Post by Low Key on Aug 26, 2014 23:30:44 GMT -5
Name: Low Key
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi Demisexual, leans heavily towards mares
Special Talent: Playing the bass guitar
Career: Bartender at the Rusted Horseshoe
Race: Unicorn
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi Demisexual, leans heavily towards mares
Special Talent: Playing the bass guitar
Career: Bartender at the Rusted Horseshoe
Race: Unicorn
Appearance
Height: ~4'
Body Type: Slightly below average muscular build, body mass index would qualify as average
Mane Color: Off-white
Eye Color: Blue
Coat color: Grey
Markings: N/A
Additional: Can often be seen wearing a crimson turtleneck coupled with a black leather jacket off duty. On duty, he usually wears a black bow tie and black waistcoat
General Appearance: Low Key is a young stallion with a slavic appearance. His stature is not at all imposing, one of part of him that he dislikes. His posture is always straight and he always carries himself in a dignified manner. His mane rarely reaches down farther than the nape of his neck and is always brushed into a professional look. While his physical fitness could do with some improving, he still finds a way to maintain an average physique. Hygiene and health are often near the front of his mind as he always takes time to make himself presentable in public. Conversing with him, unless a customer or a friend, Low's face would remain a mask that only expresses the emotions he wants others to see.
Body Type: Slightly below average muscular build, body mass index would qualify as average
Mane Color: Off-white
Eye Color: Blue
Coat color: Grey
Markings: N/A
Additional: Can often be seen wearing a crimson turtleneck coupled with a black leather jacket off duty. On duty, he usually wears a black bow tie and black waistcoat
General Appearance: Low Key is a young stallion with a slavic appearance. His stature is not at all imposing, one of part of him that he dislikes. His posture is always straight and he always carries himself in a dignified manner. His mane rarely reaches down farther than the nape of his neck and is always brushed into a professional look. While his physical fitness could do with some improving, he still finds a way to maintain an average physique. Hygiene and health are often near the front of his mind as he always takes time to make himself presentable in public. Conversing with him, unless a customer or a friend, Low's face would remain a mask that only expresses the emotions he wants others to see.
Personality
Likes: Among Low Key's favorite hobbies, listening to and playing music is his favorite. He has an extensive collection of records at his apartment ranging from classical to metal. The only thing that matters to him is that they have purpose or deep and involving subject matter (Not to say that he doesn't have a few guilty pleasures here and there). He also has a six string acoustic bass that he often plays along with the records. Low also enjoys reading a variety of genres including action, adventure, and romance (Another guilty pleasure). In either case, being easily distracted, he likes being able to remove all distractions and focus on the beauty in life, whether that beauty be from music, a book, or something flying around in his head. Finally, perhaps the biggest attraction for Low Key is dignity and class.
Dislikes: Low Key has an absolute hatred for music that he considers "soulless". This can range anywhere from music that was written by someone other than a member of the band, songs the purposefully cater to the lowest common denominator, and music that is simply made to sell. Low considers music an art, and to see it cheapened for the purpose of appealing to the masses and selling the most albums is an afront to everything that artists stand for. Even mentioning the name of a pop artist is likely to send him into a rage, condemning them as the spawn of Tirek. Tied in with this, he also dislikes verbose ponies as well as those whom have no sense of shame or dignity. Ponies with both of these qualities haunt his worst nightmares. Other minor dislikes include large crowds, cheap scares, and unauthorized physical contact.
Strengths: Low Key was one of those types of ponies whom one would say never had a childhood. Despite his youth, he is very mature and considerate of other ponies feelings. While not the best at speaking, he is much better at listening. When in the company of those whom he doesn't know well, he maintains a professional, if uptight, mentality. He also has a strong sense of empathy and has a tendency to absorb and pick up on emotions. He also has a sense of duty that compels him to simply do, afraid of disappointing others. As such, things that most others would simply galk at he accepts and completes without one complaint.
