Post by rarity on Oct 23, 2012 17:27:10 GMT -6
||| RARITY |||
#Name; Rarity, Miss Rarity
#Age Group ; Young Adult; 19
#Gender ; All mare
#Species; Unicorn
#Cutie Mark ;Three blue gems form an unruly triangle on Rarity's flank. They represent her unique talent of locating/finding gems. However, to one who may not know her all that well, this cutie mark seems to signify her worth; that she is a 'rarity' indeed.
#Occupation ; Runs the Carousel Boutique, designing and creating the latest high end fashions for the ponies of Ponyville.
#Powers and Abilities ; {I am just repulsed by this, but alas..} The most powerful magic that Rarity possess is her ability, in fact talent, of finding obscure gems. She can do other things, rather naturally, like open doors, cut fabric, and sew things by use of her magic as well.
#Physique ; Rarity, choosing all her life to do less than [physically] strenuous work, has a naturally feminine figure consisting of slender legs, delicate hooves and wide hips. Her head is proportionately round, with an average, if not a bit small, unicorn horn at the epicenter. Her ears are small and pointed, generally upward, though occasionally- when distraught- down with displeasure.
#Mane and fur color and style ; Rarity's coat is, in a word, immaculate. Her fur is white with a silver tinge, giving her a sleek and rather petite look. She dawns a mane and tail that are both quite long, though kept out of the way by wearing them in lusciously think curls. The color of both is a beautiful fusion of violet and indigo, and she swears it’s au naturale. As one would suspect, not a hair is out of place on this pampered pony.
#Eye color ; Her eyes, a profound azure, are quite large, with long eyelashes to match. She has generously bestowed a layer of light blue eyeshadow upon them, as well as mascara, to increase definition.
#Other appearance details (optional) ; She is incredibly poised and gentle, taking her time to get from one place to the next, and walks with grace. Her chin held high, her mane fluffed to perfection, and a twinkle in her eye.
#A more thorough description (optional) ; [block quote]Although Rarity lives her day to day life without wearing clothing- she is quick to dress up if a situation calls for one to look more presentable, (be it a rainy day, or a fashion show.) When she does, however, it is in none other than one of her own creations that she no doubt worked tirelessly to perfect. Accessories are a different matter entirely. Rarity is often seen working in a pair of cherry red, retro, cat-eye style glasses that help her to see things such as stitching, or sequin placement more precisely. Out and about, a choice scarf, tiara or matching saddlebag are more than enough to make any filly- especially one as divine as Rarity- look exceptionally fabulous.
#Personality ;
Rarity, being a goal oriented pony, spends most of her life moving from project to project. It is hard work staying on top of all the new trends, and trying to make important contacts in this town! She thinks very highly of herself, but does so of others as well. She genuinely cares about their interests and hobbies just as much as the next pony, but is quick to spring her favorite things on them without a moments notice. After all, if she likes it, well why wouldn’t they? Generous to a fault, Rarity has a heart of gold, and hardly ever any ill intention- thought it may seem very much otherwise. The eloquent way in which she speaks was of her choosing, and after years of training, she still finds herself biting her tongue from time to time, (in order to hide that hideous temper that she is ever so prone to.)
Rarity, being who she is, is…dramatic. As commonly seen in fashion- it’s all about making a statement, and making yourself known. She overplays anything from a blouse, to a shoe, to an everyday event such as a picnic. To her, everything is an event, and she sees no harm in that. There is nothing smug or arrogant about Rarity. She realizes her worth on a realistic scale and holds herself to a superior standard, just as everypony should. She is classy and elegant; never the one to start arguments, and tries to avoid them the best she can, (but a lady is allowed to finish what has been started.) At times, her tongue is sharp, but that is always followed by an overflow of guilt and nonsensical upset on her behalf. (Unless we are speaking in terms of Blueblood.) One would consider Rarity to be slightly out of tune with her emotions, seeing as she is not always able to control them. Bouts of crying, stress, guilt, and rage aren’t totally common- but tend to appear once in a blue moon.
