Galvin Roe's Character Fiesta
Jun 23, 2013 18:13:13 GMT -7
Post by Galvin Roe on Jun 23, 2013 18:13:13 GMT -7
Green Stroke's
Green Strokes', that eccentric artist.
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Right Hoof
Right Hoof: The sensible pony in the party.
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Bright Mane
Bright Mane: The sassy teenager.
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Clarissa Clause
Clarissa is a bit of a nutter, a Pegasus mare who follows around Notes (Harpsichord player) as his personal assistant because she LOVE'S the harpsichord. She gets him to teach her whenever he has a chance. The only reason he puts up with her is because he has fallen madly in love with her.
Clarissa doesn't really care for Notes but she loves his playing, playing which she cannot seem to get down. Clarissa used to be a secretary for Big Bucks until she heard her first harpsichord concerto. Now she cannot care for anything else but that strange, novel of an instrument.
Other ponies notice Clarissa for her outstounding beauty but she couldn't care less about using her looks to her advantage. Her mind has been wipped clean of anything that is NOT Harpsichord.
Clarissa Clause, that crazy Harpsichord fan!
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Silkaia Water
Name: Silkaia Water
Pony age: 23
company/shop/stall name: Teashop: The Green Moon (in large black letters) with Teashop (in larger black letters underneath)
Description (pony): Sikaia is a stubborn pony who just returned from Ibexia with a great deal of contacts, new friends, tea and a messy mane. But not a lick of money! She has decided to open up a tea shop to increase her wealth as well as share the wonders of the world with the ponies. Alot of ponies said she can't run a business "She's too fickle and not responisble enough" they say, well that is one of the reasons she's setting out to do it!
Description (pony image): (coming soon) Silkaia is alot shorter then most mares but she has the spirit of a princess sized pony. She gets into a lot of trouble doing things "not by the book" or "different ways" but most the time it turns out allright. Her shinning white compensates for her height though, but people think she's alot older then she is, which she is fine with! Her ensaring green eyes she uses to capture someone's attention and hold it while she speaks.
Description Shop: The shop is based off the traditional Chinese design, a place to come in and sit for hours. She sells tea by the pot, for ponies who wish to stay and enjoy the atmosphere (quiet and relaxing with soft traditional Ibexian (chinese) music playing in the background), refilling with hot water until the leaves are nothing but dregs. She also sells by the bag for those who wish to brew elsewhere. Pots and cups will be sold and displayed about the shop when she has the extra cash to invest in these pots. She sells some traditional sweets and the menu will expand with her bank account.
Shop (outside view):The entrance is basically all glass with metal framing, a couple small tables, able to sit three ponies each, sit outside. The entrance is the cash register and the large bags of tea (by ounce and loose leaf not bagged)
Shop (Inside view): The register (portion) is partially closed off from the tea section a small concrete indent begins on the sides coming 3 feet in on either side and a bamboo curtain sits just a little way in to allow just the right ammount of light into the shop, soft lights hang lite A kind of bamboo screen
If it sells what does it sell?: Teas (loose leaf) [green, herbal, red, oolong, black, yellow, white], traditional sweets, teapots (in future)
Any NPC employees?: NO, looking for some help if anypony wants to assist an up and coming business owner.
Silkaia, really likes silk clothes (which she can NEVER afford) and hot showers on cold days.
Silkaia Waters, that tea enthusiast!
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Shikahdyu Dema
Shikahdyu Dema: Pony Buddha!
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Grendin Arin Von Ranquester
Grendin Arin Von Ranquester, that smart pony.
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Sanguine Love
Name: Sanguine Love
Gender: Earth-Pony Stallion
Age (pony or pony years): 20
Personality: Very likeable, persistent and dedicated, until . . . his addiction
Appearance: Black Mane and tail with small flecks of gold. Mane is done up in a small bun, held behind with a foal's-gold clasp. Deep purple hued coat, well kept (until recently). Hypnotic eyes of Dazzling green with small specks of white and silver. These eyes he could hold in a cold careless stare or glint brightly until his addiction. Now bags can be seen forming under the lids and a kind of fear always seems to pierce through those magnificent eyes of his.
Back-story: Sanguine was born to a poor family of Earth-pony farmers, living out in a small community off Manehattan. He was the first of two children, his younger sister (by a year) left the farm as soon as possible, "I wasn't built for farm-work" Celia Love constantly told him. So, she left around the age of 15, a little filly in a big world and neither Sanguine or his family has heard from her since. Her claim, that she wasn't built for work, was based primarily on her natural beauty. Their entire family was rather handsome but his father wanted to remove himself and his future-offspring from the bustle of Manehattan, he knew what city life could do to a pony.
His parents never really recovered from the blow of Celia's sudden departure, they still loved him and sent him into Manehattan for schooling but . . . they always seemed, distant afterwards. As though they couldn't afford to put much hope in Sanguine. But Sanguine turned out to be rather smart and very likeable, soon he had a couple scholarships and enough steam to get him through business school . . . Which everyone recommended he should take.
Sanguine was a prodigy, he learned business managing with such ease. He had that special gift: being able to get along with any-pony and everyone loved him. Save for those rare few who hate kindness . . . Sanguine loved life and everything he did, he did so with great vigor! His sheer vitality permeated those around him, infusing them with enhanced drive and motivation. Until the fateful day of his second year at the business University . . .
His father died in a horrible avalanche accident. Their farm-house was eradicated. He took a couple months off to assist his mother in a move to Manhattan. His mother wasn't young but a hard life on a farm had kept her strong-willed and fit, she returned to the great bustling city in her 43 year of life, sorrowful and callous but ready to make a new start. She forced Sanguine back to school, even though he insisted on assisting her new "Sew-and-make" business. She wouldn't have him flounder after all that happened. She hopped he might have a chance to have an easy life for a while.
So he made his way back to the University but, through that trick of pony rumor and spread, he learned his mother was having severe money troubles, she might even lose her business soon. He had a little spare change . . . He would return and do what he could for her . . . At least so he planned until his 'friend' Market Under gave him a little suggestion:
"Ah ya need money, huh? How bout you come to the club with me and the boys. There's this game called Craps, you play with dice . . ."
Normally Sanguine wouldn't put a hoof NEAR a place like that but the times weren't normal. . . He knew he wouldn't sleep that night and the earliest train didn't leave till 5:00 am . . . He was a little angry at the world and a 'club' sounded like the perfect way to get back at the world. It was here his gambling addiction began . . . What he didn't know was Market Under was a kind of, advertiser. He got a little pay for every-pony he brought in and a little more if they became a regular. The ponies had a deal with him and it went something along these lines: "You bring a new guy in and we'll give him a few 'good' shots on the Craps table, our fancy dice do just the trick. But his luck will, how shall I say . . . decrease as he plays more. If he comes in again we'll give him our fancy dice for two rounds then switch him out. You make a cent for every bit he loses."
Sanguine made 300bits that night and he was officially 'hooked' on gambling. He sent money back to his mom but after a while his luck seemed to . . . decrease. He was in the pot for 1000 bits now and he has made his way to Pony-ville. He needs a job and maybe a loan . . . He's 'off' gambling now but still gets the urge every now and then, can he properly reform himself and get the money he needs to his pursuers?
Cutie Mark: Pair of hooves interconnected, representing his ability to work and get along with most any pony. This silver mark seems a little faded and grey now . . .
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Cutie Mark: Pair of hooves interconnected, representing his ability to work and get along with most any pony. This silver mark seems a little faded and grey now . . .
Eye Color: Hypnotic eyes of Dazzling green with small specks of white and silver.
Mane & Tail Color: Black Mane and tail with small flecks of gold
Mane Style: Mane is done up in a small bun, held behind with a foal's-gold clasp.
Coat Color: Deep Purple
Physique: Very skinny
Species: Earth Pony
Cloathing: None
Occupation: Running from liquidators
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Life Goal:Become a entrepreneur Get out of debt.
Personality: Paranoid; worried; unstable
Likes: Being free of debt,gambling
Dislikes: Gambling, manefia, liquidators, himself
Friends: Family, a few college friends, not many
Enemies: Liquidators, manefia
Sanguine Love, that unlucky pony
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Emmit K. Tel
Emmit K. Tell, that airy pony.
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Clara Tesla
Clara tesla, that genius pony!
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Full Name: Murr-Ryn Cyrius of the Cyrius merchants.
Murr-Ryn Cyrius, The profitable 1/4 Elf.
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(Sorry about the difference in format for different ponies :3. But at least I am inconsistent lol!)
Eccentric artist, mainly author. Stallion that travels the world looking for insperation, creativity and stories. Constantly on the go, he doesn't consider any county his "home" nor does he side with sides who have wars against each other. Stroke's has a strict philosophy on life: "The individual is important, is everything!" He doesn't care for great empires or governments of any sort. The only thing that matters to him is the happiness of the individual.
