Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2015 13:57:41 GMT -6
||| Starberry ||
#Name: Starberry
#Age Group: Foal
#Orientation: Very Straight
#Gender: Filly
#Species: Bat Pony
#Cutie Mark: A cluster of Starberries
#Occupation: Starberry Collector
#Powers and Abilities: Starberry seems to have the ability to understand the starberry bush, where to find it, how to make it grow, when to harvest them and when to leave them alone. Starberries being very rare, and impossible to cultivate, she can supply a kind of food difficult to obtain otherwise.
#Physique: Thin and Spindly, very Frail and Fragile.
#Mane and fur color and style: Starberry’s mane and tail are ragged and short, but a nice rose-pink color.
#Eye color: Electric blue
#Personality:
A bat pony of surprising passions, given her small statue and her young age. With an immense need to be loved, Starberry is extremely affectionate and cuddly with other bat ponies, to the degree of instantly trusting any pony with a pair of bat wings, whatever their motive. Desperate to hold somepony, anypony’s attention, once she has it, she tends to add “And! And!” or “But! but!” to the end of every sentence, to buy herself just a precious few more seconds of time to think of the next subject she can talk about. Because as long as she’s talking, as long as she can hold their interest, she can be seen. She matters. Otherwise, she knows that she’d just be ‘in the way’ and anyone she loves would be too busy to pay attention to her...
With other creatures, her reaction is rather varied. Too innocent and sheltered to have any idea of speciesism other than “Bat Pony” and “Not Bat Pony” she tends to be quiet and timid to non-bat strangers. Yet, should they appear to pose some kind of threat to her or anyone she loves, Starberry becomes a little flame of fury, and will recklessly and bravely attack anyone and anything, regardless of comparative size and danger. Whether she can really do much damage, with her frail body and tiny baby fangs is a different story. That said, Starberry has the slow steady patience of a sickly child, and she is not above waiting her time to take a cruel revenge when the opportunity presents itself.
Warning: Kleenex Required Past this Point! Just Kidding... Maybe.
#History:
Starberry was born into the Moonstone Colony of the unicorn range, a bat colony extremely isolated from the rest of the ponies of Equestria. even from her first days, there was something just a little strange about her. She cried very rarely, and not very strongly. Her color was never good. She didn’t squiggle or try to crawl around much, like other babies. She slept almost all the time. Despite the traveling distance and the irritation of the daylight hours, her parents brought her to Canterlot to see a doctor.
The diagnosis was not encouraging. Starberry was diagnosed with severe aortic valve stenosis, an inoperable birth defect of the heart that made the one side of the heart work much harder than it ought. She would need to be kept quiet at much as possible, and prevented from exerting herself. She ought not cry, run, fly for any extended distances, climb rocks, romp, or be allowed to get upset, or do anything that would make her damaged heart work any harder than absolutely necessary.
To complicate matters, upon returning home to the colony with a very weak little baby bat and an bucket of bad news, Starberry’s mother found herself pregnant with a new foal already. Because of the distance from the Moonstone Colony to anywhere else where Starberry could be given treatment if she got sick, because they had many other worries, and because they simply didn’t know what to do to help her, her parents and the entire colony began to treat the little bat like she was made of glass. They rarely told her no- but they rarely told her anything else. Other foals were discouraged from playing with her, lest they should ‘rile her up’ or ‘tire her out’ Adults did not want to pick her up and cuddle her, both for fear of hurting her and also the fear of becoming attached to her. Many of the bats didn’t think she would live to get her cutie mark.
Starberry never understood what was behind the way she was treated, but she saw that she was treated differently, and she felt unloved. She knew about her condition of course, she heard about it all the time from the few who would talk to her- but she never linked it in her mind that it created the situation. She believed there was something wrong with her. She learned to play, albeit quietly, by herself in either out of the way corners of the colony’s cave or out in the moonlight. Wandering about slowly, she had time to take notice of things with her big blue eyes- things other bats never bothered to study.
Starberries are a favorite food among bats, but Starberry had an especial love for the tongue-sparkling fruit. Being by herself as much as she was, she never had to rush upon a bush, suddenly discovered, and try and stuff as many as she could in a batty free-for-all. When Starberry found her namesake, she could take her time, eat slowly, and observe. This led to her coming to an unconscious understanding of the plant, and she got very good at looking for the kinds of conditions they liked to grow in.
One night, during a full moon, she quietly went out for the night and returned at dawn with a basket brim-full of Starberries- and her cutie-mark besides. Though she now provided an admired and rather useful talent, Starberry was still treated the same as ever. Other foals her age began taking notice of the way she was never scolded and allowed to do whatever she wanted… and they resented it.
Finally, while playing with a small pile of stones in one of the many out of the way corners, Starberry was confronted by a group of colts in her age group. They began teasing her, but she was so pleased by the attention that the mockery fell rather flat. Annoyed, one colt shoved her, hard, against a column of stone. It was just place where a stalactite and stalagmite met- it bore no weight at all of the ceiling, but coincidentally enough, a genuine earthquake began just a few seconds later. Stalactites where shaken from the ceiling, along with heavy rocks, and many bats in the cave at the time were injured, though nopony was killed.
The colts who had been trying to torment her were quick to blame the filly for the earthquake and consequential cave-ins, and in the illogical way of frantic people who have just been terrified out of their wits, the colony turned against Starberry in a grand show of mob-mentality and threw her out.
Starberry went, without even a protest of innocence.The Roleplayer's Corner
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#Sample RP:
The little bat filly raced, stiff legged, like a foal who does not know how to use her legs properly yet. Hood pushed back, dull green-grey cloak flying out behind her, Starberry could not tell if the timberwolves had followed her out of the dark and dangerous forest she’d found herself in. At first, she’d thought she might find a Bat colony in such a place, for it’s gloom, even in the brightest daylight, would be pleasing to a sensitive-eyed bat and the wild pathless woods reminded her of the isolated Moonstone colony of her birth. But all she’d found in there were manticores and timberwolves!
A long, drawn out howl sent shivers down Starberry’s spine and she tripped and tumbled down an incline, coming to rest in a heap at the frozen shore of a lake, or large pond. She couldn’t tell which it was. They were coming! Scrambling to her feet, gasping for air, the little filly half skittered, half fluttered, out across the ice. Then came the terrifying, clacking sound of wooden footsteps closing in. With a tiny little battlecry, the filly spun around to face the predators, determined to take out an eye before they gobbled her up, but-! With a crack, a splash, and many mournful yelps, the entire pack of heavy wooden wolves plunged through the ice. Of course, even if they hadn’t been canine and thus, could swim, they were still wood. So of course they bobbed right back up to the surface. However, they could not pull themselves out of the hole in the ice. As they tried to climb upon the ice’s edge to haul themselves out of the water, it crumbled away under them, sending them back into the water again and again.
Starberry, after a long, amazed stare, turned and quietly picked her way back to shore while they were distracted. There was a town in the distance, and she made for that. Ponyville, a sign read. She wondered what kind of place it would be. But if nothing else, it would be safer than here, and might have a warm dark corner for her to rest in. The sun was rising!
