User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-9204260-20141230175422

Sibyl was uncomfortable. She hated those moment between taking a hit, the few moments of introspection before the visions came. She looked about the room and the paintings she had already made. A great, fiery clash at some sort of beach resort, a town hall being wrecked by some sort of green-maned villain, ponies being slaughtered with a mysterious figure obviously responsible walking away, a neon green pony obviously pained and sturggling in some sort of test tube. She preferred the happier-looking ones. Two ponies, brown and cream-coloured, dancing. The same neon green pony he had drawn to be in a test tube building a huge sand castle with what looked to be a bat-pony. She had seen the news, knew of some of the paintings had come true a few days after she painted them. She feared all of them had come true or would come true, yet she was filled with a slight bit of curiousity.

Her introspection ended, her eyes turned pure white, and, swiftly, she picked up a paintbrush and began to paint.

(Just so nobody thinks I'm pulling a character out of nowhere as I am wont to do, this one is based on Isaac Mendez from mostly-tv series-but-also-has-comics Heroes series. That's close enough, right? )