Green Strokes is well kept from his travels through different lands, he can fight just mediocore, as he has picked up some martial arts along the way. Still he is NOT a pony who would fight if the situation had ANY other resolution and as Green Stroke's likes to say: "There is ALWAYS another resolution."
Green Stroke is likeable for his eccentric behaviour but can easily be just as un-likable for . . . his eccentric behaviour. His ideas are often puzziling to ponies around him and sometimes, most times, ponies just lable him as a crazy old coot and don't look deeper into his meanings and metaphors.
Green Strokes has a small entourage, consisting of: Right Hoof (Strokes' personal assistant) and Bright Mane (Strokes' apprentice)
(Original signup for Sweet and Elite; Original Green Strokes)
Green Strokes is well kept from his travels through different lands, he can fight just mediocore, as he has picked up some martial arts along the way. Still he is NOT a pony who would fight if the situation had ANY other resolution and as Green Stroke's likes to say: "There is ALWAYS another resolution."
Green Stroke is likeable for his eccentric behaviour but can easily be just as un-likable for . . . his eccentric behaviour. His ideas are often puzziling to ponies around him and sometimes, most times, ponies just lable him as a crazy old coot and don't look deeper into his meanings and metaphors.
Green Strokes has a small entourage, consisting of: Right Hoof (Strokes' personal assistant) and Bright Mane (Strokes' apprentice)
Statistics:
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Cutie Mark: Three Green Strokes
Eye Color: Green
Mane & Tail Color: Silver, White
Coat Color: Light, light Green
Physique: Well-kept, not Buff
Species: Earth Pony
Cloathing: Many
Occupation: Painter, Author, Poet, Adventurer
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Life Goal: Have everypony sharing the same ammout of freedom and happiness
Personality: Eccentric artist with a very definitive look on life
Likes: Happy ponies, Artistic ponies, Creativity, Friendship, Productivity
Dislikes: Government, Gods, Overly - powerful beings, SLAVERY
Friends: Anyone and everyone he happens to meet along his travels
Enemies: Alberto Rondierzo (Author who preaches the OPPOSITE of Strokes' ideas)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Cutie Mark: Three Green Strokes
Eye Color: Green
Mane & Tail Color: Silver, White
Coat Color: Light, light Green
Physique: Well-kept, not Buff
Species: Earth Pony
Cloathing: Many
Occupation: Painter, Author, Poet, Adventurer
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Life Goal: Have everypony sharing the same ammout of freedom and happiness
Personality: Eccentric artist with a very definitive look on life
Likes: Happy ponies, Artistic ponies, Creativity, Friendship, Productivity
Dislikes: Government, Gods, Overly - powerful beings, SLAVERY
Friends: Anyone and everyone he happens to meet along his travels
Enemies: Alberto Rondierzo (Author who preaches the OPPOSITE of Strokes' ideas)
(Original signup for Sweet and Elite; Original Green Strokes)
Name: Green Strokes
Gender: Stallion
Race: Earth Pony, with a unicorn assistant (stallion) and a unicorn apprentice (mare), if my apprentice cannot attend the party I shall still need my assistant (he carries my things)
Nationality: Equestiran (but has traveled all over the world and doesn't consider Equestria his country)
Occupation: High End Artist (Author, Poet, Painter (surreal and impressionistic) and philosopher)
Personality: A little lost in his own mind, has a small amount of trouble "relating" to others but talkative and outgoing. Does not have a firm understanding on the difference between kindness/rudeness but it should only become a problem when discussing art (mainly his) or philosophy.
Description/image: White waving locks, stylized just to the point where they are clearly not naturally falling the way they do but still seemingly chaotic in appearance. Violent Green eyes that hold a great deal of passion and tension. Pale - Pale green skin so light it is almost white but the hue is most certainly there. Tail is completely removed at the moment. If I am accepted when I enter the hall I shall be wearing a ridiculous pair of pixie paper (translucent and opalescent) wings, about twice my size in width (these do not work just a fashion and philosophical statement! I shall quickly remove them but should prove an interesting topic, I hope .) My formal attire something of a viridian (metallic silver green) kimono <- (Japanese robed clothing)
Equipment: Pocket watch, monocle (hanging loosely by ear, hardly ever uses), my three trusted fountain pens and a green "leather" (fake leather of course, we are ponies!) book-sash holding "A Fight for Immortality", "The Seventeen Obstacles" (both books by me) and "Nevermare Strange and Mr. Coarse" (My favorite book by some pony author)
Religion: TRUTH is this pony's religion the burning truth he believes lies deep within
Important info/background: Just returned from a far off land (do not want to go too much in detail with this but if asked I can find something), I believe the only reason I would be invited to this party is if Fancy Pants was a fan of mine or we are old chums, I am known for being slightly uncouth and very unorthodox but I have also been honored as a top notch l party guest. At least others are entertained watching my eccentricities
Gender: Stallion
Race: Earth Pony, with a unicorn assistant (stallion) and a unicorn apprentice (mare), if my apprentice cannot attend the party I shall still need my assistant (he carries my things)
Nationality: Equestiran (but has traveled all over the world and doesn't consider Equestria his country)
Occupation: High End Artist (Author, Poet, Painter (surreal and impressionistic) and philosopher)
Personality: A little lost in his own mind, has a small amount of trouble "relating" to others but talkative and outgoing. Does not have a firm understanding on the difference between kindness/rudeness but it should only become a problem when discussing art (mainly his) or philosophy.
Description/image: White waving locks, stylized just to the point where they are clearly not naturally falling the way they do but still seemingly chaotic in appearance. Violent Green eyes that hold a great deal of passion and tension. Pale - Pale green skin so light it is almost white but the hue is most certainly there. Tail is completely removed at the moment. If I am accepted when I enter the hall I shall be wearing a ridiculous pair of pixie paper (translucent and opalescent) wings, about twice my size in width (these do not work just a fashion and philosophical statement! I shall quickly remove them but should prove an interesting topic, I hope .) My formal attire something of a viridian (metallic silver green) kimono <- (Japanese robed clothing)
Equipment: Pocket watch, monocle (hanging loosely by ear, hardly ever uses), my three trusted fountain pens and a green "leather" (fake leather of course, we are ponies!) book-sash holding "A Fight for Immortality", "The Seventeen Obstacles" (both books by me) and "Nevermare Strange and Mr. Coarse" (My favorite book by some pony author)
Religion: TRUTH is this pony's religion the burning truth he believes lies deep within
Important info/background: Just returned from a far off land (do not want to go too much in detail with this but if asked I can find something), I believe the only reason I would be invited to this party is if Fancy Pants was a fan of mine or we are old chums, I am known for being slightly uncouth and very unorthodox but I have also been honored as a top notch l party guest. At least others are entertained watching my eccentricities
Green Strokes', that eccentric artist.
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Right Hoof
Name: Right Hoof
Gender: Stallion
Race: Unicorn
Nationality: Equestrian, lived in Canterlot till he moved to pony-ville.
Occupation: Green Stroke's assistant: carries the loads; writes, what I dictate to him; makes dinner (decent chef, not good) and other menial tasks
Personality: VERY level headed, more than a few times has he saved Green Stroke's from an unfavorable situation, even conversation wise! Although not the conversationalist his employer is, he has developed a good "sense" in diverting conversations when they begin reaching too close to those dangerous waters. Not terribly creative and does not have much "of interest" to say.
Equipment: Paint brushes, paints, chalk, pastels, ink, INSPERATION BOOK and paper all in a specialized black saddle bag
Description/image: A Big stallion, (muscular and tall) Right Hoof is a little imposing but his soft brown eyes show his inner kindness. His mane and tail are jet black and not tidy, his mane might be a little longer than a gentlecolt might sport. Wears a plain tunic of brown "leather" over his brown coat.
Right Hoof is not very proficient at using magic, he can only do small things (write, cook and dress) with his power. He is far more physical than most unicorns and does a great deal of manual labor for Green Strokes. This physicality is what brought him to pony-ville, as the original town for Earth-ponies, a lot of manual labor occurred. He worked as a construction pony for awhile than met Green Strokes, who enticed him with stories of the far world. Since then Right Hoof has been working for Green Strokes exclusively
Gender: Stallion
Race: Unicorn
Nationality: Equestrian, lived in Canterlot till he moved to pony-ville.
Occupation: Green Stroke's assistant: carries the loads; writes, what I dictate to him; makes dinner (decent chef, not good) and other menial tasks
Personality: VERY level headed, more than a few times has he saved Green Stroke's from an unfavorable situation, even conversation wise! Although not the conversationalist his employer is, he has developed a good "sense" in diverting conversations when they begin reaching too close to those dangerous waters. Not terribly creative and does not have much "of interest" to say.
