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Fuchsia

Everfree Roleplay

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111
Last visited
January 11, 2023
Player
North Star

Species

Earth Pony
Age

24
Gender

Mare
Residence

Wherever the path takes me
Hometown

Farm Outside Manehatten
Occupation

Traveller
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Physical Description

Personality: Fuchsia is affable and engaging. She isn't overly gregarious or overly shy, outgoing, brave, energetic or hard-working, but rather a nice balance. She does fancy a drink though, and she can get a bit love-drunk then ;3
Backstory

Fuchsia grew up on a farm near Manehatten but says she barely remembers her foalhood. She's a pony who lives in the present. Recently she has moved on from her last job and residence in outskirts of the posh desert city of Phoenix in the San Talomeno Desert (South West) where she spent the time between cleaning the mansion of her rich colt benefactor Phantom to explore the (pony version of) the grand canyon.

What she does remember of growing up is all very rosy. Her mother (Roseberry) was sweet and kind and often told her she was special, while her father (Crabtree) was a wise and patient farm-stallion of few words. He would talk with her about her problems and dreams without prejudice. When she thinks of her parents her thoughts often stray to their smell: her mother had the scent of honeydew while her father's was like hickory smoke. She also remembers her whiney stallion brother Blackberry all too well. Sometimes, in the sunny mare's rare sad moments, she remembers playing with her littlest brother - Crack'horn - but the lil deformed unicorn died shortly before she left home to go exploring when she turned 18.

She writes home from each new place she visits once she has enough for the postage and the card, and when she stays in a place a while she sends her family the address and they send her a letter back. Her latest card, from the San Talomeno, where she stayed a whole year was her favourite yet. She's not ready to return home just yet, even though she's been travelling 6 whole years, but may drop in for a visit some time :3
Key Moments

Leaving the San Tolemino

Fuchsia felt the hot desert air assault her as she left Phantom's large air-conditioned ranch. She had enjoyed her time here, the long dusty dusk walks about the San Talomeno with only the cacti and occasional dull thudding of a distant airship overhead... But it was time to move on.

"See you Mr Phantom!" she called out to the imposing unicorn stallion standing on the large veranda of the ranch-house. She used his title by habit - the posh stallion was old-fashioned that way, but she'd kinda liked it. Despite her settled purpose and longing to move on her eyes were a little misty - she would miss him and the San Talomeno. She was glad when he gave his slow dignified smile and raised a hoof to see her off and she raised a hoof back and nodded respectfully before turning to face the road...

Encountering predator horsies.

In a particularly distant land, far from pony borders, she encountered a village of wild-eyed, fanged horsies, who called themselves the Mares of Carthe. They hunted like timber wolves, but took her in as a distant cousin. Only the Princesses of Carthe were allowed to hunt. They were all betrothed the Prince of Carthe, a stallion called Meddios, who met with her as an honoured guest. Dinner was a little awkward though.

Extra detail that has come up in RPs

She loved thrills and she was fascinated by beauty and olden pony/creature cultures, but she wouldn't put herself in quite the danger of the more expert career explorers, like the infamous Daring Do etc. She did have some of the skills without which any lone earth pony would long ago have perished or turned back - sneakiness, a heightened sense for traps and yes... she had delivered a sharp object to the soft underbelly of a few undesirable types she had found while travelling the roads. She favoured a throwing dagger herself, something she kept in a sheath by saddlebag, which she periodically took out to keep razor sharp and laced with basic local poisons.

On a hunch she decides to take out one of most prized possessions - a device that indicated when hostile magic was near. It was a gift from a buffalo clan she had stayed with in the desert. She had helped find a lost herd member and been honoured with a dream-catcher - she had assumed that the cryptic assurance from the buffalo shaman that it could sense when evil spirits were near was just mumbo jumbo, but it reliably chimed when hostile magical creatures or items or traps threatened her. Setting it up in her camps, it had saved her more than once.

