Post by Luminescence on Feb 28, 2014 0:10:06 GMT
Well! Lets throw myself into this, eh?
Pony OC's
Luminescence
Balmy Spume
Other OC's
Yet to Come!
Name: Luminescence
Gender: Stallion
Age: 23
Species: Earth Pony
Appearance: A soft coat the color of new grass, and young fields, slightly overgrown perhaps, but not terribly so. His mane, falling down to his withers and curling to the side of his face, held a soft light to it. It looked akin to being that of the color of the pages from a well loved, but old, book. Despite his mane having a bit of a poof, it was only due to a gently frizz it always seemed to suffer from. His tale was probably the most ragged of him though, being a little ruffled here and there, and a little short of a cut, but still maintained that soft color of his mane.
Eyes: A soft amber
Cutie Mark: A halfway carved book
Special Talent: Whittling and Storytelling
Personality: A slow and eternally hopeful child at heart. He adores a good story, loves in retelling them, and has gotten pretty good at the art of storytelling. He often struggles with those who try to assert themselves as better, and is confused by those who act simply on a whim.
Home/Residence: He was raised on the outskirts of Fillydelphia, but now he lives just a block or two from it's train station. However, as he was lucky enough to attain a job working on the trains, he isn't home often.
Occupation: Server/Sweeper for the Equestrian Transit System
Likes: Stories, Kind ponies, Slow actions, Thinking before Leaping, Listening
Dislikes: Loud ponies, Arrogance
Bio is a bit short, but I am working on it.
Bio: Living a calm little life in Fillydelphia, Lumi enjoyed learning about the old stories of the old heroes and legends. He was always a little behind the others in school and such, but he tried to not let it bother him. However, when it came to the old history, he excelled. Often he was caught up in fanciful thoughts of times long gone by. As such, he often had "adventures" of his own, chasing the pirating pidgins away, challenging his friends to duels, ending far too often with someone having a black eye or several scrapes and bruises, and everyone with milkshakes. Milkshakes, those things, he wouldn't trade for all the pirate battles in the world.
However, when it was announced that they would do a project on something they enjoyed, and present it to the class, he decided to actually launch himself at these projects. He spent hours slaving over a simple wooden plank, eventually getting it to look like a good, old fashioned sword of wood. Then, a terror befell him. What good was fine weapon, if your armor fell apart at the touch?
Needless to say, a good week or so later when a full, colt sized, armor suit and exceptionally laden colt inside them arrived to school, the school teacher was surprised.
Since that fateful day, whenever he was stressed, or when he had an idea for pieces that would add to stories impact when they were told, he would work tirelessly at creating miniature ponies for his stories. He loved carving them, after all, stories are magnificent, but they are still incorporeal, as opposed to his wooden works, born from the sweat and tears of his work and that of a tree.
Alas, you can't live of of stories, at least most ponies can't, so he finally settled down to work for the train station. After all, if he couldn't have his own adventures, he could at least see the sights out there and imagine. Fortunately, since he was so filled with wonder, he was always eager and willing to see the world, and they never lost there glory to him. Since then, he has been there, spinning stories of wonder and glory to any willing to only listen.
Name: Balmy Spume
Nickname: Balm
Gender: Mare
Age: 28
Species: Earth Pony
Appearance: A smooth coat like that of warm milk cream, and of similar hue. Her mane is almost always held back in a ponytail falling lightly on her shoulder and above her brow, colored that of sea foam lit by the morning rays of sun. Whenever it was unbound though, it still lightly graced her shoulder, but reached forward and to her sides in soft waves. Her tail suffered no better in its ripples, but it fared far better, as it fell about her slightly above her pastern.
Eyes: A soft burnt umber color
Cutie Mark: A halfway carved pony of soap
Special Talent: Carving Soap
Personality: An eternal hopeful with enduring promise. She strives to be courteous to all, and only rude when absolutely necessary . She enjoys the simple things in life, and goes about with a lilting grin. In short: a mild and civil mare.
