Dreamcatcher | Female | Unicorn | Constantly Travelling

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#Name;
Dreamcatcher

#Age Group ;
Mid-Teens

#Orientation;
Heterosexual

#Gender ;
Female

#Species;
Unicorn

#Cutie Mark ; 


#Occupation ;
She's an armature pianist. Travels almost constantly, with nothing else to her name but a small portable keyboard.

#Powers and Abilities ; 
Dream possesses the ability to ward off nightmares and ease physical pain. She also is able to feel the emotions of those around her. 

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#Physique ;
Quite lean, pretty short for her age.

#Mane and fur color and style ;
Her mane is colored pastel blue and purple, and quite messy, and her fur is a snowy white.

#Eye color ;
Light blue.

#Other appearance details (optional) ;
N/A

#A more thorough description (optional) ;
N/A

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#Personality ;

Dream is all around outgoing, cheerful, and kind. She's silly, fun, and gets excited over the littlest things. This gal can find the good in anything, no matter how bad it may seem to others.She loves to help and care for others, and almost never throws an insult at anyone. Also, she loves to make others laugh with her witty, sarcastic comebacks and corny puns. Dream lives on adventure, and is quite a risk taker. She often doesn't think of the consequences to her actions before jumping right into things. But even with her eccentric personality, Dream has a hard time expressing her feelings, and comprehending those of others. Also, she can be quite sensitive to the tiniest critic or insult of herself or her work.

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#History ;

I'll figure this out later on.

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The Roleplayer's Corner

#Nickname ;
Dream.

#Age ;
18

#Gender/Preferred Pronouns ;
Female; She, her

#How did you find us? ;
Another site.

#Sample RP ;

It'd taken quite a while to fix this beauty up, but frequent trips from this little shed to various villages and even Canterlot for parts had definitely paid off. Now, the femme ran a hoof over the keyboard's rough wooden exterior, closing her eyes for a moment to simply enjoy the feel of the instrument. Then, she settled down upon her haunches before the keys, fixed her mane a bit, and began to play. It was a lovely tune, one that she'd picked up from her father before his disappearance, the only other thing from her blank past that she could remember. Letting her hooves fly across the smooth keys... It felt so right. And she enjoyed it.