It is a very fresh scent she uses, with strong citrusy and woody notes of lemon apple and cedar, but it has faded a little over the night, mingling with her natural pony smell
Personality

Personality: Fuchsia is affable and engaging. She isn't overly gregarious or overly shy, outgoing, brave, energetic or hard-working, but rather a nice balance. She does fancy a drink though, and she can get a bit love-drunk then ;3
Likes

Travelling, freedom, music, landscapes, skyscapes, star-scapes, drinking, telling stories, being silly, apple and walnut salads.
Dislikes

Consequences, studying, staying in one place too long, being a bit pudgy, not having qualifications or being well studied, hangovers, ponies who are too X (eg too sweet, too sour, too frowny etc)
Friends

Phantom Blur

Recent Posts

RP With abrony-mouse, moonbunny and skylight

January 11, 2023

Fuchsia smiles at the excitable young natural-born alicorn, her sensitive fuzzy pink ears buzzing with the Equestrian magic that surrounds such beings, as the recipient of Harmony's blessing. "In all my travels, I haven't seen anything quite like it. Well met Moonrose and Lenus!" she says, looking between Moonrose, Epione and the Princess.
As the Princess turns to the peculiarly marked, scholarly cyan unicorn, Fuchsia nods. "A friend of the Princess! Wonderful to meet you," Fuchsia greets her, impressed.
Addressing the group, but gesturing to the quiet pink maned unicorn her uniquely talented friend behind the stall, "So, Moonbunny, what lies behind this intriguing magic of yours?"
As a follow up question she adds to Skylight, "You have the look of a researcher; have you come across such an intriguing magical talent before?
RP With abrony-mouse, moonbunny and skylight

December 29, 2022

@Reindeer Skylight @MoonBunny
Fuchsia noses forward, trying to get to the front of the crowd without blocking the view of any of the foals who were eagerly watching the display. She is glad she did so, as the talent of the unicorn tan unicorn was a fascinating one. She had seen unicorns project light, but rarely images and never stories. It felt to Fuchsia almost as if her senses were not directly apprehending the images, and she wondered if an element of telepathy may be involved. Whatever the effect was, it engaged her far more than any film she had seen and she was soon so wrapped up in the story that the crowded Faire disappears for her as she dives down with the rest of the audience to the depths of despair, even tearing up with the crystal ponies around her as Moonbunny relays Sombra's cruelty and then soaring with elation at the triumphant return of the Crystal Empire.
So wrapped up is Fuchsia in the story, that she is not aware at first of the arrival of the young alicorn, but the presence of so much raw magical energy tickles her sensitive nose. She notices the Princess looking at her, and another cyan unicorn - clearly a tourist, but one with a particularly learned expression - she nods to both respectfully.
Once the performance finishes, and the clops of applause die down, Fuchsia does not waste the opportunity to engage the special ponies. "Your royal highness must be pleased to have such wonderful subjects who can tell your royal mother's tale so well to crystal ponies and visitors alike," she gestures to Skylight as she does so, hoping that the learned stranger joins her, eager to hear the unicorn's view. "I am Fuchsia; you may have heard of me. I have had the pleasure of trotting through this land now the Empire has returned, but I did know it even before that, though it was but a frozen waste. Please could you introduce me to this talented pair?"
RP With abrony-mouse, moonbunny and skylight

December 28, 2022

@MoonBunny @Reindeer SkylightFuchsia nommed contentedly from an almost empty packet of salty hay fries and slurped her tangy fizzy cola. The smells and sounds of the Faire are all about her and her explorer's senses were pulled a thousand different ways. She had been drawn to the Faire, though she wasn't a tourist like the others here - the Faire was a time of portentous pony happenings, and a familiar feeling in her bright pink flanks (from which stared three cheery sunflowers) told her that something big was ahoof.
An unusual shimmering at a booth catches her eye. A unicorn seemed to be drawing a crowd, mainly younger, though with a few older creatures about, alongside a couple of unicorns, one of whom looked like a resident, and the other a visitor like herself. Fuchsia can just about make out the sign above the booth 'Moonbunny' as she laconically trots towards it to see the show.
Casual stroll

February 1, 2022

Fuchsia smiled inwardly at the restored gallant stallion before her, so different from the drained and quite broken being she had helped back from the remote jungle to here. She could see the fatigue still that hung on him, and the pride that forced it back. Not so different to her own self - refusing to let the horrors of yesterday dominate her today.
It certainly helped that she was in such a gorgeous setting... she was half-incredulous as to why anypony would leave such luxury, but her other half knew that luxury could not replace the adrenaline of adventure, and the terror of her nightmare and the past days still prickled her fur.
Hiding the inner tumult, Fuchsia smiles at the decorousness of the gentlecoltly Billowing, although she was a little awkward being waited on. She thanks Grim and gently chides Grim saying the selection is wonderful - she asks for Soda as Fuchsia always tended to have a light breakfast.
Waiting for Billowing to decide and for Grim to depart, Fuchsia asks a question that had nagged at her ever since she had seen this gorgeous place, "My! This is amazing!" she says genuinely, "Why would you ever leave a place like this to get your tail bitten off by wolves in the 'wild-lands'?" she uses the term 'wild-lands' semi-ironically - it is a provincial pony term for lands beyond the ponylands that most ponies would not visit due to danger.
Casual stroll

