Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2016 2:00:22 GMT -6
||| Tag Twist|||
Art Originally by xxcaliforniaangelxx.deviantart.com/ I did not commission this, nor do I know them.
#Name; Tag Twist
#Age Group ; Young Adult
#Orientation; Pan
#Gender ; Female
#Species; Pegasi
#Cutie Mark ; Black cross-section of a spray paint can with pink spray within the can, sprayed over in a graffiti splotch as a background.
#Occupation ; Graffiti Artist/Artist in general
#Powers and Abilities ; Has a keen eye for design and graphics. She pretty skilled with her ink and paint mediums and manages to outrun the guard so far with her agility, maneuverability, and creative flow.
#Physique ; Fit build, light muscle, not quite athletic.
#Mane and fur color and style ; Her mane is pretty roughed up with a few of her own touches of color. Brown mane, with a yellow streaked bang, that's topped off with a pink streaked bang.
#Eye color ; Emerald Green
#Other appearance details (optional) ; Can be seen with a bit of Green or Blue eye shadow. A couple of piercings on her ears, and occasionally on her cheek.
#Personality ;Tag Twist is a bit of a thrill seeker, going for a flow with adrenaline pumping through her body, along with the wind in her mane. But she wouldn't do anything brash and arrogant on purpose, like start up a fight or steal; She'd go for flight rather than fight, and keep her rush sourced from nearly getting caught prettying up a sappy town's wall.
When it comes to socializing, she's a bit of a newbie. Not really one to hold conversations for long, only small talk for short periods of time. But that doesn't mean she doesn't have any friends or good bonds with others. She's kind spirited, but can have a mouth on her at times when it calls for it. Loyal, bold, and sometimes head strong, she can grow on a pony given the right times and make a great addition to a list of friendships.
#History ; In west Fillydelphia, born and raised, Tag and her parents lived among the common-wealth in an old apartment building. She had always had a wonderful relationship with her mother, Whimsy Whisper, the two being a Mother-Daughter duo for as long as she could remember. Her father, Bourbon Biff, on the other hoof was a complete no-go, no-show in her eyes. He was an angry, bitter, and loud mouthed stallion; but she had to admit it's where she got her own mouth from. Later on in her life, her pops walked out, likely chasing tail on the other side of town, while Mother and Daughter stuck through it all thick and thin.
Ever since she was able to, Tag has been scribbling with crayons, markers, pencils, on just about anything that had a surface on it. Walls were never safe from the merciless hooves of the toddler at the time. There was no escape for the sidewalks. No remorse what so ever for the mail letters. It was only until one day, Tag and her mother went out to go shopping at the local Hay Mart. She saw the most brilliant stallion ever this day... A stallion by the name of Deviant. He was an earth pony, out on the streets among a crowd of people with two cans of paint along with a couple canisters of spray. A mask over his face and a pair of shades hiding his true identity... He was like a super hero to tag. He would work the canvas like a scratch record, juggle the sprays and brushes like a maniac clown. It was truly amazing... And the piece produced after was bought buy that special mare in Tag's life. She now has it hanging up in her room, looking at it every day to get that creative flow going for her next run.
When it came to education, she seemed a bit... Somewhere else, in class. It wasn't until later she was diagnosed with a bit of ADD, her mind wandering out to the windows, looking over the world of blank canvases. Thinking.... What would true color do to this scene? And when it came to cutie marks? She was a bit of a late bloomer, and hadn't quite gotten until her middleschool days. That's when Tag... became Tag. It was a late Friday night, and she was out with a friend at a little party. The kid hosting the small party had an older brother, who had older friends, who liked to take kids on joy rides in their carts. Well on this night, it was the usual Pray n' Spray run for the older colts. Tag and her friend went along with 3 others, hanging out with these older masters of cool. Parking the cart a few blocks from their destination, the headed out in hoodies and reached the Marevel Vintegra building. A place for high class parties and ponies to socialize when it came to rubbing in how much they make a year. The white marble wall of the side of the building... So pure... No body would step up after the colts instructed them. Finally, little Twist stood and took the can, looking around and creeping her way to the wall. The results after 10 minutes... Was likely one of the most fun she's had. She was decent as an artist at this age, but had a long way to improve, but that wasn't the reason. There was a balcony above with the host and let's just say the Yakkity Sax kicked into play soon after. It was amazing no one had gotten caught that night... Even with the flash of a flank with a little design of a canister on it. And no one besides those few know about it as far as she knew, she didn't feel to good about lying to her mom about how she got it, either.
