Post by Drearilee on Dec 6, 2011 21:14:25 GMT -5
OOC INFO:
AGE: ?
EMAIL: OhsoDrearilee@yahoo.com
OTHER CHARACTERS HERE: None yet.
RP EXPERIENCE: First started Role Playing around 2004, though I did not have my own computer at the time. Got back into around 2006-2007, and have been getting better since; still a while away from the level of most people I attempt to keep up with, but in no way a hindrance to story development.
IC INFO:
CHARACTER NAME: Drearilee
GENDER: Male
RACE: Pegasus
AGE: Adult - Stallion
HOMETOWN: New Buckingham (Arrived in Ponyville before the panic)
OCCUPATION: Works as a custodian at Sugarcube Corner, as well as cleaning up Ponyville and doing whatever odd jobs he is given
RELATIVES: (Sire) Silvercrest Buckingham, (Dam)Spottedbarrel "Spotty" Buckingham, an elder sister.
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PERSONALITY: Drearilee is a dreamer. A dreamer to the point that he is often depressed by the reality of the time he lives in. That, combined with the fact that his abnormally weak self-esteem was obliterated entirely by the loss of his family's home before the move to Ponyville, have left him extremely sorrowful, as well as fearful.
Drearilee is also of an ambivalent nature; he has yet to gain his cutie mark for this very reason. Despite reaching stallionhood, he has yet to gain a cutie mark, and due to his introverted nature, he is often believed to be of poor mental health, though he is truly just uncertain of what he loves. His parents, being in charge of the city of New Buckingham, have left him with more than enough opportunity to find something he loves, though he has taken only brief interest in one, despite having a natural inclination towards learning things. This leaves him with the archetypal "Jack of all trades, master of none," skill set.
CHARACTER FLAWS: Drearilee didn't bring a plethora of things with him from New Buckingham, though the few things he did bring he doesn't like to see touched by others. It isn't that he is greedy, he is just obsessively neat, which, despite being helpful for his occupation at Sugarcube Corner, is often a drawback in social situations. He is also easily embarrassed, and will, when cornered in situations that humiliate him, cry or fly away. He tries his best to avoid such situations entirely, however.
CHARACTER HISTORY: Drearilee arrived in Ponyville the night the star fell. His left his family hometown of many generations, New Buckingham, after his sister agreed to take the seat of both of her parents in the city's council. He had visited the city of Buckingham, in which his family lived many generations ago, though he soon left and appeared in Ponyville. He had been given enough money by his parents to build a home in Ponyville, and he has one, though his decided to save most of the money given to him to own a home by building a small living space, while the rest was saved in the event he had to move again.
As more and more ponies began to come to Ponyville, Drearilee considered attempting to convince the town to become more like New Buckingham, though ultimately he decided he need not be known by so many, nonetheless responsible for the already uncertain outcome of the town.
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PHYSIQUE: Drearilee is a somewhat taller-than-average stallion. He is also underweight, willowy figure giving a illusion of clumsiness about him, though he is actually well coordinated. His eyes are Green-yellow, closer to jade near the pupils.
COAT COLOR:Platinum
MANE & TAIL COLOR: Mane is all white, while the tail is white with a Mikado Yellow streak.
CUTIE MARK: None yet
OTHER MARKS: none
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RP SAMPLE:
The zephyrs had been replaced with harsh gales by now, sand from the rendezvous of the swamp and riverbed pelting the colt as he tread along the edge of the Everfree forest. Many a tale crossed his mind about the damnable place, and each seemed to gain validity from the cackles and screeches from within the bowels of the wilderness. He was far too far away to run home, though he was uncertain how far he had traveled along the border of the forest to know when he would come across the next town. Buckingham had been a marvelous place, but he could see why his parents left; there was something about New Buckingham that made it, excluding the presence of the royal household, the equivalent, if not superior of, Canterlot in many aspects. This old places seemed to have that at one point, though its glory was as worn away as the statues of the city's founder, who, at some point far along the family line, at the very root of the family tree, releated to Drearilee.