Equipment: Paint brushes, paints, chalk, pastels, ink, INSPERATION BOOK and paper all in a specialized black saddle bag
Description/image: A Big stallion, (muscular and tall) Right Hoof is a little imposing but his soft brown eyes show his inner kindness. His mane and tail are jet black and not tidy, his mane might be a little longer than a gentlecolt might sport. Wears a plain tunic of brown "leather" over his brown coat.
Right Hoof is not very proficient at using magic, he can only do small things (write, cook and dress) with his power. He is far more physical than most unicorns and does a great deal of manual labor for Green Strokes. This physicality is what brought him to pony-ville, as the original town for Earth-ponies, a lot of manual labor occurred. He worked as a construction pony for awhile than met Green Strokes, who enticed him with stories of the far world. Since then Right Hoof has been working for Green Strokes exclusively
Right Hoof: The sensible pony in the party.
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Bright Mane
Name: Bright Mane
Gender: Mare
Race: Unicorn
Nationality: Equestria, Canterlot
Occupation: Green Strokes' apprentice
Personality: Sarcastic and sometimes sardonic, had a horrible childhood but has been slowly recovering under Strokes' guardianship. Quiet, does not like to talk to other ponies much but will if prompted. Gets angry easily and a little moody (Teenager) and has a darker shade of humor than considered proper. Haughty and stubborn but not mean, directly.
Description/image: Light, light purple coat (literally almost white) with long flowing Light blue hair, meticulously washed and curled at tips. (Think of Trixie's hair but reaching down to her knee) Taller than most mares and taller than Green Strokes. Not wearing any clothing.
Equipment: Saddle sash (light blue with three Dark purple paint strokes on front) rests in front. Pastels and paper are within along with a few bits.
Important info/background: Mother and father were busy, busy ponies and Bright Mane had no siblings. When she was just a filly ran away from home and got lost in the Canterlot mountains. Luckily Green Strokes' and Right Hoof were passing by just a few days after she went lost. Having no friends in Canterlot and upset with her parents she lied to Green Strokes' and told him her parents had DIED. So, after some debate, Strokes' allowed her to tag along as his apprentice. At first she felt awful, wondering what her parents might of thought happaned but she convinced herself this was better for ALL of them, they had trouble raising a filly and she needed a caring hand. After a few days she began having fun and let her doubts float away, now she saw Strokes' as her legal guardian and has all but forgot about her parents . . . (If you feel like bringing that up , see how ambiguous that “busy” is, it is a GM's dream, haha.) Obviously a slightly neruotic and possible a little psychopathic but she is dealing with her problems as they come. Someone in need of the power of FRIENDSHIP.
Gender: Mare
Race: Unicorn
Nationality: Equestria, Canterlot
Occupation: Green Strokes' apprentice
Personality: Sarcastic and sometimes sardonic, had a horrible childhood but has been slowly recovering under Strokes' guardianship. Quiet, does not like to talk to other ponies much but will if prompted. Gets angry easily and a little moody (Teenager) and has a darker shade of humor than considered proper. Haughty and stubborn but not mean, directly.
Description/image: Light, light purple coat (literally almost white) with long flowing Light blue hair, meticulously washed and curled at tips. (Think of Trixie's hair but reaching down to her knee) Taller than most mares and taller than Green Strokes. Not wearing any clothing.
Equipment: Saddle sash (light blue with three Dark purple paint strokes on front) rests in front. Pastels and paper are within along with a few bits.
Important info/background: Mother and father were busy, busy ponies and Bright Mane had no siblings. When she was just a filly ran away from home and got lost in the Canterlot mountains. Luckily Green Strokes' and Right Hoof were passing by just a few days after she went lost. Having no friends in Canterlot and upset with her parents she lied to Green Strokes' and told him her parents had DIED. So, after some debate, Strokes' allowed her to tag along as his apprentice. At first she felt awful, wondering what her parents might of thought happaned but she convinced herself this was better for ALL of them, they had trouble raising a filly and she needed a caring hand. After a few days she began having fun and let her doubts float away, now she saw Strokes' as her legal guardian and has all but forgot about her parents . . . (If you feel like bringing that up , see how ambiguous that “busy” is, it is a GM's dream, haha.) Obviously a slightly neruotic and possible a little psychopathic but she is dealing with her problems as they come. Someone in need of the power of FRIENDSHIP.
Bright Mane: The sassy teenager.
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Clarissa Clause
Clarissa is a bit of a nutter, a Pegasus mare who follows around Notes (Harpsichord player) as his personal assistant because she LOVE'S the harpsichord. She gets him to teach her whenever he has a chance. The only reason he puts up with her is because he has fallen madly in love with her.
Clarissa doesn't really care for Notes but she loves his playing, playing which she cannot seem to get down. Clarissa used to be a secretary for Big Bucks until she heard her first harpsichord concerto. Now she cannot care for anything else but that strange, novel of an instrument.
Other ponies notice Clarissa for her outstounding beauty but she couldn't care less about using her looks to her advantage. Her mind has been wipped clean of anything that is NOT Harpsichord.
Statistics:
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Cutie Mark: Box of Chocolates
Eye Color: Crimson
Mane & Tail Color: Sparkling Starlight
Coat Color: Verly light red
Physique: Smaller then most mares
Species: Pegasus
Cloathing: Red Suit
Occupation: Harpsichord Fanatic, Personal Assistant
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Life Goal: Be able to play the Harpsichord, decently
Personality: Kind enough, if she responds, usually lost in Harpsichord land
Likes: The Harpsichord, music with the Harpsichord
Dislikes: Someone or somthing that distracts her from the Harpsichord
Friends: Notes, Octavia, Jam Becket, Green Strokes, Harpsichords
Enemies: N/A
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Cutie Mark: Box of Chocolates
Eye Color: Crimson
Mane & Tail Color: Sparkling Starlight
Coat Color: Verly light red
Physique: Smaller then most mares
Species: Pegasus
Cloathing: Red Suit
Occupation: Harpsichord Fanatic, Personal Assistant
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Life Goal: Be able to play the Harpsichord, decently
Personality: Kind enough, if she responds, usually lost in Harpsichord land
Likes: The Harpsichord, music with the Harpsichord
Dislikes: Someone or somthing that distracts her from the Harpsichord
Friends: Notes, Octavia, Jam Becket, Green Strokes, Harpsichords
Enemies: N/A
Clarissa Clause, that crazy Harpsichord fan!
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Silkaia Water
Name: Silkaia Water
Pony age: 23
company/shop/stall name: Teashop: The Green Moon (in large black letters) with Teashop (in larger black letters underneath)
Description (pony): Sikaia is a stubborn pony who just returned from Ibexia with a great deal of contacts, new friends, tea and a messy mane. But not a lick of money! She has decided to open up a tea shop to increase her wealth as well as share the wonders of the world with the ponies. Alot of ponies said she can't run a business "She's too fickle and not responisble enough" they say, well that is one of the reasons she's setting out to do it!
Description (pony image): (coming soon) Silkaia is alot shorter then most mares but she has the spirit of a princess sized pony. She gets into a lot of trouble doing things "not by the book" or "different ways" but most the time it turns out allright. Her shinning white compensates for her height though, but people think she's alot older then she is, which she is fine with! Her ensaring green eyes she uses to capture someone's attention and hold it while she speaks.
Description Shop: The shop is based off the traditional Chinese design, a place to come in and sit for hours. She sells tea by the pot, for ponies who wish to stay and enjoy the atmosphere (quiet and relaxing with soft traditional Ibexian (chinese) music playing in the background), refilling with hot water until the leaves are nothing but dregs. She also sells by the bag for those who wish to brew elsewhere. Pots and cups will be sold and displayed about the shop when she has the extra cash to invest in these pots. She sells some traditional sweets and the menu will expand with her bank account.
Shop (outside view):The entrance is basically all glass with metal framing, a couple small tables, able to sit three ponies each, sit outside. The entrance is the cash register and the large bags of tea (by ounce and loose leaf not bagged)
Shop (Inside view): The register (portion) is partially closed off from the tea section a small concrete indent begins on the sides coming 3 feet in on either side and a bamboo curtain sits just a little way in to allow just the right ammount of light into the shop, soft lights hang lite A kind of bamboo screen
If it sells what does it sell?: Teas (loose leaf) [green, herbal, red, oolong, black, yellow, white], traditional sweets, teapots (in future)
Any NPC employees?: NO, looking for some help if anypony wants to assist an up and coming business owner.
Silkaia, really likes silk clothes (which she can NEVER afford) and hot showers on cold days.
Silkaia Waters, that tea enthusiast!
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Shikahdyu Dema
Name: Shikahdyu Dema - soon to be known as the Zidda or Zidda
Gender: Shikahdyu is a Stallion
Age: 30 for the moment
Race: Earth Pony
Descriptive Image: A handsome pony, a very handsome pony. He has traditional Jet black hair and dark eyes with stong lashes. His coat is a shade of grey. His eyes are soft brown and he always holds a serene smile.
