Name: Frost Blossom
Gender: Male
Age: Young Adult ~ Adult
Species: Pegasus
Pelt Color: A pale white, soft on the eyes.
Mane/Tail Color & Style: Frost’s mane has two tones; a smokey grey, with highlights of dusty blue. His tail follows similar coloring. Both are long but generally well-kempt, aside from seeming windswept after flights.
Eye Color: A pale blue similar to his mane highlighting.
Cutie Mark: Appears to be a single blooming flower made from ice shards.
Residence: Mostly Cloudsdale, but since the upheaval has relocated to Canterlot.
Occupation: Frost has a hard time keeping employment and often ends up doing small odd jobs to make ends meet. He has been seen most recently working for the mail service, but as for how long that will last, no one really knows.
Talents, Skills: Frost does have a couple of talents, although unremarkable by his standards; he can move clouds and/or disperse them like most Pegasi can, but also has an uncanny ability to predict the amount of moisture a cloud contains just by looking at it. In a sense, he can use this to judge the weather, but considering how the weather is mostly controlled by his peers, Frost finds this knowledge useless and often puts himself down about it.
Likes: Gloomy days/weather (he finds grey skies rather pretty), snow/rain/hail (for the same reason), quiet music, a good book, companionship, quietness.
Dislikes: Loud/sudden noises, crowds, white noise, uptight folks, overbearing heat, his self-defeating nature.
Character Personality:
Frost is as his name suggests; a bit of a cold shoulder towards others, yet very warm hearted. He isn’t shy, per sey, but dislikes most social interaction for how noisy they can be. He is a very calm individual who prefers to observe situations as opposed to acting upon them. This seeming solitude stems back from an uneasy childhood, where his tall, gawky form and reserved nature earned him a lot of flak from his peers.
To this end, Frost cannot trust others very easily, yet those that prove themselves earn a spot in his heart. The few friends and family he has are adored and shown the rare, loveable side Frost keeps hidden away. To most, however, Frost can come off as a sullen fellow, and can often find him staring up at the sky with a blank look. In truth he is thinking about what is, what could have been., what should be. A true contemplator.
He is pretty aloof when comfortable, almost like a completely different pony. Its just hard to crack the timid shell he has, but once broken, Frost truly becomes the Blossom his parents made him out to be.
Bio (optional) :
Even as a colt Frost was always a bit bland, although his parents consistently remarked of his genuity and creativity. He attended school just like other ponies, learned the same material, practiced the same flying… everything about him was seemingly normal, and seemingly boring. Sure, he was teased from time to time about having such a girly surname (what kind of pony names their son Blossom?), but he ignored any naysayers with an upbeat attitude.
Yet while he grew, Frost witnessed something rather unusual… while his peers flanks became adorned with all sorts of odd symbols and marks, his remained blank. All too soon he was labeled a Blank Flank, and with that came endless teasing from the local bullies. Once more, Frost endured it with an outwardly positive demeanor, which turned in his favor one blustery winter afternoon; it was during a bitter gale of wind that Frost felt something pinch his flank, and with one backwards glance, saw the pattern embedded there.
But he still had no clue what it meant, or why he earned it, and was quickly discouraged.
His parents insisted that he was simply a late bloomer (or a late blossom, as they so giddily punned), but Frost was too far gone. In his mind he believed that nothing waited for him in life, that he had no special talent or destiny, and allowed depression to eat him up from the inside. His peers took notice of this and kept their distance, only to fuel his despair further.
It wasn’t until his teen years that he came out from this stupor, the need for bits overcoming his social anxiety. It was then, as he asked around about job openings, did he realize that nothing about him had changed except for the way he viewed himself. Armed with this fact and his parents’ relentless encouragement, Frost entered the working world, another boring pony in the system.
Although jobs are hard for him to keep, Frost is determined to make a difference somewhere… and perhaps learn more about himself in the process.