Roefire

By BlackShardNixium

• November 11, 2017




Age: 20

Gender: Female

Species: Pegasus

Appearance: <p> Roefire is a tall and lean dappled mare, with russet and black patches and clover green eyes. Both her mane and tail are a dark, cherry red, with just a hint of fiery orange faded in at the base. Both are kept neatly trimmed and clean at all times. She wears a dark overcoat on outings, two golden bangles on her left hoof, and a necklace with a small Ankh charm (Not shown in picture).  </p>

Cutie Mark: <p> A simple compass with inscribed sun-rays at its center. It represents her love for adventure and exploration, and her ability to help other ponies find their way.  </p> <p> <a href="http://prntscr.com/h8z3am" rel="external nofollow">http://prntscr.com/h8z3am</a> </p>

Personality: <p> Roguish and witty; clever, carefree, and just a little too flirty. Roefire carries an enthusiasm and excitement for life. She hungers for new and fresh experiences, and delights in meeting new ponies and going on grand adventures. Roe is determined to leave the confusion and guilt of her fickle childhood behind, and make up for lost time with as many happy memories as she can cram into the rest of her life.   </p>

Backstory: <p> It's not that Roefire had a tragic, haunted childhood. It's really not like that. <br /> Roe had wonderful parents, who loved her very much. She grew up safe and warm in the clouds, with a nice home and dozens of other Pegasi foals to play with. There was no horrific, life-changing event that shook the foundations of everything she believed in, nor any terrible, crippling loss to scar her formative years.<br /> Roefire grew to be a proud and confidant young mare, the apple of her parents' eyes. But it was as she grew that Roe began to feel the weight of expectation and responsibility. The reality of becoming a teenager, and then an adult, really. <br /> Her parents had always just... <em>assumed </em>she'd go into the weather business. It was almost unheard of for a Pegasus not too. I mean, we couldn't <em>all </em>be like the Wonderbolts. <br /> At least, that's what her parents had said. <br /> But it just didn't <em>satisfy </em>Roefire. Like... ever. There was never any flash of inspiration or excitement, or any gentle wave of contentment. Helping the weather along was... just that. Helping the weather along. It wasn't her calling. It wasn't who she was meant to be. Her parents has insisted she was being over-dramatic, that she'd settle into her niche in time. Her cutie mark would appear, and all would be well. <br /> But time marched on and Roefire grew increasingly restless and agitated. She'd eventually grown to despise the work she did, viewing it as an awful chore that kept her from growing into the pony she knew she could be. Yet at the same time, she felt incredibly guilty for thinking this way. She desperately wanted to make her parents proud, to find a place in the weather teams among her friends, but it just wasn't working. It was draining the vitality out of her, and Roefire just wanted something that would satisfy her. <br /> So, one night she quietly explained to her parents that she would be leaving. She would strike out on her own, to find something she <em>loved </em>to do. Something that made her happy. They ranted and raved and demanded she stay, but eventually she got them to understand. Despite their fear and worry for their only daughter, they let her go without a fight. And so Roefire traveled this way and that, facing obstacles both big and small, and weathering through quite a bit more peril than she bargained for. <br /> It wasn't until a full six months later that her cutie mark finally appeared, and Roefire recognized her true calling. Seemingly without even realizing it, Roefire had become a "professional" adventurer, and began offering her services to ponies far and wide. Need to recover an artifact from a collapsed tomb? No problem! Need help breaking an ancient curse threatening your small, country town? Got ya covered! Need someone to run to the store and grab you some flu medicine? ....Well okay, just don't sneeze on her.  </p>