Reaching this point in her life where it's her late teens, just before hitting 20, Tag was known to be a bit of a deviant herself. Nothing too bad, besides mouthing off to others well over her size and capability to take her down. But that didn't stop her from letting them know how it is. She managed to work up her grades a bit with some tutoring and help, keeping it around average. Her teachers had to deal with quite a bit from her, though she seemed to grow on them. She stayed true to her word most of the time, tried to keep an honest streak, as well as sticking up for a pony here or there that didn't deserve to deal with what they were dished. Sure, she seemed to be behaving~ But every other night, she would take to the streets and alleys as the Deviant De Vinci she was.
Now a days, a year after graduation, she's kicking it back in Cloudsdale, living a decent life. Her mother working as a nursery aid. It wasn't too much of a salary, but it was enough to keep the two of them satisfied. Tag herself has been working on commissions, as well as street serving; the job her hero was basically doing when she got into the flow. practicing for months to get it right, juggling, flipping, dripping, dropping. In order to keep her agility and flexibility, she's started saving up half a year back to get a gym membership. Working a routine ever since to keep herself fit and flying. She's not an Athlete, or a trouble maker when you get down to Tag's core. Her center might be a bit of a Twist, but all in all, she's basically just an artist like any other. Striving to be great at what she does to get the reputation her hero does.
The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Jo
#Age ; 19
#Gender/Preferred Pronouns ; He/him, She/Her, they/them.
#How did you find us? ; You covered your tracks well... Except for one fatal flaw in your escape. You left a trail of love and snuggles along with a note saying "You are invited to the snuggle pile of this adress~:" with... Hugs and kisses....
#Sample RP ;Late evening, playing it risky. Dufel bag of sprays, a hoodie, and pair of roller skates. She put on her muzzle mask and began to get to work. The flow in her mind... Keeping her going, striving with each row and line, spritz and spray. It was like a dance... A one mare tango, if that was even possible. Color after color, after weeks of work showing on her stained hooves... This piece was going to shout to the passers that find pleasure in this measure of media. "HEY!" Her ears would perk up and she glanced over to her right... A guard with very little tolerance and amusement from this act. She began to book it, flapping her wings and pushing with her hind hooves to get the skates rolling. She made way down the alley, jumping over trash cans, and sliding down under a cliche'd pair of stallions, carrying a couch. She saw an opening above, clear of lines and balcony grates, leaping up to take flight as she flapped harder and took to the skies. She stopped a moment, mid flight to look down and around, and saw a figure dash up from the corner of her eyes. A pegasus guard. Wonderful. Tag shot over to the left and began making way through the cloud trafficking zone, where Weather Patrol would move the clouds along to designated areas.
Swiveling and juking around clouds, the mare tries to gain distance between her and the guard. Diving downward through a thick nimbus, and pulling up to slow, in the middle of it. Feeling the guard zip by her. She tucks a wing in for a moment to keep from hitting them, and pokes her head out from the cloud, zipping out in the opposite direction. She dives down, wings closed with her shades providing eye protection. Heading into a rear loading dock for a shop, in the Alley, and ducks under a cart, taking a breather. "... hhh... H-heh... Whoo...~" The mare pokes her head out and checks for the coast, if it's clear... and proceeds to roll out from under the cart, making her way down the Alley. "That was too clo-..." She stops dead in her tracks as she spots a large gruff stallion pegasus down the alley across from her. A good 7 meters away. The head commanding officer of the local guard. "... Ah.... crap."
