Post by quisling on Dec 21, 2016 23:44:19 GMT
General Stuff-[/b]
Name:Ice Crystal
Nickname/Alias(es):Icy or Cris
Race:Unicorn
Gender:Mare
Age:21 near or about
Additional Status:A small, fluffy creature not undifferent from a parasprite. Except it eats ice and can speak broken equestrian.
-Physical Stuff-
Pelt Color:White
Mane/Tail Color and Style: Icy blue/silver
Eye Color:Lagoon blue
Cutie Mark:3 snowflakes. Various sizes.
Other Scars/Markings:Small scar under her horn. Hardly noticeable, causes no problems
Physique:Slender build, possibly under a healthy weight. Long limbed but not gangly. Long 'princess' type mane. Tail is long and flowing, held in a loose plait by a snowflake shaped clasp.
-Social Stuff-
Current Residence:Small shack on the outskirts of the Crystal Empire. Far enough away to be unnoticed but close enough that others know where she is.
Job:Makes ice sculptures for the empires inhabitants. These sculptures are highly sought after as they never melt. Possible party paraphernalia .
Mother:Unknown.
Father:Unknown. Possibly a Royal guard
Sibling(s):1 but neither know of the other
Other Family:None
Closest Friends:Sprite.
Courting/Courted By:None
Mate:None
Foal(s):None
-Personality Stuff-
Likes:She prefers to be alone, she actively seeks places where she can be by herself. She loves her little shack and all her art. She is most comfortable in snowy weather. She loves her parasprite, even if he does drive her to distraction.
Dislikes:Showing the slightest emotion sends her into a melt down. She dislikes showing weakness and her fears. She hates when others call her by her nickname but she lets it slide when Sprite does it.
Motivation:She is driven most by the urge to be accepted, despite her preference to be alone. She wishes to conquer her fear and quite often seeks the help of ancient books and artefacts in hope of so,e 'magical cure' for her fears.
Strengths:Impervious to the cold and a strong will not to fail. Though the latter may also be a weakness. Her special talent is to create ice that never melts. She chooses to use this gift to create her art. There is possibly a way to melt it.....maybe dragon fire.
Weaknesses/Flaws:She finds it increasingly difficult to trust anyone. Over the years of being alone she has developed some quirks and odd habits. Boarder line possible eccentric.
Fears:Agoraphobia.
Overall Persona:She is a stubborn pony with a heart of gold. She is a complete control freak and can go nuts over the slightest speck of dust. Despite this, she is very caring and would do anything for anyone she cared for. She can seem to be quite reluctant to help but once you get her on board, she can be a formidable force. She will not give her all to something without researching all possible aspects and outcomes. Keeping others at a distance for their own safety, in her eyes at least, she feels she is playing a part but really she could be doing more damage to her own psyche as she wars with herself internally. She longs for company but at the same time values her solitude. She tends to stay in her shack if she can, only venturing out on important errands. She is desperate to be free of her shackles that bind her to her home, but fear keeps her from going outside unless absolutely necessary. She is willing to help those in dire need but always seems like she is nervous and wishes them to move on quickly. It constantly seems as if she is waiting for someone or something but when asked, she will deny it. Once, she was sure she had been something more than a loner. Maybe even more than just an everyday Pony but now? As far as she is concerned, her sculptures are all she is good for and she will put her all into creating the most beautiful pieces of art.
History/Background:The last thing she could remember was the darkness....then there was light and then... Then there was pain! Oh sweet Celestia, the pain! It made her want to scream and thrash but, instead, she staggered to her feet. Not knowing why but feeling the need to move, to get away from here as quickly as she could. She gazed around her, her eyes widening as she tried to figure out where 'here' was. She stepped forwards, the pounding behind her horn was incredible! She felt a trickle of so,etching warm run between her eyes.
What had happened? All she could remember was a shadow in her...their...? No, it was just her....maybe....ugh was it her or them??
She shook her head, startled to see flecks of blood splattering into the snow. She blinked and tried to move again, the only thoughts were to get out of this wind! The cold she could handle but the wind? It whipped her mane into her eyes, stinging and bringing tears. She couldn't see well at all, when she and...uh...um..hmmm. She staggered a few more yards, there was something she was trying to remember but there was also something fighting to keep her from remembering it. Maybe she had hit her head. That would explain the pin and the blood and...SCREEEECH....what was that?? The young filly spun round, almost floundering over in the snow. Was something following her?
She kicked up her heels and fled, blindly running into the storm. The noise followed her through the blizzard, she ran on, not knowing where she was going and what fate beheld her. Only knowing, deep down inside every part of her, whatever made that screech must not find her.
