Post by Horizon Flare on Jan 1, 2012 9:11:44 GMT -5
This won't probably get approved, but no harm trying, eh?
OOC Info:
Email (Optional): joonas.hameenniemi@gmail.com
RP Experience: About 7 years of various genres and styles.
Other Characters: None here.
IC Info:
Character Name: Clockwork Delight
Gender: Genderless, but often considered female.
Race: Clockwork Pony.
Age: A bit over a year.
Hometown: Trotsmore.
Occupation: Seeks her Cutie Mark.
Relatives: Father, Gear Click, is missing.
Other Info:
Character History: Clockwork Delight came to be as the masterpiece of an old artificer, Gear Click, who had no children, mate or living relatives. He was a lonely man, a quirky tinkerer, but despite his outward cheeriness and good spirits, his heart was heavy and forlorn. To mend the void consuming him, he decided to utilize his supreme skills at clockworking to create a being to love as a son or a daughter.
He retired into seclusion and began a fevered work. Thousands of blueprints, prototypes and designs he burned through, before he finally found something that could work. To create a living being out of soulless metal, he would need magic as well. Months passed, and the being known as Clockwork Delight came to be.
A coat of polished brass on a steel framework, beneath which tick and tock, click and rotate gears, cogs and clockworks. Mane and tail of hand-woven, exceedingly fine silvered chain and eyes of painted glass. Of these things was Clockwork Delight made, but the most important piece of all is her heart, a mechanical core of both arcane and clockcraft working together in unison. A magical power supply grants the energy required for the machinery to work and the sentience to learn and grow.
Gear Click was overjoyed when he saw his hard work bear fruit. He loved Delight more than anything, even though the citizens of Trotsmore shunned his child. They questioned the morals, and what right Gear Click had to create life - and also wondered if Clockwork was really alive to begin with. Nevertheless, Gear Click opened his store again and Delight helped what she could, causing trouble with her clumsiness and easily fooled nature.
Despite a few hardships, Gear Click loved Delight, even though knowing it didn't even know what such an emotion meant. Every day, Gear Click said to Clockwork, first thing after he woke up: "good morning, dear. Maybe today you will become a real pony, flesh and blood instead of brass and oil."
This continued, until one day, Gear Click had disappeared. Confused, the mechanical pony waited for weeks, until finally, it decided to go and find him, thus leaving her hometown behind, beginning her wondrous journey to find her Father, and what it would mean to be a real, living pony.
Personality: Amiable, curious, not very bright and distant. Her mechanical voice is mostly monotonous and empty, and she has no feelings or emotions - at least yet. Clockwork has little understanding of abstract concepts or the way things work in the world, and every day holds something new.
Character Flaws: As said, easily fooled and overly trusting. Clockwork is also quite clumsy and not very smart. The machinery that keeps her moving needs to be maintained regularly, and the lack of it is starting to show. Underneath the brass coating, she is also quite fragile.
Appearance: Painted glass eyes that can glitter in prismatic colors in the right illumination, with silvery mane and tail, and a brass coating. Several chinks and joints reveal the clockworks underneath.
Coat Colour: Brazen.
Mane Colour: Platinum.
Physique: Lean and long-limbed. Delight can twist her joints in unnatural ways and rotate her neck and legs 180 degrees. She is also surprisingly strong, thanks to magically empowered hydraulics, but also slow and not very agile.
Height: Bit taller than an average mare.
Cutie- and other Marks: No Cutie Mark.
Writing Sample: It was a quiet morning, the sun rising over the hills, and a gentle veil of morning mist over the small town of Trotsmore.
In one of the small hovels, one over which hang a wooden sign upon which was painted a golden gear, Clockwork Delight stood still, in her father's workshop, surrounded by all sorts of contraptions, inventions, clocks, blueprints and other apparatus of a tinkering clockworker. Her glass eyes stared emptily before her, and she was unmoving; an elaborate statue, if not for the soft and hushed, slow clicking and rotating of gears. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Suddenly she stirred, her joints groaning as she turned her head, peering around her. She moved a leg, and then another, slowly as if every movement ached her mechanical limbs, she brought herself to a small window and pushed the curtains to the side with her hoof. For several weeks, now, she had began every day like this.
Clockwork Delight wandered around the workshop, performing morning duties like always. She took out last nights' meal she had put away for Father, and threw it away. After that, she made coffee and breakfast, just the way Father liked them - strong coffee, black with a bit of sugar and a few daisy-sandwiches with a big, red apple. She cleaned the floor, opened all the windows, and made sure everything was in order before she knocked on Father's door - two, sharp knocks, and waited for a brief moment before she stepped in.
