Uproar(FFA version)

[Uproar]

Name: Uproar

Gender: Mare

Age: Twenty

Species: Bat pony(Areion)

Eye colour: Emerald

Character colour: Pale Lavender

Mane/Tail/Other: Golden/blonde

Physique: Uproar is a short yet slender mare. She shows signs of being a highly athletic, and sort of skinny. Her body is sturdy, well toned yet holds the elegance and grace of a true dancer. She considered to most ponies as '0%' body fat, but when they scan her whole body. All of her fat seemingly headed south. She has normal sized wings but just like the rest of her body, has received various physical training in order to become stronger.

Residence: Canterlot

Occupation: Professional Dancer

Cutie Mark: A half note and a quarter note tied together by a silk ribbon.

Unique Traits: A hot pink feather boa that she wears at all times. She also carries a violin case with a wooden violin in it.

History: Uproar was born in a poverty stricken family in Fillydelphia. Her parents never received an education past high school. She lived in a small home with her mother, her father and her elderly grandmother. Her parents worked two part time jobs that often made sure they didn't stay home for long. They never had the time to rise their daughter. So her grandmother was left to make sure Uproar had a good upbringing. Her grandmother was a retired ballerina who used what little money she had to give her grand daughter what she asked for. Growing up with only the love of her grandmother. She became her whole world, her only friend. Uproar becoming spoiled rotten. It was until she went to school.

Uproar was often bullied for being the only filly in class without a cutiemark. She was often alone without any thought on to why. It was like this for a very long time. Alone at home, alone in school and these thoughts laced in her head like a cobweb. Stitched finely into place was her anger and loneliness. Meanwhile her parents fought over various things, shift hours, food, what bills should be paid and who should get new clothing. Uproar had tired to stop it, but her grandmother told her it was useless. For they wouldn't listen to her.

At eight years old, her father had left. Her mother forced to become the breadwinner for the family. Everything seemed to happen at once. On a raining day she began to release all of her tension at once. Just one little insult, broke the straw on the camel's back. Uproar had brought her umbrella to a close, and began to beat the filly known as Pearly White down to her knees and screamed to stop. Uproar had kept on until the school staff pulled her away and took her blood stained umbrella away from her. Both fillies were suspended for a month, and Uproar came home to a very angry mother. Her heart hardened that day, and she told herself to never take anything she didn't like laying down.

When the suspension was finished. Uproar, had transformed from that quiet filly that no one notices, to a filly no one should push around. After what happened, Pearly's parents transferred her to another school and Uproar became the bully. After that, whenever she felt angry, she would let everyone know. Her grandmother, her only friend, tired to help her release that anger through dance and music. By dancing, Uproar was able to feel better slowly and by playing her violin, she was able to distract herself. She soon began pursue this endlessly. All she thought about was dancing.

When she was ten, her grandmother had surprised her with a chance to enter Madam Foster's dance academy. Since her grandmother knew Madam Foster herself, she gave little Uproar a chance to realize her dream for free. It was a gift, for an old friend. Uproar excited and filled with joy began to train endlessly for the audition. She spent day and night, dancing and figuring out an act that would blow them away. When that dreaded day came. Uproar was prepared to entertain. The judges seemed like they didn't have their cup of morning coffee. She needed to do something that would impress them...should she just dance? Her hooves slowly inched towards her violin given to her by her beloved grandmother. She knew what she would do. Uproar came on to the stage with her violin, her body beginning to sing it's silent song with her movements.

She was really into it though. Her movements reflected it. She moved with the grace of a true dancer, and her violin did play a beautiful song. Everything seemed perfect until it was near the end of her performance. Where she wanted to push herself to see if she could do a single back flip. One more move, and it would be all over. All though, she did something she did not expect. The unpredictable factor happened. She fell down, and sprained her left wing on her violin. Yeah, that caught their attention. She was rushed to medical attention, and had fragmented wood removed from her feathers. Uproar was crying, not because it hurt, but because she probably didn't make it.

She wasn't able to fly for a good two months. No mail from the academy. She was about ready to give up on waiting until the letter came. Surprisingly, she made it. Uproar made it, on that moment she read the letter out loud to her mother and grandmother, her cutie mark finally appeared. A half note and a quarter note tied to a silk ribbon. It was her destiny to dance. The filly began to pack her bags even though her wing is out of order. After her wing was fully healed. She went to Madam Foster's dance academy. For years, she was there training her best. Making sure she took advantage of everything the school had to offer. All though she still bullied a few fillies now and then with her being the 'best dancer of all of Equestria' bit.

Now, at the age of twenty, she recently graduated from the dance academy. Her mother and grandmother had moved to Manehattan due to financial reasons. Weren't able to attend due to not having enough money to buy a train ticket or pay for a hotel room to stay. The day before her first show was canceled due to the changelings invading Canterlot. After a few hours of hitting changelings over the head with her violin. The ballerina had remembered something; her family. After it was safe to leave. She sent many letters to her mother and grandmother, and nothing had been returned, not even a single postcard. Her mother wanted to surprise her, but sadly her only family was transformed into changelings. Now fully into the hive mind. Worried, afraid and truly a lone in the world. Uproar bitterly lives on trying to gain a little attention, a little love. For without anyone to care for, the angry ballerina lives on.

Character Summary/Personality: Uproar is a bashful pony at first glance. She often blushes quite a bit, and she makes little sounds when she’s surprised or frightened or just generally unable to speak. She often speaks with a tone of politeness, often believing she grew up in an upper class family. She is very polite to those who she meets, and will often keep formalities to her. She’s very innocent and naive, but yet understands the world around her. She keeps her mind grounded, all though believing foals come from birds and not other horses doesn’t help her case. When ponies are around her, she is awfully cheerful yet shy if select words are used.(Often flirting or complimenting her). She only acts bashful around strangers or ponies who she wants to impress. Uproar believing that this will get her what she wants.

All though, there is another side that others do not know. Under that adorable, and sweet natured outside lies a heart made of coal. It’s fueled by company, and it burns until there's nothing left but cinder and ash. Desperate for love and affection from others. She is seemingly selfish, and very condescending. If she believes you’re not worth her time, she will spit at you and tell you straight in your face. This mare prefers to have a situation manipulated by her then not having control at all. She can be very passive aggressive, and her words are selectively chosen to sting and try to control those who hear.

Most ponies don’t usually see or even take notice of it. Most ponies would usually see and only see the fawn-like outside unless their is a competition or she’s angry. It is the easiest way to see her true self. She is determined to be number one, and always have it her way. That’s why she’s the most physically fit ballerina you’ll ever meet. She has a /bit/ of an anger problem coming from her energetic nature. She uses ballet as an outlet for that anger and energy of hers. She doesn’t like not being able to run or fly around. For without having the freedom she has, she will burst.