Winter Chill Mar 18, 2016 20:49:02 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2016 20:49:02 GMT -6
||| WINTER CHILL |||
#Name; Winter Chill
#Age Group ; Young Adult
#Gender ; Transgender Male
#Cutie Mark ; A large snowflake with a spattering of snow flurry around it, barely visible against sis pale coat.
#Occupation ; He works in a coffee shop, as a barista, he dreams of being a singer though.
#Powers and Abilities ; he has a crisp and beautiful singing voice, soft as snowflakes on a gentle winter breeze, and a nice mix of feminine and masculine. His magic covers unicorn basics for the most part, with a focus in levitation, which he has a very good grasp on, he is able to perform very delicate tasks with his magic when needed. .
#Physique ; Winter is very small and slight of frame, thin and very graceful in the way he moves and carries himself. he is a very delicate pony, in both action and physique. Though his form and physique can be a bothersome giveaway of his birth sex, he carries himself with relative confidence.
#Mane and fur color and style ; The name Winter Chill is befitting a pony that looks like him, his coat is a very pale blue, plush and soft to the touch, same as his stark white mane and tail, both held in neat buns to keep the considerably long hair under control.
#Eye color ; Clear blue, he always tends to have a half-lidded, naturally sleepy droop to his eyes.
#Other appearance details (optional) ; He has very poor vision, and so always wears purple spectacles. His incredibly pale fur can cause very easy sunburns, so it is not uncommon to see him wearing ridiculous(and adorable) floppy sun hats.
#A more thorough description (optional) ;Winter has always been taught the mantra, "You're only given one body, you might as well love it." And he lives by those words every day of his life. He takes excellent care of his mane, tail, and coat, brushing and grooming them to a shine, always eating healthy, he takes pride in how he looks, despite his often nagging disconnect with his physical body. He is a very petite and slight of frame pony, with thin, delicate legs, and a soft face that speaks of control and grace. He moves just the same, always careful with his stepping and gentle in all his motions.
Though it is not entirely uncommon to see the graceful and controlled demeanor crack, to show a slightly less collected, slightly more disheveled, inner creature.
Winter has, over the years, perfected the art of calm and poised grace. Nothing ever seems to phase the pony, who almost seems emotionless at times. He can display and show emotions, but they tend to be much more subdued, a soft and polite chuckle is often a sign that he honestly did find what you said funny. He felt that he had to perfect this demeanor because of his often high strung and stressed out childhood, realizing that he either had to train himself to relax, or spend the red of his life a nervous wreck.
He is, for the most part, a friendly pony, he is not adverse to making friends, and even less so to spending time with them. He is not terribly ill adjusted or reclusive, though sometimes he doesn't pick up on social cues right away, and sometimes his rather dry and calm humor is mistaken for sarcasm or a snippy response, he usually means well, even if he comes off as such.
His biological sex is a topic that tends to haunt him from behind tightly sealed glass, it is always a back-thought to the young pony, but he tries his hardest to keep it locked up tight, another reason he built up the collected personality he displays to others. He feels a great discomfort and disconnect with his body, and sometimes attempts transformation magics on himself when he is alone. He hasn't gotten anywhere yet, but he keeps the hope in his heart that he will succeed. Not many ponies know just how badly he feels about this particular part of himself, and his calm walls make sure it stays that way.
But sometimes cracks do show, and even a strong mind like his becomes too heavy to bear, he tends to get very helpless and withdrawn when it becomes too much, prone to lashing out and acting rashly. He longs more than anything for someone who would comfort him when he is at his lowest, but fears himself unlovable. Winter is the sweetest, most gentle pony one could know, longing for nothing more than close friends and a special somepony to love him for exactly who he is.
Winter had what could be considered a fairly normal childhood, he was born far away from the pony towns, to two adventurous parents who did not expect their infant foal to be born in the thick of winter. He was raised alongside the biting cold, and it is no surprise that he took his name and cutie mark from that very same weather. Neither parent were exactly sure how or why their child got his cutie mark the way he did, lost in a fairly bad winter storm at a young age, when they found him, both flanks were emblazoned with pale snowflakes. Really his cutie mark could probably be accredited to his adoration for the Winter, an ambiguous concept, but it suited him just fine.