Weaknesses: Despite Low Key's low self-esteem, he seems to be purposefully keeping it down. His ego doesn't usually get a chance to toot its own horn, so when it gets the chance, it tends to honk loud and all night. Feeding his ego, while it may be done with good intentions, may unintentionally awaken the attention-hungry monster within. He is also easily startled and not particularly brave. Another weakness is that he is very sensitive about his hygiene and body composition, not to mention anything that would compromise his masculinity.
Fears: Low Key can best be described as a neurotic. Facing brutal hazing at school, he learned how to conceal his emotions and keep his distance. To this day, he is afraid of getting too close to anypony (both physically and emotionally) and alienating them. He also fears showing his emotions publicly, especially crying. Tantamount to all things, his greatest fear is losing face or being humiliated.
General Personality: In public, Low Key would seem to be a less than interesting character. He rarely speaks unless spoken to, he has trouble holding eye contact, and just generally isn't one for conversation. He tends to walk at a moderate pace of 3 MPH most of the time, but in noisy or crowded areas, this can increase to 4 MPH with his posture and demeanor becoming more and more uptight. Attempting to any sort of emotion out of him where unfamiliar faces can see it is a moot task. Still, he treats strangers with the kindness that he would a friend, perhaps slightly better considering that he addresses them formally.
In private and with ponies that he is on friendly terms with, Low Key warms up. Depending on how comfortable he is around the person, he shows more or less of his personality, as if he is a turtle in a shell. His greatest passion in music, so getting him on the topic will result in him gushing as long as you let him. Other than that, he tries not to dominate topics, preferring to let others choose when he can speak. When in a large discussion, he tends to stay near the sidelines unless asked to participate as he sees his voice as insignificant. At times when he feels he has overstepped his bounds, he quickly retreats back into his "shell" and apologizes.
Dislikes: Low Key has an absolute hatred for music that he considers "soulless". This can range anywhere from music that was written by someone other than a member of the band, songs the purposefully cater to the lowest common denominator, and music that is simply made to sell. Low considers music an art, and to see it cheapened for the purpose of appealing to the masses and selling the most albums is an afront to everything that artists stand for. Even mentioning the name of a pop artist is likely to send him into a rage, condemning them as the spawn of Tirek. Tied in with this, he also dislikes verbose ponies as well as those whom have no sense of shame or dignity. Ponies with both of these qualities haunt his worst nightmares. Other minor dislikes include large crowds, cheap scares, and unauthorized physical contact.
Strengths: Low Key was one of those types of ponies whom one would say never had a childhood. Despite his youth, he is very mature and considerate of other ponies feelings. While not the best at speaking, he is much better at listening. When in the company of those whom he doesn't know well, he maintains a professional, if uptight, mentality. He also has a strong sense of empathy and has a tendency to absorb and pick up on emotions. He also has a sense of duty that compels him to simply do, afraid of disappointing others. As such, things that most others would simply galk at he accepts and completes without one complaint.
Weaknesses: Despite Low Key's low self-esteem, he seems to be purposefully keeping it down. His ego doesn't usually get a chance to toot its own horn, so when it gets the chance, it tends to honk loud and all night. Feeding his ego, while it may be done with good intentions, may unintentionally awaken the attention-hungry monster within. He is also easily startled and not particularly brave. Another weakness is that he is very sensitive about his hygiene and body composition, not to mention anything that would compromise his masculinity.
Fears: Low Key can best be described as a neurotic. Facing brutal hazing at school, he learned how to conceal his emotions and keep his distance. To this day, he is afraid of getting too close to anypony (both physically and emotionally) and alienating them. He also fears showing his emotions publicly, especially crying. Tantamount to all things, his greatest fear is losing face or being humiliated.
