Post by Damascus Rose on Aug 26, 2014 19:10:48 GMT -5
Name: Damascus Rose
Age: (Based on human ages) 42
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Special Talent: Rose gardening
Career: Hired Guard for Changelings
Race: Unicorn
Age: (Based on human ages) 42
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Special Talent: Rose gardening
Career: Hired Guard for Changelings
Race: Unicorn
Appearance
Height: (To humans he'd be, 5'11?)
Body Type: Skinny yet toned.
Mane Color: Crimson.
Eye Color: Gold.
Coat color: Dirty white
Markings: Scar on cheek, battle dirt, scar on mouth
Additional: Fluffy beard, crooked horn
General Appearance: He doesn't keep himself very clean, but, he doesn't smell too terrible. He bathes himself every couple of days, after he gets a break from his duties. When in his armor, his fluffy chest is smoothed down, so the metal doesn't catch it and rip it out. His mane is also pulled back and laced through the helmet's back, for that horsehair lead. His armor is a steel color, with markings along the bottom of his helmet, on the pauldrons, and his rear armor. A cloth tabard is worn underneath the regular armor. Chainmail covers most of his body, keeping the entire armor set together. With his armor off, the eyeholes of his helmet let in dirt and soot, so there are three lines of darkened fur where visors were.
Body Type: Skinny yet toned.
Mane Color: Crimson.
Eye Color: Gold.
Coat color: Dirty white
Markings: Scar on cheek, battle dirt, scar on mouth
Additional: Fluffy beard, crooked horn
General Appearance: He doesn't keep himself very clean, but, he doesn't smell too terrible. He bathes himself every couple of days, after he gets a break from his duties. When in his armor, his fluffy chest is smoothed down, so the metal doesn't catch it and rip it out. His mane is also pulled back and laced through the helmet's back, for that horsehair lead. His armor is a steel color, with markings along the bottom of his helmet, on the pauldrons, and his rear armor. A cloth tabard is worn underneath the regular armor. Chainmail covers most of his body, keeping the entire armor set together. With his armor off, the eyeholes of his helmet let in dirt and soot, so there are three lines of darkened fur where visors were.
Personality
Likes: Changelings, dexterity-based weapons, worthy opponents, honor, women, taking a long shower after a day of fighting, getting in bed, sleeping, casual strolls, cats, books
Dislikes: The dark, magic based fighters, dogs, dishonorable ponies, modern technology, teenagers, ponies on his lawn, sunny weather, summer (cause dark armor in the sun, man, that burns), loud noises.
Strengths: Swordsmanship, Chivalrous, smooth-talking, very cunning and strategic, strong in magic (but he doesn't like using it for combat), wise in some respects.
Weaknesses: Not much stamina, is old, doesn't like to go to repair his equipment, old-fashioned, smooth-talks at the wrong times, gullible
Fears: Snakes, the undead, death, bugs
General Personality: Damascus is a very talkative, yet grumpy pony. If you befriend him, or make him angry, he'll talk your ear off until you finally butt in and rant back. He finds it hard to make and keep friends with this attitude, but it's not like he can change himself, so he cherishes the few friends he manages to keep with him. The others he bitterly mumbles about until he sees fit to quit. When he is alone and gardening, he's usually in a great mood, until the sun comes up, or he spots weeds. In those situations, he either goes back inside and grunts angrily, or yanks the weed out and eats it.
He loves to wear his armor and parade himself around in it, either to look intimidating, or just to look nice in his work clothes. Plus he never leaves his armor at home 'cause he has a crazy fear that someone's gonna steal it or a wild fire is going to burn his house down. When it comes to ponies, he has a mistrust of them, but he's gullible, so anything they say will probably sway him onto their side, until they break that trust or start to annoy him. Then he gets all mad and pushes them away until they stop bothering him. This isn't the case with mares, though, as he sees them as more delicate and emotional, and less likely to purposefully break his trust. He sees men as typically backstabbing, or cold ponies. This is why most of his friends are females, and the few male friends he has had to work extra for his trust.
He's strong willed when given a task to complete, and will rarely back down from a challenge. Unless it seems too dangerous or deadly, then he'll let someone else do it and keep an eye on the news. In the quests he does accept, he sees them through to the end, or death. But considering he's here, right now, in this town, you can imagine that the death part is pretty uncommon. Damascus likes to do things alone, generally, but if a friend wants to help, he'll let them. Ponies generally view him as crotchety, cranky, and old. Even though he's only like, 42. And so, people call him old man, much to his chagrin.
