Screwball Apr 28, 2016 8:28:05 GMT -6
Post by screwball on Apr 28, 2016 8:28:05 GMT -6
||| Screwball |||
#Age Group ; Foal
#Gender ; Filly
#Species; Earth Pony
#Cutie Mark ; Screwball's cutie mark is - well - a screw and a baseball. Did you expect something different? What are you? Crazy?
#Occupation ; Professional Runaway, Part Time Inventor and Self-thought Craftspony
#Powers and Abilities ; Amazingly, Screwball's talents are significantly more productive than just being a nut job. Screwball is good with her hooves. She is good at working with what she has and putting together objects of varying function with as few materials as possible. Throw her a few pieces of wood and nails, she will make you a soapbox vehicle in no time. Throw in some string? Might make you a clock! With amazing accuracy and an inventive flair that sometimes goes right over her head, she seems to be able to produce some nifty gadgets (Some with odd and sort of pointless little addons) in such a way that it proves she is more of an idiot savant than anything. For example, the beanie she often times wears appears to be capable of giving her slow flight, and is purely an invention of her own creativity.
#Physique ; A little on the chunky side and short, with strong looking limbs and a slight belly and more of an overall stout yet young appearance often attributed to some of the better tended to young fillies with less than healthy diets.
#Mane and fur color and style ; Her mane appears to contrast her trim purple coat of fur rather significantly. It is a rather deep purple-tinted dark blue hue, with several streaks of white that seem to streak along her mane-do. Often times, people have described her style as being very curly and wild, reaching all the way down to her hooves and actually very well tended to ,despite having the appearance of toothpaste. Her tail is of a similar style - long and curly and brightly colored. Funnily enough, this strange coloration appears to be completely natural - streaks and all.
#Eye color ; Her eyes are one of her most defining features. The filly's peepers appear to be a deep purple, with a grape pupil and the iris being less of an iris and more of a constantly spinning and disillusional swirl of a lighter hue, giving her an almost hypnotizing gaze. Or just dizzying.
#Other appearance details (optional) ; It appears that this filly is almost always found wearing her signature banana and orange striped beanie, covering her scalp and apparently possessing the typical propellers found with beanies of this kind. Amazingly, this propeller beanie seems to be fully functional, with metal blades that appear to spin up and give her some slight flight and mostly hovering motion, much to her eternal giggling glee.
To pin down Screwball's personality is to try to understand profound confusion. She behaves almost anomalously - her behavior more befitting a small foal rather than the variable teenager she should be. She tends to deduce things like a foal - going for what is most fun and sometimes chaotic and random. Sometimes, she appears to be particularly impulsive...with no real regards for personal space and a willing giddiness when it comes to playing with others. Just don't expect her to stick to any form of rules for very long. Screwball is sadly insane. This is no overestimation nor exaggeration - at a young age she simply lost her mind. She does not deduce things rationally like others, she does not behave rationally and sometimes it is almost as if she is in her own little world.
Screwball's speech patterns can come off as a littler erratic. At times, she prefers using symbolism rather than directly referring to something. She moves rapidly on from topic to topic - sometimes balancing two at them at once for no particular reason - and often times has trouble controlling the level of her voice. Her attention is very easily taken away...which sometimes tends to lead to her announcing something she should be thinking about rather than keeping it in mind. Automatically, she tends to stick to the more cheerful side of conversations, coming off as bubbly and strange as can be. Many tend to find her almost a little too quirky, others charming and misunderstood. Whatever one may think - outwardly admitted or not - she tends to approach everyone with a unique sense of wonder.
Using her laughter and strange mannerisms to hide something deep beneath her. For few have been lucky enough to catch her tears falling in the midst of one of her laughing fits, or been at the recieving end of her suckling their ear like a foal seeking it's mother.
However, beyond that deep inner confusion and difficulty with emotion, this innocent filly isn't just peppy out of being screwy in the head. Her general outlook on life makes her genuinely estatic to befriend new people. She enjoys being around others - regardless of how they treat her - and actually picks up quite well on what the talents of others actually are. To her, the fact no one makes sense actually makes them even cooler! They're all such unique, beautiful beings and she loves them to death. From the swankiest designer to the biggest bully to the hardest worker...everyone is awesome!
The history of Screwball and her little condition begins long, long ago. So, I suppose one has to ponder - where does the madness begin? Is it some ancient curse placed upon an unfortunate family in the ages of chaos? Was it a special gift granted through magical means to strengthen the bloodline at the cost of coherence?
Nope. As long as they've existed, Screwball's familial line has always had a screw loose. Madness of some sort permeated all throughout the generations, a natural and genetic 'curse' that has left quite an unfortunate mark on their history.
Worse yet, every few generations, foals born baring the distinctive spiral eyes and bright color of their maddened ancestors are unfortunately born with their insanity, forced to perceive the world around them as a stange and confusing place. Yet, often times they are blessed with a profoundly unique perspective due to their birth condition. As common as the quirkiness was, so too was the profoundly curious perspective on life. The unique view of the world...and great inner happiness. One can feel a certain sense of pride that at the end of their lives, many of one's family members were carted away to an asylum with a big smile on their face.
Poor Screwball's mother had to slowly give in to her insanity. Before this transpired, she had managed to form a normal life...and even find a loving husband. Together, they had a little bundle of joy - right there in their little home in Ponyville, yet it was around the child's birth that the mother felt a strong pang of insanity. Before long, this fear was mixed with sorrow, as she looked into the eyes of her child and listened to her strange babbling that she knew...Madness was upon her. Her mother was afraid to bond with her daughter, yet the few times she could stand being in the same room with her - she showered her with affection and comfort, hoping to give her an enjoyable life. When her mother was sent away, Screwball didn't seem too sad.