#History ;
Rarity was born and raised in Ponyville, by her parents: Magnum; her football-inclined father, and Pearl; her travel-savvy mother. Though they often found themselves jutting off to the next football game in Manehattan, or the Cider Drinking Contest in Appleoosa, Rarity was always left at home with a wonderful nanny by the name of Governess. At a young age she was showered with the finer things, seeing as her parents were initially on the wealthier side. What with having a father who had been a starter for the Manehattan team years and years ago, it came with quite a bit of entitlement, at least by Ponyville standards. Rarity appreciated all that they had, never yearning for anything other than more time with her beloved parents. But, travel called to them, and who was she to hold them back.
Governess was quite different from her parents. Governess was from Canterlot, and had recently retired to the quiet and calm of Ponyville, making a meager wage looking after her. She was poised and dignified. She spoke her words slowly, and meaningfully. Everything she did was graceful, even in her old age. Rarity adored her, and imitation is by far the best form of flattery. She quickly picked up on the mannerisms and dialect of her nanny, listening eagerly to the stories of her glory days in Canterlot. Why, it was far more interesting than any story about football.
As life moved onward, and times got tough, Rarity gleefully noticed the time spent at home by her parents. On the contrary, they were less than pleased to be stuck in Ponyville. Governess came to their home less and less often, until the point where she never returned. Rarity’s parents claimed it was for the best, but she certainly didn’t see how that made any sense at all.
After a severely downgraded move, and the birth of her little sister, Sweetie Belle, ten years her junior, Rarity began to understand what was happening. Her parents had lost their fortune, and with it, their ability to travel. She guessed this had been happening for years, but with another family member to take care of, she wasn’t sure what would become of them. Oh how she yearned to have one of her glory days back. No, much more than that- she wanted to go to Canterlot. To meet the Princess. To live like royalty, like she meant something- to everyone. She latched on to this dream with all her might- and swore one day it would be true.
One fateful day, she had worked diligently on designing costumes for her school’s play- but she knew something was missing. She had a talent for creative and fashionable design, and worked at it all the time, sure that it would be her cutie mark talent. She tirelessly tried out all different types of clothing design, trying to make it appear! She continued on, trying to make the costumes work- when a dazzling light appeared at the tip of her horn, and drug her straight out the door. At first, Rarity was terrified, completely unsure or what was happening to her, but soon she accepted it. Excited as to what may come of this adventure! Perhaps, her horn would reveal her true destiny! At long last, her left side collided with a boulder, and she was deeply dissatisfied. She stared in disbelief at the waste of time that had been spent here, and just as she was about to be on her way- something like an earthquake shook the plateau on which she was standing, thus causing the boulder to split in two. It revealed an awe inspiring number of jewels that made her eyes twinkle with delight. Rarity knew these were just what the costumes called for. And so, upon decorating the costumes with the gems, she received her cutie mark.
They continued their life as low class citizens of Ponyville for the next few years while Rarity broadened her talents and decided, with her parents blessing, to open up shop in their home. They didn’t mind the extra bits, and Rarity was doing what she loved. She clothed her parents and little sister in nothing but the very best, and took little commission on what she made for others. It didn’t take long for those who did not know of her, to learn about her and her exceptional skill with the needle. Rarity was quickly bombarded in work, and not making enough to purchase the materials she needed. She sullenly had to up the prices, and much to her surprise, it pushed nopony away. All of them sought after her one of a kind ensembles. They’d never seen anything like them, and what she would come up with next was always a mystery. Her popularity sky rocketed that year, and her family was incredibly grateful.
When Rarity finally turned eighteen, and the family had saved up more than enough bits, they moved closer in to town. However, not together. Rarity purchased a shop. It needed much renovation, but it was a project she looked forward to. With the help of many others, that was. And her parents, along with Sweetie Belle, moved into a home of their own. She was excited to live on her own, even though she couldn’t afford Canterlot, this was a start, and she was thankful.
A year passed since then, and Rarity’s business flourished. Her parents took back to traveling, but became much more aware of spending time with both Sweetie Belle, and Rarity. When they are away, the girls stay together at Rarity’s, and adore the chance to get closer despite their age difference. Rarity has met many friends and romantic interests in Ponyville, but still dreams of a day when she will move to Canterlot, especially now that she has been twice, (and PROVEN that it’s where she BELONGS.) And hopes to design extravagant gowns for none other, than Princess Celestia.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Alexis!
