Post by Spirit Weaver on Aug 27, 2014 20:19:21 GMT -5
Name:
Age: 19 (Based on human ages)
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Special Talent: Glyph Magic; explained in history
Career:Adventurer! Finds/sells artifacts from various places
Race: Unicorn
Age: 19 (Based on human ages)
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Special Talent: Glyph Magic; explained in history
Career:Adventurer! Finds/sells artifacts from various places
Race: Unicorn
Appearance
Height:5” 4’ (human dimensions)
Body Type: Shorter/thinner, carries surprising strength
Mane Color:Black with teal highlights
Eye Color: Golden
Coat color: Grey
Markings: N/A
Additional: Spirit always wears her golden and sapphire bracelet, she also typically sports a black satchel, and is also normally seen wearing a rather tattered blue cloak (not pictured)
General Appearance:Spirit Weaver is a rather short mare, sporting completely drab and dull colours. Greys, blacks, and blues. The only thing that seems to actually ‘pop’ about the unicorn would be her golden eyes, which have a way of appearing to look beyond what is normally seen by others. Her mane and tail are both straight and simple. No time for complex loops and curls in the world of an Adventurer, after all. Spirit holds herself surprisingly low, as if expecting ponies to berate her, seemingly attempting to fade into the background. However, when she is in ruins or temples, or the like, she changes that completely. When in her element, the mare holds herself high, her head no longer drooped; her eyes no longer at her hooves.
Body Type: Shorter/thinner, carries surprising strength
Mane Color:Black with teal highlights
Eye Color: Golden
Coat color: Grey
Markings: N/A
Additional: Spirit always wears her golden and sapphire bracelet, she also typically sports a black satchel, and is also normally seen wearing a rather tattered blue cloak (not pictured)
General Appearance:Spirit Weaver is a rather short mare, sporting completely drab and dull colours. Greys, blacks, and blues. The only thing that seems to actually ‘pop’ about the unicorn would be her golden eyes, which have a way of appearing to look beyond what is normally seen by others. Her mane and tail are both straight and simple. No time for complex loops and curls in the world of an Adventurer, after all. Spirit holds herself surprisingly low, as if expecting ponies to berate her, seemingly attempting to fade into the background. However, when she is in ruins or temples, or the like, she changes that completely. When in her element, the mare holds herself high, her head no longer drooped; her eyes no longer at her hooves.
Personality
Likes:Adventures, fresh foods, coffee, sunny weather, reading, writing, actually having pocket change, finding ponies that look past her ‘problem,’ to see the pony underneath.
Dislikes::Dried foods (she deals with them), being called a ‘Witch,’ finishing her books, being bored for too long, ponies reading her books and journals without permission, ponies that come off as 'too much' on the first meeting
Strengths: Loyal, Able to pick friends up when they’re feeling down, fantastic writer (even though most don’t get to see that), surprisingly strong for a small mare, strange ability to get out of things that should not be gotten out of, good ability to 'read' ponies to get a feel for them.
Weaknesses:a bit untrusting, hard headed, fancies herself invincible, reckless, will probably put others into very dangerous situations, often thinks it’s all in good fun when others are put into dangerous situations, near lack of common sense.
Fears:Lightning, being permanently ostracized, finding the one temple that will be the end of her (but that won't happen of course. Right?)
General Personality: Spirit Weaver is always wearing an emotional 'mask' while out in public. She feels like she is often an inadequate due to her 'problem' that she has been afflicted with. She is often alone and sad, but can near instantaneously change that, donning her 'mask' and looking, for all intents and purposes, like a normal, happy unicorn mare. This mask will only fall away when she wishes it, though that will only be around ponies she dares call a 'friend.' But, she highly doubts she'll get many of those. After all, who wants to be friends with the Witch?
But, anypony that could call themselves her friend can expect a pony that is fiercely loyal, to the point of putting her own life in danger for them. Granted, most of the times they need saving it's kind of her fault.
The mare's sense of fun could be called 'warped,' but that would be an understatement. After all, this is the pony that runs through places that are absolutely going to kill her one day, laughing all the while, thinking that it'll make a great story.
Surprisingly, she can be a very kind and gentle pony, even to strangers. Especially if they look like they are in need of some sort of emotional crutch. Mostly because she spent her life pleading for one, but never having one show up.
Dislikes::Dried foods (she deals with them), being called a ‘Witch,’ finishing her books, being bored for too long, ponies reading her books and journals without permission, ponies that come off as 'too much' on the first meeting
Strengths: Loyal, Able to pick friends up when they’re feeling down, fantastic writer (even though most don’t get to see that), surprisingly strong for a small mare, strange ability to get out of things that should not be gotten out of, good ability to 'read' ponies to get a feel for them.
Weaknesses:a bit untrusting, hard headed, fancies herself invincible, reckless, will probably put others into very dangerous situations, often thinks it’s all in good fun when others are put into dangerous situations, near lack of common sense.
