TinkerGender: Male
Species: Earth Pony
Mane: Yellow
Tail: Yellow
Eyes: Blue
Body: He's a bit smaller than average, but very fit. He tends to wear clothes that are practical, and have lots of pockets for him to carry tools in. He almost always has at least a hammer and a screwdriver on him.
Cutie Mark: Tinker's cutie mark is a Jack of Spades, with the Jack holding various tools. Something like this.
http://www.gurustump.com/images/vectors/jack_of_all_trades.phpAge: Adult, early 20s
Personality: Tinker's very laid back. He tends to believe that things will work out in the end, so long as you put some effort into them. He's by no means afraid of dirt, hard work, or adversity. But, at the same time, he's not one to get stressed out very easily.
Likes: Good Food, Good Friends, and Hard Work
Dislikes: Lazy or Rude Ponies
History: Tinker comes from a little settlement out West called Jonagold Junction that started off not much bigger than Appleoosa, one of the only Equestrian settlements that could be called close. Out there, there aren't too many ponies for specialized jobs, so a lot of times a lot of different jobs got lumped into one. For example, the barber was also the doctor and the dentist, the one shop in town sold just about everything a pony could ask for, and the handypony fixed EVERYTHING. When Tinker was little, he started helping the town handypony with jobs, at first just by holding a light, but eventually working with the tools himself. Soon, he was looking to move to a new town, so as not to step on his mentor's hooves. He's wandered from town to town for a while, making a living but never quite feeling at home like he did in Jonagold Junction.
Notable Possessions: Tinker has a cart that's more than a little road worn, and holds everything you would need to travel the world. Well, the bits that aren't covered in water, anyway. He also has hoof tools for doing most odd jobs, and a beat-up old six string guitar that he likes to play when it's just him, his camp fire, and the night sky above.
Example RP segment: (Refer to post below)
3. 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.
Tinker walks in shaking the rain out of his mane after having parked his covered cart and tied it off nearby. He smiles at the room before looking at the person who looked to be the tavern keeper and calling,
"Howdy! Y'all got room fer one more in here? It's a might chilly out there, not t' mention wet!"The tavern master nods and, noticing the guitar case on Tinker's back, asks,
"You any good with that guitar, son? If you're any good, I don't mind letting you sing for your supper. Recorded music's all well and good, but live music's always better."Tinker smiled and nodded,
"Sure. Ah'll give it a go. Ah'm no Octavia, but Ah do a bit of pickin' an' grinnin' every now an' then."With that, Tinker trotted up to the small stage that was currently only occupied by a stool and got set up. Once the tavern master stopped the record player he'd had going, Tinker started to play. It wasn't any particular song, not quite yet, but he was just having a little fun at first, show the crowd how he played. He wasn't great, and no one would be moved to tears or anything so grandiose... but he was having some good, honest fun playing up there, and the crowd seemed to be enjoying it, too. Once they seemed to have warmed up a bit, he called,
"Howdy, y'all! Th' name's Tinker. Ah do a bit o' this, an' a bit o' that, an' tonight Ah'm playin' music fer you fine folks! Y'all got anythin' in particular y'all wanna hear, jus' holler, an' Ah'll do mah best. Anywho, here's a little diddy from mah neck 'a th' woods, Sweet Home Appleoosa! If'n any o' y'all know the words, feel free to sing along!"A few hours later, most of the crowd headed home, happy and full of tavern food and cider. The tavern master grinned and put a plate of the house special, as well as a mug of cider up on the bar and said,
"Here you go, kid, you earned it. You stayin' the night? I don't have anything lined up for tomorrow night, and I wouldn't mind having you on stage again."Tinker shrugged and replied,
"Sure! Ain't got nowhere specific to be tomorrow. An' if'n you need anything done tomorrow before th' show, holler."