Diamond Tiara Aug 31, 2014 11:40:28 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2014 11:40:28 GMT -6
||| Diamond Tiara |||
#Name; Diamond Tiara
#Age Group ; School age
#Gender ; Female
#Species; Earth pony
#Cutie Mark ;
#Occupation ; Student
#Powers and Abilities ; If you asked Diamond Tiara, she would say she's highly skilled in a lot of areas. More truthfully, she's a fast learner when she puts her mind to something, and is a bold, strong leader (not always a good one, mind you)
#Physique ; Small and hoping for a growth spurt soon.
#Mane and fur color and style ; Diamond Tiara has a predominantly light purple mane, with some white streaks, which is quite wavy. Her fur is light pink in colour.
#Eye color ; Blue
#Other appearance details (optional) ; Diamond Tiara almost always wears her namesake piece of jewellary: a tiara, given to her by her father at her birth. She has only been allowed to wear it for the past couple of years.
When meeting Diamond Tiara, anypony would quickly realise that she's opinionated and outspoken. She's never afraid to make her feelings clear, whether she's talking to her best friend Silver Spoon, the postpony, or somepony she's never even met before. This is good in that it means she's never going to be shy going in to a new situation and will always stand up for herself, but it's bad in that many ponies would prefer her to keep a lot of her opinions to herself. Having an inflated opinion of herself, she sounds quite arrogant and demanding. Believing herself to be special, she will always argue that the best job should go to her, the last sweet should be sold to her even though she's second in line, that she should always get what she wants. In the past, this has normally happened, but now that's she's not a little kid any more, her father is becoming less agreeable. She's finding that she has to compromise or just accept "no" as an answer a lot more as she grows up, especially at school, and she doesn't like it one bit.
Diamond Tiara's other main flaw is that she's rude. Actively rude. She's been called a bully in the past, which is more accurate than she will accept. She has a habit of making fun of others, mainly her fellow schoolponies, but not limited to them. She regularly mocks the blank flanks in her class - or Cutie Mark Crusaders, as they prefer to be called - for their lack of cutie marks as well as anything else they do which seems silly to her. Anything out of the ordinary, such as Granny Smith, is also a prime target. She can't remember ever having teased her friend Silver Spoon, though, so she believes herself to be a good friend. But with the exception of her and those Diamond Tiara admires - her father, Filthy Rich, and her teacher, Cheerilee - she doesn't pay any mind to ponies' feelings. She herself is quite strong and doesn't let things affect her, although it's fair to say she hasn't really been made fun of the way she makes fun of others. Recently she has been put in her place a few times, and while it's had no effect on her actions so far, she is only a young pony. It's not certain whether this selfish, rude behaviour will stay as she grows older.
As well as being outspoken, Diamond Tiara is very bossy. She likes to take charge of situations and run the as she sees fit. If she has to work on a school project with other ponies, you can be sure it'll be her who assigns out the workload to her teammates. She'll probably also assign practically no work to herself, but being the leader is work in itself, right? Making sure everypony performs to standard is hard work! Normally this leads to a high grade on the work and a bunch of ponies mad at her, but occasionally she can take things too far: case in point, when she was the editor of the school newspaper. While she thought it was a great success, other ponies cared about their own feelings too much, and she got demoted. Unfair, she believed, not seeing their side of things at all.
Liking fancy, exclusive things, Diamond Tiara is quite shallow. She can revise her whole opinion of a pony based on finding out what town they came from. If a pony has something she wants or which seems special, she will quickly act like their friend, regardless of how she's treated them in the past. The more gullible ponies can fall for this, showing she can be nice when she feels like it - it just doesn't last very long. If a pony receives what she thinks is too much attention, especially if it's over a special skill, Diamond Tiara can get quite jealous. She's very concerned with being the best, and having the best. This would be a lot easier if her father hadn't suddenly decided to assign her a meagre allowance. As much as she loves him, he's really starting to become a pain in the rump.
Diamond Tiara is the only child of a very well off businesspony and his wife, a former Canterlot high society mare. The two ponies were enchanted by their little daughter and spent as much time with her as they could, playing games and buying her every fancy toy they found. However, this time was not to last. Diamond Tiara's father, Filthy Rich, runs a highly successful business which suddenly took a downturn due to some unfulfilled contracts. Filthy Rich found himself working much longer hours, to the disgust of his wife. She felt that he paid no attention to her anymore, and was bored left at home to look after their daughter. She grew so unhappy that Filthy Rich came home one day to find the house empty: his wife had left to start over in Manehatten. He did still have his daughter, at least: he discovered that Diamond Tiara had been left at her friend Silver Spoon's house, rather than being taken with her mother.
