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All clear. The place was fine, and Silversword had some time to kill. She probably would be busy throughout the race, so she might as well go get something to eat to last her till then. After clearing it with the others, she trotted off towards the restaurants, the bits she had jingling in her saddlebag. Where to eat? she thought to herself, looking around, ears back as she was so unaccustomed to the place, the sounds, the smells.. She ended up just walking to the first restaurant she found, which smelled oddly like the sea. That, in itself was a reassuring thing. Silversword loved the sea! Or, well, anything to do with water and swimming. Waiting for someone to approach her and take her orders, she began to wander the shop, intrigued.

No... NO

Silverswords' eyes widened a bit. Her? Nice? This colt must be confused. She was not a nice pony, she was socially awkward and unapproachable. Wasn't she? "Never been there," she said, nearing the lakes. "Silversword," she replied simply, mulling over his words. She was also quite curious as to why a pony from the Solstice Heights, wherever that was, would leave. Had he been called to go somewhere? Had he gotten lost?

"It's nothing," she said, dismissing the notion. It wasn't as if she had slayed a beast that had been tormenting his town. No, she was merely helping. "Where do you come from, anyway?" she asked shortly, finally managing to slip out of the market district and onto the path to the lakes. Looking back at him, she half-smiled. "Please. Do not think I am rude. Simply.. unused to company," she murmured, attempting not to sound terribly awkward.

EVEN IF IT KILLS ME

Trying my hand hoof at a new pony c: Still figuring it out, subject to change. I hope this isn't terrible, I don't know much about models, etc. I wanted to try something different. Name: Lightshow/Haute Couture Sex: Female Age: Young mare Species: Earth Pony Pelt color: Creamy, slightly off-white. Mane/Tail/Markings/Color & Style: Her mane is a pale, pale green. It's straight and to the right, going a bit past her chest. Her tail is neat, but free at the same time. It holds its' form without a ponytail holder, and is flowing and wavy. It reaches halfway down her back leg. As Haute Couture, it is often styled into a bun. Eye color: Pale purple. Cutie Mark: A burst of light. Physique: Slim, with dainty features. Some say she looks as if she doesn't eat very much. Origin: Trottingham Roleplay type: Mane Occupation: Model pony. Motivation: To support her family, and make them happy. Likes: Music, acting, (anything to do with the arts, really), rainy days, days off, short photoshoots, libraries, reading, privacy. Dislikes: Anypony that recognizes her, lack of privacy, inability to fly or do magic, etc. Character summary: The famous model Haute Couture had been born into a life of simplicity, called "Lightshow" by her parents for her big, bright eyes, and the joy she brought to their lives. Her parents had conceived two colts before her, but had always dreamed of a filly. When she finally arrived, they were ecstatic. -They gave her all the love and care a little filly could have, but as she matured into a filly, they began to demand a lot from her. -They pushed her into fashion, when her interests were in taking care of plants and acting, instead. -She was entered in pageants, when she really would have rather stayed at home with her big brothers, going around town with them, reading, or taking care of the plants. The filly, Lightshow, disliked pageants and competing, until she saw that it gave her parents purpose, and made them happy. Once she took that into account, she took the pageants in stride; considering modeling to be another form of 'acting', which was one of her favorite things to do anyway. At least it made it bearable. After many, many unfruitful pageants, she finally won one. Her parents were very happy; And she gained her cutie mark, after they told her, "You made us proud." She realized that making her parents happy made her happy in turn, and as designers and photographers began to take interest in her, she slowly began gaining fame. It wasn't as if she were good at modeling, but after much practice and encouragement from her parents, who had always wanted a successful "showpony", Lightshow began to get better, her clumsy movements becoming elegant, tripping less often on the outfits she modeled, becoming graceful after she realized that the ponies of her community and school had scorned her authenticity as a model mare. She hid this, though, until she was older, as she had a plan for her new grace. When she had finally finished her studies, she left her home to pursue her job, which she now actually liked. It was fun. The exotic ponies, the soft fabrics, the travelling.. it wasn't a bad job at all. Best of all, the job made enough bits for her to keep her family comfortable and happy. However, she did not leave Trottingham as the mare Lightshow. No, she needed a new start. Something fresh. Something that would allow her to be the friendly, plant-loving pony she was, AND the silky-smooth one she'd learned to be. And so, she made herself into new pony, called "Haute Couture." As she had adopted a classy, edgy name, she used her newfound grace when modeling, making her new "ponysona" very different from her regular self, Lightshow, unrecognizable, except to her family, and to those who had known her for a long time.. To be able to keep up with appearances, to protect her job as a model, she took on a job as Lightshow, using her modeling money to start up a nursery (for plants, not foals!). When she's tending the plants, she is dressed simply, without make-up, under the guise of a simple gardener. Her "hobby-turned-side-job" gives her just as much joy as modeling, and she tries to spend as much time taking care of the plants as possible. When traveling for her job, she has Pegasi acquaintences that use clouds to water the plants, and Earth ponies that prune and weed the nursery. Additional notes: -Lightshow uses a fake cutie-mark (via make-up) when she is Haute Couture. It is a spotlight with light beaming down. -Her mane is worn in very different ways when modeling. It is usually straight and pushed to the right side, but sometimes worn in a simple bun when on the run. -She travels often, but makes time for her best, and rather, only friend (so far), Firecracker. She does see quite a lot of Firecracker, as she had been hired as a special effects pony for the shows. - Various ponies (usually mares) tend to think that she is rather dim, as a model, but Lightshow, as Haute Couture, does her best to prove them wrong. -She loves parties. -Lightshow isn't anti-social, she just hasn't really had opportunities to make friends yet. - Lightshow doesn't get mad very often, unless somepony offends or hurts her best friend, the mare named Flare. (DAMMIT IT RHYMES.) -In her spare time, she enjoys taking care of plants, whether they are her own, wild, or just some other ponies' plants. She also likes to read. (Especially about plants! Derp.) While not very strong, she will roughhouse with her brothers when she's in town and able to see them, a habit from her days as a filly, trying to prove herself as the strongest of the three. (Which doesn't happen. She loses all the time!) -She doesn't eat very often, due to the time constraints of work and fickle designers. As Lightshow will not eat a rushed meal, she'd rather wait half a day to eat a big meal slowly, then eat meals "on-the-go". -Her favorite outfits are nature based. Especially anything with orchids.

