Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 19:47:00 GMT -6
||| ROSE QUARTZ |||
#Name; Rose Quartz
#Age Group ; Teen
#Gender ; Colt
#Species; Crystal Pony
#Cutie Mark ; None, yet
#Occupation ; Tailor / Fashion Designer
#Powers and Abilities ; Rose changes colors based upon the emotions he's feeling.
#Physique ; Rose's features are all very soft, giving him a very effeminate build.
#Mane and fur color and style ; Rose's mane is dark pink and fluffy. His fur is bright pink.
#Eye color ; Red
#Other appearance details (optional) ; Rose always wears a striped red scarf
#Personality ;
Rose Quartz has always been a socially outgoing pony. He wants to be involved in what other ponies are doing. Rose likes alone time, but being ignored is not what he wants. He wants to listen to other ponies, and encourage them to go for the gold. Rose is a follower, not a leader.
Rose's fur color has led to a lot of misconceptions. Rose knows he looks like a filly. He's been mistaken for one as long as he can remember. Rose doesn't want to be known as a girl. He's a colt.
But... That doesn't stop him from liking things that fillies like. Rose loves dresses and bows and makeup, and the whole sha-bang. Maybe it started when Rose Quartz apprenticed under a tailor. Rose doesn't know, or care. Rose is who he is, and he's fine with that. He doesn't care what anypony says about him liking these things. Rose simply wants to be pretty.
Rose Quartz has a rather long list of fears. Some of them are irrational, some of them are rational, and some Rose doesn't even know. They include, but aren't limited to: dogs, swimming, blood, snow, dragons, Sombra, knives, vampires, bats, bat ponies... If none of these are present, Rose is as happy and brave as the next colt. If they are present, it isn't just regular fear. Rose's entire thought process goes off the tracks, and he will do anything to get away from it. Rose will run as far as he can, and if whatever he's afraid of catches him, he will most likely either scream or break down crying. Maybe both.
#History ;
Rose Quartz doesn't remember anything before Sombra. His mother and father cooked food for a living, and Rose made himself useful where he could. Maybe he was lucky to have such a simple job as a foal. Rose didn't really know. He worked most of his childhood away.
But, Rose got a different job. It came when he was older. Now, he was apprenticed under a tailor. The old mare needed someone to take her place if she ever passed away, and Rose was eager to learn. After years of cooking with his parents, he was happy to be out of the kitchens.
In this job, Rose found something he liked. The dress patterns, the sparkles, the array of colors... Rose liked his work, for once. It became more than liking. He'd look at the dresses and outfits, and he'd want to wear them, himself. Why? Wasn't that for mares? Little Quartz couldn't explain it. He just loved it.
His joy was spoiled soon, when the old mare stopped appearing. Rose would come to help out, only to sit for hours, without an appearance from her. Eventually, Rose simply continued working. Whatever he didn't know, he simply improvised. He knew that they had been preparing him if she ever passed. Rose never got a definite answer if that's what truly had happened. He just kept sewing.
Then, the day came when something changed. Rose had been in the midst of design, when a bright flash of light came through the windows. Rose Quartz didn't know what to think. He dropped everything, and went outside. Rose only managed to see light.
Rose Quartz was unsure what to think of the light. There was speculation. Rose didn't know if he could add anything, or if he should. All he decided, was that there was a shop full of designs he needed to get back to. Rose never knew that 1000 years passed. Rose simply carried on sewing, dreaming of the prettiest designs.
The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Snow
#Age ; 16
#Gender ; Male
#How did you find us? ; I was living successfully as a hermit, before you jerks parked your site on top of mycardboard boxhome. I figured I might as well join.
#Sample RP ;
"Thank you, have a nice day..."
Silence. It was the end of the day. At last... "Should lock up... go home..." Rose stepped away from everything, and then walked down every inch of the store, cleaning up. He put outfits back on the racks, and straightened the mannequins. He fixed the displays, and restocked the areas that needed it. As he finished up and began preparations to leave, he passed by a mirror.
Rose Quartz paused. He looked at it. A quick scan of the place, told him nopony was here... He stared at the mirror. The shop was silent, and a single light separated him from darkness. He slowly raised a hoof. It pressed against the cold, reflective surface. The pink colt in the mirror mimicked the action. Neither said a word.
Rose wanted to be pretty.
He lowered his hoof. Here he was, surrounded by outfits he made... A great majority of them were for mares, yet, Rose wanted to wear them all. Why? He was a colt, right? Shouldn't he want to do other things?
Rose stepped away from the mirror and raised his hoof again. This time, he pressed it against a silky material. Instead of simply staring, he smiled. No, he beamed. Before he knew it, Rose had taken the dress off the hook, and was pulling it over himself.
Rose did this, probably more than he should. After all, these clothes weren't for him. But, he did make them... Didn't that count for something?
Rose slowly stepped back over to the mirror. The curious pink colt from before now stood in the mirror, wearing a beautiful red dress. He was almost grinning from ear to ear. "You're, so, pretty!" The colt in the mirror got all bashful. "Oh, thank you so much! You're pretty too!" Rose giggled, messing with the dress. "Really? You think so? I thought I was, but I wanted somepony else's opinion." "I know so!" "Do you think... I'd look pretty in fishnets?" "Only one way to find out!
He giggled in the mirror, and spent the next hour or so trying on different outfits, and laughing at himself. Rose literally glowed the entire night.
If fillies got to do it, why couldn't he be pretty?