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Patch Au Pair "Hold still or I'm getting the Propofol!" Sex: Male Species: Pegasus Coat: Carolina Blue, which is essentially just a darker light blue. Mane: A mostly grey mass with some white strands sprouting from the scalp. The style it's worn in is usually a crooked cowlick to the right. If it's not styled, Patch is fine with just rocking a messy bed head. Eyes: Turquoise Complexion: Has a small developed squint and usually leaves his snout covered in a shaggy hardly kept goatee Cutie-Mark: "Star of Life" medical symbol Personality: There are two sides to patch, and it seems they are always dueling for dominance. The first are his less than savory characteristics, these include: his tendency to half ass mundane tasks, be rather blunt with others, take jabs at the insecurity of others (only in times of absurd crabbiness), and a generally crabby or even juvenile attitude. His other side is everything one would aspire to represent as a medical professional. He is caring, loyal, and dependable when its time to buckle down. Patch is a big believer in "tough love", meaning that his bed side manner isn't extremely tactful, but it is effective. Activity: Takes up medical professions, doesn't shy away from violence, can be running common errands like others Bonus Notes: Depending on the era or dimension of the current RP, Patch finds himself rather attracted to Nurse Redheart
Name: Rue Sex: Female Age: Filly Species: Unicorn Pelt Color: Periwinkle Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Wavy grape, with a bold lilac streak Eye Color: Blue Cutie Mark: A Rue Flower Physique: Soft Origin: Canterlot Roleplay Type: Main RP Occupation: Part-timer seeking work. Motivation: Surface: To have fun and be free. Srs Bsns: To seek redemption and to help others do the same. Dear Diary fodder: Her path to improvement as a friend includes learning to let other ponies in, sacrifice for the sake of friendship, "you can't tell a book by its cover," learning to accept help from others. Likes: She loves foals, outcasts, experiencing new things Dislikes: Snobs. Stiffs. Ponies who frontin'. Ponies who can't acknowledge their mistakes. Character Summary: The Hoofington Elementary Equinerer: Local Pony Profiles: Rue By News Flash Hello Everypony! This is your school reporter News Flash with this weeks Local Pony Profile! We're looking at Hoofington's mysterious newcomer: Rue! With rumors and speculation swirling here at Hoofington Elementary, we're digging up thez TRUTH and delivering it to YOUR FRONT DOOR! Rue, at first glance, is an intimidating figure. Small, but with a carefully cultivated "edge" maintainted to send a message: Dark eyeshadow, Red hoofpolish, and a carefully sloppy beheaded mane. When at peace, her movements are calm, her expressions detached, but when excited, I noticed she would become more animated in expression, and move with more deliberation. She has a disarming directness that sometimes borders on intrusive or rude, but I never felt that she was paticularly agressive without provocation. Interview below the fold. * * * News Flash: Rue, it looks like you attended the prestigious Hoofvard academy in Canterlot. Tell us about that. Rue: It sucked. NF: Ah. Well... Okay then. Reports say that you were admitted on an academic scholarship? You must have shown some aptitude then. Rue: Yeah. But to the other kids, it just meant I wasn't admitted by the usual means: money or contacts. NF: So you were an outsider? Rue: Yeah. I was too cool for those spoiled rich brats. NF: Huh, that's funny, because various accounts suggest otherwise. Your first grade teacher's meeting notes read "Rue seems eager, but unable to form friendships with her peers." Rue: Hey! How did you get a hold of my records? What sort of school paper is this? NF: Here at the Hoofington Equinerer, we believe in journalistic diligence. You just keep your answers honest, and we'll keep these records to ourselves, capiche? Rue: Why you little! [Rue Sighs] Whatever. Yeah, I wasn't a popular kid, and I caught heck those first couple years. But it wasn't long before I found some friends. We had eachothers backs, and they taught me how to be tough. Still wouldn't call us popular, but at least the bullies had to think twice before they tangled with the Dark Horses. NF: So you formed a gang? Rue: A gang? That makes us sound like monsters. We called it a "social trust." We didn't need violence. We had a bad reputation, and that was usually enough. NF: Usually enough? Rue: Usually. Sometimes, somepony wouldn't get the message. We did what we had to do. Our pranks were legendary. NF: Oh? I'd like to hear about that. Rue: Yeah? Well, you'll get to experience one first hand if you get too cocky with those records. NF: Well! Let's move on then! Uh, tell me about your family life. Rue: What family life? Once dad got his break in Canterlot High Society, he was too busy for anypony, and mom was constantly involved in planning parties, managing the household, and schmoozing big wigs. I wasn't the sort of child that impressed those fancy types, and they were the sort of ponies that impressed me, so I kept to my bedroom a lot. I didn't really have any friends until I met the Dark Horses. NF: You got into a lot of trouble, it would seem. Rue: It was summer. We were bored. NF: You got your cutie mark that summer. Rue: Look, I'm warning you, kid. NF: D-don't worry! We couldnt dig up any facts about 'the Incident at the Castle! Rue I can't imagine you could! But I can tell you this much: I have never regretted anything as much as that. Which is how I got it. NF: Your Cutie Mark. A Rue Flower. You got it for your regret? Rue I've regretting things before, but always for the wrong reasons. This time, I had made a deliberate decision to do better. I apologized to the Viceroy, as sorry as I'd ever been, and that's when it appeared. Now some kids get easy cutie marks. They fix a table and get a hammer on their hip. They go on to be happy little carpenters. I screwed up and got a flower on my flank, and I'm still not sure what to make of it. A cutie mark is a major event, and it doesn't happen without a reason. The Viceroy understood this, and forgave me. Hoofvard did not. NF: They expelled you. Rue: [Rue Nods] Mom and Dad were livid. They sent me away to live with someone who would give me some "tough love": Auntie Hemlock. NF: Oh my. Rue [Rue Shrugs] It's no fur off my flank. I never needed them anyway. And Hoofington isn't full of snobs. I'm better off here. NF: Still, I can't imagine that it was that eas-- [Rue interrupts me here] Rue: That's enough questions. You've got enough for an article, kid. NF: But -- Rue: No more questions. * * * After a calm and reasonable discussion, we agreed to end the interview here. Cutie Mark: Character Sketch: Original arts ^ Clockwise's Rendition, 20% cooler ^^