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Holly Dash [Re-app, updated]


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Putting in a new app, seeing as how I was booted out for a month of inactivity, that was beyond my control...

Name: Holly Dash nickname: 'Tutti Frutti'

Sex: Female

Age: young Mare

Species: Unicorn

Pelt Color: 'gala pink' as according to LTL wiki

Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Similarly styled to Rainbow Dash, it is often seen quite rough around the edges. She does, however enjoy pulling it back from time to time, a loose bun or low riding pony tail are not uncommon to be seen on her. Her mane is striped blue, yellow and purple.

Eye Color: Violet

Cutie Mark: A single, plump strawberry.

Physique: Short and average, she is very active, but not too thin. She loves to race, and never turns down a competition.

Origin: Born, and, unfortunately raised, in Beakbreak City.

Roleplay Type: Mane

Occupation: Fruit merchant, traveler

Motivation: To see all the great cities of Equestria-even those in the sky, and bring joy to those around her with her delicious fruit. She also aspires to improve on her life skills as she travels--and ultimately, to settle down in the most wonderful town of them all--yet to be discovered, of course, and raise her own fillies and foals, and a garden all her own.

Likes: Fruit-strawberries are the best, fruit pies, well-rounded ponies, family ponies, children, learning, gardening, talking to species not pony, traveling, learning

Dislikes: bully ponies, bad parents, vegetables, elderly ponies(she thinks they're icky, but respects them), fru-fru ponies, dishonest ponies, she doesn't much care for adult griffons (but will talk to them given the chance never the less); hates losing, bugs, weeds

Character Summary:

Holly Dash was born in Beakbreak City, to a pair of irresponsible parents, far too young and deviant to have a filly. Her father was a thief, and her mother was a con artist. Both were wanted by the law of Equestria, and that is what wound them up in Beakbreak. Both of them had terrible addictions to the deadly nightshade, and although Holly's mother loved her filly, she was an uncontrollable liar, and her daughter grew up to know never to trust what her mother told her, never to give her things when she begged for them, never to give in to prying hooves and eyes.

She sought out solitude behind a closed door, in her box of a room, and counted the days until she would be a grown up pony, and be able to strike out on her own. It was at about the age when normal fillies head out to school, that her father left. He did not say goodbye--all that Holly recalled was that her mother cried for what seemed like forever. Then, things got a little better. Her mom let her go to school, if only to get her out of the house. She was sometimes locked out of the house, when her mother was in a fit. She didn't mind, though, she made friends with the griffon children in the neighborhood, and found her way to the library, small though it was in this dingy dirty town, and found herself learning things at a remarkable rate.

It was on such an occasion to the library, that she saw her first depiction of what would later become her talent in life. A picture book, filled with mouth watering pictures--strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, grapes, and more--all ripe and juicy right there on the pages. She had never seen such wonderful looking food!

It was then, for the first time in her life, that she found herself wanting something more--and she begged her mother for it. Her mother, in a stupor from one of her many mind-numbing leaves, fumbled, and complied. After what seemed like an eternity, her mother returned from her 'shopping trip.' She had mostly salt licks, so much that a pony could stumble for weeks without remembering it, and yet in one bag--one tiny bag, there was something special. Something small, something just for her!

Seeds. Tiny little strawberry seeds, all packaged up in a little bag no bigger than her tiny filly hoof. Yet nothing enthralled her more. Her mother--already sucking down her salt lick, casually remarked that her daughter should 'make sure you water those.'

ButHolly did more than that. She remembered everything about raising these plants from her library books. She buried them in the dampest, thickest looking soil she could find around their dry and irreparable home, and using a jar with holes poked in the lid, she sprinkled water over them. She talked to them every day, she would read books to them, and every day it seems there was more and more green covering her little garden--but still, she didn't see any red. No fruit had even sprouted the little tiny nubs of green buds that make strawberries. She was beginning to lose all hope.

It was on a day where she was reading about all the lands of Equestria--out loud to her plants, of course, that it happened. Magic happened. She had never done magic before, yet here it was dragging her off. She fought it, initially, as the horn on her head grabbed her whole body and pulled her along, but with nothing here truly holding her back, she succumbed to it. It dragged her at first, but then began to tug at her every fiber, and soon she found herself running with it, chasing--what she did not know.

It had been dark when she was reading with her berries, by candle light, in the wee hours of the morning. The sky was slowly lightening as her horn directed her along--higher and higher into the sharp, high peaks of the Roughrider Ridges. Finally, with her hooves ready to fall off, the magic stopped. She had never been so high up, and never had it been so dark. She was terrified to find her way down. She looked back the way she came, and shivered-the cold wind that slammed against the mountain blowing right through her. Then suddenly, little glimmers of light drifted from the east--from Canterlot. There, miles and miles in the distance, the Summer Sun Celebration was occurring--the most beautiful sunrise she had ever seen. The light spread across the great land of Equestria, and suddenly...she knew. She knew what she wanted to do. She knew where she wanted to go, and that she wanted to grow. And as she looked down the steep ridges, she saw--hardly a speck from this distance, but she saw, next to her gnarled old shack--the bright, swollen red fleck of strawberries--dozens of them, all over her little green patch.

