Pegasus Snowflake (Final)

[CherryRie]

Snowflake

Name:

Snowflake

Species:

Pegasus

Sex:

Female

Age:

Filly, verging on Marehood

Eye Colour:

Sapphire

Coat Colour:

White

Roleplay Type:

Equestria Rp

Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style:

Glaucous

(#6082B6), an almost grey blue. Both are kept straight and sensible, though she has lately been introduced to this amazing place called a ‘salon’. As a result her mane and tail styles keep changing based on what her Peers tell her is ‘in’ this week. Most recently she had the tips bleached in an attempt to be more adventurous… the look doesn’t suit her.

Physique:

Short and stocky, countered by slightly larger than usual wings, due to early development. This is an inherited family trait from her father. A rampant sweet tooth during foalhood has left her somewhat heavier than most pegasi of her age. Not that she’s over weight or anything, but podgier then she’d like to be. “... Celestia, I’m fat....”

Cutie Mark:

Three light blue feathers, arranged in a circle tip to quill.

Origin/Residence:

Cloudsdale

Occupation:

Student at Cloudsdale Collage, part time volunteer at flight school

Motivation:

Though her aim in life is a career in Atmospheric sciences (this alone says a lot about her) the freedom of the open air is her true unsung passion. Back in reality, along with exam pressures, part time job seeking and desperation to please her parents, Snow is also going through something of an identity crisis. She wants to shed her nerdy reputation as a metrological know-it-all and be one of the popular fillies, and takes great lengths to emulate any personality she perceives as ‘cool’. So yeah, about as complicated as any teen’s life.

Likes:

Weather studies (dur). Happy foals. High altitude flying.

Dislikes:

Being perceived as ‘nerdy’. Has trouble interacting with ponies her own age. Being overweight (even slightly "Be right back, going on a diet")

Character Summary:

Certain schools of infant psychology have suggested that a foal’s developmental path can be influenced through the environment it is exposed too. As the famous head doctor, Waler Whitherson said; “Give me a pony, a unicorn and a Pegasus, and I’ll give you the farmer, the baker and the candlestick maker, regardless of species or cutie mark.”

While it is true that Mr’ Waler himself went on to disregard his life of education in favour of performance ballet, his statement still stands the test of time. If he were still practicing psychology, it is likely that Snowflake would have been used as a prime example in one of his many lively debates.

Born and raised in Cloudsdale, both of the filly’s parents were heavily involved in the weather industry and related sciences. Mrs Snow Drop started out as a weather mare for the small town around the Nimbus lakes, later climbing the herd hierarchy to become the coordinator for the Nimbusguite highlands. Meanwhile her father, Mr Summer Breese, started out as a grad student of Cloudsdale university, later becoming a meteorologist, specialising in designing weather for agriculture. As a result, the young Snowflake was brought up in an environment of sciences and weather books. Much to her parents’ delight, by schooling age she was beginning to show a genuine interest in the mechanics of weather production and a talent for understanding the processes involved.

Counterintuitive to this was the foals gradual disenfranchisement with the sky and flying in general. While her school peers saw bouncy fluffy cloud fields, Snowy saw super-compressed moisture suspended on a geo-stable thermal cell. She didn’t see the point in racing through the sky like a mad thing; all it achieved was messing up the atmospheric swells and making the participant sweaty. At school Snowflake was seen as the class know-it-all, a post which, in accordance with some universal law of the classroom, was disliked by all up until they needed help with their homework. Despite having friends who all loved flying, they simply couldn’t convince the young pony that the sky was anything more than a work space. The world was, in some odd way, completely unremarkable to the growing Pegasus.

Then came the summer that would change her way of thinking forever. The first summer of Flight Camp. Early development in wings and excellent flying skills were running traits in her father’s side of the family, so there were certain expectations following close behind. But disinterest in aeronautical exploits and a rampant sweet tooth had left her more then a little chubby. So; nonathletic? Check. Overweight? Check. Nerdy, a definite check! Over all a perfect recipe for foalhood drama. Suffice to say, she might have well have been wearing a ‘kick me’ sign.

Exasperated at the belittling and bewildered at the exhaustive training regime, Snowflake began to realise that she actually missed flying in general. Camp had turned a liberating act into a chore and focus of most negative points in her life. After a particularly disastrous day, the filly decided that she needed to escape. While the rest of the flight group gathered around the instructor, Snowflake lifted her over sized wings, felt the breeze between her primaries and tilted them just enough to lift her steadily from the cloud base. Unbeknown to her she had been shedding pounds throughout the unforgiving training. By the time the adult pegasi had noticed the filly’s absence, she was already several hundred feet above, circling slowly as she rode a predictable updraft from the sky town.

Snowflake herself had phased out most of her accent, barely needing to concentrate on the powerful equations that turned the curving of her feathers into gradual uplift through the cloudless air. As she rose past the last of the cirrus layer, heedless of the tutor’s vain attempts to reach her extraordinary altitude, the question that bugged her so much came back through the roaring air. What was it that made the sky so wonderful to her friends- neigh, every Pegasus? It was all just maths, complicated but nothing more then numbers and symbols on a chalk board.

Then it happened. The texture air suddenly shifted, becoming utterly still, thin and devoid of the familiar currents. Unwittingly she had reached the zenith between layers of atmosphere. Above her, mighty winds raced across the sky like a rip tide. Forced to level out, Snowflake looked around and took in her surroundings for the first time since leaving the training base .

