Name: Sea Breeze
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Mane: Light grey
Tail: Light grey
Eyes: Soft blue
Body: Deep sea green
Age (Baby,adult): Adult
Personality: He's the strong and silent type; however, he's very patient and level-headed. Though his temper is very well balanced and it takes a lot to get him mad, it's never a good thing when he does get angry, because boy, he gets angry
Likes: The ocean, quiet, peppermint, books, the simple things
Dislikes: Loud noises, crowds, rain, spicy foods, wind
History: The son of two very loving parents, a pegasus and an earth pony, Breeze's past is anything but troubled. His father was incredibly hardworking and his mother was a gentle soul-- two traits that he saw extremely important, and had even inherited from them. His younger brother was much more rambunctious than him, and because he always needed to keep an eye on him, he learned a great amount of responsibility at a young age. However, he didn't mind; he enjoyed letting loose occasionally with the younger stallion.
Breeze's talent is simple: he's a lifeguard, of sorts. Able to fly high in the sky and keep watch over waters, he's watchful and dutiful enough to do it properly. Although taking care of civilians can sometimes prove to be a headache, he can't deny the pride he feels when he helps someone out-- or even saves their life. He got his cutie mark when he was school age; a foal was playing in the water, but ended up going in too deep-- without second thought, Breeze was diving into the water and pulling him out.
Example RP segment: #1
It was strangely quiet; although there were a few ponies walking along the streets, it was nowhere near as crowded as usual. Blinking, Sea Breeze trotted along the road, hooves clacking beneath him and blue eyes looking about. It was a nice day, and he decided to enjoy it. However, just as he debated whether to go get an ice cream or simply continue along his path, a worrying sound met his ears-- the sound of somepony crying.
Confused, he followed the noise, until he was met with the sight of a foal sitting on the street, head held back and fat tears rolling down his cheeks. Breeze was naturally protective, so with a concerned look, he made his way over to the small pony, and nudged him gently. "Hey, hey," he muttered, trying not to startle him. "What's wrong?"
Whimpering, the small pony looked up at him, tears wobbling in his eyes. "I-- I-- I lost my mommy!" With those words, the foal began blubbering again, but Breeze didn't panic.
"Hey," he said, voice calm. "Don't worry. We'll find your mommy, Okay?"