Mane: Short-ish, stylised, dark blue with gray stripes. A little thin and balding.
Tail: As short as mane, same colours, also thin and balding.
Eyes: Kind of small (smallness enhanced by glasses as well) and watery, deep reddish brown.
Body: Frail and weak, colour of really light lilac.
Cutie Mark: Patchmark
Age: Adult (elder)
Personality: Beneath the frail and weak body, there is a witty and sharp mind. Poppa tends to be curious elder, poking his nose on other ponies' business. He respects good manners and is awfully well-mannered himself. He can be really sweet and warm personality, though sometimes aching knees and forgetting things make him angry and snappy. He can hold a grudge for eternity. Has a weak spot for free food. He believes in the 'good old times' and often wonders about the modern ways of life.
Likes: Bowler hats and bowties, soft sweets, free food, typewriters , sunny days, walks in the park, feeding ducks, good old times, grandchildren, naps ...
Dislikes: Disrespecting youngsters, that modern music, prunes, noisy kids, losing his stuff, forgetting names and dates, aching knees, weak body
History: Poppa Patches - or just Patch, when he was younger - was born to unicorn parents, who were in the lower middleclass in the social hierarchy of Manehattan. He grew up pretty fast, learning about the dangers of the city, even if they did live in the nicer area. He was not very strong as a foal, but managed to get trough in local school by being invisible and average student.
As the family was not the richest around, things like toys and articles of clothing had to be recycled, and often were pretty worn out when Patch - the youngest of four siblings - got them. He learned not to ask for anything new, as the parents were often stressed out about their income situation. Instead of getting himself new things, Patch learned to tend, mend and fix the worn items very skillfully, thus realizing his special talent and earning his cutiemark. He specialized mostly on fixing textiles, but knows a thing or two of other fixable things as well. As he reached adulthood, he worked within the local laundry businesses, fixing clothes before and after washing.
Then he met HER. After working a few years, Patch finally managed to get a proper vacation, so he headed to Canterlot. He met the love of his life, Rosemary, a young mare of sweet and kind nature. She lived in another city, so Patch had difficulties to court her, mainly doing it by letters and gifts sent to the mare. It took a long time, but when he proposed to her, Rosemary was glad to accept the proposal. They moved together in Manehattan and started a family.
At this point, Patch's life was pretty uneventful, he got foals with Rosemary, the foals grew and left the home eventually. Patch and Rosemary grew older, and were pretty much happy with their simple lives at the point. Their foals had foals, so Patch became Poppa Patches.
After Rosemary passed away, and Poppa Patches retired from his daily work, he moved out to Trottingham to spend his retirement years. Loneliness did not work well with him, so Poppa took some hobbies, like tending the garden of his house, painting with watercolours and a course on creative writing. Creative writing was his favourite by far, so he bought himself a typewriter and started to write some crime stories to keep his mind clear of cobwebs. First drafts were pretty horrendous, but later on he learned how to make a captivating and interesting story. He decided to keep the hobby light, not pursuing a massive success, but got curious as one of his offspring suggested he'd offer something to publishers.
Poppa did, and the first Silvershoes Mystery-book got out some time after, though written by the mysterious Poison Pen. It did not gain a massive following, but just enough to pay the expences and a wee bit extra. The reviews on the first book were somewhat rough, but the budding retirement writer took the critique with a grain of salt and wrote another story, this time gaining a little more popularity. At this point Poppa Patches decided, that even if he lived in Trottingham, Poison Pen would live somewhere in Manehattan, so he rented himself a Post Office Box from his old homecity for all the Poison Pen-dealings.
Example RP segment: 5. A colt is bullying a filly in the Manehattan street. When your OC looks to him, he turns to your OC and snaps, "What're you looking at?" Given your OC’s personality, compose a brief narrative in which your OC identifies and addresses the situation.
Poppa had been running errands in Manehattan, some things according to the Poison Pen. He had gotten mail from the PO Box, sent the latest rough draft to the editor, that sort of thing. Now it would only be time for lunch and then maybe catch a ride home. While walking the streets, the elder noticed something on the other side of the street.
"What're you looking at?" a colt snapped as Poppa had stopped to take a better look. A filly in the colt's company seemed upset, teary-eyed. Poppa Patches adjusted his glasses, then crossing the street.
"Shonny," he said, his 's' being softer than said by others, "I am looking at shome dead-beat dummy, who needsh to put othersh down to feel better of himshelf." He gave a stern look at the colt.
"What's it to you, grandad?" asked the colt, keeping up with his disrespect.
Poppa coughed solemnly, then saying: "It sheemsh your poor parentsh did not teach you any manners, shonny-me-lad... Sho, I have to teach them to you. If you don't leave thish poor filly alone, I will shmack you around the earsh, until you undershtand."
The colt seemed a little disturbed of this violent elder, taking a few steps away from him.
"Yeah yeah, whatever!", the colt shouted, then running away. The filly, however, was still crying. Poppa took a hanky from his saddlebags, levitating it to the filly. "Now now, lassh, do dry your tearsh and run home, will ya." he said, giving an assuring smile.