Post by Grace Glen on Mar 3, 2011 6:59:49 GMT
-General-
Name: Grace Glen
Nickname/Alias(es): "GG" Pronounced "gee-gee" but only by Storm Thrasher
Race: Earth Pony
Gender: Female
Age: Mare
-Appearance-
Pelt Color: Milk chocolate
Mane/Tail Color and Style: Moss green mane with three distinct forest green dark lights.
Eye Color: Amber sunset
Cutie Mark: Two-tone four leaf clover.
Other Scars/Markings: Her mane was singed in a fire at the greenhouse a few years ago, thus it can be unruly from time to time.
Physique: Average.
-Social Tidbits-
Current Residence: Her home is between the fork in the road between Fluttershy's Cottage and the Everfree Forest. There is a moderately sized Greenhouse that houses numerous types of flowers and herbs. Along with an adjourning nursery for the larger plants and trees. [Visual placement.]
Job: Greenhouse owner/plant caretaker/ botanist
Closest Friends: Storm Thrasher and Icarus [Kiskadee]
-Personality-
Likes: nature, warm sunlight, crisp rain, making proper use of the herbs she grows, poking fun/teasing Sparky.
Dislikes: fire, fighting, and ponies being rude to those who are important to her [plants included].
Motivation: To help the memory of her parent's memory survive by taking care of greenhouse left in her care.
Overall Persona: Grace is a very quiet and sometimes odd pony. She has been since she was a foal. Even to this day she can keep a conversation, although most of the time one-sided with the plants within her greenhouse. That is when they're not listening to Icarus singing his heart out. It was on a trip with her parents that they came across him and since Kiskadee's normally stay in pairs, he's stuck by Grace ever since. Often meaning he can be very protective, and obnoxious, when he wants to be.
Including to Storm Thrasher. Despite the age difference, he seems more like an older brother--fatherly figure to her, Icarus and Storm Thrasher get in disagreements almost every time he stops by. She is calm and collected, all four hooves on the ground. The only thing that really can get under her skin is fire. Ever since a stray lightning bolt set the nursery a blaze a good number of years ago it hasn't been the same.
Grace && Icarus
Name: Grace Glen
Nickname/Alias(es): "GG" Pronounced "gee-gee" but only by Storm Thrasher
Race: Earth Pony
Gender: Female
Age: Mare
-Appearance-
Pelt Color: Milk chocolate
Mane/Tail Color and Style: Moss green mane with three distinct forest green dark lights.
Eye Color: Amber sunset
Cutie Mark: Two-tone four leaf clover.
Other Scars/Markings: Her mane was singed in a fire at the greenhouse a few years ago, thus it can be unruly from time to time.
Physique: Average.
-Social Tidbits-
Current Residence: Her home is between the fork in the road between Fluttershy's Cottage and the Everfree Forest. There is a moderately sized Greenhouse that houses numerous types of flowers and herbs. Along with an adjourning nursery for the larger plants and trees. [Visual placement.]
Job: Greenhouse owner/plant caretaker/ botanist
Closest Friends: Storm Thrasher and Icarus [Kiskadee]
-Personality-
Likes: nature, warm sunlight, crisp rain, making proper use of the herbs she grows, poking fun/teasing Sparky.
Dislikes: fire, fighting, and ponies being rude to those who are important to her [plants included].
Motivation: To help the memory of her parent's memory survive by taking care of greenhouse left in her care.
Overall Persona: Grace is a very quiet and sometimes odd pony. She has been since she was a foal. Even to this day she can keep a conversation, although most of the time one-sided with the plants within her greenhouse. That is when they're not listening to Icarus singing his heart out. It was on a trip with her parents that they came across him and since Kiskadee's normally stay in pairs, he's stuck by Grace ever since. Often meaning he can be very protective, and obnoxious, when he wants to be.
Including to Storm Thrasher. Despite the age difference, he seems more like an older brother--fatherly figure to her, Icarus and Storm Thrasher get in disagreements almost every time he stops by. She is calm and collected, all four hooves on the ground. The only thing that really can get under her skin is fire. Ever since a stray lightning bolt set the nursery a blaze a good number of years ago it hasn't been the same.
Grace && Icarus