Mane: Cyan/Yellow, styled like Lyra's
Tail: Same as above
Cutie Mark: A blue, gilded book with a red marker hanging out of the bottom.
Age (Baby,adult): Young Adult, around the same age of the mane 6.
Personality: Cheerful, sociable, always keeping an ear open and his eyes peeled for adventure.
Likes: Storytelling, reading a great story, making people laugh, and taking his pals out to dinner at Chef Sandy and Applecider's eatery and drinkery!
Dislikes: Boring Ponies, bigots, blowhards,BARRELS and injustice.
History: Raised in Cloudsdale by restrictive parents, and always getting in trouble for running off with his friends on adventures in his youth, he grew tired of being ordered around and not having any say in what he wanted to do with his life, on his last year at flight camp, he flew off to the wilds of Equestria and didn't go back to Cloudsdale. When Cloudsdale was far out of sight, he realised he was an idiot. Luckily, a caravan of travelling Zebra's were nearby and let him travel with them. He eventually went off into the world with a nearly-endless enchanted empty book acquired from his last adventure and no bits to his name to reach out and touch some people. For the time being, he has decided to settle in Ponyville.
Example RP segment: (This is the scenario involving the tavern)
Quillon has just arrived in Ponyville via the Friendship Express, and he's looking for somewhere to get a drink after his long train ride. He sees a Bar/Resteraunt up ahead named Chef and Cider's Eatery and Drinkery. It's the nearest place to eat and... hang on... Chef and Cider? Surely they couldn't be the same Chef Sandy and Applecider who run that news broadcast and had those crazy adventures on their vacations? Only one way to find out, if it is them, maybe they could give me an account about that incident in the Everfree with those hunting parties and the Questing Beast... He pushes open the doors and recieves essentially a record scratch as all chatter and activity ceases and everypony turns to look at him. He is slightly fazed by this seemingly cold reception, but he doesn't let it show.
"Umm.... Hello there, amigos! This is a pretty nice place ya got here!"
He receives no response and is left standing there awkwardly, until the red Earth Pony at the bar yells "Woo! Another piggyba-err, I mean customer!" The brown-maned yellow Earth Pony at the ovens behind him facehoofs and resumes cooking up whatever's in the oven. Possibly something involving cacti, judging by his cutie mark. A rather odd one, Quillon notes, a cactus wearing a chef hat. Quillon shakes his head. Wugh. Getting too focused on the nitty-gritty, gotta get back to reality. The talk and bustle of the place starts up again and the ponies resume their conversations. Quillon sidles over to the counter.
"Hey, I'd like to order a mug of your fine cider."
"Certainly, that'll be 8 bits."
"You mean like those newfangled video game contraptions?"
"I guess you could say that, yeah."
The earth pony fills up a wooden mug with cider from the barrels behind. Quillon shudders involuntarily.
"Everything OK sir?"
"Yeah.. it's just.. barrels and I don't have a very good history..."
"It's a long story. I woke in this weird castle ages ago off on my travels. It was terrifying, it was full of weird two-legged creatures who were intent on killing me, and those barrels.. they were even more murderous!"
"Really? How can barrels be evil? They don't even have faces to evil laugh with.."
"You had to be there man!"
"Heheh, you're certainly an interesting character. You'll most likely brighten things up around here. Mind you, I don't think they can get much more lively round here, with that Pinkie Pie throwing crazy parties all the time. In fact all of those Element of Harmony-typey ponies are always starting something crazy round these parts."
At this last remark, Quillon chokes on his cider and comically spits it out in a fountain-like spray.
"*cough**choke* Sorry, Elements of Harmony? In this town? Really!?"
"Yeah, they sure do get up to some crazy stuff."
Applecider finds himself talking to thin air as Quillon is galloping down the road shouting something about stories for his book.