Unicorn Quick Temper [final]

[Parodius]

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria RP (AKA Main RP)

Name: Quick Temper

Sex: Male

Age: Stallion

Species: Unicorn Pony

Eye Color: #52ACE0, RGB 82, 172, 224 ######

Coat Color: #BD59FF, RGB 189, 89, 255 ######

Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: blonde and wavy

Mainly #ECED8D, RGB 236, 237, 141 ######

Darker streaks of #CECF6F, RGB 206, 207, 111 ######

Physique: Somewhat slender, dapper appearance. Same blue-color collar and cuffs.

Cutie Mark: A piece of wrapped taffy and a chocolate bar.

Origin/Residence: Located in Manehattan, but makes deliveries to other towns.

Occupation: Candy maker

Motivation: To bring smiles to his fellow pony with his delicious treats.

Likes: (optional) songs, making candy, making CHOCOLATE, seeing others enjoying his candy.

Dislikes: (optional) the repeated accusation of candy being bad, a gloomy face

Character Summary:

Quick Temper was born in bea-UTIFUL Manehattan to a pair of ponies with their own pasta restaurant, noted for their excellent fresh-made noodles. As a foal, he helped out when he could, though often he wound up under-hoof, more often than not. Foals will be foals, after all, and doubly so when they're eager to find their special talent in life. He often watched with fascination as desserts were made, and was often chased out of the kitchen by amused, yet exasperated parents.

In school, he was always glad to help his friends, and often snuck some dessert from the restaurant to share with the teacher and the class when holidays came around, delighting in the happy faces it brought. Once he had managed to pick up a few cooking tips from his parents, sometimes the treats were made by him even. They were... okay, but not great. They still brought appreciation from his classmates.

One day... disaster struck. One of his friends wound up falling out of a tree and getting laid up in bed with a broken leg. He would visit them often, but they would only stare out the window with such a terrible expression. He tried anything he could to cheer them up. He tried singing. He tried balloons. He tried sneaking them some cake from his restaurant. Nothing worked. Then, to his luck, his friend mentioned, just as a passing comment, really, that the thing he missed the most from out of the hospital was the the chocolate and the candy from a store down the street from where he lived.

Assuring his friend he would be right back, he ran as quick as he could to that store. Anything to cheer up his friend. As he ran up to it, a gaggle of laughing foals enjoying their candy came out of the store. To him, it was only further proof that it should cheer his friend up! Into the store he went, only to find, much to his disappointment, that what candy the store usually had was already gone. They didn't carry a large supply, and their order hadn't arrived yet.

He pleaded, begged, and beseeched the store owner for just a piece, yet how could one sell something that just wasn't there to be sold? Dejected, he left the store. Looking down, he wondered. How could he cheer his friend up now? With a frown and a determined stomp of his hoof, he made a decision. If he couldn't buy some candy to give his friend, gosh darn it, he would MAKE some candy to bring a smile to them! He was off! Off to the library, the bookshelf at home, then into his room. He gathered every cookbook he could find, he furiously turned through page after page. Each book he finished, at first, he set aside, eventually getting more frustrated. Pile of books narrowed down, he shoved the ones that weren't at all useful outside his door.

Concerned parents, after a cursory attempt to calm him, or at least get him to stop long enough for dinner, left him to his furious reading. That night, their peaceful slumber was disturbed by a terrible racket in the kitchen. Pots and pans, the colt had commandeered, along with chairs and step stools to reach everything as he rushed to check one book, to add an ingredient, to check a different book, to stir something, to taste. He poured his creation onto the counter. From what he read in the books, it didn't seem too different than what he saw his dad doing every day with the noodles. Floating the cooling mass of melted sugar with his magic, he began pulling and folding, pulling and folding... working more air into the candy.

In the morning, Quick Temper's parents found a pile of pots and pans in the sink, and a sticky, young colt, fast asleep, and surrounded by brightly colored pieces of taffy, all individually wrapped in wax paper. Later, after a bath and a good amount of sleep, he loaded up a basket with the taffy and brought it to his friend. As his friend unwrapped a piece of the taffy, Quick Temper hopefully looked on. One piece... then another... a wide smile slowly spread on his friend's face. The best he'd ever had, proclaimed his friend, giving a great big hug. A twinkle of light drew Quick Temper's attention back to his flank, and he was soon smiling just as widely as his friend.

Personality-wise, he's easy to get along with. Pleasant, friendly, and jovial, unlike what one might think with a name like his. In fact, his name has little to do with anger at all, and more to do with chocolate. To melt chocolate is to temper it. If he does anger, it is slow to come, yet quick to go, if a bit intense if he ever does briefly lose his calm. He is all too glad to share his treats, though he does need to charge a little while working at his modest little candy store or using his cart to visit other towns. It's a small shop, yet loaded from wall to wall with so many types of sweets.

At times, he might be a tad too forgiving, from having ponies assume he'd be quick to anger all the time, due to his name.

((Props to Ghostie for helping designhis appearance. I hope it was lots of fun!))

((Pic by GhostGirl))

[Imagination]

Kudos on the name! Very clever indeed.

[Skye]