Roleplay Type: World of Equestria RP Name:Earth Writer Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Unicorn Eye Color: Teal Coat Color: Tan, though his muzzle area is a dark brown that looks black from a distance. Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: His mane and tail have the same color as his face "mask," a dark brown that appears black. He wears his mane medium-length, brushed to either side to keep it out of his eyes. He doesn't really do anything special with his tail. Common Clothing: He dresses in a somewhat Bohemian fashion, in a powder-blue colored dinner jacket, bright orange tie, and felt brown hat, sometimes with his press card stuck in the band. Physique: He's rather lanky; while not taller than the average unicorn, he's quite a skinny fellow, with most of his height coming from his legs. Cutie Mark: A globe and a quill pen. Origin/Residence: He grew up around Ponyville, and his family lives there still. Currently, he's staying in one of the "New Town" areas of Canterlot, in a small block of flats not far from the University and bordering the Artist Quarter. Occupation: Journalist. While a geographer by training, his writing skills, and his way of making a location come alive through investigation and description have served him very well in this trade. Motivation: To see the world, and eventually move on to being totally self-employed as an author, writing books as opposed to articles. Likes: Seeing how things interconnect, traveling, listening to good stories, good books Dislikes: Loud noises and loud crowds, days where nothing seems interesting, maps that are not well put together, stress Weaknesses: If he feels overwhelmed, he tends to lash out at inanimate objects, usually hurting himself more than the target of his wrath. His developing connections with the Bohemian sector of Canterlot society hasn't done much for his fashion sense nor for his reputation among the upper echelons of the city. While he tries to be fair in his articles, sometimes he just can't keep his own views out of the columns, and there are a few times when he's signed his name to a thing he had little enough right to be proud of. Character Summary: Foalhood: Earth Writer was born to a Unicorn father from the northern Manehattan area and an Earth Pony mother from the southern reaches of Equestria. They'd met and married on vacation in the West, but moved to Ponyville soon after Earth Writer was born. A little while afterward, Writer got a little sister, Heart Song, with whom he developed a rather close bond. He wasn't a particularly talkative or outgoing pony at first; he spent much of his time alone reading, and when he was with other ponies, he was content merely to listen to the conversation around him. He had a decent memory, which meant that whenever he did speak, he could draw upon a decently wide store of knowledge. This had its benefits as well as drawbacks, giving him a reputation for intelligence, but also making him seem like a know-it-all. Cutie Mark Story: Being interested in many subjects, however, meant that he was fairly late in discovering where his special talents lay. It wasn't until the schoolteacher brought in a special guest from the Royal Equestrian Geographic Society to show off his work to the class that the young colt realized what he wanted to study. The REGS member showed off his research as to how the soils of various places, and thus their principle crops, influenced pretty much everything in how towns and cities in Equestria developed. Seeing such a disparate body of knowledge come together 'clicked' with the young unicorn, and he was as awestruck as if he'd just watched Fetlock Hooves solve a case right in front of him! Once he realized that there was a way to synthesize, contextualize, and present disparate elements of information like this, his cutie mark appeared, setting him on the path of the Geographer. Or, so he thought... Later Life: After finding his special talent, he started to delve deeper into it, seeking out more specialized schooling. His starting ambition was to enter the Royal Equestrian Geographic Society, since it had been so influential in helping him get his mark. The best schools in the subject were, naturally in or near Canterlot. He waited until his sister was able to come on the journey with him to the city, and went up together with her. Afterward, they settled into their own circles in their own schools, seeing each other occasionally. Earth Writer loved living in Canterlot. There was something about the place that drew him out, not so much socially, though he did involve himself in more groups while in school. City life had just more scope for widening his interests, and he developed a deeper appreciation for music, poetry, and art than he thought himself capable. He also honed his own craft of writing, first in an academic environment, but later discovering that he was more excited when he could present things to the general public. This, combined with the difficulty in securing a living in pure research, led him into the career of journalism. The head editor of the Canterlot Daily Chronicle was looking for a columnist and traveling reporter, and Earth Writer took him up on the job, always having an interest in seeing the world. After a few years on the job, he has seen many wonderful things indeed, and found himself in some strange and even exciting situations. It wasn't the ambition he'd first chose for himself, but he is certainly quite happy with how things have turned out.
Earth Writer had begun to despair of this day ever being productive, after the thrid time he'd strained his eyes to catch all the print on Equestria Daily's classifieds section. Most ponies who put out ads in the section were the upper-middle or lower-upper classes that were looking for clerks or laborers, and the tan unicorn didn't think of himself as either. *I am a geographer, a scholar, a writer. There has got to be somepony looking for at least one out of three.* Maybe there was, but they didn't put their ads out in this paper. Sighing, Earth Writer pulled back the hoof that had supported the paper on the table, letting it flop down as he rested his head on his forehoof. With a little telekinesis, he pulled the now-lukewarm cup of tea he'd bought and drained it, grimacing a bit at the bitter tase. He always let the leaves steep too long; not that they were of that good a quality. Pony Joe's this wasn't, but the little street cafe sold a hot beverage and small pastry for half a bit, and let you read a newspaper for free, catering to both the workers and the job-seekers in this neighborhood in the capital's New town district. "Well," he muttered, brushing some stray hairs from his mane with a hoof, "This isn't getting me anywhere. Seems I've got to go out and look for appropriate work." Tossing the cup away and refolding the paper, he stepped out into the street, initially unsure of where to start looking, before deciding to head towards Old town, where you could find most ponies this time of day. "Got to meet ponies, that's what my professor said. Better than hanging around alone, anyhow." After announcing his intentions to an audience of none, he set off.
