Post by Shadechaser on Mar 29, 2014 3:12:42 GMT
Name: Steampunk Shadow
Age Level: Mature
Race: Earth Pony
Appearance: Full bronze armor covering all of the natural coat and mane
Coat Color: Tenné
Tail Style: Straight
Tail Color: Auburn
Gender: Stallion
Abilities: Sprinting talent (passive), focus (passive)
Likes: Self-constructed structures, learning from mistakes, mountain climbs
Dislikes: Being idle for too long, Ignorant personalities, slow talk
Resident of: Canterlot (Technically near)
Cutie Mark: Unknown (Due to the armor)
Age Level: Mature
Race: Earth Pony
Appearance: Full bronze armor covering all of the natural coat and mane
{Armor Specs}Plated Helm with joints for the muzzle, chain for the neck area with separate plates for comfort, large slit large enough to see the left and right without trouble, large plates for the tunic for optimal protection, chain mesh for every join that has more movement requirements, more mesh for the front than the back due to them being the front limbs
Coat Color: Tenné
Tail Style: Straight
Tail Color: Auburn
Gender: Stallion
Abilities: Sprinting talent (passive), focus (passive)
Likes: Self-constructed structures, learning from mistakes, mountain climbs
Dislikes: Being idle for too long, Ignorant personalities, slow talk
Resident of: Canterlot (Technically near)
Cutie Mark: Unknown (Due to the armor)
{Bio pt. 1} Lost in the beginning, Steampunk Shadow was on his own. Finding food was his goal every day. One day, he noticed that a branch that was laying under a tree that held apples that appeared to be ripe. The branch looked to be long enough to hit the apple, so he used it the 'nudge' the apple out of the tree. After the apple fell out of the tree, he thought how can I make things easier on me. Thus, he continued to make things with anything that looked like it could work for something.
Not really knowing the language of the nearby community, he would sit in an alleyway in his 'usual' robes that consisted of a brown dirt stained cloth that made up most of it, and a sash made of flexible branches and leaf threads. Going mostly unnoticed, he listened as the residents spoke. Soon, he started to mimic the sounds he heard.
While still attempting to craft something that made his day easier, he stumbled upon some kind of heat source. He, later, learned that this was fire. He sat near it for something that felt like ages until the sun rose. When he awoke, there was some random creature looking at him as he was lying on the ground. He did not know that others had any interest in speaking to some 'outcast' who's only identity is hidden under a cloth ninty-nine percent of the time. As he stared at this creature, their eyes seemed to not move. The residents' eyes moved almost constantly, but this one's eyes remained fixed in the direction that seemed to pierce through him. His first, and only word was, "Hi." With that, the creature backed away. He got up, and looked towards the direction of the creature, and it seemed to vanish within, maybe, a three second period. The creature seemed to know more about travel, and he wanted to learn more about this creature.
Not really knowing the language of the nearby community, he would sit in an alleyway in his 'usual' robes that consisted of a brown dirt stained cloth that made up most of it, and a sash made of flexible branches and leaf threads. Going mostly unnoticed, he listened as the residents spoke. Soon, he started to mimic the sounds he heard.
While still attempting to craft something that made his day easier, he stumbled upon some kind of heat source. He, later, learned that this was fire. He sat near it for something that felt like ages until the sun rose. When he awoke, there was some random creature looking at him as he was lying on the ground. He did not know that others had any interest in speaking to some 'outcast' who's only identity is hidden under a cloth ninty-nine percent of the time. As he stared at this creature, their eyes seemed to not move. The residents' eyes moved almost constantly, but this one's eyes remained fixed in the direction that seemed to pierce through him. His first, and only word was, "Hi." With that, the creature backed away. He got up, and looked towards the direction of the creature, and it seemed to vanish within, maybe, a three second period. The creature seemed to know more about travel, and he wanted to learn more about this creature.
{Bio pt. 2}Time passed as Steampunk Shadow tried to learn a way to travel faster within the forest he gathered in. His attempts left him with several marks that had some kind of effect on his actions that include hesitation, and sudden recall. He likes to call it a test. If he is able to overcome these effects, then he will be able to gather more of what he needs to survive to the next day. Days went by, and he felt less affected by the marks. One day, he, suddenly, could no longer feel anything below his neck as he was walking through a common path. There were no signs of anything that seemed to hinder his tasks, but he fell anyway. His only thoughts were, Will I pass on from here, or will that creature find me? His eyes were attempting to look around but he could only see forward and more to the sky. It was bad enough that he couldn't control his being, but the sun was setting behind him and he could only hope that something would help him. The sun's light faded as he fell asleep.
