Post by Gidgit on Aug 27, 2014 1:33:18 GMT -5
Name: Gidgit
Age: (Based on human ages) Nine and Three Quarters
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Boys are icky and have cooties! ( Not applicable )
Special Talent: Whistling
Career: Delivers the newspaper.
Race: Griffon
Age: (Based on human ages) Nine and Three Quarters
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Boys are icky and have cooties! ( Not applicable )
Special Talent: Whistling
Career: Delivers the newspaper.
Race: Griffon
Appearance
Height: ~2'
Body Type: A teensie bit on the chubby side, but shes still young.
Mane Color: Grey.
Eye Color: Rose.
Coat color: Dark grey.
Markings: Her back right paw has a 'sock', and her feathers are tipped lightly in pink and dark grey.
Additional: She carries a satchel to help deliver papers.
General Appearance: Gidgit is an average sized young griffon, though she is still growing out of the chubby-baby stage of her life. Her head feathers are spiky and always upright, no matter how much you try and groom her. She has short black fur on her back half, and her tail hair is surprisingly soft at the tip. Her feathers are fine and lay slightly fluffy, though less so than many griffons. She has a single grey-ish sock on her back right paw, and her pawpads are a light pink. Her eyes are a light rose color, that are always wide open and interested. Her beak is somewhat short comparatively, giving her a chubby looking face. Her chest feathers have a light dappling of a grey pink.
Body Type: A teensie bit on the chubby side, but shes still young.
Mane Color: Grey.
Eye Color: Rose.
Coat color: Dark grey.
Markings: Her back right paw has a 'sock', and her feathers are tipped lightly in pink and dark grey.
Additional: She carries a satchel to help deliver papers.
General Appearance: Gidgit is an average sized young griffon, though she is still growing out of the chubby-baby stage of her life. Her head feathers are spiky and always upright, no matter how much you try and groom her. She has short black fur on her back half, and her tail hair is surprisingly soft at the tip. Her feathers are fine and lay slightly fluffy, though less so than many griffons. She has a single grey-ish sock on her back right paw, and her pawpads are a light pink. Her eyes are a light rose color, that are always wide open and interested. Her beak is somewhat short comparatively, giving her a chubby looking face. Her chest feathers have a light dappling of a grey pink.
Personality
Likes: Whistling, music of all forms, daydreaming, drawing, crayons, dandelions, fancy crayons, adventures, helping out and meeting new people.
Dislikes: Getting lost, sitting still, the dark, anything stinky, spiders, super loud noises, low-hanging branches, doctors, needles and baths.
Strengths: Gidgit's strength is that she has the energy of a small super nova. Figuratively, of course. We think.
Weaknesses: Gidgit is prone to over reacting and thinking that ponies are talking down to her because she is a kid.
Fears: Gidgit's biggest fear is of the dark, and the creepy things that lie within the dark. That and spiders.
General Personality:
Gidgit is generally cheerful little chickadee. She beats the sun awake in the morning, beats everyone down to breakfast and then falls asleep - temporarily - in her cereal. Gidgit is a perpetual dreamer, often having to keep a journal of them to keep her mind off them; though they do inspire many a convoluted scheme or impromptu adventure that always manages to get her into some sort of trouble. She is a creative little bird, often spending her free time drawing or coming up with fun little tunes. She collects a bunch of small little things, like drawings from others and sheet music she has found or written. She often tries to sing along to her own music, thinking she is quite good, but everyone around her is typically too polite to admit that she is actually not great at singing. She has the beat and the tune, it just the pitch she has issues with.
Outwardly, Gidgit is viewed as a small, excited, accident prone little griffon, who is taking her situation well. Gidgit thinks of herself as 'Adventure Prone' rather than accident prone. And she resents being called small. Gidgit has the habit of getting over zealous and trying to involve herself into other business as a point of friendship and helpfulness. Even if it ends up causing more harm than good; in the end she would have rather tried than not. Gidgit goes gung-ho into everything, regardless of the consequences or circumstances. She considers everyone she gets even reasonably along with her friend, and anyone else who will give her the time of day someone who could become a friend. She attends school with ponies, and is always ecstatic about learning about more than just griffon history. She longs everyday for a reason or a call to adventure, to be called away to serve a great purpose. Gidgit dreams of perpetual excitement, fun and happiness. A life full of family, friends and joy. Gidgit has a few times when she gets down, mostly when she thinks about how long her parents have been away ( no one really has the heart to tell her the truth ) or when she gets bored. Boredom is the bane of her existence. If shes bored, especially bored without daydreaming, her mind wanders to less cheerful things.
