Pudding Tame

By Widdershins

• May 4, 2017

Age: 32 & 3,000. Technically both.

Gender: Male

Species: Non-Pony

Appearance: <p>    Fifty feet tall & made of solid gold.           ...Yes. I am quite mad, thanks for asking! ...But that's a point we'll touch on later. </p> <p>    Pudding Tame was a light-grey pegasus stallion of bright yellow eyes and a blond mane & tail to match. For the most part as a foal he didn't stick out too much but was a bit pudgy & effeminate in his younger years. As he grew older, his grey coat got a more dirtier shade to it & he took to wearing cheap, light-brown tweed suits. </p> <p>   </p> <p>    As a fifty-foot-tall solid-gold golem (We're jumping ahead in the story here, but alas, it is a part of 'Appearance' after all!) he looks as more like an ancient, tribal statue would. Comprised mostly of large blocks seemingly stacked ontop of each other with no apparent attachment to each other; the golem is bipedal & humanoid possibly implying a long-lost era where primates once ruled the land of Equestria. Each foot is eight feet wide leading up to a body tall enough to be twice the size of most houses & wide enough to immediately fill any city street he may wade through. Each leg is a solid column on top of his blocky feet & his arms are made of three parts: a shorter column than the legs, a rotatable cube and one more cube to form a fist. </p> <p>    Each fist can easily palm a pony whole. (but don't worry about him doing too much harm, as heavy and unjointed as the golem is, he moves far too slowly to be a threat to anything that can run or dodge well enough.) On top of the almost cube-shaped body covered in scattered, crude glyphs & worn runes lies a short, domed head with its frontward face carved into a concave depression with three trapezoids representing the eyes over a central nose, further exemplifying his ascendancy from an ancient, alien age. </p>

Cutie Mark: <p>    Back as a pony, Pudding Tame had a cutie mark of three stacked gold bars, in a pyramid shape. It both shows his job as having been an archaeologist in the discovery of ancient treasures, but moreso towards his greed and habit of selling such in the pursuit of wealth & power. </p>

Personality: <p>  Greedy, mistrusting, backstabbing & avaricious. </p> <p>     Pudding Tame learned early on that it was quite easy for others to take advantage of him. He quickly became bitter & convinced that everypony was just waiting for their turn to either betray or lord their power over another. Even still he is entirely deadset that life is about who gets their blade in who's back first and it is entirely beyond him that anypony would ever want friendship with anypony else if they weren't aiming to take something from them. </p> <p>    While Pudding angers easily, he usually isn't too prone to violence. A surefire way to piss him off & get him to chase you down & even threaten to crush you is to take something he considers rightfully his own. Particularly obsessed with gold (and currently made out of the stuff in a form too old to resist much from curious hooves) he gets quite upset at attempts to disrupt his ill-gotten gains. Though such greed is likely not much dampened from the initial purpose of the idol he now possesses. </p> <p>    Pudding Tame does come across as mostly petulant & childish, which still can be heard in his vaguely southern voice despite his state. Pudding Tame still has clearly not gotten past the teasing he received as a child and seems to fully expect that being bullied is the only way interaction happens. Altruism & sincerity simply don't exist in Pudding Tame's world. </p> <p>    Pudding Tame isn't entirely impossible to reckon with. He<em> is </em>capable of listening to reason, but as he never really believes anyone do fully expect him to betray you as quick as he did in life the moment you run out of reason for him to profit off of you. </p> <p>    Generally speaking, the only two things he cares about anymore are gold & revenge. </p>

