Name: Blossom Waterlily Sex: Female Age: Filly Species: Pegasus Pelt Color: White Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style:She has a Fluttershy mane and a Rainbow Dash tail. Mane & tail color is light grass green and light blue. Eye Color: Light blue Cutie Mark: A flower Physique: Fit, a bit tall, sleek body build (if that makes any sense) Origin: Cloudsdale Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Occupation: Animal-helper (just a passive job), Cloud-remover (for a living) Motivation: Have fun/Be happy, Help anypony or animal who needs help Likes: (optional) Dislikes: Cruel ponies/creatures, grumpy ponies/creatures Character Summary: Waterlily had always been interested in the ground because up from the sky it seemed like a whole new world for her, with a bunch of new, friendly, furry creatures. When her father broke several wingbones on both wings, however, they did not completely mend correctly, and he could only manage short flights to the lowest clouds. This caused Waterlily's family to have a permanent home on the ground - however, Waterlily, becoming more trustworthy each day as she gets older and older, is allowed to fly up to higher and higher clouds, although she likes the ground just as much as the sky. Her parents, who had always wanted her to live in the clouds, tried to force her to stop liking the ground, but when Waterlily finally had enough, her parents just gave up trying, but it had left a permanent mark on her - stubbornness. Waterlily has a interesting character. She is usually a peaceful, agreeable and friendly pony. When extremely insecure, she usually masks it with extreme "happiness", because she doesn't want anyone to know that she really needs help - she only wants to give help, and doesn't want to receive. She is also very determined. When a pony tries to stop her from doing something that she sees no reason to not do, she will become very stubborn and will almost never change her mind and not do the action. Waterlily has loved animals and nature for her whole life. Cutie Mark Story: Waterlily trotted along the familiar dirt path, humming happily to herself. All of the sudden, she heard a faint cry for help - the cry for help that was only cried when a creature was extremely desperate, confused, or lost. With no thought of her personal safety, she was galloping towards the cries, faster than she had ever galloped before. When she got there, she gasped. There, at the bottom of the largest oak tree Waterlily had ever seen, was a baby bird, crying desperately for its mother. Waterlily looked up. The oak tree stretched far above her head. Waterlily gulped. She had only just started flying a few weeks ago. Was she up to the task? I have to be, for this baby bird's sake. she told herself. She gently took the bird into her front hooves and started madly flapping her wings. Before she knew it, she was airborne, and gaining altitude quickly. She soon spotted the baby bird's nest, and as she gently placed the chick back in it's nest, she felt an odd sensation on her flank. Twisting her head around, she let out a little squeak of excitement. There, on her flank, was... her cutie mark. Waterlily:
