Pegasus Wick Bastion

[Remedy]

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Name: Witticus "Wick" Bastion

Sex: Male

Age: Stallion

Species: Pegasus

Pelt Color: White

Mane/Tail Markings Color & Style: Light gray mane/tail kept long, usually worn down unless otherwise instructed to do otherwise.

Eye Color: Gray

Cutie Mark: An unlit candle in a candle holder.

Wick got his nickname as a young colt. He would help his parents make candles. More specifically, he would cut the wicks. From where they emerged from the wax-- to the tip of the string-- they would all be the exact same length, right down to the millimeter. Even when he grew out of this wick-cutting phase, the name stuck. It was a form of endearment that he would not take away from them. What he didn't know was that even if candle-making wasn't going to be his special talent, it would be closely related.

One frigid night at the candle factory, his parents were working extra hours as demanded of their employer. Worried that something had happened, Wick came to the factory looking for them. There were hundreds of candles lit all over the place. Sure, it was cold, but was it necessary to create a fire hazard? The owner of the facility didn't think so, and accidentally knocked over one of the candles. You can only imagine what happened then. A building of stone and wood engulfed in flames... or that's what would have happened if Wick wasn't there. There was a peculiar twitch in his wings... and somehow, this pegasus knew what he was supposed to do.

A cute mark appeared on his flank as he flew into the air. A strong gust of air manifested with the flap of his wings, and the wind wrapped around the room, capturing the renegade flames in its funnel. As the gust crackled into non-existence, so did the fires and the fears of everyone still inside. That night, he was brought home to a delicious dinner and praise from his family. Since then he has been working on his candle-extinguishing techniques, on smaller and massive scales. It's a fascination that he believes only he can understand. You will often see him blowing out candles, relighting them, and blowing them out again. Rinse and repeat.

Physique: Stocky

Origin: Manehattan

Roleplay Type: Mane RP

Occupation: Unemployed (plans to be hired as a Steward)

Motivation: To provide reliable and spectacular service to ponies everywhere.

Likes: Polished silver, pressed fabrics, freshly printed newspapers, waxed marble, and the overlooked things in life.

Dislikes: Dirt, all kinds of dirt, all forms and species of dirt. Cannot love or tolerate dirt.

Character Summary: Born and raised among lower-class candle-makers in Manehattan, this pegasus has been the apple of his parents’ eyes since he was a young colt. He is often referred to as 'Wick'-- a nickname only used by his friends and family. Although raised alongside an older brother and sister, Wick was always the unspoken ‘favorite’. He would do his daily chores without question-- perfectly-- even going as far as to take on the responsibilities of his siblings so that they wouldn’t have to stress over them. His siblings took advantage of this compulsive behavior, as siblings do, however unbeknownst to their younger brother: he was glad to do things for his family that made them happy. This persistent behavior inspired his parents to save up and send him to a prestigious Butler Academy in Manehattan. They told him that perhaps he would get the chance to live extravagantly among the rich ponies, even if as a steward.

The young colt didn’t understand what his parents meant-- because to him being among his family was living extravagantly. He soon discovered why they chose the Butler Academy like they did. It was a compulsive paradise. The Academy was gorgeous, polished, and it smelled of lavender always. His humble upbringing made him an outcast in this pompous society, but Wick quickly adapted and began going by his first name full-time. He learned to be condescending with his cunning, and his wit became more fine-tuned with each interaction.

A combination of his silver tongue and natural talent brought him to the top of his class fairly quickly. This more or less dismissed the concerns that Wick had grown his mane and tail long: an inappropriate appearance for a servant, who traditionally had trimmed manes. In only a few days time, he will graduate as top butler of his year.

A few rich ponies already have their eyes on hiring him right after he is handed his degree. Who the lucky pony is remains a mystery among them, but so far he has met with several of these potential employers.

Only one of them stood out from the rest. A stubborn and confident stallion named Maximillian Rockefilly Jr. stole the spotlight in Wick’s mind, so to speak. He was taken by the manner in which the pony spoke; he was honest and precise-- a tune that Wick knew very well. A careful deduction of his options led Wick to determine that he would approach Mr. Rockefilly and accept his invitation.

Since his admission into the Academy, he has seen very little of has family, but they write to each other constantly. Leaving the Academy after the many years he lived there is frightening to the pegasus, and this fear is written of often in his letters. He knew that very soon it would be “his chance to swim in an ocean that his family had merely dipped their hooves into.”

[Bannhammer]

I am bannhanmer and I am totally ok with this character having previous experience with Max

[RCTwilightSparkle]

[Skye]

A butler! Next we'll be seeing Batmare.