Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2014 15:26:15 GMT -6
||| Daring Do |||
#Name; Daring Do
#Age Group ; Adult
#Gender ; Female
#Species; Pegasus
#Cutie Mark ;
#Occupation ; Field Archeologist / Consultant / Adjunct Professor
#Powers and Abilities ; Daring has all of the regular pegasus powers, such as cloud-walking and weather manipulation, however she is not trained in weather.
Daring's flying style is primarily built upon fine muscular control rather than speed. She places more importance on control and small, meaningful bursts rather than the techniques utilized by either a short distance flier or a long distance flier. This isn't to say that's she slow, but there are plenty of pegasi that are faster.
She is an adept free-hoof combatant. Having spent years in the field, often moving into dangerous situations, she is competant at defending herself against multiple targets, including pony and non-pony threats. While she doesn't often utilize weaponry for offensive purposes, Daring is handy with a whip and can use it for all number of situations.
Daring is a learned archeologist and sociologist, having spent the majority of her time bot in the field and in Canterlot studying cultures across the globe and across time.
Daring's special talent is as an ethnographer. Daring's compass refers to her mind's ability to understand the direction that societies and cultures move in. Essentially, she's tuned in to specific patterns and trends that sapient beings tend to create as a whole. By knowing where they are or where they've been culturally, she can piece together the other side and the in between. In application, this allows her to more easily traverse cities both modern and ancient.
#Physique ; Athletic
#Mane and fur color and style ; Her mane is a grayscale rainbow and her coat is a light gold.
#Eye color ; Moderate Rose
#Personality ;
“Adventurous, fierce and undeniably, unquestionably, unstoppable.”
Daring Do is shrewdly autonomous, preferring to do as much as she can alone and only relying on others when she has no other choice. Even when it comes to her brother, whom she has the most affection for, she'd rather tell him what she had already done rather than give him an opening to tell her how she should be doing it. For Daring, each day is another opportunity for the world to take control of her life, for her to be placed in what she sees as the confines of normal society. It's a race against the mundane.
For this reason, she loves her position as the scout of the team. She moves in alone and finds her target. While she works within the framework of the rules for the area, when she's alone she's able to carry out those rules in her own way. The locals get what they want and in turn, they have no reason to interfere.
Despite being the subject of a popular book series, Daring is quite private and most of her energy is directed inward. She's only able to properly teach her classes because she only has to put on the act for short bursts. Plus, with teaching, some of it can be scripted and she's in full control. If nothing else, those aspects play to her ego. Outside of a classroom, things are more random and she can get the feeling that she's being surrounded. The few times she's chosen to interact with fans, she has found herself exhausted by the end of the day.
If Daring must interact with others, she prefers to mingle with those she considers to be most like her. That is, special. This is typically based on a stratification that concerns how well traveled they are and if they're talented within their trade. The further someone is from these ideals, the harder time Daring will have relating to them. Oddly, others in her field are a different point of contention with Daring, as she doesn't like any accusations that she might not be one-of-a-kind.
Conversationally, Daring speaks her mind, even if her words will come across as rude. She does not, however, tend to speak in scorn. If she doesn't like someone, she's more likely to take off than to play the dozens with them. If they're being persistent, she's not above being the one to escalate the problem into a physical altercation.
#History ;
The younger days of Daring Do and her older brother Fossile Stone were spent far away from the traditional classroom. Both of their parents spent their lives in the field, which gave them only a few choices to pick from. Rather than give up on their lives of adventure and discovery or give up custody of their children, they made the proper arrangements that were required to home school foals. And the education that Fossil and Daring received was enriched by their surroundings and their ability to be hooves on with the world around them and parts of the world that few ponies were able to tread.
Their parents made sure that both children were safe, but they were exposed to more aspects field work as they were able to handle it. At times, this made being the younger sibling more difficult. Daring often attempted rash behavior to show that she was her brother's equal. Sadly, neither maturity nor dexterity come from willpower alone. But while Fossil may have been a few steps ahead of her, his path would also be cut shorter.
Inside a temple which was theorized to hold the Hourglass of Shadows, her older brother fell victim to a trap that ultimately broke his leg as well as other damages to his body. At the time, Daring had been ahead with their father, their wings allowing them to more safely and typically more easily traverse the landscapes inside of such structures. She had not heard his peril until it was far too late. Until then, she had always thought Fossil the lucky one for what age had afforded him. While she wouldn't have admitted it, she also had always seen him as strong and a source of digestible wisdom. Now, he had served as an example of their vulnerability.
The recovery period was horrible, even on the outside. They all remained at the hospital for a long time. Emotions were high and anything that wasn't good news was bad news. There was no doubt that their parents were passionate about their well-being, but Daring would later come to wonder how much they had blamed themselves. Really, it was their fault for bringing children into such dangerous places. Back then, it was the only way she knew how to live and all she thought about was Fossil getting better so they could get back out there together.
In the end, he was not the same and the way Daring looked at him changed accordingly. It was hard to see him as the strong, big brother when he would limp. Whether or not it was fair, it lead her toward further self-reliance. If he could be hurt, anyone could be hurt and the only one she could control was her. That meant she was the only one she could effectively keep from getting hurt. That was the logic of her child's mind at the time. Everyone was a different level of liability, except for their father. He could outfly Daring, so he didn't make her nervous one bit.
