Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2015 21:16:50 GMT -6
||| MARBLE PIE |||
Basic Information
Name: Marble "Inky" Pie
Age Group: Young Adult
Orientation: Homosexual
Gender: Female
Species: Earth Pony
Occupation: Rock Farmer
Skills / Talents: Glassmithing
Physique: Average / Fit
Other Details: Mutism
Personality
First and most obviously, Marble is an extremely shy young mare. She flees and hides from focus, and the larger the crowd, the more overwhelmingly she avoids it. Even when she isn't trying to hide from notice, she does not make eye contact ordinarily. She tends to hide in the fringe of her mane and peek at somebody from it if she has to look their way. However, within her shyness, there is a friendliness. She can perk a smile, wave, and if she's feeling spirited, she may rally her effort and give a hum of approval. Though she can write well, communication with her comes down to nonverbal communication as she's also shy to write out a conversation.
So what about the mare underneath the silence and very difficult anxiety? Marble Pie doesn't hide a contradictory other self. She's helpful and humble, and strives for calmness in her surroundings. She's rather intelligent, perceptive, and seems to have rather good foresight, making her excellent competition in games as long as the spirit isn't competitive. She listens where others would instead speak, and sometimes can surprise other ponies by being helpful in a way they didn't realize they needed. Whatever her philosophy is, she's never expressed it directly, but when a day has passed peacefully, she sometimes stands with her head and a smile held high.
History
Marble was the last born of the four Pie quadruplets (if by moments), and was unique among them for being the only one that never cried, which immediately caught the attention of the doctors. Later, it was learned that little Marble could not cry or make a sound beyond tiny, quiet notes at the greatest of efforts, and furthermore, that she would never be able to speak, the nerves in her vocal cords ill-formed. Because of this, she was raised a bit differently as a foal, her crib in the parents' bedroom, and she could never be far away from them, unable to cry or vocally alert them.
As a filly, she slept in the room with her sisters at last, bonding fast with Pinkie. While one sister grew up determined and forceful, another became stoic and independent, leaving Pinkie, who started to read Marble and speak for her. As long as Pinkie didn't lead her into large social circumstances, Marble tended to follow her. However, the Pie Family Rock Farm is a lonely place, and so the sisters learned to be social and cooperative, despite their crystallizing quirks. As older fillies, they started to work more and more in the Farm, but how could soft and shy Marble take on a life of mining? Marble would help her mother in the house.
The story of Marble's cutie mark started with a county fair, where ... she had to be persistently flanked by Maud and Limestone just to walk among the crowds. It was a miserable experience, until she encountered a performance by a glassmith who made tiny figurines with glass. It completely transfixed her, the entire performance, and finding out her name, the glassmith quickly made a marble for her with a swirl of her eye color. She started to ask and ask to be able to try glass, since after all, the Rock Farm had so many resources to spare. Not normally being one to insist on anything, the family would pitch together to help her get started.
Of course, glassmithing is a dangerous craft, and so even when Marble had a little shop near the quarry, she depended on supervision and help, and at first, everything was frightening. For months, a bin was filled with caved-in bottles, depressed jars, and egg-shaped marbles. More than anything, she wanted to make a pretty marble just like the one made for her. She finally made one, large, using a glass rod for each of her sisters and her: pink, purple, blue, and green. The swirls came together and shimmered, and with help, finally finished her first piece. Looking inside at the colors intertwined, her cutie mark finally appeared, and she smiled widely.
At present, she still lives at home, helping around the house, and sells many of her works via consignment. Her profits go into her family, providing backup income for the family's needs or unexpected expenses, though she maintains a mild savings. She's passionate about her savings even if it's not much, and nopony else in the house knows about it, but if she has a want for that savings, it would be anypony's guess for what. She remains extremely shy to new ponies and new situations, but very helpful as well as the years may soon transition her and her sisters still on the farm from helpful youths to adults responsible for everything.
Roleplayer Information
Name: Ink "Inky" Script (♓)
Age: Доброе утро, Мир!
Gender: Female
How did you find us?: Equestria Daily
Sample RoleplayThe rain pattered down on the house endlessly, and Marble Pie woke up with a start, looking up into the slats supporting Pinkamena's old bunk, still made with fresh sheets and ready for her next visit home. Marble stayed still there for about half an hour, but closing her eyes would not bring sleep and keeping her eyes open would not see them tire and close. She turned her head and looked to the other bunk set, and no one else was disturbed. Sometimes, going to one of them would help when she felt restless, but only if they were awake. She didn't want to disturb. It wasn't a good idea to wake up Limestone, and ... it wasn't easy to wake up Maud.
She pulled the covers aside and softly slid out from her bed onto a thin straw mat, quiet even on a silent night. She opened the bedroom door, closed it carefully, and walked down the hallway, wondering to herself what was the better cure for the night's restlessness ... hot water and salt? Sandstone cider? Or maybe just tap water and ... a thought occurred to her, and she made her way into the kitchen with little more than her memory and cloud-cut moonlight coming through the windows. When a floorboard groaned a little, she stopped, but for once, calmed quickly: if there was one place she could be comfortable in the dark, it'd be home.
Minutes later, she sat in the rocking chair on the porch with a glass of water, watching the rain where it streaked past the slivers of moonlight. It was one of the things she loved about Conglomerate County; the rain would sometimes go on for days, but the clouds would stay for weeks. The rain made the ground and the mine challenging, but that was also why her family was secure, for the patience and expertise it took to safely take the rocks. They would never lose their home either. She sipped and listened, letting tomorrow be tomorrow. Lightning flashed far away, making a silhouette of Holder's Boulder. She smiled, then sipped, imagining newborn scales.