Speech Color: Like So
Home/Residence: Born a few miles north of Trottingham, Lives a mile or two out of Ponyville
Occupation: Soap and Shampoo Maker
Likes: Cleanliness, Those of good cheer, and Pancakes
Dislikes: Arrogance and Impatience
Bio is much better than the previous
Bio: Balmy had what could be called a nice upbringing. She didn’t particularly want for much when she was young, except to experience life to the fullest. All of this changed though, when she went to a place dreaded by fillies and colts alike: School. Now, to be certain, the problem wasn't with school itself you see. It was that she wanted something, but couldn’t get it, no matter how hard she tried. It wasn't that she wanted that cute little dress with soft velveteen lattice lace woven into about the edges it that the other girls envied, though she did wish to have it something awful at times. Nor was it that she was bad in school, in fact, she was quite good, particularly in science. It wasn't even to get a seat by the cutest colt in the room, and while she wasn't trying to get it she wasn't opposed to it, not that she would ever tell.
No, what she wanted, truly wished for from the deepest part of her heart, was for her cutie mark. She had been dreaming about what it would be ever since her teacher had done a lesson on them. Maybe it would be something soft, like how fathers’ was a teddy bear! Or maybe it would something caring, like how mothers’ was a bed from the hospital. She was enraptured with the very idea of it.
However, as it happens she, along with all others with that wish, had it granted, in time. To the point, she got it where she learned of its wonders, at school. It was during art, when they were working on a soap carving activity. Most of the class had gone about the typical routes, fish and birds were done in droves, even a few rabbits by the more adventurous, and an egg by a rather unimaginative fellow, but Balmy still slaved away at her first chunk of soap. Despite Balmy looking like she was in bliss, the teacher was a bit worried about her. She came over to check on her, only to find her working on a meticulously crafted sculpture of a pony. So well done was it, that she would later say that she could see hints of a little lattice dress on it, but tales only grow longer with time so how much of that is true is up for debate.
As is common when the young do great things, she was lauded with praise by her teacher, and she was ecstatic. Understand, her cutie mark, which she had wanted for(a few months)ever was finally there upon her, literally. The rest of the day, she practically floated on air. So, as school drew to the close, she, as children are prone to, immediately bolted off to home, worrying the teacher terribly. As she neared her home, her excitement rose to the maximum her tiny body could hold. Unfortunately for her, and the door, so did her momentum. A single fleeting though of "I should stop" before she smacked into the door doing ninety. She was still dazed when her father checked to see who was assailing there suburban home. Still, even the law of conservation of energy failed to hold back a filly with a new cutie mark, nor can unsuspecting fathers, as they both soon found. When they finally righted themselves, she was only too happy to tell of the day she had. Elated from the excess euphoria that was exuding of his daughter, and in that rush he made a rash and unwise decision. He asked her what she wanted to do now.
She stopped dead in her tracks, now faced with a idea she hadn't yet though of; The Goal After. Well, she thought, I really liked carving that pony, so that would be awesome! But... we don't carve soap in school much at all. And it was so fun too! All of this passed within a mere blink of an eye, and in that blink, she began to cry. Her father was terrified. He managed to in a single sentence ruin her entire day, the very day she got her cutie mark, was marred by him. Quickly recovering his frayed nerves and asked her why she was crying, she was so happy before! Over the next couple minutes, and several cookies, she managed to eck out that she couldn't carve soap much at all, entirely different from the other colts and fillies that used there talents every day. It was in the midst of this that he made, yet again, a rash and unwise decision. He asked himself, How hard could it be to make soap? He would live to regret those words.
Balmy, as of yet unaware of the concept of a rhetorical question, looked up at him in awe and inspiration. It was now that he lived to regret those words. Needless to say, when her mother arrived to see her daughter in the workshop out back, surrounded by old grimy books(rented from the library) slowly stirring a large black cauldron on a low flame, with her husband nowhere in sight, she was concerned. After her husband came back from local herb store, she began to calmed her down. When all was well in the world in the sight of mother, it was set up for Balmy to work with her father for a time, learning some less "bookish" lessons, and working on creating, and carving soap.