At any cost...
Name:Ice Crystal
Nickname/Alias(es):Icy or Cris
Race:Unicorn
Gender:Mare
Age:21 near or about
Additional Status:A small, fluffy creature not undifferent from a parasprite. Except it eats ice and can speak broken equestrian.
-Physical Stuff-
Pelt Color:White
Mane/Tail Color and Style: Icy blue/silver
Eye Color:Lagoon blue
Cutie Mark:3 snowflakes. Various sizes.
Other Scars/Markings:Small scar under her horn. Hardly noticeable, causes no problems
Physique:Slender build, possibly under a healthy weight. Long limbed but not gangly. Long 'princess' type mane. Tail is long and flowing, held in a loose plait by a snowflake shaped clasp.
-Social Stuff-
Current Residence:Small shack on the outskirts of the Crystal Empire. Far enough away to be unnoticed but close enough that others know where she is.
Job:Makes ice sculptures for the empires inhabitants. These sculptures are highly sought after as they never melt. Possible party paraphernalia .
Mother:Unknown.
Father:Unknown. Possibly a Royal guard
Sibling(s):1 but neither know of the other
Other Family:None
Closest Friends:Sprite.
Courting/Courted By:None
Mate:None
Foal(s):None
-Personality Stuff-
Likes:She prefers to be alone, she actively seeks places where she can be by herself. She loves her little shack and all her art. She is most comfortable in snowy weather. She loves her parasprite, even if he does drive her to distraction.
Dislikes:Showing the slightest emotion sends her into a melt down. She dislikes showing weakness and her fears. She hates when others call her by her nickname but she lets it slide when Sprite does it.
Motivation:She is driven most by the urge to be accepted, despite her preference to be alone. She wishes to conquer her fear and quite often seeks the help of ancient books and artefacts in hope of so,e 'magical cure' for her fears.
Strengths:Impervious to the cold and a strong will not to fail. Though the latter may also be a weakness. Her special talent is to create ice that never melts. She chooses to use this gift to create her art. There is possibly a way to melt it.....maybe dragon fire.
Weaknesses/Flaws:She finds it increasingly difficult to trust anyone. Over the years of being alone she has developed some quirks and odd habits. Boarder line possible eccentric.
Fears:Agoraphobia.
Overall Persona:She is a stubborn pony with a heart of gold. She is a complete control freak and can go nuts over the slightest speck of dust. Despite this, she is very caring and would do anything for anyone she cared for. She can seem to be quite reluctant to help but once you get her on board, she can be a formidable force. She will not give her all to something without researching all possible aspects and outcomes. Keeping others at a distance for their own safety, in her eyes at least, she feels she is playing a part but really she could be doing more damage to her own psyche as she wars with herself internally. She longs for company but at the same time values her solitude. She tends to stay in her shack if she can, only venturing out on important errands. She is desperate to be free of her shackles that bind her to her home, but fear keeps her from going outside unless absolutely necessary. She is willing to help those in dire need but always seems like she is nervous and wishes them to move on quickly. It constantly seems as if she is waiting for someone or something but when asked, she will deny it. Once, she was sure she had been something more than a loner. Maybe even more than just an everyday Pony but now? As far as she is concerned, her sculptures are all she is good for and she will put her all into creating the most beautiful pieces of art.
History/Background:The last thing she could remember was the darkness....then there was light and then... Then there was pain! Oh sweet Celestia, the pain! It made her want to scream and thrash but, instead, she staggered to her feet. Not knowing why but feeling the need to move, to get away from here as quickly as she could. She gazed around her, her eyes widening as she tried to figure out where 'here' was. She stepped forwards, the pounding behind her horn was incredible! She felt a trickle of so,etching warm run between her eyes.
What had happened? All she could remember was a shadow in her...their...? No, it was just her....maybe....ugh was it her or them??
She shook her head, startled to see flecks of blood splattering into the snow. She blinked and tried to move again, the only thoughts were to get out of this wind! The cold she could handle but the wind? It whipped her mane into her eyes, stinging and bringing tears. She couldn't see well at all, when she and...uh...um..hmmm. She staggered a few more yards, there was something she was trying to remember but there was also something fighting to keep her from remembering it. Maybe she had hit her head. That would explain the pin and the blood and...SCREEEECH....what was that?? The young filly spun round, almost floundering over in the snow. Was something following her?
She kicked up her heels and fled, blindly running into the storm. The noise followed her through the blizzard, she ran on, not knowing where she was going and what fate beheld her. Only knowing, deep down inside every part of her, whatever made that screech must not find her.
At any cost...