Post by CandlelightProse on Oct 30, 2011 19:34:58 GMT -5
Name: Graves
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Species: Pegasus
Pelt Color: Brown
Mane/Tail Color & Style ( if applicable ): A messy bunch of maroon and teal, unkempt.
Eye Color: A very light, pale gold.
Cutie Mark ( if applicable ): Shovel
Build: Bulky
Residence: Wandering, from Trottingham
Occupation: Gravedigger
Talents, Skills: His father always told him, when he grew up, the only thing he'd be good for is digging holes, just like him.
Motivation: Searching for a way to immortalize the essence of his father.
Likes: Animals, equality, sand mandalas.
Dislikes: Conversation, noise and overly excited individuals.
Character Personality ( optional ): Quite a quiet pony, he let's his actions do the talking for him. Regarded as somewhat creepy due to this, he reserves himself to those he is very close to. Unfortunately, because of his dislike of their company it doesn't seem most of them end up being ponies... At least live ones BAHAHAHA.
Bio (optional) : Grew up under the care of his father, a gravedigger in Trottingham, he learned early on about the inevitable path that everypony's life leads down to. Desensitized to the thought of death, his father raised him the best a poor gravedigger could. Assisting him at work once he got old enough, ponies in Trottingham treated him just as well as his father, shunned by most of society he emerged into adulthood with close to no education save for the things he picked up on his own.
But as his own life had taught him, his father too followed life's predictable outcome, and he had to move on. With no reason to stay in a town that treated the only being that cared for him in such a way, he traveled without much purpose. Figuring it would only be temporary anyways, just like the rest of Equestria. With only the last token he had to remember him by, he ventured off with just an old shovel.
He turned to art on his journey, trying to grasp on to any purpose he could find, and came across a realization. The living beings may be so fragile, but in art they could be immortalized. Unfortunately, despite his attempts he lacked the skill to really capture what he had been looking so long for. Experimenting with any form he discovered, it was ultimately futile. The specific (yet unhelpful) craft of sand mandalas greatly appealed to him.
"Answers lie beneath the dirt." -Yorick Mori : P
"I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Species: Pegasus
Pelt Color: Brown
Mane/Tail Color & Style ( if applicable ): A messy bunch of maroon and teal, unkempt.
Eye Color: A very light, pale gold.
Cutie Mark ( if applicable ): Shovel
Build: Bulky
Residence: Wandering, from Trottingham
Occupation: Gravedigger
Talents, Skills: His father always told him, when he grew up, the only thing he'd be good for is digging holes, just like him.
Motivation: Searching for a way to immortalize the essence of his father.
Likes: Animals, equality, sand mandalas.
Dislikes: Conversation, noise and overly excited individuals.
Character Personality ( optional ): Quite a quiet pony, he let's his actions do the talking for him. Regarded as somewhat creepy due to this, he reserves himself to those he is very close to. Unfortunately, because of his dislike of their company it doesn't seem most of them end up being ponies... At least live ones BAHAHAHA.
Bio (optional) : Grew up under the care of his father, a gravedigger in Trottingham, he learned early on about the inevitable path that everypony's life leads down to. Desensitized to the thought of death, his father raised him the best a poor gravedigger could. Assisting him at work once he got old enough, ponies in Trottingham treated him just as well as his father, shunned by most of society he emerged into adulthood with close to no education save for the things he picked up on his own.
But as his own life had taught him, his father too followed life's predictable outcome, and he had to move on. With no reason to stay in a town that treated the only being that cared for him in such a way, he traveled without much purpose. Figuring it would only be temporary anyways, just like the rest of Equestria. With only the last token he had to remember him by, he ventured off with just an old shovel.
He turned to art on his journey, trying to grasp on to any purpose he could find, and came across a realization. The living beings may be so fragile, but in art they could be immortalized. Unfortunately, despite his attempts he lacked the skill to really capture what he had been looking so long for. Experimenting with any form he discovered, it was ultimately futile. The specific (yet unhelpful) craft of sand mandalas greatly appealed to him.
"Answers lie beneath the dirt." -Yorick Mori : P
"I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."