Like so many morning before, there was no-pony there. Clockwork quietly dusted the room as well, made the bed (even though it was already perfect) and then left, closing the door behind her.
The clockwork contraption took a stand where she had stood before as well, lowered her head and waited until it would be time to make lunch. Then she would throw away the breakfast and the coffee, clean the house, make lunch, and go outside to gather apples and food and other utilities. Father was gone; at first, Delight had been confused what she should do when the without her father to do the shopping. Father usually visited the town when they needed something, but on an occasion she accompanied him. When she had gone alone, it took her a week before she finally figured out where the general store was, and how one would act there. Odd looks and glances followed her when she visited town, as did mumbling and ill-spirited whispers, but she managed.
Lunchtime came and passed. So did dinner and supper, too. When the sun went to sleep, Clockwork closed the windows, the doors, locked them tight, and again, waited in utter silence.
When the morning came, Clockwork was still standing in the middle of her Father's workshop, unmoving and accompanied only by the minute ticks and tocks of her gears.
Suddenly she stirred, her joints groaning as she turned her head, peering around her. She moved a leg, and then another, slowly as if every movement ached her mechanical limbs, she brought herself to a small window and pushed the curtains to the side with her hoof. It rained; waterdrops whipped the small workshop and raged at the windows, as if yearning to get inside, desperately lashing one after another. It would be a stormy day. Clockwork didn't like rain, or storms. Water made her gears go all stiff and strange colour. The one time she had been outside in a rain, Father had noticed only a few days later. He was a bit angry, Clockwork thought now, but then she didn't know what the change in Father's manner was or what it meant. Father put some black liquid in her, and then she worked fine again. But he told her never to go near water again.
Delight didn't make lunch today. Or dinner, or supper. She didn't clean either, and closed all the windows and doors early. She just waited for the next morning - or what the clocks would tell her to be the morning.
When it came, she woke from her coma-like state and peeked outside. It didn't rain anymore, and there was a rainbow in the horizon; it was almost midday. The artificial pony took a slip of paper and a quill, and wrote a simple letter;
"Father, gone looking for you. If you read this, don't worry. I'm safe and will return home after I have found you."
She read the letter and it looked fine to her. Then stepped out, closed the door, and put the key in a safe place, just as Father had taught her. She then walked off, dropping the letter into a post-box on her way out of town.
Clockwork looked around, her painted glass eyes mimicking the colors of the rainbow, and set on her journey.
OOC Info:
Email (Optional): joonas.hameenniemi@gmail.com
RP Experience: About 7 years of various genres and styles.
Other Characters: None here.
IC Info:
Character Name: Clockwork Delight
Gender: Genderless, but often considered female.
Race: Clockwork Pony.
Age: A bit over a year.
Hometown: Trotsmore.
Occupation: Seeks her Cutie Mark.
Relatives: Father, Gear Click, is missing.
Other Info:
Character History: Clockwork Delight came to be as the masterpiece of an old artificer, Gear Click, who had no children, mate or living relatives. He was a lonely man, a quirky tinkerer, but despite his outward cheeriness and good spirits, his heart was heavy and forlorn. To mend the void consuming him, he decided to utilize his supreme skills at clockworking to create a being to love as a son or a daughter.
He retired into seclusion and began a fevered work. Thousands of blueprints, prototypes and designs he burned through, before he finally found something that could work. To create a living being out of soulless metal, he would need magic as well. Months passed, and the being known as Clockwork Delight came to be.
A coat of polished brass on a steel framework, beneath which tick and tock, click and rotate gears, cogs and clockworks. Mane and tail of hand-woven, exceedingly fine silvered chain and eyes of painted glass. Of these things was Clockwork Delight made, but the most important piece of all is her heart, a mechanical core of both arcane and clockcraft working together in unison. A magical power supply grants the energy required for the machinery to work and the sentience to learn and grow.
Gear Click was overjoyed when he saw his hard work bear fruit. He loved Delight more than anything, even though the citizens of Trotsmore shunned his child. They questioned the morals, and what right Gear Click had to create life - and also wondered if Clockwork was really alive to begin with. Nevertheless, Gear Click opened his store again and Delight helped what she could, causing trouble with her clumsiness and easily fooled nature.
Despite a few hardships, Gear Click loved Delight, even though knowing it didn't even know what such an emotion meant. Every day, Gear Click said to Clockwork, first thing after he woke up: "good morning, dear. Maybe today you will become a real pony, flesh and blood instead of brass and oil."
This continued, until one day, Gear Click had disappeared. Confused, the mechanical pony waited for weeks, until finally, it decided to go and find him, thus leaving her hometown behind, beginning her wondrous journey to find her Father, and what it would mean to be a real, living pony.
