Post by Storm Chaser on Oct 2, 2011 15:30:40 GMT
"Don't get strung out by the way I look, don't judge a book by it's cover!"
Tim Curry "The Rocky Horror Picture Show"
-General Stuff-
Name: Storm Chaser
Nickname/Alias(es): Storm, Stormy, and any other silly variation of the name
Race: Pegasus pony
Gender: male
Age:young stallion/young adult
Additional status: Fence bucker(likes both mares and stallions)
-Physical Stuff-
Pelt Color: Dark maroon/red
Mane/Tail Color and Style: Very, very red, with dip-dyed gold bangs- all worn fairly long, with the bangs covering the right eye
Eye Color: Grey
Cutie Mark:
(Vector done by RilDraw)
Other Scars/Markings: Not exactly markings, persay, but has Clydesdale styled hooves, with the furry ankles. Hooves are red violet in color.
Physique: Taller than the average pegasus, with very androgynous features. Is quite muscular and fit.
-Social Stuff-
Current Residence: Manehattan, formerly Cloudesdale
Job: Literally a "storm chaser", goes after wild weather and helps research the phenomena.
Mother: Cloud Painter
Father: Quick Trick, estranged
Sibling(s): none
Closest Friends: Spark Plug, Mezzo Alto, Orion
Courting/Courted By: No pony
Mate: None
Foal(s): Never
-Personality Stuff-
Likes: Thunderstorms, a good sandwich, musical theatre, early autumn/end of summer evening flights, loud music, curling up with a good book and a cup of tea or a loaf of pumpkin bread in the winter, being a wallflower, unusual ponies, mythology, ghost stories
Dislikes: The winter time, muscle injuries, unnecessarily obnoxious ponies, being treated with condescension, sleet, burnt food, the smell of strong perfumes and scented candles, being lied to
Motivation: Storm is out to see the world and light up as many lives as possible while finding his own place in the world. He wants to be strong, not only for herself, but for others around her.
Strengths: Gentle, polite, physically strong, loyal, a good problem solver, handy
Weaknesses/Flaws: Emotionally weak, stubborn, selfish at times, not very good in group work
Fears: Spiders, being treated with disdain
Overall Persona:
Storm is an eccentric pony, to say the least. He is a wallflower observer, but will gladly engage any pony when the topic of the weather comes up. He is kind in his own way, choosing to show his affections through subtle gestures. He is also a workaholic, driven by his passion for storm chasing, and will often work himself to the bone because it is all he feels completely at home doing.
History:
Growing up in Cloudsdale, he always held a love for the smaller things in life - such as the feeling of wind in his mane as he glided from cloud to cloud, and the comfort of a good meal - but still, his main passion was weather. Severe weather, to be precise. He would watch eagerly as the weather ponies would chase off wild storms and the twisters that came with them from Everfree and beyond, and then sneak into the weather factory to watch as the workers carefully tried to replicate the snarling masses of cloud and lightning to no avail.
Well, until one day, the factory succeeded in creating a small-scale super cell with the purpose of studying it. Unfortunately, the storm grew in size and tore loose from the factory, heading straight for Storm's old neighborhood. Startled by the violent twister that erupted from the dark clouds before him, Storm tried to flutter out of the way before he could be picked up by the spinning mass of wind. However, he reacted too late and was swept up into the tornado, wings flapping furiously.
With the air throwing him about, Storm cried out and flapped his wings as hard as he could in an attempt to turn in the opposite direction of the tornado. When all hope seemed lost, and the pegasus was out of breath, he willed her wings to fold at his sides and allowed himself to fall through the center of the beast. Falling seemed to be a better option than having the wind throw him about like a leaf. It was then that the twister was corralled by Cloudsdale's expert weather team, but even they could not catch the small pegasus, who was now falling at a terrifying rate.
Storm continued to fall, eyes shut tight as he tried to make sense of the situation, heart beating rapidly in his little chest. The wind stung his face and mangled his mane, but it was no longer whirling about him like a giant serpent. Despite the frightening circumstances, he found that the sensation was irresistible and forced his eyes - and wings - to open as he spiraled down through Cloudsdale. The act very much saved his life, allowing him to slow down as he spun about the city on sore wings and slammed into a stray cloud. The last thing Storm saw as he slipped into unconsciousness was the awestruck face of a weather mare as she raced down to catch the fallen colt.