Short story: Shikahdyu has not yet reached his self enlightenment but he has devoted his full attention towards it. He has seen too many horrors on the planet to care about anything else. In a world that is constantly shifting and shaping itself he thinks it's necessary to find a kind of center a place one has complete control over and he has found through devotion and persistance that one place is one's own mind. Happiness is always present it only need be reached for and this he seeks to commune with his pony-kin., but Shikahdyu has not quite completed his learning but he will soon.
Realm: Shikahdyu is not a god, nor will he obtain the powers of a god but through revelation that the universe and one are the same and affected both ways he shall gain some minor miracles. Shikahdyu is self-motivated because he has seen these sufferings others have and even seeing sufferings or hearing about them makes one part of them, soon, once he has his answers, he shall attempt to share his learning with other ponies. But for now Shikahdyu is learning his lesson.
Gender: Shikahdyu is a Stallion
Age: 30 for the moment
Race: Earth Pony
Descriptive Image: A handsome pony, a very handsome pony. He has traditional Jet black hair and dark eyes with stong lashes. His coat is a shade of grey. His eyes are soft brown and he always holds a serene smile.
Short story: Shikahdyu has not yet reached his self enlightenment but he has devoted his full attention towards it. He has seen too many horrors on the planet to care about anything else. In a world that is constantly shifting and shaping itself he thinks it's necessary to find a kind of center a place one has complete control over and he has found through devotion and persistance that one place is one's own mind. Happiness is always present it only need be reached for and this he seeks to commune with his pony-kin., but Shikahdyu has not quite completed his learning but he will soon.
Realm: Shikahdyu is not a god, nor will he obtain the powers of a god but through revelation that the universe and one are the same and affected both ways he shall gain some minor miracles. Shikahdyu is self-motivated because he has seen these sufferings others have and even seeing sufferings or hearing about them makes one part of them, soon, once he has his answers, he shall attempt to share his learning with other ponies. But for now Shikahdyu is learning his lesson.
Shikahdyu Dema: Pony Buddha!
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Grendin Arin Von Ranquester
< My profile picture is a glimpse at the pony. Grendin Arin Von Ranquester is King Equestrius' personal advisor, he is an earth pony but was granted long life through his lordship's powers. At 1500 years he is undeniably clever and can be, quite, manipulative but generally pulls it off as good natured banter, while still planting the seeds of doubt into other ponies minds. ovO
Grendin is NOT very strong and fairly sickly. He prefers to have help with most things that he needs doing. =P
He means well but he might just be a little . . . misguided and will arrogance from overcalculating EVERYTHING lead him to wrongdoing?
Find out here: www.fanfiction.net/s/8010823/1/bHis_b_bEminence_b
Grendin is NOT very strong and fairly sickly. He prefers to have help with most things that he needs doing. =P
He means well but he might just be a little . . . misguided and will arrogance from overcalculating EVERYTHING lead him to wrongdoing?
Find out here: www.fanfiction.net/s/8010823/1/bHis_b_bEminence_b
Quick overlook for those who want to "glance":
Age: 1500, appears 20
Gender: Male
Cutie Mark: Hoof and Scroll
Eye Color: Crimson
Mane & Tail Color: Light, light green
Coat Color: Pearl
Physique: Sickly, weak, not fast, scarred
Species: King's Earth Pony
Cloathing: Mantle the color of shadows
Occupation: King Equestrius' personal advisor
-------------------- Not much is known about Grendin's personal Life ----------------------
Life Goal: No one can say but shows great determination to assist the king
Personality: Appears kind and hospitable but does not seem to have many friends
Likes/ Dislike: Unknown
Friends: ?
Age: 1500, appears 20
Gender: Male
Cutie Mark: Hoof and Scroll
Eye Color: Crimson
Mane & Tail Color: Light, light green
Coat Color: Pearl
Physique: Sickly, weak, not fast, scarred
Species: King's Earth Pony
Cloathing: Mantle the color of shadows
Occupation: King Equestrius' personal advisor
-------------------- Not much is known about Grendin's personal Life ----------------------
Life Goal: No one can say but shows great determination to assist the king
Personality: Appears kind and hospitable but does not seem to have many friends
Likes/ Dislike: Unknown
Friends: ?
Grendin Arin Von Ranquester, that smart pony.
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Sanguine Love
Name: Sanguine Love
Gender: Earth-Pony Stallion
Age (pony or pony years): 20
Personality: Very likeable, persistent and dedicated, until . . . his addiction
Appearance: Black Mane and tail with small flecks of gold. Mane is done up in a small bun, held behind with a foal's-gold clasp. Deep purple hued coat, well kept (until recently). Hypnotic eyes of Dazzling green with small specks of white and silver. These eyes he could hold in a cold careless stare or glint brightly until his addiction. Now bags can be seen forming under the lids and a kind of fear always seems to pierce through those magnificent eyes of his.
Back-story: Sanguine was born to a poor family of Earth-pony farmers, living out in a small community off Manehattan. He was the first of two children, his younger sister (by a year) left the farm as soon as possible, "I wasn't built for farm-work" Celia Love constantly told him. So, she left around the age of 15, a little filly in a big world and neither Sanguine or his family has heard from her since. Her claim, that she wasn't built for work, was based primarily on her natural beauty. Their entire family was rather handsome but his father wanted to remove himself and his future-offspring from the bustle of Manehattan, he knew what city life could do to a pony.
His parents never really recovered from the blow of Celia's sudden departure, they still loved him and sent him into Manehattan for schooling but . . . they always seemed, distant afterwards. As though they couldn't afford to put much hope in Sanguine. But Sanguine turned out to be rather smart and very likeable, soon he had a couple scholarships and enough steam to get him through business school . . . Which everyone recommended he should take.
Sanguine was a prodigy, he learned business managing with such ease. He had that special gift: being able to get along with any-pony and everyone loved him. Save for those rare few who hate kindness . . . Sanguine loved life and everything he did, he did so with great vigor! His sheer vitality permeated those around him, infusing them with enhanced drive and motivation. Until the fateful day of his second year at the business University . . .
His father died in a horrible avalanche accident. Their farm-house was eradicated. He took a couple months off to assist his mother in a move to Manhattan. His mother wasn't young but a hard life on a farm had kept her strong-willed and fit, she returned to the great bustling city in her 43 year of life, sorrowful and callous but ready to make a new start. She forced Sanguine back to school, even though he insisted on assisting her new "Sew-and-make" business. She wouldn't have him flounder after all that happened. She hopped he might have a chance to have an easy life for a while.
So he made his way back to the University but, through that trick of pony rumor and spread, he learned his mother was having severe money troubles, she might even lose her business soon. He had a little spare change . . . He would return and do what he could for her . . . At least so he planned until his 'friend' Market Under gave him a little suggestion:
"Ah ya need money, huh? How bout you come to the club with me and the boys. There's this game called Craps, you play with dice . . ."
Normally Sanguine wouldn't put a hoof NEAR a place like that but the times weren't normal. . . He knew he wouldn't sleep that night and the earliest train didn't leave till 5:00 am . . . He was a little angry at the world and a 'club' sounded like the perfect way to get back at the world. It was here his gambling addiction began . . . What he didn't know was Market Under was a kind of, advertiser. He got a little pay for every-pony he brought in and a little more if they became a regular. The ponies had a deal with him and it went something along these lines: "You bring a new guy in and we'll give him a few 'good' shots on the Craps table, our fancy dice do just the trick. But his luck will, how shall I say . . . decrease as he plays more. If he comes in again we'll give him our fancy dice for two rounds then switch him out. You make a cent for every bit he loses."
Sanguine made 300bits that night and he was officially 'hooked' on gambling. He sent money back to his mom but after a while his luck seemed to . . . decrease. He was in the pot for 1000 bits now and he has made his way to Pony-ville. He needs a job and maybe a loan . . . He's 'off' gambling now but still gets the urge every now and then, can he properly reform himself and get the money he needs to his pursuers?
Cutie Mark: Pair of hooves interconnected, representing his ability to work and get along with most any pony. This silver mark seems a little faded and grey now . . .
Statistics:
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Cutie Mark: Pair of hooves interconnected, representing his ability to work and get along with most any pony. This silver mark seems a little faded and grey now . . .
Eye Color: Hypnotic eyes of Dazzling green with small specks of white and silver.
Mane & Tail Color: Black Mane and tail with small flecks of gold
Mane Style: Mane is done up in a small bun, held behind with a foal's-gold clasp.
