Unicorn Artsybelle

[Darkshine]

Name: Artsybelle

Sex: Female

Age: Young adult mare

Species: Unicorn

Pelt Color: Icy lavender, almost white-ish

Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: A mix of black, silver and purple, not in stripes but just variegated throughout her mane and tail, her legs are slightly darker than her body, but not by much

Eye Color: A dark shade of ambery gold

Cutie Mark: A painter's palette, loaded with paint, with a paintbrush and chisel crisscrossed behind it

Physique: She's a short mare, and slightly plump, but not grossly so. When walking, she has a barely discernable limp that becomes more pronounced the faster she tries to go, so instead of a standard four beat gallop, it's three beat, like a canter only because she's barely touching one of her hind legs to the ground when she's going full tilt.

Origin: Saddleveil Plains & Fillydelphia (summary explains it)

Roleplay Type: Mane RP (hopefully)

Occupation: Artist and sculptor

Motivation: She sees the innate beauty of all things, and enjoys putting together works that encourage others to look at things in a different light.

Likes: (optional) Painting, sculpting, drawing, the smell of freshly made paper, and the smell of her father and the plains when he gathers the harvest.

Dislikes: (optional) Negativity, darkness, the harsh attitudes of close minded ponies when confronted with something they don't understand, hypocrisy, prejudice against Griffons or other species

Character Summary:

Personality wise, Artsybelle is bubbly and infectious. She's always ready with a grin or a giggle, and eager to help out others. Sometimes she prefers to be the quiet one in the group, studying or thinking of something possibly unrelated to the topic at hand. She's known for spacing out at times. She tries to see the good in everyone, which some may think makes her gullible.

Artsybelle's parents, unlike most of the parents her friends had, didn't stay together after she was born. She spent most of her days in Fillydelphia with her mother, Orchid Kiss, where she was pressured to be the best academically that she could be. Her father, Clyde, was a down-to-earth farmer who encouraged Artsybelle to be who she wanted to be. He celebrated her small successes as well as her big ones, and was her sounding board when she started talking about her ideas and how she viewed the world. He gave her her first set of paints when she was a young filly, something her mother would never let her have. She began painting, and painting, and painting some more. She began doing odd jobs around Fillydelphia when she was staying with her mother to earn money to buy her own art supplies, which let her progress into other mediums like charcoal, pastel, watercolor, oils, and eventually oddities like welding, wood working, sculpting.

Her mother began pressuring her into more academics as well as magic, hoping to send her to Canterlot to be schooled with the best unicorns in the area. She finally broke it to her mother (as gently as possible) that she wanted to be an artist instead. It was at that admission that her cutie mark appeared on her once blank flank. She'd acknowledged her special talent, and her mother certainly couldn't argue with it. She still pushed her to finish her academics, at least.

Artsybelle's limp came from her own foolishness. She had decided to venture out to RoughRider's Ridge to get some gorgeous views of the sunset for a background in one of her paintings. What she hadn't counted on were the rocks she had so precariously perched herself on to give way beneath her hooves, crushing and breaking her left hind leg. Using her magic she was able to move the rocks off, but she couldn't stand uprigt, much less walk the rocky trails to get help. She laid there for over an hour, until an older Griffon came across her laying in the ravine. Gently, he carried her back to the Saddleveil Plains, to the worried Clyde standing in front of his home. He got a message to Orchid Kiss, and she came out with several talented doctors who did their best to save her leg. The flesh and bone knit back together, but even their magic was not enough to restore her leg to how it used to be. There was no outward sign of the injury, save for the slight limp in her step. She never returned to RoughRider Ridge, but she remains cheerful despite her injury, and continues to act like any normal mare her age would.

[Thunder Boomer]

Looks good!

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