Lost in his thoughts about the town he had most recently visited, Drearilee tripped, a sickening crack only further upsetting him; his front right leg was broken, and worse yet stuck in the thick mud that lined areas near the riverbed were tree roots breached into the shore. He could see night coming, and the noises of the forest getting louder, though he couldn't move for the sensation of a thousand nails being driven into his leg, pulling himself up only making it seem as if the nails were being scraped into the muscle. As his near certain demise loomed over him, Drearilee could only do one thing; sleep.
Such a time as the one all ponies get in which they meet Sleep's brother, Death, called for the two to be united, non? Besides, if he rested, he could dream, and the lulling of fantasies slowly fading to black was much more comfortable than the violent and gruesome scene that might have befallen him had he kept his eyes open. Or so he hoped.
Fortunately for his body, though perhaps not so for his mind, Drearilee awoke from his slumber, only to be stuck were he was, leg still burning. His wished for a sweet reaper of the night to take him had been denied by the hellish woodland, and he had no choice but to try yet again to escape. He pulled as hard as he could, screaming in agony, though he was able to escape the grip of the thick, adhesive goo that had him only moment earlier, and he limped along, humming to himself to ignore the pain. This was far too severe, however, and he moved with the slow, weak manner of a servant, much less like the proud young stallion he was. When he caught a glimpse of something, he looked up as much as his leg permitted, eyes widening. It was a bridge! Of all the structures he had seen, from towers to palaces, this single bridge, crossing a narrow part of the river, was perhaps the greatest architectural achievement he had ever seen. It was his sole salvation from the terrors of the Everfree forest, and it meant something else was near. He continued onwards, with an increased pace despite his injuries, to see the tops of buildings! A sudden ecstasy struck him, and he rejected the shackles of injury and health; he was no longer subservient to them, and he darted as quickly as he could towards the town, excitedly entering before his bodily limits, the master that could not, despite anyone's efforts, be overtaken, put him back in his place, and he began to feel lightheaded.
At least this sleep will be a much less melancholy one, Drearilee thought, smiling as he looked around to the ponies who had been alarmed by his sudden dash into town, then falling to the ground and losing consciousness from exhaustion.
AGE: ?
EMAIL: OhsoDrearilee@yahoo.com
OTHER CHARACTERS HERE: None yet.
RP EXPERIENCE: First started Role Playing around 2004, though I did not have my own computer at the time. Got back into around 2006-2007, and have been getting better since; still a while away from the level of most people I attempt to keep up with, but in no way a hindrance to story development.
IC INFO:
CHARACTER NAME: Drearilee
GENDER: Male
RACE: Pegasus
AGE: Adult - Stallion
HOMETOWN: New Buckingham (Arrived in Ponyville before the panic)
OCCUPATION: Works as a custodian at Sugarcube Corner, as well as cleaning up Ponyville and doing whatever odd jobs he is given
RELATIVES: (Sire) Silvercrest Buckingham, (Dam)Spottedbarrel "Spotty" Buckingham, an elder sister.
----
PERSONALITY: Drearilee is a dreamer. A dreamer to the point that he is often depressed by the reality of the time he lives in. That, combined with the fact that his abnormally weak self-esteem was obliterated entirely by the loss of his family's home before the move to Ponyville, have left him extremely sorrowful, as well as fearful.
Drearilee is also of an ambivalent nature; he has yet to gain his cutie mark for this very reason. Despite reaching stallionhood, he has yet to gain a cutie mark, and due to his introverted nature, he is often believed to be of poor mental health, though he is truly just uncertain of what he loves. His parents, being in charge of the city of New Buckingham, have left him with more than enough opportunity to find something he loves, though he has taken only brief interest in one, despite having a natural inclination towards learning things. This leaves him with the archetypal "Jack of all trades, master of none," skill set.
CHARACTER FLAWS: Drearilee didn't bring a plethora of things with him from New Buckingham, though the few things he did bring he doesn't like to see touched by others. It isn't that he is greedy, he is just obsessively neat, which, despite being helpful for his occupation at Sugarcube Corner, is often a drawback in social situations. He is also easily embarrassed, and will, when cornered in situations that humiliate him, cry or fly away. He tries his best to avoid such situations entirely, however.
