Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2012 2:28:24 GMT -6
||| SPIKE |||
#Name; Spike
#Age Group ; youth (still a baby by dragon standards, though)
#Gender ; male
#Species; dragon (and not of the regular kind, either, it seems.)
#Cutie Mark ; --
#Occupation ; Twilight Sparkle's number one assistant, thank you
#Powers and Abilities ; green fire, which is able to both actually burn and able to send letters over great distances--there is a sort of gastric backlash, through; incredibly trough scales which may become effected by water. If he gives into his greed, he can become quite the nightmare...
#Physique ; full of baby fat
#Mane and fur color and style ; purple and green
#Eye color ; green
#Other appearance details (optional) ;
#A more thorough description (optional) ;
Presently, he is a chubby little purple scaled fellow. His is primarily bipedal, though he can travel upon all four claws if need be. His hind legs are rather squat, not much good for running, but the muscle in the thigh is fairly large and appears to be good for something that Spike just hasn't figured to use it for yet. His forelimbs are dexterious and quite a bit thinner than his rear pair, able to hold a quill and reach into tight spaces. Spike's head is simply massive, but that may have more to do with his juvenile state than his actual anatomy. His tail is lumped up, usually curled upwards or in some manner that it will be out of the way. His spines are rounded, which is good as Spike would prefer not to distance himself from his friends. His throat and such have a different kind of scaling, akin to the belly of a crocodile in that it is softer but also a wider sort of plating there. His eyes are slitted in true reptilian fashion, but it goes unnoticed most of the time. His tongue is extremely long and highly maneuverable. His teeth, primarily two snaggly eyeteeth, are quite sharp but manage to chew gem stones with relative ease.
#Personality ;
Spike is a very happy fellow. However, due to the trials he is put through in daily life, it is usually put behind a venere of sarcasm and snarkery, though he himself is unaware of this defense mechanism. He is easily frustrated and confused, though what he does understand he is not at all ashamed to put to use. He enjoys nothing more than feeling useful, especially to those he cares about, going to great lengths to find himself of value to them.
Spike is, as all dragons are, a bit possessive. However, with his upbringing, his possessiveness is toned down to the level where he can allow whatever it is he's wanting after to do as it must as long as he may see it. The best example of this nature would be when he felt his position as Twilight's assistant upsurped by her owl--we shant utter the creepy little dude's name--and he fell into an absolute meltdown. He is patient, though, so he often calculates his actions before rushing headlong into some bout of revenge. But, do trust, when he acts, it will be dramatic, it will be intentful, and it will not be a light insult. Why, he tried to frame the owl for the murder of a mouse, for pony's sake! When living among herbavoirs who rarely, if ever, see death in their day-to-day lives, that would be an extremely big deal.
Beyond the overgrown whelp running with dogs much, much to powerful for him and the runt who simply wants to keep the bone he found, there is a bit of an existance crisis currently being expirenced by Spike. He admits it only to Pee-Wee, and only on off days, days when it rains and Celestia and the weather patrol see fit to let it down pour neutral gray. He recounts ambigious lost feelings and emotional stalemates. He tells his phoenics of a desire to be a proper dragon, unlike the ruffians he once met, and of his desire to be a real pony, which is to have a pure heart and an open spirit. He languishes of generous spirits slowly fading from his grasp and joy bells he finds hauntingly familiar. He speaks of the future and of the wings he is sure by now will not grow. More than anything, he speaks of gratitude.
For that, in whole, is who Spike is: a content creature. Life is well, and he enjoys it. He is, however, ever so slightly embittered by the thought that one day this will change. Twilight Sparkle will gain a family as her brother did, and then what for Spike? His friends will change. He is aware that he needs to gather some of his own, not counting on Twilight's companions to be his playmates. But these are distant worries and he has chores to do. The books in the library are always in need of reshelving, thanks to Twilight.
#History ;
Spike's first memory is actually of Princess Celestia's library. He recalls hovering near Twilight as she read a book she was both too young and too advanced to read. He ended up learning how to read that day and how he began his one-sided friendship with the filly.
