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Unicornelius the great [FINAL]

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Roleplay Type: World of Equestria

Name: Cornelius T. Cornpone, but goes by Unicornelius.

Sex: Male

Age: Young Stallion

Species: Unicorn (elius)

Eye colour: A charmingly lovely pale glassy turquoise. They are his best feature.

Coat colour: Fuchsia, with painted white hooves. Sometimes he puts clown makeup on his horn to match his hooves. When he was a colt, he saw a tortoise and liked the pattern of its toenails, so he often paints his hooves to mimic a many-toed animal because he is just odd. Doesn't help with the ladies.

Mane/Tail/Markings colour & Style: His tail is his natural, and rather unkempt cerulean colour. His mane on the other hand...he has bleached it and dyed it SO many times that it is fried and just sticks straight up at this point and is a sickly yellow.

Physique: Short and squat.

Cutie Mark: an assortment of stars, moons and planets, similar to what is considered a stereotypical wizards' robe. Except on his flank.

Origin/Residence: In a cabin and makeshift observatory in the rolling prairie country somewhat between Ponyville and Fillydelphia

Occupation: Astrological researcher, scholar, artist and all-around kind of "Mystical Oracle" kind of guy who gives sage magical advice to passing young unicorns. He hunts Ursa Majors. (With his telescope.) He's kind of just killing time until a teaching or Library position opens up the the School for Gifted Unicorns, his dream job.

Motivation: To be a pretty unicorn and be respected for his talents.

Likes: the list of weird things that he likes would take up the entire app. But he LOVES aubergines.

Dislikes: Not being given a chance, jalepeno jam, horseflies.

Character Summary:

In a world gone mad, a tiny unicorn with a coat the colour of the boldest cyclamen burst forth into the land of the living from his mother, Currycomb’s womb in the deepest regions of the poorest boarding house in …suburban Fillydelphia. His tightly curled mane springing forth in bountiful glistening curls as he took his tottering first steps, bouncing elegantly with every shaky hooffall. Oblivious to the dire dangers of frying pan handles dangling over the edge of the stove, and un-baby gated stairs surrounding him, he surveyed the new world that he would one day rule with innocent blue-green eyes, older than time and clearer than a warm autumn sky. He was the very perfect specimen of infant Unicornicity.

The mares in the common room gasped, for surely one day this precocious and gorgeous foal would one day be somepony very important. The stallions fell silent, for the realized that they would be no match for them as he reached maturity in terms of attractiveness or physical prowess. Several older foals “oohed” and “ahhed” as surveyed him with the reverence that one would bestow to a prince.

His dam and sire, puffing with proudness, as they were ordinary, drab and flabby little unicorns of very little power, intelligence or education, at their progeny’s gleaming coat and early self-awareness, dubbed him the Great Unicorn Cornelius Theseus Cornpone, a conglomeration of names and words they thought sounded awfully important and dignified, but eventually everypony around him just kind of simplified his name into Unicornelius, and it stuck.

His parents put their lives on hold to coddle and raise their son, who they loved more than anything, often working several jobs at once to ensure that he had the most proper education they could muster, which at their skill level was clearly not much compared to a vast majority of other colts and fillies. But as he was such an exceptionally beautiful little colt, and so bright and eager to learn that often skilled tutors in magic, music, and the arts would take him on at a reduced rate. He was just that much of a pleasure to teach, smart, and witty and turning ideas on their heads in amusing and unexpected ways.

He was taken to all the best museums, zoological gardens and pseudoscientific tourist traps Equestria had to offer, for his parents wanted him to have culture and sometimes totally missed the point of what was culture and what was kitsch. Ponies in the neighborhood were constantly bringing him trinkets, curiosities and books to stimulate his mind. And stimulate it did. However, as his parents and mentors may have not had the best taste in the world, they would indulge any crazy idea he had like it was genius-lvel scientific work and praise him for his cleverness.

However, none of this extra attention even went to Unicornelius’s head. He spent his time working hard and trying to be worthy of all the hope his parents had in him, and support the neighborhood had given him thoughout his foalhood. And this positive and humble attitude carried him far throughout his life.

As he grew up a little, he started attending regular school, always augmented by afterschool sessions with his tutors. He picked many spells involving standard unicorn magic like levitation much sooner than the rest of his classmates, and was simply a WHIZ when it came to the rather diametrically opposed understandings of the basics of magic theory, and the interworkings of Astronomy.

He eventually was accepted on academic scholarship into Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns by his sheer ability for understanding the complex magical and scientific theories presented to him, his impeccable grades, and his pleasant attitude. His willingness to help others and fun-loving spirit gained him many friends upon arrival.