Dislikes: The dark, magic based fighters, dogs, dishonorable ponies, modern technology, teenagers, ponies on his lawn, sunny weather, summer (cause dark armor in the sun, man, that burns), loud noises.
Strengths: Swordsmanship, Chivalrous, smooth-talking, very cunning and strategic, strong in magic (but he doesn't like using it for combat), wise in some respects.
Weaknesses: Not much stamina, is old, doesn't like to go to repair his equipment, old-fashioned, smooth-talks at the wrong times, gullible
Fears: Snakes, the undead, death, bugs
General Personality: Damascus is a very talkative, yet grumpy pony. If you befriend him, or make him angry, he'll talk your ear off until you finally butt in and rant back. He finds it hard to make and keep friends with this attitude, but it's not like he can change himself, so he cherishes the few friends he manages to keep with him. The others he bitterly mumbles about until he sees fit to quit. When he is alone and gardening, he's usually in a great mood, until the sun comes up, or he spots weeds. In those situations, he either goes back inside and grunts angrily, or yanks the weed out and eats it.
He loves to wear his armor and parade himself around in it, either to look intimidating, or just to look nice in his work clothes. Plus he never leaves his armor at home 'cause he has a crazy fear that someone's gonna steal it or a wild fire is going to burn his house down. When it comes to ponies, he has a mistrust of them, but he's gullible, so anything they say will probably sway him onto their side, until they break that trust or start to annoy him. Then he gets all mad and pushes them away until they stop bothering him. This isn't the case with mares, though, as he sees them as more delicate and emotional, and less likely to purposefully break his trust. He sees men as typically backstabbing, or cold ponies. This is why most of his friends are females, and the few male friends he has had to work extra for his trust.
He's strong willed when given a task to complete, and will rarely back down from a challenge. Unless it seems too dangerous or deadly, then he'll let someone else do it and keep an eye on the news. In the quests he does accept, he sees them through to the end, or death. But considering he's here, right now, in this town, you can imagine that the death part is pretty uncommon. Damascus likes to do things alone, generally, but if a friend wants to help, he'll let them. Ponies generally view him as crotchety, cranky, and old. Even though he's only like, 42. And so, people call him old man, much to his chagrin.
History
Father: Alonne, 67 years old, Knight of the Southern Kingdoms.
Mother: Nadia, 60 years old, stay at home mom
Siblings: Sister, Poptart, age 23.
Other: Single, but owns a tabby cat named Chester.
History: Damascus was raised by an old fashioned, medieval-loving family, in Trotland (the pony Scotland). His dad was married to another mare for a while, but at the onset Alonne was having an affair with Nadia, who had conceived Damascus. However, learning of Alonne's affair with Nadia, the other mare had left him, and gave him the child to wipe away the memory. Therefore, his dad married Nadia, and raised Damascus with her. The previous mare had gone off to live her life with another man. For the first ten years, there was a lot of tension and distrust between the pair, but after a while, Alonne proved that he would never cheat on Nadia. They later conceived his sister, who Damascus loved dearly. In their childhood, he would keep her safe from anyone who wished harm to her. After an incident with a few stallions getting 'rough' with his sister, his extreme distrust for men began.
He earned his cutie mark from countless years gardening and growing crops with his mother, to provide for the family. He would accompany her outside, and water the plants, collect them, and such. After a while he'd grown so used to the process that he did it on his own, which then gained him his cutie mark. His gardening talent only comes out at his home, where there are many colorful flowers and roses on display. It took him a good five years to get his cutie mark, which is considered an early bloomer. This surprised him and his family, and they all had a small celebration in his honor.
Damascus became a knight by learning from his father. As a knight, he'd always come home fully clad in his equipment, usually clean and shined, and look really impressive to his son. Every day he'd look up at him and wish he could be that when he grew up, and so, he signed up, for the royal army at 18, and worked his way up to knighthood, where he lived, and fought at the castle of the Southern Kingdom. He retired at forty, after the working the same job those many years. After another year of basically nothing, he went to look for ponies who needed a guard or a hired hoof. Instead, he found changelings who needed his aid. Seeing that nobody else would seem to take him, he accepted their offer, and protects them and their secrets to the grave.
It took some convincing, but his superiors decided to give him time to relax. At first he thought about going somewhere exotic, like Neighhon, but he figured somewhere simple and small would be nice. He found a small town between Phillydelphia and Baltimare, finding the forest and ocean setting rather to his liking. Damascus bought a train ticket for himself, and requested three weeks leave, which his bosses begrudgingly gave.
Mother: Nadia, 60 years old, stay at home mom
Siblings: Sister, Poptart, age 23.
