Post by Aby on Aug 25, 2014 17:20:46 GMT -5
Picture is temporary, I need to make a new ref so you have this one for now! ouoName:Abygail Stormblaze (Her second name was given to her after the experiment she was tested for.)
Age: 20 years old
Gender:Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, but leans toward mares much more often.
Special Talent: She doesn't have a cutiemark, but her main talent is mechanic.(notice the gear tattoo on her shoulder)
Career: Part-time engine rebuilding, mechanical engineering and miscellaneous jobs related to that. She secretly works around the exchange of illegal goods and behavior.
Race: Unicorn
Age: 20 years old
Gender:Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, but leans toward mares much more often.
Special Talent: She doesn't have a cutiemark, but her main talent is mechanic.(notice the gear tattoo on her shoulder)
Career: Part-time engine rebuilding, mechanical engineering and miscellaneous jobs related to that. She secretly works around the exchange of illegal goods and behavior.
Race: Unicorn
Appearance
Height: 5 feet 9 inches as of human height and about 4 feet as of pony.
Body Type: Mid-muscular, medium-sized
Mane Color:Sky blue
Eye Color:Ocean, pronounced blue
Coat color:Frost white
Markings:Gear tattoo on left shouler
Additional:2 piercings in the left ear, one in the right. Most of the time, she wears black lipstick.
General Appearance: Her mane appears like an organized blue mess. She never really keeps a close watch of her personal appearance. She just doesn't think pretty clothing or accessories fits her personality well. A good and healthy hygiene is important to her though. Light clothing, nothing luxurious.
Body Type: Mid-muscular, medium-sized
Mane Color:Sky blue
Eye Color:Ocean, pronounced blue
Coat color:Frost white
Markings:Gear tattoo on left shouler
Additional:2 piercings in the left ear, one in the right. Most of the time, she wears black lipstick.
General Appearance: Her mane appears like an organized blue mess. She never really keeps a close watch of her personal appearance. She just doesn't think pretty clothing or accessories fits her personality well. A good and healthy hygiene is important to her though. Light clothing, nothing luxurious.
Personality
Aby's a bit of mix between a sportive tomboy and a "bad-girl".
If she's not trying to push you over an edge (which is probably already the case), she's probably trying to avoid conversation. If that's not the case, you grabbed her attention with something special. Cold and distant at first, social interactions are never a strong point of her. You'll have to surprise or poke her curiosity if you ever want to interact with this one.
Her independance is very important, don't try to make the rules and pull her hoof.
Following the crowd is not her style, she loves being alone and thinking over things before acting.
Reserved and shy.
A pony of great curiosity
Likes:
Aby likes original and simple things.
She loves good-looking mares, for her own eye-pleasure.
Alcohol. She loves it too much.
Loneliness, it's much better for thinking.
Nature. She enjoys living in the moutains, admiring the stunning sights.
She loves everything related to coffee and sugar.
Fire. Her eyes can't leave it. Amateur of fire-type magic.
Relaxing
Dislikes:
Ponies getting too much into her own personal space
Open fields and crowds. It makes her feel unsecure.
Show offs
Royalty. What makes them think they're so special and have the right over everything?
Seafood, bleh! Though she loves fish.
Deep water.
Pitch black rooms.
Superficial ponies.
Strengths:
Sports, you just keep getting surprised.
Manual work. She's a workhorse in her soul.
Science and technologies.
Mechanics, automotive.
Autonomy
Planning
Weaknesses:
Deep waters
Emotional
Overthinking
Incredibly lazy
Undecisive about life
Unstable
Fears:
Being all alone in dark places. Her imagination takes the lead.
Flesh-eating monsters.
Spiders
Clowns and mascots
Tutus
Getting all the attention
General Personality: A generally angry pony, Abygail prefers leaving no expression of her feelings. She doesn't like being read. Mid-closed eyes most of the time. If she opens her eyes completely, you have her attention.
Aby likes original and simple things.
She loves good-looking mares, for her own eye-pleasure.
Alcohol. She loves it too much.
Loneliness, it's much better for thinking.
Nature. She enjoys living in the moutains, admiring the stunning sights.
She loves everything related to coffee and sugar.
Fire. Her eyes can't leave it. Amateur of fire-type magic.
Relaxing
Dislikes:
Ponies getting too much into her own personal space
Open fields and crowds. It makes her feel unsecure.