As he awoke, he felt that the grass he was laying on was not there, rather, a material he never felt before. He, also, noticed that he was feeling more cold that his internal clock stated, which was it is insanely hot. He looked to his left, without moving his neck, to see what area he was in. The 'light' above him didn't help. After adjusting to the light level he notice that the light was never on. The room was void of a light source. The room seemed to be white, but the absence of light didn't exactly help explain the color. While still trying to learn the room, he noticed that there was a 'door.' He never used one, but he could always try to use it. He saw the residents use doors before, but he didn't see why it was needed. Moments passed as he stared at the door when it opened. The one who came in didn't look like the creature he saw that one day at all. This one's eyes moved constantly checking on something beyond the white veil, opposite from the window. He looked without moving anything more than his eyes. This one spoke words that seemed positive, yet remained a mystery to him even to this day. As he can recall, those words caused him to jump up out of the bed, and exit through the window.
After one short sprint, he slowed to a stop and took a damage report. The only thing he could note was there was some white cloth wrapped around a limb behind him. It wasn't there when he rushed by, just when he looked back. He looked back further from where he left from, and he noticed that it was less like the forest, and more like the community that was near his resting spot. He looked toward the sky, then noticed that the sun moved little, yet the moon rose and hid after making one ninty degree turn around the sun. His mind was trying to find the answers, yet he couldn't put anything into logic without being thrusted back without the logic. He looked to the sky once again, and it seemed that the moon rose like normal, and set as logic would state, yet it would rotate around the sun. He couldn't describe the words at the time, but he knew, later, that it was more of a dream.
As he awoke, he felt that the grass he was laying on was not there, rather, a material he never felt before. He, also, noticed that he was feeling more cold that his internal clock stated, which was it is insanely hot. He looked to his left, without moving his neck, to see what area he was in. The 'light' above him didn't help. After adjusting to the light level he notice that the light was never on. The room was void of a light source. The room seemed to be white, but the absence of light didn't exactly help explain the color. While still trying to learn the room, he noticed that there was a 'door.' He never used one, but he could always try to use it. He saw the residents use doors before, but he didn't see why it was needed. Moments passed as he stared at the door when it opened. The one who came in didn't look like the creature he saw that one day at all. This one's eyes moved constantly checking on something beyond the white veil, opposite from the window. He looked without moving anything more than his eyes. This one spoke words that seemed positive, yet remained a mystery to him even to this day. As he can recall, those words caused him to jump up out of the bed, and exit through the window.
After one short sprint, he slowed to a stop and took a damage report. The only thing he could note was there was some white cloth wrapped around a limb behind him. It wasn't there when he rushed by, just when he looked back. He looked back further from where he left from, and he noticed that it was less like the forest, and more like the community that was near his resting spot. He looked toward the sky, then noticed that the sun moved little, yet the moon rose and hid after making one ninty degree turn around the sun. His mind was trying to find the answers, yet he couldn't put anything into logic without being thrusted back without the logic. He looked to the sky once again, and it seemed that the moon rose like normal, and set as logic would state, yet it would rotate around the sun. He couldn't describe the words at the time, but he knew, later, that it was more of a dream.
{Bio pt. 3}In the dream that lasted longer than the norm, Steampunk Shadow walked through wooded areas to attempt to feel at home, yet without the threat of the inhabitants, he could not feel this way. He tried to see the minute details, but slightly blurred, he couldn't identify anything smaller than his hoof. He started to wander after realizing this may be real. After bumping into five tree stumps, Steampunk Shadow became more aware but not by much. Figures started to appear and were dancing, but without proper sight, he is unable to know this figures. Certain images came, some that felt real, and others that he knew little. After what felt like five minutes, the images faded, but not before some orange color seemed to consume him. This feeling, not positive, yet not negative, was similar to what others state as a burden. After a little push, he felt his limbs move. He stepped countless steps until he was stopped, which was under a seemingly pitch black lantern. He looked up, and the moon was shown. The sun was not in sight, but it felt that it was still there. He could feel the heat that the sun would normally shed upon him. Once he looked back to the ground, he could no longer feel the heat, nor the feeling that the figures were dancing.
Outside of Steampunk Shadow's dream, he was resting on a hospitol bed. The doctor couldn't find the right answer, which kept the aid from coming. About the time Steampunk Shadow was feeling the heat, the doctor was trying to use heat theropy. Steampunk Shadow's body seemed to twitch at the sights of the heat, and stopped after the heat was allowed to fade. The doctor seemed confused, but a nurse came in asking if this patient was from the woods. The doctor was struck with an idea. The posibility that this patient would react to berries and leaves seemed to be more logical and apparent. The request of hand picked berries went far enough to have at least five berries. One berry was gently placed near the nose. After that didn't seem to work, they swapped. The last one they used seemed to be a red tint, yet mostly black. When that was not even placed, just about ten berry lengths away, Steampunk Shadow jumped out of the bed.