Other: Single, but owns a tabby cat named Chester.
History: Damascus was raised by an old fashioned, medieval-loving family, in Trotland (the pony Scotland). His dad was married to another mare for a while, but at the onset Alonne was having an affair with Nadia, who had conceived Damascus. However, learning of Alonne's affair with Nadia, the other mare had left him, and gave him the child to wipe away the memory. Therefore, his dad married Nadia, and raised Damascus with her. The previous mare had gone off to live her life with another man. For the first ten years, there was a lot of tension and distrust between the pair, but after a while, Alonne proved that he would never cheat on Nadia. They later conceived his sister, who Damascus loved dearly. In their childhood, he would keep her safe from anyone who wished harm to her. After an incident with a few stallions getting 'rough' with his sister, his extreme distrust for men began.
He earned his cutie mark from countless years gardening and growing crops with his mother, to provide for the family. He would accompany her outside, and water the plants, collect them, and such. After a while he'd grown so used to the process that he did it on his own, which then gained him his cutie mark. His gardening talent only comes out at his home, where there are many colorful flowers and roses on display. It took him a good five years to get his cutie mark, which is considered an early bloomer. This surprised him and his family, and they all had a small celebration in his honor.
Damascus became a knight by learning from his father. As a knight, he'd always come home fully clad in his equipment, usually clean and shined, and look really impressive to his son. Every day he'd look up at him and wish he could be that when he grew up, and so, he signed up, for the royal army at 18, and worked his way up to knighthood, where he lived, and fought at the castle of the Southern Kingdom. He retired at forty, after the working the same job those many years. After another year of basically nothing, he went to look for ponies who needed a guard or a hired hoof. Instead, he found changelings who needed his aid. Seeing that nobody else would seem to take him, he accepted their offer, and protects them and their secrets to the grave.
It took some convincing, but his superiors decided to give him time to relax. At first he thought about going somewhere exotic, like Neighhon, but he figured somewhere simple and small would be nice. He found a small town between Phillydelphia and Baltimare, finding the forest and ocean setting rather to his liking. Damascus bought a train ticket for himself, and requested three weeks leave, which his bosses begrudgingly gave.
Out Of Character
Name: Dunthyon
Roleplay Sample: Damascus' eyes felt dry and crusty as he forced them open. The sun shot its way through the blinds of his window and directly into his retinas (which were accustomed to the dark). This made him groan. "Had to be one of those days, didn't it..?" He mumbled, as he threw his legs over the side of his bed. His vacation just had to be scheduled on a day like today, all sunny, bright, and godawful. Damascus got on all fours, and went to his closet, slipping on his chainmail, which pinched and pulled at his millions of hairs. The worst part of his day, he would argue. The tanned and dirtied white tabard went easily over the metal rings, adding some padding before the next part of his daily routine. Lastly, came his heavy plate armor, covering almost every inch of his body, minus his tail and mane.
He picked up his train ticket on the way out the door to his house, and found himself outside. On each side of him lay his flower beds, which he smiled at brightly, before locking the door behind him. "Damn, that sun is extra bright today. Stupid.. Stupid day-ball." He grumbled. Immediately a cool breeze from the forest close by equaled out the heat from the blaring sun. Not exactly his day to be out, but his superiors only gave him today to leave. He wasn't one to complain, and besides, it was a free few weeks vacation, who would argue that? Damascus took off for the train station, readying himself for a long walk.
Roleplay Sample: Damascus' eyes felt dry and crusty as he forced them open. The sun shot its way through the blinds of his window and directly into his retinas (which were accustomed to the dark). This made him groan. "Had to be one of those days, didn't it..?" He mumbled, as he threw his legs over the side of his bed. His vacation just had to be scheduled on a day like today, all sunny, bright, and godawful. Damascus got on all fours, and went to his closet, slipping on his chainmail, which pinched and pulled at his millions of hairs. The worst part of his day, he would argue. The tanned and dirtied white tabard went easily over the metal rings, adding some padding before the next part of his daily routine. Lastly, came his heavy plate armor, covering almost every inch of his body, minus his tail and mane.
He picked up his train ticket on the way out the door to his house, and found himself outside. On each side of him lay his flower beds, which he smiled at brightly, before locking the door behind him. "Damn, that sun is extra bright today. Stupid.. Stupid day-ball." He grumbled. Immediately a cool breeze from the forest close by equaled out the heat from the blaring sun. Not exactly his day to be out, but his superiors only gave him today to leave. He wasn't one to complain, and besides, it was a free few weeks vacation, who would argue that? Damascus took off for the train station, readying himself for a long walk.
