Post by Song of Winter's Wind on Aug 8, 2012 20:50:07 GMT
-General Stuff-
Name: Song of the Winter's Wind
Nickname/Alias(es): Winter, Windsong(Preferably Windsong)
Race: Not so much of a pony than he is a Horse... He resembles a Gypsy Vanner horse.
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Additional Status:
-Physical Stuff-
Pelt Color: Black and white
Mane/Tail Color and Style: Definitely long hair that is mostly white with streaks of black or grey. Has a slight curl near the ends.
Eye Color: Pastel blue
Cutie Mark: sixteenth note
Other Scars/Markings: None
Physique: Windsong is a rather tall horse, with an anatomy similar to an Alicorn in size, though lacking the horn and wings. He has a thick, long mane and tail, with his tail dragging on the ground occasionally. His hooves are covered by tufts of fur, and a tuft of fur is at the back of each of his hooves. While he seems large and menacing, Windsong is actually quite agile, and would be more so if he wasn't blind. He had been born without sight, though through the years, developed a keen sense of hearing to help guide his way.
WindSong(front) and Skye's Limit(behind)
-Social Stuff-
Current Residence: Wandering around Equestria
Job: Bard
Mother: Scent of a thousand Lilies(Lily)
Father: Dance of the leaves (Forest dancer)
Sibling(s): The Limit of the Skies(Skye's Limit)
Other Family: None
Closest Friends: His Brother, Skye's Limit.
Courting/Courted By: N/A
Mate: N/A
Foal(s): N/A
-Personality Stuff-
Likes: Music, his home in the desert, sleeping under the stars, the wind
Dislikes: Being hurt both mentally and physically, tripping, being unable to eat, wars, fighting, being seperated from Skye's Limit for very long, not being able to sleep under the stars, sleeping indoors, falling ill
Motivation: Simply to fill both his and his brother's bellies
Strengths: Windsong has a high sense of logic and responsability, knowing what is right is not always what should be done. He constantly displays a calm air that makes him seem much older and wiser than he is, and is a bit of a diplomat at some quarrals. Though he is a pacifist, What he lacks in physical ability, he makes up for in mental stability and justice.
Weaknesses/Flaws: His blindness limits where he could go, and how fast he could gallop. He is also unable to defend himself. Due to his pacifism, WindSong often strays away from any quarrals he can't solve. He prefers sleeping outside, and is often ill because of it. He is very succeptable to disease and fatigue. WindSong is also often low on means of payment, and goes hungry many nights.
Fears: Loosing his brother, drowning(He can't swim), loosing his voice
Overall Persona: WindSong is a very passive horse, with a strong sense of justice for those both close and unfamiliar to him. His ever-calm disposition is surprisingly jovial for somepony who has lost something they need, though for Windsong, he never had sight to begin with. He looks forward to hearing his brother's descriptions of the world being whispered in his ear, and often dreams of a world with color. He is quite determined to do the best at what he does, whether that be earning money with his melodic voice, or helping another pony. Overall, Windsong holds a sense of mystery to himself, yet not in a menacing way. He enjoys the company of otherponies, but does not mind being alone. For those he holds dear, he would gladly give all that he had.
Name: Song of the Winter's Wind
Nickname/Alias(es): Winter, Windsong(Preferably Windsong)
Race: Not so much of a pony than he is a Horse... He resembles a Gypsy Vanner horse.
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Additional Status:
-Physical Stuff-
Pelt Color: Black and white
Mane/Tail Color and Style: Definitely long hair that is mostly white with streaks of black or grey. Has a slight curl near the ends.
Eye Color: Pastel blue
Cutie Mark: sixteenth note
Other Scars/Markings: None
Physique: Windsong is a rather tall horse, with an anatomy similar to an Alicorn in size, though lacking the horn and wings. He has a thick, long mane and tail, with his tail dragging on the ground occasionally. His hooves are covered by tufts of fur, and a tuft of fur is at the back of each of his hooves. While he seems large and menacing, Windsong is actually quite agile, and would be more so if he wasn't blind. He had been born without sight, though through the years, developed a keen sense of hearing to help guide his way.
WindSong(front) and Skye's Limit(behind)
-Social Stuff-
Current Residence: Wandering around Equestria
Job: Bard
Mother: Scent of a thousand Lilies(Lily)
Father: Dance of the leaves (Forest dancer)
Sibling(s): The Limit of the Skies(Skye's Limit)
Other Family: None
Closest Friends: His Brother, Skye's Limit.
Courting/Courted By: N/A
Mate: N/A
Foal(s): N/A
-Personality Stuff-
Likes: Music, his home in the desert, sleeping under the stars, the wind
Dislikes: Being hurt both mentally and physically, tripping, being unable to eat, wars, fighting, being seperated from Skye's Limit for very long, not being able to sleep under the stars, sleeping indoors, falling ill
Motivation: Simply to fill both his and his brother's bellies
Strengths: Windsong has a high sense of logic and responsability, knowing what is right is not always what should be done. He constantly displays a calm air that makes him seem much older and wiser than he is, and is a bit of a diplomat at some quarrals. Though he is a pacifist, What he lacks in physical ability, he makes up for in mental stability and justice.
Weaknesses/Flaws: His blindness limits where he could go, and how fast he could gallop. He is also unable to defend himself. Due to his pacifism, WindSong often strays away from any quarrals he can't solve. He prefers sleeping outside, and is often ill because of it. He is very succeptable to disease and fatigue. WindSong is also often low on means of payment, and goes hungry many nights.
Fears: Loosing his brother, drowning(He can't swim), loosing his voice
Overall Persona: WindSong is a very passive horse, with a strong sense of justice for those both close and unfamiliar to him. His ever-calm disposition is surprisingly jovial for somepony who has lost something they need, though for Windsong, he never had sight to begin with. He looks forward to hearing his brother's descriptions of the world being whispered in his ear, and often dreams of a world with color. He is quite determined to do the best at what he does, whether that be earning money with his melodic voice, or helping another pony. Overall, Windsong holds a sense of mystery to himself, yet not in a menacing way. He enjoys the company of otherponies, but does not mind being alone. For those he holds dear, he would gladly give all that he had.