Post by Sugar Sweet on Aug 28, 2014 15:17:21 GMT -5
Name: Sugar Sweet
Age: 26 (Based on human ages)
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Not entirely certain herself, she hasn't explored her sexuality
Special Talent: Engineering
Career: Make and sell small trinket machines, and sells scrap metal/machine pieces out of her home/shed/workshop (Her basement)
Race: Earth Pony
Age: 26 (Based on human ages)
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Not entirely certain herself, she hasn't explored her sexuality
Special Talent: Engineering
Career: Make and sell small trinket machines, and sells scrap metal/machine pieces out of her home/shed/workshop (Her basement)
Race: Earth Pony
Appearance
Height: Average height
Body Type: Average, a little malnourished but not much
Mane Color: Cinnamon, but dyed Electric blue quite often
Eye Color: heterochromia; One brown, the other blue
Coat color: Rusty Orange
Markings:Other than the occasional smudge of grease, none
Additional:Mane occasionally stands on end when she's working with high voltages
General Appearance: Sugar Sweet is an average sized sort of mare, with Rusty orange coat and frequently dyed mane, from cinnamon to Electric Blue. Heterochromia gifts her incredibly expressive eyes with one blue and one brown eye that twinkle with almost childlike delight whenever she works upon her personal projects, which she insists will one day see her become famous in Equestria. Sometimes her fetlocks are singed, and occasionally she has grease smudges in her coat, and her mane and tail aren't very well kept, just sort of flopping down whenever it's not charged with electricity.
Body Type: Average, a little malnourished but not much
Mane Color: Cinnamon, but dyed Electric blue quite often
Eye Color: heterochromia; One brown, the other blue
Coat color: Rusty Orange
Markings:Other than the occasional smudge of grease, none
Additional:Mane occasionally stands on end when she's working with high voltages
General Appearance: Sugar Sweet is an average sized sort of mare, with Rusty orange coat and frequently dyed mane, from cinnamon to Electric Blue. Heterochromia gifts her incredibly expressive eyes with one blue and one brown eye that twinkle with almost childlike delight whenever she works upon her personal projects, which she insists will one day see her become famous in Equestria. Sometimes her fetlocks are singed, and occasionally she has grease smudges in her coat, and her mane and tail aren't very well kept, just sort of flopping down whenever it's not charged with electricity.
Personality
Quiet most times, Sugar's mind tends to work with the energy levels stuck on overdrive, so she often doesn't hear what someone else is saying the first time they try to speak to her. Though a little bit mad in her experiments, she really does mean well with her inventions, but oftentimes they don't pan out quite right. Introversion also gives way to manic depression, which can take hold at almost any second, often making her dive into her projects with reckless abandon giving nary a thought nor care to her own health. If conversation is sparked up on a topic she's knowledgeable or curious about, she seems to forget her introverted outlook, and can be difficult to stop, her jaw and mind both working at a million miles a minute, just to explain the smallest of details.
Likes: Machines, Double shot black coffee, Machines, neon lights, Machines, junkyards, Machines, Engines, Machines, Magical theory and application in terms of Techno-magical advancement
Dislikes: Crumpets, Nosy Ponies, Thieves and the media
Strengths: High IQ, Mechanically inclined, Incredible work ethic
Weaknesses: Obsessions with projects, Forced Insomnia, Borderline Zealot-like devotion to any work
Fears: Zombies (They are too real!), Losing her tools, moving back in with her parents
General Personality:
Sugar Sweet is a bit of a ticking time bomb, but not in an angry way. Moreso that, if left stewing for too long, she could burst forth on a tirade of theoretical equations and concepts that could leave less informed ponies behind in a cloud of metaphorical dust. She's also humble, taking to heart the idea that 'everypony is a genius in their own right', and that not everypony has found their field of expertise yet. Her high IQ is what got her kicked out of her home, in fact, when she corrected her father's equations and he pitched a fit, being the childish stallion he is, so she doesn't like flaunting it intentionally. Her devotion to any job she's given can be a boon, but it's also a potential weakness, given that she gives her all to absolutely everything, to get the job done either right, or to make it better than it was or could have been, to the point where she will literally keep herself up and avoid sleep any way she can to finish in good time. She doesn't really talk much, but when she does you'd best find a seat, because chances are you've hit a topic she likes, and she'll go on for a long time, seemingly without taking a breath. That is if you haven't caught her on a bad day, in which case you probably won't see her anyway. If she spends all day in the workshop, and the little junkyard in her first floor is locked up, chances are she's hit a low patch, and is depressed about something or other. She doesn't like to talk at all during those times.
She's also not sure of her sexuality. She deems it unimportant, and decided she didn't have the time for that.
Dislikes: Crumpets, Nosy Ponies, Thieves and the media
Strengths: High IQ, Mechanically inclined, Incredible work ethic
Weaknesses: Obsessions with projects, Forced Insomnia, Borderline Zealot-like devotion to any work
Fears: Zombies (They are too real!), Losing her tools, moving back in with her parents
General Personality:
Sugar Sweet is a bit of a ticking time bomb, but not in an angry way. Moreso that, if left stewing for too long, she could burst forth on a tirade of theoretical equations and concepts that could leave less informed ponies behind in a cloud of metaphorical dust. She's also humble, taking to heart the idea that 'everypony is a genius in their own right', and that not everypony has found their field of expertise yet. Her high IQ is what got her kicked out of her home, in fact, when she corrected her father's equations and he pitched a fit, being the childish stallion he is, so she doesn't like flaunting it intentionally. Her devotion to any job she's given can be a boon, but it's also a potential weakness, given that she gives her all to absolutely everything, to get the job done either right, or to make it better than it was or could have been, to the point where she will literally keep herself up and avoid sleep any way she can to finish in good time. She doesn't really talk much, but when she does you'd best find a seat, because chances are you've hit a topic she likes, and she'll go on for a long time, seemingly without taking a breath. That is if you haven't caught her on a bad day, in which case you probably won't see her anyway. If she spends all day in the workshop, and the little junkyard in her first floor is locked up, chances are she's hit a low patch, and is depressed about something or other. She doesn't like to talk at all during those times.