It was slow going but over the next few years, she got better. To her, those years passed as a blur. She learned much from school, but she most enjoyed learning from her fathers shop. He was the one that taught her that sometimes the greatest works come from patience and determination. And so it was with her. While the rest of the students were worrying over certain crop patterns, she was trying to figure out how much sap she would put in her soap. When they were seeing constellations, she was seeing carving patterns. They saw homes, she saw bath houses. Salons? Herbal Soap. Tests? ... Well, she still saw tests.
Finally, a most glorious day arrived. That day that teachers love almost as much as students. Graduation Day. When she walked across that stage one last tie, she almost laughed, it seemed so strange. She worked all that time, "For a paper?" she thought. It seemed almost anti-climactic. Unannounced to her, her parents had a surprise waiting for her. When she cleaned up and went to them, they were practically fit to burst with suspense. When they reached their home, she was confused by the small shop-like cart by the house. The market wasn't until next week, why would a empty stall ... be ... here? When she asked her mother about it, she laughed, only saying "It's your graduation gift!"
She was stunned! She was wanting to set out sooner or later selling her soap and such, and was even saving up for a portable stall, but, this! It was simply amazing! Hugging her family, she told them there was no rush, and she still needed some time to finalize a couple balances.
She held a part time job with the local spa for the next three months, earning some for the future shop, and a place to land. When the time finally came for her to leave, she was conflicted about the prospect. While it is what she wanted to do, it was still leaving family. She vowed to write daily, and still does.
Why do I know all this? Well, It was that day that I met her on this train, and I still see her every now and again. Yes, she told me all this when we were stuck with a rail problem going to Canterlot. Ah well. Oh? Well, This is your stop, isn't it? Ah well, you know where to find me if you get a good story. I'll see you around.
Regardless as how large this gets, I still want your feed back! So, ask questions, or, you know, stuff!
Pony OC's
Luminescence
Balmy Spume
Other OC's
Yet to Come!
Name: Luminescence
Gender: Stallion
Age: 23
Species: Earth Pony
Appearance: A soft coat the color of new grass, and young fields, slightly overgrown perhaps, but not terribly so. His mane, falling down to his withers and curling to the side of his face, held a soft light to it. It looked akin to being that of the color of the pages from a well loved, but old, book. Despite his mane having a bit of a poof, it was only due to a gently frizz it always seemed to suffer from. His tale was probably the most ragged of him though, being a little ruffled here and there, and a little short of a cut, but still maintained that soft color of his mane.
Eyes: A soft amber
Cutie Mark: A halfway carved book
Special Talent: Whittling and Storytelling
Personality: A slow and eternally hopeful child at heart. He adores a good story, loves in retelling them, and has gotten pretty good at the art of storytelling. He often struggles with those who try to assert themselves as better, and is confused by those who act simply on a whim.
Home/Residence: He was raised on the outskirts of Fillydelphia, but now he lives just a block or two from it's train station. However, as he was lucky enough to attain a job working on the trains, he isn't home often.
Occupation: Server/Sweeper for the Equestrian Transit System
Likes: Stories, Kind ponies, Slow actions, Thinking before Leaping, Listening
Dislikes: Loud ponies, Arrogance
Bio is a bit short, but I am working on it.
Bio: Living a calm little life in Fillydelphia, Lumi enjoyed learning about the old stories of the old heroes and legends. He was always a little behind the others in school and such, but he tried to not let it bother him. However, when it came to the old history, he excelled. Often he was caught up in fanciful thoughts of times long gone by. As such, he often had "adventures" of his own, chasing the pirating pidgins away, challenging his friends to duels, ending far too often with someone having a black eye or several scrapes and bruises, and everyone with milkshakes. Milkshakes, those things, he wouldn't trade for all the pirate battles in the world.
