Unicorn Maple Scoops

[CherryRie]

[ Pony Related Character ]

Name:Maple Scoops

Sex: Female

Age: Young Mare

Species: Unicorn

Pelt Color: Coffee Cream

Mane/Tail Color & Style: Swirling mane and tail, striped with light and dark yellow, like the colours of Honey.

Eye Colour: Forest Green

Cutie Mark: A Treble Clef made of runny chocolate. It symbolises her love for music and her tallent for making sweet deserts. She also percives it as a tie between the emotions that both music and foods can conjure.

Physique:Short and homely

Residence:Canterlot

Occupation:Until recently was a pudding chef at a Canterlot restaurant. Now is attempting to start her own small business along with her partner.

Motivation: Wants to create food that makes ponies as happy as music makes her. Through a recent inheritance they have come into possession of the perfect location for her dream business, an Ice-cream cafe and live music bar. Presently her short term goal is to see the 'Jam & Cream' open and ready for business.

Likes:Ice cream, deserts, Music, independence in achievement (willing to accept help, but would never openly ask someone to do something if she could do it herself.)

Dislikes:Snootiness and dishonesty.

Character Summary:

Jovial and eager to put her mind to the task since quitting her professional job, Maple has taken to the self employed life like a duck to water. She is the heart of the enterprise, having the practical experience both in the kitchen and on the business books. While she sometimes wilts under her partner's determined and dominant nature, her sharp tongue puts her on an equal footing and their interaction can sometime seem like a tennis match of whit. She yearns for lifestyle and luxuries that her old job afforded her but her own determination to succeed, with her stallion's single-minded persuasion, keeps her going. Having recently inherited an old ramshackle Firestation, the couple intend to start their own cafe and music lounge. Close to a scenic part of town but out of the way of the center, it had been bought by Maple's great-great-grandfather, one of the last firemen to work in that station before it closed. Sadly the intention of turning it into a museum never came to pass, and it has sat empty and unused for many decades.

Maple has some reserves still about this endeavour, given that several issues have already crept up on the budding business owners. But each problem that presents itself gives her short term goals, making the tasks all the more manageable.

Background:Raised the metropolis of Manehatten, Maple showed a flare for cooking from an early age, especially sweet desserts. Oddly, though this seemed to be her special talent, the young unicorn was actually far more passionate about music. Convinced she was destined for a career of the glitz and glam, she joined every music club in her school, determined to try every instrument going until she found the one that was right for her. Of course, this only resulted in her becoming one of the worse musicians in the school, the definitive master of none. Her boisterous forthright attitude and dreadful lack of patience made her infamous among staff and pupils alike. One good thing that emerged from this flurry of dud notes and broken drumsticks was her voice. Having no instruments at home to practice with (And having broken all the strings on the violin the school had loaned her) she spent most of her free time singing. Vocally the foal wasn't so bad either. Even the head of the choir was surprised at how aspiring the daughter of a grocery merchant had become in such a short time. However, for Maple something always felt out of place when she was singing for more than just herself. Practicing in front of friends was fine, even stage rehearsals didn't go so badly. Unable to put her hoof on the issue, she went ahead and signed up for the school talent show. Confident and rearing to please the crowd, Maple walked out from behind the curtain, approached the microphone stand... and froze. The music was played for several moments without her voice, lodged somewhere deep in her throat. Panic caught up, the little foal was stood in the middle of brightly lit stage with hundreds of expectant eyes watching her. Bursting into tears she ran from the stage and hid in the prop-room. Eventually she was happened upon by a close friend from the music club. The colt didn't seem in the best mood, but proffered some advice.

'Everyone freezes up, it happens. You know that you can sing, I know that you can sing, you don't need their validation."

Determined not to hide out the evening, Maple gathered her wits she went to the kitchens to help with the buffet. As she looked down the row of food, Maple noticed other ponies from her class tucking into the deserts she had made, smiling with chocolate smeared lips. Up on stage, her friend was waiting in the wings for his moment to enter the spotlight. The colt was clearly strained, almost as though he wasn't happy to be performing. Grabbing a chocolate cinder-toffee, Maple dashed up and gave it to him just as the teacher beckoned a cue. Returning to the far table, the filly looked back across the crowd. Well into an emotional piano recital, Maple realised how the soothing notes were bringing smiles to the watching faces. That's what she had been missing, it was how the music made people feel that made her happy on stage, not performing. She decided, there and then, to make food that could make ponies as happy as music made her. Shortly after this revelation, her cutie mark appeared, a treble cleft made of runny gooey delicious chocolate.

As time wore all thoughts of performance left her mind, replaced by part time jobs at the local cafe and bake sales. Her passion for music, however, remained a definitive part of her life. When cooking it gave her that added emotional boost, allowing her to put forth that extra special 'personal touch' into her culinary creations that the customers love so much. At times she even found herself constructing meals that worked alongside a particular opera or performance.

