Pegasus Trailblazer [FINAL]

[Imagination]

"What, again?! For the love of Celestia, Pathfinder, must you always muck about in my business? I found the Golden Tuna first, and it will be a cold day in Tartarus if I'm going to let some wannabe fangirl take it from me!" - Trailblazer, not long before he lost the Golden Tuna.

(Picture coming soon!)

Roleplay Type: Mane RP

Name: TrailBlazer

Sex: Male

Age: Stallion

Species: Pegasus

Eye colour: Green

Coat: Painted (White - brown spotted)

Mane and Tail: Both are brown, mane cut to shorter locks and is ALWAYS well groomed.

Physique: Athletic

Residence: Corralwood Corral

Occupation: Treasure Hunter, former Honor Guard scout

Cutie Mark: Flaming Arrow

Kit:

-Bandoleer (carries food, currency, other small essentials or even relics)

-Rope (Gotta have it)

-Outfit (Passive cure for nudity. Vital)

-Loot bag

-Map

-Binoculars

History:

Trailblazer was born in Baltimare to a happy Earth Pony mother and Pegasus father. He lived a fairly privileged foalhood, with his father being a rather prominent businesscolt. His mother was very stay-at-home, but she seemed to like it that way. Home schooled, he learned the essentials from both parents. Math, speaking, writing, health, and even some logic and law from his father, learning to be a fair negotiator at an early age.

He had a small circle of friends who, not to any pony's surprise, were also from fairly well-to-do families, and they often paraded themselves about with a posh, authoritative air, as if to lord their status over 'lesser' foals. Though they were not so ruthless as to bully other foals on a constant basis. Only whenever it was a matter of getting into little verbal scraps children sometimes find themselves in. Being called a poor dumby seems to hurt more than being called a regular dumby. He proceeded in this fashion through adolescence, though Trailblazer had developed quite the reputation among the younger mares of his age group. Oh yes, he was quite the lady's man... Until his parents gave him an ultimatum.

It turned out his parents actually wanted him to do things with his life, rather than sit back and spend daddy's money on girls and games. They demanded he either go to school and further his education, or find somewhere else to live.

Wanting to prolong his luxury as much as he could, he decided to attend a the University in Canterlot. The school was prestigious enough, and he was far enough away from home that his parents would be content to think he was making something of himself. Truth be told, he was quite the slacker in school. More concerned with partying and spending money than actually focusing on academics. Somehow, he managed to graduate with a degree in Business Law and Ethics. Interesting, seeing as he pretty much scoffed at the concept of 'ethics' in some cases... After schooling had concluded, a few friends he had made during school had convinced him to enlist in the REA with them. Recruit training was not gentle for him, but he learned to adapt and even appreciate the strict life of a soldier. It did make him feel like he had purpose.For the first time in his life, he had excelled in something, scoring high on courses and physical evaluation tests, as well as classroom knowledge. Upon graduation, he was slotted as a candidate for the Royal Honor Guard, which he gladly undertook. After more training, he was a scout in the Honor Guard, rank of Specialist, II Order. He was trained to work stealthily, and become an agent of surprise and misfortune. However, he learned most of all how to navigate and find his way around alien terrains.

As exciting as this sounds, he was bored to tears in the Army. There was hardly any action at all! And when there was it was rather dull. He was hungry for personal glory! As a result, he was much more mercenary than his fellow scouts, always for taking risks, or trying to make something into more than it should be. This wasn't enough to fulfill his sense of adventure. When it came time to reenlist, then Sergeant Trailblazer left to find his destiny elsewhere.

It wasn't long, however, until he found his inspiration in a curious little book series: Daring Do. Treasure hunting...! This Daring Do certainly made it seem interesting. Fueled with this fever dream, he used his military pension to purchase a small home on the [colour=#282828]Gallopocus Islands, purchased some scouting gear, and followed some leads for relics.[/colour]

[colour=#282828]It was dangerous! Thrilling! Chilling! Suspenseful! And oh-so-rewarding... This was perfect! His true calling! And he enjoyed it all oh so much. He worked alone, gathering all sorts of curiosities, all of which he kept for himself and displayed in his home. All was well, until he got a headache... In the form of a pegasus mare named Pathfinder. Time and time again, the two would cross paths, hunting for the same ancient treasure. It had been battles of wit and brawn on many occasions, the Daring Do fangirl being far more competent than he initially thought. Sometimes he won, sometimes she did. It was frustrating nonetheless. Though he's come to expect their encounters now, and even uses his talents to try and beat the mare to the punch. This rivalry has been raging ever since, Pathfinder and Trailblazer, both treasure hunters, yet worlds apart.[/colour]

