Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2012 20:28:44 GMT -6
||| Fleetfoot |||
#Name: Fleetfoot
#Age Group: Young Adult
#Gender: Mare
#Species: Pegasus
#Cutie Mark: A golden horseshoe cradled between a pair of white wings
#Occupation: Wonderbolt!
#Powers and Abilities: Fleetfoot is remarkably swift both by foot and by wing!
#Physique: Small, sleek and speedy!
#Mane and fur color and style: Fleet's fur and feathers are a solid, light aquamarine and her mane and tail are cloudy cyan at it's roots which lightens to white as it grows out. And it grows out wild and wispy!
#Eye color: Steel blue
#Personality:
As a Private Pony:
As a normal, everyday pegasus, Fleetfoot tends to be quieter, more reserved. Indecisive and uncertain, she doesn't like to be stared at, so she doesn't socialize much on her own. Although not adverse to making new friends, she tends to let other ponies take the lead and direct the conversation. When on her own, Fleetfoot has the habit of being lazy and avoiding work by either sleeping or going off 'to do something FUN.'
As a Wonderbolt:
When in uniform, however, what a difference then! The indecisiveness and uncertainty vanish, and Fleetfoot the wonderbolt is brave and strong and (at least in her own mind) ready for anything! The uniform holds a special significance for Fleet, giving her a feeling of anonymity and protection from the stares of others. It gives her the freedom to act the way she wishes, without fear of criticism. Although she can, if she puts her mind to it, outspeed Spitfire and Soarin', she loves those two like family and would follow them without question into the heart of a volcano.
#History:
Fleetfoot was just another average everyday pegasus filly in Cloudsdale. Though she learned to fly early, she was never considered a talented flier. She was proficient, nothing more, and she didn't seem to care very much. She preferred reading, or play, or even sleep, to practice. Her parents, Misty Morning and Easy Breezy, tried to get her interested in the manufacturing and management of weather, supposing that might be where her talent lay, but Fleet had even less interest and skill in the weather than she did in fancy flying. She remained cutie-markless far beyond the normal age, and it bothered her parents more than anypony else. They began to get stricter with her, sure that if they just pushed her a little, she would 'Straighten up and fly right.' The result was just the opposite. Fleet couldn't understand the sudden change, and she became extremely reserved and self conscious. Happier on her own, she avoided other ponies, especially her parents, whenever possible.
Her parents were in despair that she would have to become a mail-pony (which to them, was what any pegasus with no future or talent went into) but even that was better than nothing. So they sent her down to ground on an apprenticeship to try it out. And for a time, things went well. It was a pretty solitary job, and Fleetfoot found that she could do it really fast and have the rest of the day to herself, with pay! in fact, within a week of managing her own little route of mail, she had earned her cutie mark and was known as 'the fastest on the mail force.' Her life seemed pretty much set at this point, and while she couldn't help feeling that it wasn't quite right, she couldn't think of anything better, so she dismissed the feeling.
It took a storm to change everything.
That year was her town's turn to raise the water for Cloudsdale, and, being a Pegasus, she was expected to take part, young as she was. All went well until two wingless fillies, who had wanted to watch, got too close and got sucked into the funnel! It was an extremely dangerous thing, not only for the fillies themselves, but also for all the Pegasai, who could not risk stopping at this critical point and losing control, yet might be struck and injured by the little ones! Fleetfoot saw the danger, and almost without thinking, she kicked into high gear! She shot halfway around the hurricane, passing every other pegasus there, and caught hold of one of them.
Getting that filly to bite down hard on her tail, she shot upwards through the center of the hurricane,through the water, filly in tow, to try and reach the other one in time. But it was too late! The storm flung that poor pony out like it was disgusted with it! Frantic, Fleetfoot shot after it pushing herself to her limit and beyond! Only mere seconds from total filly splatdown, the little pegasus, with the first filly still chomped on to her tail, caught hold of the second and pulled her out of what surely would have been a fatal face-dive! The horn sounded a few moments later and the Pegasai pulled out in perfect formation, to find Fleetfoot neatly hung over an oak branch, wings all tangled up, clinging to one filly with her fore-hooves, the other little filly dangling from her tail!
The current captain of the Wonderbolts saw it too, and wondered why this little speed demon had not been brought to his attention before! It took a very short conversation with some other Pegasai, an even shorter conversation a few days later with her parents, who were simply thrilled, and Fleetfoot found herself being deposited at Flight Academy without so much as an explanation. Because any Pegasus with that much speed must want to be a champion flier, right?
Naturally, things started off just great for Fleetfoot. The other cadets were competitive and pushy, and discipline was hard. She spent all her days practicing, eating, sleeping, and being shouted at. Misery did not even begin to describe the way she was feeling. She had trouble getting up in the morning, she had trouble with flight maneuvers, she had trouble getting along with her group, she had trouble getting up an appetite for meals. It's a sad day when you can't even eat right! She was on the verge of getting expelled and sent home, When a certain fiery young pegasus, who'd been keeping an eye on her discreetly, suggested that she put on the full uniform and try a difficult maneuver on her own.
Fleetfoot found that the uniform helped. a Lot. Without everypony seeing her and judging her, she had the courage to do things that she wouldn't before. It didn't matter if she messed up, because no one could tell who she was! It would be exaggerating to say that after that day, everything got magically better and she never had any trouble ever again, but that day was definitely the turning point for her. Under the friendly tutorship of Spitfire, (and Later, Soarin') Fleetfoot gained confidence and skill. Hard work became like play for her, and soon, she was near the top of her class. She became closely attached to those two pegasai, and when they became Wonderbolts, she did too!
The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname: Coffee
#Age: Makin Granny Smith look like a foal XD
#Gender: Definitely not not not not a ...girl. I think.
#How did you find us?: Guided by the star of ...I forget.
#Sample RP:
Fleetfoot rolled over restlessly on her cloud. Somepony was banging on her door. Maybe if she was really quiet and pretended not to be home, they would go away. The knocking continued, and that somepony was now shouting. After a careful listen, Fleetfoot determined that there was no urgency or panic in the tone, and that therefore, this was not an EMERGENCY. It was probably just a delivery. She pulled a coverlet of cloud over her head and snuggled deeper into her bed. The next couple minutes were tense as a battle of wills were fought. At one point, Fleet thought that if she had gotten up to start with, answered the door and dealt with whatever it was, they would be gone and she would have been back to dreamland by now. This almost got her up, then she realized that she had already delayed this long, they must be ready to give up soon!
Ah, good. They had stopped now. with a sigh, Fleetfoot relaxed, prepared to drift back to sweet, sweet sleep. Suddenly the cloud-covers were yanked off! The Pegasus mare gave a yelp of protest and made a grab for them, only to find herself nose to nose with Spitfire! The captain of the Wonderbolts gave an amused smile at her surprise and glanced back over her shoulder. An open window behind the mare proclaimed how entry had been obtained.
"We- That's you, Soarin', and I- have a photo shoot and autograph session in 15 minutes. You need to get dressed... now!" The mare was using her drill sargent voice, and it worked like a charm, as it always did. Though Fleetfoot was not intimidated by it as a new cadet might have been, she knew that when Spitfire used it, she meant business! The uniform was on in less than a minute, and as she always did, Fleetfoot felt the rush of confidence, energy, and pride that it gave her. She was a Wonderbolt! She could do anything! She even stood straighter!