It wasn't until a few years later that his parents were actually told the story of the day he got his cutie mark. As Winter tells it, it was a day that began fairly tame as far as weather goes, a powder of snow along the ground, light flurries, his mother and father saw no reason to keep him cooped up. He was eager to explore the forests around them, making sure to mark his path so he wouldn't lose his way, but a snow storm blew in suddenly, confusing the young pony, and causing him to become quite lost. His parents had taught him that stopping to rest could be an ill choice, so he kept moving, carving a straight line through the snow until he stepped into a place that felt like another world. The trees in the grove grew so tightly that the wind didn't pound as terribly, and the snow sparkled in the moonlight as it made it's way to the ground. The young pony felt such an overwhelming love for the winter in that moment, feeling deeply connected to the snow and the cold air, as evidenced by the marks left on his flanks from that night. He has developed his voice and singing as his own attempt at putting a melody to the feelings he felt that night, wishing to bring the gentle snowfall to as many ponies as he can.
Though he was born a filly, it was when he was nearing closer to his teenage years that he began to feel different, he began feeling a strange and upsetting disconnect within himself, especially when he caught sight of his form in a mirror or reflected surface. His parents did their best to help him figure out why he felt the way it did, but it was through his own researching that he found his answer. He was very quick to begin using male pronouns, and though he still felt the disconnect, he felt much better to at least hear other ponies refer to him as such.
His high school years were where he really very nearly lost it, being the gentle pony that he was, the hectic world was often too much for him, he was frazzled, overwhelmed, stressed, and near a breaking point. He had to learn to force himself to remain calm, through deep breathing and counting to himself. He has since then perfected this, and can usually stuff away any negative or overwhelming feeling, though whether this is a good thing is often called into question, it helps him in the moment.
He is now a fairly well adjusted adult, working in a coffee shop with big dreams to become a singer, he spends a lot of time practicing, and works to raise the bits for a trip to Canterlot, where he hopes to find his lucky break.
The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Peepsie or just Peep
#Age ; 25
#Gender/Preferred Pronouns ; Trans male, He/him pronouns please!
#How did you find us? ; I spotted the little icon for this forum in the affiliate box on the "Pride Land's Guard" forum!
#Sample RP ;
Light filtered through the blind, gently caressing the room and bathing it in a soft light that accented the pale blues of the decorations. Covers were pulled up as the sleeping unicorn fought stubbornly against the light tugging him into the waking world, it wasn't that Winter wasn't a morning pony, quite the opposite. He just also valued his sleep, especially when his blanket was such a warm shield against the icy cold that was trying to squeeze in.
He groaned and slid the blanket off, resigning himself to joining the waking world, it was a nice day anyway, a productive kind of day. And he had some shopping to do! He shivered as he slipped from the bed, stretching luxuriously before heading into the bathroom. He could have laughed for how disheveled his mane and tail were, but he made quick work of brushing it out and pinning it into the usual buns he kept them in. He pulled a scarf and his saddle bag off the rack before heading out, venturing that he could just grab breakfast while he was shopping.
Stepping out into the main street of Ponyville was like stepping into a scene of organized chaos, ponies darting and trotting hither and yon, the steady babble of conversation all around him. It helped him forget the sleep that had been tugging his eyes, exhilarated to face the day. He turned his hooves towards the marketplace, wanting to collect ingredients to bake a nice tray of muffins to take to a small book club meeting he was attending that evening, it was always babbly older mares that came, but he appreciated them nevertheless.
He smiled as he approached a pony selling fruit, browsing their produce before settling on blueberries, "I'll take 20 bits worth, please." The kind pony returned his smile as they pulled out a small basket of blueberries, and he in turn reached for bits from his bag, gasping when he felt nothing there, "What?" He pulled his bag off and inspected it, finding a rather large hole in the bottom, "Oh..." He gave the pony an apologetic smile, promising to return later before he began trotting back the way he came, inspecting the area around him for any lost bits and huffing softly. What a bother this was!