Soon, the greatest tragedy of his, or his parents’ life happened to him. Unicornelius’ classmates started getting taller and lankier than him. While they could not surpass his precision with the kind of standard unicorn toolkit of magic…they started learning spells that, while he completely understood the concepts behind them, he simply could not perform. They started getting their cutie marks and outpacing him in his studies other than magic theory. Soon he was the only one in the group that had been admitted at the same time he had, without his cutie mark.

Instead of growing up towards the stature of what his parents considered a proper stallion, he remained rather short and began to grow out slightly. A round, little, doughy and the exact opposite of the elegant and graceful unicorn that everyone assumed he would grow to be. To the now teenage colt who was just becoming interested in fillies, this was devastating (especially since all his life his loving parents had been hinting how beautiful his children would be). He threw himself into his rare magic studies with a fervor and became withdrawn for many months. Eventually, as finals for the semester came and went, his friends realized that his isolation was more than just a bad semester.

They tried to console the little unicorn, but it was to no avail. More and more, other snobby ponies would not take his ideas or knowledge seriously. Fillies would turn down invitations to dances, and ponies generally avoided the weird looking colt who at the time still carried himself confidently like everyone thought that he was handsome. He just had to change his approach. Unicornelius tried a stint of being slightly aggressive and mean, but that didn’t get him anywhere, then being a pushover, which just made him miserable, but finally after many reinventions of himself settled on an odd compromise of class clown and modern artist, which definitely suited his fun-loving side. More comfortable in his own skin, and confident in his new found identity of the “ahead of the curve weirdo who is kind of funny and cool”. His new game plan didn't do much to attract the fillies, though.

He’d bleach his mane in the newest styles, dress outlandishly, put on weird accessories, throw outrageous parties in his dorm room, discover weird, unusual music, build incomprehensible sculptures that everypony agreed were interesting, but nobody understood; and just generally try to be fun personified. Ponies who previously thought he was just weird and nerdy began to like his spirit and outlandishness. Ponies who were of the highbrow modern art scene were too arrogant to admit that they didn’t get where he was coming from, applauded anyway. And finally, ponies who thought that his change was too much still begrudgingly admired him for being able to carry on his silliness and party lifestyle, and STILL maintain his impeccable grades AND tutor countless other students in their spellwork (which was frustrating for him because while he understood any spells he came across, and could help almost any pony aligned to the type of magic figure out how to make the spell work, he could not perform any of them himself)

In working on his thesis, he spent the semester in the Starswirl the bearded wing and poured over the scrolls he found there. Trying with all his might, just out of hope he would find SOME useful or special magic that he was especially good at to get his cutie mark. To no avail. But in reading the most ancient of the scrolls, it occurred to him that no other pony he knew was as interested in the study of all these dusty tomes and scrolls, and he had yet to come across somepony who understood them as well as he did. Sure they could do the flashy stuff, but they didn’t always fully comprehend how it was all working. Maybe just the pure theoretical understanding of them was enough to make him special. And POOF! A tingle on his flank, and a brand new sparkling cutie mark appeared.

Of course he and his friends had an epic party to commemorate the event.

As all good things come to an end, Unicornelius graduated from school and had to make his own way in the world. He hand built a lopsided and weird home for himself, (since his true desire of teaching magic theory, or even being in charge of organizing it at the school he had loved to attend was not going to be available to him for the foreseeable future, none of the current staff was even close to retiring), with all kinds of stairs to nowhere and turrets made out of junk, and shrines and curiosities in every corner. He dubbed this unusual domicile “the Palace of Impression” and began to open parts of his home to travelers, including an “Ursa Hunting Expedition” that for a bit he allowed tourists to pinpoint skybourne ursas and other constellational beings.

Soon his reputation grew as he had a weird house, was able to time and again dispense amazing magical advice to young unicorns who just casually mentioned they were having trouble with spells, and had an excellent observatory. He lives there to this day and is still single, just waiting for the right mare. His parents are pretty disappointed in the way he lives his life these days.

(TLDR: Extra-precocious kid born of parents you wouldn't expect it from grows up with everyone around him thinking he's the best thing since sliced bread and will be a genius, and the perfect specimen of unicorn. Then puberty hits and he looks like a weird troll so he sinks himself in obscura. And now has a weird cabin built of junk and is a terrible disappointment to all the ponies who held him in esteem as he grew up. Just like every other weird looking hipster who grew up in the 90s and had trouble becoming an adult)

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Well Flutterscotch, it is very plain to see why you are a Senior RP Helper because THIS app is SENSATIONAL!!!

All of the required fields filled, excellent writing and although your character summary is lengthy, WE LIKE LENGTHY! Better than being too brief and not covering all the 'fine points' well.

Well done!

To quote Chester Cheetah from one of his TV commercials: "Impressive, sir!"

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