Coco "Coconut" Crusoe Dec 5, 2015 4:51:56 GMT -6
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||| COCO “COCONUT” CRUSOE |||
#Name; Coco “Coconut” Crusoe
#Age Group; Young Adult
#Orientation; Dudes, dudettes, it’s all good man!
#Species; Earth Pony
#Cutie Mark; A palm tree on a sandy island, floating in… his fur.
#Occupation; Owner of the “Coconut Island” Smoothie & Juice Bar, professional boarder and volunteer lifeguard during the summer time.
#Powers and Abilities; For an Earth Pony, Coco seems more at home in the water than he is on land, cutting through a pool or an ocean like a mythical Sea Pony! (Though thankfully his voice doesn’t cause other ponies to flee in terror like the mythical Sea Pony…) And although he started out riding the waves, he’s just as comfortable on a skateboard and snowboard as he is a surfboard, a bit of a local star trying to make it into the big leagues. And to keep himself in shape and from his time abroad, he knows just what kind of fruits and veggies someone needs to get them going, in sip-able smoothie form!
#Physique; Tall and muscular compared to some ponies, standing half-a-head higher or more than most mares.
#Mane & Fur Color and Style; Coco’s fur is a warm, dark brown in a shade just like his nickname and his long, stylishly messy mane a sun-bleached blonde.
#Eye color; Vibrant Violet-Blue, like looking into the deep expanse of the ocean just below the surface.
#Other appearance details; Being more used to warmer climates than found around the more temperate Ponyville, Coco tends to wear clothes on more than a normal occasion than the typical pony would, especially on days with less-than-perfect weather, having been used to the island life of the archipelago of Wai’Neigh'Neigh as a colt and his college days at the beachside San Paso-Fino University. On a mildly nippy day, he’ll be rocking a hoodie with the ol’ SPFU on the front or something else rather snuggly on a “cold” day. You might see him also in his bright orange lifeguard vest while on duty at the local swimming pool or lake during the summertime too, catching rays and applying sunscreen to his muzzle.
#Voice Actor; Andrew Stanton (doing a reprisal of an up-pitched Crush)
Coco Crusoe’s philosophy can be summed up as “Be most excellent to each other, and the world will be excellent with you.” With a chill kind of confidence and a laid-back lifestyle, “Coconut” takes the surfer dude persona to the extreme. With a Los Pegasus Beach accent and using like, like, a comma, Coco can come off on first glance as a clueless bro who’s had too much sunshine roast his brain until only boards, babes and big waves are all he thinks of. But despite the vernacular, the brown furred pony has more going up there than meets the eye. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be the entrepreneur that he was, selling the concept of delicious and nutritious smoothies to Ponyville if he was just big, blond and brainless. Despite appearances, he’s actually a graduate student from San Paso-Fino University with a bachelor’s degree in dietetics, and legally a nutritionist. But sitting around telling pony’s what they should and shouldn’t eat in a lab coat would have bored the stallion to death if he stayed on that one path and instead shows just what a good diet can do.
Like most Earth Ponies, he lives an active lifestyle, though instead of plowing the fields and cultivating crops, keeping a good physique is all for fun and to stay competitive. Though “competitive” might not be the correct word there, because although he aims to be a pro surfer someday, being better than any other pony isn’t his goal. Instead, it’s being better than he was the last time, setting his own goal. Which often makes him look like the most “chillaxed” pony at a surf/skate/snowboarding competition. And he wishes to spread that message to the “Little Dudes and Little Dudettes” he sometimes teaches on the off seasons and on his day’s off. In fact, Coco loves kids and hopes to give them happy, healthy and carefree lives like his parents did for him, but treats them not as defenseless, little angels but as mini-adults, knowing when to give them room to experiment and when to put on his “Adult Hat” when the older bro needs to put his hoof down. (Or at least tries anyways, occasionally with other adult ponies around, he could just be another one of the colts.)
