Mane: A silvery-blue mane styled to look much like that of Princess Cadence’s expect less loopy
Tail: A long silvery-blue curved tail
Eyes: An eye shaped like Rarity's, with a violetish shade that fades to blue and often adorned with mascara and eye shadow
Body: Slim, with white well kept fur
Cutie Mark: A silver moon with a blue feather on top.
Age (Baby, adult): 18
Personality: Shy, very humble and often self-conscious tries to exceed her mother's (And her fans) expectations even though it means changing her personality completely
Likes: Flying, Wonder bolts, reading and The Equesrtia Games
Dislikes: Long hours of modeling, pompous people, vegetables and the long dates her mother sets up.
Since she was a foal, Silver Night has always been attractive. After her parents divorced and her mother ran off to be an archeologist, her stepmother made sure she became a model. Her stepmother believed that looks, money and reputation was everything, and tried to make Silver socially perfect.
But Silver's mind was elsewhere. She dreamed of becoming a Wonder bolt, even though she had never flown and her stepmother disproved. She earned her cutie mark after she started flying at night and eventually became quite the flyer. When her parents found out about her new cutie mark, her stepmother shoved it aside. She said it represented her "ability to gracefully strut" and "shine brightly like the moon in a sea of dull ponies."
Once she was 13 her stepmother decided it was time find her a suitable mate. Her stepmother looked for a rich, well mannered, and handsome stallion. On the other hand, Silver Night wanted a quirky yet charming, average stallion. 6 years later, Silver Night denies every stallion her stepmother presents. She currently lives in Canterlot.
Example RP segment:
Silver ignores the freezing rain pounding against her. She was too happy to let the storm bother her. It was her first time in a while without her mother, without the crowds and the cameras. After a long flight in the pouring rain, she knew she would catch a cold if she stayed out any longer. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a lit tavern. She immediately knew her mother would disprove; taverns were filled with all types of filthy ponies. Or so she was told. Silver's heart tugged at her. No, no! You CAN'T go in! You JUST CAN'T! A little voice screeched. She knew she was not bold enough. Not today. She thought dismally. She opened her wings and set flight for home.