Backstory: <p>     As a young colt, Pudding Tame was teased relentlessly. Perhaps because of his pudgy body, somewhat effeminate manners or the fact that most children can't resist such an adorable & very easily mocked name. Not a day of his foalhood did it seem to Pudding that passed his name wasn't warped into some different nickname or catcall. Very quickly & for the rest of his life & unlife, Pudding Tame developed a massive complex about getting his name right. </p> <p>     Even if it was meant as a cute pet name from his parents, to Pudding Tame, it was still disrespect one way or another and he vowed that eventually he would force respect out of everypony else, whatever the cost. </p> <p>    He grew up enamored of the tales of treasures or magical artifacts that adventurers would accumulate in the books he read. So, as he grew up, he set his sights on archaeology & eventually gained some notoriety in the field... along with a notorious lack of working well with his coworkers, as arguments kept cropping over & over as to his habit of claiming the glory for pretty much every find & discovery that happened anywhere near him. </p> <p>      On one eventful day, a young & even more famous archaeologist by the name of Daring Doo came to him seeking information on a golden idol she had been seeking. Pudding Tame not being one to give things out for free or skip out on being part of something that could net him a gain, managed to back her into a corner & force her to take him along to the site if she wanted his information. The whole way there Tame scoffed at Doo's sentiments for preserving ancient ways of life, or being wary of such sacred grounds. </p> <p>    When the time came when they finally found the chamber with its room-filling, massive statue of solid gold, Tame was estatic. Now, he'd have enough wealth to force anyone to do anything! Miss Doo however was less enthusiastic. She had grown suspicious of the lack of traps thus far and had hung back, expertly reading the runes on the walls. Learning of the warnings written there of how forbidden it was to damage the idol and how any living being that dared enter its inner, sacred chamber would never leave alive, she turned in a rush to dissuade Tame's advance on the idol. In that moment a stray hoof slipped onto a trigger tile, riddling Daring Doo with ancient, potentially poisonous darts. Pinned to the wall & in pain, she cried out to Pudding Tame for assistance. </p> <p>       He refused. To Tame, all this meant was one less reason to share with her. Heck, he hadn't planned on killing her, but this was a neat bonus. Turning back to her after knocking a large chunk of gold off the Idol's toe & completely unaware to the Idol's eyes beginning to slowly glow, he began to monologue to her. All he needed to do now, was take a bit of this gold, chip a little bit off to spread around among the base village to fund a large scale envoy to eventually come back and carve up the Sacred Idol into what will be undoubtedly the most profitable find in history, come back a few days early to scrape her dead body out of the way of his golden trove, and he'd get off scott free. He'd barely need to lie all that much, just claim she died of some innocuous death, got bit by a poison spider or something. </p> <p>    It didn't matter now. He had the wealth now & with it, unlimited power. He loudly proclaimed he was basically <strong>Immortal </strong>now and turned to leave with that final world and a proud last strut over the threshold of the room into the hallway before it. </p> <p>    ...and in that very second... the Idol's eyes flared. </p> <p>     In the blink of Daring Doo's eye, Pudding Tame was evaporated into a heap of bones. His lump of gold rattling to the ground with his skull. </p> <p>   </p> <p>      Shocked, but grateful, sometime afterward Daring Doo used her quickly burgeoning survival skills & made it back to the base village where she healed rather remarkably well, the poison and sharp points of the darts having dulled over the thousands of years they had spent waiting for their moment. But she still never could forget such a poignant reminder of humility & trust in others. From then on she was much more cautious and after having told the truth about his demise, some years later took on a job as a writer to tell his story, somewhat embellished & cleverly hidden so as to not unveil the secret of the Idol, lest others wish to fall to the same demise. Pudding Tame's demise became one of the first few stories in the Daring Doo series, quite altered of course. </p> <p>     But what Daring Doo didn't realize that that wasn't the end of the story. </p> <p>    Pudding Tame was still very much alive. </p> <p>      That ancient statue was cursed to steal precious souls in trade for the gold thieves seeked to steal in turn from it. While most previous souls eventually withered from lack of a body, Tame stayed longer. Inside the statue with nothing but his thoughts of how he had always gotten a raw deal in life. Everypony he ever knew had thought he was short-minded, not worth the time to be respected. This was a fate he deserved. He wasn't strong enough, had always preyed on others. But they never gave him any room, any reason to be kind. It was their fault. You know who's fault this is, he thought in his imprisonment. Who should be rotting in here instead of him? Daring Doo. She had came her with every bit of intent to take the idol as well. </p> <p>    His hatred kept him alive, gave him enough will to stay alive. His possessiveness mixed with the statues intended spirit of guardianship, eventually he grew to fit it, sharing as much room & identity as the statue did. The statue wanted to get the thief that got away, and he wanted revenge. Revenge on those who never gave him enough room to live. Well, now he's big enough to make his own room. </p>