Role-play Type: WoE Name: Clock Chime Sex: Female Age: young mare Species: Unicorn Eye colour: red Coat: dusty orange Mane/Tail: Electric Blue with royal blue highlights {note: wild hair} Physique: healthy, thin build, but wiry. a little tall Residence: Cog's Machines and Repairs, Manehatten {notes: shop is located in the southern side of town, converted from an old ware house building. Is suited for multiple occupants but currently only houses her. The place was bought and converted years before her birth, by her grandfather.} Occupation: owner and main mechanic of Cog's machines and repairs Cutie Mark: Golden Skeleton Key with a Gear for a Handle {note:CC connected with subjects talent for machines} one faithful day, clockchime lay curled up in the loft above her grand fathers workshop, reading a semi-thick book. she flipped quickly through the pages as if desperate to consume all the knowledge locked inside. down stairs her grandfather tolled away at his latest contraption, making just enough noise to annoy the focused filly. she paused looking up and watch as he again tried cranking the machine, only to produce arcid smoke that quickly wafted up to her perch. "agk.. Chime stay here, I'm going down the street to get some more rivets" he called up to her, coughing and waving away the smog. clockchime stood and retreaded from the cloud of smoke. she took a quick look as her grandfather exited through the smaller door set into the twin bay doors. clockchime sighed and quickly came to a conclusion, as long as the machine was being troublesome she wouldn't be getting any reading done. she made the quick trot to the cast iron stairs that lead to the shop floor and began to descend. the smoke had mostly dissipated, by the time she approached the annoying machine. it was a big thing, constructed in a large brass housing, supported by clawed struts. A panel was open on one side, revealing the cogs gears and diodes that were its life source. Clockchime examined it closely, looking for any breaks in the patterns the gears formed. There! A misplace cog jamming the whole machine. She gripped it with hoof and with horn, her weak magic coming to light around it. She began to pull, the cog slowly came loose and gave with a final grunt of effort. Tossing it aside she, gripped onto the attached handle and began to crank. The machine began to hum with life, and began heating the top surface. Clockchime felt pleased with her achievement, "it's like a puzzle" she thought while watching the innards spin and whir. But, hold on something's not right, this design was to inefficient it isn't working well enough. Clockchime smiled and set to work. A while later cog returned with the rivets he had gone to fetch. The last thing he expected to find was his grand daughter neck deep in the heater he'd been making. "Clockchime what are you doing?" She pulled out of the machine after making a few last tweaks. Her coat was smudged with oil and her mane was tossed haphazardly, and she was smiling... Smiling a smile he hadn't seen there since her parents died. "Grandpa, Grandpa I made it work!" "Did you now? Well let's see what you've accomplished little one" He said with a chuckle, joyful to see her in such high spirits. Clockchime gave the crank a whirl, and the machine came to life with a satisfied growl. Intense heat could be felt, radiating from its upper surface. Cog gasped and stepped back, and Clockchime quickly followed suite. She looked around for something to stop the heat. Her gaze lit upon a short iron bar, she quickly chomped down onto it and toss it through the air, into the maw of the machine. It gave a strangled cough, and let loose a torrent of smoke before coming to a screeching halt. Cog was speech less, amazed at what he'd just seen. Not, only had she figured out what was wrong she was able to improve upon the existing design, amazing! He turned to his grand daughter, who was staring at the dead machine head hung low, looking as if she were about to cry. "Haha, Extraordinary!" He exclaimed slowly, approaching the burnt out machine. Clockchime was flummoxed. "But I-I broke it" She choked out between sobs "Yes, but what would have happened if you had left it, the whole place might have burned down" "That's my fault though, I made it go out of control." "True, but then you learned from it didn't you?" "Y-yes, use limiters to keep things from working to well" "Exactly, besides there's no fun in doing everything right" He comforted her, trotting over to her side and looking over at the still glowing carcass of the dead machine. Clockchime wiped away her tears and beat down her sadness, making up a resolve. She definitely wouldn't mess up again, she would become the greatest mechanic ever, and never have to worry about breaking or ruining anything ever again! Cog looked down as a slight sparkle flit in the corner his eye, he caught the last glow on her flank as a cutie mark appeared. The freshly branded flank was now emblazed with a golden key, with a gear for a handle. He gasped excited, and tapped her shoulder. She turned to see what had gotten him so worked up, and she saw it, there on her flank. "My Cutie Mark!" She exclaimed happily, almost jumping with joy at the site of it. "This calls for a celebration" He merrily told her. Perking up her ears she looked up at him hopefully. "Mrs.Canes sweet shop?" He gave her a wink and motioned to the back of the ware house where their living area was. "Maybe... But first you need a bath your all messy" And so Clockchime sprinted off to the bath, thinking greedily, as colts do, about the coming trip to the candy shop. History: [trying not to write another story] She was born and raised in Manehatten by her parents for a few years before they died in a mysterious acident, and was then taken in by her grandfather, Cog, who ran his own machine shop. She threw herself into her books, fiction, nonfiction, biographies she read them all with gusto. this period of reading gave her an aproxamite knowledge of all things. After getting her cutie mark she began focusing on mechanics learning many things and discovering many more. By the time she left school her grandfather fell ill, and died a few months later. Clockchime took over the shop and continues to run it to this day. (i know its cliche, sue me) Personality Summary: Her first impression is that of cold and distracted as if she doesn’t care, she'll never look you in the eye or read while you’re talking, though despite this she'll (mostly) always remember what you've said. She keeps her word as if it weren’t in question, and treats loyalty the same. She is easily annoyed if someone repeats themselves, or accuses her of something she didn't do. She tends to be given to certain temptations such as food or the chance to do something interesting. She tends to automatically expect others to follow her own standards of truth and loyalty so she may assign things to others and be flummoxed when they are not done. if you are to anger her, which is exceedingly difficult, watch out she'll easily forgive but not to calm down in a rage. She will stand and watch will tinkering most times but if she has a mind to she will take the lead.
