Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 19:22:27 GMT -6
||| FEATHER QUILL |||
#Name; Feather Quill; goes by Quill, usually
#Age Group ; Teen
#Orientation; Unlabeled, uninterested in labeling herself. Generally ignores romance.
#Gender ; Cis female
#Species; Pegasus
#Cutie Mark ; A simple quill pen
#Occupation ; Owns a small quill and ink shop that earns just enough business to live.
#Powers and Abilities ; Her special talent is making quills, but in addition to that, she also has exceptional skill in creative writing for a pony her age.
#Physique ; She's a bit taller than average, with long, lanky legs.
#Mane and fur color and style ; Her mane and tail are mostly a very dark grey (almost black) but the ends are blue, and there is a streak of red near the top. Both her mane and tail are styled short and messy.
#Eye color ; A very dark, reddish color. From a distance, it can be mistaken for grey.
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#Personality ;
Quill has always been an awkward young pegasus, and between that and her excited curiosity, she can come off as a bit absentminded. She tends to flop between highly energetic and completely calm, which is sometimes confusing for others. The teen is highly intelligent, and has a curiosity that can't be sated. She loves learning new things about a wide variety of topics, holding the view that anything might come in handy for her writing. Her curiosity can get her in trouble sometimes, though, as she tends to get pretty excited when faced with something new. In the case of a new sentient species such as a griffon or a changeling, her curiosity may come off as rudeness or insensitivity. In other cases, her sense of self-preservation all but disappears and she may find herself in danger.
This pegasus has always been somewhat lonely, which can be attributed to her reserved nature. However, since she moved to Ponyville, she decided this was a chance at a new start, so she resolved to become more socially involved. Quill remains an introvert, of course, but has found herself happier for trying to get out more. When in need of a recharge, she can usually be found with her nose in a book. In fact, she can often be found in that position even when she doesn't need to recharge. She isn't fond of being interrupted while she's reading or writing, but on a normal occasion she can quickly overcome her irritation.
Generally, she's friendly, if awkward, and an energetic pony. She loves to talk about her interests and if you get her started, it might be difficult to get her to stop. This goes double for quills and the quillmaking process. She might never shut up.
#History ;
Quill was born in Cloudsdale to two mathematicians, who hoped she would take after them and find her talent in math or science. She, however, won her cutie mark when helping out at a nearby quill shop, where the owner taught her how to make quills. While not exactly what one might call a "natural," she learned quickly and enjoyed the work. The shop owner was rather impressed and offered to pay Quill to help on a regular basis. The teen happily agreed, not noticing until later that her mark had appeared. When she saw it, she ran all the way home to show her parents. She was a bit of a late bloomer, which made it an extra special occasion
Her parents, though pleased that their daughter had finally gotten her mark, were a bit disappointed that she wouldn't be following in their footsteps. Still, quillmaking was a respectable profession, and a practical use of skills. They did try to nudge her towards some academic hobbies, though.
It wasn't until much later that she discovered her love for writing. After getting top marks on a creative essay for school, she began writing in her free time. Soon, she was entering (and winning) contests, too. Her parents did not receive this well, believing that creative writing was a frivolous waste of time. They began to pressure her more to focus on her academic pursuits, but she resisted. The young pegasus began fighting with her parents more and more often, with them wanting her to be more like her brother, and her asserting that she is her own pony. Eventually, her father became fed up with the fights and told the teen she could come home when she gave up on her "ridiculous ideas."
Feeling lost, she decided to go see her brother, who lived elsewhere in Cloudsdale. She and Pi were on much better terms than she and her parents, and he let her stay with him. During this time, she continued to work at the quill shop, saving her bits. After a year and a half, she decided she had saved enough, and bid her brother farewell. She traveled for a while, visiting Las Pegasus, Appleoosa, and even Manehattan before settling down in Ponyville, where she rented a small two-story building.
Although there was already a quill shop in town, she had the draw of superior quality. So, she set up shop on the bottom floor, moving what few possessions she had into the upper floor. She earns enough customers to get her by, but not much more. Her brother visits her occasionally.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Sam, Quill, or Navy. You guys mostly just know me by Quill.
#Age ; 17
#Gender/Preferred Pronouns ; Male, he/him/his
#How did you find us? ; I don't actually remember yo I found this place forever ago
#Sample RP ;
'Okay, Quill,' she thought to herself. 'You can do this. It's easy. Just go in and say hi. Talk to ponies. Try not to ramble.' She shifted her weight from one side to another, still stalling. She was standing outside Sugarcube Corner, which had colorful lights strewn around inside and out. There was a party, and Quill had resolved to attend it.
She wasn't normally much of a party pony, being a reserved pony, but she really wanted to have friends in this town. So, here she was, standing outside the sweet shop and bakery, trying to steel her nerves. There was an anxiety in her chest that she couldn't seem to shake. What would she do if none of the ponies in there liked her? She was aware that it was kind of a silly fear, since at least one was bound to at least find her interesting.
But she needed to do this. She needed to prove that she could me social, that she could make friends. She could do this. 'I can do this!' She took a deep breath and pushed the door open, stepping inside. The music was loud but not overwhelmingly so, and still allowed for conversation at a reasonable volume. Still feeling nervous, the teen walked up to the nearest friendly-looking pony and spoke, hoping they could hear her.
"Um...hello there! My name is Quill."
