Post by Spectre on Oct 3, 2014 23:10:19 GMT -5
Name: Mister Spectre or just Spectre
Age: (Based on human ages) 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Special Talent: His cutie mark represents his strength and flexibility in regards to acrobatics, aerial-acrobatics, dancing, and occasionally, fighting.
Career: Spectre, having no real place in any sort of team based profession, normally works as a Security Pony or Mercenary for privately funded organizations.
Race: Pegasus. Thank the almighty Admin for no Alicorns!
Age: (Based on human ages) 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Special Talent: His cutie mark represents his strength and flexibility in regards to acrobatics, aerial-acrobatics, dancing, and occasionally, fighting.
Career: Spectre, having no real place in any sort of team based profession, normally works as a Security Pony or Mercenary for privately funded organizations.
Race: Pegasus. Thank the almighty Admin for no Alicorns!
Appearance
Height:4'11" or 150 cm
Body Type: Above average height and build, he's quite toned and agile. It's as if he was built for combat.
Mane Color: Red with a single black stripe down the center; his tail being reversed, black with a red stripe down the center.
Eye Color: His eyes are white, his Irises are a vibrant red; his pupils are a natural black, as per normal.
Coat color: He's got a sleek grey coat, some portions being light and darker than others.
Markings: There is no significant marking upon him apart from his cutie mark, it being a Quill, commonly being mistaken for a feather.
Additional: Occasionally, Spectre will wear flight goggles, a long brown coat, a dress vest, or a facemask/bandana. Upon his hooves rest his coat, only darked to a ashy grey, as opposed to his coats natural sleek grey.
General Appearance: Being one of simple tastes, Spectre rarely takes care of his own appearance. His coat, mane and tail remain messy, permanently stricken with what could be considered bedhead. His tail holds many knots, only ever cut if it breaches the length of his own hooves. His mane is kept at a ruggedly short and trimmed length, insuring that it stays out of his eyes. His coat is rarely brushed, always feeling crisp and rough to the touch, regardless of dampness. Basic hygiene taken into consideration, Spectre's breath and body odor are kept at bay by his nightly and morning rituals. His eyes are rather bright and curious looking as they peak through his almost chronic tired expression. His wings expand out a good distance to either side of his body, the underside of them covered in a darker coat than the rest of his body. His overall physique is one that is well maintained, obviously the effort of his looks put into his strength; he has no gut, instead a fine layer of abdominal muscles. The same amount of muscle remains true for the rest of his body, leaving him with a large, but not overwhelming, build.
Body Type: Above average height and build, he's quite toned and agile. It's as if he was built for combat.
Mane Color: Red with a single black stripe down the center; his tail being reversed, black with a red stripe down the center.
Eye Color: His eyes are white, his Irises are a vibrant red; his pupils are a natural black, as per normal.
Coat color: He's got a sleek grey coat, some portions being light and darker than others.
Markings: There is no significant marking upon him apart from his cutie mark, it being a Quill, commonly being mistaken for a feather.
Additional: Occasionally, Spectre will wear flight goggles, a long brown coat, a dress vest, or a facemask/bandana. Upon his hooves rest his coat, only darked to a ashy grey, as opposed to his coats natural sleek grey.
General Appearance: Being one of simple tastes, Spectre rarely takes care of his own appearance. His coat, mane and tail remain messy, permanently stricken with what could be considered bedhead. His tail holds many knots, only ever cut if it breaches the length of his own hooves. His mane is kept at a ruggedly short and trimmed length, insuring that it stays out of his eyes. His coat is rarely brushed, always feeling crisp and rough to the touch, regardless of dampness. Basic hygiene taken into consideration, Spectre's breath and body odor are kept at bay by his nightly and morning rituals. His eyes are rather bright and curious looking as they peak through his almost chronic tired expression. His wings expand out a good distance to either side of his body, the underside of them covered in a darker coat than the rest of his body. His overall physique is one that is well maintained, obviously the effort of his looks put into his strength; he has no gut, instead a fine layer of abdominal muscles. The same amount of muscle remains true for the rest of his body, leaving him with a large, but not overwhelming, build.