Show offs
Royalty. What makes them think they're so special and have the right over everything?
Seafood, bleh! Though she loves fish.
Deep water.
Pitch black rooms.
Superficial ponies.
Strengths:
Sports, you just keep getting surprised.
Manual work. She's a workhorse in her soul.
Science and technologies.
Mechanics, automotive.
Autonomy
Planning
Weaknesses:
Deep waters
Emotional
Overthinking
Incredibly lazy
Undecisive about life
Unstable
Fears:
Being all alone in dark places. Her imagination takes the lead.
Flesh-eating monsters.
Spiders
Clowns and mascots
Tutus
Getting all the attention
General Personality: A generally angry pony, Abygail prefers leaving no expression of her feelings. She doesn't like being read. Mid-closed eyes most of the time. If she opens her eyes completely, you have her attention.
History
Father: Very talented scientist that ran an industry of illegal experiments on colts and fillies. Even though he seemed sane, he brutaly turned out to become a psychotic murderer.
Disappeared at the age of 41, he would be now 58. Presumed dead.
Mother:Corpse was found burned the 19th of December. In the kitchen. Died at the age of 38.
Siblings: One brother, found dead the 19th of December at the age of 14, burned in the living room. Investigations prove he was hung, but it wasn't a case of suicide.
Other: Gethsemane. The Hunter that found the little mare in the woods in the middle of winter. He brought her back for treatments and took care of her for 3 years before she was able to leave on her own
History:
CHILDHOOD
Born in the deep north, where snow writes history and rules, this little cold-colored pony showed aversion to heat very early. Curiously. Even though everything started softly, life planned other things for this innocent being....
Her parents, a soft, loving mother named Lys and a harsh father who's name she never learned.
Her father was a scientist for an illegal corporation that executed tests and experiments on living subjects: Colts and fillies. They were kidnapped from families far away and were brought into a laboratory to run batteries of tests. The point of those experiments remains unknown to Equestria, but only a few big heads know about these.
For 7 years, Aby ran a normal life within the little city full of snow. At a very young age, the filly proved a bit of talent for magic. So her parents sent her going to Canterlot once a year with her older brother to pass the tests of magic school for talented unicorns. Everyone of them were failed.
The father, in rage knowing she failed 3 years straight, started yelling at her more and more often everytime she made a mistake.
It wasn't going very well, the parents always arguing over simple little things, father coming later and later. Depressive and alcoholic mother gained intensively as time passed. Both the older colt and Aby were left out by themselves.
Then everything went crashing even lower. The parents started going crazy at each other, throwing objects and inflicting wounds to themselves and the young ones.
It was going out of control a few months later.
A completely normal day at school, she comes back and pushes the little home's door.
This moment she could never forget, her own family brutaly butchered by her father. Mother's heart on the kitchen floor and brother hung by the ceiling.
He was waiting for her in the shadows of the living room. "I hope you had a good day at school my daughter... Because it's going to be your last."
From that moment, Aby doesn't remember a thing beside a needle and a silent cell, flickering lights.
Aby's last memories are that she woke up in a snowy forest 10 years later, found by hunters of the nearest city.
Since then, Aby did not asked or searched much about what happened. She tried to live out on her own from one city to another. Adopting the lifestyle of nomad and autonomy. "Make a living out of scrap metal".
She was taken care of at the age of 17 when she got out of the laboratory, now lost in the snow, by Gethsemane the Hunter. A kind stallion that took the responsibility of her for 2 years. He taught her how to live by her own. Survive. At the age of 73, Gethsemane was too old to take care of her anymore, so they decided that it would be best for her to leave.
Abygail wandered the northern Equestria for a year, before she ended up in this city. Her mind now currently full of mixed feelings and memories she can't relate.
A good time to have a little drink...
Disappeared at the age of 41, he would be now 58. Presumed dead.
Mother:Corpse was found burned the 19th of December. In the kitchen. Died at the age of 38.
Siblings: One brother, found dead the 19th of December at the age of 14, burned in the living room. Investigations prove he was hung, but it wasn't a case of suicide.
Other: Gethsemane. The Hunter that found the little mare in the woods in the middle of winter. He brought her back for treatments and took care of her for 3 years before she was able to leave on her own
History:
CHILDHOOD
Born in the deep north, where snow writes history and rules, this little cold-colored pony showed aversion to heat very early. Curiously. Even though everything started softly, life planned other things for this innocent being....
