Nightlife

By Mephisto

• October 11, 2014




Age: 25

Gender: Male

Species: Unicorn

Cutie Mark: Nightlife first obtained his cutie mark the day he found out he could rub that vinyl raw. He had a natural talent for being a DJ, that likely stemmed back from his ancestors who worked at night, toiled at night, and partied at night. He generally does these things during all hours though. He makes an art out of any party, and can make an electronic song capable of making everypony go wild, or even make the bride at a wedding weep with joy (sometimes even the groom). In short, Nightlife is a DJ, through and through.

Personality: Party animal most of the time, he's about as intense as it gets when the situation is right, sometimes going as far as cracking a wall with his head just to drop his adrenal flow. Don't get him wrong though, he's not a weirdo or anything (believe me, I'm not), he can be completely calm under any other circumstance and even be the most chill guy in the room.(It's true!) A hardened drinker, and kind of inappropriate once he's tasted the sauce. He has violent mood swings when drunk, from intense joy, to crying like a hysterical child (I resent that!), to hitting on every mare in sight. He's fiercely loyal, and thus gets hurt by ponies close to him far more than he should. He likes to socialize especially with fellow partygoers. He is righteous, and brave, and loves to help, even when it's uncalled for. As party focused as he is, he's incredibly smart, having gotten salutatorian at his high school, but he does'nt talk about that much. Big note here, he's a scrapper, he fights even being as scrawny as he is, and more often than not, he wins; dirty moves are not below him, if it wins, he'll do it, but I think he could fight without them all the same. Finally, and most importantly, he is closely defensive of his sunglasses, and allows nobody but the closest friends to see what his eyes look like. (It's a quirk, let me be me.)

Backstory: With a family born to live during the nighttime hours respectively, came a young colt by the name of Nightlife. Born with a hammer in one hoof, and a 2x4 in the other, his father was delighted to have a colt. This feeling was not mutual however, as the young Nightlife developed a growing distaste for building, and would often sneak away to make friends with the batponies who were always close by the nighttime building yards. He learned the values of both day and night, and learned to live in both worlds. He enjoyed his fathers company dearly, but did not share his ideals, nor his qualities. His mother always encouraged him no matter what he was doing, and he thus had a closeness with her that nothing could break. His grades were decent, usually A's with the occasional B+ staring at him from Science or Math. He was an only foal, but had some extended family. His grandfather was a very wise stallion, and loved his grandchild deeply, and even allowed him to go through his prized record collection, with his record player. This was the point where NL earned his cutie mark, when his grandfather awoke from a nap to hear strange noises coming from his record room. He of course went to investigate, along with NL's parents to see, yet more importantly hear, NL running back and forth on a record, jumping and pushing it all around on the player, actually playing a generic tune. Just as his father was about to scold him, his grandfather started tapping his foot with the beat. "I like this better. That old record was boring anyway." This became the first steps toward his years as a Disk Jockey. <br /><br />Several years later, NL was graduated,a and about to go off to the Grand College of Architecture much to his fathers alluded plan. When NL finally got up the courage to tell his father he did not want to go there, his father wouldn't hear it. NL eventually knew that he had to do something drastic, he dropped out. His father was furious and threatened to disown him, until his grandfather mediated. "To deprive your son of his passion, would deprive the whole world of that passion. Much as I nearly did with you."<br /><br />As much as his father was saddened, he saw his error and reluctantly agreed to allow his son to move to the cities to pursue his dreams of creating music. He didn't start well off. His job offers were non-existent, and his resumes were shot down faster than geese in shotgun season. He was poor, discouraged and tempted to return home. He lived on the streets for a while, and saw several times each day, ponies begging to keep life afloat, and people stepping away like they were old trash. He then realized that this was exactly what he was missing, a true driving passion, a meaning to his music. Using an investment from his family, he composed a song "A Dollar isn't Much" It went around the globe in weeks, and he was flooded with job offers. He donated almost his entire profit margin to the homeless foundations he could find and continues to help thousands of helpless ponies find homes. He takes most jobs offered, and loves to DJ. He doesn't compose much music anymore, but still dabbles every once-in-a-while. A righteous DJ with drinking habits, a habit of staying up all night, and a colorful past, he is quite the mix.