Before that, Spike knows that he was raised by Princess Celestia, which is good because despite his imprinting upon Twilight she was a filly and a very non-social one that. (After all, at that point, she only accepted Shining Armor and perhaps Cadence as friends.) He then went on to become his hatcher's little shadow, eventually gaining the official position as her assistant.
Naturally, whe Twilight moved to Ponyville, Spike came as well. He worried for her during the Nightmare Moon fiasco, but could do little to help. He has supported Twilight through all her trials, snarky comments fueling her to do her best along with other things. He even went through a few trials of himself regarding his dragon hieratage. His bonds with others--be they of friendship, rivalry, or affection--grew and blossomed, giving him his own few friends outside of Twilight's own crew. His personal favorite at the moment is either Sweetie Belle, who is adventurous but also sweet, or Pee-Wee, his ill-gained baby phoenix. As for his throughts of Discord--whom we shall not talk about because VOMIT CITY--and Chrysalis, he's a bit torn. Why? Because they seem naturally inclined toward these disasterous actions... and you shouldn't throw rocks if you live in a glass house.
All the same, Spike can't complain. Over the course of his adventures, Spike managed to gain an almost sibling-ish relationship with Spike, a stalemate-crush-thin with Rarity, an ego-feeder in Fluttershy, a super awesome party buddy in Pinkie Pie, an intimidating but protective ally in Rainbow Dash, and a kind, simplistic fellow workaholic in Applejack. However, he has recently started to branch out and befriend ponies closer to his own "age", such as Sweetie Belle and her friends, plus Snips and Snails.
The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; MONSTERmama
#Age ; 17
#Gender ; female
#How did you find us? ; ad on PokemonstersLive!
#Sample RP ;
The sun was shining brightly in the middle of town square. The newly repaired town hall looked lovely. One could hardly tell that there was anything damaged at any point of it. Spike's green eyes flicked over to the building, then over to the ill-concieved contraption. Rainbow Dash, as awesome and intimidating as the sound-barrier destroying mare was, was a horrible, horrible influence. Spike was sure of it.
"Uh, Scootaloo--"
"Not now, Spike!"
Spike crossed his arms, huffing slightly from between Snails and Sweetie Belle. Applebloom was beyond them, judging the distances and heights Scootaloo needed to achieve the get heights Rainbow Dash herself had attempted with Applejack's help. Spike wondered why the student thought she could do something the master had no. Maybe she had been watching too much science fiction again.
"Cheer up, Spike!" Snails said in that languid syntax he normally spoke in. "Scootaloo's gonna ~fly~ waaaaay over the building and make a scoot-a-boom!"
"... there is no such thing as a scoot-a-boom, Snails." The baby dragon looked to Sweetie Belle. "Come on, you're knowledgeable. Scoot-a-boom, really?"
Sweetie Belle smiled brightly before looking toward her friend Scootaloo with a look Spike often wondered was admiration of the highest caliber. "Maybe we'll see it today? Scootaloo's really determined..."
"CANNON BALL!" Snips suddenly yelled, jumping down on the opposite side of the plank of Scootaloo. The orange filly sailed through the air for all of five seconds before crashing down onto an unfortunately timed Pipsqueak.
"AH!"
The entire crew ran over, eyes wide in a panick as the pegasus filly and the earth pony attempted to disengage. Sweetie Belle ran over to Pipsqueak, helping him up as Sails helped Scootaloo. Spike caught, from the corner of his green eyes, a too soft smile exchanged from Sweetie Belle to Pipsqueak. He huffed, wispy smoke flowing from his nostrils.
Could he never win?
"Is everyone okay?" he asked with a taunt face. All of the younger children nodded. Applebloom had not missed Spike's look.
"What's up, Spike?"
The baby dragon turned on his heel, waddling away. "Nothing much. I'm going to go stop by Sugarcube Corner. I dropped off some diamond dust earlier, so I'm wondering if my jello is ready."
"Oh! We should all go, friend," Pipsqueak chimed. Spike turned around, willing himself to glare at Pipsqueak but finding no proper reason to.
"... okay," the dragon finally replied, reclucantly smiling as Snips trotted to catch up and the rest of the crew falling into tow.
No. He could never win, he supposed, but second place was a first place loser. Wait... was he trying to make himself feel better or not?