Post by mothmark1 on Dec 8, 2012 10:15:17 GMT -6
||| TIMBERSHIVER |||
#Name; Timbershiver
#Age Group ; Adult
#Gender ; Male
#Species; Earth Pony
#Cutie Mark ; An x as in on a treasure map
#Occupation ; Travel Writer
#Powers and Abilities ; N/A
#Physique ; Pretty small for a stallion, just a little bigger than the girls
#Mane and fur color and style ; Poofy and messy, but messy in just the right way that takes him hours to prefect
#Eye color ; Orange
#Other appearance details (optional) ; His front right leg is amputated, he has a peg leg
#Personality ;
Probably the only thing that he cares about more than himself, and he thinks he's awesome, is other ponies. He kind of explodes into a cloud of embraceable maternity at the slightest provocation. Having a bad day? "Ohmygodthat'shorrible! I've never met anyone who's had a bad day before, allow me to stop everything and focus entirely on you while you tell me your problems and I commiserate. Please, allow me to share my chocolate with you while we sit in front of the fire and fix this problem together!" And that's how he is with people he's barely even met. With people like his sister he's even worst. His sister is on a pedistle to him. Her happiness is his happiness.
He doesn't really take the middle path as they say in buddhism, he's way over there on the extreme professionals only hiking trail. Going on a trip? Must bring only the bare essentials! CAMP IN THE EVER FREE FOREST WITH NOTHING BUT A TOWEL! Run to the store! Eat the whole cake! Clean all of the things! Even being lazy, Lie in till three! Mostly though it's reflected in his romantic notions. Got a crush on another pony? "I will shower him with presents then cut off his hair and eat it!"
So most of the time He's very good. He's careful with what he says and he's polite, and he doesn't over step boundaries. I'd say he has a good emotional intelligence. True his constant hyperactivity can get on people's nerves but for the most part he's very meticulous with his choice of words; even if he doesn't execute a calming atmosphere. Timber has been known to divert from the lotus path every now and again. His tenancy to over do things turns him into a control freak and he sees his friends has his charges. He can over do things a lot and that means that he turns mountains into mole hills. When he sees his friends doing something he doesn't agree with, or if he sees his friends getting disrespected he can get extremely rude and catty.
He's Hyperactive! GottagoGottagoGottagogogo! Every day, every way, carping one diem at a time! Life's the thing that happens when you make other plans! Hell nah! He'd never get caught with his plans around his ankles. He's always got something on his schedule. Hanging with friends, tea parties, rock fights, Clubbing, city wide werewolf tag!
And okay so there's the little problem he has, sometimes, not all the times, but sometimes. He kind of goes from teddy-bear mode to grizzly-mode. It takes a lot to make him mad. ninety-nine times out of a hundred he'll just get upset. He hardly ever gets angry. When he does get angry though, it's not pretty. He has absolutely no good outlet for that emotion. He usually ends up hurting someone, sometimes even physically.
#History ;
Timber was aces at being a baby. He could cry and poop and sleep like no one's business. Even if his older sister were a little jealous of how much attention he was getting he did not stop being adorable. He can't stop being adorable, it's part of his dna. Also part of his dna is disease, apparently.
Yeah, when he was two he told his parents he broke his leg. They looked at it, told him to stop over reacting and to go back to playing. I think after the second day of Timber refusing to run around outside, and just laying there like a possum when his sister was playing "kick the foal" they began to get a little nervous. When confronted Timber insisted his leg was broken. His father took him to the hospital where they found a rash on the side of his front right leg near to his joint.
He was sent home with a regimen of potions that were meant to keep the rash from spreading while the doctors decided what the best course of action was. Timber's dad brought him icecream on the way home and explained to his sister that he had a "bad rash" on his leg. His sister named it Count Rashula and then they all drew pictures of it. He took his first set of potions that night and was too sleepy in the morning to be administered the next dose. He woke up at one in the afternoon, took another set of potions and slept until seven. At which point he threw up. The first few weeks were a lot like that until his body grew some immunity to the medicine and he spent his days in a fluish haze, but at least he was awake.
For years he was barraged with potions and doctor visits and medicine that his parents made him take. It didn't matter anyway, the potions weren't working and then the doctors started talking about amputation. When he was the age when most colts got their cutie marks he had his leg amputated. He's been well for years now! And he lost his leg just in time for him to hit puberty and realize that having one leg meant no dates forever. Not that he's really concerned about dating. He's more interested in finding a girl that he's attracted to. Back when he was sick he stayed in his room all day and read fairy tales. He has a lot of didactic ideas about romance. He figures the only reason he hasn't found a girl he's attracted to yet is because he hasn't met his soul mate yet, and when their eyes meet it'll be like lightning and they'll be together forever. ...And the reason that he's found several stallions he's attracted to is... shut up.
Long after when foals normally got their cutie marks Timber was still a blank flank. He blamed it on the fact that he'd never done anything in life. He kept moping around Canterlot, walking his block, doing all the same old things. He never felt as if the world was made for him, he felt like his lack of a leg was preventing him from seeing the world. He started getting stir crazy and just decided to take the train out of the city and go somewhere. That somewhere was Ponyville. It was meant to be only a day trip but the train broke down on the mountain path. While the Ponies were fixing the train Timber and the rest of the passengers milled around. Ever restless Timber decided to take a walk but he slipped on the rocks and tumbled down into the Everfree forest. He instantly became scared and disoriented, wandered into thorn bushes, narrowly missed being turned to stone by a cockatrice, and fell into not one, not two, but three different ravines. He lay down and gave up the ghost when he wandered into a fog bank but then the fog cleared and he found himself in a ruined castle, staring at the elements of harmony from his foal's book. The sight made the entire trip worth while! The next morning he walked back through the forest and found himself noticing all the things he didn't before; the beautiful trees and the wild flowers, and the mysterious wild life. When he emerged in Ponyville he found his cutie mark had appeared on his leg. Ever since that day he's dedicated his life to learning and exploring the world around him.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Moth
#Age ; 22
#Gender ; Girl
#How did you find us? ; Proboards Support
#Sample RP ;
From a HP Next Gen as 13 year old Harry Dursely:
Harry always arrived at Transfiguration early, the kind of early that let people know that he had no friends (or at least none that he valued more than transfiguration.) While Harry had no friends to compare to his love for transfiguration he could say with some confidence that even if he did he didn't think that they would compare with his love of transfiguration... if that makes sense.
He loved the class, he loved the subject, he loved the books, he loved that it was a magical mix of challenge and reward, and he loved the teacher. Professor Powell was funny, but not vapid; he was smart. Harry was smart too, but Powell proved that one could be smart and have enough social skills to make kids shut up and learn. So really he was everything that Harry wanted to be.
Harry walked into the transfiguration class room stopping by Digger's desk. "I read ahead again sir, I really think I'm ready learn about Animaguses, honest" Harry pleaded his usual plea while his hand silently rolled one of Digger's cigarettes off of his desk and up his sleeve. Like I said, Digger was everything Harry wanted to be.
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