Unicorn Filly-Rye [Final]

[Halide]

Name: Filly Rye

Sex: Female

Age:Young Mare

Species: Unicorn

Pelt Colour: Golden Brown

Mane/Tail/Markings Colour & Style: Caramel, spotted

Eye Colour: orange

Cutie Mark: Sandwich on a plate

Physique: Somewhat short, fairly sturdy, noticeably round at the middle

Origin: Rural Greater Equestria

Roleplay Type: Mane

Occupation: Chef, student

Motivation: The enjoyment of quality ingredients and attention to detail with food, for both herself and others, as well as enjoying life in general!

Likes: Eating, cooking, jokes, puns, train rides, cloud-watching.

Dislikes: Flu, diets, sprinting, discrimination, hiking, ketchup.

Character Summary:

Filly-Rye is, without a doubt, a happy sort. She is happy when she's cooking, she's happy when she's eating, she's happy when she's talking, she's happy when she's listening, she's happy when she's resting, she's happy when she's exploring, she's happy when she's around other ponies, she's happy when she has a bit of time to herself; generally, she is happy pretty much all of the time. The only times she is not happy is when something or somepony else is seeking to make her miserable, which is very seldom. Of course, this does not make her stupid, nor gullible, nor random, nor naive; she is both clever and attentive in her own right, but she is nonetheless almost permanently cheerful.

However, for all her merriment, Filly-Rye is happiest of all when it comes to delighting her senses of taste and smell, and mostly around food (though flowers still catch her fancy). She delights in the smell of some hot, simmering dish, be it a new experiment or an old favourite, and is more than happy to share what she makes; she often makes a fair bit whenever she does make something, just in case. As much as she enjoys cooking, she enjoys the actual eating part even more, and her somewhat barrel-shaped stature reflects such. Not that she minds, of course, as far as she's concerned it keeps her warm and comfortable. When being offered food, however, she can be a bit particular – though she will happily accept and appreciate something made in somepony else's kitchen, she can be very picky about food that is being paid for, as in a restaurant or cafeteria, and more than once has she taken matters of preparation unto her own horn when at a restaurant that isn't doing things as well as she'd like, which of course has led to some small amounts of trouble from time to time. Those all aside, she also has a love for wine and brandy, though her own capacity to create these is nowhere near her standards for enjoyment.

Of course, a merry disposition and a love of food do not define this young mare, nor do they encompass her being. She is also a mare who enjoys a good laugh, though seldom at the expense of anypony else. Jokes, puns, and clever turns of phrase also bring her delight, and though she's not particularly well-versed in comedy, she still finds great amusement in it. Though not a trouble-maker herself, Filly-Rye does enjoy the occasional prank, even if it happens to be on her, and doesn't ruin anything. That aside, she has an enjoyment in abstract and natural arts, and as such enjoys star-gazing and cloud-watching a fair bit, as well as the occasional stroll through the wilderness.

Filly-Rye's life began on a grain farm, the Wheatcrop farm to be precise, the daughter of an earth-pony stallion and a unicorn mare. Her father's family owned the farm, and much of it worked there, all of them fairly sturdy earth-ponies save for a few exceptions. Her mother, a somewhat fragile unicorn, who had fallen in love and proven able to help out with some of the more intricate work around the farm. Though Filly-Rye had no direct brothers or sisters, there were plenty of members of the Wheatcrop family working the farm, including a number of aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents, so seldom was anypony there at all lonely! The farm life was, of course, a lot of work, but seldom did anypony go cold or hungry, as the farm was fairly productive. Being a cheerful, hard-working sort of course meant that being friends with everypony else in the family came rather easily, and as far as she was concerned, her cousins were as close to her in friendship and understanding as any siblings probably were.

Of course, given her mixed breeding, Filly-Rye didn't quite have the strength or workhorse physique that many of her cousins boasted, nor did she have the grasp on spells and magic that her mother did. Rather, she had a somewhat shy helping of both, proving to be stronger and better with growing food than her mother, but also quicker-witted and more dextrous than most of her cousins. Though, family being family, no-pony boasted or mocked the abilities of anypony else.

However, her foal-hood wasn’t all farm-work, there was also school and learning. As a student, Filly-Rye proved to be one of the brightest foals in her family, and where some of her cousins had been doing a larger share of work on the farm than she had, she did just as much to repay them by helping them in school. Though there wasn't as much for her older cousins that she could do to help, she nonetheless tried her best.

As both Filly-Rye and several of her cousins were getting older, however, the expectations grew larger, and many of her cousins became significantly more capable at farm-work than she, and while she continued to try and keep up, it was fairly clear that she just wasn't built the same way as her purebred cousins. Not that this stopped her from being useful on the farm, of course, but it did mean spending more time around the house than on the fields, and it was then that she started to discover her talents. Rather than plough and sew the fields, Filly-Rye found her hooves much more capable with tending the garden and the smaller plants that grew within, proving to be better with delicate life than most of her family. However, this was only really useful in the spring, summer and fall. As winter began to set in, Filly-Rye tried her horn at sewing and mending, and though she was reasonably capable of fixing a torn cloak or putting together a warm hat, she was no better than anyone else at it. So, still trying to find her talent, Filly-Rye decided to ask her grandmother to teach her to cook.

