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||| Strings Malohart |||
#Name; Affetto 'Strings' Malohart
#Age Group ; Young Adult
#Orientation; Bi-Sexual
#Gender ; Male
#Species; Unicorn
#Cutie Mark ; A Tenor Clef
#Occupation ; Musician/ helping hand at local music shop.
#Powers and Abilities ; As all unicorns, he is able to use magic, a specific type he is skilled at is Illusion. He is also musically inclined, playing a wide arrange of instruments, though prefers those of the string category.
#Physique ; He's fairly average weight, despite his appetite, and a bit tall for his age.
#Mane and fur color and style ; Black mane/ tail, grey fur.
#Eye color ; Red.
#Other appearance details (optional) ; A casual black button up vest with a fine red tie.
#A more thorough description (optional) ; The Neightalian-Equestrian stallion has a bit of an accent, carried from his mother's side of the family.
#Personality ; So you know those kids who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths? Yeah, he doesn't want to be one of them. He's the one who strays from that path, in order to make his own. He prefers to keep some customs such as bowing when saying hello, and showing off that fancy colt charm, but when you get down to his center, he just wants to be treated as everyone else. He loosens that tie, keeps the top two buttons undone, and purposely messes his hair. He doesn't want to be the special guest at a gathering, he wants to be another stallion that showed up to the party.
Suppose that Mr. Malohart is a jumble of things. At times he can be difficult, others he can be the moral support of the area. He cares for his friends, even if they aren't really much of his friend. He tries to keep ponies happy, raising spirits, and entertain the meek. If there's conflict, he tries to avoid it, or butt in and find a peaceful solution. But, push him over his edge and he isn't afraid to throw a few punches. He's a gentle-colt when it comes to mares, he can put on a show anytime, but he's a stallion of commitment and dedication.
Through his loyalty, love, persistence, and support for others, it's no wonder why he makes friends so quickly.~
#History ; Affetto "Strings" Malohart was born in Manehatten on June 2nd, Sunday afternoon. Born son of Bravado Malohart (A famous Swing singer), and Alto Spring (An opera Singer, a wealthy couple living near the off in the outskirts of the city, in a magnificent manor. At a young age, Strings showed interest in the music of Allegro Malohart, his grandfather. Ever since he was able, he would try to climb up onto the bench next to his grandfather when he played the piano, mashing at a few keys, fall asleep to his grandfather's melodies. It wasn't hard for his grandfather to see he had a knack for music and it was decided as his goal that over the years he'd make young Strings a musical major by the time he was in the 6th grade.His grandfather had always tried to introduce him to the many families of instruments, so far hes learned to play: trombone, trumpet, Prench horn, tuba, oboe, bassoon, clarinet, xylophones, bongos, tympani, snare, piano, mandolin, guitar, harp, and of course, the violin. Most of them are played decently, although there was an incident with the tuba that made it quite... challenging to play.
When Strings was in the 4th grade, the school had a bit of a talent show type program. He applied into it with a friend of his, Double Bass, who was to do a duet with him. On the night of the program, he was waiting for his partner. He never showed due to sickness, but he didn't want to just back out of the show, so he decides to go up and perform solo. When his time came, he took the stage and looked out to the audience, anxiety slowly rising. He started off shaky, the crowd whispering among itself. He looked to his parents, his mother with an encouraging smile. He took a deep breath and remembered what his grandfather had taught him: "Find your inner happiness and share it with the audience." He began playing again, inserting his feeling into the music, letting the crowd feel his emotion. They looked in shock and awe at the young colt, playing such sounds that could be considered a siren's song. After taking a bow, he looked among the stomping ponies, cheering him on for an encore as his flank began to glow. A tenor clef taking its rightful place on his rear's side.
Sadly, the teachings had come to an end in the middle of Strings' 5th grade summer vacation, Allegro had passed from the land of the living. In the old stallion's will, Strings inherited his signature violin, Dear Raviola. The first few months he's grieved over the dark blue wooded beauty, the fact that he's wanted to own it, play it, and change the world with it like his grandfather had, made him sick to his stomach... Until... He found a message on a piece of paper, that was inside the violin. It read: "Affetto, my dear grandson, you have the potential to do great things in the future. Opportunities to entertain and influence the hearts of many, just as I once did. So, on this day, your graduation from my mentor-ship, I bestow upon you the one who reached out with her voice and brought life to the spirits of audiences across the lands, Dear Raviola. Please, take care of her with your life, for she will do the same for you some day. And never forget to ensure your own happiness when helping other's pursue theirs. You're Granpapa, Allegro Malohart."
His middle school/ high school years were just as awkward as any other pre-teen/ teenager's. He went through the natural process of becoming a young adult, looked quite handsome, though many of the other students didn't take too much of a liking to him for one specific reason... He was rich. He denied it, saying he was just like everypony else, but it didn't change the fact that he was practically born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He later decided that it was wealth... Money that was the root of all evil. It was the money that was the reason he didn't have friends, no matter how kind he was to others. Being the teenager full of angst that he was, he ran away during his sophomore year, living with a friend who resides in the suburbs. Of course he lied to his friend's parents, saying it was a social experiment for a future senior project that his cousin had warned him about. Psh, yeah, as if anyone would believe that. Oh, but they did. He was a pretty good liar at this age, got away with most things, too.
After graduating high school, he enrolled into the University of Chicoltgo. Though it was a struggle to gather enough bits through part time jobs and street performances. His college years were a slight struggle, dealing with studying for finals, keeping balance of his schedule and sleep patterns. Although the parties were a blast, he found it best to hang out with smaller, more select groups, if granted the choice. He's majored in the art of Illusionary spells and magic, and minored in arts and graphic design, his psychology classes were a pain, along with astrological theory 101. He's spent two years in college, earning his associate's degree. He's moved out of his dorm, payed off the loans, debt free, and now resides in Ponyville, where he lives in a rental house. As for his job? Well, it's not an official job, but he performs in the streets with his violin, raking in bits from small crowds that find joy in his entertaining sounds.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Jo
#Age ; 18
#Gender/Preferred Pronouns ; Male
#How did you find us? ; Thoth.
#Sample RP ;
Sitting down on a Sunday afternoon, Strings is settled down at the kitchen table, reading through the papers about a concert in June. With a look of interest and a sip of his cider, he notices a hairy little spider. He grimaces at it, rolling up his articles. He prepares to strike, bringing his hoof back, but looks at the arachnid with a bit of consideration. Unrolling the paper, he sweeps the spider on it like a dustpan, bringing it to the kitchen window. "Alright, alright, go on." He gives the paper a small shake. "Shoo now, little creepy crawly..." It scuttles to the edge of the paper and he gives it another shake, sending it out into the grass. "There we are, have a fantastic Sunday." He ducks back in from the window, shutting it behind him.
Returning to his paper and cider, he notices an ad for work at a local music shop. 'That might be an option...' He thinks to himself, circling around the ad with a pen.
