Post by VioleStrings on Nov 10, 2011 15:55:58 GMT -5
OOC INFO –
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Age:
Years of Experience: A lot.
Other Characters: Not here, not yet. Some of you might remember the Blind Viole though.
Age:
Years of Experience: A lot.
Other Characters: Not here, not yet. Some of you might remember the Blind Viole though.
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CHARACTER BASICS –Full Name: Viole Alatea Eithne Strings
Nicknames: Viole Strings, VeeEs (phonetical VS), Viole.
Age: Young adult
Gender: Female
Race: Unicorn
CHARACTER LOOKS –Height: Shortish medium
Weight: Above average due to stocky build
Voice: Coloratura soprano (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0B-UnJO-8w&feature=related)
Eye Color: Deep violet with lighter violet rim
Scars and Markings:
Diseases: Hereditary optic neuropathy (blindness)
ABOUT THE CHARACTER –Personality: Viole Strings is a pony of calm but firm demeanor. She is very fond of setting very high goals for herself and reaching them, though she can have long stretches of lazyness while she cannot find any vocation she is fiercely interested in. Her foremost interest is in learning new things, and anything that she has already mastered (or believes so) usually takes a back seat in her life and is utilized only when necessary, like her music skills. Viole is hard to provoke into anger or any strong emotion, but is easily empatic towards the other's feelings nonetheless, easily taking the very subtle intonation cues. When driven to show her emotional side, Viole Strings can have violent outbursts of emotion-driven words or actions that seem coldly calculated for the outside viewer but are done almost totally without internal control untill the emotional fit subsides.
Viole Strings is very fond of spoken word and would indulge in long and passionate conversations whenever allowed to, most of the times speaking in a language laced with Traditional Canterlot Speech, scientific terms, and words rarely used in normal speech. She takes the inability or refusal to talk very badly and can be quite vile and pestering to a pony that refuses her verbal communication. She is also most of the times brutally honest, but wraps her direct speech into convoluted verbal constructions and allusions.
History: Viole Strings is a daughter of the noble unicorn family at Canterlot. She have received a rich classical school education, with several languages available to her (Aside from Equine, she is well versed in Draconic and Gryphon, and even posesses a basic knowledge of the Traditional Canterlot Speech). She was also given ample instruction in high literature, history, and music. The last was probably something that have saved her sanity later on, when, being the young mare just entered her higher education in music, Viole have shown first sign of her vision declining. Despite receiving a fast diagnosis and the best medical treatment from the best megical medicine minds of Canterlot Medical Magic Academy the terrified young mare's condition continued to deteriorate rapidly. Not a month after the first symptoms, Viole was completely blind. The medical verdict came almost at the same time: her condition was the inherited, incurable nerve deterioration.
Her father and mother were broken by conflicting feelings of guilt and anger at his daughter's situation and parted their was, as Viole and her mother moved to Prance where the young mare's great-aunt lived. Surprisingly, the need to be on the move and probably a deeper shock at this treachery shook the mare out of her daze and put on road to accept (and sometimes abuse) her new condition. Also, in Prance Viole have learned of the new method of reading for blind unicorns, the Mraille reading: basing on the residual magic left in the ink from the act of levitating the writing feather, any unicorn could read the books written by other unicorns. The young unicorn devoted herself to learning the method and have actually put forward a few imporvements. She firmly believes in the possibility to extend this method to other pony races (even Earth with their limited utilitarian magic) and continuously searches for the ways to spread the Mraille method and improve it.
Two years after the onset of her blindness, she was redy to enter her higher education, choosing something that was at the same time obvious and surprising for a blind: music. With her father's influence and her grand-aunt's great fortune of bits the young unicorn was accepted back into Canterlot Conservatoria. Viole put a lot of emphasis in her studies on the mastering multiple instruments (over the perfection in one) and finally chosen the history of music as her choice field. Her preferred instrument is her self-crafted, accurate reconstruction of viola da gamba, or viole - the historical predecessor of violin. After winning the Best Young Musicians Competition the mare had a nervous breakdown and left Canterlot, fleeing to the small town of Ponyville.
