Mane:blue with purple headband
Tail:blue with purple streak in the tip
Eyes:blue, same as mane/tail
Body:kind of a sunshine-orangey-thing
Cutie Mark:nothing, I clear my fate. So I have no cutie mark.
Cleo never got a cutie mark. She got good at something, then automatically diverted herself from the fate that was laid out for her.
She keeps clearing her path, although she may get her cutie mark some day.
Age (Baby,adult): A growing filly! I can handle myself in the world!
Personality: Carefree, a little... Crazy... But that's ok! I like to be seen as competent, even though there's a blank on my flank!
Likes: Anything deserves a shot!
Dislikes: Unless it's haters. They are no good, until they're converted. It will happen.
History: nothing much has happened to me, except for the dreams... But that's a whole other story! Except for that one time... But yeah, I have a brother named Neo Spectrum, we hang out a lot!
I went to Summer flight camp, which was pretty fun. The instructors there said I had a future as one of their own, as an instructor. But that didn't sound appealing to me.
So I traveled, just for fun. Let me tell you - Los Pegasus was AMAZING! I'm thinking about maybe moving there... But the crime rate was kinda high, so I guess I'll just wait for things to quieten down.
My brother, as some of you may know, is a DJ, so Spec gets me into some pretty cool Raves and Clubs. He also introduced me to the bartenders, so I could go into the bar and mix my own mocktales, still being underage and all... They don't do nice mocktales, so I have to make my own.
Um, so, yeah, my mum was a unicorn, my dad was an earthern pony, and together they had 2 pegasus foals! Thus is the logic of Equestria!
Example RP segment: A foal has lost it's mother and is sobbing inconsolably in the street. Given your OC's personality, compose a breif narrative in which your OC identifies and adresses the situation.
The foal was screaming. Cleo looked over, seeing the little foal on the edge of the street. An unearthly howl emanated from the small creature, and Cleo ran over to it, trying to discover the reason for the crying. No injuries... apparently. No mother, either. "E-excuse me? Where's your mother..?" The foal looked up, her eyes red with tears. "M-mama's..." she broke down crying again. Cleo's heart went out to the poor foal - who knew how long she'd been sitting there. Something pushed against her flank, and as Cleo looked around, she suddenly noticed how crowded the marketplace was. Nopony had helped the foal, and her little voice was hoarse, as though she'd been hollering for a while. The little filly composed herself, barely, and was able to utter the words "missing" before she dropped her facade and lost her grip on her emotions. Cleo was puzzled. Missing how..? Finally, she decided to bring the foal to the Castle, where the head librarian should be able to do a locating spell. Yes, that should work.