Personality: Amiable, curious, not very bright and distant. Her mechanical voice is mostly monotonous and empty, and she has no feelings or emotions - at least yet. Clockwork has little understanding of abstract concepts or the way things work in the world, and every day holds something new.
Character Flaws: As said, easily fooled and overly trusting. Clockwork is also quite clumsy and not very smart. The machinery that keeps her moving needs to be maintained regularly, and the lack of it is starting to show. Underneath the brass coating, she is also quite fragile.
Appearance: Painted glass eyes that can glitter in prismatic colors in the right illumination, with silvery mane and tail, and a brass coating. Several chinks and joints reveal the clockworks underneath.
Coat Colour: Brazen.
Mane Colour: Platinum.
Physique: Lean and long-limbed. Delight can twist her joints in unnatural ways and rotate her neck and legs 180 degrees. She is also surprisingly strong, thanks to magically empowered hydraulics, but also slow and not very agile.
Height: Bit taller than an average mare.
Cutie- and other Marks: No Cutie Mark.
Writing Sample: It was a quiet morning, the sun rising over the hills, and a gentle veil of morning mist over the small town of Trotsmore.
In one of the small hovels, one over which hang a wooden sign upon which was painted a golden gear, Clockwork Delight stood still, in her father's workshop, surrounded by all sorts of contraptions, inventions, clocks, blueprints and other apparatus of a tinkering clockworker. Her glass eyes stared emptily before her, and she was unmoving; an elaborate statue, if not for the soft and hushed, slow clicking and rotating of gears. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Suddenly she stirred, her joints groaning as she turned her head, peering around her. She moved a leg, and then another, slowly as if every movement ached her mechanical limbs, she brought herself to a small window and pushed the curtains to the side with her hoof. For several weeks, now, she had began every day like this.
Clockwork Delight wandered around the workshop, performing morning duties like always. She took out last nights' meal she had put away for Father, and threw it away. After that, she made coffee and breakfast, just the way Father liked them - strong coffee, black with a bit of sugar and a few daisy-sandwiches with a big, red apple. She cleaned the floor, opened all the windows, and made sure everything was in order before she knocked on Father's door - two, sharp knocks, and waited for a brief moment before she stepped in.
Like so many morning before, there was no-pony there. Clockwork quietly dusted the room as well, made the bed (even though it was already perfect) and then left, closing the door behind her.
The clockwork contraption took a stand where she had stood before as well, lowered her head and waited until it would be time to make lunch. Then she would throw away the breakfast and the coffee, clean the house, make lunch, and go outside to gather apples and food and other utilities. Father was gone; at first, Delight had been confused what she should do when the without her father to do the shopping. Father usually visited the town when they needed something, but on an occasion she accompanied him. When she had gone alone, it took her a week before she finally figured out where the general store was, and how one would act there. Odd looks and glances followed her when she visited town, as did mumbling and ill-spirited whispers, but she managed.
Lunchtime came and passed. So did dinner and supper, too. When the sun went to sleep, Clockwork closed the windows, the doors, locked them tight, and again, waited in utter silence.
When the morning came, Clockwork was still standing in the middle of her Father's workshop, unmoving and accompanied only by the minute ticks and tocks of her gears.
Suddenly she stirred, her joints groaning as she turned her head, peering around her. She moved a leg, and then another, slowly as if every movement ached her mechanical limbs, she brought herself to a small window and pushed the curtains to the side with her hoof. It rained; waterdrops whipped the small workshop and raged at the windows, as if yearning to get inside, desperately lashing one after another. It would be a stormy day. Clockwork didn't like rain, or storms. Water made her gears go all stiff and strange colour. The one time she had been outside in a rain, Father had noticed only a few days later. He was a bit angry, Clockwork thought now, but then she didn't know what the change in Father's manner was or what it meant. Father put some black liquid in her, and then she worked fine again. But he told her never to go near water again.
Delight didn't make lunch today. Or dinner, or supper. She didn't clean either, and closed all the windows and doors early. She just waited for the next morning - or what the clocks would tell her to be the morning.
When it came, she woke from her coma-like state and peeked outside. It didn't rain anymore, and there was a rainbow in the horizon; it was almost midday. The artificial pony took a slip of paper and a quill, and wrote a simple letter;
"Father, gone looking for you. If you read this, don't worry. I'm safe and will return home after I have found you."
She read the letter and it looked fine to her. Then stepped out, closed the door, and put the key in a safe place, just as Father had taught her. She then walked off, dropping the letter into a post-box on her way out of town.
Clockwork looked around, her painted glass eyes mimicking the colors of the rainbow, and set on her journey.