Struggling to find her place in the local community with her disability, no skills of immediate practical use, and no support from either of her parents, Viole have met a badly wounded mare around her age, Denith Skies. The initial connection was Viole's somewhat selfish need for a guide (though reciprocated with Denith's need for walk support). Later, while Denith went down to near death with her injuries not being treated with enough care, the experience of staying near the dying peagaus' bed for almost a week opened Viole's eyes to a deeper attraction towards the mare. Not ever having a sibling experience, Viole took it mostly for a kind of love, but agreed to Denith's obvious more sisterly kind of attachment for a long while. Nowadays, with the life partnership and love bond between the two taking precedence, the musician mare finds herself in a highly confusing situation of being the adoptive second parent for Denith Skies' twins from long-disappeared roving model male from Canterlot. Together, the two mares form a strange but closely-knit family.OTHER CHARACTER INFO –
Being blind, Viole travels with a white cane most of the time, levitating it around with her magic.
Element: Honesty.
RP sample:
"...I don't know why I left..."
Viole Strings groaned inwardly, both the clock master's response and her own dumb question seeming so ridiculous now that Denith seemed to slip more and more into the pain and shock. "Things happen because they happen, you dumb blind foal" - The musician reprimanded herself angrily. - "Asking post-factum why they happened this or that way would not forward making them right one bit. Calm down. Think." And still, she felt something welling inside of her, dark emotion akin to what she felt when she left her home at Canterlot with one of those last outbound refugees' balloons... panic. Panic and guilt, driven deep down under the surface of her words and actions. "I dragged this one pegasus all the way from medic's tent to here..." The musician shook her head violently, rejecting to continue with this line of thought, or else it would consume all her courage, what left of it at the moment.
Viole Strings strained her ears to hear if anyone have answered her call, and indeed, after a moment, a gallop of hooves on the soft ground was to be heard, heading towards where the blind unicorn laid with silently whimpering Denith at her side. The other one pony, the shy one, that talked to them earlier, made no sound whatsoever. Viole wondered if the timid mare was startled into stupor by sudden turn of the peaceful conversation.
"What happened to her? What's wrong?" - Viole heard the arrived pony asking, a stallion judging by voice and somewhat heavy footfalls.
"I was injured in a recent storm a - and I know I have a broken wing and I s - suspect broken ribs, too. I - think th - that whatever pa - painkillers were being use h - have worn off..." - Came Denith's strained reply, sounding more as gasps than as words. Viole Strings felt her throat tighten, as she could only listen helplessly - and all to clearly - as pegasus' breath became more erratic by the minute, and feel, as the injured one leaned against the unicorn's side, Denith's heart pace run faster and shallower with pain shock.
But outwards, the blind one's muzzle remained an emotionless mask. Slowly, Viole spoke, her voice flat and seeming as if it came from someone who soared way over the turmoil of fear and guilt inside of her. The unicorn chuckled inwardly. "Well, at least that damnable block between my emotions and the possibility to express them... sometimes it seems to be an advantage." - She thought distantly, at the same time nudging Denith's shoulder with her muzzle as she felt the pegasus lay her head on the grass.
- Denith. Stay with me. - The blind one heard more talk than she ever wanted in the refugees' camp about injured ponies, and how they slipped in unconsciousness from the pain and then slowly died from shock, their families, friends and simply onlookers helpless to do anything, and that scared Viole. She turned her muzzle to the stallion arriving to her plea. - Please. Find someone with medical training, quick. I believe we must not carry her, there is no telling if she displaced her broken ribs, so help HAS to come to her, HERE.
Viole Strings stressed those two words with the tone of her voice, trying to look at where the unknown colt supposedly stood. She then turned to where, as she remembered, the shy one was.
- Can you find warm plaid of sorts, or just anything to cover or warm her with? We must keep her body temperature normal until medical help arrives. - She moved closer to the reclining Denith's side, wrapping one hoof around the shivering, shallowly breathing pegasus' shoulder, then lifted her unseeing gaze to the two other ponies, and said in a very flat, very composed tone. - Go find what I demanded. Now.
Inside the blind musician, panic roared, but none of her emotions could be seen outwards. And for once in her life, she was thankful for that.
"I - I've always been such a foal... I'm so sor - sorry, Viole. I didn't think - again." - She heard Denith whisper almost inaudibly, the voice sounding distant and hollow.
- Good, girl, talk to me. No, that's all well, and it's... - Viole Strings swallowed hard, trying to get the words that were just slipping from her tongue so effortlessly to work for her again. - It's my fault.
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