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Frost Bite [Final]

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Roleplay Type: Mane

Name: Frost Bite

Sex: Female

Age: Young Mare

Species: Unicorn

Eye Color: A once sparked green has been reduced to a dull shade of forest green.

Coat Color: Deep Blue

Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: A lighter shade of icy blue adorns Frost's mane and tail. Her mane and tail along with her coat are rather unkempt due to her overall forgetfulness, as well as the constant 'demanding' labor she puts herself through.

Physique: Rather short in stature for a fully grown mare. Frost Bites's eyes frequently look bloodshot due to the sleepless nights she spends writing music, among other things.

Cutie Mark: A swirl of different musical notes.

Origin/Residence: Born and raised in Manehattan

Occupation: Self-employed "musical revolutionary". Although to be honest Frost Bite is regularly tight on bits, so she works restaurants and clubs. But frequently quits or gets fired, causing her to hop around from one job to the other.

Motivation: To break down the plain borders of musical genre.

Likes: The night, Frost is a night-pony, and often can be found sleeping during the day. Frost Bite Also enjoys musical experimentation, she has held and played many instruments and is always looking to learn more.

Dislikes: People that ask about her music. Strangely enough, she is quick to exit conversations if they stray to close to her personal hobbies.

Character Summary:

Frost Bite has always been a little "odd". Even as a filly she constantly baffled her parents by not being interested, or downright skipping things that many young ponies would die for. Being brought up in a rich family living in the upper crust of Manehattan, Frost Bite was showered by gifts and toys at a young age, the filly got whatever she wanted. Extravagant birthday parties, friends, toys, food. If the blue unicorn wanted it, it was done. But Frost Bite rarely asked for anything, other than instruments. She would lock herself up in her apartment sized room and cause quite a ruckus day and night. Frost Bite became so reclusive and anti-social her parents became quite worried for her. Frost Bite was whisked away to an Sunset Shores Boarding School Needless to say, Frost Bite was miserable as the instructors tried to whip her up into a civilized young mare. The years Frost Bite spent at that dreaded boarding school proved to be the most dull years of her young life. Though she did get something cool out of it.

Filly Frostbite never really got the social aspects of life, especially during her boarding school years. She would spend most of her time shut up in her room and experiment with her instruments. Everypony thought of her as a freak, that is until they actually heard her music.

Frostbite sulked into her room after another day of etiquette and all that horseapples. She flopped onto her bed and stared up at the plain white ceiling that housed the plain white ceiling fixture that gave out plain white light. "Uhg." The border-line mare groaned to herself. "Everything is just so... plain!" She exclaimed in exasperation. Frost Bite jolted onto her feet and smacked herself with her hooves. "Of course." She muttered in concentration, swept up in one of her 'moods'. As Frost Bite mumbled incoherently to herself she took out a trumpet with her hooves and a guitar with her horn. Now, let's see if I don't screw up this time. The old filly muttered to herself as she positioned the guitar on her hooves and moved the trumpet into place by magic.

Now usually the other students would flee in terror at the first note of Frost Bite's melodies, but this time was different. This time the two distinct instruments flowed together in an unorthodox, quirky sort of way. Nonetheless, it was actually quite good. While Frost Bite was playing, some of her dorm-mates had come out of hiding after getting a better look at her music. Pretty soon, the whole dorm-room had gathered around Frost Bite's creaked open door. Frost Bite didn't notice one bit. Her gritty guitar chords coupled with the face tempo of her trumpet blended nicely, and an excellent solo sent the small crowd into an uproar.

"Miss Bite!" Frost Bite, who had been playing for a good ten minutes, was rudely interrupted by the head mistress of the academy, Bicker Britches. "What is it this time?" Frost Bite moaned in disdain, obviously annoyed. Bicker Britches strutted up to her, a look of contempt on her face. "Now miss Bite, we have told you time and time agai-" Bicker Britches stopped her speech abruptly, now transfixed with Frost Bite's flank. "What, what is it?" Frost Bite said, growing more agitated by the second. She tossed her head, looking at her flank. There, fresh and new, was her cuite mark. A swirl of musical notes that seemed to go on forever until one's vision got muddled by squinting. "Oh, well look at that." The usually dead-pan filly said with mild satisfaction. "So, do I still get detention?"

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I've taken a look over the app and, whilst the background goes a little into Fic-style territory, you seem to cover the basics well enough and know what you want this character as far as what they want and who they are is concerned, and that's pretty much good enough for this Helpstaff!

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Onwards to the next step in this applications journey - where it'll hopefully reach it's desired Accepted status!

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