Crimson Quill

By The Down Trotten

• July 12, 2015




Age: 25-28

Gender: Male

Species: Earth Pony

Cutie Mark: A writing quill crossed over an arrow. The quill not only being in his name but also representing what he does I.E writes. However the quill also represents words, diplomacy, and other scholarly subjects. The quill over the arrow recalls the phrase "the pen in mightier then the sword" or in this case talking things through or such rather then violence and war. <br />However the arrow is important as well, this represents the fact he isn't afraid to get impassioned and even violent for what he believes and is willing to be fully devoted for a cause.

Personality: Polite but unorthodox, silent but outspoken, challenging yet compromising. He is always looking for something to challenge both himself and those around him. Truly believes that he works for the greater good for the common pony. A bit stubborn he is normally last to admit defeat even when there is no seemingly possible way to win.<br />He's not a genius nor is he stupid, there are times where he will seem wise and other times very thick.

Backstory: Born to a potato farmer's of lower standing, Crimson was talkative at a young age, always asking questions about the world around him. This was all well and good for his parents, as long as he helped them work in the fields which he did (I mean come on what young colt doesn't like digging in the dirt right?). But it was only a matter of time before the colts young mouth sprouted the question "Dad... why do we have to work in the dirt all the time?". This question struck his father dumb, he really hadn't thought about it really, it had been the family farm for decades and decades and well he had chosen his life style as a farmer. But the older stallion had never actually thought about doing anything different, could he if he wanted to?... He didn't know... So looking at his young son he rubbed his chin and mused "Well son... we don't have to if we don't want to I think... honestly my boy I don't know, what we were born to do I guess." the answer didn't bother Crimson's young mind much, it made enough sense to a young colt. But it was his father lack of confidence that made him think a bit. Never before had his father been so unsure of himself. It shook his young mind to see his father so unsure of himself. Weren't adults most of all his parents suppose to know and handle everything? But being young had it's perks, he did not linger long on it and resumed digging in the dirt. But this question and memory stayed with him through his life as an odd reminder of the power of questions.<br /> <br />Things might have stayed more or less that way for Crimson, might have even grown up to be another potato farmer. But he could never stop asking questions and in grade school became a little more indignant about how others were answered. The infamous day was when the class was learning how the sun and moon raised each night and day. Rhetoric didn't under stand this and asked how did the sun and moon move before Celestia and Luna, and what not? The teacher was a little dumbfounded, and struggled to answer the question. Rhetoric was not only confused by her lack of a good answer but angry. This question was important and the adults had the answers didn't they? He pressed her and pressed her for an answer and she could not give him one that satisfied him. In flustered fury the teacher kept him after school, talked to his parents and keep a cautionary eye on him. His parents didn't care all that much about the trouble he had gotten in though. Mostly because this little instant gave him his cutie mark, which surprised his parents and even his teacher.<br /> <br />Not all was sour though between Rhetoric and his teacher though. After the incident and after guidance from his grounded parents he calmed down a bit and put his natural tendency to question things to flourish as student. His teacher, seeing this and having a more tempered Rhetoric, in her class room she was more then happy to guide him on a more studious path. His teacher was convinced that he would become an embassy of Equestria and suggested to his parents they send he away to learn to become one when the time was right. His parents more the happy to give their son a chance at not only a better life but a life that he seemingly would succeed at saved up their bits to do so.<br /> <br />So Rhetoric went, and did well for a while under his mentors. But the age old problem showed its interesting head. Rhetoric was now even more open and fluid with his questions and was now outright challenging his mentors. He only thought it right that he gave them back a challenge once in a while. Or at least thats how it started. It was this time period that he really began to form many of his opinions. He studied and saw what he thought were injustices or simple outdated systems. And when he would not let go of these ideas and even acted on them, his mentors were forced to let him go.<br /> <br />This did not stop him however, he had learned form his mistakes and was now grateful for the chance to travel across Equestria, unhindered by what he was suppose to think and rather challenge himself and all those who dared listen to him with new ideas. This is where you'll find him today. Wandering the roads, not going to any where in particular, looking for an ear, an audience, a crowd. Looking to change Equestria, or perhaps wait till it's ready to be changed.