Gender: Male / Stallion
Species: Earth Pony
Cutie Mark: A heavy workbox. It represent's his ability to work very effectively.
Age (Baby,adult): Adult
Personality: Serious, Blunt, and soft hearted on the inside.
Likes: Getting stuff done. Small Talk.
Dislikes: Being Praised. Silly Ideas. Dirty places. Insults.
History: Born in Canterlot, he made his own personal backyard orange farm of only two trees. He was a very hard worker and passed school with flying colors. Rarely worked with anyone outside the family. He found some Orange seeds and secretly planted them and kept them with him at the farm. Since he is moving to ponyville he collected some seeds and plans to do the same as he did before. Long Life friend to Cyan.
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.
Khaz was walking through a out-of-the-way town that he wasn't familiar with. He had no umbrella or coat to protect him from the rain. He didn't seem bothered by the rain but it was getting late. He had to find somewhere to stay.
Khaz say a light in the distance. The Tavern. He knew by the usual light that came from it. Khaz walked right over to it and whipped his hooves on the rug, then walked in. He looked around real quick for a open spot. There was one near the middle of the room. He walked on over and sat down.
A waitress pony looked at Khaz. "Want anything to eat or drink?" She asked.
Khaz shook his head.
Khaz kept his gaze on one spot on the wall opposite from him.
"May I sit here?" A hooded pony asked and sat down anyways.
"Why ask if you're just going to sit down anyways. Sure." Khaz bluntly stated.
The pony laughed. "Well, I was figuring you were a kind one and would let me sit here whether I asked or not." He stated.
"You're rude. Wait for an answer." Khaz told him.
"Why, yes. I should have." He calmly replied. "Are you looking for a place to stay?"
"Well I want to help you."
"Why?" Khaz replied.
"To be nice ofcourse." The pony grinned.
"..." The pony looked at him. "Why not?"
"If you're not going to explain, then I'm not interested." Khaz stated as he began to leave. He headed for ponyville the next morning.