Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2014 1:36:35 GMT -6
||| Tarantella Flamenco |||
#Name; Tarantella Flamenco
#Age Group ; Teen
#Orientation; Asexual
#Gender ; Female
#Species; Unicorn
#Cutie Mark ; A blue musical notation representing a half-note.
#Occupation ; Occasional freelance musician; looking for more a permanent career.
#Powers and Abilities ; She has the ability to play several instruments at once, with the exception of the piano or any keyboard-based instrument, using her magic She also has the ability to reshape objects into something new (such as turning a pillowcase into a makeshift dress or a mirror into a drinking glass), albeit to very limited and non-professional extents, by expelling magic with her singing.
#Physique ; Lean, but not well-toned. She's noticeably small for somepony her age.
#Mane and fur color and style ; Plain white coat with long, free-flowing ruby red mane and tail with grape highlights.
#Eye color ; Sapphire blue
#Other appearance details (optional) ; Often seen wearing pink eye shadow and black eyeliner.
#A more thorough description (optional) ;N/A
#Personality ;
Tarantella is quite shy, but also inquisitive. She gets to know other ponies by spending time with them, speaking very little before eventually opening up and becoming a bit more talkative. During the initial meeting period, she has no respect for personal space, whilst ironically demanding it from other ponies.
Once somepony gets to fully know her, however, they'll find that Tarantella is generally sweet and gentle as well as naively innocent. Her mental age often comes into question, as she is very childish. When she's not strumming her many instruments or spending time with friends, Tarantella loves to play dress-up and play with her dolls.
She tends to be a bit of an imitator. Living in the regal city of Canterlot, she likes to think of herself as mature and sophisticated like Rarity or any classy pony, for example, but often fails to understand the eccentricities of high society.
Despite being shy, Tarantella is very dependent on other ponies and often uncomfortable with leaving home on her own. In public, and often times in private as well, she tends to be very clingy. Perhaps due to some unfortunate aspects of her personal history (see below), she tends to be very distrusting of stallions, but not close-minded to befriending them.
What Tarantella lacks in strength is made up for in courage. She is very protective of her friends and family, but is irresponsibly impulsive. Not one to think before she leaps, she's not afraid to snap to defend those who she holds dear to her heart, even if she ends up getting hurt in the process. Her emotions often teeter on dual extremes of happy and sad. Very minimal effort, and sometimes none at all, is required to throw off what little balance lies within.
#History ;Tarantella was born in the hoity toity capitol of Canterlot, but she was not given the life of wealth and luxury that is expected from the high-class society. She was raised by her well-meaning, but often quick to anger mother (who suffers from similar emotional instabilities that Tarantella would develop later on) and briefly by her father, who disappeared from her life for unknown reasons at an early age.
Much of Tarantella's early childhood up until adolescence is riddled with fear of being called a "colt" or a "stallion" by everypony she knows and initially by everypony she meets. Those days are passed her now, but she's still prone to overcompensate with makeup and clothes on a frequent basis.
She currently lives with her newly-adoptive mother in a slightly lower-class apartment complex in Canterlot, where she discovered her love and talent in playing and composing music and thus acquired her Cutie Mark. She doesn't know what she plans to do for a living, but is always eager to find out.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Tara
#Age ; 22
#Gender/Preferred Pronouns ; Female / She, Her
#How did you find us? ; Whammy himself introduced me to it.
#Sample RP ;The sun had been beating down on the poor ivory-coated mare all day. She wiped one final bead of sweat from her moist brow and sighed with both exhaustion and relief as the sky turned pitch black and the full moon slowly rose to its usual resting place in the night sky. It was almost instantly cooler as Tarantella opened the window to her music room and let the night air brush against her face. Once her coat was free of loose perspiration, Tarantella Flamenco smiled and decided it was time to get back to work.
She closed her eyes and concentrated furiously on her instruments. Before long, her horn began to shimmer with a golden aura as the instruments drifted to the air. A sweet melody echoed through the room, first from the giant contrabass in the corner, then by the cello beside it before the nearest violin chimed in with a few pizzicato plucks to accentuate the tone. A few chords from a nearby harp provided a gentle lead, harmonizing with the wooden flute.
With no trace of origin or foreshadowing, the music came to an abrupt halt as Tarantella immediately shot her eyes wide open and set the instruments gently where they belonged. She skipped over to her miniature podium, hovering a quill through the a blank piece of parchment as she recorded the notes she had just played. "This one has to be perfect!" she insisted to nopony in particular. She was right, for this was no ordinary song. This was a song of celebration, dedicated to two ponies very close to her heart. Rain Dance and Torrential Tremolo, her two favorite dollies, were getting married this weekend and had asked her to provide musical atmosphere.
Suddenly, Tarantella heard a voice calling out to her. She perked her ears upwards in hopes of getting a more audible response. "What's that, Teddy?" she asked the stuffed bear at her side. "You think it needs more triangle?"
Tarantella grinned at the suggestion, experimenting with it in her mind before quickly frowning in disgust.
"Sounds horrible!" she shouted. "What do you know about music anyway?"
Much to his apparent dismay, the toy bear found himself suspended in the air as Tarantella viciously threw him against the wall. But it was all a facade; Tarantella's smile returned as she chased after the bear with a joyous giggle and retrieved him with her horn. "I'm just kidding! I think that's a great idea!"
She trotted slowly back to her podium to note it down, but as time waded on, she began to feel an uneasiness in her heart. She looked back at her notes again.
"I hope my friends like it," she said, a frown now frozen on her face. "I don't think they will. I'm not that good."
No, she thought. She would not succumb to this. She'd give it one more listen, and that would determine if her composition was good enough.
She closed her eyes yet again, breathing in a deep sigh before concentrating her magic on her instruments. The airborne instruments began to play the song much like normal. With caution, Tarantella opened her right eye to examine the scenario. Everything seemed to be going according to plan. She let a small beam escape her lips as she briefly allowed herself to be absorbed in her own music once again.
But, just as she was prepared to let her guard down, her ears began to ache as a nerve-wrecking screech permeated her hearing. Fearfully, Tarantella immediately ceased her strumming and set her instruments down.
"No," she said, trying her best to keep a river of salty tears from teeming down her cheeks. "I'm not good enough. Everypony will hate it."
She found her reflection in a nearby window, distorted and frayed as it attempted to compete with the reflections of the outside world. Her beautiful hair and makeup looked a mess, her nose a thousand times bigger than she remembered. She was as ugly as her music was unpleasant.
"They'll hate it," she repeated. "Then, they'll hate me."