Not noticing the doctor, who was shocked, Steam looked around with limbs straight, until he actually saw the doctor, in which cause Steam to take a defensive stance. After a moment, Steam noticed the door was open, which was a great way to escape. The berry that fell on the floor, which was the last one, faded out of sight, but none noticed. Steam looked for the quickest way out, which appeared to be the door with the most light. As he made his way that direction, the door seemed to be more open that he thought initially. He was nearing speeds that could rival Applejack at her fastest. Soon, Steam could see the light rays of the sun. After reaching one or two meters away from the doors, he corrected enough to only gain a small injury. He ran all the way back to what he though was safe, though his thoughts were not really conscious, nor was his conscious in control. The cold rush, he gained, was flowing, all he could feel was the ground he trampled over, and all he could see was the trees that could hinder his progress.
Outside of Steampunk Shadow's dream, he was resting on a hospitol bed. The doctor couldn't find the right answer, which kept the aid from coming. About the time Steampunk Shadow was feeling the heat, the doctor was trying to use heat theropy. Steampunk Shadow's body seemed to twitch at the sights of the heat, and stopped after the heat was allowed to fade. The doctor seemed confused, but a nurse came in asking if this patient was from the woods. The doctor was struck with an idea. The posibility that this patient would react to berries and leaves seemed to be more logical and apparent. The request of hand picked berries went far enough to have at least five berries. One berry was gently placed near the nose. After that didn't seem to work, they swapped. The last one they used seemed to be a red tint, yet mostly black. When that was not even placed, just about ten berry lengths away, Steampunk Shadow jumped out of the bed.
Not noticing the doctor, who was shocked, Steam looked around with limbs straight, until he actually saw the doctor, in which cause Steam to take a defensive stance. After a moment, Steam noticed the door was open, which was a great way to escape. The berry that fell on the floor, which was the last one, faded out of sight, but none noticed. Steam looked for the quickest way out, which appeared to be the door with the most light. As he made his way that direction, the door seemed to be more open that he thought initially. He was nearing speeds that could rival Applejack at her fastest. Soon, Steam could see the light rays of the sun. After reaching one or two meters away from the doors, he corrected enough to only gain a small injury. He ran all the way back to what he though was safe, though his thoughts were not really conscious, nor was his conscious in control. The cold rush, he gained, was flowing, all he could feel was the ground he trampled over, and all he could see was the trees that could hinder his progress.
{Bio pt. 4}After this long dash, he was finally near the clearing he felt was safe. His body fell to the ground, and he felt that he did enough running by now as he realized the moon was rising. Then, the figures he saw in the dream started to appear around him, but this time he could find some shape. One appeared to be an ox, another seemed to be that of a panther, another looked like a resident's structure. These figures seemed to dance on the hind limbs, acting like some tribal cultures, he later finds. Then, as something starts to appear out of the dark, a familiar, yet unknown, face emurges along with some kind of orange suit. The face had the same fixed eyes as before, but this time there was more apparent motion. The colors weren't very clear, maybe due to the darkness or the darker fog growing around Steampunk Shadow, but he could feel that the orange suit was nothing from the forest, nor was it any material he worked with before. He watched as the familiar face came closer, eyes fixed upon his, yet no white within. The sight is a little unnerving, but comforting at the same time. The darker fog seemed to grow dense enough to make the tree line around the clearing unseen. After the fog grew dense, he could feel more out of touch with the ground he rested upon. He rose, with slight shock, as he felt a cold, yet gentle, material rested upon his shoulders and back. It felt similar to a rock, but it seemed to have cotton for comfort. When he, once again, felt in touch with the land, he felt the weight which was more than the largest branch he had ever moved.
After feeling more settled with the material, Steampunk Shadow looked toward the town, then back to the clearing. The figures vanished, and the familiar face was gone. With this new burden, he walked back to the town to rest in the same spot as he did before. When he reached the spot, it seemed untouched other than the recent sweep of the falling leaves. The only attention he grabbed before was very minor, but after taking a seat and resting his head, a dragon-like creature walked up to him and asked something. Steam didn't know what the inquery was but he rose enough to take his defensive stance. It sounded foreign. The sound of smooth plates sliding across one another seemed to make a similar sound to the doors he watched from afar closing. After this sound faded, the dragon stepped back maybe two paces. They seemed to state something not to provoke, which was delivered well as Steam returned to a more calm stance. Few words were spoke, yet the communication lasted for more than fifteen degrees of light. The dragon described details of the familiar face Steam only saw. Other images were of training, knowledge, and time. Few were shown with some kind of creature lurking within the shadows. As the dragon went on about the familiar face, an inquery about the name of this face came. The dragon couldn't quite say.
