Post by Shifting Sands on Aug 30, 2014 23:53:12 GMT -5
(The first image is an older reference of him, but the one whose style I prefer. Second image for vague color reference--it's way way way too pink, but it will give you an idea, anyway...)
Name: Shifting Sands
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Special Talent: Pathfinder--able to navigate areas
both known and unknown with relative ease, as well as
keeping mental maps of said places at all times.
Career: Traveling merchant, a peddler of fine
cloth, spices, and other exotic delicacies.
Race: Earth Pony
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Special Talent: Pathfinder--able to navigate areas
both known and unknown with relative ease, as well as
keeping mental maps of said places at all times.
Career: Traveling merchant, a peddler of fine
cloth, spices, and other exotic delicacies.
Race: Earth Pony
Appearance
Height:
Body Type: Well-built with lean muscle
Mane Color: black cherry with white-pink accents
Eye Color: violet
Coat color: burgundy chesnut
Markings: long white blaze
Additional: More often than not, draped in dark
purple and blue lengths of cloth. He is easily marked as a
desert dweller.
General Appearance: Standing somewhat larger
than most ponies, it's apparent that there's a good deal of
true horse in this stallion's bloodline. A dark, sleek coat
covers a strong figure, while long, lean legs built for
running carry him along in an elegant gait. His nearly
black mane and tail hang long, not cut short as many
stallions prefer, the hair slightly waved. Streaks of pale
pink, nearly white, break up the dark masses of hair, even
streaking the uncommon facial hair framing his jaw.
Noticeable brows rest over each violet eye, jewel-like
gaze visible behind side-parted mane on one side, and
three thin, distinct braids on the other. A white blaze
definitively divides his face, reaching from forehead to
nose in a perfectly white trail. While most go uncovered,
he prefers to wear robes of a sort; endlessly long swaths
of dyed linen wrap around his neck and back in a
colorful mess, keeping that smell of frankincense
lingering. At times, he's also seen with a long, thin
smoking pipe in his teeth.
Body Type: Well-built with lean muscle
Mane Color: black cherry with white-pink accents
Eye Color: violet
Coat color: burgundy chesnut
Markings: long white blaze
Additional: More often than not, draped in dark
purple and blue lengths of cloth. He is easily marked as a
desert dweller.
General Appearance: Standing somewhat larger
than most ponies, it's apparent that there's a good deal of
true horse in this stallion's bloodline. A dark, sleek coat
covers a strong figure, while long, lean legs built for
running carry him along in an elegant gait. His nearly
black mane and tail hang long, not cut short as many
stallions prefer, the hair slightly waved. Streaks of pale
pink, nearly white, break up the dark masses of hair, even
streaking the uncommon facial hair framing his jaw.
Noticeable brows rest over each violet eye, jewel-like
gaze visible behind side-parted mane on one side, and
three thin, distinct braids on the other. A white blaze
definitively divides his face, reaching from forehead to
nose in a perfectly white trail. While most go uncovered,
he prefers to wear robes of a sort; endlessly long swaths
of dyed linen wrap around his neck and back in a
colorful mess, keeping that smell of frankincense
lingering. At times, he's also seen with a long, thin
smoking pipe in his teeth.
Personality
Likes:
Fabric/dyes, things pertaining to his trade
Regionally familiar food
Stories/Storytelling
Dislikes:
Bad behavior
The ocean, or other exceptionally large bodies of water
Polyester
Strengths:
Born leader
Wilderness survivor, if need be
Tailoring--he's got a mean backstitch, for an Earth Pony
Shrewd seller
Intuitive
Weaknesses:
Long-suffering--tolerates more than he probably should,
only applies to ponies he's close to.
Old-fashioned
Withdrawn
Vulnerable
Old Man complex
Fears:
Close personal loss
Being stranded on the ocean
General Personality: Sands is a fairly genial pony
once he gets talking, though getting him there takes some
coaxing. Despite being a merchant, his wares tend to sell
themselves; thus, he's actually rather shy and reserved
when it comes to conversations unrelated to thread and
cloth. The stallion himself is deep as the blue sky,
intelligent and thoughtful, and compassionate to the
suffering of others. More than once he's given a bolt of
cloth to another cold traveler, or bits for his night's stay
to a beggar. In the face, he actually looks older than he
truly is...the beard and the pipe don't help either, but he
doesn'tlook to be changing his ways anytime soon. He's a
steadfast companion to those he takes a shine to, and
doesn't easily forgive when he's been wronged (unless he
sees it as his own fault).
Fabric/dyes, things pertaining to his trade
Regionally familiar food
Stories/Storytelling
Dislikes:
Bad behavior
The ocean, or other exceptionally large bodies of water
Polyester
Strengths:
Born leader
Wilderness survivor, if need be
Tailoring--he's got a mean backstitch, for an Earth Pony
Shrewd seller
Intuitive
Weaknesses:
Long-suffering--tolerates more than he probably should,
only applies to ponies he's close to.
Old-fashioned
Withdrawn
Vulnerable
Old Man complex
Fears:
Close personal loss
Being stranded on the ocean
General Personality: Sands is a fairly genial pony
once he gets talking, though getting him there takes some
coaxing. Despite being a merchant, his wares tend to sell
themselves; thus, he's actually rather shy and reserved
when it comes to conversations unrelated to thread and
cloth. The stallion himself is deep as the blue sky,
intelligent and thoughtful, and compassionate to the
suffering of others. More than once he's given a bolt of
cloth to another cold traveler, or bits for his night's stay
to a beggar. In the face, he actually looks older than he
truly is...the beard and the pipe don't help either, but he
doesn'tlook to be changing his ways anytime soon. He's a
steadfast companion to those he takes a shine to, and
doesn't easily forgive when he's been wronged (unless he
sees it as his own fault).
