Roleplay Type: FFA Name: Mr. Re or Cellar Re Sex: Male Age: Younger Stallion Species: Earth pony Eye colour: Teal Gray Coat: Chalky white, regardless of lighting Mane/Tail: His mane was short, brushed downward with spikes hovering over his eyebrows; his tail shared a similar coarseness but was quite longer in comparison. There was a difference between his coat and his mane and tail, his mail/tail had slight yellow hue. A strange colour, vague as if an artist dripped yellow into a bowl of white and mixed to get a result. Physique: He has a taller, much skinner build regarding his earth pony brethren. Residence: His local business was his residence like many of the citizens in Equestria. However, unlike many, his house lacked a fourth wall. It was a roof room for insulation, the of the estate was served as lodging for the guests. It was a cold room with warm sheets. He put many details to make his room simple, only four of five elements stood out in this abode. Inside there were the following: a desk, a bed, a lampshade and a door each in their respective corner. The bed and desk faced each other and sat along where ceiling met the floor; The opposite side held the door and lamp. The last detail that many wouldn't have noticed until hinted toward was a rock, adorned in the center of his roof. It meant to him that he could not understand the full inter workings of society and its rapid erratic change, that new was old because new is nonexistent just because of the combined variations in trends and fashion, that ponies were made from society and their history which he could never have a chance to fully research nor interpret. But to many, his simple answer to this obscure object was “I live under a rock.” Occupation: He works at The “Tavern Of Mr. Re's” in Fillydephia . Cutie Mark: Cellar Re was a surprisingly astute apprentice to the many mentors that had the experience to teach him. He was always slow and lazy when attending to the work assigned to him, but he soaked up every lesson. For every teacher, there was a test at the end, which he passed with an above average grade every time. Soon he knew many things: how to cook, clean, grow crops and write novels, yet all of these talents did not earn him his cutie mark. It got repetitive, each month and each teacher would say “ He would be a good... {interchangable}... But not a great one”. It was frustrating for the young colt to burdened by these many things. Soon, he became faded to the world and to life itself. As his parents were, he were; both were obsessed to find him a cutie mark. Whilst his mother and father exhausted the physical approach, he worn out his mental abode. He gave up one day,but that was the day he got his cutie mark... The boredom numbed all limbs in Cellar's body. The fog covered the sun and made a gloomy moon over his day, the bed and blanked seemed to bind him in place. Transferring mentors was a difficult time for him, his parent, however, enjoyed spending time together finding him a mentor. And the colt's dead stare moved to the window and back to his flank. An empty full mind. It was the worst day ever. The day was a never ending sigh, as it continued it felt harder and harder to breathe out with seconds slowing, life itself gasping out through his strained lungs. This was the case until there was no air left, then he took another breath. A whole day past and night had followed with a new breath under his chest, he used the air for ins and outs. The mind needs to be clear, too many roam around inside here. Still eyes closed, he did not notice. For an hour he meditated, though this was his first attempt. His last deep breath gave the colt peace in mind and an general idea of a cutie mark. What ever it is, I'll have to repeat it over and over again. Simple, that's it. Focus... Focus... Focus These were his last thought before going into a deep trance, void of any activity, a purge from an active life. He knew meditation was the most repetitive thing he could do but it did cleared his mind. Little did know that it had earn him his cutie mark. This is what his cutie mark looks like. Day to day, it changes meaning to him based on his mood and or stature. Sometimes he thinks he's the pin that holds the universe together, or maybe the universe itself, other times he is just a point in an endless cycle of life, or a pony doomed to a tedious eternity. History: Cellar Re was what this Mr. Re used to be. He was born of a pun made from his parents, the Unicorn Cereb Concise and the Pegasus Dude Meister. A competitive duo, always trying to best each other either in brain or brawn. Funny, even in the excruciating pain of foal conception, they placed their wagers against each another;a Pegasus for Meister and an Unicorn for Concise, 100 bits from the loser. In the strange case of pony genetics (and to the irony to both parents), he became neither of the two, instead he became the fourth race... an earth pony. They were disgruntled on the outcome of their bet, but having both lost( they were good sports for the matter), they gave their bits to the new bornly victor, Cellar Re, their son. And that's how he earned his first 200 bits in ten seconds flat of his birth. Though he could not fly nor use magic, he shared the same intuition and speed as his lineages proceeds. Meister was fast, so was he; Concise was smart, and so was he. Yet, this colt had also adapted the bad qualities of them, being uptight and thinking rash countered the opened mindedness and intelligence he had. His hometown was in the cool foggy city of Stalliongrad. It was here where he grew up and here where he got his cutie mark. But the years preface that had been hard on him, much had needed change within him. He was quiet, so quiet were the days of his youth; no pony in his class would talk to him... much less go near him. An isolation due to a rumor of a disease that only applied to him, Look germs. It was disease without symptoms nor impediments. The thing became just a title, a notoriety among his peers for being weird and obnoxious. Having this devolved him from his social counterparts. It gave him a severe insecurity on what others think about him. Despite these disadvantages, he maintained a higher intelligence, a characteristic that alienated his peers, than the other ponies in class. Consequently to both reasons: social stigma and unique intelligence, his parents adopted home-schooling... He got his cutie mark. It wasn't as life changing as he thought. Though the colt had his cutie mark, the destiny behind him obscured him. Swirls and swirls, round and round, it was simple now. All he need to do was find a occupation that utilized repetitiveness. He thought and laughed. All cutie marks were of some sort of repetition: He could be what ever he wanted, though it would take some practice. He thought again then smiled. The colt knew exactly his occupation would be, an owner of a tavern. Character Summary: Mr. Re is simple in his complexity. He shares multiple qualities between a young colt and a old wisemare. He is apathetic at times but tries to tend to that as much as possible. Full of wisdom as well as recklessness, he can make dumb decisions on purpose because it is his way. His life , however, is full of repetitive factors, and he will do anything to change that. Re loves attention, yet is insecure about judgment, often over-thinking encounters, leading him into a inward spiral of isolation sometimes, though it's always resolved. The colt is content of being in-content, he likes being happy with way thing are and how everything can contradict itself for that matter. He is well adept at peeking into problems of other ponies, a very snoopy pony indeed. The colt is very open pony and will always answer questions to the best of his abilities; he has no secrets as long as you ask the proper questions. Due to his age, he is very naive and spiteful, trusting and looking for revenge. He has a lack of common sense and also has a tendency of energy spikes. In summary, he is a very happy contradictive pony.