Despite looking and acting out of place for Ponyville, Coco Crusoe was born in the little town by his mother Pineapple Tart; a distant cousin to the Apple Family, and Ad Venture, a San Pegasus native who moved northeast as an ad executive for a travel agency to show the quiet town of Ponyville the sights and sounds of “the big cities of Equestria.” Ad came to Ponyville at first to bring some culture to the sleepy town but stayed due to being a safe environment for his family to live. (Except for the occasional Parasprite infestation or Changeling invasion or malevolent force of evil and/or chaos threatening the destruction of everything… in retrospect, high carriage traffic and intercity gangs maybe wasn’t so bad.) Still, he wanted to provide a better life for his family than when he was living on a beachside shack with his parents. Growing up, Coco had not a want for anything but his over-protective parents left the hyperactive colt bouncing off the walls for something to do, not to mention it left him embarrassed in front of his classmates for being babied so much.
But all of that changed when Ad earned enough in-company points to take his family on a week-long vacation with Coco’s grandparents, Duke Venture and Blue Curacao, to a fancy family-friendly beach resort well-traveled by tourists all over Equestria to the sandy shores of the Wai’Neigh’Neigh Islands. And while out on an excursion boat trip with a group of other vacationing ponies to one of Duke’s favorite islands to show his grandson the joys of surfboarding (under supervision, with a helmet, and floaties as insisted by Coco’s mother), a strange, fast moving storm cut the trip short, as low visibility and the rolling sea sent the ship churning and driven off course as they were driven deeper towards unmapped, unexplored islands in the archipelago. What should have been a 3 hour tour of a well trafficked beach was sent adrift, lost to sea.
A search party of the Equestrian Coast Guard went searching for the missing passenger boat, sweeping the many islands with no luck, as if the ship had simply vanished. But over 6 months during their desperate search as it seemed that no one would be found, the sight of a young brown colt paddling over on a shaped piece of wood instantly caught their eye, Coco greeting the men and women and waving them over towards a safe path through shallow coral reefs to a protected inlet to show where the others were at. It turned out the men and women of the tour weren’t surviving but flourishing, having taken the remains of their ship further into the jungle, where it had been disassembled and turned into an expansive island tree-house community! It turned out that while the captain could play at being in charge, an actual emergency situation wasn’t quite what he could accomplish, but “The Duke”, Coco’s grandpa, was a calm and steady dude, stating in a matter of fact that if they were going to be stranded, they better make the most of what they got and find some food and make shelter. Much to the surprise of Ad Venture, the father he knew to be only content with living in a shack on the beach had chosen that life after traveling all across the South Luna Ocean helping in the construction of “big, glittering towers of glass and hubris” that they were vacationing in. He left that life behind with his Blue Curacao when he felt other ponies weren’t appreciating the simple beauty of nature and its bounty. And what he accomplished with the help of the other ponies showed it could work.
Instead of desperately surviving, Coco got those surfing lessons his grandpa wanted to show him more than he possibly could dream (and with the floaties being punctured and the helmet washed away, without all the baby stuff too!) It turned out all this physical fun could mellow out the little colt and he took to it like a natural. And he got quite a crash course too as when disassembling the ship, the missing flares fell out of a hole in the boat and was quickly being taken out to sea. Volunteering to go grab it before anyone could protest, he was already out of ear shot as he paddled out on his board to grab them. But he didn’t realize just how far out he was as now past the sandbar and coral reef, the monstrous waves that smashed their passenger ship against the rocks was coming right at him. Keeping the basics to mind, the little colt was almost nearly swallowed up but shot out the barrel of the swell and riding it back to shore, a feeling of incredible excitement and accomplishment coming from him that he was practically beaming with pride as he brought the flares ashore. And it turned out that wasn’t the only thing that was beaming as an island had appeared on his flank in a flash, gaining his cutie mark in the process!
As the Equestrian Coast Guard gathered the passenger’s identification and prepared to depart with the survivors, Duke and Blue both made an announcement to both their kids and grandchild: They were going to stay. This verdant island had become more of a home than the one they had back home and could live well here. In fact, a surprising number of ponies had decided the island life was for them permanently and had joined him in this decision. Ad Venture, who would have probably been vehemently against this decision before they left from being quite the worry-wart, accepted his father’s wishes and even vowed when he got home to start bringing the idea of “eco-hotels” and “tree-top rentals” back to his bosses in Los Pegasus to bring (a reasonable) amount of tourism to their new home. All in all, Coco and his parents grew a strong bond and allowed him more freedom to take risks, Ad and Duke Venture made up for past misunderstandings and every summer afterwards, Coco would see his grandparents for more lessons and his grandma’s famous “Mean Green Smoothies” for her little Coconut. (As well as having quite a story for all the ponies back in Ponyville Elementary… and a developed habit of adding “Dude!” “Whooooaaa!” and “Like, fer sure!” to his vocabulary.)