At the end of the mental conversation, Steampunk Shadow indicated that he heard enough. The dragon stopped and stated, "As you wish." Steam was confused by this. These words weren't ever spoken in the conversations Steam heard. Before Steam could ask anything more, the dragon was gone. The cause seemed to be near the end of the dragon's tail. It glowed a little before the dragon vanished. Steam might not know the dragon, but he may know a little about magic. A focus is needed to channel the magic. The unicorns nearby seemed to know more than the pegasi and the grounded. The only indication was a faint glow that Steam could now see at the tip of the horn of every unicorn in sight. The only indication of magic on the pegasi seemed to flow along the top of the wings, and the grounded seemed to have this same feature running along their legs. After this newest realization, he started to head to the city on the mountain. His path was along the tracks that seemed to lead towards the mountain. Although it was night, he could see slightly more than before. After a slight glance to the sky, he noticed the moon was not at its brightest, rather its dimmest. He just went with it.
Upon reaching the city, he walked to the main gates. After little resistance, Steampunk Shadow felt that he could walk up and down the mountain without needing to rest. Few residents, or tourists, stopped to look, but not enough to make Steam on edge. Only after one of the residents ask about Steam's wardrobe choice does Steam speak. The words were, "I would rather wear this than your formal trash." After which, Steam continued on his path, and the resident was left dumb-struck. Steampunk Shadow walked through the city towards to back of the mountain. The sight was more than anything he had ever seen, ignoring the trip to the mountain.
After feeling more settled with the material, Steampunk Shadow looked toward the town, then back to the clearing. The figures vanished, and the familiar face was gone. With this new burden, he walked back to the town to rest in the same spot as he did before. When he reached the spot, it seemed untouched other than the recent sweep of the falling leaves. The only attention he grabbed before was very minor, but after taking a seat and resting his head, a dragon-like creature walked up to him and asked something. Steam didn't know what the inquery was but he rose enough to take his defensive stance. It sounded foreign. The sound of smooth plates sliding across one another seemed to make a similar sound to the doors he watched from afar closing. After this sound faded, the dragon stepped back maybe two paces. They seemed to state something not to provoke, which was delivered well as Steam returned to a more calm stance. Few words were spoke, yet the communication lasted for more than fifteen degrees of light. The dragon described details of the familiar face Steam only saw. Other images were of training, knowledge, and time. Few were shown with some kind of creature lurking within the shadows. As the dragon went on about the familiar face, an inquery about the name of this face came. The dragon couldn't quite say.
At the end of the mental conversation, Steampunk Shadow indicated that he heard enough. The dragon stopped and stated, "As you wish." Steam was confused by this. These words weren't ever spoken in the conversations Steam heard. Before Steam could ask anything more, the dragon was gone. The cause seemed to be near the end of the dragon's tail. It glowed a little before the dragon vanished. Steam might not know the dragon, but he may know a little about magic. A focus is needed to channel the magic. The unicorns nearby seemed to know more than the pegasi and the grounded. The only indication was a faint glow that Steam could now see at the tip of the horn of every unicorn in sight. The only indication of magic on the pegasi seemed to flow along the top of the wings, and the grounded seemed to have this same feature running along their legs. After this newest realization, he started to head to the city on the mountain. His path was along the tracks that seemed to lead towards the mountain. Although it was night, he could see slightly more than before. After a slight glance to the sky, he noticed the moon was not at its brightest, rather its dimmest. He just went with it.
Upon reaching the city, he walked to the main gates. After little resistance, Steampunk Shadow felt that he could walk up and down the mountain without needing to rest. Few residents, or tourists, stopped to look, but not enough to make Steam on edge. Only after one of the residents ask about Steam's wardrobe choice does Steam speak. The words were, "I would rather wear this than your formal trash." After which, Steam continued on his path, and the resident was left dumb-struck. Steampunk Shadow walked through the city towards to back of the mountain. The sight was more than anything he had ever seen, ignoring the trip to the mountain.
{Side Note at Creation}I thought up a small part of this character during a talk with my brother. It wasn't about the character at first, nor did it end in that manner, but it seemed fitting to have this as my actual character. Lost without guidance, yet out to seek what was never there.
