Post by jupiterpony on Aug 7, 2013 1:13:55 GMT
-General Stuff-
Name: Delver
Nickname/Alias(es): Del
Race: unicorn
Gender: Male
Age: Stallion
Additional Status: his pet is a starnosed mole named Burrow. He almost always has his mining hat on.
-Physical Stuff-
Pelt Color: Glossy black
Mane/Tail Color and Style: His mane is roughshod from wearing his Hard Hat all the time, and his tail is more like a bush than anything.
Eye Color: green eyes with flecks of gold in them.
Cutie Mark: a temple with a river of gold flowing from it
Other Scars/Markings: he has two golden lines running down his back, how he recieved these unusual markings is unknown except to Delver.
Physique: very muscular
-Social Stuff-
Current Residence: Currently lives in a prospectors shack near ruins from the Era of Disharmony, named of Azora Dehebau, and is studying it for a better understanding of these ancient times.
Job: Currently a miner/archaeologist, selling gems he finds whilst delving into the depths to the local jewellers for profit, but keeps the artifacts he finds for research, trying to discern their purpose. He is said to have the largest standing collection of pre-discordian artifacts, but due to the secret location of these artifacts, the total number is unknown.
Mother: Belivda Coaler
Father: Rockel Downward
Sibling(s): he is an only child
Other Family: very distant, living far in the reaches of equestria.
Closest Friends: He has no CLOSE friends, but he is friends with a wanderer who has stopped by the ruins several times, by the name of Fleetwood.
Courting/Courted By: SIngle
Mate: Unmarried
Foal(s): Has no children.
-Personality Stuff-
Likes:
-Solitude: Unlike a lot of ponies, Delver prefers solitude to groups, due to his incapability to respond well with the emotions of others. this doesn't mean he avoids others, but it also means he isn't bent on going out into town and talking to strangers.
-Exploring: Delver has always gotten a rush from finding underground caverns, from massive lakes, to hidden shrines, he couldn't stop of he wanted too, which he doesn't. and never will. ever.
-Bitter foods: Its strange. Delver has a love for bitter foods, particularly wild roots. He had always hated the stuff, until he matured and found the things quite tasty.
Dislikes:
- Pompous Ponies: he can't stand those whom believe themselves to be on a higher level than everyone else. this has spawned a general distaste towards Canterlot residents.
- sugar: Delver finds it disgusting and gross, simple as that.
Motivation: He dreams of finding why Azor Dehebau was destroyed and to amass knowledge of the magic that was lost throughout time.
Strengths:
- Passionate: Delver draws his true strength from his passion and determination to the jobs he does.
- Reflexes: For a Stallion of his size, Delver can react very quickly to things around him.
-Tenacious: Safe to say, Delver doesnt give up, and often overcomes his problems by constantly charging at them head on.
Weaknesses/Flaws:
- Prideful: as timid as Delvern may be in normal circumstances, he is furious about his work, getting furious at the thought that someone may believe that he is doing something wrong or being foolhardy.
-Greedy: Delver's love for shiny things is often his undoing, causing to get into spats for the smallest trinket.
Fears:
-Heights: Delver is horrified at heights, even being 4 meters in the air will make him lose consciousness, which is partially why prefers to stay underground, as far away from the wide open air above.
Personality: Delver is a very secluded and eccentric stallion, prone to casting other peoples opinions aside without regard for peoples feelings. He isn't very good in social situations, which causes him to get into arguments with others. Its hard to make friends with him, but when you have, you've made a stalwart one. He is a greedy, prideful pony, but also a loyal and dedicated one, using his resolve to overcome his by charging at them head on and beating the problem with a pillow until its so disoriented that he can just walk past it. He is ridiculous when facing heights, going so far as to HIRE other archaeologists to go up and explore towers in ruins. He is sporatic and delusioned, but a good pony at heart.
