Blown Speaker

Blown Speaker

Gender: Male

Species: Unicorn

Mane: Red and Black 

Tail: Dark yellow, Dark green, Red and Black

Eyes: Greyish-Green

Body:   A dark purple, average looking figure wise

Cutie Mark: Speaker with eighth-sixteenth barred note and quarter note coming out of it.

Age (Baby,adult): Adult

Personality: Seems to be unwelcoming to ponies when they first meet him when really he just longs for friends, seems friendlier the more you know him. He also is very protective of his beliefs and friends, so much that if he sees some pony breaking his beliefs or hurting his friends, he will most likely resort to violence.

Likes: Dubstep, His job as a DJ, attending raves, going to concerts and Vodka

Dislikes: Country music, Westerns and anything having to do with the old west.

History: His parents divorced when he was a colt so he only remembers his mother, she was a kind soul who put all of her love and devotion to Blown Speaker. Without a job, her options were limited, until she was hired at a small shop in the ghetto of Manehattan. The job helped provide for her and her family, but one day she was shot by a unicorns magic, killing her. Blown was devastated, he fell into a spiralling depression for a while, in which he dyed his mane and parts of his tail red and black.

   The depression wasn't all that bad though because that is where Blown first started to make Dubstep. He used a old stereo system that was his mothers. While it was old, it still helped him makes his drops, which he based off of the happiness of his childhood and the pain of losing his mother. It was his way of escaping reality and into the beat of his music, a world in which he has control. This lead to Blown to discover is cutie mark. After living in Manehattan for 3 more years, in which Blown, which most ponies knew as DJ PART3, turned into a adult, he decided to move into Ponyville where he stays to this day.

Example RP segment: (Refer to post below) scenario #3
Blown walked into the tavern, quickly having to adjust from the cloudy outside to the bright interior. He walked to the pony at the counter and asked for some cider with a spike of vodka. The bartender went off as Blown Speaker took a look around him. The tavern was bustling with Mares and Colts all over the place, some with drinks, some without. The tables were made of a oak wood, probably hoof crafted at the carpentry shop across the street, topped off with flowing, red tablecloths. The bartender soon arrived with Blown's drink. Blown took the drink and said a simple thanks, in such a manner that it made it seem like he didn't want his company. That was Blown's problem, he seemed so cruel at first glance...
[Acceptance]