Post by Little Foot (R I.P) on Sept 12, 2015 15:36:53 GMT
Name:
Little Foot
Nickname: N/A
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Species: Bat Pony Deer hybird
Place of Birth:
White Tail Woods
Occupation:
Tracker, Mercenary
Allegiance: Neutral, but her opinion may change
Relationship Status: Single
Mane: Little Foot's mane is curly at the top and wavy rolling down past her head and shoulders, it reaches up to her hooves and often is placed on her left side. Her mane is a brown color and has nothing of note about it expect for the fact that it floofs up when she's angry.
Eyes:
Her eyes are a stunning raspberry color, and it glows softly at night, giving her the appearance of a small predatory timber wolf.
Living Relatives: She doesn't know if any are living.
General Description: Little Foot is a somewhat short bat pony. Her body is lithe and easy to navigate in the wilderness. She often has a preference for land, which gives her the appearance of a runner. Her wings are somewhat torn, but she can still fly. Little Foot also has wide hips and a narrow chest, and her legs are slightly muscular. It is easy for Little Foot to outlast even an earth pony when it comes to running, which gave her her cutiemark. She is a natural born survivor, and has learned to eat anything from bugs to fruits and even blood. Her coat color is a light shade of brown, with dark brown points on where her body becomes cold first, and she has a high amount of body floof/fur. Her wings are semi transparent and compared to a normal mare, she is slightly shorter.
Skills: Since Little Foot's skills often pertain to survival. She is skilled at hunting, advanced at tracking, skilled in her knowledge of various animals and fruits that are grown. She also has a good sense of direction, and her fighting skills are similar to timber wolves. Little Foot can also communicate with other animals.
Faults: Little Foot isn't good at flying, since she fears heights. She isn't good at speaking pony, and has a limited language set. Little Foot can not read or write, and often has to communicate using speech and body language.
Equipment: Little Foot owns a small satchel that she stole which has various berries and fruits inside of it for her to eat, it also holds a hunting knife. It's kind of obvious that the food is past it's expiration date and it stinks really badly.
History: Little Foot was born in WhiteTail Woods to a family of Forest Rangers. Her bat mother and her family was in charge of protecting the forest and attack any changelings or monsters that hid in the forest while her father was considered 'king' of the forest. He protected his herd, and that included his mother and her family from harm. She was born in a log cabin at the crisp early fall in late September. She grew up mostly indoors, only going to outdoors sometimes when they both did not have any work to do. She would often play with the various tools that they have and bear cubs left orphaned by hunters. She was fine with the solitude of her family and the animals around her.
At the tender age of three, her parents took in a orphaned timber wolf cub. Little Foot played with the cub a lot, getting it's scent on her, to the point where they bonded and would always sleep together. A week later, timber wolves attacked her family home in the afternoon, commonly when the bat pony family is asleep. Her parents died and she was left alone with the scent of timber wolf on her. The timber wolf pack taking the cub back, and mistaking Little Foot for one as well, took her in as well. The bat pony being raised by the alpha timberwolves of the pack. Her father continued to live until he died of old age.
Originally, she was named Night Watch, but when she entered pack life she became known as Little Foot for now small she was compared to the other timber wolves. She learned how to hunt, how to survive, and how to speak timber wolf. She grew up to become one, and the war that happened was seemingly unknown to her because of how disconnected to pony society she was. Little Foot earned her cutiemark when she became alpha female of her pack at 13 years old, showing highlighting her special talent of survival.
At the age of 15, just when the war began. The changelings began to invade the forest, they tried to attack her and steal her essence. What were these monsters? At night she would go in portals when her pack members, getting rid of every changeling she could. A year later, she was ambushed and captured by fellow bat ponies, believing she was a changeling. It marked the beginning of her rehabilitation into pony society. She missed the wide forests, being free to do what she wishes, her pack and WhiteTail Woods at night. At the peak of the war, before the win of Chrysalis and her allies, the fort she was staying in was taken over and she escaped taking with her what little knowledge she knew. It did, however, spark her interest of pony society and what was truly around her. Her world went beyond WhiteTail Woods, and her pack wasn't truly her brethren. It was a lot for Little Foot to take in, but she will survive doing mercenary work the ponies give her. She hopes that one day, she will find her pack once again and live freely with them.
