Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2014 3:42:32 GMT -6
||| Mwenye |||
#Name; Mwenye Kuwaona Dunia
#Age Group ; Adult
#Orientation; Bisexual
#Gender ; Female
#Species; Zebra
#Cutie Mark ;
The symbol of the eye represents sight. Inside of the eye is the Alcehmical Symbol for the Philosophers Stone, which symbolizes Enlgihtenment and Perfection.
#Occupation ; Gypsy: Mwenye doesn’t have a singular job, persay. She sells her services as a travelling Fortune Teller to make a few extra bits for things here and there, but prefers to do most of her business through trade.
#Powers and Abilities ; Not being burdened with seeing things at face value, Mwenye has developed the uncanny ability to see the truths within one’s soul, and what the future may have in store for them. She has also learned, at a young age, to carve trinkets to bring good luck, prosperity, etc.
Mwenye also speaks of ‘following the wind’ when she travels. This is part of her Gypsy upbringing, she has been blessed with the ability to know when and where she needs to go, making her travels a not so troublesome endeavor.
Due to her lack of sight, Mwenye’s hearing has picked up some of the slack. While it’s not as strong as a Bat Pony, her hearing keeps her from walking off a Cliff or into a River.
#Physique ; Somewhat thin with muscular legs from all her travelling.
#Mane and fur color and style ; Light Grey with Dark Grey stripes for both Mane and fur colors. Mane style is a mess, though slightly touched up with a brush.
#Eye color ; Dull grey.
#Other appearance details (optional) ; Mwenye usually wears a headband to keep her mane from flailing everywhere in the wind, and always has a ratty looking saddlebag with various symbols on it.
#Personality ;
Mwenye is generally upbeat, keeping a positive outlook on life. She tries to spread this outlook to those she meets, not wanting to hear the frown in their voice. She does this by sharing drinks, merriment and dance with those she talks to.
Despite this, when she stays in one place for too long, she grows dour, like the world is passing her by while she’s not going with it. While she doesn’t reciprocate this feeling with others she passes, she doesn’t feel as happy as she usually is.
When doing her readings, Mweynes mood changes altogether, bringing her to an almost boisterous entity, bringing the show forth to entertain her clients.
#History ;
Mwenye was born in a travelling carnival troupe to the Zebra Mystic that was her mother, and the Strong Man Earth Pony that was her father. Though the two were her only blood relatives, she grew up with the largest, most close-knit family anyone could ever hope for. Everyone in the troupe knew everyone else, and kept to a code of conduct while on the road that involved Pulling your weight to earn your keep.
Mwenye grew up on this philosophy, learning about Hard work and the value of the little things. When travelling through towns as a young filly, Mwenye would watch other foals laugh and play, and she would wonder how things would be if she were more like them, instead of a carnival-zebra. But that thought was quickly extinguished, not wanting to trade her upbringing for anything.
As she grew up, her mother taught her how to read tarot cards, tea leaves, and hooves to tell a fortune, as well as how to carve trinkets from stone, as good luck charms. She also learned how to make powders that can do various things from creating mystical fog, to changing the color of campfires temporarily. All for the profession she was being raised into.
One night, on the edge of Manehattan, the troupe was setting up the tents to bring in the city ponies. Mwenyes Father slipped while putting up the main tent, knocking loose one of the supports. The support fell toward Mwenye quickly, but she was able to move out of the way in time. However, the support broke a crate containing some of the ingredients her and her mother used for creating powders, which fell into a fire, causing a bright flash.
Mwenye stumbled back and blacked out from the sudden shock. Despite waking up a few minutes later, the world around her remained dark. She thought it was just a bad dream, and tried to rouse herself out of it, but she couldn’t. She had lost her vision, and would have to deal with it.
The first month was rough, and she tried to keep from bumping into too many ponies as she made her way around the camps, but she inevitably did. The ponies she had grown up around were understanding, and helped her along any way they could, until Mwenye started to hear hoofsteps or humming or even breathing of those around her, giving her a bit easier a time to travel through the camps.
After a few more months, she returned to her regular self, dancing and laughing with the others, and even started getting back into fortune telling despite her lack of true vision. She noticed that, when she was reading fortunes, the darkness seemed less dark, colors swirling in her mind to fill the gap they brought, giving her more of an insight into her fortunes.
A Few years later, her mother took ill while they were on the road. The doctors did what they could, but it had been no use, her mothers age had caught up with her, and she peacefully passed away. Her father followed suit a year later, leaving Mwenye with her adopted family.
The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Silvarius Tongueson the Second
#Age ; -grumbles-
#Gender/Preferred Pronouns ; Male/Male
#How did you find us? ; It was a dark and stormy night. I was bored out of my mind, and my friends were all away. That’s when I clicked a magical link. Suddenly, the world was filled with light. The storm broke, the birds sang, and Rainbows filled the sky! I knew then that I had found a wonderful place~
#Sample RP ;
Travelling for most meant a long ride in a train, or a long walk. To the carnival goers, it meant hauling a few heavy carts full of gear to the next town to try to scrape up a few bits, then using those bits to try to keep themselves fed… But loving every minute of it.
What, to most, would seem like too much work for too little reward was just another day for the group. Though the sweat beaded their brows and mud caked their hooves, they smiled all the while.
Mwenye was no exception to this rule. She travelled just as bright eyed and happy as the rest of them, even with her sunglasses on, hiding her impairment. She was hitched up right next to her mother, helping pull their fortune-telling tent.
”You know I would’ve done just fine on my own, right Mom?” Mwenye asked as the two walked.
”I was just making sure, hon, I know things can be a bit difficult with…” Her mother trailed off.
”I know I’m blind. No reason to dance around it. But I can read a fortune perfectly fine.” She replied.
”I still don’t understand how you can read someones hoof like that.”
”I haven’t quite figured it out either, but I can, and I’m not about to look that gift horse in the mouth.”
A Whistle echoed back from the front of the group. It was Big Top, calling for a halt. When everyone had stopped, two more whistles, one right after the other, signalled that this was where they’d be stopping for the night. A little more pulling on the cart to get it into the clearing on the side of the road, and everyone quickly got to work setting up camp for the night.
This was Mwenye’s least favorite part. She didn’t know the land around them, so she was less helpful than most. But she still helped carry firewood where they directed her, setting up the logs in the makeshift fire pits. Then, the sound of a flint being struck, and fire roared to life in three separate pits. Soon after, the smells of grilled vegetables filled the area, and the sound of Easy Squeezy and his Concertina filled the air. Shortly after, voices started joining the instrument.
Mwenye felt herself being lifted up to dance, a bottle being handed to her as she did. It was some of Grapevines juice. The best juice in Equestria, she was certain. One thing Mwenye wasn’t good at doing was telling time. All she knew was she had been dancing and carrying on with her extended family, eating her dinner in quick bites, because she wasn’t allowed a moment to sit down.
Finally, after what was likely a few hours of dancing, she was able to break away, making her way back over to where she had been picked up from and laying on her back on a small bedroll, smiling to the sky above her, enjoying her life.