General Personality: In public, Low Key would seem to be a less than interesting character. He rarely speaks unless spoken to, he has trouble holding eye contact, and just generally isn't one for conversation. He tends to walk at a moderate pace of 3 MPH most of the time, but in noisy or crowded areas, this can increase to 4 MPH with his posture and demeanor becoming more and more uptight. Attempting to any sort of emotion out of him where unfamiliar faces can see it is a moot task. Still, he treats strangers with the kindness that he would a friend, perhaps slightly better considering that he addresses them formally.
In private and with ponies that he is on friendly terms with, Low Key warms up. Depending on how comfortable he is around the person, he shows more or less of his personality, as if he is a turtle in a shell. His greatest passion in music, so getting him on the topic will result in him gushing as long as you let him. Other than that, he tries not to dominate topics, preferring to let others choose when he can speak. When in a large discussion, he tends to stay near the sidelines unless asked to participate as he sees his voice as insignificant. At times when he feels he has overstepped his bounds, he quickly retreats back into his "shell" and apologizes.
History
Father: Fire Sale, earth pony, 54, a very talented textile supply salesman. His job both in Stalliongrad and Manehattan kept Fire very busy. Low Key didn't see much of him on the week days.
Mother: Light Heart. 52, server. Low Key's mother was also a genial extrovert who loved meeting new ponies. While he spent the most time with her, Low Key soon developed a silent, if unreasonable, dislike for her over her sheer verbosity.
Siblings: None
History: Born in Stalliongrad, Low Key only lived there for two years before his parents immigrated to a suburb in Manehattan. From an early age, the young colt demonstrated a very tenacious, if eccentric, personality, reaching out to his associates and attempting to socialize. Unfortunately, Low did not seem to understand when other ponies simply did not want to be friends. Being pushed away only made him want to try harder to be accepted, unintentionally pestering and even creeping on other ponies. This finally prompted his peers to ostracize him completely, resorting to more and more belligerent tactics to get him to leave them alone.
The hazing reached its apex around his mid-teens, when several events led to him rethinking his life. One such event occurred as he was sitting with some associates whom reluctantly tolerated his presence at recess. On the topic of fillies, one of the colts asked Low his opinion on one of their more popular classmates. After convincing him to admit to some more disgusting fantasies, his classmates promptly informed the filly in question of Low's lechery. This in turn led to a nasty confrontation in the halls involving disgusted rage, a bruise-inducing slap to the face, and many tears of shame.
On several other occasions, Low would walk by and overhear other ponies talking behind his back, some not seeming to care if he heard. Unable to trust anypony and convinced that his try-hard attitude had alienated his entire class, Low stopped socializing entirely. By his late teens, he had become an introvert, preferring to stay inside and read.
Around that time was when he got his cutie mark. A group of foals had formed a band and received permission to play during lunch. As Low watched them from a corner, he analyzed each member of the band. One member that drew his attention was, strangely, the bassist. As the vocalist and guitarist drew all the applause and more than a few dreamy stares from the fillies, the bassist simply stood in the back, seemingly unaffected and disconnected from it all. However, he wasn't. If the percussion was the heartbeat, the rhythm was the pressure driving the band forward. You could build a guitar solo off of a beat, but without rhythm, there was no power, no variety, no force. Even though he was out-shined by everyone else, he didn't seem to mind; he knew the debt that was owed him, but he held that against no pony. He was perfectly content to live the rest of his life in obscurity if it meant that the music might thrive. Whether or not the bassist realized this too or had simply picked up the bass because his band needed a bassist didn't matter to Low; he finally knew his place in life and what he wanted to do. The rest of the day, he noticed surprised looks from his classmates, and it wasn't until he got home that his parents pointed out his new cutie mark, a bass clef.
That summer, he got a job working at a local music shop. Saving up his bits, he bought a beat-up bass guitar and aging amp. A coworker noticed him struggling to play it with hooves, and taught him to use his magic to create a hand, complete with fingers. In the following years, he would improve his technique, upgrading his equipment and purchasing effects with the bits he earned.
