BEHOLD WHAT HAS MADNESS WROUGHT (also sleep deprivation and probably more than my fair share of sugar and caffeine) (Thanks to lonewolfkait!) (This piece was done by Mio!) Name: Dixie Gender: Female Age: Young mare (errr did i do that one right?) Species: Earth pony Pelt Colour: Light grey Mane/Tail Colour & Style: Chestnut; split French-braided mane and straightened tail in a snood Eye Colour: Hazel Cutie Mark: Three cotton blossoms Physique: Smallish and really quite girlish (fillish? fillyesque? ohhh this is too difficult :c) Residence: Trottingham Occupation: Leech (I know what the guide says, but Dixie is supported at a distance by her family--more specifically her father; more in the summary) Motivation: Dixie fancies herself the facilitator of peace and positive change in the world, and is determined to become a teacher and inspiration to young foals, if she can ever get out of the clutches of her family (who would be pleased if they didn't have to support her any longer, though not by the means she would prefer, if you catch my meaning). Woe betide any that would think her simple for being optimistic, however: beneath all that fluff lie some nasty bristles. Character Summary: (I've no idea where I got this mood from, but please bear with my verbosity; I'm afraid all the parenthetical asides will never go away, however) Dixie was born to a tobacco farmer (yes yes, I hear the objections already, but mind you I think it's charming) who owned a vast plantation and was possessed already of an extensive family. With her youngest sister already having received her cutie mark (due to an unfortunate lapse while her mother was laid up with some infirmity), Dixie was the only one out of what felt sometimes like a crowd without her cutie mark for some time. Some years passed, and though they weren't significant in the long run, felt like ages to the foal. But then, one day at the schoolhouse, during a much-unladylike confrontation between two of her friends, Dixie, who had normally been one to prefer peace and quiet, broke into the commotion like a pickaxe to a mine's wall, scolding her companions for being so callous to one another, shocking the (now rather sheepish) foals into silence, and when they finally decided to put away their differences and compromise (under the watchful glare of Dixie) lo! there was her cutie mark, although she never discovered it until hours later when the memory had moved beyond the embarrassing to the wildly amusing, although all three had entirely forgotten about what it was that the point of contention was (or imagined to be, as is often the case far too often). When at length Dixie returned home to her father's plantation, she was met with celebration when her mother, and then her father, saw that she had found her vocation. Both beamed with pride, and, though Dixie was reluctant to admit it, she valued her father's praise higher than that of her mother's, if only because it was so laborious to extract. Of course, her father completely misinterpreted the mark, and decided with an ironclad mind that it was obviously her destiny to grow cotton--which meant marrying to the Farcey family, being at that time the most successful growers of cotton in all of Alabamare, and more specifically, she would later discover, to the insufferable Ditzwilliam of that name. Time passed, plans were hatched, counter-plans hatched in turn, and one day, when she decided she could take no more of the touch-and-go game the two families were playing, nor especially of the odious Ditzwilliam himself, Dixie declared her intent to move to Trottingham to attend the prestigious finishing school there. Initially opposed, both matron and patron did not have any real reason to object, and eventually thought it a wise choice of their daughter--indeed, her mother had been thinking of something like it for a while, and had pestered her father enough that he no longer wished to hear the arguments in favour of it. If they ever found out she had no intention whatsoever of going anywhere near the finishing school and instead would be studying at the university to become a teacher, she mused on the carriage ride with her zebra maidservant, Bonnie, they would both very likely be struck dead with shock. P.S. I hope having Bonnie along is all right. :3? I want to make sure before I do all that again for her. P.P.S. Please don't think I'm racist or making fun of Southerners. :< edit 20110624: Added image. Edited for clarity.
