are filled with a number of holes, a large frill extends along the back of his neck, and a row of spines line the top of his head. A poisonous ooze secrets from his jaws and from the scales along his claws. His scales are smooth and neatly oriented, giving him a brilliant shine, even more so along his claws which are slick with the ooze. His size is roughly one and a half times taller than Celestia, and 3 times as long at normal standing height. Despite his large natural size he can disguise as a normal sized pony, or any size pony like other changelings.
Backstory:
	Razvarion was formerly known as Zaschius, a green dragon that was hatched and raised at the Emerald Shrine. While he was still an egg, his parent's were guardians of nature, and as such a number of druids and others who worked with nature magic came and lived at their cave. It was a sanctuary for all caretakers of the earth, but one day attackers came. They came for the dragon's horde, despite them not having much due to caring more for nature than for gold and jewels. The druids helped to defend the dragons who have protected them and let them set up home there, but it was not enough. They managed to fight off the attackers, but the dragons were fatally wounded. In their last moments, they entrusted their egg to a young acolyte to care for. In memoriam, they build a mighty shrine on the dragons' cave, a sanctuary for all that care for nature that was to be called the Emerald Shrine. Zaschius soon hatched, the death of his parents left unknown to him as the druid took him in and raised him. The acolyte he was entrusted to became an older brother to him, the two being a large driving force in the shrine's growth. Soon the two reached adulthood, or at least adulthood in pony age, Zaschius was still a teenager in dragon time. The acolyte was blessed to be the Arch-Druid, to lead and care for all in the shrine. Zaschius was proud for him, and wanted to help in some way. The acolyte, now the Arch-Druid, told him of his parents and what happened, telling him how they helped all of the order before. Zaschius was sad over hearing that his parents were dead, but was filled with purpose and wanted to protect the druids as his parents did. And so Zaschius became the shrine's guardian, protecting it while assisting the Arch-Druid in caring for it.
	Time passed, the Arch-Druid grew old, and Zaschius was now a young adult. The shrine remained protected and safe since it was formed. Not much happened, but Zaschius felt content knowing the shrine was in peace. That is, until that day. A wanderer that came to the shrine was proving to be a great boon, and was to be blessed and brought into the druid order officially. Zaschius was reminded back to when the Arch-Druid was a young acolyte and helped with such fervor as the newcomer, but was snapped from his nostalgia by a horrid sight. The newcomer struck the Arch-Druid with a fatal wound in he blink of an eye, and revealed itself as a changeling. Zaschius felt anger for the first time, and flew down at the attacker in a rage. The changeling avoided his attacks, but couldn't land many strikes himself. A few blows were exchanged, and Zaschius was slowly growing more consumed in his fury. An overextended attack left him open, and the assailant struck him down. Hanging on the edge of unconsciousness, Zaschius looked upon the changeling and closed his eyes expecting death, ashamed that he let this creature into the shrine and cause this destruction but contempt in that he at least fought with his all and died a noble death like his parents before. However, the death blow never came. The changeling that struck him down was gone, and soon later others like him came with a few other remaining druids and began to place them all in cocoons.
	The changelings brought them all to one of the hives in the nearby Equestrian Badlands. There they were harvested of their emotions, but it wasn't too long until Zaschius was moved again. The changelings saw him as a powerful tool, and moved him to the central hive under Chrysalis. There they began to force the corruption process on him, to turn him into a changelingified dragon to be under their control. This process was extremely painful, pushing his body to the edge of death multiple times and wracking torment on his mind on corrupting a being that once stood for nature and purity. The process was completed, and he survived the corruption. His brilliant emerald green scales now a deep dark purple, his wings now riddled with holes like the changelings before him. His small horns now extended to fierce spikes, a large frill extending off the back of his neck distancing himself further from his old self. And lastly, his fire was gone, no longer able to breath his emerald flame but instead only found a poisonous ooze left in its place, rotting and dissolving anything it touched. He was an antithesis to everything he once stood for, and all he felt was anger. He lashed out at the changelings, all that he could think of was destroying these beings who destroyed his life. The changelings quickly swarmed and subdued him, chaining him down before he could do much damage. They began to torture him, attacking and beating him to slowly break his will and mind to make him a mindless weapon. It was painful, but Zaschius was able to keep his mind intact, keeping it the same however was impossible. No longer was he the calm, stalwart, protector that he once was, he was now a furious scourge, set on inflicting the same destruction he had to endure on anything he could. His mind being pushed and attacked by the changelings, and being restrained left his mind the only thing he could use in any way. This let him build his mental prowess, not only being able to resist the changeling's influence, but able to read others and twist words in a way to strike back at their core. This let Zaschius become a strong mental foe, along with his naturally impressive dragon strength, he was a deadly force.
	Days bled into days, weeks into weeks, time began to fade as the only things he had were sleep, eating, and torture. That was until one day, a change came. A lone changeling approached him. Zaschius recognized the bug, it being the one that killed the arch-druid and started the downfall of his shrine. He charged the harbringer of all that befell him, only to be cut short by the chain. The changeling spoke condescendingly, and Zaschius spoke back in a similar mocking manner. Most of the previous changelings couldn't handle a prisoner being able to turn back the same tones that get tossed at them, and it drove them into a rage. This one however, dismissed his jab, and started to ask for help. Zaschius was dumbstruck for a moment, but pushed it aside when the changeling offered freedom as well. He shot down the offer, mocking this bug would need his help when he took down the shrine's defenses alone. The changeling began to explain the situation of the changelings and the ponies, and Zaschius mocked him. The situation was no different than what happened to his old home when the changelings came. After turning the changeling's excuses back at him a few more times, the changeling turned to leave. Zaschius smiled at driving another one off in a rage, but stopped, having heard a different emotion in the changeling's last words. It sounded like, desperation, like the changeling knew he needed help. None of the other changelings had that in their voice before. Zaschius stood, and called out to the changeling, saying he would help him. The changeling turned back and freed him, something else none of the others would do. They would have kept him restrained in some way, expecting an attack, yet this one freed him fully, leaving himself unprotected. Zaschius knew the bug could beat him in a fight, but this action showed that the changeling needed his help, more than he would even admit. The changeling asked Zaschius' name. He stopped in thought, his name, a lone remnant of his old life. Something that was long behind and could never be returned to, and should be forgotten. He thought of a new name, a start to his new life.
>"You can call me... Razvarion."
	And so Zaschius, now Razvarion, teamed up with the changeling, and the two set out to Canterlot. Razvarion learned that he had the same shapeshifting capabilities as the changelings, now being a hybrid of one himself. Although his disguises held better than most others, his draconic blood and natural magical nature binding the magic form to his body. This let the two sneak into Canterlot disguise as ponies without any suspicion.
	Razvarion disguised himself as a white maned, blue pegasus named Diamond Dust, posing as a travelling druid along with Zaraxan. But instead of praising nature, Razvarion acts more of a bodyguard, preferring actions to words in this disguise.