Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2014 18:12:21 GMT -6
||| MERIWEATHER |||
#Name; Meriweather
#Age Group ; Adult
#Sex; Male
#Gender ; Male
#Species; Pegasi
#Cutie Mark ; Two clouds, one white, one grey (like a storm cloud), and three strands of white to represent wind.
#Occupation ; Weather patrol pony; aspires to be a professional artist someday.
#Powers and Abilities ; Due to his job and 'training', Meriweather is pretty fast for a pegasus. He is by no means Wonderbolt material, and certainly not the fastest in his class, but he can beat the average pegasus in a race. He has quick reflexes and good spatial reasoning, allowing him to dodge obstacles with ease. Meri uses his hooves (in addition to tools) to carve out his sculptures, and he's developed a lot of control with his kicks and strikes so that he can chip away at wood or stone.
#Physique ; Best described as average. He has the stereotypical appearance of a male if you squint hard enough, but he isn't built quite as large or bulky enough to have a 'muscular' physique. He flies quite often, so he has muscles built up around his wings and where he kicks clouds to get rid of them, but that's about all the muscle he has.
#Mane and fur color and style ; Meriweather's mane is mostly white, with wisps of blue-grey to break up the solid color. His coat is a dull blue-grey that is more grey than blue and he has white freckles and spots in patches all over his body, primarily the back of his neck, rear, and legs. His mane is unkempt, and even when Meri bothers to flatten it and make it look nice, the wind always turns it into a mess.
#Eye color ; Grey-blue
#Other appearance details (optional) ; Often carries saddlebags with sketchbooks and art equipment. He isn't much of a painter - he prefers sculpture over two dimensional stuff - but even still he tries, which sometimes leaves him with colored specks of paint in his coat.
#A more thorough description (optional) ;n/a
#Personality ;
Most of Meriweather's family works in Cloudsdale, and generations of pegasi from his lineage have gone to work in the weather factories or the patrols for various parts of Equestria. Meriweather (the youngest of four foals) was brought up in Cloudsdale under the expectation that he go into one of these businesses like the rest of his family. There were outliers, of course, but they were few and far between - his aunt Cirusa was supposed to work in a weather factory but she ended up breaking a wing in a freak accident and settled for mail delivery instead. Meriweather is loyal and dedicated to his family, but he's never wanted to permanently work in Cloudsdale or with the weather. He has always wanted to be an artist, and whenever he thinks no one is looking, he shapes clouds into interesting forms and (when he became older) buys logs and rocks to carve/chisel into neat representations of the skyline.
Kindness is part of his nature, and he's only outspoken when something piques his interest - he usually tends to listen and watch more often than speak. Of course, if someone starts a conversation with him, he's polite enough to talk. Most everyone calls him Meriweather, but the close friends he has are welcome to call him Meri! The pony is very excitable when he is interested in the conversation, and he can be almost 'merry' around his friends. Given his family background, Meriweather has developed a bit of a complex when it comes to his success. He's not happy with his job, but he's good at it, so he does it. (And it pays, unlike art.) He is also a little convinced that his choice to become an artist is a fruitless endeavor, but those thoughts usually only pop up when he's having a bad day.
And that can happen more often than not. Meriweather is a lot like his cutie mark - sometimes he has really good days with clear, blue skies and other times it's raining and grey and gloomy. He tries to keep a good attitude around everyone, but he is constantly worried about his career and having enough bits to get by and not having to give up and go ask his family for another job or something else. He is intelligent and did very well in his studies at school, which is why it worries him so much that he's not doing fantastically. Meri is constantly worried that he isn't going to meet the expectations of everyone else.