Personality
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Fears: Aquaphobia and Autophobia
General Personality: Spectre is a highly contemplative pegasus who is more than willing to sit down and think a situation through if given the chance. He can normally keep calm under pressure unless facing something completely unexpected. Since he was young he has been curious about all sorts of matters and issues of life and beyond, making him quite philosophical when trying to acquire answers. He keeps with a him a dynamic list of goals that he strives to achieve, altering them accordingly as he learns new things.
He's anti-social, but only to the extent that he does not try to make friends, only seeking to communicate with others for personal gain. Generally, he's very serious and cold, but those who get close to him experience him as one who is very loopy and childish, mainly in regards to topics of significance to himself.
- Family and Friends
- Logic
- Attention
- Knowing the answer to a question
- Exploration
- Honour
- Training
- Being Amazing
Dislikes:
- Being ignorant
- Being ignored
- Failing
- Disagreements
- Sexualization
- Being Injured
- Alcohol
- Being sexually harassed
Strengths:
- Extensive self-defense training
- Very agile
- Physically fit
- Dedicated
- High level of comprehension
- Everything that comes with being a Pegasus!
Weaknesses:
- Gets lost in thought
- Issues with Authority
- Superstitious
- Not willing to give up on friends
- Bad Memory
- Recurring nightmares
- Everthing that comes with being a Pegasus...
Fears: Aquaphobia and Autophobia
General Personality: Spectre is a highly contemplative pegasus who is more than willing to sit down and think a situation through if given the chance. He can normally keep calm under pressure unless facing something completely unexpected. Since he was young he has been curious about all sorts of matters and issues of life and beyond, making him quite philosophical when trying to acquire answers. He keeps with a him a dynamic list of goals that he strives to achieve, altering them accordingly as he learns new things.
He's anti-social, but only to the extent that he does not try to make friends, only seeking to communicate with others for personal gain. Generally, he's very serious and cold, but those who get close to him experience him as one who is very loopy and childish, mainly in regards to topics of significance to himself.
History
Father: Protector Spectre, would be 41, Royal Guard, Pegasus, allegedly committed suicide at age 27.
Mother: Natural Vigor, would be 38, Botanist/Herb Farmer, Earth pony, Overdose on Aloe at age 23.
Siblings: None.
Other: None.
History: From a young age, Spectre was like any other foal or colt, happy go lucky, energetic, generally care-free. Through his early life, he would speak highly of his father, always enthusing about how strong and loyal he was to the royal princesses. Although his father never really earned a name for himself, nor a very high a rank in the guard, he would enthuse about him nonetheless to his fellow classmates in the Canterlot pre-schools and then elementary. He went on to make a number of friends in his classes, becoming passionate about his work, and even aspiring to one day become a guard like his father. His mother was caring, even encouraging in his dreams. Protector Spectre cared deeply for his son, but also for paying for his families home, and would be away on duty more often than he would be home.
Eventually, Spectre came of age to begin his flight practice, Vigor signed him up for flight camp and soon he would be sent off to learn the ins and outs of using his wings. However, that had not gone quite as planned. Spectre was a little too enthusiastic about learning how to fly, leading him to find a high enough place to leap off of for practice. Sneaking out in the middle of the night from home, he crept his way down the streets of Canterlot to his school. Using his refined agility, which he had been a natural with from birth, managed to ascend the side of the Victorian style structure, before then leaping off into the night with almost enough confidence to keep himself afloat. Almost. He managed to maintain his altitude for a mere three seconds before finally plummeting down to the silent street below.
Spectre was lucky enough to keep the functions of his body and most of his brain after what happened. By morning, a street sweeping mule had passed by and found him and the Guard investigations unit had informed both Vigor and Protector of their son's late-night adventure. He was swiftly swept off the streets and to the hospital in that district of Canterlot, his comatose self was kept there for a week whilst recovering. Finally, on the eighth day, Spectre had awoken from his invalid state, his eyes now opening to a new and never before seen, to his knowledge, world. Faced with severe damage to his frontal lobe and crown, he was diagnosed with amnesia, forgetting the first few years of his life.