Life seemed to continue rather normally afterwards for quite some time until graduation, as the little colt became a big strong stallion… who still acted like a colt at times. His parents wanted him to start finding a path to take with his talents, knowing that while being a great surfboarder is a great feat, when you live inland away from the nearest waves, it would probably be best to do something on the side. But Coconut wasn’t the best student growing up, always feeling that need to get out of that restrictive desk chair while at the schoolhouse and unable to focus if he wasn’t DOING SOMETHING besides school work. Not wanting to be working at a hayburger joint all his life (he tried that in his teens, too many days of forehead acne from greasy caps made him well aware of that fate) but thinking of a career this early made his head hurt. So… why not go to the biggest party university in Equestria? San Paso-Fino, a beach-side collage town and the gateway city to Los Pegasus from the San Palomino Desert, the SPF University wasn’t exactly a place for higher learning. More like a place you drink a lot of cider, join a spontaneous block party and if the beach report sounds really good, you slip out of class to catch some waves.
However, when Coconut got there for his freshman year, there was anything but parties occurring in town. A large chunk of the student body was lethargically going to class, coughing up a storm and teachers were told to wear surgical masks during orientation. And even as he and other new students made their home at their fraternity, they too were coming down with something that left them laid up in their beds. But not Coco for some reason. He was wary around his sick students but even being coughed around he didn’t seem to catch it. Coconut wasn’t much of a “science nerd” but there was something different he must have been doing that everyone else around him didn’t. But a student partner he had in his science class did notice too and did some physical tests to check him out (not that she was much of an expert in this either but she would try.) He seemed like a perfectly healthy, even more so than any normal pony and could afford to eat a Hayburger or two without any problems. That caught the stallion’s ear as he hadn’t had one since he arrived in San Paso-Fino, having spent most of what little collage funds for his food processor.
Growing up, Coconut was quite the fussy eater, not even daring to touch anything green for the longest time, living on a diet of oats and sweets. It wasn’t his Grandma Blue’s “Mean Green” smoothies that he got a taste for veggies with a touch of sweetness to make them go down and even then he was experimenting with flavors, sometimes right, sometimes very wrong. But because most of his cash was going to fresh produce, he hadn’t checked out a new hot and trendy “Hay Now! Diner” (a Flim Flam Brothers Subsidiary) that had opened up recently. When the two rushed over to see what was going on, they found underneath the “Heat’em Up Hot Sauce” that their signature burgers were smothered in, the burgers themselves showed signs of rot and mold, disguising their quality under artificial flavors. It turned out the young burger fryers behind the counter hadn’t been properly trained on food storage, even up to the managers themselves. Though the spread of spores infecting the students was averted, many of the students were rather bummed by the loss of a cheap but delicious shop for them to go to, as fast food was pretty much all that was available for them. It was then that Coco Crusoe realized what he had to do: he was going to make the healthy choice an affordable choice!
Having realized he might in fact know more about this “science stuff” than he initially thought, between catching a party or three and taking part in the annual surfing competition, he put his muzzle to the grindstone learning how he could give his fellow ponies a nutritious meal on the go for not that much. And actually finding it not that bad to do either. To the point that Dietetics became his Major and walked down the aisle with his degree. As soon as he got back to Ponyville, with his parents help he took out a loan and created a start-up restaurant on the basis of healthy drinks with local ingredients that are in season. All in all, the hyperactive little colt who couldn’t sit down, now is the cool dude start-up business man that you see today… when he isn’t skateboarding with the local kids that is.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname; The Shiv
#Age; 29 (Oh god, the big three-oh next year, oh my gawd, what am I doing with my life!? Ponies!?... Eh, could be worst.)
#Gender/Preferred Pronouns; Him/He/This guy/That dude/Brah/Brosky
#How did you find us?; The RPG Directory, though it took me a while to finally build up the time and courage to join in… ._.