November 26, 2021
Ambition for Ascension

October 19, 2021

Fuchsia is less than encouraged by Limbo's (what she decides to view as) attempt to cheer her on. At least Limbo said that they had a destiny together and wouldn't die? This mare's tales were as tall and convoluted as her giraffe-like legs. (Yes, Fuchsia had seen a giraffe, if only at a school-trip to a zoo, when she was on an exchange to Manehatten.)
In response to Limbo's sighed aphorism, Fuchsia offers: "Destiny can sit with her tail up on a cactus. I don't trust her for a second." Fuchsia giggles at her own 'wittiness' and steps out of the carriage.
She strides forth onto the familiar platform of the Talomeno station. Dust, whipped up by the desert winds, stings her fur, but she doesn't blink like the other departees and her companion, rather, she smiles and sets her snout against it. She was once more in her element, as nice as the pony heartlands had been, she was an explorer at heart, and the rawness of the desert called to her.
If Limbo struggles at all in the harsh conditions, Fuchsia will help her.
The two ponies trot away from the isolated desert train station and towards the largest building in the frontier town: the Phantom residence.
Ambition for Ascension

September 24, 2021

Fuchsia sees, not for the first time, a hidden depth to Limbo Dreams, which she cannot read. Limbo's words betray deception, however, leaving Fuchsia only a moment to wonder as to what the red eyes of Limbo hide.
Fuchsia instinctively felt sick at the unnatural, to her, idea of Limbo not knowing her mother. As a mare with a happy family life, Fuchsia was deeply troubled by the thought of another pony whose family was a source of pain.
Fuchsia's next thought was more practical. If Limbo Pass was as dangerous as described then Phantom, who she does care for, was clearly in greater danger than she thought. Even a powerful stallion like him would be threatened by such a beast. Fuchsia's next feeling, deep in her loins, was of unbridled fear - she does not want to die - she wants to see her family again and feel the sun on her back as she trots across the plains of Equestria.
"I... see." Fuchsia says gravely. She longs all the more to not be here on this 'adventure' and she growls internally at her manticore which drove her to the latest insanity and she imagine it looking back at her sheepishly "I'll head round the servant's entrance and see if anypony is there." Fuchsia does not say 'if anypony is alive' although she is thinking it.
"What will you do if your mother attacks you?" Fuchsia is not merely asking out of curiosity, she also wants reassurance that even if Limbo Dreams falls, Fuchsia will be able to save herself and hopefully Phantom too.
Ambition for Ascension