Why don't we just take the ring and..

"I don't mind," she said simply, unsure of how to reassure him that it was really quite all right. Perhaps, they could discuss literature. She looked around at the crowd, deciding it would be best to head to the lakes first. She could help him figure out his path from there, without the hustle and bustle of the crowd, or jostling. Trotting away from the crowd in the direction of the lakes, and looked back at him. "Will you follow? I'm headed to the lakes," she queried, digging her hoof at the ground anxiously. This colt had to follow! He couldn't wander around by himself, it was a sure-fire way to make something bad happen.

I was discussing this with Noah (Bronies 4 life), and we decided to call her Lightshow/ Haute Couture (or Cutting Edge). :3 Fashion Trend is a cute name too, as are the others, but I think Haute Couture is a good "stage name" for her, as she's one of those high-edge models~ Now to write up her info Thanks everyone, once again c:

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Are.. Are you a wizard? AND WYSTERIA I SEE YOU LURKING, IT SAYS IT RIGHT THERE.

I am uncouth. I love being uncouth. SO SHUT UP CHARLIE SHEEN you're not the boss of me! ;-;

MY BEAUTIFUL PALACE HOW.. HOW COULD YOU

Silversword shook her head. "Just take the gift," she said, nodding encouragement. When he asked where she was going, she sat, her long legs giving her the advantage of seeing well despite sitting by a crowd. "Not sure. Was going to go swim, but I think you should get some more help from me," she said, smiling slightly. "Where are you off to, anyway? You don't seem used to this place." Watching him, she noted that he was really quite shy, but seemed like a clever, but lost pony. She'd help him, if he needed it.

*digs hole, sits in hole* MINE.

That's right! You shall! You must!

Silverswords' wings shuffled, and she nodded. "Don't worry." she said, her face slightly concerned and serious. These ponies needed to learn to help others, like this colt! Without a word, she reached into her saddlebags and handed him her apples. "Here. Just try to focus when surrounded by crowds," she said, looking around. "Anything else?" she asked, attempting to be even more helpful.

Ooh.. I like them! I kinda want her to have an "icognito" name, for when she goes out in public and doesn't wish to be recognized. I like Haute Couture a lot, and those are some clever names, really! All of them are~

Ooh.. I like them! I'll consider her design a bit more, since I have her personality down. And then I'll see Thanks, you guys c:

I SAID STAY OUT! D:

*cough cough* read title. Does anyone have any ideas on what I could name a model mare? XD

*grabs broom and sweeps Wysteria out* NAH, SON. NAH.

Puma: Excuse me. I WON.