Of course, Filly-Rye didn't earn her cutie-mark that very day, but it was abundantly clear that the young filly was a quick learner! As she learned how to cook meals, so too did she learn how to critique them – how spices and seasonings tasted, how they worked with various dishes, and the ways in which various methods of cooking could change how a dish turned out. As winter pushed on, so too did her capabilities in the kitchen, and it was only weeks before she was cooking meals for the whole family either with her granny, or entirely on her own!

However, there was one day in particular that stood out that winter – December the Twenty-Second. Winter, being the frigid and generally unforgiving season that it is, tends to give ponies the occasional cold. Colds, on the whole, do not care if one's entire extended family is over for a grand, celebratory Winter's Solstice feast. So, with her granny resting off a cold, and everypony else either entertaining, decorating, or finding a tree to bring to the farm, Filly-Rye was entirely in charge of putting the biggest feast of the year on the table for nearly three dozen family members, both those she lived with and those who were visiting. Armed with only an early start in the morning, a list of recipes to prepare (and the order in which they should be cooked), and maybe enough ingredients for all of them, Filly-Rye set herself to work.

Six different types of bread, four kinds of potatoes, three varieties of salad, two plates of assorted appetizers, baked squash with stuffing, a cranberry and chestnut loaf, two apple pies, a tray of cookies and a layered cake later, dinner was ready to eat, and Filly-Rye was ready to collapse on the spot. However, a little tea and a comfortable seat at the dinner table managed to keep her awake long enough to make it through dinner, and just as everypony was wholeheartedly applauding her solitary efforts, her cutie-mark appeared. Exhausted as she was, the excitement of having gained the sought-after mark fairly early on in her life fuelled her with enough excitement to join in for at least a few hours of festivities, and she still considers it to have been one of the proudest moments of her youth.

Time continued to pass, however, and with time came age for the whole family. Some of Filly-Rye's older cousins were bringing new faces into the family and new ponies into the world, while those her own age were becoming old enough to find lives and homes of their own. As much as her family appreciated her cooking, her efforts around the farm, and her constant smiling, she was realizing that, perhaps, a farm life just wasn't for her, and though she was certainly appreciated, she wasn't entirely needed around the farm. Though she wasn't quite old enough or able enough to own a place to live of her own, the desire to live in one of the towns or cities was growing by the week.

As luck would have it, opportunity came, and it came in the form of a letter. Target, one of her older cousins, had moved to Canterlot some time back, finding work at the university there and living in a rented apartment with a friend. Said friend had, for better or for worse, eloped with a young mare, leaving Target's apartment one pony short. It took very little time for Filly-Rye to realize that Canterlot might be the perfect place for her, and so with a little convincing and some consideration, Filly-Rye left the Wheatcrop farm, making her way to Canterlot in the spring.

Since then, she Filly-Rye has managed to land a job to pay her share of the rent (and, more importantly, for her groceries), and has both applied for and been accepted into one of the more noteworthy universities of Canterlot, taking up a degree in Culinary Arts.

[Centauri]

This seems like a very good application, and I would love to RP with it if/when my own gets accepted.

Reading the application and her history, I noticed that it said very little about her past. What were her parents like? Did they laugh with her or not have enough time for her with their farming? Another point to bring up is where she lives now, along with where she works. As far as my knowledge goes, it's difficult to get a job as a chef in rural areas, so she must live in some sort of town or city.

I think that's it for now. A promising application, and I'm sure it will go well.

[Halide]

I haven't actually finished it at all yet, and have said nothing of where she currently resides, her cutiemark earning, her childhood, or the like. I plan to, as I have in every single other character that I've got, but this lack of things is why this is tagged WiP - short for Work in Progress.

[Centauri]

Oh, of course, and sorry to seem pushy. I simply believed people often wanted feedback before it was tagged as final, else it may be too late to do anything about it before it gets reviewed.

[BlindJester]

Hey, Hailde how is this application coming?

[Halide]

Should be done by tomorrow afternoon.

[MyLittlePonyTales]

How is this Application coming along?

[Halide]

I'll finish it sometime next week. Not sure what to do about her fillyhood or extended family for now. Thinka something soon.

[MyLittlePonyTales]

Alright, don't forget to comment when you've updated the Application.

[MyLittlePonyTales]

How is this Application coming along?

[Halide]

Kay done

[brianblackberry]

This app looks to have everything in spades, and is very detailed. Looking good.

For Great Justice!

[Skye]