Coat Color: Deep Purple
Physique: Very skinny
Species: Earth Pony
Cloathing: None
Occupation: Running from liquidators
~~~~~~~~~Personal~~~~~~~~~~
Life Goal:
Personality: Paranoid; worried; unstable
Likes: Being free of debt,
Dislikes: Gambling, manefia, liquidators, himself
Friends: Family, a few college friends, not many
Enemies: Liquidators, manefia
Sanguine Love, that unlucky pony
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Emmit K. Tel
Personality:
He (dislikes) traveling and uncomfortable situations but is willing to go on this journey (AAE) thanks to a necessity for bits. An non argumentative pony who likes to smile but is struck by moments of severe depression. A little airy, not focused on worldly problems and can be a bit disorganized. Enjoys theorizing on magic and talking with other intellectuals. Although kind, can be severely unhelpful in a scrap or argument; both of which he withdraws from and attempts to remain silent. CAN be infuriated with horrible treatment towards his wife. Doesn't really think about the government. . .
Fears:
Loosing his ability to theorize on magic; He really is incompetent at magic and has wasted time perusing it; He is dragging his wife out of her energetic attitude towards life; Won't be able to provide for himself or at least help his wife provide; harsh living (but he's delt with this for years).
Talent:
Unorthodox Magic Theory; with lots of time and lots of luck Tel is finally able to create the teleportation spell. But his talents beyond that are confined to social interaction. He is happy to talk with anypony on anypoint at anytime, unless the mood of the conversation becomes aggressive or violent. Should this unfortunate circumstance occur he will abscond or apologize, whatever is best for the situation. He does have a talent for remembering conversations . . .
Flaws:
Unable to cast magic, of any sort save for very minor levitation spells; Unable to comprehend general magic theory (it seems flawed to him); Not organized and can be very loose with promises since he has trouble comprehending time in the same sense most ponies do.
Biography:
Emmit K. Tel the 'genius' who created the spacial distortion spell. Written down in pony history as one of the greatest ponies to ever live . . . Perhaps we should look at his ACTUAL story?
Emmit K. Tel was born into a Canterlot middle-class family, and from the moment he was 10 and going through school he was always quiet and interested but he just didn't understand material like the other foals . . . His ideas were always, outlandish and unorthodox; all his teachers declared he wouldn't get anywhere in life. And although he took a quick interest in 'magic-theory' and discovered his strange cutie-mark shortly there-after, he was declared a dunce in that subject. Somehow, Emmit was able to slide into advanced-magic classes, most likely through the recommendation provided by Professor Rodrick Spells-worthy.
The first couple days were . . . tragic. Emmit was unable to cast a single spell in the 'opening-examination' his performance was so bellow-average, the professor was driven into a fit of hysterics. Yelling at Emmit to actually TRY because no unicorn was this inept at magic. . . Emmit took the insult rather philosophically, he meekly shrugged to the professor and stated: "I have never been adept at performing magic, professor, never." After which he took a seat in the front of the class and with teary eyes.
Although initially hostile . . . the professor learned to appreciate Emmit's unique and completely individual interpretation of magic. Pushing the kid through with extra 'research' work; Emmit scrapped through another magic course. However, this was the end of Emmit's 'good fortune' It was time to test into the Royal Academy of Higher Magical Users. There was no way Emmit could get around the entrance exam . . . his abominable performance destroyed all his glowing references and praises from his professors, he wouldn't go onto higher Magic-theory classes. . . .
Tragic, but it wasn't the end of Emmit's world. In-fact this failure brought him into acquaintance with a pony, a pony who would have a decidedly important part to play in his life: his wife Clara Tesla.
Perhaps not the most attractive of ponies, Clara was a bit commonly, a muzzle that was too long and perhaps not a beautiful face . . . but her dark hair and their shadows produced an aura of mystery, a small shading that made her difficult to approach. But her animation and vitality were enormous and, like Emmit, she was at the Dean's office to complain. Apparently, she had passed the examinations but her radical views, on the use of electricity, were not accepted. The two became acquainted then and there, when Tesla called on him to explain how simple it was: “Electricity has endless applications, these foals disagree! Stating it has but one purpose . . . destruction! They cannot understand electricity is within us all! Tell them! . . .” and she went on into complicated and unorthodox reasoning.
Emmit was not an expert on electricity but he immediately felt a companionship between himself and this fellow radical. The dates started slowly, at first he kept in touch with Tesla to be encouraged and revitalized when he felt depressed, at the loss of his learning or about life in general. She enjoyed having some-pony who would sound-board and loved to hear her radical ideas. In a couple years they pulled together in matrimony. Emmit had taken up street sweeping as the only career he could retain and needed a little extra income and a lot of encouragement; Tesla liked having some-pony around who would respond intelligibly about her projects and not just gap in pity or astonishment.
Now the two have received word that the Princess has a few positions open for traveling . . . Not much is left here for these two. Emmit has just been laid off from work and Tesla's inventions were not finding applicable uses. . . Both were coming to the end of their financial strings and this seemed an excellent solution.
Appearance:
A thin, to the point of looking sickly, midnight unicorn stallion. With a mane and tail the color of crimson and dreamy manilla eyes. Everyone would agree this stallion poses no threat; his, slightly yellow, smile is as kind and welcoming as a smile could be. Old, out of date jackets adorn this pony and his toilet is always slightly dingy and dusty, no pocket fop dangles to dazzle the eye and preview his wealth . . . his worn clothes portray his destitute position and his slightly longer than 'gentile' mane, proclaims his disinterest in fashion.
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~~~~~~~~~Personal~~~~~~~~~~
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He (dislikes) traveling and uncomfortable situations but is willing to go on this journey (AAE) thanks to a necessity for bits. An non argumentative pony who likes to smile but is struck by moments of severe depression. A little airy, not focused on worldly problems and can be a bit disorganized. Enjoys theorizing on magic and talking with other intellectuals. Although kind, can be severely unhelpful in a scrap or argument; both of which he withdraws from and attempts to remain silent. CAN be infuriated with horrible treatment towards his wife. Doesn't really think about the government. . .
Fears:
Loosing his ability to theorize on magic; He really is incompetent at magic and has wasted time perusing it; He is dragging his wife out of her energetic attitude towards life; Won't be able to provide for himself or at least help his wife provide; harsh living (but he's delt with this for years).
Talent:
Unorthodox Magic Theory; with lots of time and lots of luck Tel is finally able to create the teleportation spell. But his talents beyond that are confined to social interaction. He is happy to talk with anypony on anypoint at anytime, unless the mood of the conversation becomes aggressive or violent. Should this unfortunate circumstance occur he will abscond or apologize, whatever is best for the situation. He does have a talent for remembering conversations . . .
Flaws:
Unable to cast magic, of any sort save for very minor levitation spells; Unable to comprehend general magic theory (it seems flawed to him); Not organized and can be very loose with promises since he has trouble comprehending time in the same sense most ponies do.
Biography:
Emmit K. Tel the 'genius' who created the spacial distortion spell. Written down in pony history as one of the greatest ponies to ever live . . . Perhaps we should look at his ACTUAL story?
Emmit K. Tel was born into a Canterlot middle-class family, and from the moment he was 10 and going through school he was always quiet and interested but he just didn't understand material like the other foals . . . His ideas were always, outlandish and unorthodox; all his teachers declared he wouldn't get anywhere in life. And although he took a quick interest in 'magic-theory' and discovered his strange cutie-mark shortly there-after, he was declared a dunce in that subject. Somehow, Emmit was able to slide into advanced-magic classes, most likely through the recommendation provided by Professor Rodrick Spells-worthy.
The first couple days were . . . tragic. Emmit was unable to cast a single spell in the 'opening-examination' his performance was so bellow-average, the professor was driven into a fit of hysterics. Yelling at Emmit to actually TRY because no unicorn was this inept at magic. . . Emmit took the insult rather philosophically, he meekly shrugged to the professor and stated: "I have never been adept at performing magic, professor, never." After which he took a seat in the front of the class and with teary eyes.
Although initially hostile . . . the professor learned to appreciate Emmit's unique and completely individual interpretation of magic. Pushing the kid through with extra 'research' work; Emmit scrapped through another magic course. However, this was the end of Emmit's 'good fortune' It was time to test into the Royal Academy of Higher Magical Users. There was no way Emmit could get around the entrance exam . . . his abominable performance destroyed all his glowing references and praises from his professors, he wouldn't go onto higher Magic-theory classes. . . .
Tragic, but it wasn't the end of Emmit's world. In-fact this failure brought him into acquaintance with a pony, a pony who would have a decidedly important part to play in his life: his wife Clara Tesla.
Perhaps not the most attractive of ponies, Clara was a bit commonly, a muzzle that was too long and perhaps not a beautiful face . . . but her dark hair and their shadows produced an aura of mystery, a small shading that made her difficult to approach. But her animation and vitality were enormous and, like Emmit, she was at the Dean's office to complain. Apparently, she had passed the examinations but her radical views, on the use of electricity, were not accepted. The two became acquainted then and there, when Tesla called on him to explain how simple it was: “Electricity has endless applications, these foals disagree! Stating it has but one purpose . . . destruction! They cannot understand electricity is within us all! Tell them! . . .” and she went on into complicated and unorthodox reasoning.