Picture:
Little Foot
Nickname: N/A
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Species: Bat Pony Deer hybird
Place of Birth:
White Tail Woods
Occupation:
Tracker, Mercenary
Allegiance: Neutral, but her opinion may change
Relationship Status: Single
Mane: Little Foot's mane is curly at the top and wavy rolling down past her head and shoulders, it reaches up to her hooves and often is placed on her left side. Her mane is a brown color and has nothing of note about it expect for the fact that it floofs up when she's angry.
Eyes:
Her eyes are a stunning raspberry color, and it glows softly at night, giving her the appearance of a small predatory timber wolf.
Living Relatives: She doesn't know if any are living.
General Description: Little Foot is a somewhat short bat pony. Her body is lithe and easy to navigate in the wilderness. She often has a preference for land, which gives her the appearance of a runner. Her wings are somewhat torn, but she can still fly. Little Foot also has wide hips and a narrow chest, and her legs are slightly muscular. It is easy for Little Foot to outlast even an earth pony when it comes to running, which gave her her cutiemark. She is a natural born survivor, and has learned to eat anything from bugs to fruits and even blood. Her coat color is a light shade of brown, with dark brown points on where her body becomes cold first, and she has a high amount of body floof/fur. Her wings are semi transparent and compared to a normal mare, she is slightly shorter.
Skills: Since Little Foot's skills often pertain to survival. She is skilled at hunting, advanced at tracking, skilled in her knowledge of various animals and fruits that are grown. She also has a good sense of direction, and her fighting skills are similar to timber wolves. Little Foot can also communicate with other animals.
Faults: Little Foot isn't good at flying, since she fears heights. She isn't good at speaking pony, and has a limited language set. Little Foot can not read or write, and often has to communicate using speech and body language.
Equipment: Little Foot owns a small satchel that she stole which has various berries and fruits inside of it for her to eat, it also holds a hunting knife. It's kind of obvious that the food is past it's expiration date and it stinks really badly.
History: Little Foot was born in WhiteTail Woods to a family of Forest Rangers. Her bat mother and her family was in charge of protecting the forest and attack any changelings or monsters that hid in the forest while her father was considered 'king' of the forest. He protected his herd, and that included his mother and her family from harm. She was born in a log cabin at the crisp early fall in late September. She grew up mostly indoors, only going to outdoors sometimes when they both did not have any work to do. She would often play with the various tools that they have and bear cubs left orphaned by hunters. She was fine with the solitude of her family and the animals around her.
At the tender age of three, her parents took in a orphaned timber wolf cub. Little Foot played with the cub a lot, getting it's scent on her, to the point where they bonded and would always sleep together. A week later, timber wolves attacked her family home in the afternoon, commonly when the bat pony family is asleep. Her parents died and she was left alone with the scent of timber wolf on her. The timber wolf pack taking the cub back, and mistaking Little Foot for one as well, took her in as well. The bat pony being raised by the alpha timberwolves of the pack. Her father continued to live until he died of old age.
Originally, she was named Night Watch, but when she entered pack life she became known as Little Foot for now small she was compared to the other timber wolves. She learned how to hunt, how to survive, and how to speak timber wolf. She grew up to become one, and the war that happened was seemingly unknown to her because of how disconnected to pony society she was. Little Foot earned her cutiemark when she became alpha female of her pack at 13 years old, showing highlighting her special talent of survival.
At the age of 15, just when the war began. The changelings began to invade the forest, they tried to attack her and steal her essence. What were these monsters? At night she would go in portals when her pack members, getting rid of every changeling she could. A year later, she was ambushed and captured by fellow bat ponies, believing she was a changeling. It marked the beginning of her rehabilitation into pony society. She missed the wide forests, being free to do what she wishes, her pack and WhiteTail Woods at night. At the peak of the war, before the win of Chrysalis and her allies, the fort she was staying in was taken over and she escaped taking with her what little knowledge she knew. It did, however, spark her interest of pony society and what was truly around her. Her world went beyond WhiteTail Woods, and her pack wasn't truly her brethren. It was a lot for Little Foot to take in, but she will survive doing mercenary work the ponies give her. She hopes that one day, she will find her pack once again and live freely with them.
Picture: