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  2. Rosehoof [Ready]

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    Thank you for your time Flutterscotch, it means a lot to me :) As for the accent marks, I typed this on my iPhone and autocorrect must have added those so I will go back and fix these things for you ^.^

    -Rainbolt

    Btw thanks for letting him have his Rosé magic :) (<--see it did it again)

  17. Rosehoof [Ready]

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    Roleplay Type:World of Equestria

    Name:Rosehoof

    Sex:Male

    Age:Adult Stallion

    Species:Unicorn

    Eye colour:An emerald green colour.

    Coat:RoseHoof's coat is a rose colour. A rich red mixed with a bit of pink. At the bottom of his feet are light white feathers (like Big Mac's almost) that show his brown hooves. He wears a simple black fedora on his head, with a small rose flower that peaks out of the top.

    Mane/Tail: Rosehoof's mane and tail are a mars black. His mane perks straight up, obviously styled, except for the few hairs that fall lazily over his face. As for his tail, his tail streaks up for a bit then falls in a choppy manner around his back hooves.

    Physique:He doesn't have a thick build, or skinny build, but an average size for a male adult.

    Residence:Manehatten

    Occupation:He works in a small flower-shop that specializes in roses. Despite the cheeriness of flowers the shop the lights cast a dim glow on the shops when one enters. The room is full of antiques and wood-work along with the flowers, and roses lie everywhere. The shop however, is reputable and does fair business.

    Cutie Mark:A small budding rose with a black stem that curls downward on his flank. Rosehoof got his cutie mark on a winter night. He was wandering through the streets and noticed a sad mare sitting alone. After walking over and asking if she was alright, he learned she was sad because she hadn't anyone to spend the holidays with. He was able to produce his first spell and produced a rose to give her, cheering her up. Soon after a rose appeared on his flank.

    History:Foul Years:

    A young foal sat in the back of the classroom shyly. His black hair falling lazily over green eyes which were pointed at the bright carpet. A little hoof played absentmindedly with a loose thread sticking out. No one gave him a glance, no one ever did. Though it didn't bother Rosehoof, or as he preferred to be called "Rosen Hoof." Rosehoof was such a girl's name. The teacher pranced back and forth at the front of the room. Her horn pointing which way and that was she levitated and zoomed objects around the room, teaching eager-eyed fillies the art of magic. When she gave the notice that they could practice too, excited squeals filled the room, and books, blocks, and figures started to whoosh my Rosehoof. One block in particular hit Rosehoof in the nose. "Hey watch where you are aiming." He whined and rubbed the placed where he was hit.

    "Oh look it's Rosie Hooves, why don't you show us your skills twinkle horn?" One of the students snorted with laughter. Rosshoof wished he could shrink away! He sucked in a gust of air and aimed his horn at the mean filly. Nothing happened. Not a light, not a sound, pop, shine?! Anything?! The class burst out laughing. Tears sparkled at the corners of Rosehoof's eyes. Why couldn't he practice magic? Every other foul could except him could by this age?! He galloped out of the classroom angrily, the teacher trying to gain control of the herd again. Rosehoof galloped home. He didn't want have to return to school, only to be confronted by his class and teacher. He was such a useless unicorn. What unicorn couldn't produce magic?!

    When Rosehoof's parents came home that day and saw that Rosehoof was upset they asked him gently what was wrong. Both of Rosehoof's parents were the town florists. They choose Rosehoof's name because of the colour of his coat. "Look at me mum, dad? I'm a unicorn with no power, no cutie mark, nothing. I can't even keep a flower alive like you two." He buried his head in his hooves desperately. He will never forget that day his father reached down and brushed his hair from his eyes. "Son, watch and see. That horn of yours is going to be used for sonethin' special. Just be patient and wait." Gently, he reached onto the hat rack near by and picked up a black fedora with a rose stuck in the side like a feather. He placed it gently on Rosehoof's head. "This is my hat when I was a colt Rosehoof. Use it for good luck, and you'll find your place." Rosehoof looked up and grinned at his father, the hat too big for him at the moment, and it fell lopsided on his face. He knew then he couldn't let the others get the better of him, he had to keep trying.

    Colt Years:

    As he grew from foul to colt, his personality started to become stronger and stronger. He became quite the flirt... quite the flirt. He promised himself to never let anyone get the better of him. He became a bit wild, and a trouble maker. Though what can you expect from a colt who was so lonely. While others started to discover their cutie marks and magic, Rosehoof had a silent horn and blank flank. He would run around like a fool, while others started to mature, he got his mane styled, a pretty little mohawk and choppy tail.