Emmit was not an expert on electricity but he immediately felt a companionship between himself and this fellow radical. The dates started slowly, at first he kept in touch with Tesla to be encouraged and revitalized when he felt depressed, at the loss of his learning or about life in general. She enjoyed having some-pony who would sound-board and loved to hear her radical ideas. In a couple years they pulled together in matrimony. Emmit had taken up street sweeping as the only career he could retain and needed a little extra income and a lot of encouragement; Tesla liked having some-pony around who would respond intelligibly about her projects and not just gap in pity or astonishment.
Now the two have received word that the Princess has a few positions open for traveling . . . Not much is left here for these two. Emmit has just been laid off from work and Tesla's inventions were not finding applicable uses. . . Both were coming to the end of their financial strings and this seemed an excellent solution.
Appearance:
A thin, to the point of looking sickly, midnight unicorn stallion. With a mane and tail the color of crimson and dreamy manilla eyes. Everyone would agree this stallion poses no threat; his, slightly yellow, smile is as kind and welcoming as a smile could be. Old, out of date jackets adorn this pony and his toilet is always slightly dingy and dusty, no pocket fop dangles to dazzle the eye and preview his wealth . . . his worn clothes portray his destitute position and his slightly longer than 'gentile' mane, proclaims his disinterest in fashion.
Statistics:
Age:
32
Race:
Unicorn
Gender:
Stallion
Cutie Mark:
A thin curving arrow
Eye Color:
Manilla
Mane & Tail Color:
Crimson
Mane Syle:
Slightly longer than 'accepted' fashion, silky straight hair with the slightest hint of wave at the ends
Coat Color:
Midnight
Physique:
Thin to the point of sickly, no muscle
Species:
Unicorn
Clothing:
Out of style jacket, stained and frayed.
Occupation:
(former) Street Sweeper
~~~~~~~~~Personal~~~~~~~~~~
Life Goal:
Get at least ONE of his many failed spells to work
Personality:
Flighty; kind; unable to comprehend the 'orthodox' theory of magic; a fan of intellectual conversation, though he has nothing to add most the time; needs a certain sense of 'freedom' to be productive
Likes:
Magic; magic theory; magic theorists; anyone willing to share some conversation.
Dislikes:
Hard Traveling and Adventure.
Friends:
Ryo; Jennie Spells-worthy;
Enemies:
Starswirl the bearded (antagonist, not directly hostile)
Emmit K. Tell, that airy pony.
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Clara Tesla
Personality:
A little haughty at times but generally kind enough. Extremely energized and vitalized, goes over board with her research at times, not knowing when to stop . . . A little arrogant when coming to most others opinions, believing she knows best. Has lots of radical theories which she doesn't bother debating with others, save for Emmit. Surprisingly, not proud. Her experiments she handles with the greatest care but when finished and she understands the concept she doesn't mind passing the invention off to others, to figure out HOW it will be useful. Very organized, takes time for her walks/runs and some interaction with ponies everyday, but devotes most the time to lab-work or research. A fan of the outdoors and the solitude nature brings she's often gone into the Canterlot mountains for a weekend or a week, most times alone save for the rare occasion Emmit can be persuaded to join her.
Fears:
Becoming insane; losing interest in her most devoted subject 'Electricity' and succumbing to 'general magic theory'; Emmit's disapproval in life-circumstances.
Talent:
Electricity . . . anything to deal with electricity, electricity spells, inventions and theories; Electrical use and strategical use; Master of many spells and a renowned magic-caster, though she prefers to deal with things with the old hooves. Camping and 'roughing-it' are no problem for her, but she won't hesitate to tranquillize a bear with her magic . . . if it moves to maul her; Intelligent and interesting, if she can be persuaded to talk magic/electric theory with others. Quick to take the reigns as a 'leader'; Always able to look mysterious, even though she doesn't try.
Flaws:
Arrogant, doesn't care much for other ponies opinions (But if a good point about her theory comes up, she may take note to check on it, for herself of course.). Quick to take the reigns as a 'leader'. Always looks mysterious, even though she doesn't try.
Biography:
A pony born to adventurous parents in Lamatobad. She was raised and given the rare privilege of primary education, in this mountainous region. Showing her unbelievable interest in mathematics and the sciences her parents wearily sent her back to Equestria to receive formal training. Speed through grades like the genius she was gave her an amazing self-confidence and belief that others didn't possess her fine mental acuity, a feeling that made her rather superior, even to teachers.
Quick to master several languages and progressing in the understanding of magic and pony-sciences, she discovered electricity, which she felt an immense attraction towards. From that point forward, should she attempt experiments, they dealt with Electricity first and everything else second. A theory quickly dismissed and frowned upon by magic-professors, though none of them could deny her proficiency with electricity. Soon enough, her dissertation was completed and no-one could debate her authority on Electricity, she was THE pony to see about such problems.
In her Higher-magic training she found her companion in heart, her: “Secret Genius” She called him. Though few would agree that Emmit K. Tel was anything other than a confused street sweeper. Surprisingly Emmit was able to assist Tesla in her dissertation, not through practical means but in an indirect way. His talent for unorthodox magic theory helped encourage her to discover several uses of electricity in a medicinal aspect. Conceiving something along the lines of an early form of Electro convulsive Therapy.
Appearance:
A well kept mare that holds a kind of 'aura' about herself that makes her difficult to approach. Her dark hair falls across her face leaving strange shadows that seem to magnify this pony's thoughtfulness. Seen jogging around town bare-coat or walking for supplies in an non-restrictive dress or loose suit. Everyone has SEEN this mare but few have the courage to interrupt her thoughts
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~~~~~~~~~Personal~~~~~~~~~~
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A little haughty at times but generally kind enough. Extremely energized and vitalized, goes over board with her research at times, not knowing when to stop . . . A little arrogant when coming to most others opinions, believing she knows best. Has lots of radical theories which she doesn't bother debating with others, save for Emmit. Surprisingly, not proud. Her experiments she handles with the greatest care but when finished and she understands the concept she doesn't mind passing the invention off to others, to figure out HOW it will be useful. Very organized, takes time for her walks/runs and some interaction with ponies everyday, but devotes most the time to lab-work or research. A fan of the outdoors and the solitude nature brings she's often gone into the Canterlot mountains for a weekend or a week, most times alone save for the rare occasion Emmit can be persuaded to join her.
Fears:
Becoming insane; losing interest in her most devoted subject 'Electricity' and succumbing to 'general magic theory'; Emmit's disapproval in life-circumstances.
Talent:
Electricity . . . anything to deal with electricity, electricity spells, inventions and theories; Electrical use and strategical use; Master of many spells and a renowned magic-caster, though she prefers to deal with things with the old hooves. Camping and 'roughing-it' are no problem for her, but she won't hesitate to tranquillize a bear with her magic . . . if it moves to maul her; Intelligent and interesting, if she can be persuaded to talk magic/electric theory with others. Quick to take the reigns as a 'leader'; Always able to look mysterious, even though she doesn't try.
Flaws:
Arrogant, doesn't care much for other ponies opinions (But if a good point about her theory comes up, she may take note to check on it, for herself of course.). Quick to take the reigns as a 'leader'. Always looks mysterious, even though she doesn't try.
Biography:
A pony born to adventurous parents in Lamatobad. She was raised and given the rare privilege of primary education, in this mountainous region. Showing her unbelievable interest in mathematics and the sciences her parents wearily sent her back to Equestria to receive formal training. Speed through grades like the genius she was gave her an amazing self-confidence and belief that others didn't possess her fine mental acuity, a feeling that made her rather superior, even to teachers.
Quick to master several languages and progressing in the understanding of magic and pony-sciences, she discovered electricity, which she felt an immense attraction towards. From that point forward, should she attempt experiments, they dealt with Electricity first and everything else second. A theory quickly dismissed and frowned upon by magic-professors, though none of them could deny her proficiency with electricity. Soon enough, her dissertation was completed and no-one could debate her authority on Electricity, she was THE pony to see about such problems.
In her Higher-magic training she found her companion in heart, her: “Secret Genius” She called him. Though few would agree that Emmit K. Tel was anything other than a confused street sweeper. Surprisingly Emmit was able to assist Tesla in her dissertation, not through practical means but in an indirect way. His talent for unorthodox magic theory helped encourage her to discover several uses of electricity in a medicinal aspect. Conceiving something along the lines of an early form of Electro convulsive Therapy.
Appearance:
A well kept mare that holds a kind of 'aura' about herself that makes her difficult to approach. Her dark hair falls across her face leaving strange shadows that seem to magnify this pony's thoughtfulness. Seen jogging around town bare-coat or walking for supplies in an non-restrictive dress or loose suit. Everyone has SEEN this mare but few have the courage to interrupt her thoughts
Statistics:
Age:
30
Race:
Unicorn
Gender:
Mare
Cutie Mark:
Electric Storm
Eye Color:
Gray
Mane & Tail Color:
Black
Mane Style:
Ponytail with a few bang strands hanging down her cheeks and behind her ears and down her neck.
