Thespian

Thespian

Gender: Female
Species: Earth Pony
Mane: Well-kempt, curled, dirty blonde.
Tail: Same as mane.
Eyes: Bright blue
Body: Tall, slim, elegant. Pale pink.
Cutie Mark: Drama masks
Age: Young adult (22 in human years)
Personality: Thespian is very showy and melodramatic. She enjoys weary jewelry (which is usually gaudy) and dresses, and very much pays attention to her looks. Thespian is flirtatious and enjoys gossiping, insulting people behind their backs. She is sentimental and is easily attached to objects, but isn't too good with commitment. She's witty, determined and has near perfect memory, however, making her a good actress. Relies heavily on other people, however is very motherly.
Likes: Acting, theater, dresses, art, sweets, jewelry, classy stallions.
Dislikes: Rain, cold weather, mud, being alone, being insulted, losing money, wearing cheap clothing.
History: Thespian was the middle child in a family of five. She had an older brother, who moved out in his late teens to pursue a musical career, and a younger sister, who remained in Canterlot with her. As her name implies, she is an actress, and a talented one, at that. She had her struggles in her earlier years, but her family had relative wealth, so she stayed afloat until her career took off. Thespian makes pretty good money working in the theater and lives in a house with her younger sister.

Example RP segment: Thespian walked through the street, en route to her favourite chocolate shop. A faint noise caught her attention - the crying of a child. She glanced around and noticed a small pink unicorn filly, her light, golden hair tied up in a darker pink bow. The foal sobbed, sitting next to a boutique. Thespian's ears drooped slightly and she approached.
"Little filly," she asked, raising an eyebrow. "where are your parents?"
"I- I don't know--" her small voice was choked off as she continued to weep.
Thespian's heart sank. Though she had no children of her own, her maternal warmth was surprisingly strong for a mare her age. She lowered herself so she was at eye-level of the filly.
"I'll help you find your mother." she said, but the child continued to cry.
The mare picked up the filly, placing her on her back. "Come, now. We'll find her. She can't have gone far!"
Acceptance

I would say you could easily expand on the history section, but everything here is acceptable.

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