When Storm Chaser awoke in Cloudsdale's hospital, he was met with a very worried mother and the weather mare who had pulled him from the cloud he'd slammed into. After Cloud Painter berated him for getting so close the tornado and hugged him(gently, as she had apparently broken a wing and banged himself up a great deal), the weather mare - Cirrus - explained what happened in great detail to the foal.
Apparently when he had dove from the grasp of the twister, Storm had been going so fast that not even the fastest of the weather team could catch him. But the odd thing was that he had been able to tear himself away from the powerful winds in the first place. Storm watched with wide eyes as Cirrus recounted that the colt had appeared to be a shooting star, jettisoned out of the storm. She too, scolded the Storm on his reckless actions, but then smiled warmly and stated that he should consider flight school once his wing healed up properly, as he seemed to need a little refinement in technique.
Now filled with resolve to become a stronger flier by the terrifying experience, Storm's wing could not heal fast enough. With each day he watched the pegasi of Cloudsdale through his window, aspiring to be strongest flier he could be. When the day finally arrived for Storm to join flight school, he dedicated himself to becoming strong, eagerly hanging on to his instructor's every word and practicing with diligence.
Many seasons passed, and one-by-one, Storm's classmates seemed to gain their cutie marks and leave him behind. Though it was sad to be one of the only "blank flanks" in his class, Storm tried not to let it bother him and instead focused on conditioning himself for the end of flight school. When the day came for him to graduate, the unthinkable happened: stray weather from the Everfree forest forced it's way into Cloudesdale and beyond the weather team - heading straight for the graduating classes. Students scattered, and teachers attempted to aid the weather team as a twister formed.
Just as Storm turned to fly away, startled by the sudden appearance of wild weather, his friend - an older stallion and weak flier named Spark Plug - was sucked up into the raging winds. His cry for help awoke the memory of Storm's own experience when he was younger, and something clicked inside him. Ignoring the cries of the weather ponies and teachers that witnessed him, he flew up into the storm cloud, and forced his way into the tornado. Spark Plug flapped his wings with increasing desperation, but could not find a way out and cried out as loudly as he could.
It was then that Spark Plug felt a pair of legs wrap themselves around his struggling torso. Looking up, he saw Storm Chaser, wearing a huge grin on his face.
"Hold on and stay as still as possible, I'm gonna get you out of here dude!" Storm shouted over the roar of the tornado, and before Spark could utter a reply, they were falling down, down, down through the twister.
To Storm Chaser, it was exhilarating. The wind and rain buffeted him in all directions, but he was older now, and prepared to face the storm. He knew what to do.
When they had reached the bottom of the twister, Storm opened his wings and began to pump himself in the opposite direction of the tornado's winds. Though exhausting and difficult while carrying another pony, he managed to gain speed and slowly made his way to the top of the twister, all the while keeping a firm grip on Spark Plug. By the time they had made it to the top of the twister, it had begun to slow and weaken, just what the pegasus had hoped for. Taking a deep breath, he allowed himself to fall once more.
Because the tornado had weakened considerably from the combined efforts of the weather team and Storm's technique, the two pegasi were able to fall through the twister as though it were water. Though his wings ached, Storm allowed himself one final burst of speed before dropping his friend a good distance from the action and collapsing in a heap on the cloud next to him. Looking over his shoulder at the remains of the tornado, Storm managed to smile as one last lightning bolt came forth from the cloud. Never before had he felt so strong, so alive. No more did he fear the wild weather, but respect it. If he could do anything with his life, he would learn about the unregulated storms and fly with them until he too could be as fearsome.
His cutie mark appeared then, a comet with a tail of lightning, as a symbol of his drive to keep going forward and to become a flier with strength to rival that of the untamed weather of Equestria. And from that point on, Storm chased the wild weather, always a step behind but never unwilling to meet the challenges nature threw at him.
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