Here goes for a sixth character, and my first G3 on C03. I am assuming I can’t stamp her myself though
I couldn’t find Crystal Crown’s name on the Taken list, so I’m hoping she’s still free. Otherwise, it's going to wreck my plans entirely. And sorry if this appears long, but I tried to be thorough and I got a little carried away with the sample RP.
Name: Crystal Crown (called Crown, but some evil tongues call her Crone)
Age: 20
Type: earth
Symbol: blue crown with a dotted pink heart behind it and a sea green heart on top
Colors: pearly mint green body and white hair with iridescent tinsel. Her eyes are cornflower blue with sea green highlight and a pink star, and her white hoof mark is on her left hoof.
Powers (if any): none
Description/temperment (how they act, nice, shy, ect): Crystal Crown is, to say the least, a little “off”. She used to be a magic-dreaming, love-wishing, wistful little pony who loved the nature and believed that wishes could come true. Now she still believes in magic dreams and wishes that come true, but it is no longer an innocent little game she plays. It has become a reality to her. She has fallen into her own world, filled with things that are not real and friends who aren’t there anymore. She is the kindest pony in the world, and offers to help anyone that asks, and is always polite and gentle and friendly, but as one comes to know her, one will come to notice that she does not live in the same world with the rest of the ponies, and this makes her frightening to many people. She may do things that would not be sensible to sane ponies but that she firmly believes to be completely logical, even essential. She can spend hours and hours on end sitting by what she calls her Wishing Well and repeat some silly gesture which she believes will make her wishes come true, or talk with people only she can see.
Birthplace (or place of the majority of residence): Ponyville
History: Crown was born in Ponyville to a happy and well-to-do family. Her father owned a relatively comfortable book shop called Fairytails (a very old bookshop, the kind where you can get really old classics and there was also a second-hand-section in the store; no coffee service though
). Her mother worked as an actress, so that paid off as well, but it also meant Crown didn’t see her mother as much as she might have wished she did. Not that this used to bother her much; she loved her father and his bookstore, and spent most of her time there. That was where she found the old fairytales and other magical stories, which touched her deeply. She used to ask her father if he knew there really was magic in the world, and her father would wink and say that maybe there was a fairy watching over her right at that very moment.
This only served to set off little Crown’s imagination, of course. She would dream herself an entire world filled with magic and wonder, just around the corner. Whenever she would go outside, she would listen to any jingles of fairy wings, and look out for the shadow of a disappearing elf. She took it as her weekly habit to go out to the large old well near her home, and throw in a coin from her weekly allowance, and make a wish. She was certain that in a well that old there must be magic, and though her wishes never came true, she never stopped believing.
Her life changed, as did so many other ponies’, with the wars that swept over Ponyville. In the chaos many evils came together. Crown didn’t know much about the battles raging between the Rainbows, nor did she know much about the Gods and the Mages and everything else that those in the centre of the action were aware of. In her little circle, all that mattered was her parents and the little magical world she had built for herself. And when, one night, someone came into the little apartment above the bookstore, creeping through the night silently as the shadows themselves, Crown could not expect the horror that would follow. She had been restless that night, and had snuck downstairs into the bookstore to read a book to calm her nerves and perhaps to get some sleep. That was how she was spared from the fate of her parents – the murderer never knew she was in the house. As she returned upstairs she found her parents dead in their bed, blood everywhere. The sight was too much for her sensitive mind. She never recovered from the shock – or did, in her own way. She was found only a few days later, when concerned neighbours had called a police to check up on the place since there had been no movement in there for so long. What they found shocked them. Crown sat still in her parents’ bedroom, in the middle of a blood puddle, smiling oddly. As she was spoken to, she would answer, but didn’t seem to see at all what was around her and couldn’t comprehend the questions asked of her. She was never suspected of the crime, as bloody footprints leading downstairs were found – stallion’s footprints – and so she got to get on with her life after her parents had been buried.
