Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2014 23:00:16 GMT -6
||| GOSSAMER |||
#Name; Gossamer
#Age Group ; Young Adult
#Sex; Male
#Gender; Male
#Species; Unicorn
#Cutie Mark ; Gossamer's cutie mark is a spool of silvery thread, with a threaded needle trailing off in an irregular curve around it.
#Occupation ; Tailor
#Powers and Abilities ; Gossamer's magic is relatively weak. He has never put much work into it, using it only to aid in his sewing--moving the needle, sorting through cloth, pinning dresses and the like. He knows virtually no spells.
#Physique ; Gossamer is a tall unicorn, neither thin nor particularly strong. His long legs help make him very quick but in the end he does not do much running. His muscles are under-developed. Sometimes it seems he gets tangled up in his long legs, and he can be a little clumsy.
#Mane and fur color and style ; Gossamer's fur is spotted brown and white. His mane is shorter, and swept off out of his eyes towards the right side of his head. His tail is long and loose, gently wavy. Both are a creamy yellow with streaks of white.
#Eye color ; Gossamer's eyes are deep blue.
#Other appearance details (optional) ; Gossamer's ears curl backwards at the tips. His horn is slightly curved, as well.
#Personality ;
Gossamer is above all else a kind-hearted pony. With a gentle voice and a slightly tentative nature, he worries more about other ponies than he does about himself, and on the average day he gives most of his time to helping them. He is not in the habit of speaking up for himself. Wary of stepping on anyone's hooves, Gossamer can be easily pushed around and tends to follow the flow with everyone else. He does not see himself as any sort of leader. Gossamer is much more comfortable listening to what other ponies have to say than speaking much himself.
The gentle pony is cheerful, too. What he lacks in backbone he makes up for in loyalty, and there is nothing that Gossamer loves better than his friends. So long as he is with them, he is always happy. He is especially fond of going on picnics together. There is nothing more devastating to Gossamer than watching his friends fight, and though he is frequently the one to listen when each side needs to talk, he has trouble doing anything to help get them back together. He struggles with the fear of making either side angry with his meddling.
Most of the time when he is not found with his friends, Gossamer can be found in the tailor shop he calls home. He sews for a living, mending clothes and making new ones, and he enjoys nothing more. Gossamer loves to create, though he has a very simple idea of beauty. He does not use many glittering jewels or brilliant mixes of colors. He appreciates the beauty of a soft, sturdy cloth and a fine stitch more than any sort of glitter, and when he does try to use such shiny decorations it always seems to go a little bit wrong.
#History ;
Gossamer was born and raised in Canterlot. His family was not noble or wealthy, just lucky. His father, Chiffon, and his mother, Cashmere, had their own tailor shop in Canterlot and supported their children with their stitching. Gossamer was the middle child, with an elder brother named Tulle and a little sister named Muslin. Tulle chose to take his sewing to higher ranks, aiming for the Palace, so Gossamer was left to learn sewing from his parents and help tend to the shop as they aged. He taught Muslin, too, when she was old enough to start learning to stitch. Gossamer never put much thought into what his future would be. He assumed that he would inherit his parents' little shop, and that would be it.
Cashmere was not satisfied with this destiny for her son. When she was young she wanted to travel, and she lost her chance when she settled down too early with the stallion of her dreams. Determined that Gossamer not make the same mistake, she pushed him out the door as soon as Muslin was good enough to pick up his slack. Gossamer was reluctant at first, but in his travels he learned things he had never known, and he saw things he had never seen. Gossamer came to love the world outside of Canterlot, especially the clothes.
It was when the young stallion arrived in Ponyville that he found his new purpose. The fashion there was very simple after Canterlot, and its simplicity was beautiful in his eyes. He lingered there perhaps too long, then he stayed, taking up residence and opening his own little tailor shop in Ponyville. He has been living there ever since, visiting his parents only very occasionally. He has no desire to return to the city.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Everscale
#Age ; 19
#Sex and Gender ; Female in both cases
#How did you find us? ; RPG-D listing
#Sample RP ;
Gossamer frowned and tilted his head, inspecting the complicated little tear in the filly's dress. Her family left it with him for mending that morning. It was her favorite dress, and Gossamer felt it was important to get it fixed as best he could, but it was not simple. The dress was of such fragile fabric and it had torn across such a small seam he was not sure how to hide his mending. He might have to leave the stitching visible... so the least he could do was get thread of a matching color and shine. Nodding to himself, Gossamer hung the dress back on its hook and headed for the door. He grabbed his saddlebag as he went. He would go out, get the supplies he needed, and come back to have the stitching done before dinner time.
Stepping into the sunlight, Gossamer took a long, deep breath. It was warm and breezy out, and the birds were singing. Springtime in Ponyville was his favorite time. Everything was glowing with fresh life, including the ponies. Swishing his long tail, Gossamer set out at a trot for the general store in search of the perfect thread.
"Good morning, Starfall," Gossamer called as he past his friend. She waved a cheerful greeting as they passed, she on her way to more open spaces in which to fly. Gossamer would find her there later, he was sure, soaring through the setting sunlight. She would have to be called in for dinner. Smiling and shaking his mane lightly, Gossamer trotted up the steps to the general store and knocked gently on the door before entering.