Misty Sky Jun 16, 2014 1:38:48 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2014 1:38:48 GMT -6
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#Name; Misty Sky
#Age Group ; Young Adult
#Gender ; Mare
#Cutie Mark ;
#Occupation ; Message and Relaxation Therapist
#Powers and Abilities ; Enhanced Empathetical Sensing: Can tap into and feel repressed emotions of anypony within a couple feet of her. Levitation as per unicorn standard. Also is very skilled at dealing with said repressed emotions.
#Physique ; Misty Sky is very thin and frail, but lends to a delicate touch that is soft as silk. Combined with her long stature, a little bit of a shake is present in her walk as if she struggles to hold herself up.
#Mane and fur color and style ; Misty Sky’s mane is a delicate icy blue with tinges of aquamarine coloring on her hooves and nose. Her hair matches being a deep blue with similarly colored tints on the tips. Her hair is often just whatever is most convenient for her, often waving in a humid sort of way.
#Eye color ; Her eyes are a turquoise color and slightly almond-shaped.
#Other appearance details; There is almost always a tropical flower of some sort weaved into Misty Sky’s hair, though the specific flower greatly varies. She also wears gold bands on two of her hooves of which also vary from day to day.
Primarily, Misty Sky is hopelessly selfless to the point of fault. Rarely a thought goes to her own condition, often forgetting to feed herself, and generally care for her own well-being. She makes all manner of commitments to other people, overbooking herself and likely in these cases, she trims away who own enjoyment time first.In a sense, she is married to her career, desiring to absolutely help people through their troubles through all means possible, even outside of her actual workplace.
A lot has to do with her magical ability to feel the repressed emotions of others around her, like a sort of Mood Matrix of sorts. She can feel every person’s awful day and unresolved conflict. Feeling all these unattended needs, she feels it’s her duty as one of the few who can see these rampant emotions to be the one to resolve them.
Her habit of just pointing out pony’s emotional states can often seem intrusive to many who would rather their bad days stay their own bad days. The idea that leaving it be may be the best solution just doesn’t seem to occur to her a lot of the time.
When actually speaking, Misty is very soft-spoken, choosing her words very slowly but not thoughtfully. It by no means sounds wise at all. More a sort of dazed and sleepy feeling. Sometimes she needs to have what she said repeated back to her to realize the actual implications of her words. In a sense, it’s a very ditzy demeanor, but another mind could see it as naively innocent in a way.
Misty Sky was born in the far north city of Stalliongrad; the city where the winter never ends. She was born to two unicorns, one a diplomatic representative who spent most of her days traversing to Canterlot to report on the news in the north Equestrian tundra and represent the frost ponies in the absence of the Crystal Empire.
Her father was a blacksmith who stayed at home a lot of the time, hobbling together tools for everyday life in the frozen North. The rule in the Northwest; colloquially called the Hoofilayan Mountains had been shaky even centuries after the disappearance of the Crystal Empire which meant there wasn’t a lot of support for the working class ponies from the higher powers so carving out a life was difficult, often requiring ponies to revert to hunter-gatherer tactics to survive.
A lot of the time, life was miserable and there was no escape from the harsh never-ending cold. Misty staved out hungry most of her young childhood as her father had a tendency to give his tools away as the fellow people of Stalliongrad since they couldn’t afford them as it was.
Before long, Misty’s magical ability set in and she began to feel the despair of the people of Stalliongrad. It plagued her, haunted her to here the pained voices around her, desires for hope and desires for relief from the shrewd cold tundra. She felt she needed to do something but she didn’t know what she could do.
One day though, she felt a warm gust blow over from her dad’s furnace. For a moment, she felt absolutely perfect, the intense heat mixing with the cold air to create the perfect blend. It was at that moment, an idea struck her. With a request for paint and some supplies from the capital via her mother and her dad’s willingness to lend the shop to her, Misty used the power of ventilation and mood to recreate the tropical environments of the southern hemisphere.
For just a little while, the people of Stalliongrad were relieved of their winter prison to feel like they were on vacation for a little while. As they relaxed, Misty acted as a host to them, catering to their needs and making them feel special and honored, not just a cog in the great machine. It was at that moment, she gained her cutie mark.
But there was still much to do to help Stalliongrad. Things were not made any better when her mother developed a walking condition that made her need a brace. Seeking the best course of action, Misty took her mother’s job for her and began the trek to Canterlot. The funny thing though is just as she arrived in the nearby Ponyville for a transfer after coming out of Vanhoover, there was a grand announcement that the Crystal Empire had reappeared, leaving her job in jeopardy.
