Post by kale on Dec 31, 2012 0:27:04 GMT -6
||| KALE |||
#Name; Kale
#Age Group ; Adult stallions
#Gender ; Male
#Species; Pegasus pony
#Cutie Mark ;
Two kale leaves, one slightly larger than the other. They signify his cooking abilities.
#Occupation ; Small-time restaurant cook...for now.
#Powers and Abilities ; Nothing beyond cooking and being disarmingly hapless.
#Physique ; Kale is a little on the smallish side. He's short and none too bulky, both traits combining to ensure that he doesn't have odd proportions; he's simply a touch small.
#Mane and fur color and style ; Most of Kale's body is covered in fur of a very pale gray color, almost like fog. His mane and tail are somewhat long, brown, and rather unkempt. His mane in particular can be a bit of a nuisance, as he frequently has to flick his head to get a wayward strand out of his eyes.
#Eye color ; A dark, reflective blue.
#Other appearance details (optional) ; He's rarely seen without his glasses--a simple black, rectangular affair. He can survive without them, but he prefers being able to see clearly.
#A more thorough description (optional) ; At first glance, there's not much to Kale. He's of average size, isn't particularly brawny or thin, and his subdued color scheme doesn't exactly make him eye-popping. In most cases, though, first glances will be deceiving. Further observation makes it apparent that there's a cloud of nervous energy around the young pony, one that often shows in how he carries himself. His movements can be erratic and abrupt; standing still one moment, sprinting the next. If he's particularly agitated, this turns into outright clumsiness, which can in turn lead to disaster.
To a lesser extent, this nervous energy is also displayed in Kale's face. He's very expressive, and it's never very difficult to tell how he feels. Generally, he just wears a fairly blank smile--open and friendly, if a little naive-looking. When he's cooking, though, the smile is replaced by a no-nonsense, concentrated expression--the perfect complement for his absolute fixation on his work.
#Personality ;
Kale is a perfect example of the phrase 'more than meets the eye.' He is fairly quiet, the kind of pony who makes acquaintances easily but finds it difficult to turn them into full-fledged friends. This stems from a frequent uncertainty as to what he should say in conversations; sometimes he'll simply lapse into uncertain silence, at other times he'll try too hard and end up saying something bizarre. Unfortunately for his already-tenuous self-confidence, many ponies are alienated by his uncomfortably awkward aura. Others, however, see past this, and manage to uncover what hides behind his shyness. Once he opens up, Kale turns out to be bright, industrious, and earnest. He is eager to learn and create, and has done quite a bit of both, particularly in the kitchen. He is also fiercely loyal, as in his eyes, he doesn't have that many friends that he can afford to lose any.
A large factor in his shyness is Kale's sensitivity. Though he very rarely lashes out or defends himself, the pegasus is fairly easily offended. And since he won't show it, even ponies who didn't mean anything by it often won't realize they've hurt his feelings. (And even those that do are often too baffled by how a friendly jibe could be taken that way to really feel bad.) Fortunately, he is learning not to take things so seriously, but be warned--if its clear that you were trying to hurt him, this stallion will not forgive you easily. Fortunately for those Kale doesn't like, he doesn't do a whole lot about it. But then you've lost out on his almost manic loyalty, so there's that.
#History ;
Kale was the only child of his parents. He was born in Manehattan, the city of posh ponies and posher parties. Given that his parents delighted in being hosts, the young colt still had to endure a fair amount of both--and he cared for neither. The stuffy gatherings were filled with judgmental ponies, all of whom seemed to have a snide comment about his shyness, or his lack of skill with the small talk they all seemed to care so much for. Each party meant another evening of embarrassment, so Kale begged his parents not to put him through any more of them. Though they were unwilling to stop hosting any more, they did allow their son to remain out of sight; he often did so by hiding in the kitchen, where he made friends with the far less snobby cooks.
Despite the unpleasant motivation for these forays into the kitchen, they would soon turn out to be a blessing for Kale. On the day of what must have been the thousandth party he'd seen, the colt retreated into his culinary safe haven once again, doing his best not to get in anypony's way. Commotion happened on its own, though, in the form of a soup pot spilled across half the floor. While the staff scurried to clean up the mess, the empty pot remained unattended, leaving Kale to fill it with a creation of his own. By the time the cooks realized what he was doing, the soup was ready to serve. It was, to their surprise and Kale's delight, delicious--and given more time in the kitchen, he proved to be something of a cooking savant. That was the night his cutie mark appeared; the night he discovered he was meant to create delicious food.
A few years passed, and Kale's creations continued to be the hits whenever they were served. Over time, both he and his parents realized that this wasn't meant to be contained to their kitchen alone. But it still came as a shock to him when, one night, his parents told him he would be moving to Ponyville. In that small town, they explained, they had a relative who owned a restaurant, and who had agreed to let Kale work for him. He wasn't quite certain that he wanted to move, though; as much as he hated Manehattan society, the city was still all that he knew, and Ponyville was...well, it wasn't anything like Manehattan. But he couldn't turn down the offer to work in a real restaurant kitchen, so before he knew it, the pony found himself in a new home, in a new town, with a new job, surrounded by new ponies.
This was going to be interesting...The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Blues, Kale, or Remy all work just fine.
#Age ; Yes
#Gender ; XY
#How did you find us? ; I was here, and one day I realized "Wait, this is a pony site? I thought this was Spanish class!"
#Sample RP ;
[An excerpt from a thread on a previous site--funnily enough, done with this site's Sweetheart/Fleetfoot.]
"Hm...no, needs more salt." Turning toward the counter, Kale clenched a salt shaker in his teeth, then, with a few shakes of his head, put a dash of the seasoning into the sauce. His pesto-peony sandwiches would fall flat if the pesto was too bland; even the highest quality flowers couldn't make up for that. Upon tasting the sauce again, the pegasus considered for a moment, then nodded in approval. "Aunt Saffron, the pesto's ready!" he called to his earth pony aunt. He'd explained earlier that he'd have to leave right after the lunch rush, what with having a filly to teach.
Glancing up at a clock, Kale gasped when he saw he was already five minutes late. How had time gotten away from him!? Galloping out the back door, he narrowly avoided colliding with his aunt as she came down the stairs. "Sorry, I'm late!" he shouted over his shoulder, taking to the air as soon as he was outside. With how energetic and impatient Snowdrop was, the stallion could only imagine what sort of trouble she'd get into if somepony kept her waiting.
Unfortunately, Kale was no Wonderbolt, and even flying didn't get him to Whitetail Wood quickly. Swooping low, the pegasus hit the ground running, only coming to a halt as he reached the top of a hill. He whipped his head in every direction, scanning the trees and grass for the splash of blue and white that was Snowdrop. When he finally caught sight of her, though, it was just as she was making an actual splash.
"Snowdrop!" he shouted in alarm, breaking into a gallop once more as he charged at the river. Leaping the moment his hooves touched the shoreline, Kale spread his wings and glided to the center, where Snowdrop had gone under. Folding his wings in once more, the pegasus lost altitude rapidly and plunged in himself. If this sounds uncharacteristically heroic for the stallion, it is worth noting that his dive was less than graceful; the impact sent water shooting up his nose, and he actually flipped over before regaining his senses.
Once he righted himself, Kale wrapped a forward leg around Snowdrop. He broke the surface of the water with a gasp, then began kicking for the shore. Once the two pegasi reached land, he released the filly, sprawling out on the grass and panting. "Do you...do you plan to start every lesson like this?"