Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 19:53:30 GMT -6
||| Esmerelda “Elsa” Gaensweld |||
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#Name; Esmeralda “Elsa” Gaensweld
#Age Group ; Foal
#Gender ; Female
#Species; Griffon
#Cutie Mark ; Blank Flank ;-; (She’ll never find her special talent)
#Occupation ; Student
#Powers and Abilities ; Due to her Peregrine Falcon/Cheetah hybridization, She can move extremely fast for small periods of time. This length of time is increased if she gets a diving start.
#Physique ; Slightly thinner than average for her age, lithe.
#Mane and fur color and style ; Darker colored head feathers, and some spotted feathers around her neck. Faint spots across the rest of her body.
#Eye color ; Amber
#Other appearance details (optional) ;
#A more thorough description (optional) ;
Elsa is part Peregrine Falcon, and Part cheetah, having a build to match. She’s light framed, with her wings starting to build some decent muscles. She keeps active most of the time, and has to eat more to offset that, so her body stays strong and sturdy.
Elsas coloration also shows her hybridization well. A darker colored set of head feathers, fading into spotted feathers around her neck and chest. The rest of her body is a light brown with darker brown spots that are somewhat hard to see, unless you’re actively looking for them.
#Personality ;
Elsa is a generally happy griffon, and doesn’t anger easily. She is, however, highly competitive, and gives her all in just about everything. However, on the other talon, she is clumsy and a bit featherbrained at times. She learned how to fly extremely easy, but still has to work on her landings, (Or her ‘Crashing with style’ as she calls it.)
Elsa loves her brother and her father more than anything in the world, and aspires to be just like them. She knows being as smart as Tech is a long shot, but she’s been studying hard to try to get there some day. She’s already got the ability to fix things almost as good as him, but most of the time she just messes things up instead of making them better.
Despite being highly competitive, Elsa still holds respect for anyone she races against, win or lose. She does like to trash talk her opponent, but it’s all in good sport. She always makes sure her opponents know that she has respect for them, usually with a Fist-bump or high five.
#History ;
Born in the Griffon lands, Elsa was always exploring, or hunting, or racing with other griffons. She built up a reputation at a very early age of being a fast, albeit clumsy, flier. She could be an impatient hunter at times, and usually went for the more instant gratification. After a few lessons with her father, she was able to wait and knew patience, though she still jumps the gun sometimes.
Growing up, she looked up to her big brother, who she thought was the smartest being ever. One day, he left, saying something about ‘finding himself’. Elsa was saddened, but waited for her brothers return. Years went by, and still he hadn’t returned. She trained her flight more and more, waiting for the day she was old enough to go out on her own and bring her brother back.
One day, after hearing about her father's appointment as ambassador, Elsa took the opportunity and left while her parents were busy with other things. Leaving a note telling them that she’d be back when she found Tech, she was off on her own.
After travelling for quite some time, hunting to keep herself fed, she found pony settlements. Asking about any griffons that may have passed through, she got a few leads, and checked them out. The most recent lead took her to Ponyville and, hopefully, her Big Brother.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Sir Reginald Cumberbatch Montoya Diego Salvatore Adams Smith…. Or Silver, for short.
#Age ; 23
#Gender ; Male
#How did you find us? ; Buttons. Lots and lots of Buttons.
#Sample RP ;
Elsa crouched low on the line drawn in the sand next to two other griffons. One was about her age, the other was slightly older. “3…2...1…” Another griffon counted down, and Elsa pressed herself as close to the ground as she could. “GO!” And with that, she pushed off, picking up as much speed as she could in a sprint before taking to the air, taking an early lead on the other two griffons.
Their course was simple. Corner past a marked tree, follow the River to the rapids, straight up to the cloud marker, and then back to the starting line. It was a simple course, but the amount of space between each marker was pretty big.
She reached the tree first, turning on her side and pulling her body to curve along the tree, turning way too wide, losing a lot of speed and a lot of time. She pushed herself harder, knowing she could make up for lost time as the older griffon passed her.
She matched his speed up along the river, and reached the rapids and started climbing, hot on his heels. He gained some distance on Elsa, climbing not being her strong suit. He reached the marker and made a big loop to turn around, conserving his momentum.
Elsa reached the Marker and folded her wings in, slowing almost to a stop and then twisting in the air. With one quick push with her wings, she shot back down, folding her body in as much as she could, shooting straight down and past the other Griffon. She pulled up, racing forward along the ground with the speed she had picked up. The finish line was in sight. She could taste victory. She touched down first, and slid, catching quite a bit of dirt under her talons as she tried to slow down before finally tumbling end over end and falling in a bush. She lay still for a few moments before sitting up and shaking her head, dizzy. “Did I win?” She asked, blinking and trying to get the world to stop spinning.