When Daring's mother passed away, the two passionate pegasi lost their mediation. They both had reacted to the void with anger and they turned that anger on each other. For Daring, the world had taken away one of the greatest ponies it had ever seen, one who had spent her entire life in pursuit of discovery and understanding. It was endless frustration. When she couldn't take the head butting anymore, she left. After all, she knew all the tricks of the trade. She didn't need anyone else dragging her down. Not an injured brother, not an aging father, not the memory of a departed mother.
Despite fragments of reputation that came with her parentage, few firms were excited about working with Daring as a solo act. There was no way to gauge how good her work would be alone and all of her contacts knew that she was emotionally compromised from her mother's death. Thus, her first work stayed both above ground and outside of anywhere dangerous. Poseidon United was sending a team to document early pegasi-built thunderstones. Essentially, stones used as early lightning rods for primitive weather competitions. A safe, but meaningful mandate.
From there, Daring was able to get more traction in the outside world. She was able to branch from job to job and in time, she found herself doing the same type of work she had been raised on. As the pain of loss subsided, she began backlogging her solo adventures, adding in more of her own thoughts and feelings, which she eventually passed on to her brother, whom she began writing more regularly. In time, she skipped the middle phase and would send him what was essentially diary entries.
Daring found some peace in these new rituals, a peace that allowed her to spend more time in Canterlot. She was uncomfortable among the masses, but she would spend time with her brother. She was offered a post as an Adjunct Professor at the university, teaching within the field that she had professional experience within. Her position allowed her to take frequent sabbaticals and often her courses would lie in the shorter intersessions rather than be for full semesters. She called her class “Awesome Archeology.”
Archeology was a diverse subject and it involved a lot of teamwork and waiting around. But students didn't need to know that. They wanted hear about the good stuff and Daring was an expert on the good stuff. An introvert by nature, Daring got through her classes by keeping a tight reign on the students. As animated and passionate as she got, she kept the noise levels down. One student noted that it made each class feel dramatic, like a one mare play.
Fossil's response was this was a novel called “Daring Do and the Quest for the Sapphire Shore.” The story was a loose adaptation of events that Daring had related to Fossil during one of her expeditions. Whatever he had expected this novel to prove, all it ended up proving was that Daring was awesome and the world could understand that. Honestly, she had questioned why a stallion who had been clawing to find success would write a story he expected to be panned, but in the end it worked out.
Daring hadn't asked to be shared with the world and she hadn't asked to be famous in any capacity. The sensations that this brought were mixed. Her classes were filled quicker, her appearance was often noticed in public areas. Essentially, she had a whole new reason to go on long journeys. It was great being liked, but only in small doses. Most of the time, ponies could be persuaded that she was the novel's cover model or would persuade themselves out of the idea that a story book character was in front of them.
The most positive effect that the books had on Daring's life were that it gave her and her brother another inside joke of sorts. She would include dramatic passages before saying what really happened. She rarely noted these making the final cut, but it amused her and she hoped that it amused him, at least to some degree. The flip side was that she also would keep things from him. If he was going to invent ways that she found herself into trouble, she was less inclined to tell him about the truth. Siblings were only ever one spat away from petty revenge and she didn't want to give him fodder for a Daring Do book containing all of her greatest flops.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Mori
#Age ; 23
#Gender ; Male
#How did you find us? ; I mispelled Hunhasbeendoubled this may not be Huns, but it seemed like a cool place.
#Sample RP ;
The embers glowed against the dark back drop of the night. The equipment she had brought with her generated ghostly specters on the walls of her tent. Daring Do was no musician, but the sound scape around her was her symphony. The fire crackled, occasionally popping as the heat and energy reached new pockets of air and moisture within the previously living tissue of the wood. These sounds were joined by the light rustle of plants, the sounds of nearby night birds and insects, faintly, water could even be heard in the distance. She had camped close enough to the creek that she could access it easily, but not so close that she would be in the way of the wildlife. She had no desire to duke it out with a thirsty sett of badgers.
”Two days to go,” she muttered as she moved her burdened hoof along the map. The candle it held and the stars were the only other sources of light aside from the dying campfire. This particular candle didn't have too many more hours left in its life, either. That was inconsequential as there were a few just like it, but unused, in her pack.
She must have checked her route a dozen times just since she had arrived at this spot. She had taken care to accurately notate the surrounding area fully in her field notes. Her working knowledge of flora, fauna and geological structures was sufficient that she believed things were cataloged adequately enough for another to later add in more specifics. As long as her team knew they were here when they looked around, the notes were good enough. She believed she had reached that point.
Daring blew out the candle before rolling back up the map. Two days until she reached her destination. Records had been scarce on this site. Only clues and whispers that often contradicted each other. But if the theory she was working off of proved true, the lengthy literature review would have been well worth it. If not, the next most likely area was about five days away, bringing the total time in the field to ten days. Her current supplies could not be stretched that long. She'd have to get creative and work the land. That ten day figure didn't even factor in how long she'd actually be scouting the site.
The mundane deaths of starvation and dehydration always lurking as readily as any danger from poison, venom or ancient traps... Man... she loved being her.