Her parents, a soft, loving mother named Lys and a harsh father who's name she never learned.
Her father was a scientist for an illegal corporation that executed tests and experiments on living subjects: Colts and fillies. They were kidnapped from families far away and were brought into a laboratory to run batteries of tests. The point of those experiments remains unknown to Equestria, but only a few big heads know about these.
For 7 years, Aby ran a normal life within the little city full of snow. At a very young age, the filly proved a bit of talent for magic. So her parents sent her going to Canterlot once a year with her older brother to pass the tests of magic school for talented unicorns. Everyone of them were failed.
The father, in rage knowing she failed 3 years straight, started yelling at her more and more often everytime she made a mistake.
It wasn't going very well, the parents always arguing over simple little things, father coming later and later. Depressive and alcoholic mother gained intensively as time passed. Both the older colt and Aby were left out by themselves.
Then everything went crashing even lower. The parents started going crazy at each other, throwing objects and inflicting wounds to themselves and the young ones.
It was going out of control a few months later.
A completely normal day at school, she comes back and pushes the little home's door.
This moment she could never forget, her own family brutaly butchered by her father. Mother's heart on the kitchen floor and brother hung by the ceiling.
He was waiting for her in the shadows of the living room. "I hope you had a good day at school my daughter... Because it's going to be your last."
From that moment, Aby doesn't remember a thing beside a needle and a silent cell, flickering lights.
Aby's last memories are that she woke up in a snowy forest 10 years later, found by hunters of the nearest city.
Since then, Aby did not asked or searched much about what happened. She tried to live out on her own from one city to another. Adopting the lifestyle of nomad and autonomy. "Make a living out of scrap metal".
She was taken care of at the age of 17 when she got out of the laboratory, now lost in the snow, by Gethsemane the Hunter. A kind stallion that took the responsibility of her for 2 years. He taught her how to live by her own. Survive. At the age of 73, Gethsemane was too old to take care of her anymore, so they decided that it would be best for her to leave.
Abygail wandered the northern Equestria for a year, before she ended up in this city. Her mind now currently full of mixed feelings and memories she can't relate.
A good time to have a little drink...
Out Of Character
Name: Aby
Roleplay Sample:
*Tchik tchik!*
A dim light flickered in front of her eyes.
A smoke trail formed, dancing trough the light that seemed far away. Her lips puffed three times, kissing her cigarette, smoke coming out of them as a little light reflected from her black pupils. The white mare advanced slowly, gliding trough the main road toward the little town, investing to find someplace to rest her aching hooves. As she was cruising down the empty market, she noticed an alley between two stands where silhouettes waved trough the night.
Stray cats.
Her walk seemed heavy, heavy from the dirt roads of the north, from the shiny "calais" of the coasts and heavy from eternal snowy mountains. She stopped. Took a few inspirations of poison down her throat and noticed a wooden plank decorated with a horseshoe. She approached.
"The Rusted Horseshoe Saloon.... How original."
Aby pushed the light doors of the building that smelled like dust and cigarette. The few night eyes that turned around found a snow mare, her mane decorated with a blue, pure sky of summer with rather sad, dark-ocean eyes. She walked straight toward the bar, ingoring the glares thrown at her and sat.
"What's your most disgusting drink?"
Roleplay Sample:
*Tchik tchik!*
A dim light flickered in front of her eyes.
A smoke trail formed, dancing trough the light that seemed far away. Her lips puffed three times, kissing her cigarette, smoke coming out of them as a little light reflected from her black pupils. The white mare advanced slowly, gliding trough the main road toward the little town, investing to find someplace to rest her aching hooves. As she was cruising down the empty market, she noticed an alley between two stands where silhouettes waved trough the night.
Stray cats.
Her walk seemed heavy, heavy from the dirt roads of the north, from the shiny "calais" of the coasts and heavy from eternal snowy mountains. She stopped. Took a few inspirations of poison down her throat and noticed a wooden plank decorated with a horseshoe. She approached.
"The Rusted Horseshoe Saloon.... How original."
Aby pushed the light doors of the building that smelled like dust and cigarette. The few night eyes that turned around found a snow mare, her mane decorated with a blue, pure sky of summer with rather sad, dark-ocean eyes. She walked straight toward the bar, ingoring the glares thrown at her and sat.
"What's your most disgusting drink?"