She's also not sure of her sexuality. She deems it unimportant, and decided she didn't have the time for that.
History
Saying that she was teased in school would be a monumental understatement. Sugar Sweet was not like her parents, or the other students. As an earth pony, one was meant to learn how to keep the land, or weave magic with your hooves, be it in matters of baking, cooking in general, music making or so on. Instead, Sugar was fascinated by the world of Magic and the relatively untouched concept of technology, and the potential it could unlock. So most of her days were spent reading textbooks far beyond her age group, much to the chagrin of her teacher. She learned complex mathematics before she reached high school, and was tinkering with her old toys and various pieces of furniture (Much to her mother's horror) by the time she was in grade ten.
But this lifestyle had drawbacks. Her social life suffered horrendously, and friends were a rare commodity. She took solace in her books and work, scoring high marks in advanced mathematics, engineering and magical theory. Her father, a lecturer at a university in her home town, taught advanced mathematics and chemistry. When he tried to teach her, however, she practically ran circles around him, and one correction too many saw him eject her from his home to find her own way, deciding that if she was smart enough to correct him, she'd be fine on her own, mostly as he was yelling his head off. She'd packed her bags, and simply left, until arriving in a small town where she worked odd jobs till she had enough to buy a home, where she now lived, living space upstairs, scrap shop downstairs, and workshop in the basement.
Father: Omega Function, 54, University lecturer (Advanced mathematics & Chem), Doesn't like being corrected, almost to the obsessive degree his daughter takes her projects.
Mother: Sugar Resin, 50, Baker/Sweets maker, No matter how she tries, she can't keep up with either her husband, or her daughter. But then, she cooks better than either of them, and they're both hopeless at that.
Siblings: N/A
Other: She had a pet once. It made a web in the corner of her workshop. She accidentally vaporised it. Poor Legs.
History: Didn't I already do this? Oh well, see above. As for her cutie mark, she was a late bloomer, and figured it out after making a working rocking horse out of one of the old tables in her mother's bakery. Her mother hadn't been pleased. Nor had her father, for that matter. She used to wonder why, but decided it was unimportant now.
Mother: Sugar Resin, 50, Baker/Sweets maker, No matter how she tries, she can't keep up with either her husband, or her daughter. But then, she cooks better than either of them, and they're both hopeless at that.
Siblings: N/A
Other: She had a pet once. It made a web in the corner of her workshop. She accidentally vaporised it. Poor Legs.
History: Didn't I already do this? Oh well, see above. As for her cutie mark, she was a late bloomer, and figured it out after making a working rocking horse out of one of the old tables in her mother's bakery. Her mother hadn't been pleased. Nor had her father, for that matter. She used to wonder why, but decided it was unimportant now.
Out Of Character
Name: Heya guys, Valorousspectre here, mod of Arcsjournal and writer of several (mediocre) stories on fimfiction. Hopefully we can have some fun yes? You can call me whatever really. I've been called Val, Spectre, the whole thing, or you can call me Primus. That works too.
Roleplay Sample:
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"So, I was thinking that, in theory, and this is all planned out by the way, that by fusing the raw power of teleportation magic which, as you know, uses magic to destabilise and break down the molecular structure of the pony or target in question and move them up to an almost infinite amount of distance away from their original position, with the ultra precise data collection and storage of machinery, I could, and this is all theoretical mind, create a device that could break down, analyze and then save the 'data' of an object for recreation! So, basically, I'd be manipulating the matter and the material plane and space time combined with the use of a quantam detangulation transporter of my own design to store the reality session of an item within the data storage unit, which by the way will have to be several hundred terabytes big, so that I can reinitialise the integration of the individual particles from the storage unit back into this plane of existence using an amalgamation of both Thaumatic and Mechanical energies and devices!"
Sugar looked down at the small pile of ashes before her in the corner of her workshop, cocking her head for a moment.
"Well yes, obviously safety is an issue!" She explained patiently, "There's a chance that, and only if I mess it up, I get the formulae wrong or the math wrong on the mechanised units or if the spells are off by even the tiniest hexadecimal of an energy unit that things could explode... or be disintegrated, or be reintegrated repeatedly until their molecular structure can no longer sustain their own weight in the universe and potentially implode on a submolecular level which, potentially, could cause problems on a subatomic level if left unchecked... but it's still viable! I just have to be careful!"
The pile of ashes said nothing. Sugar smiled brightly at them.
"Great! I knew you'd see it my way Legs~"
Sugar looked down at the small pile of ashes before her in the corner of her workshop, cocking her head for a moment.
"Well yes, obviously safety is an issue!" She explained patiently, "There's a chance that, and only if I mess it up, I get the formulae wrong or the math wrong on the mechanised units or if the spells are off by even the tiniest hexadecimal of an energy unit that things could explode... or be disintegrated, or be reintegrated repeatedly until their molecular structure can no longer sustain their own weight in the universe and potentially implode on a submolecular level which, potentially, could cause problems on a subatomic level if left unchecked... but it's still viable! I just have to be careful!"
The pile of ashes said nothing. Sugar smiled brightly at them.
"Great! I knew you'd see it my way Legs~"