Dislikes: Getting lost, sitting still, the dark, anything stinky, spiders, super loud noises, low-hanging branches, doctors, needles and baths.
Strengths: Gidgit's strength is that she has the energy of a small super nova. Figuratively, of course. We think.
Weaknesses: Gidgit is prone to over reacting and thinking that ponies are talking down to her because she is a kid.
Fears: Gidgit's biggest fear is of the dark, and the creepy things that lie within the dark. That and spiders.
General Personality:
Gidgit is generally cheerful little chickadee. She beats the sun awake in the morning, beats everyone down to breakfast and then falls asleep - temporarily - in her cereal. Gidgit is a perpetual dreamer, often having to keep a journal of them to keep her mind off them; though they do inspire many a convoluted scheme or impromptu adventure that always manages to get her into some sort of trouble. She is a creative little bird, often spending her free time drawing or coming up with fun little tunes. She collects a bunch of small little things, like drawings from others and sheet music she has found or written. She often tries to sing along to her own music, thinking she is quite good, but everyone around her is typically too polite to admit that she is actually not great at singing. She has the beat and the tune, it just the pitch she has issues with.
Outwardly, Gidgit is viewed as a small, excited, accident prone little griffon, who is taking her situation well. Gidgit thinks of herself as 'Adventure Prone' rather than accident prone. And she resents being called small. Gidgit has the habit of getting over zealous and trying to involve herself into other business as a point of friendship and helpfulness. Even if it ends up causing more harm than good; in the end she would have rather tried than not. Gidgit goes gung-ho into everything, regardless of the consequences or circumstances. She considers everyone she gets even reasonably along with her friend, and anyone else who will give her the time of day someone who could become a friend. She attends school with ponies, and is always ecstatic about learning about more than just griffon history. She longs everyday for a reason or a call to adventure, to be called away to serve a great purpose. Gidgit dreams of perpetual excitement, fun and happiness. A life full of family, friends and joy. Gidgit has a few times when she gets down, mostly when she thinks about how long her parents have been away ( no one really has the heart to tell her the truth ) or when she gets bored. Boredom is the bane of her existence. If shes bored, especially bored without daydreaming, her mind wanders to less cheerful things.
History
Father: Gerard, 40, deceased, Ship Captain
Mother: Genny, 32, deceased, Inventor
Siblings: None
Other: She has a chubby little finch named Cecil.
History:
Gidgit was born at sea, aboard her fathers boat. Her father, Gerard, has quite the story of his own, though it changes every time. Rich in his youth, - his favorite story being that he found an ancient tomb of artifacts which he sold on the blackmarket - later in his life he took on a exciting, but mellower lifestyle. With his wife, Genny, he sailed between Griffance and Equestria, trading goods and ferrying ponies and griffons alike from one place to another with their goods and families. On a sunny day on the salty seas, Gidgit was born. She was named after " Her mothers favorite term for that one piece of equipment that you can never find when you want it", which would in her life, define her personality. She spent her first few weeks of life aboard a crowded ship, being rocked to sleep by the sea and woken by the sound of the wind taking the sails. Her mother spent her time down in the hold, tinkering and crafting wild and crazy gizmos and gadgets, being covered in oil and grease. The crew and passengers of the ship would often sing and hum tunes that to this day she finds herself subconsciously humming.
She wasn't even toddling about the ship deck before they reached land. They traded with many small towns, their favorite being a small one just between Baltimare and Fillydelphia, where they had a few friends. Knowing that the sea was no real place to raise a child, Gerard and Genny decided to leave their little chickadee - their nickname for her - with their friends until she was older. It was then that Gidgit started school with ponies first. She was schooled by ponies - and occasionally picked on by them as well - and raised by ponies for the first six years of her life. On her sixth birthday her parents told her that if she wanted, she was now old enough to return to the boat and sail with them on their trips. Gidgit, of course, said yes. Their one condition was that when they arrived at the small town on the Equestrian side, she would stay there until they returned, the same for the Griffrancian side. She would spend about three weeks on either side, and and two weeks sailing. They didn't want their daughter living aboard a ship for the rest of her life.