Diamond Tiara spent quite a lot of time at Silver Spoon's house. Her father's business did recover, but it took some time, during which her father was barely at home. With no relatives nearby, they had to rely on the their neighbours. While she missed her mother, Diamond Tiara was young enough that she felt like this was a long party, rather than abandonment. Filthy Rich wasn't as lucky, and once the business was running smoothly again, he tried his best to make up for his wife no longer being around. If Diamond Tiara saw something she wanted, he would buy it for her right away. If Diamond Tiara wanted to go somewhere, he'd take her. They didn't go to Manehatten, though. A year after she left, Diamond Tiara's mother began to write letters to her daughter, finally starting to feel some guilt herself. They haven't seem each other since, though, and Filthy Rich hasn't communicated with her at all.
Having made good friends with Silver Spoon when they were so young, Diamond Tiara was content to spend her time playing with her one friend. She liked just having the one, it made her feel special. Unlike other foals she saw running about outside, she was picky. She wouldn't be friends with just anybody. Her father had taught her that one didn't become successful by acceptable goods of all quality. One had to be selective. One had to accept only the best. Diamond Tiara turned down the requests of others to play, such as that Apple Bloom who showed up covered in orchard dirt. Soon enough everyone had drawn up their friend groups, and starting school didn't change this very much, at least not for her. Diamond Tiara was happy with who she was and what her life was like, and she wasn't afraid to show this. Fear was for babies. She wasn't even scared that she'd never see her mother again, not at all, so why would she be scared of school?
The best way to show to others - and to yourself - that you weren't afraid of school was to take charge of the situation. While the other ponies stood about, wondering if they should enter the classroom, Diamond Tiara went straight in and took a desk at the front, making sure that the one next to her would be for Silver Spoon. When the teacher asked them questions, she made sure to answer, even if she wasn't confident in the answer. If you act like you belong somewhere, you will, and so it was. It didn't take her long to truly not be scared of school, and she got pretty good grades. Some ponies were beyond uncool, but that was to be expected. Not everyone was like her, no matter what her father had started to tell her. According to him she was getting a bit big-headed, and since he thought it was partly his fault, he was trying to teach her not to be. She didn't know what was wrong with him, but hoped he'd snap out of it soon.
As part of this "re-education," Filthy Rich took Diamond Tiara to his work once a week, at an off-shoot of his main store. At first she complained and complained, especially when he assigned her to putting price tags on items. Booooring. Then he slowly gave her more responsibility, and one day she found herself in charge of a team of four ponies. She had to assign them to pricing, unpacking, whatever else was needed to be done in the storeroom that day. It agreed with her. Bossing around ponies who would be helpless without that (at least according to her), in order to get the job done when otherwise it would fall hopelessly apart and the store would have to close (again, according to her). All of a sudden her team stopped working and stared at her, but she stopped yelling at them when she realised it was because her cutie mark had appeared. A replica of her tiara, she found it to be quite elegant, and when next at school started to lord it over the blank flanks.
The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Lainey
#Age ; 25
#Gender/Preferred Pronouns ; Female
#How did you find us? ; An ad on some site, via google
#Sample RP ;
When a whole class of schoolponies squished into one carriage on a train and proceeded to talk at the top of their lungs, the noise was enough to make you want to jump out the window. BlahblahblahEXCITEDblahblahCAMPblahblahblah. Couldn't they just shut up? The sun was barely up. The rule was, no talking before nine, ten on weekends. It was Saturday. It wasn't even close to ten. They needed to "BE QUIEEEEET!" Diamond Tiara shrieked shrilly. All the ponies turned and looked at her, then started laughing and returned to their stupid conversations. "Ahh!" she continued, quieter this time, and with no reaction. She covered her eyes with her front hooves, as if the noise would be gone along with the sight of them.
She had not wanted to get out of bed. She never got out of bed this early. She couldn't see why she couldn't have taken a later train and then hired somebody to take her to the campsite. It wasn't as if they couldn't afford it. Her dad had seemed to accept this - silently - last night, but a mere fifteen minutes ago, she'd be awoken by him tugging her curtains open with his teeth. If she acted like she was still asleep, he'd give up, and let her go in later. He should have. Any proper father would have. No, instead he'd pulled off her blanket, dropped a packed saddlebag next to her, and offered her an apple. An apple! An apple! As if that would make it all okay. Camping was bad enough, let alone having to leave this early!
By the time she'd finished telling all of this to Filthy Rich, she'd had to run to make it to the train in time. She was the last one there and as she squeezed on, trying not to pant so loudly, she saw there was only one seat left, next to Snails. Silver Spoon had somehow managed to get out of going - clearly she had the proper sort of father - so it wasn't like she had a friend to sit next to, but still. Snails was one of her last choices. He offered her a dopey smile as she sat down, but she pretended not to see it. Even if it wasn't too early for talking, she wouldn't talk to him. She dropped her hooves and slumped back in the seat, wondering if it was too late to fake being sick. The last straw was when someponies started singing a song. She stomped her way towards the door, which somepony just had to be sitting in front of. "Get out of the way, or you're leaving through it first!"