Earth Pony Hotstep

[Mutt]

[ Pony Related Character ]

Name: Hotstep

Gender: Male

Age: Colt

Species: Pony

Pelt Color: Coquelicot, a brilliant red with the bares hints of a sunny orange.

Mane/Tail Color & Style: Habenero Black, Mane feathered, tail braided.

Eye Color: Ulysses Butterfly ... It's a blue okay? A very deep and specific blue.

Cutie Mark: Black horseshoes, turned up and hooked together, holding rose petals and peppers.

Physique: Lithe, flexible, powerful and spicy. A pretty masculine, a dancer's body.

Residence: Wherever his hooves take him! Also a quaint villa to the south of Canterlot.

Occupation: Dancer... And a delicious, handsome wanderer.

Motivation: The magic and beauty.... Of dance! Teaching it, doing it! Mostly doing it, it fills his heart with joy!

Likes: Flamenco, swing, quickstep, spicy foods, horchata, dragonfruit, the ponies ( All the ponies! There is sofar no-one he does not like! ), the toque, and the castanets. Notable for preferring the Hembra in his left hoof and the Macho in his right. How he works them is anypony's guess, but he does.

Dislikes: Moshing, Pogo, Big Spiders, and injuries.

Character Summary: Hotstep is a brilliantly colored pony of youthful flair. Rarely seen without his flamencoat, white and silver trimming, and his black shoes, unless requiring a more appropriate dress for whatever style of dress for whatever dance he may be performing. Strong, enduring, a brilliantly shiny coat and decidedly Latin flavor. There is nothing in his life he loves more than expressing himself with dance, and dancing just to dance! A colt, he still has much to learn, but, as he has been dancing, dancing, dancing! since he was foal he has a repertoire all of his own already, and is trying to fuse the Latin Schools of dance with the Funk and Hip-Hop. Notably, he has also been experimenting with Popping subsets and Hardcore subsets. His desire is proving to be, difficult. It is hard enough for a pony to dance on two legs! But with his experience, he manages.

It all started many years ago, when he was just a little chile in his Mama's eye. Living with his mama and the papa, on a small villa which grew many beans, corns and peppers, he was a very happy child. A homeschooled student, he knows not of fancy pony magics or stories, nor math, nor science! His sweet, beautiful mama, pale and smooth like a well pressed bread taught him how to grow and pick many plants, and his pap, his brilliant, handsome papa, a black stallion with a fearsome soul, taught him the ways of the Flamenco, the heart of the music, the language of the dance! From a young age, he was fascinated with the dance, and tried to learn all he could. He would ask his papa to teach him the steps, "Papa, teach me how to move to the music!", and his papa would pat shakes his head, pat little Hotstep on the head, and simply give a warm laugh. He would then say "Little Hotstep, you still do not understand. When you do, I shall teach you." and Hotstep would reply, "But papa, the dance is so beautiful, I must learn!" His father would smile, comfortingly looking deep into his eyes for a time, and satisfied, he would reply "One day, you will."

That day came, one night during one of his father's performances. The toque rolling in his chest, the sound of the castanets in his ears, he felt a moving, warming sensation he never had before. Little Hotstep was no long watching the dance, he was listening to it. Every step, every note, every click. It was not just an art, it was a story, his father was bearing his soul and it burned with an intensity as powerful as the night stars. Hotstep smiled, and listened to the story, though he did not understand the words. After the performance, on the way home he spoke a single request to his papa. "Papa, teach me how to speak..." his father stopped, silent for several moments, and Hotstep worried he had done something wrong. Suddenly, he was hefted into the air, up onto his father's back, and spun about. Papa replied with warmth, pride! "Ahh, my son, now you understand! We must celebrate!" they raced home, his papa told his mama, and a great dinner was held with music, dancing and many friends!

His training began the next morning. Little Hotstep listened carefully, obediently, soaking up the instructions his father gave him, and, while he learned so much about the dance, the nature of the heart, the fire of the soul, still he was not satisfied, and though he loved the dance with all his heart, it still was not full, and his cutie mark had not appeared. His family was perplexed, and they scrimped and saved, bit by bit. They took him on a trip, to a comptetition! There, his mind and his heart expanded. He was tken to see the great Latin dancing, but there was so much more! His soul BURNED with glorious fire. No longer did he have a love, he had a passion! Seeing so many dances, he was overwhelmed with wonder and joy, and it was then that he knew this was not just what he wanted to do, it was wanted he wanted in life! He wanted it all! His cutie mark emblazoned into his flank, he returned home and worked hard, saving up, building his body, helping his mama and partnering with his papa.

Eventually, he grew older, and he had saved up enough coins to set out on his own. A young spicy colt, he said goodbye to mama and papa and set out on his own. Crafting a pair of castanets, and purchasing a special shirt, he proudly displays the beginning of his passion for all to see. Traveling and practicing, he is often seen dancing down the roads, on two legs and on four. He dances whenever the urge strikes him, and even has tried to teach himself to dance in his sleep! so far without success. A delicious dancer with fiery soul, he has yet to mature his Duende, he still has so much to learn.

[Skye]

For some reason, I picture his voice of Maurice Chavez from Grand Theft Auto Radio! Approved.

[Mutt]

*youtube search* Deeper then Chavez, and a smidge thicker accent, much less cuban, bit more spanish, some spain, more latin america. But close. GOLDEN BRONZE VOICE. Spicytown.