Disclaimer: I don't own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic or any of its characters.
Forgive me this verbosity, but I'm afraid my current condition is a rather… lonely one. I have neighbors, but they are poor conversationalists almost to a pony. Ergo, I have been granted leave to write my memoirs and post them on this marvelous new tool, the internet. Of course, I always prefer to psychoanalyze others, but I suppose I must focus on the only willing subject at hand to stay sharp: myself.
I suppose you all were hoping I would begin at the exciting part; however, I think it's best to move chronologically. It will provide valuable context, and besides, I wouldn't want to spoil you.
I was born Remus Burgundy Velvet, the youngest of three foals. The Velvet family, as you may or may not know, is a minor noble unicorn family from Seaddle; the head of our family is a Viscount, although I've never been near inheriting the title. We're not particularly wealthy or powerful in this day and age, but we're still known as artists and art connoisseurs. I was the only earth pony in a family of unicorns, but I received little or no special treatment to make up for my lack of magical abilities; in retrospect, this was a good thing, as I could have very easily been brought up coddled and useless. Still, I often resented my parents and older brother and sister during my last few years of colthood, and there was some friction. They were all artistically inclined in some way or another; I liked art, but I held the various sciences in high regard as well. Psychology has always appealed to me partially because it is both an art and a science. I always sought both, because it was knowledge I craved. Knowledge is, after all, power, and after my unicorn heritage and noble heritage both denied me any of the power they usually carried, is it any wonder I was looking to make up for lost opportunities? So there it is, I suppose - I've always sought knowledge as a source of power.
Maybe this will be an interesting analysis after all.