As she was carted away, insane and babbling as she was, Screwball even told her father - in her own strange way - that mother was making so much sense that day! And even told him she was being carted off to a resort. The father was left heartbroken. Left with a difficult child who could barely interact with others without causing some strange form of hijinks (or just plain confusing them) and having just lost his wife, he was nonetheless determined to give Scewball a good life. He wanted her to get into crafts as he did, hoping she could perhaps take over the family business.
Much to his surprise, he left her with a pile of wooden planks, cloth, metal and bolts in the hopes he could show her a little toy his father had thought him to make...yet returned from going out and buying a few more bolts to find that his little Scewball had just taken the tools she found laying around and crafted herself a functional propeller beanie, against all form of logic. She spent that day hoveing around the house, hooting and playing her lips in glee, with father closely in tow - mostly screaming for her to fly lower.
Life was great. She had a loving parent, a good home, the world seemed a lot less confusing and scary. Yet...what little she had begun to understand was one day shattered. Voices from the ground floor drew her attention, and Screwball slowly hovered her way down. From behind a door, she could hear her father lamenting his daughter's difficult nature, citing that she was brilliant...yet unable to ever call him father in a way that made sense.
On that day, poor Screwball shed tears amidst stiffled giggles, and heard more than a few hurtful things thrown her way. In a fit of sorrow, the filly fled from her home, taking what few items meant anything to her (mother's dress, a year's supply of candy and the beanie) and she fled to the furthest reaches of Equestria.
For two years she wandered on her lonesome, doing whatever she wished, mostly things that made no sense , and inevitably finding her way back in Ponyville after a year of adventure. Man was that an adventure. For a while, the world made sense during her travels. A man she instinctively called "Mister D" came and made everything so much clearer for her. In that moment of revelation, she flew back home and ran right into her front porch and...subsequently fell into the empty lot that now stood in the place of her home. Poor Screwball had begun to panic. She went from pony to pony, desperately begging them to tell her where her father went. Yet even those that could understand her erratic fast-talk didn't seem to want to help her. Unbeknownst to her, this was mostly because they genuinely did not know. Many simply saw a crazy little filly, running around shouting at them and looking frustrated...yet still oddly buzzed.
Heartbroken, Screwball's mind closed in on itself. She was alone in the world. Yet she still had herself and her logic, right? So long as she had that blessing, she was never going to be sad again. So, still sticking to her candy supplies and doing her best to eke out a living selling her little creations...Screwball set out into the world. A world that made absolutely no sense...but - hey! What fun is there in understanding something...when you can make it so much nuttier?!
If the world didn't make sense, it didn't have to be that bad. She was alone, sure, but father was out there somewhere. And when she meets him again? He will be proud of her! Meanwhile, she was getting older. She knew she'd be an adult sooner or later. Perhaps, in the end - quirky, cooky Screwball figured that the best way to make people understand her plight a little bit better was to give them a little slice of her nuttiness. She still struggles to make friends, yet her immensely innocent outlook makes her almost painfully endearing and very pleasant to be around...when she actually makes sense.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; They call me OJ Venus
#Age ; Twenty-One
#Gender/Preferred Pronouns ; Mannado.
#How did you find us? ; I rubbed butts with the websites of fate.
#Sample RP ;
"Wait...huh? How does that even work?" The words didn't even get to settle upon the brown colt's lips as the strange purple filly before him demonstrated her device again. It seemed more than clear when the cuckoo within the minature hoofwatch shot out and blew bubbles into his face again that this particular toothpaste-head seemed to be enjoying herself a little too much. Eyes half shut in annoyance, he simply let them pelt him, as Screwball let loose a hooting-uproarious laugh, a giggle that rumbled through her and tossed her onto the ground, kicking and squealing, before she pointed to her little creation. "Hahahaha! You don't get it? Huh? Huh? Look - by the way, your mom has really nice doors - just gotta - hehehe - compress the propeller around here adding the right amount of autonomous force through the - it's a cool watch, seriously - emplaced cogs and - doodle-doo! There you go, it blows bubs!" .
She wasn't even trying to let it actually make sense. Sometimes, if she tried VERY hard, she could stop the giggling and jokes and deliver what tends to be an oddly sober and detailed explanation. She did that once around daddy. The problem was, well...he got a bit worried. She couldn't stop. She kept explaining and explaining and explaining until he stuffed her mouth with candy and - yep, that set her back on normal mode.
"...Huh? Man you are one screwy pony...But, hey."He looked back at his fiends, playing...waiting patiently for him to blow off the crazy little filly that always showed up doing something whacky and offered to give her stuff away.
She probably would do it for free, too, if somepony hadn't tied a sign to her. Probably someone feeling sorry for he. "...You do make cool stuff, sooo..." he subtly slid a rather sizable amount of his lunchbits into her hoof and took the watch off of her. Oh, Screwball looked down at her newly made bits with insane glee, cackling into the air as the colt rushed off to play. Once again, someone had proven to her that even if the world doesn't make sense...at least it gave her free stuff! Now she could sell this round stuff and make more candy!Precious, expensive candy. There was a candybank somewhere in town. Time to go visit it! "WoO-oo-ooo! Cool-mode-activated. Screwy! Engage your megaengines and speedaddle down to the local candy-gourmet!" And so she was off, dragging her butt against the grass and making propeller noises, off into the sunset once more...