Post by Karat on Mar 5, 2013 21:33:47 GMT -5
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Flim
"Why don’t you take a step into the modern world with me, sweetheart?"
Flim
"Why don’t you take a step into the modern world with me, sweetheart?"
Personal Information
[/center]Gender: Male
Age: Young Adult
Species: Unicorn
Personality: Flirty
Likes: Apples, cherries, machines, leisure, magic, sweet treats, mares, and money
Dislikes: excessive labor, flowers (allergies), and being alone
Personal Life
[/center]History: Flim grew up on his aunt’s orchard alongside his twin brother Flam, his parents having decided to be eccentric and go nomad with their herd. Though he was a hard worker, growing up in the orchard, he couldn’t help but feel that there had to be an easier way to getting things done. Being a child of a rival orchard to Sweet Apple Acres, it was natural that the stallion would build an appreciation for both crops. However, being slighter and a lot bigger on words, he would often butt heads with the much bigger Big Macintosh.
As he grew older, it was obvious that the stallion took a greater hand at tinkering than cherry-picking, trying to build a better farmer. An automatic cherry-picker was just the start of a long line of inventions made by the younger of the twins. He moved off his aunt’s property at the appropriate age, but he still continued trying to make devices to save labor and make a more leisurely life by making everything a breeze with only a thought. Of course, in town, he’s built up a reputation as “the lunatic professor” and “the most hard-working lazybones about.” Though not entirely popular in town, he has decided to try settling down with a nice set of mares (many believe his aunt has been threatening him to make such pursuits).
(In this continuity, the Flim Flam Brothers cider competition has not taken place.)
Family: Flam (Brother), Cherry Jubilee (Aunt), Left to RP
Friends: Left to RP
Enemies: Left to RP
Territory: Flim’s home is a fair-sized territory with a lot of fertile ground which can easily be used for farming. However, the house itself is rather small. Due to his inventive nature, there are several machines that decrease the need for labor, such as a clothes-washing machine and a mechanical chef, all powered by magic. There is a lot of potential, but he’ll certainly need to build up to make living space for any potential spouses. Also, the inventions might make it a little dangerous for raising young foals.
Relations (Chemistry)
Earth Ponies: Good
Unicorns: Good
Pegasi: Neutral
Brave Ponies: Neutral
Proud Ponies: Good
Shy Ponies: Neutral
Flirty Ponies: Good
Friendly Ponies: Bad
Good Chemistry Ponies: Left to RP
Bad Chemistry Ponies: Big Macintosh, Granny Smith, Mr. Waddles, most senior ponies
Sample Post
Flim bit the inside of his cheek in thought as he adjusted a few gears inside of his latest creation. It wasn’t easy to make a machine powered by magic. First there was the conversion unit, so the magic would even power the device to begin with. Then there was just the right angle of the clockwork. Automatic dough kneaders didn’t just invent themselves, after all.
The unicorn slammed his head on the open type of the device, though, when a knock came to the door. He pulled his hat off of his head and rubbed it softly. He turned to the door and walked over, opening it to reveal the post-stallion. He nodded and tipped his hat. “Salutations! A fair morn to you, then. A special delivery, I should suppose?”
The post-stallion just picked a letter out of his pouch and placed it on the doorframe. He smiled meekly, before speeding away.
One might have suggested that the running was from fear of an exploding invention. The unicorn inside the house knew better, though. He swallowed as he could practically hear his aunt yelling through the envelope. “All right. All right!” He used his magic to carry the letter from his doorstep to the table in his dining room. He immediately proceeded to his dough kneader. As he worked, though, he could feel the very letter on the table staring at him as he worked. After a few minutes, he threw his wrench down and groaned. “All right. All right! I suppose I could use a mare’s touch around here.” He shut the machine and slammed it shut. “It shouldn’t be that hard, right? I’m going!” He huffed as he passed the letter, shuddering at the potential fury from the one who raised him.