Coat Color:
White
Physique:
Athletically built, she takes good care of herself.
Species:
Unicorn
Clothing:
Slightly worn array of dresses, generally tending towards tan or gray. Sometimes seen wearing a loose suit or 'leather' vest (especially when traversing into the wilderness)
Occupation:
(former) Electrician, Researching, Magic-Theorist, Inventor
~~~~~~~~~Personal~~~~~~~~~~
Life Goal:
Continue working on Electric theory, application and science
Personality:
Organized; athletic; socially-uninterested; found of nature; found of 'roughing-it'; highly intelligent; arrogant; not proud.
Likes:
Magic; electricity; inventions; outdoors; interesting uses of her inventions.
Dislikes:
Dealing with 'stupid' ponies; leaving her inventions during planned invention time; sleeping
Friends:
Ryo; Starswirl the bearded;
Enemies:
N/A
Clara tesla, that genius pony!
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Full Name: Murr-Ryn Cyrius of the Cyrius merchants.
General
Full Name: Murr-Ryn Cyrius of the Cyrius merchants.
Nicknames: Cyrius The Profitable
Class: Journeyman - Masters of traveling and learning, their first focus is on survival and observation. Journeyman often pick up many traits to help keep themselves doing what they do best: surviving. Linguistic skills are often a primary component and diplomatically conveying them just as important. Minor combat skills with blades and bows, Journeyman will be able to defend themselves in a scrap and their quick minds allow them to pick up on relatively simple forms of magic, but since they are not trained scholars their abilities are rather weak. Still, they prefer to avoid these situations, entirely. Either by using a hoard of loyal minions to repel whatever danger comes or by avoiding it in it's entirety. A Journeyman might not be a challenge in the wild, on his own, but don't let him near your officials, he's likely to have you strung up for some charge, real or otherwise. A welcome addition to any party, but not a very efficient solo-character. If you plan on facing some difficult negotiations or traversing the wild country, you might think about bringing one along with you.
Profession: Merchant (traveling) - Several generation of the Cyrius clan have been merchants, Murr-Ryn is no different. Find things here, sell them there. His job is to make 2 into 3 and 3 into 5. Something he prides himself on, tremendously.
Gender: Male
Race: 1/4 Elf, 3/4's Human: Back in the day a member of the Cyrius line, Arathir Cyrius (Murr-Ryn's great grandfather) married an Elf. The Cyrius silver tongue has only grown more potent from that day but neither his father nor Murr-Ryn have gone out of their way to charm an elf.
Demeanor: Unscrupled, logical and thoughtful: Cyrius will get you what you need, when you need it. Unless it affects future business opportunities or the stability in general. Better to miss an opportunity and still have a market then make a quick sale and lose all trade. Cyrius is meticulous in his profit schemes and will check into all sources before agreeing to a meeting with a potential client. Many know his as Cyrius the profitable but some go so far as to call him: Cryius the honest. He builds customer relationships to LAST and if he is getting you sub-standard supplies, the only reason is because that is what you asked for.
Weapon/Magic of Choice: Silver-tongue, Mind-Enchantments.
Appearance
Eye Colour: Gray-ink
Hair Colour: Obsidian black, usually sparkling because of his greasy scalp, caused from days without bathing. Stuck in an elaborate bun behind his head, obsidian, not just black due to the reflective nature of the grease.
Age: 34
Birthmarks or Scars: A scar along his left buttox cheek from a rather nasty incident with a scimitar and some traveling gypsies. Actually, it was due to intoxication and a poorly balanced scimitar, placed in the perfect spot at the wrong time. But you won't hear Cyrius telling that tale, if it comes up at all.
Predominant Feature: His eyes, Cyrius has warm brown eyes but if you watch him close enough and he gets to thinking, you can see those warm welcoming spheres turn cold. As he turns and becomes introspective the cold calculation of his every act is mirrored within those doors to the soul, watch and you’ll understand his nature.
Although not something noticed immediately, eventually people become aware of Murr-Ryn's rather long and inexplicably slender fingers. A slightly disconcerting feature.
Build: Although well kept by his constant travels, Murr-Ryn's overall features are chubby and he certainly weighs at least a good 30 pounds more than the average, well-muscled, adventurer. 50 if we are talking of slender magi. Although his torso, posterior and head are slightly chubby, his arms and legs remain startlingly thin. Most likely the effects of Elf-blood.
Skin Quality: Murr-Ryn should probably be darker than he is, not to say he isn't well tanned around the exposed parts of his body, but something is keeping his skin fair and soft. Most likely the remains of Elf DNA.
General Appearance: Swathed in several thin, airy, robes of dusty-white, usually found tied in turban-esce fashion about his head, you'll find Murr-Ryn striding through the wilderness on a great albino destrier with a caravan of camels in tow. Unfortunately do to his father's recent illicit activities, most of the Cyrius wealth has been confiscated. He still has 'Vouiget' his trusted destrier but that caravan of camels has lessened of late. Now his cheeks aren't quite as pudgy and his gaunt not as lively but the man is still swathed in his delicate silks. Average in height if larger in waist, Cyrius does his best to give off an air of welcome care and his gesticulations never leave one unentertained. His cheeks are usually kept baby-smooth, in company, but if you catch him on the road you’ll undoubtedly catch the wirey beginnings of stubble.
Personality
Influences: Born with two generations of merchants to guide him, with three loving and understanding parents to guide him (Grandfather, Grandmother, father) it was an inevitable occurrence that Murr-Ryn would become a merchant. He had seen most of the world by the age of fifteen, learned from half a dozen different cultures and tried endless varieties of foods . . . any other life would have simply been degrading. Even now his father is affecting him, if in a significantly less positive manner. Now his illegal transactions cut deeply into the Cyrius wealth, most was seized by the government. Needless to say: family and every culture in Avalon had an influence in his development.
Likes: Elderberry wine, elven blend preferably. A variety of foods, fine cuisine of any kind. Profitable transactions and people who know what they want.
Dislikes: Bureaucracy, feudal governments, Monarchs who expect tributes. The pompous attitude elves give him. Merchants who don’t consider the repercussions their transactions make on the global economy.
Goals: Cyrius is just looking to rebuild the Cyrius fortune. All his contacts have deserted him and he doesn’t blame them, being close to someone, someone who is son to a contraband smuggler. Eventually he hopes to re-build the lost Cyrius trade-empire but these things take time and the recent execution of his father was more than a little disheartening.
Strengths: The silver tongue of the Cyrius clan is legendary and their ability to pick up languages is equally impressive. Persuasion, diplomacy and bluff, all lie within the Cyrius line of talents.
Weakness or Flaws: Not very strong, nimble to a point, problem with the digestive tract when he’s eaten too much meat. Mind spells are his best spells but even they are fairly weak (no advanced course in magic)
Habits:
General Personality: Meticulous in strategizing and logically unscrupulous when dealing with mercantile matters. Not cold and thoughtless acts of profit but well planned methods, allowing him to keep the balance of power in the region, stable. If he cannot increase the number of business opportunities in the area then he’ll do his best to prevent any harm. Generally amiable to those around him and unbelievably persuasive. A calm steady attitude that does not waver towards anger unless SEVERELY provoked. Chaotic acts of un-disciplined thought, especially those that bring dire repercussions have a way of getting under Murr-Ryn’s skin and if anything could provoke him: a swift destabilization of the surrounding trading opportunities is sure to bring a fit of fire unbeknownst to those responsible.
Family
Father: Recently deceased, executed at the royal block for acts of treason
Grand Father (2nd Father): Arathir Cyrius - A true merchant of his time, Arathir died some 13 years back and it was one of the saddest days for the Cyrius clan.
Grandmother (Mother): Lethandir Uthuran - Like a mother to Murr-Ryn, proud and doting, she took the Cyrius clan to her homeland once, but it wasn’t a very pleasant trip, seeing how the elves laid prejudices on as hard as subtle hints could.
Mother: Calina a dainty Ghost-sea lass, who didn’t find herself fit to be a mother. Soon after Murr-Ryn’s birth she left for other lands.
Siblings:
Lover:
Other Family:
Companions or Pets:
Background
General History: Born with two generations of merchants to guide him, with three loving and understanding parents to guide him (Grandfather, Grandmother, father) it was an inevitable occurrence that Murr-Ryn would become a merchant. He had seen most of the world by the age of fifteen, learned from half a dozen different cultures and tried endless varieties of foods . . . any other life would have simply been degrading. Even now his father is affecting him, if in a significantly less positive manner. Now his illegal transactions cut deeply into the Cyrius wealth, most was seized by the government. Needless to say: family and every culture in Avalon had an influence in his development.
