Zebra Foghorn[Ready]

[RegalSteel]

Roleplay Type: WoE

Name: Foghorn

Sex: Male

Age: Middle-Aged Stallion

Species: Zebra

Eye colour: Dark Blue

Coat: Black & White striped.

Mane/Tail: A tangle of mid length black and white dreadlocks almost always tied back with a red piece of cloth. His tail matches in colour and style as well as often being bound at the base with some cloth.

Physique: Foghorn shops in the big and tall section. He is quite tall with a barrel chest. His strong legs bear his size well. Well muscled and powerful looking, Foghorn resembles a work pony raised on hard work and long days. he often wears a winstriped black suit and hat to match, as well as red tintted sunglasses.

Residence:Fillydelphia

Occupation: Saxophone Player. Foghorn works irregular gigs at many of Fillydelphias' small diners, clubs, and restraunts. Inbetween those he does odd jobs for the older mares that live near him. As well as the occasional band gig.

Cutie Mark: A blue saxophone with silver music notes coming out of it.

As a colt Foghorn was sure he would be a farmer like his Ma and Pa. That all changed when a travelling stallion stopped in his small watering hole. His name was Jazz(or so he claimed) and he was a musician. He played his fiddle for the townsfolk and when Fog heard the music pouring forth his world changed. He knew what he wanted to do with his life. Of course it wasn't for another year that he discovered the Saxophone. He had been visiting a small music shop every day since Jazz had come in search of an instrument for him. As soon as he saw the old tarnished horn he knew. He has spent his life mastering the saxophone since that day.

History: Born and raised on a gourd farm in the Heartland by his parents who immigrated from Unyasi. Foghorn was named for his unussually deep voice even as a foal. He was always a hard worker from a very young age, rising with the sun to help tend the farm, then going to school for the day and upon his return he went back to work until the sun fell once more. He loved the feel of good earth beneath his hooves and felt pride when the crop was taken in each season. He was always sure as a colt he would carry on the family business of gourd farming.

As a child Foghorns' father; Talltale, would tell the tale of how they came to Equestria. Claiming he swam the sea with a bag of seed and his; then pregnant, wife upon his back. He was notorious for telling ridiculous tales of fancy. Foghorn grew very quickly in his colt years, easily outgrowing his fellow classmates and friends, much to their jealousy. Fog had trouble making friends during these years because he simply did not appear to be a colt. Eventually most of the other colts caught up to some degree, although few were as big as Foghorn.

When Fog was old enough he bid farewell to family and friends and set off to find a place where the music in his soul could be unleashed. He visited many a town before finally coming to rest in Fillydelphia. He was amazed at how many ponies could be crammed in such small spaces. Fog then knew the big city was the place for him. He loved the bustle of city life. He began working small jobs all over the city to make bits, practicing his Saxophone the entire time. Eventually he started to play gigs at small venues throughout the city. He has made visits home periodically throughout the years but tends to stay in his city.

Character Summary: Foghorn thrives off of reacting with his everyone and anyone he can talk to. He shares his Father's long windedness and will talk your ear off if you give him the chance. he loves music more than anything in Equestria and; if he could, he would do nothign but listen to and play it. he also loves the accomplished feeling of a good days work. he can get rather restless if not busy in some way and cannot abide being alone for very long. he also cannot abide the loneliness of others and will endeavor to chat with anyone he sees alone at a party. One of Foghorn's favorite things is a party. The bigger and louder, the better. He isn't much for fancy parties with etiquette and proper manners, he prefers the choas of a hoot n' holler. how better to feel alive than to show everypony around you are!

Other than parties and music Foghorn enjoys games of chance and riddles. During his free time he tends a small garden near his apartment, where he grows gourds and vegetables. Every year when he harvests them he shares with the his neighbors. Locals have taken to helping tend the small garden and it has grown over the years. He also enjoys travelling on occasion and someday plans to visit his ancestral homeland.

Foghorn has a big personality to match his stature and exceptionally deep voice. He never does anything quietly unless it is desperately necassary. He is helpful to anyone in need whether the need is percieved only by him or real. He laughs easily and when he does the thunderous sound carries on the air much like his namesake, infecting those nearby with his joyous outlook on life. Fpor Foghorn life is just one big party, sure you may have to do some work now and then but in the end it always pays off. He lives every moment like it is the best one of his life.

[Bellosh]

How's your app coming along? ^_^

[RegalSteel]

How's your app coming along? ^_^

Did some updating and editing. Think I am ready to mark him as Ready.

[Bellosh]

Ah, pretty good job for an app! I think this character will play well in WoE.

[RarityDash]

Heh. Pretty cool character here. Good stuff!