Applejack Feb 10, 2016 22:12:58 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2016 22:12:58 GMT -6
||| APPLEJACK |||
Age Group: Adult
Species: Earth Pony
Talents: Strength and Endurance
Skills: Orchard/Farm Operation
Mane Color: Pale, Light-Grayish Olive
Coat Color: Light Brilliant Gamboge
Eye Color: Moderate Sap Green
Applejack is known as the Element of Honesty throughout Equestria, and though she is a bit uncomfortable with such a title, she lives up to it most of the time. Though good principle and conscience is responsible for that as would be expected, in truth, she is also just simply very bad at lying and her skin crawls at any attempt. Additionally, she is also highly reliable, never afraid of even a lot of hard work, always having stubborn faith in herself and the results of her labors.
Ultimately, all these prominent parts of her come from one central underpinning: family. She loves her family dearly and sees what she’s doing often through that lens. Not reclusive to that value, her care for those close to her extends to her community and her friends. This can lead to a very busy lifestyle as she often goes between work and spending time with others, but it’s a lifestyle busy with pride after the job is done well, fun with laughter after time with family and friends well-spent, and absolutely wonderful sleep.
She experiences her successes empirically: harvests of good apples, everypony wobbling after a great meal, smiles on her friends’ faces. Because of this, she doesn’t really put much stock in abstract measures of happiness, and if something important is too contrived, she responds with the practical. Unsurprisingly, Applejack responds to the world bodily first, emotionally second, and introspectively last, loving good food, good hugs, and a good song. She dislikes complexity and contrivance, and so isn’t one for intellectual activities or things that would seem to take a pony away from an honest, more independent living.
Applejack was born in the Apple Family home back when the family consisted of her parents, Big Macintosh, and Granny Smith. As she grew into fillyhood, she fell into the farm life comfortably and her early years went by in a carousel of seasons and their associated joys. When she was still a filly, her little sister, Applebloom, was born, making her the middle the sibling and older sister, and she was never happier. However, Applejack’s fillyhood threatened to come to an abrupt end when her parents passed away in an accident. Something was broken inside, and to heal it, little Applejack left the orchard and moved almost 2,000 miles away to Manehattan with her aunt and uncle.
She didn’t have words for the questions she wanted answered, and she didn’t know that she was on a journey to understand, as an early call to maturity came, her place in the world. As she tried to fit in at the most metropolitan culture in Equestria, she bumped into all the strange habits and unwritten rules of the setting. The asphalt and concrete under her hooves felt empty, and she could not help but wonder why ponies would choose to live in a place where nothing grew from the ground. One day, a great rainbow light appeared in the horizon, and for a moment, her heart gave her a vision of the rows of trees and clean skies of home. Home … As she thought the word, the warm feeling answered everything, and soon, she was on a train back to Ponyville.
When she got back to her home and family, there was an early adulthood waiting, and she looked up to her brother as she dove into the tasks of keeping an entire orchard running. While other fillies were learning how to cross their Ts, she was learning how to buck the trees, raise her little sister, and eventually falling asleep trying to study Big Mac’s old school notes. The first year was the hardest as she tried to grow up into the responsibilities, tried to prove the strength of home, the fortitude of family, and it paid off. Slowly but surely her body and spirit strengthened, and Ponyville pitched in from time to time. She developed a relationship with her home town over time, and before she knew it, the carousel of seasons spun again.
The pleasant cycles went on for years until a sleek-maned student of Princess Celestia showed up one day during an Apple Family Reunion the day before the Summer Sun Celebration and the arrival of Nightmare Moon. Since then, her life’s been as rich as ever, though once in a while, crazy things happen as she finds herself, just an Apple, trying to do her best in the midst of some of Equestria’s most dramatic events.
Nickname: Ink (♓)
Gender/Preferred Pronouns: Female/She
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The floorboards gave their little creaks as she walked along the hallway to the stairs, her hat still up in her room, her hair and tail untied and tousled by tossing and turning. Though it was dark, she descended the stairs without any hint of a stumble, the same steps on the same stairs that she had gone up and down her whole life. The house was dim, motes of dust floating pale in front of the cracks in the shutters. She gave a pause on her path to the door outside. The house was so quiet that it felt like it was both alive and asleep at once somehow, but she didn't linger.
The air of the night flowed into the fur at her cheeks as smoothly and surely as a bristle brush, then over her shoulders and down her back, and she whipped her loose tail as if launching something riding down to it. A full breath sailed out of her nostrils in two parallel darts of fog fading into the air's clarity. For a moment, she wasn't quite sure what led her out here, and as she took in her next breath, she felt rather silly. But then, she couldn't sleep, and there were a few little traditions in that case. Her eyes went to the bench on the porch and her hooves took her that way.
The wood was smooth and cool on her back, and she rolled onto her side, pulling the thick wool blanket over herself, the pattern a warm lacing of sunset oranges. Her eyes and ears pointed forwards into the hundreds of silhouettes of the orchard extending off to the hills, the land too gone to sleep, safe in Luna's nightlight. She smiled and closed her eyes, the cicadas trill lulling her eyes shut. For a few minutes, she hummed a tune, as quiet and rich as the wind through the sundried linens of Sunday. She imagined a hoof stroking her bangs, and that was how Applejack fell asleep.