CHARACTER HISTORY: Drearilee arrived in Ponyville the night the star fell. His left his family hometown of many generations, New Buckingham, after his sister agreed to take the seat of both of her parents in the city's council. He had visited the city of Buckingham, in which his family lived many generations ago, though he soon left and appeared in Ponyville. He had been given enough money by his parents to build a home in Ponyville, and he has one, though his decided to save most of the money given to him to own a home by building a small living space, while the rest was saved in the event he had to move again.
As more and more ponies began to come to Ponyville, Drearilee considered attempting to convince the town to become more like New Buckingham, though ultimately he decided he need not be known by so many, nonetheless responsible for the already uncertain outcome of the town.
----
PHYSIQUE: Drearilee is a somewhat taller-than-average stallion. He is also underweight, willowy figure giving a illusion of clumsiness about him, though he is actually well coordinated. His eyes are Green-yellow, closer to jade near the pupils.
COAT COLOR:Platinum
MANE & TAIL COLOR: Mane is all white, while the tail is white with a Mikado Yellow streak.
CUTIE MARK: None yet
OTHER MARKS: none
--------------------------
RP SAMPLE:
The zephyrs had been replaced with harsh gales by now, sand from the rendezvous of the swamp and riverbed pelting the colt as he tread along the edge of the Everfree forest. Many a tale crossed his mind about the damnable place, and each seemed to gain validity from the cackles and screeches from within the bowels of the wilderness. He was far too far away to run home, though he was uncertain how far he had traveled along the border of the forest to know when he would come across the next town. Buckingham had been a marvelous place, but he could see why his parents left; there was something about New Buckingham that made it, excluding the presence of the royal household, the equivalent, if not superior of, Canterlot in many aspects. This old places seemed to have that at one point, though its glory was as worn away as the statues of the city's founder, who, at some point far along the family line, at the very root of the family tree, releated to Drearilee.
Lost in his thoughts about the town he had most recently visited, Drearilee tripped, a sickening crack only further upsetting him; his front right leg was broken, and worse yet stuck in the thick mud that lined areas near the riverbed were tree roots breached into the shore. He could see night coming, and the noises of the forest getting louder, though he couldn't move for the sensation of a thousand nails being driven into his leg, pulling himself up only making it seem as if the nails were being scraped into the muscle. As his near certain demise loomed over him, Drearilee could only do one thing; sleep.
Such a time as the one all ponies get in which they meet Sleep's brother, Death, called for the two to be united, non? Besides, if he rested, he could dream, and the lulling of fantasies slowly fading to black was much more comfortable than the violent and gruesome scene that might have befallen him had he kept his eyes open. Or so he hoped.
Fortunately for his body, though perhaps not so for his mind, Drearilee awoke from his slumber, only to be stuck were he was, leg still burning. His wished for a sweet reaper of the night to take him had been denied by the hellish woodland, and he had no choice but to try yet again to escape. He pulled as hard as he could, screaming in agony, though he was able to escape the grip of the thick, adhesive goo that had him only moment earlier, and he limped along, humming to himself to ignore the pain. This was far too severe, however, and he moved with the slow, weak manner of a servant, much less like the proud young stallion he was. When he caught a glimpse of something, he looked up as much as his leg permitted, eyes widening. It was a bridge! Of all the structures he had seen, from towers to palaces, this single bridge, crossing a narrow part of the river, was perhaps the greatest architectural achievement he had ever seen. It was his sole salvation from the terrors of the Everfree forest, and it meant something else was near. He continued onwards, with an increased pace despite his injuries, to see the tops of buildings! A sudden ecstasy struck him, and he rejected the shackles of injury and health; he was no longer subservient to them, and he darted as quickly as he could towards the town, excitedly entering before his bodily limits, the master that could not, despite anyone's efforts, be overtaken, put him back in his place, and he began to feel lightheaded.
At least this sleep will be a much less melancholy one, Drearilee thought, smiling as he looked around to the ponies who had been alarmed by his sudden dash into town, then falling to the ground and losing consciousness from exhaustion.