#Age ; 17
#Gender ; Female
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#Sample RP ;
“No, no…this simply will not do!” It was her fifth try today, what was wrong with her? Normally, ideas just came naturally- without thought. They were spontaneous, from every angle, but the pieces came together in the end to form a masterpiece. So what was going on? Why was today so different? She had finally gotten her room back in order after Sweetie Belle had, ever so graciously, “cleaned it.” Her eye twitched slightly, displaying that wretched nervous habit she had acquired. But, her thoughts came back to her, and she realized that had been over a week now. Surely things would have started to pick up again! Rarity glanced around her room, finally deciding that, perhaps a change of scenery would do the trick.
She trot down her spiral staircase, humming a light tune, and was soon down on the parlor floor. “It’s so stuffy in here. Why ever did I close all of these windows!” Most, if not all, of her questions were rhetorical. An answer from someone was either something she wished not to know, or an answer she wished she hadn’t received. If there was one thing she disliked, it was disagreeing with someone. Just the thought made her shiver. “Never mind that nonsense.” she stated, and with a slight focus, her trusted ice blue stream sparkled upon her head. It stretched out in front of her, grasping on to first, the curtains, and slid them to their respective sides, and secondly to the window, and pushed it slightly open. She continued this process with the remaining windows, and when finished, fanned a hoof in front of her face.
“Now then, now that that is finished…” she presented a smile to the brightly lit room. The sun’s rays made her featured outfits glitter, while the slight breeze gave them appearance of dancing. Her smiled turned coy, as she thought of just how dear these particular creations were to her. Why, there wasn’t a soul in the store and she was still worried somepony might just snatch them away. If they were to try and buy them, just what would she do? Her lower lip slipped under her teeth, eyebrows beginning to narrow in worried anticipation.
The front bell chimed, and the trot-trot-trot of another’s hooves against the marble floor regained her interest. Pull it together, Rarity. You can always make something else. Maybe not today, but another time… You should be thankful ponies want to buy your designs! she told herself, meeting them halfway through the room. “Welcome to the Carousel Boutique! I, Rarity, am the owner of this little shop, and have designed everything you see here, by myself.” A small hum of a laugh escaped her as she flipped her mane to it’s side. There was a great pleasure she received from giving that greeting to a potential client she hadn’t met before, “May I help you find anything?”
The coy, bluish filly rubbed her front hooves nervously together, “Wow, this shop is so pretty… I came to see if you had anything for…for well…” she blushed a deep crimson, “For a bride.” Rarity’s eyes dazzled; oh how she loved when brides would appear! They gave her hope for her future. “Why yes!” she sprang into action, “I have a whole closet in the back, come, come, look with me! Oh, I will find you something magnificent! Now, so you know, I also do hair and make up, so I can arrange that if need be--” Rarity turned back to look at the pony, who was incredibly unresponsive, “Wedding day jitters?” she coaxed.
“Um, no, well, maybe. It’s just that…Everything here is so expensive…there’s no way I could afford..well, anything, really. I just don’t want you to think I’m wasting your time, I should go.” The pony turned herself around, head low, and began towards the door. Rarity’s face fell in a similar fashion, not sure exactly what to do. Her things were expensive, but not wrongly so. The amount of love and effort she put into each garment, she was being more than fair…
“I don’t remember saying anything about a cost.” she questioned innocently, causing the mare to stop dead in her tracks. “What do you mean?” she asked with a craned neck.
Rarity cocked a hip and crossed her hooves, the innocence played up in her facial expression, “Who said this was going to cost you a thing? I was merely offering those services up as well. I want to make sure you look ravishing, after all.” The coy demeanor changed instantly as the pony came rushing over to Rarity.
“I must be dreaming, you can’t be serious!” her eyes were gleaming, starting to fill with tears in fact.
Rarity chuckled pleasantly, lowering her glasses off her head and down to the bridge of her nose. “Oh, I am quite serious my dear. In fact, I believe the dress I have in mind- is just the one for you. But, we will never know unless you try it on, now will we?” She smiled graciously, sharing this tender moment with the soon-to-be bride. But not long after, the mare rushed in the direction of the dresses ahead of Rarity, unable to tame her excitement. Rarity sighed, this reaction was more than payment enough. How she would ever conduct accurate business- she wasn’t sure. But as long as her clients were happy, then she, too, would be happy.