Species: Crystal Pony
Mane: Purple and Red
Tail:Purple and Green
Body: Pale yellow
Cutie Mark: The primary colors (red, blue and green)
Age (Baby,adult): Adult
Personality: Very sweet but easily annoyed, especially when somepony interrupts her when she's drawing.
Likes: Drawing, painting, sketching, coloring, non-annoying ponies and reading
Dislikes: Annoying ponies, ponies who don't knock, when she messes up on her drawings and being in crowds
History: Primary (Prim-ari or Prime) is a young artist who has always had a talent with drawing. She grew up in Whinnysota. Prime loves the outdoors and will disappear often to go and paint nature. She is a bit unsocial and cannot stand being in large crowds. She doesn't talk much and is a little secretive, although she really has nothing to hide and once you get to know her, she is a sweet and sensitive pony. She tries to stay invisible most of the time though, and she doesn't have any friends. She lives in Canterlot in the Art Studio, and her only wish is to get her art into the Museum for show.
Example RP segment:
3. It is pouring rain outside. Your OC spots the light of a tavern up ahead. The tavern is filled with ponies that your OC doesn't know. Given your OC’s personality, compose a brief narrative in which your OC identifies and addresses the situation.
Rain dripped onto Prime's face, streaming down her face like tears. She squints through the pouring rain and sees a small, bright light in the distance. Should I?
She questioned herself. I'm cold and hungry, but there'll be lots of ponies in there due to the rain.
Primary isn't very good with lots of other ponies. Prime considered the situation, cold and hungry, but unsocial. In the end, the instinctive need to get out of the wet rain, she galloped to the light. She arrived gasping for breath at the door of a tavern called "The Savior." Prime tried to quietly open the door but it made a loud squeaky noise, all heads inside turned to her. She gulped down her fear of crowds and shuffled silently to the counter. As she sat down the chatter among the ponies started up again and it was soon louder than the thunderstorm outside. She glanced around the filled room, she didn't recognize a single pony.
"Can I have a glass of water and a daisy sandwich please, and a room for the night.." Prime asked so quietly the bartender asked her to repeat the order. Primary tried to block out all the noise. The young stallion soon came back with her order and a room key.
"Your room's right up the stairs, down the hall to the last door on the left, that'll be thirteen bits."
"Thank you." Primary dropped thirteen bits and quickly took the key with her order and cantered upstairs to her room.