Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2015 22:18:56 GMT -6
||| DEAD BEAT |||
#Name; Dead Beat
#Age Group ; Adult
#Orientation; Bisexual (Prefers Stallions)
#Gender ; Mare
#Species; Bat Pony
#Cutie Mark ; An eighth note with a bat wing.
#Occupation ; None (Former Band Singer)
#Powers and Abilities ; Besides the standard bat pony abilities, Dead Beat is able to be loud, REALLY LOUD.
#Physique ; Short with a slightly pudgy build.
#Mane and fur color and style ; Grey/white coat, with a black/grey mane shaped like an audio wave.
#Eye color ; A couple shades lighter than lavender.
#Other appearance details ; Occasionly skull styled irises thanks to some custom contact lenses.
#Personality ;
Dead Beat just wants to be free, free to do what she wants to do. And she wants to get loaded and have a good time, and that's what she's gonna do! As a pony, she is a fun loving bat who just wants to live life and maybe find some handsome/beautiful pony to settle down with, have a couple of pups, and find a nice gig to finance her relatively carefree life style.
As a former cabaret singer, she likes to think that she is a classy mare who can keep her head on straight, but in her heart, she is a saucy one who wants to be loved by all and due to low self-esteem, will fall for anyone close to a smooth talker if the talk her up enough.
If she gets nervous, she begins to doubt herself which can lead to her being found somewhere nearby, alone, messing with her hair or kicking her hooves back and forth, or on cloudy days, staring up at the clouds, trying to avoid other ponies.
She is quick to trust ponies that treat her like a normal pony, and even quicker to bring them to bed, but only to sleep. She, like many other bats, loves to sleep with others. SLEEP, as in zzzzzz... sleep. It makes her feel at home, even if she only just met the pony.
A few other quick notes about Dead Beat. She is not easy to offend, but is moderately easy to upset if you insult her singing or her hair. She enjoys a drink once in a while, when she can afford it. She hates coffee, loves ice cream, and hums when she is bored.
#History ;
Born in a Manehatten colony, Dead Beat was the youngest of two foals, being the younger sister to a colt name Phat Beat. Daughter of stallion Never More and mare Rag Time, she was raised in a loving family, but mainly by her mother, who was very fond of the piano. Her father, while almost always home, would lock himself in his study and work on his novels, leaving her mother to interact with the pups. Because of this, both Dead Beat and her brother found themselves surrounded by music.
As they grew, their mother would play her piano as they tried out many instruments, trumpets, drums, the triangle! Nah, none of them fit, but one day, they both tried something new, little Phatty tried the long lost art of beat boxing, while the tiny Dead Beat tried singing, to which both excelled. Phat threw down beat after beat, while Dead belted out higher and higher pitched scales, leading to the destruction of all the glass in the house, simultaneously causing hundreds of bits in damage AND the appearance of her cutie mark. Her brother may have gotten his that day too, but what he did wasn't nearly as cool and irresponsible.
With a relatively uneventful home life after gaining her cutie mark, Dead Beat would sing in her spare time, in her home, when running errands for her mom, when trying to coax her dad out of his study. On one of her outings for her mother, her singing caught the attention of three street performing stallions, Nightcrawler, Nightshade, and Necro Dancer. Nightcrawler, a cellist, a smarmy one who liked to make googly eyes at all the mares. Nightshade, the stallion with the violin, the quiet one, he would only speak when relevant to situation. Necro Dancer, likely not his real name, a bongo player who's name was very fitting, as he danced among the street walking folk to the beat of his own drum, literally, while being nearly unbearable due to some extremely loose use of cologne.
After finishing a performance, Dead Beat, being near by, was singing in her own little world when she was approached by Nightcrawler who offered her a position as the vocalist of their little group. As a youngster, she didn't know of the trouble these stallions were. Going from street corners to their bedrooms and other very unusual places, they worked together, up to the point that they played their first actual gig... in some back alley club. They played, and whooooooooow boy did they play hard. Dancing under a spotlight and in her mothers favorite black dress, with a few... personal modifications, Dead Beat sang her heart out, and her band mates were... there too! The whole night itself was a bit of a blur to her. Some bowing, a bit of drinking, a hot tub... some slaps, a little bit of crying. What ever had happened afterward, it wasn't pretty. They split up, they never had a band name, didn't even live the high life. Dead Beat ended up leaving home to find a new life, while the future of her band mates was left uncertain.
Now that she lives her life on the open roads of Equestria, she writes her mother, and occasionally her father, but otherwise, she lives day to day on whatever she can find.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Reed
#Age ; 22
#Gender/Preferred Pronouns ; Dude-guy
#How did you find us? ; The power of future sight
#Sample RP ;
Brrrr... she shivered. It was the eye of the storm, no wind, no rain, just silence. Dead Beat had picked a terrible place to hunker down for the evening. A damp whole in the ground with a little wooden cover, about hoof deep in water. Quite a bad place, indeed, but now was her chance to move. Maybe some handsome stallion would let her into their home for the night, or some kind mare would invite her in for some tea, but they couldn't do it if she stayed in the hole, so she she bolted out.
This town was so nifty, even in the middle of a storm. Ponyville, the sign had said when she wandered in. Ponies could be seen in their well lit homes, surrounded by their families, wrapped in heavy blankets. It made her shiver again at what she had left behind.
“♪♫ Dudes... I totally miss you~ I really miss you~ I'm all alone, all the time, all the time~ Dudes, I totally miss you, the things we did together... Where have I gone~? ♪♫”
Her brother, her mother, and her father... she was warmed by the thought of them, and bleghed at the thought of her dad. Why did she leave? She missed them... for the most part, all the time they spent together, that she could go back to at anytime. She had no quarrels with them... for the most part, and had done nothing to make them mad at her. This was a really weird time to think of these things, as all the time she had wasted brought the rain down on her, drenching her hair and making her sniffle.
“Awww... bogus...” she lifted her mane with a hoof.