Time went on and Spectre adjusted to the life he was given, his personality greatly changed to a more brooding and cold demeanor. He lost sight of his previous goals and aspirations, simply sweeping through life in a haze of disappointment and depression. He would help his mother in the garden with her herb farm, harvesting each and every ripe fungus, leaf, root, etc. that she defined as ready to him. The marriage between Protector-Spectre and Vigor began weakening with the spiritual loss of their son, Protector focusing on his work more and more. It wasn't until Spectre was 5 years of age did his mother suddenly drop to the cold dirt and trimmed grass of their yard, her features weak and pale. A lifetime of harvesting Aloe with her teeth had caused enough of the toxic leaf to build up in her system. Medical professionals had reasoned that the best they could do was use a variety of different medications to delay the imminent, and still dormant, effects on her system.
It was only after a month of painful hospital visits did Vigor pass away, leaving a father and his broken son. Unable to support the house alone, Protector quit his job in the Royal Guard, and then moved both Spectre and himself to Manehatten. He took up a number of 'odd' jobs to get dirty deeds done, all to support his 5 year old colt. Barely half a year past before the law enforcement officials of came to their apartment, noise complaints had brought upon the authorities attention. They kicked in the door of the apartment to find the dead ex-guard, hung from a ceiling with a stream of blood pouring from the corner of his mouth. His son sitting on the floor below him, watching, silently staring at what use to be his father with cold and weak eyes.
Two years of foster care and homes had Spectre bouncing all over Manehatten. In this time frame, pieces of his old personality had begun mending back together, his silent and depressive self was turning more active and curious. He began escaping in the middle of the night, scouring the streets for anything interesting or dangerous that would peak his interest. He got involved with the wrong kind of ponies and all manner of vices. Two years in the foster program did little for Spectre, as he soon found himself running away to be part of the criminal lifestyle, his past too much of a blur to care about a future. His superior agility and strength compared to those his age made him a prime goon for most of the crime lords. He was traded around, almost like his was in the foster program all over again, constantly being given to different "guardians" to look after him as he grew more and more into an all around cold-blooded thug. It was long before he commited murder, arson, robbery, assault, and just about any other crime the lords of Manehatten could muster for him to complete. He was injured and beaten, praised and rewarded.
Finally, after years and years of trial through the cesspool that was Manehatten's underground, Spectre's old and more innocent personality had returned. Stricken with the loss of both parents, as well as all the horrible things he had done in his adolescence, he attempted to find a more honest and morally just path for himself. However, such things are not easy. He disappeared from Manehatten, not wanting to fall victim to the local legal system and the punishments for the deeds he had commited for twelve years. He fled to Canterlot, going back to visit his home and old school, looking to reclaim any sort of honor to his family line.
Nothing, his old life had been gone for a long time. However, he still wished to continue his father's work. Joining the guard, however, would give them all the information they needed to arrest him. He needed to remain more or less anonymous. He finally rested upon the idea of becoming a security guard, becoming a pony who would defend places and items that would be subject to such crimes he had committed in the past. To him, it seemed right. It seemed like a suitable way of atoning for what he had done for those twelve years. He then set out with what dirty bits he had saved with him, then set out to begin his life as a security guard.
Two years of security work passed before he finally was told of opportunity within <City Name> where he then set off to, times having been tough in Canterlot and a new job would help a lot right now.
Mother: Natural Vigor, would be 38, Botanist/Herb Farmer, Earth pony, Overdose on Aloe at age 23.
Siblings: None.
Other: None.