September 12, 2021

Fuchsia eventually tired of trying to get the strange pony next to her to explain, almost finding herself missing the loquacious Silver Tongue. Of the minds that had written the research she'd nosed through earlier, she had picked up a cryptic bent among the excited scribbles - that was clearly Limbo Dreams. Also, earlier, she had seen the shadow pass over the mare and then later Limbo's response to the magic of friendship and then again later she was pretty sure she caught the flicker of a hastily removed scowl before a genuine smile. Fuchsia wondered about the desire for ascension and the fight against this mysterious entity - Limbo was clearly linked to it. Whether it really was Limbo's mother or if that was a metaphor she couldn't say, and she gives a little 'hmph' of annoyance that the mare next to her was keeping schtum. She gazes out of the train window at a collection of lumberjack ponies returning with bundles of sticks on their backs. She smiles longingly at them - why couldn't she just carry bundles of sticks about? Clear goal: collect sticks, bundle sticks, place sticks on back, put down stick bundle, repeat. Chop things. Simple. Actually, maybe being a bundle of sticks would be better...
Fuchsia shakes her head and forces herself to stop thinking about bundles of sticks and instead think about her mission. Fuchsia brooded on the events so far - trying to make sense of what was going on:
1) She had woken up to find Limbo trapped in her dream catcher and Silver Tongue had gone to Golden Oaks.
2) She had skim-read the strange research in the temple. She withdraws her notepad:  'mysteries behind the skin of the earth,' 'seven histories' and 'dreams being linked to the foundations of reality.' She had made a note of a grim line - Limbo viewed immortality as a curse and wanted it for herself.
3) Limbo had talked about other ponies she was helping ascend... or alternatively curse with immortality... who were called *checks notes* 'Moonlight Sparkle' and 'Starlight Glimmer'".
4) Fuchsia agreed to help and Limbo had gone weird and grim and mentioned bad memories which seemed to be brought about by what she'd seen in the dream catcher. Her 'mother' presumably, but Limbo had been too hurt to talk about what was bothering her.
5) Fuchsia thinks over the memorable trot to the train station. Limbo had seemed like she hadn't been outside in years! Limbo said that she would use the magic of friendship to defeat their foe and had seemed happy.
6) Then they were waiting for the train. Twilight had appeared and Limbo had shied away from her and wanted her to lay low for some reason. Maybe due to Limbo's views on immortality? Limbo seemed to react quite strongly to the presence of the princess and ambassadors, although Fuchsia had been a bit too carried away to focus on Limbo's reaction too closely.
7) After the famous company departed Limbo had described her 'mother' in strange terms. She didn't know her but she was always there? And she hadn't seen her dreams even though she was able to see most ponies' dreams. What was her mother!? Why was her/it so dangerous that it threatened other ponies at the ranch, and even a powerful pony like Mr Phantom? Or maybe it was the wrong question to ask what Limbo's mother is? Maybe her mother used to be a normal pony but had become something else? Maybe If so, maybe Limbo thought she could change her mother back with the magic of friendship?
All the way to the Talomeno Fuchsia mused and scribbled in her notepad. As they drew into the station Fuchsia's pink lips had taken on a grey sheen from the lead of her pencil.
Fuchsia decided to give another go at getting answers to her questions but Limbo was still having none of it. Instead she asked about Strawberry. "Ugh I'd forgotten about her..." she moans,  "She's not as bad as in my dreams really... she can't really brainwash ponies or make them hideous..." Fuchsia shivers, recalling the nightmare, "she was just a bully and the one thing that spoiled the Talomeno for me. I shouldn't have let her get to me." she pauses. "She was never far from Phantom though, so if she's there she'll know where he is." Fuchsia adds bitterly, why do some nice stallions like bitches like Strawberry anyway?
Fuchsia nods agreeably as Limbo explains the plan of attack, but when Limbo finishes her explanation her expression shifts to a much more serious one and her arms shoot out suddenly, holding the other mare in place with surprising strength. "Fine. I swear on my suns I'll help you. But first you tell me what your mother is. I know it hurts to think about... but I can't help you or these other ponies if you don't trust me with your secrets." her large lilac eyes stare into Limbo's, looking for shadows. The effect is a little spoiled by Fuchsia's lead pencil 'lip-stick'
Ambition for Ascension

September 7, 2021

@Loud OpinionFuchsia waved back at first, before turning to Limbo with a 'what' expression, only to see the mare give a beatific smile. When she turns back Pinkie has gone.
"What? I meant did you just see Pinkie totally wave to me!" Fuchsia gushed, forgetting she was meant to be a gritty investigating pony. "What do you mean 'your mothers dreams'" she says uneasily.
Fuchsia experiences a feeling of intense loss and disorientation as the Princesses and the Pink ambassador disappear. Her pony instincts lead her to want to follow the pony paragons, but she is loyal to the mission and Limbo Dreams. She takes a deep breath, and sniffs at Limbo Dreams idly, wondering if she smells of wet sheep
Fuchsia rubs her hoof into the dirt of Ponyville, wanting to feel the grit of the dirt inside the hard keratin of her hoof. This whole situation gave her the willies.
Ambition for Ascension

August 28, 2021

@Loud Opinion
Fuchsia is interested when Limbo Dreams reveals that it is her own mother that is the villain that may be responsible for taking Mr Phatom, but she is not entirely surprised.
"What is your mother like?"
Fuchsia notices the arrival of the Princesses. She waves her hooves wildly at them, like a fanpony, squeals and clutches her face. "Oh Celestia! I think that was Twilight Sparkle! Do you think she saw me?" she gushes to Limbo like a school filly.
Fuchsia skitters her hooves on the platform, and her large eyes take in the fluffly forms of the Ambassadors of Friendship departing from the carriage. First out is Twilight Sparkle herself, the air takes on a bitter tang of magic as the potent alicorn emerges from the train. Reality seems to hang from the point of her horn and all eyes flick towards her instinctually, before pushing away, as if her mere presence dominated the will. Next was Pinkie, and the oppressive feeling vanished in her wake.
When the other Friends followed, Fuchsia barely noticed, so fixated she was on Pinkie and Twilight.