#History ;
Meriweather was born the youngest of four to a family known for being reliable pegasus for weather-related work, so he was expected to follow in his family's footsteps when he grew up. His eldest brother, Tempest, was practically an adult by the time Meriweather was born, and he entered straight into the weather factory and would later become a manager there with his commanding attitude. Meri barely knew him, and to this day their family get togethers are a little awkward. The middle two siblings were twins, Rainey and Windham, and they both entered flying school and are part of an emergency response team when they aren't on regular storm duty. Ignoring his sibling's success, Meri had a lot to look up to with his parents. His mom used to be a lead engineer in the storm factory, and she retired from that job to do administrative work at another large Cloudsdale agency when one of her wings started to get cramps. His dad wasn't as successful as his mom, but he has held a steady job at the factory for years and is one of the most reliable workers there.
For years, Meriweather was convinced that he was supposed to be a lead in storm duty of some kind. He wanted to be bigger and better than his brothers and sister, which was saying something considering Tempest was a huge, dark colored pegasus who was pretty intimidating without him even speaking. Instead of being the grand stallion he expected to be, Meriweather grew up to about average height and weight and... stopped growing. What? He was supposed to be big and strong! He was supposed to be better than... than this! Meri was gangly and lean and his wings were thin and his hooves had weird scratchy marks on them from kicking rocks on the earth and this was not how it was supposed to be. His only consolation to his depressing rise into adolescence was that he was good at flying, better than most of his classmates.
Disappointment was his life now, and even though he was dedicated to his studies and being good at his training, Meri felt there was something missing. Was he really meant for this life? The weather was... neat and all but, was this what he wanted to do with his life? The answer was no, and in his voyages to the world of non-pegasus ponies he tried out all kinds of things when he could get away with them unnoticed. It wasn't until he started building structures out of sticks in the woods while he was bored that Meri started to get really excited about his trips to the ground level. Little forts turned to big, carefully balanced structures of waves and swirls that reminded Meriweather of the clouds - except on the ground - and the pony started to spend more time working on his side projects than studying for school.
After he graduated and started a job on a weather patrol, Meriweather realized that he preferred making things from wood and stone than he did flying around and kicking clouds out of the way. It just... didn't make him happy. The job gave him the bits to have a place of his own in Ponyville - conveniently far enough away from his family to make it annoying for them to visit too often. He's lived at the edge of the town (toward the Everfree Forest) for about ten years now, and most of his house is a workshop/studio for his art. Occasionally, he'll get a unicorn to help him do some of the heavy lifting and moving since he doesn't have any magic, but for the most part, he runs things on his own.
The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Coyote
#Age ; 21
#Sex and Gender ; Female
#How did you find us? ; RPG-D
#Sample RP ;
He was a little poor as of late, especially since he'd bought a few small gemstones to use on his latest sculpture piece - a large griffin of sticks coming out of clouds of carved rock - and he really couldn't afford to have his faucet break when it did. His house was small. It was good for one pony, no more no less, and it was definitely designed for a bachelor lifestyle. Meri was neat in his nature and he was organized and kept up with his life, but it meant that he was out of bits for the week (probably for the month), and that kind of issue? The kind of issue that meant he would have to walk to Ponyville central to get water and back every time he needed more? That was not cool.
Meriweather was stretched out on a set of pillows in his 'studio' space that he used to nap on when he was tired, and he stared sadly at the fake griffin with the amethyst eyes in the hopes that it might come to life and pay him out of gratitude. He would have to get moving eventually - he had a job to do in an hour or so and fixing his faucet wasn't going to happen magically. Meri was going to have to find a unicorn or a particularly talented earth pony to do it while he was at work, and it wasn't happening. With a sign, he rose to his feet, stretching out his wings and flapping them softly to get the muscles loose. He ambled over to the door and pushed it open, kicking it a little violently so that it slammed shut. Rage at his house wasn't going to solve anything, but it helped to make him feel better.
In a moment, Meri took to the sky, his wings beating heavily as he gained altitude and the motion distracted him temporarily from his worries. He set a course to the center of Ponyville without thinking, and while he rode the currents, he began listing out ponies in his head to try and come up with which one could help him fix his faucet? None came to mind immediately. Yay. This would be an exciting adventure.