History: From a young age, Spectre was like any other foal or colt, happy go lucky, energetic, generally care-free. Through his early life, he would speak highly of his father, always enthusing about how strong and loyal he was to the royal princesses. Although his father never really earned a name for himself, nor a very high a rank in the guard, he would enthuse about him nonetheless to his fellow classmates in the Canterlot pre-schools and then elementary. He went on to make a number of friends in his classes, becoming passionate about his work, and even aspiring to one day become a guard like his father. His mother was caring, even encouraging in his dreams. Protector Spectre cared deeply for his son, but also for paying for his families home, and would be away on duty more often than he would be home.
Eventually, Spectre came of age to begin his flight practice, Vigor signed him up for flight camp and soon he would be sent off to learn the ins and outs of using his wings. However, that had not gone quite as planned. Spectre was a little too enthusiastic about learning how to fly, leading him to find a high enough place to leap off of for practice. Sneaking out in the middle of the night from home, he crept his way down the streets of Canterlot to his school. Using his refined agility, which he had been a natural with from birth, managed to ascend the side of the Victorian style structure, before then leaping off into the night with almost enough confidence to keep himself afloat. Almost. He managed to maintain his altitude for a mere three seconds before finally plummeting down to the silent street below.
Spectre was lucky enough to keep the functions of his body and most of his brain after what happened. By morning, a street sweeping mule had passed by and found him and the Guard investigations unit had informed both Vigor and Protector of their son's late-night adventure. He was swiftly swept off the streets and to the hospital in that district of Canterlot, his comatose self was kept there for a week whilst recovering. Finally, on the eighth day, Spectre had awoken from his invalid state, his eyes now opening to a new and never before seen, to his knowledge, world. Faced with severe damage to his frontal lobe and crown, he was diagnosed with amnesia, forgetting the first few years of his life.
Time went on and Spectre adjusted to the life he was given, his personality greatly changed to a more brooding and cold demeanor. He lost sight of his previous goals and aspirations, simply sweeping through life in a haze of disappointment and depression. He would help his mother in the garden with her herb farm, harvesting each and every ripe fungus, leaf, root, etc. that she defined as ready to him. The marriage between Protector-Spectre and Vigor began weakening with the spiritual loss of their son, Protector focusing on his work more and more. It wasn't until Spectre was 5 years of age did his mother suddenly drop to the cold dirt and trimmed grass of their yard, her features weak and pale. A lifetime of harvesting Aloe with her teeth had caused enough of the toxic leaf to build up in her system. Medical professionals had reasoned that the best they could do was use a variety of different medications to delay the imminent, and still dormant, effects on her system.
It was only after a month of painful hospital visits did Vigor pass away, leaving a father and his broken son. Unable to support the house alone, Protector quit his job in the Royal Guard, and then moved both Spectre and himself to Manehatten. He took up a number of 'odd' jobs to get dirty deeds done, all to support his 5 year old colt. Barely half a year past before the law enforcement officials of came to their apartment, noise complaints had brought upon the authorities attention. They kicked in the door of the apartment to find the dead ex-guard, hung from a ceiling with a stream of blood pouring from the corner of his mouth. His son sitting on the floor below him, watching, silently staring at what use to be his father with cold and weak eyes.
Two years of foster care and homes had Spectre bouncing all over Manehatten. In this time frame, pieces of his old personality had begun mending back together, his silent and depressive self was turning more active and curious. He began escaping in the middle of the night, scouring the streets for anything interesting or dangerous that would peak his interest. He got involved with the wrong kind of ponies and all manner of vices. Two years in the foster program did little for Spectre, as he soon found himself running away to be part of the criminal lifestyle, his past too much of a blur to care about a future. His superior agility and strength compared to those his age made him a prime goon for most of the crime lords. He was traded around, almost like his was in the foster program all over again, constantly being given to different "guardians" to look after him as he grew more and more into an all around cold-blooded thug. It was long before he commited murder, arson, robbery, assault, and just about any other crime the lords of Manehatten could muster for him to complete. He was injured and beaten, praised and rewarded.
