Username: Seragon Python
Character Name: Dusty (or Duster)
Species: Unicorn
Appearance: http://www.furaffini...et/view/7472425 Unicorn modest stature. Dusty stands proudly wearing the marks of his labor. Scars yes but that is what you get for digging around all day every day. Spending most of his time in the dirt has made his eyes hypersensitive to light so when he's in the 'overworld', as he some times calls it, he's usually wearing tinted goggles unless it is night time. He's been asked if his natural coat is brown and he isn't even sure if it is any more. "If brown isn't my natural color, then I don't know what is!" he'll say with a well placed tap of a hoof. Of which he wears sturdy metal shoes to help him excavate the ground.
Cutie Mark: Mallet. Which is very strange. Of course it may be a shovel or pickaxe, but a case of cutie-pox when he was a young colt messed up the magic mark to form a mallet. A reminder for him to avoid strange glowing blue plants in caves.
Talent: Digging! Excavating, and mining. If it's in the ground or made of earth he can move it. Small or large, though he's been able to excavate and relocate a few tons of dirt before he needs to rest. Other than that he can't do much else, he sinks like a stone in water and falls like a rock through the air (see a trend there?) and he can't make anything other than a mushroom soup that's sure to put the kick back in your legs. He hates mushrooms himself though.
Personality: He can flip and flop between reclusive and social. Generally if you don't see him, he's in a whole and if you hear a lot of grinding and earth moving then he's working. Best not to disturb him while he's in the middle of something or tunnels will collapse. That and he gets short when interrupted without a good cause. But if he's just chilling in a hole or in public he's sure to gladly chit chat or ... well anything really. He's easy to get along with but if the signs say "Dusty at Work" Let the mole be!
Bio: Born into some of the snootiest parts of Canterlot to a successful couple of Jewelers. Born and raised into nothing but the highest of standards. Never swaying in posture and always holding himself proper. Those where the early years of this Colt, "boring as a cloud in the sky" he'd say but he did as his parent's wished. That is until a very rich and influential pony commissioned an intricate necklace for the Grand Galloping Gala. His parent's worked day and night to finish the many other orders and this one. The day before the customer was to pick up this most ornate piece; they ran out of a very rare jem which changed hue and sparkled even in the dimmest of light. Sun Drops. Their suppliers were out. They would have to venture into Ghastly Gorge in hopes to find some. Sun Drops were a challenge to find even with his mother's refined and expert Jem locating spells. He and his mother spent hours combing the gorge (he hid in her saddle bag till she arrived, obviously she didn't want him to go and she didn't have time to bring him back either.) As the sun started to set and the moon peeked over the horizon, they were about ready to give up. Dusty's mother turning, head hung low, to head back home empty hoofed. Dusty followed for a moment, a chill running up his back so intense he could feel it even ride up his horn too. Something possessed him to look down at his hooves and all he could hear was; "DIG" So he did. His mother turned just as his rump disappeared in the hole he was tunneling. She tried to call and even pull him out with her magic but by that time, mere seconds, he was already too deep to see. A few long moments later, a few eternities for his mother, he emerged from his hole triumphantly holding a Sun drop the size of an apple in his mouth. It was more than enough. Depositing the stone in his mother's saddle bag and flopping tired on her back. Sleeping all the way home. The necklace was finished after the gem was cut, if not for his sudden urge to dig they would have never made the deadline. The pony went on to even win a contest with that necklace in later years. During that time Dusty went on being Dusty. Several times accidently digging out the foundations to a few homes and maybe causing a rock slide or too down a mountain. Soon his perfect mane and tail were ruffled and forever covered in dirt. A shadow of his former 'perfection' and looked down at by many of the other Canterlotians because of his filth. That didn't stop his parent's business, if not for him they wouldn't be able to sell 'beyond the best' as their motto changed to. His parent's weren't too pleased with his constant dirt coating and often sleeping outside in a hole than inside in his large soft bed. But they were as supportive as ever, even enduring Dusty and Dirty hugs for him, which he always giggled at. Now he still does what he does best, digging. Be it for pleasure or for work, though he admits it's always a pleasure, getting paid is just icing on the cake.
Edited by Dusty, 28 February 2012 - 02:30 AM.



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