Post by Saline-Base on Sept 11, 2014 6:55:58 GMT -5
Name: Saline Base.
Age: 26
Gender: Stallion
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Special Talent: Herbology
Career: Homeopathy; ie, ointments, mixes, teas, etc.
Race: Zebra
Age: 26
Gender: Stallion
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Special Talent: Herbology
Career: Homeopathy; ie, ointments, mixes, teas, etc.
Race: Zebra
Appearance
Height: A head and neck taller than the average pony.
Body Type: Burly and lean.
Mane Color: Striped, Black and White.
Eye Color: Light Blue.
Coat color: Striped, black and white.
Markings: ...His own stripes.
Additional: An old, old cape made from a potato sack.
General Appearance: Saline Base is a rather tall zebra, towering above most by a neck and head. His mohawk styled mane, four inches tall, equally gives him a boost. His tail is almost spade-like, the tail's bristles giving it the distinct look. His hooves are scratched and beat up from recent years with no chance to see somepony to clean them up, other than himself to remove thorns. Most ponies never see his cute mark, which is a large, black, basal leaf. A very large, old cape is wrapped around him, serving as protection from the sun, rain, snow, anything; it's very old, with fibers and strings falling out once in a while, giving him a threadbare appearance.
Body Type: Burly and lean.
Mane Color: Striped, Black and White.
Eye Color: Light Blue.
Coat color: Striped, black and white.
Markings: ...His own stripes.
Additional: An old, old cape made from a potato sack.
General Appearance: Saline Base is a rather tall zebra, towering above most by a neck and head. His mohawk styled mane, four inches tall, equally gives him a boost. His tail is almost spade-like, the tail's bristles giving it the distinct look. His hooves are scratched and beat up from recent years with no chance to see somepony to clean them up, other than himself to remove thorns. Most ponies never see his cute mark, which is a large, black, basal leaf. A very large, old cape is wrapped around him, serving as protection from the sun, rain, snow, anything; it's very old, with fibers and strings falling out once in a while, giving him a threadbare appearance.
Personality
Likes: Others in his field of work, ponies that respect his race, cherries, ponies as tall as him (if any exist), fish oil.
Dislikes: Poppies, The Ocean, thorns, unicorns who like jabbing others with their horn, ponies making fun of his rhyming, being reminded of his mother.
Strengths: Tall and strong, knows much about herbs and their practical and impractical uses.
Weaknesses: He must rhyme every time when he speaks, submissive, sensitive about his mother.
Fears: Winged insects, running out of fish oil.
General Personality: Saline Base is, at best, forgiving and very tolerant. However, in reality, he's very submissive, and easy to command, unlike others his stature. Others view him as the exact opposite, usually to the point of hyperbole. A mix of fearing stereotypes, self-consciousness and general paranoia makes him so submissive, though he sees it as an advantage. He sees others as equals, usually bowing his head or shaking hooves. Only his personal dislikes and very aggressive/arrogant ponies can truly set him off, and he's typically one to yell in am incredibly loud tone.
Dislikes: Poppies, The Ocean, thorns, unicorns who like jabbing others with their horn, ponies making fun of his rhyming, being reminded of his mother.
Strengths: Tall and strong, knows much about herbs and their practical and impractical uses.
Weaknesses: He must rhyme every time when he speaks, submissive, sensitive about his mother.
Fears: Winged insects, running out of fish oil.
General Personality: Saline Base is, at best, forgiving and very tolerant. However, in reality, he's very submissive, and easy to command, unlike others his stature. Others view him as the exact opposite, usually to the point of hyperbole. A mix of fearing stereotypes, self-consciousness and general paranoia makes him so submissive, though he sees it as an advantage. He sees others as equals, usually bowing his head or shaking hooves. Only his personal dislikes and very aggressive/arrogant ponies can truly set him off, and he's typically one to yell in am incredibly loud tone.
History
Father: Apothecary, 46, disciplinary, yet equally loving, a master of the tribal magics, but soon retired because of his health.
Mother: Horticulture, 43, somewhat detached from her children, always loved her garden, and taught Saline from the ground up.
Siblings: Morphine, 22, sister, nurse. Loves to tease Saline if/when she's around, calls him often.
Other: None.
History: Saline was born and reared by two zebras, Apothecary, and Horticulture, in the land of Zebras. He was born a year after their marriage, and a few months of trying to conceive a foal. When he was born, he was originally showered with love as a only foal; when his sister was born, however, their mother sort of detached from them slowly, although she kept it well hidden. Saline's talent was found with his mother's garden, where he loved to stay, experiment, and learn.Under the watchful eye of his mother, he grew into his mother's fame. His sister was mostly loved by Apothecary, almost taking sides in the home they grew up in. However, not all was well.
One day, Horticulture left suddenly for months, leaving Saline to tend the garden, grow crops for his family, and continue his work. One day, with a flash of light, he gained his cutie mark; but only after growing the most fragile tree known to him, The Glassy Birch. However, once it was grown, divinators from the town gathered together, and looked at the tree, and what they saw horrified them. The cracks where in such a way, that foretold dark omens, and with that, Saline had to leave, for he carried the omen. His family stuck with him, and once they immigrated out and to Equestria, Saline went off to find work, and send money to his family weekly. He then found the city, and saw opportunity. Moving in, he prepares himself for his new life, and new friends and challenges.