Fears:Lightning, being permanently ostracized, finding the one temple that will be the end of her (but that won't happen of course. Right?)
General Personality: Spirit Weaver is always wearing an emotional 'mask' while out in public. She feels like she is often an inadequate due to her 'problem' that she has been afflicted with. She is often alone and sad, but can near instantaneously change that, donning her 'mask' and looking, for all intents and purposes, like a normal, happy unicorn mare. This mask will only fall away when she wishes it, though that will only be around ponies she dares call a 'friend.' But, she highly doubts she'll get many of those. After all, who wants to be friends with the Witch?
But, anypony that could call themselves her friend can expect a pony that is fiercely loyal, to the point of putting her own life in danger for them. Granted, most of the times they need saving it's kind of her fault.
The mare's sense of fun could be called 'warped,' but that would be an understatement. After all, this is the pony that runs through places that are absolutely going to kill her one day, laughing all the while, thinking that it'll make a great story.
Surprisingly, she can be a very kind and gentle pony, even to strangers. Especially if they look like they are in need of some sort of emotional crutch. Mostly because she spent her life pleading for one, but never having one show up.
History
Father: Unknown
Mother: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown[/b
Other: None, as of yet
History: Spirit’s life had quite a bad start. She doesn’t really talk about it too much, as it often feels like she’s pandering and begging for attention. But, she never knew of any family. She was orphaned practically at birth due to a defect that makes it impossible for her to cast magic as a normal unicorn would. Of course, it didn’t stop there, too. Word of how she was ‘different’ spread through the other children at the orphanage, and (as children often do) they all made her a target. Spirit was everything for them. Verbal punching bag, mostly. Thankfully, the Caretaker, Mr. Golden Heart, often took her side, and was the only reason things never got physical between the filly and the other children.
So, Spirit did the only thing a young child could. She fell to books, and learned how to avoid detection. Inside the books, nopony judged her for her defects. They didn’t care that she was picked on. They were too busy having adventures of their own. Spirit often longed to be able to go on adventures like them. To fight Demon Lords and save the world. It just sounded so great!
But, of course, she couldn’t. She was too busy pretending she didn’t exist. At home, and at school. She always just played it by ear, hoping nopony knew of her problem. But, once again, children found another thing to pick on her for. She was still blank flanked. She did what she could, though. Doing only well enough to not draw any sort of gazes too her. She wasn’t too good, nor was she too bad. In fact, she was often the baseline for all her classes.
After middle school, the still blank flanked teen opted out of going to high school, instead deciding to stay with the Caretaker and help him out as much as she could around the orphanage. By this point, she had basically given up all hope of being adopted. She was too old for anypony to want her now, after all.
She stayed around for another few years, until she was sixteen. At that point, she had come to an epiphany in the middle of the night. Honestly, it sounded much better in her head back then, but nowadays, she can only really boil it down to ‘screw this, I’m out.’
And, out she was. In the midst on the night, she ran away, hoping to find adventure and the like. And she did, in the midst of the Everfree (which she really did not know was the Everfree at the moment). A massive crystalline structure, awash with streams of magic and arcane runes stood before her. And, like the teenaged idiot she was, she had to play with it. She soon discovered that different runes and sigils could be used to create different spells. Though, they seemed to all be based around elemental affinities. Flame, ice, and the like.
But, she didn’t care. She was so ecstatic that she didn’t even realize that her cutie mark appeared on her flank. But, true to her past, things went awry. A couple of fillies and colts had come blundering into her little corner of the forest, right when she was crafting some great spell or another. Immediately, they cried ‘Witch’ and ran off. The word cut the mare deeply, and she tried to follow them into town, where she was shooed out by superstitious ponies
So, with a heavy heart, she left. She wandered the country for a while, exploring here and there, diving through ruins and caves, hoping that things would get better. They did, and ponies no longer saw her as a witch or omen, but she felt like she needed to get out and be somewhere else. Which is why she made her way to this little town, where she could hopefully craft a new view of herself.
Mother: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown[/b
Other: None, as of yet
History: Spirit’s life had quite a bad start. She doesn’t really talk about it too much, as it often feels like she’s pandering and begging for attention. But, she never knew of any family. She was orphaned practically at birth due to a defect that makes it impossible for her to cast magic as a normal unicorn would. Of course, it didn’t stop there, too. Word of how she was ‘different’ spread through the other children at the orphanage, and (as children often do) they all made her a target. Spirit was everything for them. Verbal punching bag, mostly. Thankfully, the Caretaker, Mr. Golden Heart, often took her side, and was the only reason things never got physical between the filly and the other children.
So, Spirit did the only thing a young child could. She fell to books, and learned how to avoid detection. Inside the books, nopony judged her for her defects. They didn’t care that she was picked on. They were too busy having adventures of their own. Spirit often longed to be able to go on adventures like them. To fight Demon Lords and save the world. It just sounded so great!