Eventually, he saved up enough to move out of Manehattan, which he considered too noisy, and relocated to a quiet town to the south.
Low's dream to date has been to play in a band at a legitimate gig. However, every time the opportunity has presented itself, old demons constantly draw him away. Convinced that he is inherently annoying, Low seems content to simply sit and wait for someone to come by and initiate contact.
Mother: Light Heart. 52, server. Low Key's mother was also a genial extrovert who loved meeting new ponies. While he spent the most time with her, Low Key soon developed a silent, if unreasonable, dislike for her over her sheer verbosity.
Siblings: None
History: Born in Stalliongrad, Low Key only lived there for two years before his parents immigrated to a suburb in Manehattan. From an early age, the young colt demonstrated a very tenacious, if eccentric, personality, reaching out to his associates and attempting to socialize. Unfortunately, Low did not seem to understand when other ponies simply did not want to be friends. Being pushed away only made him want to try harder to be accepted, unintentionally pestering and even creeping on other ponies. This finally prompted his peers to ostracize him completely, resorting to more and more belligerent tactics to get him to leave them alone.
The hazing reached its apex around his mid-teens, when several events led to him rethinking his life. One such event occurred as he was sitting with some associates whom reluctantly tolerated his presence at recess. On the topic of fillies, one of the colts asked Low his opinion on one of their more popular classmates. After convincing him to admit to some more disgusting fantasies, his classmates promptly informed the filly in question of Low's lechery. This in turn led to a nasty confrontation in the halls involving disgusted rage, a bruise-inducing slap to the face, and many tears of shame.
On several other occasions, Low would walk by and overhear other ponies talking behind his back, some not seeming to care if he heard. Unable to trust anypony and convinced that his try-hard attitude had alienated his entire class, Low stopped socializing entirely. By his late teens, he had become an introvert, preferring to stay inside and read.
Around that time was when he got his cutie mark. A group of foals had formed a band and received permission to play during lunch. As Low watched them from a corner, he analyzed each member of the band. One member that drew his attention was, strangely, the bassist. As the vocalist and guitarist drew all the applause and more than a few dreamy stares from the fillies, the bassist simply stood in the back, seemingly unaffected and disconnected from it all. However, he wasn't. If the percussion was the heartbeat, the rhythm was the pressure driving the band forward. You could build a guitar solo off of a beat, but without rhythm, there was no power, no variety, no force. Even though he was out-shined by everyone else, he didn't seem to mind; he knew the debt that was owed him, but he held that against no pony. He was perfectly content to live the rest of his life in obscurity if it meant that the music might thrive. Whether or not the bassist realized this too or had simply picked up the bass because his band needed a bassist didn't matter to Low; he finally knew his place in life and what he wanted to do. The rest of the day, he noticed surprised looks from his classmates, and it wasn't until he got home that his parents pointed out his new cutie mark, a bass clef.
That summer, he got a job working at a local music shop. Saving up his bits, he bought a beat-up bass guitar and aging amp. A coworker noticed him struggling to play it with hooves, and taught him to use his magic to create a hand, complete with fingers. In the following years, he would improve his technique, upgrading his equipment and purchasing effects with the bits he earned.
Eventually, he saved up enough to move out of Manehattan, which he considered too noisy, and relocated to a quiet town to the south.
Low's dream to date has been to play in a band at a legitimate gig. However, every time the opportunity has presented itself, old demons constantly draw him away. Convinced that he is inherently annoying, Low seems content to simply sit and wait for someone to come by and initiate contact.
Out Of Character
Name: Hazard
Roleplay Sample: The sun was high in the sky and, for everypony, it was business as usual. Walking the streets was a lone grey stallion in a red turtleneck and a black leather jacket. In spite of the summer heat, he showed no outward signs of discontent. The beads of sweat on his forehead would have given away his internal strife should anypony have been looking at him with any particular attention.
