Porcelain Rose

By Eiwly

• May 14, 2014




Age: ~19

Gender: Female

Species: Unicorn

Appearance: Porcelain rose is a very frail pony. She's on the short and thin side, due to her poor health, and has a washed out sort of appearance because of it. Her coat is ivory in colour, spotted with white on her hooves, nose, and back. Her wide eyes are watery, baby blue. Her hair is a pastel teal colour, which she decorates with tiny pink roses. She wears a crown of them on hear head, to try and keep her hair up, and a bunch are tied at the top of her tail. Her hair is wavy by nature, and try as she might to keep it pinned back, it often refuses to stay, and falls out all the time.

Cutie Mark: A pink rose surrounded by white and blue lace trim. Her cutie mark represents her love of crafts and crafting; creating something new and beautiful out of odds & ends and scraps.

Personality: Due to her poor health, she doesn't get out much. As a result, Porcelain Rose is a very shy pony. She doesn't relate well to others, since she a fair amount of her time indoors, working on her crafts. When she does get out, it's often only for a short while, which she spends by herself. She's often alone, and sadly has lackluster social skills. She is an unfortunate mix of one part shy, one part pessimistic, and one part blunt. Really, she lacks the courage to open up and befriend other ponies, afraid they will look down on her or pity her due to her heath. Sadly, this results in her getting nervous easily and quickly doubting herself. When it gets down to it, she both cherishes and fears relationships. She desperately wants those pony friends she can connect with outside of her family, yet is afraid that if she holds on too hard, or says the wrong thing, she will loose that friendship.<br /><br />Her true personality shines however when she's surrounded by those she truly holds dear to her heart, and trusts with her life. For all the walls around her heart, some she keeps to protect herself, others she unknowingly built, she has a big heart full love for friends, family, and life itself. She holds nothing back, and is altruistic in all her actions. With her great love, comes her immense care for her cherished ones, always wanting to be there for them, though she often has to check herself to avoid coming off as clingy. She's never really sure where the line for too much attention is, and is scared she might cross it. It doesn't help that she has an impeccable memory, often remembering minute details others might overlook.<br /><br />Despite all her fears and set backs, Rosie really is a happy pony. Content with life, she's learnt to take one day at a time, and enjoy everything she's given. She wants for little, and loves everything she has, flaws and all.

Backstory: Porcelain Rose was born to a well-to-do family in Canterlot. However, when she was born, there were a number of complications. Her mother who had always been frail, and had poor health, couldn't handle having a child. As a result, little Rosie was born pre-maturely, and almost didn't live past her first few days. Her mother didn't survive the birthing process. It was almost as if Rosie had inherited her mother's weak immune system. She was sick almost all the time in her young years and in and out of the hospital constantly. Her father worried about her constantly, fearing for her, not wanting to loose his daughter the same way he lost his beloved wife. <br /><br />As a result Rosie grew up quite sheltered. She was barely let out of her father's sight when he was around. On the day's he wasn't, she had a nanny with her 24/7. Outside of these two, Rosie hardly interacted with anypony else. She was constantly watched over, and escorted everywhere. But it wasn't like she had anywhere to go. She often found herself on bed rest during her younger years, with hardly the energy to walk around her house, let along running off by herself. <br /><br />Growing up as such, was strenuous on their nerves. For Rosie and her two care-givers, they approached each day with bated breath, as if at any moment the other hoof would drop and she would have to be rushed to the hospital.<br /><br />That day came one summer during her filly years. It was a boiling hot summers day, and Rosie found herself all alone, for the first time in recent memory. It was one of their breathing room days after all: Rosie's health was stable for once, giving her father the chance to step out to his office. This left Rosie and her nanny at home. They had been outside in their back garden, having a tea party and enjoying the comfortable spring weather that afternoon, when both realized the sugar bowl was empty ("oh, why was it always sugar?") With a promise to be back in a quick minute, the elder mare left for the store, at trip that should only take ten minutes at most.<br /><br />It was only after she left, did Rosie realize they were also out of jelly cookies, and they simply couldn't have tea without them! Wanting to avoid two trips to the store, Rosie took it upon herself to find her nanny and deliver the news. Today was a good day after all, she could manage it. She quickly left the house, hoping to catch up with the mare. Yet being mostly unfamiliar with the streets, coupled with a poor sense of direction to begin with, and the poor filly lost her way. The quick trip soon turned into minutes, which eventually turned into an hour. Having gotten turned around, she couldn't even find her way home. And so she wandered alone, under the sun as it beat down on her, wearing her out with each step. Eventually she collapsed due to heat and exhaustion, and was rushed to the hospital, only to wake to her frantic father and nanny much later.<br /><br />Since that time, house rules became even stricter. Good day or not, Rosie was always accompanied by another pony, either the kind, elderly mare, or her ever concerned and sheltering father. For a time, she was all but removed herself from society, rarely venturing out again, unless it was of the utmost importance (as deemed by her father), and never left to her own devices. Paranoia had sunk it's claws into her father, and he would be damned if anything anything happened to his poor Rosie. It was as if the small family had taken two steps back in progress. Although her health bounced back rather quickly, a sign she was on the mend and improving, the social situation took a huge dip.<br /><br />It took Rosie years to wheedle her way out of the tight security and constant watch. Longer trips strolling through the backyard gardens that allotted, constant mentions of wishing to go to the park, convincing her nanny to taker around the block for a walk. Little things to prove she could manage even with her poor health, even when the physical activity no longer caused a strain on her lungs, and she could be up and about for longer and longer periods. Thus as she grew, her health improved, yet her father was like a stone, a pessimistic, immovable stone, that she was slowly chipping away at. On the sunny, clear days she would push for more and more time outside, to try and ease up on the reigns. <br /><br />Yet on those days of poor weather, she was shut inside. She occupied herself with her crafts, her true talent and the source of her cutie mark. A real DIY-er, it was how she expressed herself, and how she livened up the dark, empty mansion. And it was her ticket out. Setting up her business, she took custom orders; frames, vases, and sort of home decor one might need to liven up a living space, she could make. Any pieces she made outside of that, she would sell, each piece was unique after all, and deserved a good home.<br /><br />Although initially her father did not approve of her business, he eventually relented, especially after a long and tiring argument. What was he going to do, keep her shut away all her life? While her health would never be that of most ponies, it was steady and stable, and with regular check-ups the doctors predicted she would manage fine in life. The only thing left to do was to actually go live it.