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Post by The Archivist on Mar 24, 2015 19:57:05 GMT -5
Name: The Archivist Appearance: (Depicted: The Archivist and his three daughters; Peppermint, Spearmint, and Wintergreen. Art is owned by myself and Conicer) Appearance: The pages peeled away, sliding beneath the wrappings of his neck, to reveal a well worn and lined face. Soft cream fur gave way to silver at the tip of his muzzle, and the black of his mane was flecked with a dusting of snow hairs. Heavy bags rested beneath tired amber eyes.
"It's thankless work I'll tell you..." The Archivist grumbled, as the rest of the pages snaked their way down his body. Despite his age, he still stood a head taller than the younger guard, though his was leaner and much more accustomed to sorting tomes than swinging swords.
"Looking after the archives?"
"What? No, you dunderhead. I keep those three fillies out your hair, and what thanks does it get me? Why, just the other-"
Clothing: Is normally seen in public wearing the silver robe of the Silver Scribes, though now a dark grey from years of wear and tear. Gender: Male Age: Middle-Age Species: Unicorn Pelt Color: Creme Mane/Tail Color & Style: Creme Eye Color: Gold Cutie Mark: An encircled black key. Special Talent is Abjuration Magic. Residence: Canterlot Refugee Camp Occupation: The grimoires are in aisle 37G. No, I don’t have the time to show you where the G Block, and if you can’t read the signs that are everywhere, how the Tartarus do you expect to read those books? Put all written back exactly where you found them, in the condition you found them in. If you so much as think of stealing anything, I’ll have the guards throw you from the highest tower. Leave your bags and belonging on this desk here, and they’ll be returned when you leave. Or incinerated. Depends on how long you take. No, you can’t talk to someone more pleasant, I’m the only here. Best of luck in there, and if you’re not back in three days, we’ll notify your next of kin. And remember… I’m always watching you.
Served as as a member of the Silver Scribes and was Archivist for the (now destroyed) Lower Royal Canterlot Archives. Though singular in title, the Archivist also served as the caretaker, the janitor, the night watchman, the secretary, and sole organizer for the facility. Talents, Skills: - Abjuration Magic (natural talent) - Runic Inscription and Creation - Binding Magic - Equestrian History and Lore Likes: Some stallions desire gold or fame, food or pleasurable company. Within the buried realm of the Archives, there is little want or need or such base things. More exquisite pleasures are sought after. The smell of ink, fresh or ancient, on parchment. The softness of pages against a hoof, and the creak of a well-worn binding opening. The glow of fireflies illuminating the bright calligraphy of yore. The sound of children giggling through those darkened and musty halls, late into the night as they were regaled with tales of gods and devils, of heroes and animals, until one by one the voices die down to peaceful slumber. The knowledge that the three fillies pressed against him were warm, safe, and happy. Dislikes: The chaos that unwanted visitors, scholars, and most guilty of all, his own daughters caused on a daily basis to his carefully kept collection. Special hatred was reserved for those thieves who sought to steal the contents of the Archives for one reason or another, surpassed only for the special pantheon placed in Tartarus for those who would dare hurt his children. Family: “Well, since you’re letting us stay… we thought we could adopt you! We promise to be good fillies and take good care of you, papa!” Wintergreen nodded sagely with a surprisingly assertive tone of finality, leaving no room for argument.
“I’m the one being adopted?” The Archivist blinked in disbelief, just before being pounced by three light green balls of fur.
In addition to looking after the confines of the archives, the Archivist is also the caretaker of Peppermint, Spearmint, and Wintergreen; three orphan triplet unicorn fillies who had been hiding amongst the rows of books. Admittedly perturbed by how easily they had bypassed his defenses, he kicked them out, only for them to make their way back in the following night, and every night afterwards. Eventually, the Archivist grew fond of the little rapscallions, and the arrangement was made permanent. Character Personality: I will tell you this: Books are doors. Doors to knowledge of the ages. Doors to the past itself. Sealed within them are everything that has ever happened, or ever will happen. All one need do is open them and suddenly they are transported to a world long dead or one conjured from the fertile womb of the mind. A beginning and an end of something beautiful… or tragic… or intriguing.
The ponies of Equestria are blind. They are stupid. They are children.
Eight hundred years ago, the great Library of Hoofington was burned to the ground. In a single night, the history and lore or an entire empire disappeared in smoke. A thousand years ago, the great Temple of Stars in the ancient city of Everfree was plundered in retaliation for Night Mare Moon. Again, the loss was incalculable. The knowledge, irreplaceable.
Why, the ponies of the ancient Equites once had knowledge of an herb that served for all their medicinal needs. They paid for its weight in gold, and was said to have been the perfect contraceptive. The name of this plant was lost due to equine stupidity. The ponies of today don’t even know what it looked like! How many other pieces of priceless knowledge have been lost through the ages? What treasure, what unsung masterpieces now lie as ash from the neglect or hatred?
The Archivist is abrasive, patronising, and cantankerous towards his fellow Equine, yet shares a deep a deep emotional bond with his adoptive daughters, some of the few ponies he holds any patience or kind words for. Short-tempered and ill-patient with those he finds of of a less than academic mind, he does not suffer fools gladly and will more than likely He also harbours a streak of racism to those not of Equestrian descent, and to a lesser extent, those not of Unicorn descent, believing them to be unable to appreciate or follow the breadth of magic and lore. Initially distrustful of everypony, the Archivist is first to suspect ill-intent or ulterior motives from what could be described as otherwise normal behavior or gestures, especially in the regards to his collection. Should a pony actually demonstrate to possess a mind as sharp or educated as he deems acceptable, they’ll find the Archivist on much more tolerable terms, with the guardian holding a thinly veiled but grudging admiration for a fellow scholar. Bio (optional) : (In the midst of finishing that writing sample bio you guys saw earlier... it keeps getting longer and longer. Probably will count as a post in its own right. In the mean time, going to throw this up here, and I hope you consider the information given in the bio post in your statistics)
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Mar 26, 2015 13:25:13 GMT -5
You're going to have to give a written description of your character as well before the bio can be accepted. Picture alone will not do, specially since you said your character has changed from the provided picture (what with him not being a construct and all). Simple sentence or two, just to paint a more accurate picture.
Edit:Add that and you'll be good to go unless Red has anything else to add since you're part of the Silver Scrolls.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Mar 26, 2015 19:19:36 GMT -5
Alright, that seems in order. Just going to make some adjustments in your formatting to get rid of the 2x spacing, but otherwise you're good to go.
FYI, Canterlot refugees are currently in or near Fillydelphia until the battles near Canterlot are over..
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