For the eternity of a single breath, she saw the wonderful truth of the world. Under a beautiful sunset, the lands of equestrian stretch outwards in a vast infinite plane. Swirling across its grand expanse, cloud systems danced around one another. Within every system, dozens of clouds, both fluffy cumulus and foreboding grey thunderheads repeated the pattern until the perpetual waltz exceeded the most elegant of ballet’s.

By the time her hooves touched down on the clouds of flight camp, Luna’s moon was already shining high above. There was a colossal fuss, but the foal wandered through it in a blissful daze, giving frustratingly few answers to the frantic training staff.

When the next day’s training began Snowflake sailed through at a leisurely pace, much to the frustration of the over baring speedster coach. Despite the stallion's pushing, she flew lazily through the slalom with barely any effort, simply content to enjoy the renewed sensation of flight.

Later that night, after completing the obstacle course at a steady glide, a young colt joined her at dinner and asked her how come she was acting so strangely. As week a flyer as she had been, the colt had barely managed to get off the ground and genuinely wondered how it was that she wasn't struggeling so much anymore.

“I saw something in the Zenith.” she replied happily “I used to think the world must be amazing to others because the didn’t know how it worked. But the truth is, it’s amazing because it works at all.”

“Flying is not a physical act where you flap about to get from place to place.” She had confided as the cutie mark appeared on her flank “It is as much a state of mind. Trust your wings and feel the air around them. If you cannot control them very well, then let them become part of the wind. The breeze is born knowing how to fly, and so were you.”

That night the foal followed Snowflake on a midnight glide, flying under his own power for the first time in his life.

Since then her life has progressed like many foals and fillies before. She finished school and moved on to Cloudsdale collage at her father’s behest, studying Aerology. Even with her fresh outlook on life, things were never going to be perfect. Hay, they wouldn’t be very interesting if they were, would it? Following her friends to Cloudsdale collage, her nerdy studious nature began to drive a deeper gulf between herself and the now popular click. It wasn't until the autumn prom that she came to realise just how boring she was becoming, after her date to the prom abandoned her in the middle of a random lecture on Cirrus cloud formation. This revelation hit her almost as hard as the last; even Snowflake didn’t like Snowflake.

And thus the rocky road to marehood began with a knock on her old friend’s door and an impromptu visit to the salon. Developing insecurities about her appearance, she now constantly tries to reinvent herself, imitating behaviours she sees in her friends and changing her look ever few weeks. At present she has adopted something the rest of the click calls ‘the Indy look’. Suffice to say it doesn't suit her, though it would take Celestia herself saying so to convince the young filly otherwise.

Regular as clock work Snow still returns to flight camp every year, originally as a pupil, then as a volunteer instructor. Having finally passed the basic instructor course, this year could be her first time as a paid member of staff, if she plays her cards right. She utterly loves working with young foals and is often seen as the big sister in the camp to the first year campers.

Personality wise, Snowflake is normally somewhat zen around those she feels comfortable with, but is easily flustered around ponies of her own age. This will likely fade with time as she comes to accept herself rather then worrying about fitting in.

Perks:

Meditative advice. Zen flight. Basic leadership. Big sister.

Quirks:

Socialy awkward; Peers. Identity crisis. Euphoria through Zenith flying.

[Bramble Rose]

"I am a leaf on the wind, watch how I float."

I like this character idea, though it bounces around a little between the geeky and the zen distractedness. It's really lovely, though. The part that *hit* me was when she hit the zenith, and everything came in on her, the sense of beauty. That's a feeling that ... people spend their lives trying to find.

Or find again.

[CherryRie]

"I am a leaf on the wind, watch how I float."

I like this character idea, though it bounces around a little between the geeky and the zen distractedness. It's really lovely, though. The part that *hit* me was when she hit the zenith, and everything came in on her, the sense of beauty. That's a feeling that ... people spend their lives trying to find.

Or find again.

Thankyou so much Bramble ^_^

Sorry for the bounciness. I wanted to try and imply that, while the revelation she experienced changed her life, it didn't mean that it changed who she fundamentally was. This is something Snowflake herself is only just coming to realise as she advances through her teens. When she's older and wiser, no doubt she'll find that peaceful state comes far more easily, but for the time being; Yay hormones!

Do you think I should tone down some of the sciency stuff to compensate?

[brianblackberry]

Thankyou so much Bramble ^_^

Sorry for the bounciness. I wanted to try and imply that, while the revelation she experienced changed her life, it didn't mean that it changed who she fundamentally was. This is something Snowflake herself is only just coming to realise as she advances through her teens. When she's older and wiser, no doubt she'll find that peaceful state comes far more easily, but for the time being; Yay hormones!

Do you think I should tone down some of the sciency stuff to compensate?

I don't think so, she can still have her philosophical views on life and her beliefs and practices in zen and still have her love of Atmospheric sciences. She is fine.

[CherryRie]

Vonderba Brian! Well, I've added the final tag and removed that italics from the begining of her character summery. She's all set and ready to go ^^,

[flutterscotch]

I like her. She's an equal balance of the beauty of the harmonious results of mathematics...and the boring figuring it out in formula form aspect.

[brianblackberry]

For Great Justice!

[Skye]

Very in depth, very nicely done!