Prism Yew [WoE - Ready]

[Elderflower]

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria

Name: Prism Yew

Sex: Male

Age: Hart

Species: Red Deer

Eye colour: Powder blue.

Coat: Though he was born with the earthen hues of all red deer, Prism’s perfectionist nature when it comes to his work and sense of aesthetics sparked him into dying his coat many different colours until he had found his perfect hue. His coat is now violet that fades into indigo around his extremities, with a very pale off-white along his underbelly, the insides of his legs, the bottom of his tail, and up his chest in the shape of an arrowhead.

Antlers: Taking after his father, Prism has an uncommonly large rack with many tines. As to the exact number of tines he carries upon his head, Prism likes to keep that a secret – it always amuses him to see others puzzling over his antlers!

Physique: Tall, slender, and toned. Prism inherited his father’s large physique as well as his antlers, though the violet hart’s more sedate lifestyle has left him on the slender side. That said, he does enjoy getting out of the house for exercise when he’s not caught up in his work, so he’s not lacking in muscle by any means.

Residence: Ponyville.

Occupation: Weaver/knitter.

Cutie Mark: N/A

History:

Prism Yew was born and raised in the cold climates of Stalliongrad, where his parents made an honest living. His father was a blacksmith and his mother a seamstress, and both were equally talented in their respective fields. Despite their skills, however, both possessed a fondness for practicality that kept them from really making a name for themselves outside their small community of workers. They were relied upon for their plain, sturdy goods – perfect for working ponies and deer alike!

Though Prism respected and admired his parents, he was born with something of a flamboyant streak as far as his father was concerned. Right from fawnhood, he was always trying to encourage his parents to try making beautiful things. If his father pounded the metal like so, it would create lovely ripples in the sword he was making and help it to shine prettily in the light. Or if his mother simply tried embroidering little motifs into the collars and sleeves of her outfits they would appeal to the fillies in Stalliongrad as much as they appealed to the hardworking, farming mares that were her typical clients. He knew they had it in them, but they simply did not care to listen to him!

That did not mean he was about to give up, however. He believed in them. After all, they had given him a name as fanciful as Prism Yew. If they gave their son a name so connected with rainbows and colour, surely they could use a little more colour in their lives and work! He would help his parents as best he could, constantly running his mouth about the improvements they could make in their businesses. Sometimes they would take bits and pieces of his advice for gift pieces requested by their customers, but usually their creative flares were as modest as the very nature of their typical work. Eventually, after learning that he was simply named after his great grandfather, Prism resigned himself into accepting that his parents were simply not the flashy type.

It soon became apparent that once he got his opinionated nature under control, Prism was actually a quiet little fawn. After a few consecutive weeks of hard work with no pesky opinion pieces being thrown in his parents’ faces, his mother finally decided that she would let her son tag along with her on one of her trips to the fabric store. This was something she had been avoiding for some time, for the fabric store she frequented carried as many beautiful, sparkling materials as it carried practical cloths – something she feared would make her son’s… “helpful” opinions go a little overboard!

Prism Yew was elated at the prospect, and from the moment he stepped into the store something had awoken in him. Bolts of soft and shimmering cloth lined the east wall of the shop, with samples of fine dresses, cloaks, and mantles showing the types of garments one could make with the products. The clothing was lovely, but something about the fabrics themselves enchanted him. From that moment, he knew he had a dream to follow: he wanted to be the one making these lovely fabrics. Excitedly, he began interrogating the shop owner about her work – eager to learn as much as he could. From that day on, he started to spend much less time at home, and when he was he was much quieter than his parents ever would have expected: with something to throw himself into passionately, he simply dropped off any trace of his opinionated and obnoxious nature. He had better places to put his energy!

Soon, Prism Yew found himself apprenticed to the weaver who made the fabrics that had enchanted him so and learned her trade: he even learned how to knit from her! The fawn was adored the act of weaving in any form, and hungered to learn as much as he could: and that included knitting and crochet!

He eventually took over the shop after his mentor has retired and slowly began to make a name for himself. Soon, though, the violet hart began to long for a more reclusive lifestyle and decided that he would like to move away from Stalliongrad. He had succeeded in making a name for himself, but found that tending a shop took away from his art, and he wasn’t particularly fond at the idea of hiring on an extra set of hooves. It would simply be too much bother. Instead, he decided to pack up and move away someplace relatively small with a warmer climate.

After a bit of research, the violet hart decided upon Ponyville. It seemed like the ideal location for his requirements, and with all of his best clients more than happy to conduct business through mail order if need be: nothing was holding him back! So Prism moved and got himself settled, and now he’s ready to enjoy his life by dedicating it to the creation of the finest fabrics his cloven hooves can craft!

Character Summary:

Prism Yew is a bit of an oddball. He inherited his father’s physique, every bit of which is terribly masculine. Long story short: he’s tall, he has very large antlers, and he’s got the stern features to match. Something about the way he carries himself is dark and looming, with just a pinch of mystery (thanks to his quiet nature). That said, his every passion possesses a flamboyant streak one normally wouldn’t associate with a hart who has such a macho appearance!

His greatest loves are weaving and colour, which he brings together to create heavenly fabrics. Silks, samites, chiffons, linens, and every type of cloth you can imagine: he makes them with threads he spun and he colours them only with dyes that he has created. Being raised by a blacksmith and a seamstress left him with an inherent perfectionist nature, and so he controls every element of his craft. Prism is meticulous. Every hue must be perfect, every thread in order, every shimmer just so.

His fussiness leads to an eccentric nature that comes to life in odd ways – usually in his antlers. In order to maintain perfect tension in his weaving, knitting, crochet, and spinning, for example, he feeds all of his materials through the tines of his rack. Before he approves of the colour or shine of a product, he needs to see them in all possible lightings, so he’ll carry samples of fabric in his antlers for days before they gain his approval. He even has the same process of carrying fabrics and threads around his in rack in order to test how they weather the elements! He’s such a perfectionist, in fact, that the reason he decided to dye his coat in the first place was so that he might better match his craft for a better working atmosphere!

Between his pale, dyed coat and the veritable rainbow of fabric pieces and threads he carries in his antlers, it’s not hard to see Prism Yew as a bit kooky. Even his house is a bit kooky, with the two-story stone cottage painted the colours of the night sky and inlaid with mother of pearl to recreate the look of the stars! Despite his kookiness though, he is always friendly and terribly polite. He’s also an excellent host! Part of working under his mentor, a unicorn mare named Snowy Silk, meant taking charge of her shop. If he was anything but polite, friendly, and hardworking, she would always give him an earful!

And though this may come as a shock to those who know Prism, his life doesn’t revolve entirely around his craft. He also has a love of the outdoors, with a fondness for swimming and running. Sunset and midnight are his favourite times to get out, usually, so that he might enjoy their stunning palettes. He also keeps a modest talent for playing the harp somewhat to himself. It’s something he enjoys doing in his spare time, or when he’s reached a roadblock in his work. It’s not surprising, though, that the hart turns to plucking threads in order to make music and find inspiration!

All in all, Prism Yew is a quiet, friendly deer, who, despite being utterly obsessed with his craft, still has room in his heart for many friends and a good sense of community! He’s easy to laugh at (and certainly enjoys being the butt end of a joke if it means he can help others laugh), doesn’t take himself too seriously, and is always willing to lend a helping (cloven) hoof!

[Armony]