#Sample RP ;
"Teneightythreesixtyninetwentyyyeeee~OOF!" The little orange filly touched down back to earth wobbly, her blue scooter landing back to the dirt, trying to realign her wheels and overshooting, sending the little pony thumping down on her blank flank. She raised a hoof to push the blue and white striped helmet out of her face, her purple mane getting in her eyes as a growl of frustration grunted out of her. "Oh come ON! What am I doing wrong!? The ramp is long enough, is it my speed? My height? My wi-..." She paused to glance back at the little wings on her back, about to wonder if her wingspan was too big but that of course was a lie. Her little pegasus wings practically hadn't changed size since she was a baby foal. She still wanted to blame her wings though for being nothing but useless right now. A few good flaps and she'd be able to spin for hours no problem if she was... normal.
Now more frustrated than ever to get this trick down, she kicked furiously back for the zillionth time to the top of the hill near the Ponyville farmlands (in kid math that is, she had only been at this for an hour) for another try. Holding the handlebars tight, the little pegasus pushed herself down the hill at the makeshift ramp her favorite little Earth Pony friend made for her own two hooves (and teeth, holding onto that hammer after-all) and kicked to gain as much momentum as she could. Maybe too much as when she hit the ramp, her need for speed made her forget the timing, as he front tire wasn't even on wood by the time she ollied, sending her scooter to the ground and the rest of her airborne! Yelling in surprise and terror, her little wings flapping in futility, the ground was coming up fast as she landed on... soft brown fur? The little filly opened her pink eyes to the sight of bleach blonde hair under a red and white island flowered helmet as her rescuer skid to a stop.
"Whoooa! One most heinous wipeout: Averted!" The dark furred stallion said in a heavy, beachside drawl, glancing behind with his violet-blue eyes on his little passenger with a bright grin, "Wassup, little grommet? You were motorin' hard down that ramp when I came up the hill, thought I'd swim on by and see what's shakin'. Sick air there, but ya gotta keep yer Scooter with ya to stick th' landing, Scoots." The little tomboy filly felt a bit embarrassed by being caught like that but Coconut's weird but funny vocabulary couldn't help but make that scrunched face smirk a bit. He was kinda cool... not Rainbow Dash level cool but pretty cool. "Thanks for the save Coco! And I-I know that you dork!" She said with a giggle as she gave the back of his head a playful punch against his helmeted head (and proceeding to regret it, uttering a soft "Ow" under her breath) but couldn't keep the charade up with a sigh of defeat coming from her. He gave her an arched eye as he brought them back up to the ramp and a playful, knowing smirk on his face. "Come on Scoots, what's the four-one-one? You got major helmet hair goin' on, sweatin' it out around here for a while. Yer goin' fer big air, little dudette but what's the trick?" He asked as he left her down, kicking his board up and catching to rest on it on two legs.
"Well... I-I've been trying to do a 1080 spin but every time I don't have enough airtime to make the turns. I just don't know what I'm doing wrong..." She admitted as she kicked a rock or two on the ground, both to get it out of the way of her run and because he didn't want to say that to Coconut's face. She'd feel a pat on the top of her helmet to get her attention as he suddenly asked, "Hey Scootaloo, did you ever take ballet classes?" The little tomboy's face scrunched up even more as she spat, "Gah! No way, why would I try something like that!?" "Its'cuz if ya did, you'd know that it isn't, like, just speed or air ya need, right? Ballet dancers keep their center of gravity, like, CENTER, make sure ever arm and leg is close to the body when they need to make really awesome spins. This time Scoots, don't think like a hurricane, think like a dust devil, thin, fast and compact, right? So tuck in those wings, pull in close and spin it up dudette!"
The little pegasus seemed to sort of understand the theory, even if the analogies were a bit strange. But if he was the boarding master of Ponyville, he must have gotten there for a reason. "O-Okay!... Dust devil... be like a dust devil..." She replied and muttered to herself as she got herself back into position, staring down the hill with a new bit of focus, clutching the handle bars tight, thinking, "This is it, I gotta make this one count! Now work!" kicking forward once more and down the hill, wind to her cheeks. She might not be able to fly, not yet, but as her wheels left the earth, she could picture it right then and there.