However, when it was announced that they would do a project on something they enjoyed, and present it to the class, he decided to actually launch himself at these projects. He spent hours slaving over a simple wooden plank, eventually getting it to look like a good, old fashioned sword of wood. Then, a terror befell him. What good was fine weapon, if your armor fell apart at the touch?
Needless to say, a good week or so later when a full, colt sized, armor suit and exceptionally laden colt inside them arrived to school, the school teacher was surprised.
Since that fateful day, whenever he was stressed, or when he had an idea for pieces that would add to stories impact when they were told, he would work tirelessly at creating miniature ponies for his stories. He loved carving them, after all, stories are magnificent, but they are still incorporeal, as opposed to his wooden works, born from the sweat and tears of his work and that of a tree.
Alas, you can't live of of stories, at least most ponies can't, so he finally settled down to work for the train station. After all, if he couldn't have his own adventures, he could at least see the sights out there and imagine. Fortunately, since he was so filled with wonder, he was always eager and willing to see the world, and they never lost there glory to him. Since then, he has been there, spinning stories of wonder and glory to any willing to only listen.
Name: Balmy Spume
Nickname: Balm
Gender: Mare
Age: 28
Species: Earth Pony
Appearance: A smooth coat like that of warm milk cream, and of similar hue. Her mane is almost always held back in a ponytail falling lightly on her shoulder and above her brow, colored that of sea foam lit by the morning rays of sun. Whenever it was unbound though, it still lightly graced her shoulder, but reached forward and to her sides in soft waves. Her tail suffered no better in its ripples, but it fared far better, as it fell about her slightly above her pastern.
Eyes: A soft burnt umber color
Cutie Mark: A halfway carved pony of soap
Special Talent: Carving Soap
Personality: An eternal hopeful with enduring promise. She strives to be courteous to all, and only rude when absolutely necessary . She enjoys the simple things in life, and goes about with a lilting grin. In short: a mild and civil mare.
Speech Color: Like So
Home/Residence: Born a few miles north of Trottingham, Lives a mile or two out of Ponyville
Occupation: Soap and Shampoo Maker
Likes: Cleanliness, Those of good cheer, and Pancakes
Dislikes: Arrogance and Impatience
Bio is much better than the previous
Bio: Balmy had what could be called a nice upbringing. She didn’t particularly want for much when she was young, except to experience life to the fullest. All of this changed though, when she went to a place dreaded by fillies and colts alike: School. Now, to be certain, the problem wasn't with school itself you see. It was that she wanted something, but couldn’t get it, no matter how hard she tried. It wasn't that she wanted that cute little dress with soft velveteen lattice lace woven into about the edges it that the other girls envied, though she did wish to have it something awful at times. Nor was it that she was bad in school, in fact, she was quite good, particularly in science. It wasn't even to get a seat by the cutest colt in the room, and while she wasn't trying to get it she wasn't opposed to it, not that she would ever tell.
No, what she wanted, truly wished for from the deepest part of her heart, was for her cutie mark. She had been dreaming about what it would be ever since her teacher had done a lesson on them. Maybe it would be something soft, like how fathers’ was a teddy bear! Or maybe it would something caring, like how mothers’ was a bed from the hospital. She was enraptured with the very idea of it.
However, as it happens she, along with all others with that wish, had it granted, in time. To the point, she got it where she learned of its wonders, at school. It was during art, when they were working on a soap carving activity. Most of the class had gone about the typical routes, fish and birds were done in droves, even a few rabbits by the more adventurous, and an egg by a rather unimaginative fellow, but Balmy still slaved away at her first chunk of soap. Despite Balmy looking like she was in bliss, the teacher was a bit worried about her. She came over to check on her, only to find her working on a meticulously crafted sculpture of a pony. So well done was it, that she would later say that she could see hints of a little lattice dress on it, but tales only grow longer with time so how much of that is true is up for debate.