History or Background (Optional) : Delver was always a loner. when he was a colt, he was anti social, always digging by himself in the sand box, not caring about anyone else, and constantly delusioned by the thought of finding treasure in there. His Family was a poor one, unable to afford much stuff, and he himself had nothing to call his own, causing him to become more secluded. His parents and teachers worried about him, wondering why he cared so little about others. The truth was, its wasn't that he didn't care about others, but rather, that his desire for social contact was overidden by something else... something that screamed in his ears at night, a flame in his heart. A vision.
This vision would appear every year on his birthday, he would see it right as he blew out the candles to his cake, where his sight would flash dark, and a vision of a temple would appear in his mind, he wouldn't know what this meant till long after. it was his 12th birthday, and he dreaded it, or at least, he should have. but on this day there was no vision, but rather a feeling, a calling that awoke him in the middle of the night, grabbed a shovel from his shed, and dug a hole. he would never know for how long he was down there, and he heard the sounds of his parents calling down to him, but all that mattered was digging, suddenly, he came across a vein, a gold vein. This was the riches and largest vein of gold ever discovered, stretching for 18 miles towards the windigo alps. When he surfaced, he told his father of his discovery, and they laid claim to the mine, becoming rich beyond all of Delver's wildest dreams. And to make things even better, when he was in the light, he discovered that he had gotten his cutie mark, a temple with a river of gold. He had found the gold, but gold wasn't what he truly wanted, he wanted to find the temple, do what he had always known what he had to do. And after years of tireless search, he did, at the end of his 18 mile long gold vein, he discovered it, a temple larger than anything he had ever seen, a true testament to the ancient Pre-discordian ponies might! but the most peculiar thing of all was its contents, not a jar of dyes or spices, of gemstones or gold, but rather, a single cylinder, hovering in the antechamber of this cathedral, surrounded by destroyed statues and pillars strewn across the floor. it was black, and hummed soflty. He set up shop in this ancient ruin, studying the artifact and pondering as to its inner workings.
my oc's
friendshipismagicrpg.proboards.com/thread/6907/fleetwood
friendshipismagicrpg.proboards.com/thread/6718/reginald-brocktree
Name: Delver
Nickname/Alias(es): Del
Race: unicorn
Gender: Male
Age: Stallion
Additional Status: his pet is a starnosed mole named Burrow. He almost always has his mining hat on.
-Physical Stuff-
Pelt Color: Glossy black
Mane/Tail Color and Style: His mane is roughshod from wearing his Hard Hat all the time, and his tail is more like a bush than anything.
Eye Color: green eyes with flecks of gold in them.
Cutie Mark: a temple with a river of gold flowing from it
Other Scars/Markings: he has two golden lines running down his back, how he recieved these unusual markings is unknown except to Delver.
Physique: very muscular
-Social Stuff-
Current Residence: Currently lives in a prospectors shack near ruins from the Era of Disharmony, named of Azora Dehebau, and is studying it for a better understanding of these ancient times.
Job: Currently a miner/archaeologist, selling gems he finds whilst delving into the depths to the local jewellers for profit, but keeps the artifacts he finds for research, trying to discern their purpose. He is said to have the largest standing collection of pre-discordian artifacts, but due to the secret location of these artifacts, the total number is unknown.
Mother: Belivda Coaler
Father: Rockel Downward
Sibling(s): he is an only child
Other Family: very distant, living far in the reaches of equestria.
Closest Friends: He has no CLOSE friends, but he is friends with a wanderer who has stopped by the ruins several times, by the name of Fleetwood.
Courting/Courted By: SIngle
Mate: Unmarried
Foal(s): Has no children.
-Personality Stuff-
Likes:
-Solitude: Unlike a lot of ponies, Delver prefers solitude to groups, due to his incapability to respond well with the emotions of others. this doesn't mean he avoids others, but it also means he isn't bent on going out into town and talking to strangers.
-Exploring: Delver has always gotten a rush from finding underground caverns, from massive lakes, to hidden shrines, he couldn't stop of he wanted too, which he doesn't. and never will. ever.