Topics I Participated In

RP With abrony-mouse, moonbunny and skylight

Started by Fuchsia · December 28, 2022

@MoonBunny @Reindeer SkylightFuchsia nommed contentedly from an almost empty packet of salty hay fries and slurped her tangy fizzy cola. The smells and sounds of the Faire are all about her and her explorer's senses were pulled a thousand different ways. She had been drawn to the Faire, though she wasn't a tourist like the others here - the Faire was a time of portentous pony happenings, and a familiar feeling in her bright pink flanks (from which stared three cheery sunflowers) told her that something big was ahoof.
An unusual shimmering at a booth catches her eye. A unicorn seemed to be drawing a crowd, mainly younger, though with a few older creatures about, alongside a couple of unicorns, one of whom looked like a resident, and the other a visitor like herself. Fuchsia can just about make out the sign above the booth 'Moonbunny' as she laconically trots towards it to see the show.
The Bed - A simple, casual, snuggle-based RP

Started by Fuchsia · February 12, 2021

*sleepy Fuchsia noises*

Fuchsia is currently peacefully asleep in her pony bed, dreaming of Octavia, temples, sirens, magic portals, character limits, goats, sheep, living tombstone remixes, equestria girls.
The bed is spacious and Fuchsia has set her pony head on one or two large fluffy feather-filled pillows, while the rest of her pony body is snuggly beneath an untucked duvet. The bed linen is white. She snuggles a little human plush in her hooves, a gift from @Califorum She sleeps on her shoulder and her mane has drooped over her face and onto her fuchsia snout. Her gentle breathing causes the duvet to rise and fall gently. Every so often she gallops her hooves a lil' - running away from some of villain or other in her dream.
Summer Roleplay

Started by Stardust · January 17, 2021

It was a chilly day in winter, snow covered the ground and the trees. Wearing a scarf to keep warm, Bright Wing the pegasus pony trotted along in the snow. As she reached the field with the hill she decided to stop for a while.
It looked fun to play in the snow, so she picked up some snow with a hoof and made it into a snowball. She was about to throw it at a tree, when she noticed a fawn watching from the edge of the forest.
"Hello there" she called out.
Ambition for Ascension

Started by Loud Opinion · May 24, 2020

OOC
The address on the invitation was easy to find as it was the only house to show up on the road for some distance just barely cutting into the edge of the Everfree Forest. The long, tall building before you was made mostly of stone bricks. Each were perfectly flat and large enough to come up to a pony's neck, with only the thinnest layers of mortar as to not interrupt the aesthetic.
The outside walls would show off their impressive depth with a row of tall, arched windows being set so far inward that a pony could take comfortable shelter. These tall windows repeated along either side and took up about a quarter of the viable surface. So close were they, that if the glass was gone, then the walls would look like a series of pillars in an acropolis.
A lone tower connected on the right side, near the back. It only rose a single story over the rest of the building, but still stood comfortably above the treeline. The roof was a humble 'V' shape, only interrupted in the middle where the elevation rises like a fault-line.
The yard leading up to the structure encompassed the building generously with a short wall that seemed to indicate the end of the yard instead of acting as an actual barrier.
Based on the invitations, it looks like the first session wasn't quite ready yet. The night was though as the sun hovered over the Everfree's oddly cloudless horizon.
Casual stroll

Started by Blitz Boom · September 14, 2014

((OOC http://mlpforums.com/topic/110032-casual-stroll-an-introductionary-roleplay-around-ponyville-open-for-all/#entry3092621))

The crisp morning air went through the town of Ponyville as the day began it's usual rhythm. Early rising ponys awakened and yawningly began on their day ahead of everypony else, preparing the shops and dutys that had to be done before the buzzing life began in the currently scarce town.

The smell of baked goods and the far in between sound of hoofs slowly marching on the vacant ground began to mix in the air and give a sense of life awakening a little by little after yet another sleepy night passing by.

For the inhabitants of the town it was a day like many others, but who was to say what the day would bring? Perhaps some things, or some ponys, would make this day stand out amongst the peaceful ones that had passed?

Alas, the time was not for questions. The workers had their things to attend before the general populace would arise and little time to do it in, leaving the thought unsaid as they began their daily tasks and a low hum of activity started of the day.