Not long after finishing school, she was given opportunity of a life time when she was accepted for an apprenticeship at a restaurant in Fillidelphia. Starting from as waitress and jr. cook, she eventually earned a place on the kitchen staff at the flagship branch in canterlot. Quite an achievement for a nopony. But secretly Maple felt ever more disenfranchised with her art, restricted as she was by the pallet of high society. She could not simply create anything she wanted, and the meals they prepared often felt like a hotchpotch orchestra, missing crucial passion that would have truly brought the dishes to life. Whenever she could she would escape to local concerts and music halls, listening and imagining the taste of sound as though it were a banquet.

About eight years ago, while visiting a culinary convention, she by chance encountered her old foalhood friend. The stallion had become a famous orchestral conductor and was at the convention to lead the string band. Though they were only playing in the evenings, for both the meal and the ball, he'd come early to look around the convention. Technically there on business, they spent their free time catching up and wandering the various booths. Old friends meeting for the first time in years, entirely by chance. Spending time together and seeing just how much they still have in common. Realisation that absence only makes the heart grow stronger.

And with a dance the following evening? If you've seen any cheesy chick flick you'll know exactly where it runs from there.

Thus here we are! Five years since the big day and suddenly it's all change.

Colour Refrence

[MyLittlePonyTales]

Convinced she was destined for a career of the glitz and glam, she joined every music club in her school and practiced almost constantly.

Practiced what? Does she play an instrument?

However, for Maple something always felt out of place when she was up on stage.

You say that she's been on stage before, but she froze up at the talent show. What was different?

She decided, there and then, to make food that could make ponies as happy as music made her.

Was this when she got her Cutie Mark?

[Thunder Boomer]

One thing I'd hesitate against is the use of numbers as a time measurement. Simply because we don't know how long Equestrian ponies live, or how they measure time.

[CherryRie]

Okie dokie! Made those corections you pointed too Tales, her musical side is alot less generalised now.

I haven't yet edited out the timeline as it would take a rather more thought out rewrite.

[MyLittlePonyTales]

So she's good at singing, and baking. But does she COMBINE the two? That's what I'm not quite seeing. She's good at singing, but she's better at cooking/baking. How does music still tie into that?

Also, what is a FireStable?

[CherryRie]

As a foal she was a good singer by a child's standards. But that doesn't mean she still is, especially given that she's dedicated her life to cookery. It should be realitivly easy to add something else into the background around her apprenticeship, about her creations being inspired by music perhapase?

(edit: this bit now added ^_^)

A FireStable/FireBarn/'whateverwecallit' is like a fire station, only with ponies The idea being that it's an old rundown building, close to a scenic part of town but out of the way of the center. We had thought that Maple's great-great-grandfather was one of the last firemen to work in that station before it closed and he purchased the building with the intent of turning it into a museum dedicated to the history of the fire service. Sadly this never came to pass and the building has sat unused for many years.

I can easily add this into the discription, if you like?

[MyLittlePonyTales]

Yes, add that last part please. Also, you can just call it a firehouse.

As time wore all thoughts of performance left her mind, replaced by part time jobs at the local cafe and bake sales. Her passion for music, however, remained a definitive part of her life and inspired many of her culinary creations.

How?

[CherryRie]

Yes, add that last part please. Also, you can just call it a firehouse.

As time wore all thoughts of performance left her mind, replaced by part time jobs at the local cafe and bake sales. Her passion for music, however, remained a definitive part of her life and inspired many of her culinary creations.

How?

'Appropriate' changes made, enjoy

Edit: Totaly worth it

[MyLittlePonyTales]

The thing is, I see that she's got two talentsâ€â€Âsinging and cooking. How do those two talents tie together? We're looking for something solid, both talents complimenting the other in some way. The Cutie Mark is both talents in one. How do they combine and contrast to make the other better?

[brianblackberry]

The thing is, I see that she's got two talentsâ€â€Âsinging and cooking. How do those two talents tie together? We're looking for something solid, both talents complimenting the other in some way. The Cutie Mark is both talents in one. How do they combine and contrast to make the other better?

Ideas could be that the singing pulls in a crowd to her shop, or perhaps helps her build confidence or relax while cooking, or even that is how she remembers her many recipes as she cooks, by reciting them through singing as she bakes.

[CherryRie]

Oki doki! I've snipped the Laughter-day joke and reworked the two parts that were causing issues. Brain helped me out on this too from chat so fingers crossed I've cracked it this time

[BlindJester]

I approve this app I think you developed it very well

[brianblackberry]

I approve this app I think you developed it very well

What she said, so moving it to the general accepted apps page.

[CherryRie]

GLEEEEEE THANKYOUSSS! Omygosh gota get my gala dress ready

[Manestream]