What was left of her life, anyway. She still keeps the bookstore, which seems to be one of the few everyday life things she can comprehend with a fair amount of accuracy, but she has never been the same since. Now she goes to the well daily, and sometimes might forget to open her store for days on end and just sit around singing chants only she can understand. She calls the well her very own Wishing Well now, and encourages children to throw in coins and make wishes. She has taken to wearing a shiny metallic damsel’s hat and cape every time she goes to the well, believing herself the Princess of the Wishing Well. She keeps telling everyone that her parents will be right back, they are just out meeting her guardian angel, and they will be back. She keeps her parents bedroom tidy and clean, and every evening sets out roses in strange patterns on their bed, obviously again a magical ritual which only she can understand. This is how she has been living ever since the last war in Ponyville. Some evil tongues have begun calling her “Crone”, but she doesn’t appear to understand nor care what this really means.
Sample RP:
Crown snuck downstairs as quietly as she could. She didn’t want to wake her parents. Her mother had had a long day, and she didn’t want to bother them in any case. She knew her way around without her father well enough by now. She looked around the shelves as she got down. Nothing on the shelves here took her fancy at the moment, so she chose to go to the second-hand section. There was a greater fluctuation there, and she was sure to find something calming from there.
She spent quite some time looking at the shelves and trying to decide which book to take, but finally she made her choice and sat down comfortably on the little armchair her father had insisted on dragging into the store. There was another one in the main room, but she felt like sitting there in the dark, with only the candlelight and no windows. So Crown just sat there, not even noticing that before long the candle burned out and it became dark. She was dreaming of wonderful lands far away, and a prince that would one day come for her; she was a princess herself, wasn’t she, a princess of dreams, yes… it was all so perfect…
ClingelingHer dream paused. She looked up and frowned. That was the jingle of the little bell above the main door. That was odd. Her father never went outside at this hour.
She hesitated for a moment, but then put the book away and got on her feet. She went carefully to the door leading to the main room. She couldn’t see anything, everything was dark and the moon shone softly in through the windows. She was about to turn back, thinking she had heard a fairy’s wings jingle and mistaken it for the door, when she suddenly noticed something dark on the floor. Now this was even stranger. She could swear those stains hadn’t been there when she had got down the stairs.
Quietly, she trotted to the other room. It was too dark for her to see what the stains were but they did appear to be some kind of footprints. She frowned, still not comprehending what all this could mean. Was her father playing tricks on her?
“Dad?” she asked as she took a step on the stairs, looking behind her a little uncertainly. There had been a jingle, she was sure of it now. But she couldn’t see anyone out there. Maybe that someone had went in instead of out? That logic sounded even stranger to her, but as this seemed to resemble now one of the stories she always read to her amusement, she gathered her courage. This was obviously a ghost story. So she should act accordingly. Attempting to look frightened – which she really wasn’t, because she thought it was all just some practical joke of her father’s – she started up the stairs.
The footprints led into her parents’ room. She followed them quietly, unsuspecting, and pushed the door open. As she saw two figures huddled on the bed she stepped inside and spoke as she switched on the lights.
“Dad, this isn’t really that f…”
Her words caught into her throat. Her eyes went wide and her heart froze along with her feet. The vision that met her in the plastic light of the lamp was horrifying beyond her comprehension. Her parents lay on the bed, huddled together, in positions too vulgar for Crown to look at, yet she had to. They had been placed there, as though on display, and there were rose petals spread all around them. It would have been beautiful had it not been so terrible. Blood stained everything in the room, and her mother’s eyes stared at her, lifeless and empty. Her father’s eyes didn’t stare at all, as they were not there anymore. Millions of sickening details poured over the filly, and she simply couldn’t close her eyes. Couldn’t look away.
Blink. She finally managed to close her eyes, press her eyelids against the tears that were bound to come. And as the merciful darkness wrapped around her, she embraced it; weeping, she fell into it, and she would never come out. Never, never… never…
…never…
…never…