Gidgits life for two years was that of constant movement and being unwantedly stationary. She learned many things about the world, being switched from a griffon school to a pony school every month or two. Occasionally a storm would delay her parents, causing the count on her calender to elongate and for her to panic. They would always arrive though, no matter what. Her mother and her would often get up extra early in the morning and talk about their dreams, sharing their dream journals. Genny had Gidgit keep her journals for her, wanting her to be able to share in her dreams, in the fantasies she dreamed of. About a year and a half ago, her parents dropped her off in the small town on the coast, their favorite little town, and found that their friends had moved away without warning. With their daughter nine years old, she could handle herself during the day, she would remember to eat lunch, but they couldn't leave her alone at all times. They took what they could get, and left her in the charge of the nurses and doctors of the hospital, knowing that at least if she hurt herself there would be plenty of bandaids. Gidgit - until someone decides to hang onto her - is currently being passed around the capable hooves of all the nursing staff. She keeps checking off days on her calender until her parents come back, though her life is busy enough that it is not engulfed by the counting on days. She still worries that her parents forgot or got into trouble, as they are nearly four months late, but she knows that her parents will come back for her. No matter what. No one really has the heart to tell her that their ship met harsh times at sea and sank against a Griffrancian reef.
Mother: Genny, 32, deceased, Inventor
Siblings: None
Other: She has a chubby little finch named Cecil.
History:
Gidgit was born at sea, aboard her fathers boat. Her father, Gerard, has quite the story of his own, though it changes every time. Rich in his youth, - his favorite story being that he found an ancient tomb of artifacts which he sold on the blackmarket - later in his life he took on a exciting, but mellower lifestyle. With his wife, Genny, he sailed between Griffance and Equestria, trading goods and ferrying ponies and griffons alike from one place to another with their goods and families. On a sunny day on the salty seas, Gidgit was born. She was named after " Her mothers favorite term for that one piece of equipment that you can never find when you want it", which would in her life, define her personality. She spent her first few weeks of life aboard a crowded ship, being rocked to sleep by the sea and woken by the sound of the wind taking the sails. Her mother spent her time down in the hold, tinkering and crafting wild and crazy gizmos and gadgets, being covered in oil and grease. The crew and passengers of the ship would often sing and hum tunes that to this day she finds herself subconsciously humming.
She wasn't even toddling about the ship deck before they reached land. They traded with many small towns, their favorite being a small one just between Baltimare and Fillydelphia, where they had a few friends. Knowing that the sea was no real place to raise a child, Gerard and Genny decided to leave their little chickadee - their nickname for her - with their friends until she was older. It was then that Gidgit started school with ponies first. She was schooled by ponies - and occasionally picked on by them as well - and raised by ponies for the first six years of her life. On her sixth birthday her parents told her that if she wanted, she was now old enough to return to the boat and sail with them on their trips. Gidgit, of course, said yes. Their one condition was that when they arrived at the small town on the Equestrian side, she would stay there until they returned, the same for the Griffrancian side. She would spend about three weeks on either side, and and two weeks sailing. They didn't want their daughter living aboard a ship for the rest of her life.
Gidgits life for two years was that of constant movement and being unwantedly stationary. She learned many things about the world, being switched from a griffon school to a pony school every month or two. Occasionally a storm would delay her parents, causing the count on her calender to elongate and for her to panic. They would always arrive though, no matter what. Her mother and her would often get up extra early in the morning and talk about their dreams, sharing their dream journals. Genny had Gidgit keep her journals for her, wanting her to be able to share in her dreams, in the fantasies she dreamed of. About a year and a half ago, her parents dropped her off in the small town on the coast, their favorite little town, and found that their friends had moved away without warning. With their daughter nine years old, she could handle herself during the day, she would remember to eat lunch, but they couldn't leave her alone at all times. They took what they could get, and left her in the charge of the nurses and doctors of the hospital, knowing that at least if she hurt herself there would be plenty of bandaids. Gidgit - until someone decides to hang onto her - is currently being passed around the capable hooves of all the nursing staff. She keeps checking off days on her calender until her parents come back, though her life is busy enough that it is not engulfed by the counting on days. She still worries that her parents forgot or got into trouble, as they are nearly four months late, but she knows that her parents will come back for her. No matter what. No one really has the heart to tell her that their ship met harsh times at sea and sank against a Griffrancian reef.
Out Of Character
Name: You can call me Ampersand. Or Nicole. Whichever.
