Species: Earth Pony
Mane: Very rich golden colour, Goldilock's mane is full and lustrous and slightly wavy.
Tail: Same colour as mane, very long and full.
Eyes: Round, forest green.
Body: Very buff, strong and masculine. Colour of coat is dark, almost inky, blue.
Cutie Mark: Cinnamon roll with a wisp of steam curling to a hear shape.
Age (Baby,adult): Adult.
Personality: At first, Goldilocks is seemingly wary of others, might be even cold or distant. After befriending him, he dares to show his good nature - he is a big softie and really gentle personality beneath the silent distance. He is not exactly a gossiper, but does keep his ears open for the latest news when others think no one is listening. He tries his best to speak wisely, so it occasionally takes time, when he forms his sentences.
At his work, he is a bit of a perfectionist, doing his best to make things better than the last time. This obsession of his could be one of his weak points, as well as the distrust to anypony he does not know. He does not prefer to bake so-called 'frilly things', such as cupcakes, bigger cream cakes and stuff like that. His specialties are mainly different breads, buns and pies, sometimes varying with brownies and pastries. He knows how to work with small and sweet cakes and will bake those if someone orders, but they are not part of the selection of his bakery.
Likes: Being inside on a rainy day, warmth, hot chocolate, early mornings, well done bread and other baked goods.
Dislikes: Too much of irrelevant noise (like screaming hyperactive foals), blatant ignorance, bread dough gone wrong, scorching sunshine, old memories of school.
History: Goldilocks was born in a decent family of merchant ponies in Trottingham. They lived pretty nicely, the family not being either disgustingly rich or piss-poor. Goldilocks had somewhat normal foalhood, one exception being teased about his so-called filly-mane. As it was growing strong and healthy - also often being brushed and taken care of - it became the laughing stock of some Goldilock's agemates - not to mention his name. This made the pony somewhat wary of others, as usually the tease tended to turn to his mane.
When Goldilocks finished his school, he was still a blank flank - a late bloomer, so they say. He was encouraged to go to Canterlot to search for his occupation and true meaning in the world, though they were not in Canterlot. All he managed to do there was to do some heavy lifting and other odd jobs. He worked there several weeks, until received a message of a sick family member.
Because of the message, he returned to Trottingham to sit by the side of the sickbed and to try to help around the house. At this point, he tried his hooves at baking and his first batch of cinnamon rolls was a magnificent success, bringing hope and laughter back to the house. At this point he received his cutiemark, a cinnamon roll and wisp of steam to tell a tale of care and nourishment, as well as his baking skills.
After that, Goldilocks borrowed a sum of money to open his own bakery, where the most delicious bread and pastries around the town are now baked with love and care. Goldilocks worked hard to pay back the loan and he has recently paid back the last part of the loan, and he now owns the bakery all by himself.
Example RP segment: 2. A secret admirer confesses his/her love to your OC. Given your OC’s personality, compose a brief narrative in which your OC identifies and addresses the situation.
It was an early, misty morning, when Goldilocks got up and went to wash himself. He must have been the first pony to wake up, as the bread others wanted fresh to their breakfast tables was to be baked early. The tasty rolls and baguettes where still in a massive dough bowl, as Goldilocks came down to the bakery-floor - he happened to live upstairs in the same building.
The dark earth pony yawned a little, then starting to make a fire to the large stone oven. It was hard work, and the baker thought he'd need to take an apprentice or other baker to help around soon.
As soon as the fire crackled nicely in the oven, Goldilocks went to the front-room, shop area, to see that things were alright. Wiping a little dust off the counter, he suddenly noticed something underneath the front door. A letter?
A little curious, the baker went to take the letter. Envelope had been marked with letters, forming a strange pattern. What or who was S.W.A.L.K. ?
As the letter might have been an order from a desperate mother with a sick foal, Goldilocks opened the letter, then placing the glasses on his nosebridge to see the writing better. He eyed the writing, not quite believing what it was about...My dearest Goldilocks, I have been holding these feelings inside for so long...
, said the letter, and the baker had to push glasses better on his nosebridge. Watched from afar... Lovely mane... Burning passion... Hopes of getting to know him better? Love??
"Harrumph..." the baker snorted. This kind of practical joke was too familiar with him, it had happened twice to him already, always on Hearts And Hooves Day. Sure, colts liked a good laugh at someone else's expence, but Goldilocks was surprised someone would be still wasting their time on silly pranks.
Not reading the letter further, he returned to the back of the store, opening the heavy oven door to see, how happily fire crackled. "Sorry pals..." Goldilocks said, crumpling the letter in his hooves, "You won't fool me this time." Then he tossed the letter and envelope, S.W.A.L.K. and all, to the fire, closed the door and went back to his morning routines.