Slung across his back was a soft guitar case. Every so often, the stallion would stop and shift it around into a more comfortable position. This new position would soon become an uncomfortable one in a matter of minutes, and he would have thought of some other way to transport the case had it not been for him catching sight of his destination. Straight ahead, with instruments hanging in the windows, was the music store.
He stretches the fabric of his turtleneck and pushes the door open. He is greeted by the tinkle of the bell hanging on the door, a welcome cool breeze, and the face melting sound of half a dozen different instruments playing in glorious cacophony. Fortunately for this stallion's face, he had been in more than a few music stores and, as such, had developed an immunity.
As the clerk at the front counter greets him, he responds with a simply request, "Hello, do you have a 45 gauge string? Mine snapped." After a few seconds of searching, the clerk puts the paper package on the counter and the grey stallion gives him five bits for it. He then takes everything over to a corner of the shop and sets the case on the ground along with the string. He uses his magic to unzip the case and removes a pristine six-string acoustic bass guitar.
It is a thing of beauty: hollow mahogany body, rosewood neck, abalone fret inlays shaped like Bass Clefs, and chrome machine heads. When he had first received it for his 20th birthday, simply gazing upon the smooth finish of the wood was enough to short every circuit in his brain. On the back, however, was a very special message, "To our beloved son, whom we love so much: Low Key!"
Upon closer inspection one would see that all of the strings are intact except one, the second to last string. Simultaneously using his magic to unwind the machine head attached to the corresponding string while removing a pair of wire cutters from his case, Low Key mutters under his breath, "It's always the G-string." He removes the snapped string and fits the new one, cutting off the excess. After tuning it up, he places everything back in his case and slings it around his shoulder. He shrugs it into a comfortable position and stretches the fabric of his turtleneck.
Well, what now?
Roleplay Sample: The sun was high in the sky and, for everypony, it was business as usual. Walking the streets was a lone grey stallion in a red turtleneck and a black leather jacket. In spite of the summer heat, he showed no outward signs of discontent. The beads of sweat on his forehead would have given away his internal strife should anypony have been looking at him with any particular attention.
Slung across his back was a soft guitar case. Every so often, the stallion would stop and shift it around into a more comfortable position. This new position would soon become an uncomfortable one in a matter of minutes, and he would have thought of some other way to transport the case had it not been for him catching sight of his destination. Straight ahead, with instruments hanging in the windows, was the music store.
He stretches the fabric of his turtleneck and pushes the door open. He is greeted by the tinkle of the bell hanging on the door, a welcome cool breeze, and the face melting sound of half a dozen different instruments playing in glorious cacophony. Fortunately for this stallion's face, he had been in more than a few music stores and, as such, had developed an immunity.
As the clerk at the front counter greets him, he responds with a simply request, "Hello, do you have a 45 gauge string? Mine snapped." After a few seconds of searching, the clerk puts the paper package on the counter and the grey stallion gives him five bits for it. He then takes everything over to a corner of the shop and sets the case on the ground along with the string. He uses his magic to unzip the case and removes a pristine six-string acoustic bass guitar.
It is a thing of beauty: hollow mahogany body, rosewood neck, abalone fret inlays shaped like Bass Clefs, and chrome machine heads. When he had first received it for his 20th birthday, simply gazing upon the smooth finish of the wood was enough to short every circuit in his brain. On the back, however, was a very special message, "To our beloved son, whom we love so much: Low Key!"
Upon closer inspection one would see that all of the strings are intact except one, the second to last string. Simultaneously using his magic to unwind the machine head attached to the corresponding string while removing a pair of wire cutters from his case, Low Key mutters under his breath, "It's always the G-string." He removes the snapped string and fits the new one, cutting off the excess. After tuning it up, he places everything back in his case and slings it around his shoulder. He shrugs it into a comfortable position and stretches the fabric of his turtleneck.
Well, what now?