But, of course, she couldn’t. She was too busy pretending she didn’t exist. At home, and at school. She always just played it by ear, hoping nopony knew of her problem. But, once again, children found another thing to pick on her for. She was still blank flanked. She did what she could, though. Doing only well enough to not draw any sort of gazes too her. She wasn’t too good, nor was she too bad. In fact, she was often the baseline for all her classes.
After middle school, the still blank flanked teen opted out of going to high school, instead deciding to stay with the Caretaker and help him out as much as she could around the orphanage. By this point, she had basically given up all hope of being adopted. She was too old for anypony to want her now, after all.
She stayed around for another few years, until she was sixteen. At that point, she had come to an epiphany in the middle of the night. Honestly, it sounded much better in her head back then, but nowadays, she can only really boil it down to ‘screw this, I’m out.’
And, out she was. In the midst on the night, she ran away, hoping to find adventure and the like. And she did, in the midst of the Everfree (which she really did not know was the Everfree at the moment). A massive crystalline structure, awash with streams of magic and arcane runes stood before her. And, like the teenaged idiot she was, she had to play with it. She soon discovered that different runes and sigils could be used to create different spells. Though, they seemed to all be based around elemental affinities. Flame, ice, and the like.
But, she didn’t care. She was so ecstatic that she didn’t even realize that her cutie mark appeared on her flank. But, true to her past, things went awry. A couple of fillies and colts had come blundering into her little corner of the forest, right when she was crafting some great spell or another. Immediately, they cried ‘Witch’ and ran off. The word cut the mare deeply, and she tried to follow them into town, where she was shooed out by superstitious ponies
So, with a heavy heart, she left. She wandered the country for a while, exploring here and there, diving through ruins and caves, hoping that things would get better. They did, and ponies no longer saw her as a witch or omen, but she felt like she needed to get out and be somewhere else. Which is why she made her way to this little town, where she could hopefully craft a new view of herself.
Out Of Character
Name:Typically, my internet handle is ‘Parallel Wave’ but I’m really not picky. ‘Parallel,’ ‘Wave,’ or just my horse’s name will work, so long as I’m aware our conversation is out of character
Roleplay Sample:Spirit gazed upon the golden egg-shaped thing in front of her. This entire cave system was leading up to this point. But, she knew for a fact that it couldn’t be this easy. She faced Golems and traps galore, only to be looking at her prize sitting on a pedestal? Hell, the previous inhabitants may as well have given it to her on a silver platter! Tentatively, she walked towards it, and lifted a hoof, stopping just barely above the surface.
She was walking into a trap and she knew it. Sweat began to bead on her brow, as she imagined countless ways this could go wrong. Pitfalls underneath her, collapsing roofs, unleash of monsters, and many, many others. Taking a deep breath, she quickly swiped the golden idol into her bag, and braced for the worst.
The room about her shook, and dust fell from the ceiling. A slab across from the unicorn opened up from the wall. She expected something to leap from the now gaping maw of the wall. Her heart thudded in her chest. Everything pointed to a near inescapable death. However, nothing came from the hole. Peeking out from behind closed eyes, she mentally commanded the ever present light-orb flitting about her to go ahead and illuminate it.
Inside the place, was a pile of bones. It seemed like there was at one point a very, very big cat or dog inside the stone prison, but it had since faded away and died. A sad way to go, but Spirit couldn’t let that weigh her down.
She spun about on a hoof and began the long trek back to the surface. If only finding a buyer for something like this could be so easy.
//This is more of a setting-example, but it struck me as a good thing to write, at the moment. If you’d rather me make it something more roleplay-esque, I could pop one of those up, too.
Roleplay Sample:Spirit gazed upon the golden egg-shaped thing in front of her. This entire cave system was leading up to this point. But, she knew for a fact that it couldn’t be this easy. She faced Golems and traps galore, only to be looking at her prize sitting on a pedestal? Hell, the previous inhabitants may as well have given it to her on a silver platter! Tentatively, she walked towards it, and lifted a hoof, stopping just barely above the surface.
She was walking into a trap and she knew it. Sweat began to bead on her brow, as she imagined countless ways this could go wrong. Pitfalls underneath her, collapsing roofs, unleash of monsters, and many, many others. Taking a deep breath, she quickly swiped the golden idol into her bag, and braced for the worst.
The room about her shook, and dust fell from the ceiling. A slab across from the unicorn opened up from the wall. She expected something to leap from the now gaping maw of the wall. Her heart thudded in her chest. Everything pointed to a near inescapable death. However, nothing came from the hole. Peeking out from behind closed eyes, she mentally commanded the ever present light-orb flitting about her to go ahead and illuminate it.
Inside the place, was a pile of bones. It seemed like there was at one point a very, very big cat or dog inside the stone prison, but it had since faded away and died. A sad way to go, but Spirit couldn’t let that weigh her down.
She spun about on a hoof and began the long trek back to the surface. If only finding a buyer for something like this could be so easy.
//This is more of a setting-example, but it struck me as a good thing to write, at the moment. If you’d rather me make it something more roleplay-esque, I could pop one of those up, too.
