Psmith, Sr. (Ready)

[Blueblood]

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria
 

Name: Horseshoe "Lucky" Psmith
 

Sex: Male
 

Age: Older Stallion
 

Species: Unicorn
 

Eye color: Jade Green
 

Coat: A bright, strong purple
 

Mane/Tail: It has by now gone gray 
 

Physique: Well-fed, but not so much that it weighs his movement down.
 

Residence: The upper-class district of Canterlot
 

Occupation: A Baron and member of the nobility
 

Cutie Mark:  A candle with a sparkler instead of a wick.

 

While Horseshoe had been a reasonably popular colt at his high-class school, due to the constant high-energy and enthusiasm he brought to whatever his friends were interested in, his lack of an attention span often put him at loggerheads with schoolmasters who expected assignments to be turned in on time.  One such teacher finally lost patience and called him to the front of the class for a dressing down, asking "Are you ever going to actually amount to anything with the lack of effort you've been showing?  Well?  I don't know if you'll turn out to be of any use to anyone!"  The young noble was shocked, and was dangerously close to breaking down and crying in front of his whole class.

 

At which point, one of the pupils stood up to say, "Hey, don't rag on Lucky!  If it weren't for him coming in and stirring us all up, I wouldn't have actually finished the regatta boat for our class!"  And so each of his classmates, one by one, rattled off all the things that they had been able to start or finish because they knew Lucky.  Upon realizing that he was, in fact, useful to his fellow-ponies, if only because he was game for anything and went for it with gusto, his cutie mark appeared with a flash upon his flank.  That shut his teacher up, at least for the remainder of the semester.
 

History:  Canterlot's upper class consists of two types of families: those who had inherited their title and wealth from so far back they'd forgotten how they'd gotten it all in the first place, and those who had not forgotten it yet.  Horseshoe's family was the latter type, though they were far enough removed from the legendary Smith which had founded their dynasty to add an unnecessary silent "P" to their family name, purely to fit in.  They hadn't yet lost the tradition of making puns out of their names, though, hence the somewhat unwieldy name they affixed upon their colt.  Most of his friends just called him "Lucky," and he was the sort to make a lot of them, so the nickname stuck with him all through his life.

 

His early days were pretty typical for a colt of his class.  His social circle was somewhat restricted to those foals whose parents could afford the more prestigious schools, but he got on well with pretty much anypony he met.  Though, that statement does not quite convey the truth; he was wildly enthusiastic to meet everypony, treating them as if they were due to be the next alicorn, and listening raptly to whatever they had to say.  He was the sort you could get excited about anything, including other ponies' school assignments.  This was taken advantage of early, meaning that he often spent more time helping others to finish their work than he spent upon his own.  This negatively affected his grades (to the irritation of his teachers and parents), but he figured that the solidifying of good social ties among his classmates more than made up for it.  And after all, he was still learning, right?

 

The trouble became apparent after graduation.  His attention span was too low for him to really set to work on anything long-term.  If his family wasn't rich enough to support his gadding about, he would have found himself in some real trouble.  As it was, most everypony in Canterlot was quick to realize that he was an easy touch to go along with whatever crazy get-rich-quick scheme, or even a let's-do-it-for-fun plan.  Even if it turned out to be a disaster, he would soon be too busy with some other harebrained business to hold a grudge.  Clearly, unless somepony took him in hoof, "Lucky" was headed for a most unfortunate end.

 

In the end, however, his nickname proved true, though in a rather eccentric fashion.  One of his aristocratic friends had idly tossed off the idea that it would be fun to take his father's airship and turn pirate for a while, only to be caught up in the storm of Lucky's sudden enthusiasm.  In no time at all, provisions and costumes had been arranged, and the Jolly Roger was flying over the decks of the (admittedly small) aircraft.  They then set to work on their first raid: the buffet table of a soiree to which they had not been invited.

 

At this party was the beautiful and bored out of her skull Lady Serene Countenance.  It was not as if this society lady actively hated such things; she in fact had a special talent for hosting them very well, but after many years of seeing the same old things happening in them... well, it was enough to make her question her whole calling in life!  So, you can imagine what went through her mind when the slow, routine proceedings were suddenly interrupted by a bunch of rowdy, garishly-dressed stallions singing numbers from "The Pony Pirates of Penzance" at the top of their lungs, especially when one of them physically carried her off to their pirate airship.  It was just the sort of thing that reignited one's passions in life.

 

It was also the best thing to ever happen to Lucky, as the mare which he carried off soon proved to be about the only pony that could safely talk him down from such ventures as these, acting as a ballast-weight for the young Baron.  At the same time, the challenge of hosting a smooth venture with him always willing to come over and do... well, what he did provided just the sort of stimulating challenge that she relished.  And so, to absolutely nopony's surprise, they were soon wed.

 

To recount the subsequent adventures of "Lucky" Horseshoe Psmith would be mere padding, aside from the fact that he and Serene have raised a son, Wordsworth, who regards his father's eccentrics with a patient amusement.  Now that his son has grown up and left the house, however, the stallion has begun to feel bored and restless again, providing something more than the regular challenge to his wife.  At some point, perhaps, she may just give up an unleash him on to the Canterlot Public once again...

 

Character Summary/Personality:  "Lucky" Horseshoe Psmith is an eccentric aristocrat who has logged enough years of life to not really care about restraining himself.  If a notion comes into his head, or happens to be planted there by another pony, he will take and run with it.  Many a con pony has found themselves non-plussed by this supposedly easy mark turning himself into their business partner.  He's a fun-loving pony, and those close to him love him dearly, but all admit that he can be very trying to live with...

[Blueblood]

And finished!

[RainbowFoxxy]

AAaaand, looks good to me! Passing this up

[Bellosh]