-Bitter foods: Its strange. Delver has a love for bitter foods, particularly wild roots. He had always hated the stuff, until he matured and found the things quite tasty.
Dislikes:
- Pompous Ponies: he can't stand those whom believe themselves to be on a higher level than everyone else. this has spawned a general distaste towards Canterlot residents.
- sugar: Delver finds it disgusting and gross, simple as that.
Motivation: He dreams of finding why Azor Dehebau was destroyed and to amass knowledge of the magic that was lost throughout time.
Strengths:
- Passionate: Delver draws his true strength from his passion and determination to the jobs he does.
- Reflexes: For a Stallion of his size, Delver can react very quickly to things around him.
-Tenacious: Safe to say, Delver doesnt give up, and often overcomes his problems by constantly charging at them head on.
Weaknesses/Flaws:
- Prideful: as timid as Delvern may be in normal circumstances, he is furious about his work, getting furious at the thought that someone may believe that he is doing something wrong or being foolhardy.
-Greedy: Delver's love for shiny things is often his undoing, causing to get into spats for the smallest trinket.
Fears:
-Heights: Delver is horrified at heights, even being 4 meters in the air will make him lose consciousness, which is partially why prefers to stay underground, as far away from the wide open air above.
Personality: Delver is a very secluded and eccentric stallion, prone to casting other peoples opinions aside without regard for peoples feelings. He isn't very good in social situations, which causes him to get into arguments with others. Its hard to make friends with him, but when you have, you've made a stalwart one. He is a greedy, prideful pony, but also a loyal and dedicated one, using his resolve to overcome his by charging at them head on and beating the problem with a pillow until its so disoriented that he can just walk past it. He is ridiculous when facing heights, going so far as to HIRE other archaeologists to go up and explore towers in ruins. He is sporatic and delusioned, but a good pony at heart.
History or Background (Optional) : Delver was always a loner. when he was a colt, he was anti social, always digging by himself in the sand box, not caring about anyone else, and constantly delusioned by the thought of finding treasure in there. His Family was a poor one, unable to afford much stuff, and he himself had nothing to call his own, causing him to become more secluded. His parents and teachers worried about him, wondering why he cared so little about others. The truth was, its wasn't that he didn't care about others, but rather, that his desire for social contact was overidden by something else... something that screamed in his ears at night, a flame in his heart. A vision.
This vision would appear every year on his birthday, he would see it right as he blew out the candles to his cake, where his sight would flash dark, and a vision of a temple would appear in his mind, he wouldn't know what this meant till long after. it was his 12th birthday, and he dreaded it, or at least, he should have. but on this day there was no vision, but rather a feeling, a calling that awoke him in the middle of the night, grabbed a shovel from his shed, and dug a hole. he would never know for how long he was down there, and he heard the sounds of his parents calling down to him, but all that mattered was digging, suddenly, he came across a vein, a gold vein. This was the riches and largest vein of gold ever discovered, stretching for 18 miles towards the windigo alps. When he surfaced, he told his father of his discovery, and they laid claim to the mine, becoming rich beyond all of Delver's wildest dreams. And to make things even better, when he was in the light, he discovered that he had gotten his cutie mark, a temple with a river of gold. He had found the gold, but gold wasn't what he truly wanted, he wanted to find the temple, do what he had always known what he had to do. And after years of tireless search, he did, at the end of his 18 mile long gold vein, he discovered it, a temple larger than anything he had ever seen, a true testament to the ancient Pre-discordian ponies might! but the most peculiar thing of all was its contents, not a jar of dyes or spices, of gemstones or gold, but rather, a single cylinder, hovering in the antechamber of this cathedral, surrounded by destroyed statues and pillars strewn across the floor. it was black, and hummed soflty. He set up shop in this ancient ruin, studying the artifact and pondering as to its inner workings.
my oc's
friendshipismagicrpg.proboards.com/thread/6907/fleetwood
friendshipismagicrpg.proboards.com/thread/6718/reginald-brocktree