Mother: Horticulture, 43, somewhat detached from her children, always loved her garden, and taught Saline from the ground up.
Siblings: Morphine, 22, sister, nurse. Loves to tease Saline if/when she's around, calls him often.
Other: None.
History: Saline was born and reared by two zebras, Apothecary, and Horticulture, in the land of Zebras. He was born a year after their marriage, and a few months of trying to conceive a foal. When he was born, he was originally showered with love as a only foal; when his sister was born, however, their mother sort of detached from them slowly, although she kept it well hidden. Saline's talent was found with his mother's garden, where he loved to stay, experiment, and learn.Under the watchful eye of his mother, he grew into his mother's fame. His sister was mostly loved by Apothecary, almost taking sides in the home they grew up in. However, not all was well.
One day, Horticulture left suddenly for months, leaving Saline to tend the garden, grow crops for his family, and continue his work. One day, with a flash of light, he gained his cutie mark; but only after growing the most fragile tree known to him, The Glassy Birch. However, once it was grown, divinators from the town gathered together, and looked at the tree, and what they saw horrified them. The cracks where in such a way, that foretold dark omens, and with that, Saline had to leave, for he carried the omen. His family stuck with him, and once they immigrated out and to Equestria, Saline went off to find work, and send money to his family weekly. He then found the city, and saw opportunity. Moving in, he prepares himself for his new life, and new friends and challenges.
Out Of Character
Name: Saline, Yung Zebra, Z, and Stripes would do well.
Roleplay Sample: Saline stands at the door of his new home, with two bags by his sides. Taking a deep breath, and a small whisper, "May my time be well, and truths shown to tell." He turns the key in the doorknob, and opens it, being buffeted by the house's new smell. Stepping in, he sees the wooden floor, quickly transitioning to carpet as he steps in. He looks around the bare room, noting the doorway to his left, and the hall down his middle. Trotting in, with bags in tow, he enters the main room, smiling at the sight of such a large room, he places his bags down, and stretches, "Ah, the travel was difficult and gruff, but, I must be strong, and tough!" With that, he opens his bags, revealing his pride and joy, his cloak. He quickly takes it out, wrapping it around his back, feeling it glide across his back, and into it's usual position. He cranes his neck to button his cloak in, and straightens his neck, grinning at the feeling of his cloak. He goes to unpack, thinking plans on where to look, and what to look for in the city.
He is trotting down the road, passing through ponies with ease, as he can easily see above the crowd with his height. He doesn't notice the looks and stares from other ponies at first, but looking down, he sees a small foal staring up to him, in utter awe. "Wow, how did you get so tall?" The foal asks, Saline looking equally confused, "How did ponies become so small, I thought I was not going to be so tall!" He responds, but his mother quickly grabs away the foal, their mother saying something about how 'she shouldn't talk to strange ponies like him.' Saline blinks at the comment, looking down to himself, he realizes how much he sticks out. He increases his pace, a small blush on cheeks, before he runs straight into a mare, toppling her and her shopping bags over, with Saline skidding to a halt, "Look where you're going, freak!" She yells, picking up her bags, and trotting away, knocking into his side on purpose. Saline sighs, looking down as he trots to his destination, now weary of his own being, and others.
[/quote]Roleplay Sample: Saline stands at the door of his new home, with two bags by his sides. Taking a deep breath, and a small whisper, "May my time be well, and truths shown to tell." He turns the key in the doorknob, and opens it, being buffeted by the house's new smell. Stepping in, he sees the wooden floor, quickly transitioning to carpet as he steps in. He looks around the bare room, noting the doorway to his left, and the hall down his middle. Trotting in, with bags in tow, he enters the main room, smiling at the sight of such a large room, he places his bags down, and stretches, "Ah, the travel was difficult and gruff, but, I must be strong, and tough!" With that, he opens his bags, revealing his pride and joy, his cloak. He quickly takes it out, wrapping it around his back, feeling it glide across his back, and into it's usual position. He cranes his neck to button his cloak in, and straightens his neck, grinning at the feeling of his cloak. He goes to unpack, thinking plans on where to look, and what to look for in the city.
He is trotting down the road, passing through ponies with ease, as he can easily see above the crowd with his height. He doesn't notice the looks and stares from other ponies at first, but looking down, he sees a small foal staring up to him, in utter awe. "Wow, how did you get so tall?" The foal asks, Saline looking equally confused, "How did ponies become so small, I thought I was not going to be so tall!" He responds, but his mother quickly grabs away the foal, their mother saying something about how 'she shouldn't talk to strange ponies like him.' Saline blinks at the comment, looking down to himself, he realizes how much he sticks out. He increases his pace, a small blush on cheeks, before he runs straight into a mare, toppling her and her shopping bags over, with Saline skidding to a halt, "Look where you're going, freak!" She yells, picking up her bags, and trotting away, knocking into his side on purpose. Saline sighs, looking down as he trots to his destination, now weary of his own being, and others.