Recently Murr-Ryn's destrier collapsed along the road and broke his back. Unfortunately, Murr-Ryn had to put him down in the middle of the forest none-the less. It broke down Murr-Ryn's unwavering composure for a few days, his last connection to his family and past life, EVERYTHING was gone. A few days meditation and survival in the forest cured Ryn fast enough, although he knew HOW to survive in the forest it was not the life he wanted to live. It was time to get up and move forwards, Ryn was moving towards a new era in Cyrius history.
Full Name: Murr-Ryn Cyrius of the Cyrius merchants.
Nicknames: Cyrius The Profitable
Class: Journeyman - Masters of traveling and learning, their first focus is on survival and observation. Journeyman often pick up many traits to help keep themselves doing what they do best: surviving. Linguistic skills are often a primary component and diplomatically conveying them just as important. Minor combat skills with blades and bows, Journeyman will be able to defend themselves in a scrap and their quick minds allow them to pick up on relatively simple forms of magic, but since they are not trained scholars their abilities are rather weak. Still, they prefer to avoid these situations, entirely. Either by using a hoard of loyal minions to repel whatever danger comes or by avoiding it in it's entirety. A Journeyman might not be a challenge in the wild, on his own, but don't let him near your officials, he's likely to have you strung up for some charge, real or otherwise. A welcome addition to any party, but not a very efficient solo-character. If you plan on facing some difficult negotiations or traversing the wild country, you might think about bringing one along with you.
Profession: Merchant (traveling) - Several generation of the Cyrius clan have been merchants, Murr-Ryn is no different. Find things here, sell them there. His job is to make 2 into 3 and 3 into 5. Something he prides himself on, tremendously.
Gender: Male
Race: 1/4 Elf, 3/4's Human: Back in the day a member of the Cyrius line, Arathir Cyrius (Murr-Ryn's great grandfather) married an Elf. The Cyrius silver tongue has only grown more potent from that day but neither his father nor Murr-Ryn have gone out of their way to charm an elf.
Demeanor: Unscrupled, logical and thoughtful: Cyrius will get you what you need, when you need it. Unless it affects future business opportunities or the stability in general. Better to miss an opportunity and still have a market then make a quick sale and lose all trade. Cyrius is meticulous in his profit schemes and will check into all sources before agreeing to a meeting with a potential client. Many know his as Cyrius the profitable but some go so far as to call him: Cryius the honest. He builds customer relationships to LAST and if he is getting you sub-standard supplies, the only reason is because that is what you asked for.
Weapon/Magic of Choice: Silver-tongue, Mind-Enchantments.
Appearance
Eye Colour: Gray-ink
Hair Colour: Obsidian black, usually sparkling because of his greasy scalp, caused from days without bathing. Stuck in an elaborate bun behind his head, obsidian, not just black due to the reflective nature of the grease.
Age: 34
Birthmarks or Scars: A scar along his left buttox cheek from a rather nasty incident with a scimitar and some traveling gypsies. Actually, it was due to intoxication and a poorly balanced scimitar, placed in the perfect spot at the wrong time. But you won't hear Cyrius telling that tale, if it comes up at all.
Predominant Feature: His eyes, Cyrius has warm brown eyes but if you watch him close enough and he gets to thinking, you can see those warm welcoming spheres turn cold. As he turns and becomes introspective the cold calculation of his every act is mirrored within those doors to the soul, watch and you’ll understand his nature.
Although not something noticed immediately, eventually people become aware of Murr-Ryn's rather long and inexplicably slender fingers. A slightly disconcerting feature.
Build: Although well kept by his constant travels, Murr-Ryn's overall features are chubby and he certainly weighs at least a good 30 pounds more than the average, well-muscled, adventurer. 50 if we are talking of slender magi. Although his torso, posterior and head are slightly chubby, his arms and legs remain startlingly thin. Most likely the effects of Elf-blood.
Skin Quality: Murr-Ryn should probably be darker than he is, not to say he isn't well tanned around the exposed parts of his body, but something is keeping his skin fair and soft. Most likely the remains of Elf DNA.
General Appearance: Swathed in several thin, airy, robes of dusty-white, usually found tied in turban-esce fashion about his head, you'll find Murr-Ryn striding through the wilderness on a great albino destrier with a caravan of camels in tow. Unfortunately do to his father's recent illicit activities, most of the Cyrius wealth has been confiscated. He still has 'Vouiget' his trusted destrier but that caravan of camels has lessened of late. Now his cheeks aren't quite as pudgy and his gaunt not as lively but the man is still swathed in his delicate silks. Average in height if larger in waist, Cyrius does his best to give off an air of welcome care and his gesticulations never leave one unentertained. His cheeks are usually kept baby-smooth, in company, but if you catch him on the road you’ll undoubtedly catch the wirey beginnings of stubble.
Personality
Influences: Born with two generations of merchants to guide him, with three loving and understanding parents to guide him (Grandfather, Grandmother, father) it was an inevitable occurrence that Murr-Ryn would become a merchant. He had seen most of the world by the age of fifteen, learned from half a dozen different cultures and tried endless varieties of foods . . . any other life would have simply been degrading. Even now his father is affecting him, if in a significantly less positive manner. Now his illegal transactions cut deeply into the Cyrius wealth, most was seized by the government. Needless to say: family and every culture in Avalon had an influence in his development.
Likes: Elderberry wine, elven blend preferably. A variety of foods, fine cuisine of any kind. Profitable transactions and people who know what they want.
Dislikes: Bureaucracy, feudal governments, Monarchs who expect tributes. The pompous attitude elves give him. Merchants who don’t consider the repercussions their transactions make on the global economy.
Goals: Cyrius is just looking to rebuild the Cyrius fortune. All his contacts have deserted him and he doesn’t blame them, being close to someone, someone who is son to a contraband smuggler. Eventually he hopes to re-build the lost Cyrius trade-empire but these things take time and the recent execution of his father was more than a little disheartening.
Strengths: The silver tongue of the Cyrius clan is legendary and their ability to pick up languages is equally impressive. Persuasion, diplomacy and bluff, all lie within the Cyrius line of talents.
Weakness or Flaws: Not very strong, nimble to a point, problem with the digestive tract when he’s eaten too much meat. Mind spells are his best spells but even they are fairly weak (no advanced course in magic)
Habits:
General Personality: Meticulous in strategizing and logically unscrupulous when dealing with mercantile matters. Not cold and thoughtless acts of profit but well planned methods, allowing him to keep the balance of power in the region, stable. If he cannot increase the number of business opportunities in the area then he’ll do his best to prevent any harm. Generally amiable to those around him and unbelievably persuasive. A calm steady attitude that does not waver towards anger unless SEVERELY provoked. Chaotic acts of un-disciplined thought, especially those that bring dire repercussions have a way of getting under Murr-Ryn’s skin and if anything could provoke him: a swift destabilization of the surrounding trading opportunities is sure to bring a fit of fire unbeknownst to those responsible.
Family
Father: Recently deceased, executed at the royal block for acts of treason
Grand Father (2nd Father): Arathir Cyrius - A true merchant of his time, Arathir died some 13 years back and it was one of the saddest days for the Cyrius clan.
Grandmother (Mother): Lethandir Uthuran - Like a mother to Murr-Ryn, proud and doting, she took the Cyrius clan to her homeland once, but it wasn’t a very pleasant trip, seeing how the elves laid prejudices on as hard as subtle hints could.
Mother: Calina a dainty Ghost-sea lass, who didn’t find herself fit to be a mother. Soon after Murr-Ryn’s birth she left for other lands.
Siblings:
Lover:
Other Family:
Companions or Pets:
Background
General History: Born with two generations of merchants to guide him, with three loving and understanding parents to guide him (Grandfather, Grandmother, father) it was an inevitable occurrence that Murr-Ryn would become a merchant. He had seen most of the world by the age of fifteen, learned from half a dozen different cultures and tried endless varieties of foods . . . any other life would have simply been degrading. Even now his father is affecting him, if in a significantly less positive manner. Now his illegal transactions cut deeply into the Cyrius wealth, most was seized by the government. Needless to say: family and every culture in Avalon had an influence in his development.
Recently Murr-Ryn's destrier collapsed along the road and broke his back. Unfortunately, Murr-Ryn had to put him down in the middle of the forest none-the less. It broke down Murr-Ryn's unwavering composure for a few days, his last connection to his family and past life, EVERYTHING was gone. A few days meditation and survival in the forest cured Ryn fast enough, although he knew HOW to survive in the forest it was not the life he wanted to live. It was time to get up and move forwards, Ryn was moving towards a new era in Cyrius history.
Murr-Ryn Cyrius, The profitable 1/4 Elf.
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(Sorry about the difference in format for different ponies :3. But at least I am inconsistent lol!)
but the last time I was in that role play she was stuck in Forget's house with her mother when that end of the world starting incident occured. xD So I hope things got better from there.