Mane: short, dirty, and orange.
Tail:Thin, long, and prehensile. Rat like.
Eyes: brilliant forest green
Body: light cream yellow, she usually wears a plaid scarf made from her baby blanket and a Gatsby style brown wool hat. In the picture she is wearing her dark dark grey raincoat that she wears on particularly cold Manehattan nights.
Cutie Mark: three silhouettes of rats
Personality: Adventurous, impulsive, and self rightous, Topo is clever and tough, but doesn't think many actions through. She is quick to jump to conclusions and has very little regard for her safety. She longs for a home and a "nother daddy" of her own. She cares for Cazzo (her adoptive father), but can sometime get impatient with his cautious and overprotective treatment of her. She has a fear of cats, dogs, and other predators that prey on vermin.
Likes: Her "Animal Bros"(specifically rats, crows, and cockroaches), Cazzo, his puppets and preformances, going on adventures, She has a nasty drinking issue (much to Cazzo's chagrine), She loves fixing other ponies problems and acting the hero.
Dislikes: Cats, dogs, Predatory animals, being ordered about, Ponies who don't care/ignore/are mean to homeless ponies
History: Topo's biological mother and father are unknown. She was found by a couple of the Manehattan homeless in a dumpster wrapped in a plaid blanket and a Gatsby styled hat. The vagrants that found her decided that among them, Cazzo Rifiuti, the only one with a semi-stable job, should take care of her.
Cazzo proved to be a good foster parent, And despite his low income, he was able to provide ample food for Topo, even if he had to not eat dinner some nights. although she never got a formal education, she learned a host of different skills from the other hobos and crazy cat mares and factory workers that live in the slums like knitting, sewing, boxing, and a little welding and carpentry.
She got her cutie mark when she had a conversation with a rat. After a heated argument with Cazzo about the possibility of her attending a actual school, she stormed off to sulk. Needing anything to talk to, she decided to speak her mind to one of the ever present rats that infest the slums of Manehattan.
The rat replied with mild annoyance, then curiousity, then a acute sense of danger related to Cazzo. Despite a lack of words, Topo was able to piece together what the creature ment. The rat led her to the scene of her adoptive father being mugged by a couple hooligans. Using her new found magic, Topo rallied a swarm of rats and sent them after the muggers, driving them away.
Topo's ability lies in her empathetic communication and ability to command (sort of pied piper-esque) with rats. She is still learning to control her ability, and sometimes animals either misunderstand her instructions or flat out ignore her.
She lives wherever Cazzo is currently squatting, and can be found usually in the Slums of Manehattan.
((side note, I will post Cazzo's app after Topo is accepted))
Example RP segment: A foal has lost its mother and is sobbing inconsolably in the street . Given your OC’s personality, compose a brief narrative in which your OC identifies and addresses the situation.
Topo Rifiuti was on "The Beat," prowling through the back alleys of Manehattan and looking for a lost soul to save or a ner-do-well to vanquish.
What Topo didn't realize was that when a young filly jumps out of a trashcan and yells something about "RatMare!" is hardly capable to instilling fear or hope in the citizens of the Manehattan Slums. Of course, all of her neighbors (vagrants, hobos, and depressed factory workers all) didn't have the heart to tell the young foal that.
T. rounded a corner and came upon a younger foal sitting in a puddle of tears and snot, crying for his mother.
"Oh merde!" She whispered to herself. If asked, she couldn't name the language she had learned as a child from her adopted father, but it had a certain ring that she liked to hear, so she swore and cursed in it. "Poor kid..." She frowned to herself.
Topo walked up and jumped in front of the foal, posing triumphantly. "NEVER FEAR, RATMARE IS HERE"
The foal stopped sobbing, but stared dumbly at Topo.
Topo talked some more. "I will deliver you back to your mommy!" She magically sent out a signal to find a couple rats in the area. After finding one in the trash can a couple feet away, she opened the lid and looked into it.
"helloooo?" she called. "Mr. Squeaker? Rat? Whatever-your-name-is?" The rat responded with a peeved "squeak!"
"Aw, no need for that. hey has any of your buddies seen this foals mom?"
"squeak..." the rat said suspiciously.
"Come on, I just want to help. Don't be a dweeb." Topo threatened.
The rat's beady black eyes rolled. "squeak." the rat said, giving up.
"Thats the spirit! I'll get a description of the perp. Uh. I mean mom." She scrunched her face as the rat jumped onto her back.
After getting a brief description from the foal, who half way through broke down into uncontrollable messy water works, the rat was sent skittering off into the busy Manehattan streets.
"Them rats the best I know." Topo beamed proudly. she looked impatiently after the tail of the rat. "Uh... want to play a game of Go Fish or something? this may take a while..."
After a (stolen) lollipop, a run in with a friendly crazy cat Mare, a few mentions of the Foal's mother, and the miracle that is word of mouth, a hour and a half later a scruffy stallion who squatted in the same building that the Rifiuti's did appeared with a sobbing mare in tow.
"Hey there Topo. Found this one screaming and crying a block away and thought of what Cloudy told me Kitty told Poppers who told him. This one the kids foal?" The foal that was currently learning how to make a card house ran into his mother's arms and the two were reunited.
"Aha!" Topo stood up triumphantly. "Another case solved by the RATMARE."
A few minutes later, a rat crawled up her leg and squeaked excitedly into her ear.
"Oh yeah that? Oh we took care of it, don't worry."
The rat squeaked bewilderingly and ran off with a series of angry noises.