    This went on for quite a long time. Though one day everything would change for Rosehoof. He was clopping down the street on one winter evening. The sky was covered by a blanket of gray, and flakes started to fall from the sky. Street lamps lit off an orange and yellow glow. He was humming to himself a merry little holiday tune when he noticed that a young mare was sitting alone. Ever so casually he scooted up to her. His tail flicked nervously and he felt quite awkward, but he still managed to spit out. "Why hello young lady, what seems to e the bother. It's almost the holidays!" The mare looked up startled by the stranger. "Don't be afford now, I just was wonderin'. You looked a bit lost over here." His bright green eyes sparkled. "Thank you for your consideration young colt, it is very nice of you to think of me." She said sweetly and made room for Rosehoof to sit down. "Is there anything I can do to cheer such a pretty little face up?" He asked, staring at her face with naive eyes. She shook her head. "You see- my family can't come spend the holidays with me. I'm alone here-" Her voice started to shake again. Rosehoof wanted some way to cheer her up, the desperation filling him, and overwhelming him. Suddenly in a bright red flash, he felt his horn tingle and there in front of him was a bright, red, rose. It's petals wound against each other, speckled with a light flower dust. It's stem a green with pointed thorns shinning in the little light. "Is that for me?" She asked, picking up the flower carefully. "It's beautiful, I've never seen magic like that before!" At first, Rose Hoof was too startled to say anything at all. Had he just produced magic? The mare stood up, and tucked the rosé in her mane, the thorns holding it in place. "Thank you Rosehoof, it means so much to me that a stranger like you would be so kind to me. I have to go now, but I don't feel so alone now." That was the last he ever saw of the young mare. Though he could produce magic, and magic that helped people! Suddenly, as he stood in the snow under the heated lamps another surprise happened. Something was forming on his pelt, his head swung around and Rosehoof's eyes glittered with joy as a Rose took a form on his flank, complete with a twirling stem and twisting leaves. Rosé let out a neigh of happiness, bucking the air and twisting his flank around. He raced home, hair flapping behind him in the wind, his eyes full of determination. He kicked the door open, and found himself facing two surprised parents. "Look!" He cried, turning around and showing them them the cutie mark. Praise followed shortly and when he tried to use magic again that very day, he found he could. It seemed everything was right where it was suppose to be.

    Stallion Years:

    Eventually he stepped from colt into the stallion world and the thoughts of "I want to do something with my life." crossed his mind. It seemed that everyday he walked outside their was something missing to Rosehoof. It seemed to him that everywhere he looked he saw sad ponies, ones that were hurt or in distress. He wanted to let them know that they cared, he wanted to cheer them up. Most of all, he wanted to always be there for them. That's when he had a brilliant plan, and it was no surprise to anyone when Rosehoof decided to open his own Rosary and Florist Shop. The store is located in Manehatten, and is a two floor shop, the top being his home. Old enough to run the store, and support from his own parents allowed Rosé Hoof to finally leave a mark in the world. The shop is different though when you first walk inside the lights are considerably dim, and roses are everywhere. Vines crawl over the walls, and racks of flowers line the greek-style walls. Rosehoof is quite satisfied running the shop, but he sometimes wish he could travel and explore the lands more.

    Character Summary:

    ~While he is only average at magic, he has a unique ability to produce flowers from magic, or rather roses for others. He also adores singing and is often found belting out a tune. He enjoys running his flower-shop and is quite sociable to other ponies.

    ~The great thing about Rosehoof is that he is very simpleminded. It doesn't take much to make Rosehoof smile. He has dreams of traveling all of ponyville with his flowers, but doesn't have the money or resources to do so. He spends time daydreaming about it though, but is at peace working with his roses and customers.

    Likes: Flowers/Roses, His father's fedora, His music sheets, his flower-shop, the company of others when they talk to him, peace and quiet, coffee.

    Dislikes: Ignorant/loud folks- though he will be kind and polite to them, the bullies from his school- he has never forgotten them, show-offs-he can't stand boasters and those who try to show more than they are.

    Overall personality wise: Rosehoof is a bit rough around the edges, he likes to party and be a bit wild when he can, but he has a gentle way of doing it. It's as if his flowers have given him a quiet side. He can be quite the flirt around the ladies, which can give a slightly bad impression. Though he means well. After the bullies in his Foul School, he doesn't want to end up like them, so he aims to be as nice as he can to everypony he meets. He always tries to help those who seem less than him, or those who are in distress or need help. Even if he can't solve the problem. He's always ready to talk and when he is not working, he loves to adventure and see where he can stick his nose in. Sometimes he sticks his nose in places where he shouldn't, though when that happens he always tries to take some responsibility! He has dreams of traveling with his flowers, and he is always ready to sing a tune for another pony :)

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