Much confusion remained though to the actual state the Empire was in leaving her in a stalemate. She was struck a deal though by the officials in Canterlot. While the matter of the Crystal Empire was resolved, she would be allowed a home to stay in in Ponyville. (Not enough room in Canterlot to spare for a poor Hoofilayan girl.) She had to come up with her own means of getting food and supplies, but the housing was hers.
Trapped with no real options, Misty took the offer and soon found a place at the Ponyville Spa to work at for spare money while she stayed in the area. Many issues still remained though. How would she get used to the spring climate of Ponyville? If the Crystal Empire was truly back, what would her family do for money? How could a Stalliongrad pony get along with Ponyville ponies? All were waiting in store for her ahead.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; AudreyIvy, yes yes.
#Age ; 21
#Gender/Preferred Pronouns ; Female; She/Her/Hers
#How did you find us? ; I was linked here by a gal by the name of Toast. I think she was a former member. Called it a ‘Decent Pony Rp Site’
#Sample RP ;
”It is good, yes? Humidity makes for great stress reliever,” Misty assured her subject as she placed another coal onto the burning furnace of the spa. The subject, a pale red pegasus was less than agreeable on the matter.
”I don’t really know. All I feel like I’m doing is just sweating a whole lot,” he groaned, wiping at his forehead vigorously while fidgeting at the cucumbers on his eyes.
”Yes! You are sweating out troubles. All nasty feelings go away in sweaty mess,” she concurred, not realizing the pegasus was issuing a criticism of her system.
So where is that accent from anyway? I don’t think I’ve ever heard it before. And I get around, I’m with the Wonderbolts you know. Kind of a big deal,” the pegasus spoke proudly, stamping his hoof onto his chest in some sort of mock salute, ”You’re actually one of the priviledged few to see me without my suit.”
”I am from Stalliongrad, is nice small town in Hoofilayans. We struggle with food, but get by, yes,” she responded, seeking her soft hooves into the pegasi’s shoulder and starting a nice tender rubbing massage.
”Stalliongrad? I think maybe we used that as a checkpoint in one of our Cross-Equestria races actually,” he mused, starting to move his hoof, only to have Misty push it back down to where it had been.
”I remember yes. Race was far too expensive to host, but mama approved anyway, hoping would stimulate economy… No such luck. We are made but poorer,” she responded in a tone far too positive for the subject matter. A noticeable awkwardness was broaching her subject.
”Uh… sorry to hear that uhm…” he glanced over at her nametag inconspicuously. ”Ms. Sky. I uh… had no idea that was the case, if I’d known, I probably would’ve said something about it to our manager or something like that,” he apologized, not exactly sure if he should be given it really wasn’t his fault.
”No sorry is needed. I enjoyed race. Brief moment of excitement in dull life really,” she responded quickly, almost as if to slip it by. In reality, she did feel bad about the consequences the race had on Stalliongrad, but she didn’t want this subject to get subverted with guilt over it when she could already feel his strong tension and regret for coming here. It had been a foolish thing to bring up. She changed the subject, ”You have met Princess Celestia perhaps? If you are Wonderbolt truly, then you must have!” she gleefully asked, progressing down into his spinal area with her massage.
”Aw, sorry to disappoint but I made a bit of a lie. I’m still uh… kind of new with the Wonderbolts. I haven’t gotten to go to the Grand Galloping Gala quite yet, but here’s hoping for this year to be the one!” he responded, downtrodden at first, but quickly turning it around.
”I have not heard of Grand Galloping Gala. Explain,” she asked, truly unaware of the connotations being stated. Being stuck in the Frozen North left you with little idea of Equestria’s going-ons.
”The Grand Galloping Gala? It’s only the most regal party in the entirety of Equestria! Ponies in gowns everywhere, and us, the Wonderbolts, we’re treated to our own special area and get treated like we were Princess Celestia herself. It’s pretty amazing. It’s such a priviledge to go,” he mused, going into full fantasy mode, picturing all there was to explore and do at the Gala, only having heard stories.
”So I may go to this Gala?” Misty asked, genuinely curious and excited to see this affair.
”Aww no hun. You need a ticket to go. Only the best and most affluent ponies of Equestria get tickets to it. I should be getting mine any day now,” he beamed as Misty finished his massage, beaming herself in feeling the positive radiation from him. ”Man, I thought this was gonna be a terrible idea to go to this girly spa, but it’s not bad. I feel great! Keep it real northern song,” he spoke with boisterous glee as he removed himself from the seat and exited the spa with a smile. Misty looked and noticed he’d forgotten to leave a tip, but it didn’t matter. He was happy. That was all that mattered really.