Biscuit Bass Sept 3, 2014 13:18:23 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2014 13:18:23 GMT -6
||| Biscuit Bass |||
#Age Group ;
#Cutie Mark ; (see attachment)
#Occupation ; String musician, playing a bass guitar more commonly used by unicorns. he has special apparatus, which he engineered himself, that allows him to use his hooves to pluch and press strings. it only works on 4 string bass, thanks to the large, well spaced strings.
#Powers and Abilities ; flight, music and theoretical engineering.
tall, average build, with slightly wider shoulders.
#Mane and fur color and style ;
the fur is a light beige colour, a hue that could be recognized as cookie dough, his mane is a mixture of mint green and chocolate brown, in a side spiked style, reminiscent of one of his favorite artists "DJ-PON3" however his rear bangs are a little longer and overall his hair is shaggier.
#Eye color ;
Bright lime green
#Other appearance details (optional) ;
his hooves are a bare slate colour, but have small tufts that drop over them
#A more thorough description (optional) ;
standing at roughly 4'9" tall, and well endowed with his physique, Biscuit has a proud stance about him. however the way he walks could be considered lazy, and his flying, less than professional. due to his non-conventional (for a Pegasus) way of life, he has little time to fly and spends allot of time walking and standing. due to this way of living, his flying skills could be considered worse than that of Fluttershy's. his facial structure consists of a smaller than average nose and a facial expression that varies from straight blank to cheesy grin. with not much else in between. a small scar on his forehead is the only blemish worth talking about, received when he was a young colt, in an accident involving a heavy door, his older nephew and his face, during a game of tag.
to put it frankly, conversations are not Biscuits strong point. though not an only child, His siblings had grown up and fled the home in search of independent lives when he was too young to remember. this simulated "only child" situation, means Biscuit has grown accustom to himself, and likes to keep it that way. expressing himself only when painfully necessary, or through the music he plays. he does have a passionate side, which he shows again through music, but also towards any mare he cares about.
Biscuit was born on a far off eastern island known as Great Buckland. when he was a colt he dreamed of moving to equestria to pursue his dream of being a music star, practicing in a local pub and slowly becoming famous locally, soon enough he had enough money and pursued his dream. however being dropped in Los Pegasus, he found his way to ponyville. where he has been living for a short time. his story continues here.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Henry or Biscuit
#Gender/Preferred Pronouns ;
#How did you find us? ; my friend kala or "charlie" showed me
#Sample RP ;
the quiet stallion slowly walked along the street, it was late, dark and cold. he hurried towards the bright lights of the inn, trying to find shelter. he had been walking for hours weighed down by the bags of his belongings and his bass guitar. his hooves still bore the apparatus with which he used to play the instrument, he had forgotten to remove them, making it awkword to walk.
he saw a few hurried passers by "hey, um can you.." the unknown mare simply hurried by without an answer "well.. thanks anyway." he then muttered "arsehole" under his breath. as he finaly spotted the front of the inn. "il have to find some work tomorrow. for now, sleep"