As her face lit up with joy, and her heart swelled with hope, her cutie mark--a rosy red single strawberry, glowed to life on her flanks.

She set to work after that--collecting every piece of scrap wood she could find, she began to build. It was slow work, as wood seemed hard to come by. She grew older, and her garden grew with her--it was now filled with little berry bushes, and tomatoes, and even a vine of watermelon. All of it grew, along with her creation. Finally, with money saved up from selling her delicious fruit to her neighbors, she was able to buy them--two, beautiful, wooden, wheels. She carefully attached them to what she had built, her cart, and admired her fine work. She had gotten rid of the only dress she owned to make the halter to go over her shoulders and back, but it was well worth it. She was ready to go. To travel all of Equestria. And someday...maybe even Celestia would praise her for the deliciousness of her fruit.

She packed up all of her plants, digging them out to the root so that they could be moved and replanted. It was slow workings, loading up that cart with her garden, but it would be worth it someday, she knew. Now came the hard part. Attempting to tell her mother. Well, at least she thought it would be hard. It turned out, at her saying that she was going--tears welled in her eyes to have to tell her mother--the old mare was overjoyed. Albeit she was probably a bit wired from the leaf, she praised Celestia for finally getting rid of such a useless daughter.

Fully crying now, Holly left in a flurry of tears, head hanging low as she walked out of Beakbreak. It was then--as she didn't watch where she was going, that she crashed into the thick chest of a stallion. She fumbled with apologies, wiping her eyes with her hoof, and avoiding eye contact with the stranger.

"Holly?" She looked up to the stallion at hearing her name, and was astounded. It was her father. His hair was clean-cut, his eyes were clear and not glassy, and his coat had a sheen to it. He was--he was clean!

Her jaw slacked, her face aghast, "Dad?!"

He nodded solemnly, and saw her cart, "So...how....how is yur mother?"

She couldn't hide the pained expression on her face, "She...well...she...." She cut herself off, and looked at him with eyes that spoke the truth, "Ya know."

He nodded glumly, and looked to the ground, "I um...Ah'm gonna take care of her now."

Holly tilted her head, " 'Take care of her'??" She repeated the phrase, a bit lost by the words, but then suddenly, angry, "NOW ya come back? NOW that ya don't have to take care of a little filly, right?!"

"No,Ah--Ah never meant...." Holly's eyes pierced through to him, and he sighed, "Ah didn't want to leave you--but Ah knew that I couldn't get help without leaving....and Ah swore Ah'd come back someday and take care of you...both of ya."

She scowled at him, "Well....you can have her. She doesn't want me no more."

He was astounded, "Yur mother--she loves you, she's probably just...just..."

She sighed, "It's alright. Ah know." her eyes welled with tears, "Ah'll...Ah'm going to sell fruit....on the road." She smiled, "Just...uh....send a letter...when you guys get settled somewhere new, or something...."

She moved to start walking again, and he stopped her, drawing her into a hug. Quietly, he told her he was proud of her, and that he loved her.

They parted, and she headed into Equestria, suddenly filled with that bright shining joy she first felt when she had seen her strawberries grow for the first time. She trotted faster as she neared the bottom of the ridges, past Bareback Gulch, and was at a run when she went into the Everfree Forest.

It took what seemed like forever before she found a town--Ponyville, it was called. She was merrily selling fruit, when a sudden invasion of Parasprite overtook the town, and sent her packing, before all of her food and her cart would be gone. She continued to travel, past an apple orchard, and on towards Canterlot, where she found, just inside of Whitetail Woods, a place. A clearing with fertile soil, and nopony nearby. She left her cart here, and looked around. Nopony to be seen until much closer to Solstice Heights, this was perfect. She magicked out her hoof-made gardening tools, and got to work, hoeing out neat rows of garden, and magicked her uprooted plants back into the ground.

She now grows her fruit there, and travels with her cart all over Equestria, selling the most delicious fruit Equestria has ever known!

Relationships:

First off, her dog, Buck, a black Newfoundland. He rescued her from drowning under the ice one winter.

 

Friends:

Stormsong (close friends. Met at TROTL, and have since grown in their friendship. Stormsong saved Holly from a fire.)

Applejack (met at TROTL, have hung out and fought a fire together.)

Zephyr (friends. Holly thought she had a crush on him, and he didn't feel the same. The two parted as sort-of friends.)

Acquaintences:

N/A

Existing family:

Mother (Beakbreak)

Father (Beakbreak)

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