Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 12:11:57 GMT -6
||| Woozi Booz |||
#Name:Woozi Booz
#Age Group: Young Adult
#Gender: Mare
#Species: Unicorn
#Cutie Mark: Two grape leaves
#Occupation: Artisan vintner, distiller, and brewer
(aka Maker of fine things to put in your face)
#Powers and Abilities:
Universal Unicorn Magic: Spells such as levitation, illumination, ect that all unicorns know.
Drinkcrafting Magic: Spells for Carbonating, Aging, and Purifying
(all only work on liquids)
Spell of Impermanence: Some of Woozi's drinks have magical effects (from the plants used, not her.) This spell makes sure such effects are only temporary.
Sobriety Spell: A failsafe spell in case she's ever in a situation where all hell breaks loose, this spell removes inebriation. Can be cast individually or en masse, but is difficult to cast and must be performed when she is herself sober. Does not remove hangovers. Tough luck.
#Physique: Petite and maaaaaaybe little plump.
#Mane and fur color and style: Dark wine-colored fur with wavy, rosy mane and tail, lightening to carnation at the ends
#Eye color: Dark forest green
#Other appearance details (optional): Usually ties both mane and tail back with wide, forest green ribbon.
#Personality:
As you might expect from someone who makes carbonated drinks, Woozi can be very bubbly herself. Put her in a room full of people ill at ease with each other, and she'll try to get them to open up and talk to each other. Admittedly, a bottle of alcohol to taste for free (or Non-alcoholic if you're a foal) really helps get things started, and this is why Woozi almost always has a couple of bottles of something on her. Unfortunately, Woozi's also been known to start a few riots too, usually as a result of ponies not knowing when to stop tasting!
Playful and Flirtatious, Woozi very much enjoys the verbal sparring and battles of wit that comes from talking to some ponies. She loves nothing better than to take your pick-up line, stand it on it on its head, and turn it back on you- all in playful fun, of course. But sometimes, Woozi has been known to go a little too far in her flirting, and give other ponies the impression that she means more than she really does. It isn't said with the intention to mislead or break hearts- She just has trouble knowing when to stop. In reality, Woozi has a great deal of trouble connecting and relating to other ponies on any sort of serious level- anything beyond a fun friendship is very difficult for her to cope with.
Woozi can also be painfully blunt and direct, sometimes airing your dirty laundry just for the fun of getting to use a clever joke at your expense. Because such statements never bother her- she would probably enjoy the challenge- she doesn't realize that it makes other ponies uncomfortable sometimes. However, she is not cruel, and once she sees that she has upset somepony, she will either turn the conversation to poking fun at herself, or change the subject and apologize discreetly.
#History:
Woozi was born in Canterlot, but it was not her destiny to stay there long. When she was still a small foal, a devastating house fire resulted in the death of her parents. Woozi, an only foal and much pampered, was very close to her parents and their loss, so sudden and unexpected, was excruciatingly painful. She had relatives, a childless aunt and uncle who lived on an orchard, but though they were exceedingly kind and loving to her, they were never quite able to breach the grief and sorrow that surrounded and isolated the little foal. Woozi decided very early that those who loved, lost, and determined never to grow such close attachments to any pony ever again. For their sake and hers.
When the worst of her grief had passed however, Woozi found life on the orchard rather interesting, and became fond of her aunt and uncle in time. They worked very hard, and always seemed to have eight places to spend every bit earned, so Woozi began looking for things to do on the side to help out. One summer, she opened the childhood business of almost every pony's youth- a lemonaid stand. Like most such stands, affectionate adults were her main clientele, but it was discovered that Woozi's lemonade was actually quite good. When word spread, business really took off. Woozi decided to expand into other kinds of fruit juices, and before the month was out, she was really drawing in the bits! She cheerfully shared half of her earnings with her aunt and uncle (whose fruit she was using) but she still had plenty of bits to spend on things she liked. Before autumn came, Woozi Juicies was a household name in her small town, and the pony herself had a fine new cutiemark to show for her efforts- a pair of grape leaves.
All through the seasons of Fall, Winter, and Spring, Woozi invented and experimented with her drinks, when she was not going to school or spending her saved up bits on fashionable finery. (a bad habit that she carries to this day!) And when School let out again for the summer, she had a whole new line of drinks to try, including one that used the magical 'heart's desire' flower. The Drink was called 'Love Potion #9', meant in innocent fun, and was supposed to appeal to couples, who, so Woozi claimed, would stay together forever if they shared it. Unfortunately, the drink had quite another effect, making the drinkers irresistible to anypony and everypony who had consumed some of 'Love Potion #9'. Worse yet, the effects lasted for months after the consumption of the drink! It was a major setback for Woozi that year, and lost her many customers.
Woozi learned her lesson, however, and spent some time researching spells she could use to determine the magical qualities of a plant before she tried to use it in a drink. She found a few semi-useful spells to that purpose, but along the way she found many more interesting spells, including her trademark 'impermanence' enchantment, which prevents a magical effect from lasting more than a day beyond the consumption of the drink. Over time (and probably before she ought to have) Woozi began distilling, brewing, and producing alcoholic drinks to sell. Before she knew it, she had a success hit with a wine she simply named "Woozi's White." a few years later, "October Skies a hard cider, became extremely popular as well. Though neither drink has any magical effect, they have the advantage of being quite mass produce-able, and they are now listed on the wine menus of many a restaurant in Canterlot.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname: Coffee
#Age: Old enough to be on Proboards
#Gender: Specifically NOT a boy.
#How did you find us?: A long time ago, in a galaxy far away...
#Sample RP:
The Everfree Forest was no place for an unwary pony. Woozi knew there were worse things lurking within than the poison joke plant. She walked along the abandoned road as lightly and as swiftly as she could, trying not to make more noise than she needed. Even overgrown and untended as this old path was, it was still faster to travel by it than to try to force your way through the brush and undergrowth, tripping over old, twisting tree roots. At least, when you didn't have to. Unfortunately for the unicorn mare, this road only took her part of the way she needed to travel. There would be a point when she had to leave it and travel unguided.
For only in the Everfree forest, in a remote thicket by a certain creek, grew the mysterious Gemmelon, a small but delicious fruit. Somewhat pumpkin-like in shape, it grew in different colors on the same vine. When cracked open, it revealed a geode-like center of crystallized fruit in a surprise hue. You could never tell what color the inside was going to be from the outside. But if you consumed it, Woozi had discovered, (and it was delicious) you would begin to throw off colored, glittery sparkles of the same hue. Woozi was working a new drink, and not only would this fruit provide the needed ingredient, but the magical effect of the sparkles would match the drink itself, as it was a carbonated or 'sparkling' Soda.
It was time to leave the road now. looking up at the sky to mark her direction, she set off, pushing her way into some of the deeper, darker parts of the forest. No time to get distracted and day-dreamy! She kept her mind on where she was now, where she was headed, and how she would get back. Trailing leaves tickled her back, making her shiver, and branches tried to catch and tangle her by the hair. Even the grasses had a particular way of winding about her legs as though trying to trap her. At times, she felt as though we were a fly playing a dangerous game with a spider's web. One wrong move and she'd be stuck fast.
And then, far too close for comfort, the eerie call of a timberwolf went up...
