Post by leontrifera97 on Dec 28, 2012 21:56:31 GMT -6
||| INK SCRIPT |||
#Name; Ink Script
#Age Group ; Teenager
#Gender ; Male
#Species; Unicorn
#Cutie Mark ; An inkdrop falling into an inkwell
#Occupation ; Author
#Powers and Abilities ; Ink Script hasn't ever really focused on his magical abilities. He only uses it to write, and lift things.
#Physique ; Tall, but otherwise average
#Mane and fur color and style ; He has grayish blue colored fur. His mane and tail are black. He has a messy mane, but keeps it from being completely wild
#Eye color ; Green
#Other appearance details (optional) ; Ink wears reading glasses, and scarves during winter.
#Personality ;
Ink is nice most of the time. He's very friendly. It's just that, he's not good at making friends. In order to make friends, you need to be able to approach them. Ink cannot approach ponies. Ink has an overbearing shyness that can't let him approach ponies.
But, if you manage to get him past the approaching part, you'll see his personality burst forth. Ink is friendly, and open with his opinions. He can be sarcastic, and tries to crack jokes a lot. He's not really one to shy away from helping a friend in need, unless they need help with a pony he doesn't know.Then, he shivers away in fear.
But, he's a writer. That's what he does. If there's any surefire way to be friends with him, talk about his stories. You will see his entire form brighten up. He loves pouring out his creativity onto paper, and will share it with any who care to here.
#History ;
Ink grew up in the artistic city of Canterlot. He was barraged with high classes of art and music. This influenced him greatly. Ink began writing at an early age. His mother cheered him on, but his father wanted nothing to do with this. He believed that a pony should make a living from hard work, not writing.
Ink continued writing, because, well, he loved it! Then, his mother pulled him aside, telling Ink that she could help get him published. So, Ink poured every waking minute into his writing. Then, he finished the book, and sent it in. It was a huge success. When the published product found its way into his hooves, his cutie mark appeared. Ink knew this was what he was meant to do. His father didn't think so.
Ink's parents began arguing almost every day, and before long, a messy divorce lead to the child custody of Ink Script being given to his father. His father forced them to move out of Canterlot. Ink gave his farewells to his mother, and then was taken away.
His father wanted him to get a real job. So, he searched for a small town. During this search, he found the city of Ponyville. He told Ink that this was their new home. Ink, not exactly thrilled to be miles away from the city of his birth, accepted this, knowing that if he ever finished another book, he could just send it in the mail to his mother. They settled down, and Ink still has no job, except that of a writer.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Snow, but some have taken to my character, RD
#Age ; 15
#Gender ; Male
#How did you find us? ; Already been here
#Sample RP ;
Ink Script clopped down the street, looking around for... well... muse! Anything that could inspire a character, or create a scene. He needed it for his next book, because he had hinted at a sequel for the first... Kinda wish I hadn't... Didn't develop Garnet Dreams that well... Still can't believe they ate up that character... Fandom was weird. At least he had fans.
"Hey! Excuse me!" Ink froze, seeing a pony walk up to him. "Um, I'm new in town, could you point me towards the library? I was looking to see if they had The Lost Chronicles of Garnet Dreams..." Ink's eyes widened. She's a fan... Come on, just say it... Say you are the author... Use your words!
Ink opened his mouth, but nothing came out. She just tilted her head to the side, frowning. You can do it! Just say, I am the author. Say it! Say it, already! Ink's hoof raised, an he pointed towards the library. She smiled, and walked up to him. Ink was powerless, and speechless, as she kissed his cheek, causing him to blush immensely.
"Thanks." She clopped off in the direction he pointed. Ink sighed, his entire body seeming to lower in frustration. Nice, Script. You, my good sir, are a grade A idiot.
"Well, that went great. Wonder what'll happen if you actually become famous. You'll probably sit at a book signing, mouth hanging open, just staring widely at a bunch of ponies. And you'll look like an idiot." Ink Script sighed, and began walking again, this time, less enthusiastic.