Roleplay Sample: In all of the days of all of his years, never before had these echoing steps up the worn stone incline been so difficult. Hooves ground against stone as each movement made him more aware of pains in his joints that hadn't been there even weeks before. The path swung wide and flat along the cliffside for the weary to sit and catch one's breath before taking the last steep curve up. A cloud of dust puffed off his thick fur when he sat down in a heavy heap. Early morning wind shuffled the feathers across his broad forehead.
"I don't remember getting this old... " exhaled the buffalo chief into the morning air, rubbing his hoof over his aching hip bone tenderly. This would be his last trip up the mountain, whether he wanted it to be or not. His old bones wouldn't be able to carry him up again, but he hoped they would at least carry him back down. Chuckling and shifting the strap of the beaded satchel slung over his shoulder, the chief cast his gaze down into the shadowed valley below, observing the still-slumbering village.
His father before him, and his father before him, had kept their tribes strictly nomadic, for as far back as Chief Longsight could recall. It was rare for any tribe of buffalo to stay in any place for long unless there was some great precedence for staying there. It was unheard of for a tribe to settle permanently, under any circumstances. But there they were, the ever growing rooted village in the shadow of a great mountain. Their numbers were finally starting to settle - the number of runaways from other tribes joining because they were curious had finally tapered off. The tribe’s novelty had run its course, and they could finally live their lives without a seemingly never-ending stream of curious young buffalo wanting to learn why this tribe of buffalo had plonked itself down in such a strange place.
The chieftain rose as he saw the sun dawning over a distant mesa, rickety knees protesting with a crack. The greying bison grunted before turning back to the path and gazing up at the cave opening above. The path seemed longer than it had in the past. Longsight chuckled to himself as he shuffled up the intimidating road, remembering a piece of advice he was given what seemed like a lifetime ago.
"’When you get to my age everything seems so much bigger than yourself,’" he quoted with humor in his black eyes as he rounded the last turn - which he thought had been much longer in the past. His heart made its presence known in his chest as he stared into the dark mouth of the cave that stood tall in front of him. His mind reeled back in time, searching out that long ago time when he was scared to enter this cave; while his hooves took knowing and steady steps forward into the dark before him.
[/quote]Roleplay Sample: In all of the days of all of his years, never before had these echoing steps up the worn stone incline been so difficult. Hooves ground against stone as each movement made him more aware of pains in his joints that hadn't been there even weeks before. The path swung wide and flat along the cliffside for the weary to sit and catch one's breath before taking the last steep curve up. A cloud of dust puffed off his thick fur when he sat down in a heavy heap. Early morning wind shuffled the feathers across his broad forehead.
"I don't remember getting this old... " exhaled the buffalo chief into the morning air, rubbing his hoof over his aching hip bone tenderly. This would be his last trip up the mountain, whether he wanted it to be or not. His old bones wouldn't be able to carry him up again, but he hoped they would at least carry him back down. Chuckling and shifting the strap of the beaded satchel slung over his shoulder, the chief cast his gaze down into the shadowed valley below, observing the still-slumbering village.
His father before him, and his father before him, had kept their tribes strictly nomadic, for as far back as Chief Longsight could recall. It was rare for any tribe of buffalo to stay in any place for long unless there was some great precedence for staying there. It was unheard of for a tribe to settle permanently, under any circumstances. But there they were, the ever growing rooted village in the shadow of a great mountain. Their numbers were finally starting to settle - the number of runaways from other tribes joining because they were curious had finally tapered off. The tribe’s novelty had run its course, and they could finally live their lives without a seemingly never-ending stream of curious young buffalo wanting to learn why this tribe of buffalo had plonked itself down in such a strange place.
The chieftain rose as he saw the sun dawning over a distant mesa, rickety knees protesting with a crack. The greying bison grunted before turning back to the path and gazing up at the cave opening above. The path seemed longer than it had in the past. Longsight chuckled to himself as he shuffled up the intimidating road, remembering a piece of advice he was given what seemed like a lifetime ago.
"’When you get to my age everything seems so much bigger than yourself,’" he quoted with humor in his black eyes as he rounded the last turn - which he thought had been much longer in the past. His heart made its presence known in his chest as he stared into the dark mouth of the cave that stood tall in front of him. His mind reeled back in time, searching out that long ago time when he was scared to enter this cave; while his hooves took knowing and steady steps forward into the dark before him.
[ The coding broke at some point in my editing, and I will fix it when it is not midnight. Otherwise pretty sure its done. ]