History
Father:
Golden Sickle
Lead stallion of their herd, he leads them all safely from
oasis to oasis. Sands takes a lot after his father.
Mother:
Green Bough
Lead mare of the herd, she works together with Golden
Sickle to keep things running smoothly for everypony.
Siblings: none
Other: Shifting Sands has met many interesting
people in his travels, and once he warms up to somepony,
he'd likely be willing to share some of these tales.
History: Born to a nomadic herd in the deep
desert, Shifting Sands was groomed from foalhood to
take his father's place. He took well to the rigors of
leadership, from diplomacy to defense, and guidance,
where he excelled. His personal mark, a sun over dunes,
was gained from a particularly difficult trial for his
people. With his uncanny intuition, Sands was able to
lead them out of a massive sandstorm and into a rocky
shelter they had passed by months before.
As he grew older, Sands felt pulled toward the horizon.
What lay beyond the golden sea? he wondered.
Were they the only people in the whole world? His
parents weren't blind to such musings, and when he was
considered an adult, they gave him his choices. He could
stay with them and the herd, where he would eventually
become the leader and never see the world...or use the
time until then as his pilgrimage, satisfying his hunger
while he was still young, and returning to his duties upon
his father's death. He chose the latter, promising to return
long before that time, and set his sights upon the edge of
the world.
Golden Sickle
Lead stallion of their herd, he leads them all safely from
oasis to oasis. Sands takes a lot after his father.
Mother:
Green Bough
Lead mare of the herd, she works together with Golden
Sickle to keep things running smoothly for everypony.
Siblings: none
Other: Shifting Sands has met many interesting
people in his travels, and once he warms up to somepony,
he'd likely be willing to share some of these tales.
History: Born to a nomadic herd in the deep
desert, Shifting Sands was groomed from foalhood to
take his father's place. He took well to the rigors of
leadership, from diplomacy to defense, and guidance,
where he excelled. His personal mark, a sun over dunes,
was gained from a particularly difficult trial for his
people. With his uncanny intuition, Sands was able to
lead them out of a massive sandstorm and into a rocky
shelter they had passed by months before.
As he grew older, Sands felt pulled toward the horizon.
What lay beyond the golden sea? he wondered.
Were they the only people in the whole world? His
parents weren't blind to such musings, and when he was
considered an adult, they gave him his choices. He could
stay with them and the herd, where he would eventually
become the leader and never see the world...or use the
time until then as his pilgrimage, satisfying his hunger
while he was still young, and returning to his duties upon
his father's death. He chose the latter, promising to return
long before that time, and set his sights upon the edge of
the world.
Out
Of Character
Of Character
Name: I sign
all my pictures as 'Khitzu', but prefer to be called 'Kila'.
Roleplay Sample: With the sun dipping behind the
mountains, Shifting Sands decided to call it a night. He
shivered slightly in the unfamiliar chill, focusing his
energy and efforts on setting up his camp for the night. It
was a small, ridiculously modest affair; in truth, all he
ended up doing was starting a fire. Soon enough he had a
roaring blaze, sprung up from that tiny spark, and he lay
near to it as he dared. Eyes half-closed, he recalled
images of home. Dunes rolled far as the eye could see,
barren save for the palms nearby. It was almost silent
aside from the fronds rustling, and the soft snores of the
herd. Occasional breezes sent ripples across the crystal
surface of the oasis, breaking up the reflected image of
the stars overhead.
Sands opened his eyes, looking upward.
It wasn't the same, those stars. Here in the forest and
mountains it was beautiful, to be sure, but it wasn't quite
right. Many would marvel at that spread of the heavens,
the tiny lights twinkling so far away. But only he knew
what they could really be. It was only when the trees,
rocks, wildlife, everything, was stripped away that you
could see the heavens in their full glory and splendor. He
closed his eyes to remembered stars, a smile on his lips.
Maybe somewhere, his little fire was part of someone
else's starry sky.
all my pictures as 'Khitzu', but prefer to be called 'Kila'.
Roleplay Sample: With the sun dipping behind the
mountains, Shifting Sands decided to call it a night. He
shivered slightly in the unfamiliar chill, focusing his
energy and efforts on setting up his camp for the night. It
was a small, ridiculously modest affair; in truth, all he
ended up doing was starting a fire. Soon enough he had a
roaring blaze, sprung up from that tiny spark, and he lay
near to it as he dared. Eyes half-closed, he recalled
images of home. Dunes rolled far as the eye could see,
barren save for the palms nearby. It was almost silent
aside from the fronds rustling, and the soft snores of the
herd. Occasional breezes sent ripples across the crystal
surface of the oasis, breaking up the reflected image of
the stars overhead.
Sands opened his eyes, looking upward.
It wasn't the same, those stars. Here in the forest and
mountains it was beautiful, to be sure, but it wasn't quite
right. Many would marvel at that spread of the heavens,
the tiny lights twinkling so far away. But only he knew
what they could really be. It was only when the trees,
rocks, wildlife, everything, was stripped away that you
could see the heavens in their full glory and splendor. He
closed his eyes to remembered stars, a smile on his lips.
Maybe somewhere, his little fire was part of someone
else's starry sky.
