Champion of the woodlands. She was once a unicorn of the light, and had sensed the predators return 13 years prior to their first actual sighting. Despite the Order of the Horn insisting to trust in the power of light magic, she knew it would never be enough. As such, she obtained the unicornomicon, forged a pact with the spirit she calls Fred inside, and studies the workings of dark magic, so she can use it for good. It in turn darkened her pelt, and was what the others dubbed a blasphemous act. Venturing the lands beyond, and using the knowledge of dark magic, she searched for the prophet's key. She faced off other champions that were searching for it as well, and she learned a lot from their combat skills. There had been times she won, and times she lost, but she still learns. Her spirit companion had taken matters into his own claws, if ever his friend lost. Eventually, she returns to her homeland, only to see it in ruins. None of her fellow unicorns, nor order of the horn were to be seen. None, except for the elder. He explained the predators attacked them without warning, and without mercy. Despite their trust in light magic, it wasn't enough, and every unicorn escaped the destruction, but he wasn't as lucky, and was left for dead. He contemplated how right Oleander was, and that they should've acted on their own accord. Drawing his final breath, he pleaded her to save Foenum, and restore their home in her own way. Devastated by this loss, Oleander slumped to her knees, and started crying. Little did she realize, the other champions saw, and heard everything that happened. Feeling sorry for her, they gave her a full on group hug. Surprised by this, she felt like a huge weight she never knew she had was lifted from her shoulders, and before she knew it, she hugged them back. From that day forward, she learned a most important lesson: That if the hurt is too much to bear on your own, you turn to someone close to you to help guide you through it. Oleander had thus fended off the predators with her newfound friends, and seal them away forever. As peace had restored to Foenum, the unicorn of dark magic rebuilt her home from the ground up with the help of her friends, and the Order of the Horn.

Here's number three. I drew all these characters in a style I felt most fitted me, and I'm certainly impressed with what I achieved.

Oleander, Them's Fightin' Herds - Mane 6, Modus

Art - me