Stormy Hugeheart[img]
Gender: Colt
Species: Earth pony
Mane: Red curly, slightly spiky hair
Tail: Short, thick and curly
Eyes:Hazel
Body: Slightly larger then a average pony(Main cast would be the example of average)
Cutie Mark: Storybook with a swirl on the cover and grail sitting in the eye of it.
Age Adult
Personality: Stormy is a tad strange, but staggering in how friendly he is. He always exploring and loves to learn about new things. He is incredibly good at telling stories and is a seeker at heart. He loves to help others in anyway he can. He is quite a good judge of character. He becomes friends with others upon the first meeting most times.
Likes: Talking, Dr,pony the soda, telling stories, asking questions, grinning, sleeping, telling jokes/hearing them, boardgames, card games, learning about things, reading a good book, likes the cold, water/swimming, laughing and exploring.
Dislikes: N/A
History: Stormy Hugeheart was born and raised in the train town of New Saddle. They had saying there that said, "All roads travel away from New Saddle." The town was originally a stage coach station called Griders. When the railroad arrived the name was changed to Junction, then once it was established became known as New Saddle. On the day they became a town the first postoffice was made. Thriving on it's export and imports, New Saddle is hub of modern and old Equestria. He would rest his head to the sound of trains putting him to bed each night. Train noises make him sleepy to this day.
This melting pot he lived in made him adapt to different sort of ponies and he learned the value of handling your problems with words. He grew up with mother that worked long hours to support him. Though his grandparents often would fill the gap by getting him reading books and toys. He gained his cutie mark when he was asked to tell story to his class. He hadn’t read a story to tell so he made it up on the spot. The class clapped and cheered at the delightful tale. They asked him what book he read it from. The moment he said he made it up, his cutie mark appeared.
He went to the college to study Equestrian history and sub major in magic lore. From there he took on the profession of a storyteller, which was his special talent. He was ofeed a chance to be hostory teacher, but he refused. In his youth he was idealist and always tried to play the good guy. He threw himself in to things he had nothing to do with and would show feats of kindess to other he hardly knew. Stormy was well known in his younth to be part of groups with grand goals and ideals. He often in those days traveled with pony only known as Gale. Stormy claims him to be his best friend. Very little is known of Gale and his past. He wasn't one to give up infmation on himself lightly. Stormy often says Gale was in he was in Equestrian military and many other groups as Stormy was.
Tragically Gale pasted away or so Stormy claims a while ago. His grave is unconfirmed. Stormy after a while was like a sword. He grew olders and duller, he started losing the spark that burned in him. He had done so much good and yet in the end there was still so much bad in the world. Stormy now travels about discovering more on history and finding magic items of vaule. He often donates or sells them to museums to fund himself traveling around. I short Stormy has become a colt without a goal or purpose with nothing to fill the gag in in his abnormal sized heart.
Example RP segment: It is pouring rain outside. Your OC spots the light of a tavern up ahead. The tavern is filled with ponies that your OC doesn't know. Given your OC’s personality, compose a brief narrative in which your OC identifies and addresses the situation.
Stormy wore a grin that shone white in the dark pouring rain as he saw the tavern. He had heard this was the spot in town if you wanted to forget your worries or gain them by the many means one does. He pulled open the door and without looking at a pony in the place walked to the counter where he set his hoof down on it as the bored, sad looking bartender stared at the bright orange colt. "My, why the long face?" Stormy's mouth closed to be pressed lips as he tries to fight a unconquerable laughter. "AAHAHAHAAHAHAHahahahhaa!" He pounded his hooves on the bar counter as he almost falls off. The bartender, seeing everything and likely has heard the joke before sets the glass in him of him before pouring him water, turning and leaving.
Stormy looked down at the it with a bit of a frown. "Perhaps being sound of mind tonight is a good idea." He sipped it, craving a soda now.