As is common when the young do great things, she was lauded with praise by her teacher, and she was ecstatic. Understand, her cutie mark, which she had wanted for(a few months)ever was finally there upon her, literally. The rest of the day, she practically floated on air. So, as school drew to the close, she, as children are prone to, immediately bolted off to home, worrying the teacher terribly. As she neared her home, her excitement rose to the maximum her tiny body could hold. Unfortunately for her, and the door, so did her momentum. A single fleeting though of "I should stop" before she smacked into the door doing ninety. She was still dazed when her father checked to see who was assailing there suburban home. Still, even the law of conservation of energy failed to hold back a filly with a new cutie mark, nor can unsuspecting fathers, as they both soon found. When they finally righted themselves, she was only too happy to tell of the day she had. Elated from the excess euphoria that was exuding of his daughter, and in that rush he made a rash and unwise decision. He asked her what she wanted to do now.
She stopped dead in her tracks, now faced with a idea she hadn't yet though of; The Goal After. Well, she thought, I really liked carving that pony, so that would be awesome! But... we don't carve soap in school much at all. And it was so fun too! All of this passed within a mere blink of an eye, and in that blink, she began to cry. Her father was terrified. He managed to in a single sentence ruin her entire day, the very day she got her cutie mark, was marred by him. Quickly recovering his frayed nerves and asked her why she was crying, she was so happy before! Over the next couple minutes, and several cookies, she managed to eck out that she couldn't carve soap much at all, entirely different from the other colts and fillies that used there talents every day. It was in the midst of this that he made, yet again, a rash and unwise decision. He asked himself, How hard could it be to make soap? He would live to regret those words.
Balmy, as of yet unaware of the concept of a rhetorical question, looked up at him in awe and inspiration. It was now that he lived to regret those words. Needless to say, when her mother arrived to see her daughter in the workshop out back, surrounded by old grimy books(rented from the library) slowly stirring a large black cauldron on a low flame, with her husband nowhere in sight, she was concerned. After her husband came back from local herb store, she began to calmed her down. When all was well in the world in the sight of mother, it was set up for Balmy to work with her father for a time, learning some less "bookish" lessons, and working on creating, and carving soap.
It was slow going but over the next few years, she got better. To her, those years passed as a blur. She learned much from school, but she most enjoyed learning from her fathers shop. He was the one that taught her that sometimes the greatest works come from patience and determination. And so it was with her. While the rest of the students were worrying over certain crop patterns, she was trying to figure out how much sap she would put in her soap. When they were seeing constellations, she was seeing carving patterns. They saw homes, she saw bath houses. Salons? Herbal Soap. Tests? ... Well, she still saw tests.
Finally, a most glorious day arrived. That day that teachers love almost as much as students. Graduation Day. When she walked across that stage one last tie, she almost laughed, it seemed so strange. She worked all that time, "For a paper?" she thought. It seemed almost anti-climactic. Unannounced to her, her parents had a surprise waiting for her. When she cleaned up and went to them, they were practically fit to burst with suspense. When they reached their home, she was confused by the small shop-like cart by the house. The market wasn't until next week, why would a empty stall ... be ... here? When she asked her mother about it, she laughed, only saying "It's your graduation gift!"
She was stunned! She was wanting to set out sooner or later selling her soap and such, and was even saving up for a portable stall, but, this! It was simply amazing! Hugging her family, she told them there was no rush, and she still needed some time to finalize a couple balances.
She held a part time job with the local spa for the next three months, earning some for the future shop, and a place to land. When the time finally came for her to leave, she was conflicted about the prospect. While it is what she wanted to do, it was still leaving family. She vowed to write daily, and still does.
Why do I know all this? Well, It was that day that I met her on this train, and I still see her every now and again. Yes, she told me all this when we were stuck with a rail problem going to Canterlot. Ah well. Oh? Well, This is your stop, isn't it? Ah well, you know where to find me if you get a good story. I'll see you around.
Regardless as how large this gets, I still want your feed back! So, ask questions, or, you know, stuff!