Finally, after years and years of trial through the cesspool that was Manehatten's underground, Spectre's old and more innocent personality had returned. Stricken with the loss of both parents, as well as all the horrible things he had done in his adolescence, he attempted to find a more honest and morally just path for himself. However, such things are not easy. He disappeared from Manehatten, not wanting to fall victim to the local legal system and the punishments for the deeds he had commited for twelve years. He fled to Canterlot, going back to visit his home and old school, looking to reclaim any sort of honor to his family line.
Nothing, his old life had been gone for a long time. However, he still wished to continue his father's work. Joining the guard, however, would give them all the information they needed to arrest him. He needed to remain more or less anonymous. He finally rested upon the idea of becoming a security guard, becoming a pony who would defend places and items that would be subject to such crimes he had committed in the past. To him, it seemed right. It seemed like a suitable way of atoning for what he had done for those twelve years. He then set out with what dirty bits he had saved with him, then set out to begin his life as a security guard.
Two years of security work passed before he finally was told of opportunity within <City Name> where he then set off to, times having been tough in Canterlot and a new job would help a lot right now.
Out Of Character
Name: Spectre or Cj, I go by either.
Roleplay Sample: Sprawled out upon the mattress of his bed, Spectre lays on his back in the midst of his bedroom. The walls coated in a dull blue wallpaper, each portion having started pealing slightly. Gently, his wings stretch out to either side of him and emit subtle pops from each small joint as he yawns. The day is nearly over as his tired eyes stare upward to the ceiling light. His hooves raise up to shield he vision from the lamp above him, a short groan emitting from his throat, clearly displeased with the insolent light, disturbing him and his would-be snoozing time. He shuts his eyes after a moment, keeping his hooves raised up to keep a small portion of light off of his face.
His limbs soon drop, not fond of staying elevated at such an exhausting time of day. He releases an audible sigh, allowing his hooves to fold down to his abdomen before swiftly shutting his wings in a sharp motion. He would then open his eyes again, a look of over exaggerated discomfort on his face, his vision filling with the dull blue and what little bits of furniture shield it from his sight. Before long, he rolls onto his hooves, standing atop the plush surface of his bed; his weight causing his hooves to sink into the mattress. He looks up to the lamp now with a glare, raising a single hoof to it to prod at the fume release valve, turning it shut to cut off of flame that keeps it alight.
Spectre would then drop down onto the mattress, sprawling himself out again, muttering "Sleep..." into his blanket next to his pillow, his voice sounding muffled. Slowly, his hooves contracted beneath himself, sticking his butt into the air slightly. A subtle paced breathing begins now, Spectre's stifled snores emitting as he passes out into a slumber.
Roleplay Sample: Sprawled out upon the mattress of his bed, Spectre lays on his back in the midst of his bedroom. The walls coated in a dull blue wallpaper, each portion having started pealing slightly. Gently, his wings stretch out to either side of him and emit subtle pops from each small joint as he yawns. The day is nearly over as his tired eyes stare upward to the ceiling light. His hooves raise up to shield he vision from the lamp above him, a short groan emitting from his throat, clearly displeased with the insolent light, disturbing him and his would-be snoozing time. He shuts his eyes after a moment, keeping his hooves raised up to keep a small portion of light off of his face.
His limbs soon drop, not fond of staying elevated at such an exhausting time of day. He releases an audible sigh, allowing his hooves to fold down to his abdomen before swiftly shutting his wings in a sharp motion. He would then open his eyes again, a look of over exaggerated discomfort on his face, his vision filling with the dull blue and what little bits of furniture shield it from his sight. Before long, he rolls onto his hooves, standing atop the plush surface of his bed; his weight causing his hooves to sink into the mattress. He looks up to the lamp now with a glare, raising a single hoof to it to prod at the fume release valve, turning it shut to cut off of flame that keeps it alight.
Spectre would then drop down onto the mattress, sprawling himself out again, muttering "Sleep..." into his blanket next to his pillow, his voice sounding muffled. Slowly, his hooves contracted beneath himself, sticking his butt into the air slightly. A subtle paced breathing begins now, Spectre's stifled snores emitting as he passes out into a slumber.