[colour=#282828]He continues this work to this day. It's so much fun, how could he stop?![/colour]

[colour=#282828]Cutie mark:[/colour]

[colour=#282828]His cutie mark appeared under rather bland circumstances. Or so he thinks, anyway. One day, while out with his friends, they had found a poster for a missing dog. A rat of a dog, if you asked him, but to each his own. His friends saw the effort petty and beneath them, despite the 150 bit reward, so they left him. No matter. He just wanted that money so he could spend it on himself. He started by doing the best thing he could: he listened. Ponies tended to have rather loud mouths, especially when they didn't know others were listening. He had heard about hearing annoying yapping, dug up plants, so on and so forth that he felt would lead him to the fuzzy vermin. The complaints seemed to be coming from residents of one particular apartment complex, which he decided to investigate. He ventured straight into the premises without a second thought, determined to find this mutt and get his reward.[/colour]

[colour=#282828]His relief came at last... And was then promptly torn away, as the little dog just ran up to him and promptly starting licking him. Ugh, disgusting! He got the thing to follow him and brought him back home to an older mare who was very, very grateful to have her 'Fuzzums' back. She gladly paid the miffed, impatient colt and went back to her merry business. It wasn't until he returned home that his ecstatic parents pointed out his cutie mark of a flaming arrow! ... And then promptly questioned where he got new shoes. [/colour]

[colour=#282828]His flaming arrow symbolizes his straight and steady demeanor when it comes to finding things! He didn't quite understand it until a couple days later, but his talent was simply finding things. The fire, however, represents his burning greed, and even his spirit and demeanor.[/colour]

Character Summary

Trailblazer is a pretty rotten pony, but he'll never admit it. He's in for nopony but himself, and has no trouble doing whatever it takes to get what he wants, save breaking the law. He's a jerk, not a criminal.

He's greedy, sneaky and manipulative, though he often has a soft spot for the ladies... Unless that lady happens to be Pathfinder.

Despite all this, he doesn't go out of his way to be terrible to ponies. While he's plenty stuck-up as a rule, he can be civil with others, and even carry a conversation so long as it interests him. Heck, he often even goes out of his way to greet other ponies he's familiar with when visiting his home! But, he's quick to anger, and has a devious mind. While his gains are not ill-gotten, he never makes the fight for them very fair.

[Trilobite]

Hey there! Friendly neighborhood RP helper here.

I like that you're trying for a somewhat-less-than-savory pony, which is difficult to write properly, much less play. You seem, however, to have a good grasp on what makes Trailblazer Trailblazer. While I find this character totally unsympathetic, I see no real problems with how he is written, and every story needs a character we don't sympathize with.

My only real question at this point is; what sort of RP do you picture for Trailblazer? I think there are a few good possibilities, but I'd love to know what you have in mind.

I'll also look over the REA section of the lore, though from what I see already I don't picture that part of his history being a problem.

Two questons for your consideration: what made Trailblazer become a self-centered jerk, you think, rather than a philanthropist or a leader of ponies? And what would a more sympathetic version of this character be like? These are not suggestions for change, just things I'd be curious to see your take on.

[Imagination]

Thanks!

Mostly he's just going to fill the nemesis role for adventure RPs with Pathfinder, however he'll have adventures of his own, as well as appearances in Northern Equestria (Balls, events, functions, dinner dates, etc etc).

As for what makes him a self-centered jerk, it's pretty much his childhood. He grew up in a well-off family, and surrounded himself with friends in a similar economic position. The way he saw it was he didn't really have to care about others, so long as he had the means to luxury and to be pampered. Even after he was kicked out of the house, he found a means to do this, and still does it to this day by filling his exotic island home with ancient treasures!

His counterpart would be like Pathfinder, though with a more chivalrous and generous Indiana Jones 'It belongs in a museum' kind of attitude.

[RarityDash]

The character summary is a little slight, but there's enough personality infused in the rest that I think it presents a good picture of the character regardless... so:

[Trilobite]

Huzzah!