Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2015 13:22:28 GMT -6
||| Shylette |||
Name: Shylette
Age Group: Young Adult
Orientation: Straight
Gender:Mare
Species: Breezie
Cutie Mark: Feel free to use either an image or to describe it in words.
Occupation: Being blown around Equestria
Powers and Abilities: Breezie Magic
Physique: Tiny, Thin and fragile (which is normal for a Breezie)
Mane and fur color and style:
Eye color:
Personality:
Although its to be expected of a breezie out on her own, Shylette is incredibly timid, even by breezie standards. She is soft spoken to the point of being inaudible. In fact, she does not speak at all, though whether she can or not, remains to be heard. On the rare occasion she attempts to communicate, she relies on body language and gestures to get her point across. Or at least, she tries to. Rather a coward, and easily brought to tears, she would rather hide in a corner and cry than face anything scary or dangerous or difficult. Which is just about everything! Ironically, this policy of running away has had two enormous benefits, one being the preservation of her life, the other being that she has become quite adept at taking advantage of air currents, and can navigate them well.
History:
Shylette was born into a very large, very comfortable, very well established brugh, known as The Starsea, hidden in a warm oceanic cave. Breezies here had chipped homes out of the smooth rock walls and the place was lit by the soft glow of luminescent glowworms, creating a beautiful representation of the starry night sky which was reflected in the water below, thus creating the name. Though the glowworms had to be treated with respect, as they could be potentially dangerous to the breezies, they rid the cave of other insects, too.
Although some of the typical mosses, lichens and mushrooms were grown, the brugh made use of the kelp and seaweed that drifted in on the tide, not only for eating, but also for building tiny rafts and canoes out of. These they would use occasionally to leave and return to Starsea, which could only be done during low tide. Because the area around the brugh was rather rocky and a bit barren, it was safer for the fairie ponies to venture out and about than in many another place, and families would often take a ‘holiday’ outside together.
While Shylette was still young, just finished growing her wings, her family took one of these holidays out. They were having a picnic on a large rock, as big as an island to them, when out of nowhere, an osprey pounced among them, scattering the family and seizing little Shylette in one of its talons before carrying her off! Her parents did try to chase after the sea hawk, but they were soon left behind. The Osprey returned to its own nest, full of hungry chicks. It looked like the end for poor Shylette, and indeed, this would have been the shortest and saddest history ever recorded, except that at the last moment, the nest was in turn attacked by a bald eagle, looking for food for it’s chicks. In the ensuing scuffle, a cooperative gust of air blew the little breezie right out of danger.
Or, well, almost.
Shylette was, by this time, completely and utterly lost. She knew her cave was on a sea shore somewhere, but being new to flying and only being able to see the cave itself during low tide, it soon became apparent that it was a hopeless cause to flutter up and down the coastline searching. The sea winds were harsh and strong, always trying to blow her into rocks and cliffs, and out in the open, she was terrified of being spotted by another hunting bird. Without knowing what else to do, she was carried inland on the wind and continues to wander to this day, always vaguely hoping to find another breezie brugh that she might join.
-The Roleplayer's Corner
Nickname: Coffeefox
Age: Lol
Gender: Lady
How did you find us?: I rose out of the sea in Tokyo, and after destroying a few buildings, someone gave me a computer and this website to keep me busy.
Sample RP:
The pond was calm compared to the ocean, but Shylette still liked the feel of sleeping near the water, the quiet slap and shoosh of waves, no matter how tiny. She uncurled and stretched herself even as the water lily she’d slept inside for the night followed suit, opened its bud, and showed its creamy white heart to the world. The little breezie raised her head and peered around cautiously before stepping down from the flower to the wide green lilypad. Her feet made hardly an indent in the round leaf, and it took her added weight with no trouble at all. Water lilies were such a comfortable place to sleep, if rather small. Every evening the petals closed snugly around the little occupant, with a small supply of pollen and nectar within to keep her safe and fed, from owl and bat until the sun rose again. How Shylette wished that she could sleep in them year round!
But no, long before the frosts began to fall and the water of the pond froze, the petals would fall away from the lily, leaving behind only it’s strange, spider-faced seed pod. And before then, she must try to find a more permanent place to hole up, an abandoned bird house, an empty squirrel’s nest, an old mouse hole. She must find it and improve it and store a winter’s supply of food there, or else be able to reach food easily from it. And perhaps, just perhaps, she might make it through another winter.
Shylette shivered in anticipation of the coming cold, and looked down into the clear water of the pond. Deep under the water, a fish moved lazily among the reed stems, looking for food. It was time for her to seek out some breakfast, too!
