Grimoire Quaver

By Lightbulb

• November 21, 2015

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Species: Pegasus

Appearance: He stands a foot taller than the average. Two amber eyes and a tussled brown mane that reaches down to his jaw in dregs.<br /><br />His coat is milky lime, with a spatter of red mud stained hairs down his front left leg.<br /><br />His front right leg is missing below the hock bone. A prosthesis in its wake.<br /><br />He always has a goofy grin across his broad face, his ears are droopy, giving him the appearance of a donkey with wings. But he will say otherwise when inquiries are made.<br /><br />His tail reaches down to his knees, cropped regularly to keep it so. It has the same appearance as his mane, though with a cleaner look.

Cutie Mark: A shovel, pickaxe and wood axe, for his talents in manual labour.<br /><br />Carved into the handles of each tool are two words for each, though written in a dead language that is abscent to pony kind.<br /><br />The words alone mean nothing, but together they form a six worded sentence. The formulae of a spell.

Personality: Grimoire, though disabled both mentally and physically. Having transient tic, panic and conduct disorder atop his missing limb. He usually come through in a conversation as up beat, happy and though slightly brooding, poetic.<br /><br />Though when asked on his thoughts of poets he will reply with "Poet's are Pansies."<br /><br />His voice is smooth like honey, and makes him charming as hell. Though he tends to tell jokes that would suggest a cynnical sense of humor, removing his charming voice's charm.

Backstory: He lived life on the road after being born, his parents a pair of travelling ponies. Each using their gradual income from their random skills and the like to purchase repairs to the cart they used to pull their possesions.<br /><br />When he turned twelve he had a knack for uprooting the small trees that his parents cut down to produce firewood for a camp when they had to stop for the night.<br /><br />This life continued for several more years. Aging him to twenty, when an incident occured. His father had payed a group of ponies to assist with fixing the cart wheel. Of which they took the money, and simply abandoned them.<br /><br />After a few hours he suggested that he go out and see if he could get another group to help. He was instead forced to stay, while both parents left for the town back the other way.<br /><br />Grimoire whistled until dawn, when he was encountered by a small mare that had asked if he required help.<br /><br />When asking if she had been sent by his parents she had replied that she hadn't seen anypony as she was walking.<br /><br />His parents hadn't made it further than two hundred yards. But he didn't know that, neither did any of the ponies walking down that road since.<br /><br />He still travels, to this day he walks with a new cart, with several wheels and his tools. Running a travelling business. GQ's Landscaping and Interior Design.