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Original Characters / Classius Von Mayberk
2014 Oct 26, 08:06:35
Name: Classius "Classy" Von Mayberk
Gender: Colt
Race: Earth Pony
Age: 24
Occupation: Business Tycoon
Home: Canterlot
Appearance: Sporting a dark, chestnut mane and a darker shade of beige as his coat, Classy's mane is very well-maintained and groomed, appropriate to someone of his position. His hair is slightly longer than one would expect it to be however, slightly falling forward on his head and giving him a very relaxed look. For style and use purposes, his tail is also longer than a normal colt's and it is visible he takes care of it. His steel-colored eyes are a family trademark, courtesy of his mother.
Cutie Mark: A slightly bent horseshoe with three bits in the middle.
Talent: Ridiculous skills at being business-savvy; unparallelled luck.
Hobbies: Playing music, practicing self-defense, nose in other people's issues.
Personality: Classy is very decisive and will very rarely stop to ponder for too long over a single problem. He is a firm believer that a bad decision is better than no decision, and will act and behave accordingly. For all intents and purposes of his business practices, he is no stranger to underhanded business tactics to get what he wants, being a master tactician when it comes to manipulating people from the shadows without them realizing it. However, he is a great pony at heart and will go to great lengths, beyond the beck and call of duty to assist those in need with his unquantifiable wealth. Classy loves being in control not only to be in a better position to help others when needed, but he finds solace and peace in the knowledge that if something went wrong, it was his fault and no one else's. However, being a massively wealthy tycoon is imperative for him to be a force of good and he knows of this, and therefore is ruthless, surgically precise and overwhelming when it comes to making business with others. This makes him very difficult to approach and befriend, but those he holds dear to him are in a very good place. He holds his friendship with others very dearly, although thanks to his way of being, it is not easy to perceive when he is being honest or not.
Abilities: Classy can always remember something he's read, no matter how insignificant it was. His ability to process thought and memory are monstrously great, and he takes full advantage of what he knows he can do. When he needs to go relatively undercover to do things outside of the reach of his own name, he adopts an alter-ego he calls "Lucky", and infiltrates things with a friendly, enthusiastic demeanor.
Origin:
- Classius is the third and youngest of his family. With the eldest sister (Gracely "Grace" von Mayberk) and older brother (Luxury "Lux" von Mayberk) leading the helm of their childhood, Classy grew in the manor with relative simplicity, growing in an admittedly favorable position that very, very few would succeed to claim the same. As they grew older, they were slowly introduced to the world of the tycoon business they were in, although nothing serious for a long time to come. However, things changed very quickly when their mother passed away in an unfortunate tragedy, an accident no one could have done anything to stop, and their father grew ill from the shock of the loss.
The Mayberk tycoon, however, had its eyes set on nothing more than the business involved with the name the Tycoon had. The Mayberks, although being the chief owners of the name, had no real, full control of the tycoon, with each and every owner of their respective businesses and stock within the Tycoon were able to sign anything they pleased with the Mayberk name on it. Classy's father's brothers and sisters, uncles and cousins. They were the real power within the Mayberk tycoon.
The sole purpose of the Von Mayberk family, despite being the Top Seat of the Tycoon, was to, ultimately, decide on which project to fund when both tycoon parties came to blows. Mediators, if you will. And with that position in mind, Classy's father was being pressured in all directions by his family members to choose an heir to the seat. He was sick, he was not mentally stable. And he complied to their demands.
One day, their father summoned the three siblings and told them of the demands thrusted upon them. In a year's time, they would be judged and analyzed accordingly, to see which one of the three was to be the true heir of the Mayberk line. The ones that would not succeed would be cast away from the main family line and join one of the lesser branches of the family. Classy was furious at the idea, refusing outright to participate in a contest that would possibly lead his siblings to ruin, rejecting his own right to take part in that stupid demand. Grace and Lux however, did not do the same, accepting the proposal and then taking part in a contest that inevitably brought great distance between them.
As the year finally came to a close, much to everyone's surprise, Classy was the one chosen to be the heir of the family. Without trying to, without taking part in the contest, he was not given a choice and was judged the same way as his siblings were, and he won by a landslide. Shocked, horrified, Classy paid witness to his older brother and sister being taken away from the manor in the next week that passed, and swore to himself through tears and gritted teeth that he would fix this mistake. He would make justice with his own powers. Whatever it takes.
Many years passed with Classy absolutely embracing the role that was given to him. He became the business, adopted the doctrine of the Tycoon and bent it to his will in ways no one ever thought possible. With one good decision after another, Classy calmly, slowly and expertly made every correct move he could possibly make and then some. He carefully put every piece where it should be, and waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. During this period of time, Classy's father passed away, with him directing his final words to his son: "I am sorry, my son. I see in your eyes that I have damaged you, and I have no rights to ask anything of you. However, I also see doubt, and you cannot have that. I know what you plan on doing, for I am your father. I have but one thing to ask of you, my son: Succeed. Show those leeches what it means to be a Mayberk, and fix this nightmare I did not manage to." With those words in his heart, his final worries and doubts were cast away to the winds, and he made his move when he was 20 years old.
During the ceremony in which Classy would be considered the new chief of the Tycoon, he invited all other members of the Tycoon to a feast in the manor, and they all responded. Drinks were had, food was eaten and when the party was at its peak and he was announcing his taking the place of his father, officially, he also claimed all rights to the Tycoon business under his solitary hoof, showing to all those present that he had, through the course of the past few years, bought their businesses legitimately under the solitary name of "Mayberk". Of which he had full power over, from that moment forward.
Of course everyone rioted, but he had no equal. He challenged everyone to name certain aspects of their own business, publicly showing negligence, ignorance or outright farces within their particular branches of the business. He casually stomped their flame and rage, installing fear and respect instead by claiming he wasn't a monster: he would allow them to be managers of their previous businesses, but from that moment forward, all practices and decisions would fall onto him to make, and no one else. He was the sole owner of the "Mayberk" sign, and if they attempted to take ownership of the family, they would face the cold, hard truth of reality. Classius won all the business branches to himself that day, and as he celebrated in the lonely party hall with no one other than just himself when everyone else had gone, he knew he made the right choice. He felt comfortable in his new position, as if he was always meant to be there. Princess Celestia herself paid a visit to Classius that night, and was reassured with the clear-minded of his being after such a tremendous, monumental act.
Gender: Colt
Race: Earth Pony
Age: 24
Occupation: Business Tycoon
Home: Canterlot
Appearance: Sporting a dark, chestnut mane and a darker shade of beige as his coat, Classy's mane is very well-maintained and groomed, appropriate to someone of his position. His hair is slightly longer than one would expect it to be however, slightly falling forward on his head and giving him a very relaxed look. For style and use purposes, his tail is also longer than a normal colt's and it is visible he takes care of it. His steel-colored eyes are a family trademark, courtesy of his mother.
Cutie Mark: A slightly bent horseshoe with three bits in the middle.
Talent: Ridiculous skills at being business-savvy; unparallelled luck.
Hobbies: Playing music, practicing self-defense, nose in other people's issues.
Personality: Classy is very decisive and will very rarely stop to ponder for too long over a single problem. He is a firm believer that a bad decision is better than no decision, and will act and behave accordingly. For all intents and purposes of his business practices, he is no stranger to underhanded business tactics to get what he wants, being a master tactician when it comes to manipulating people from the shadows without them realizing it. However, he is a great pony at heart and will go to great lengths, beyond the beck and call of duty to assist those in need with his unquantifiable wealth. Classy loves being in control not only to be in a better position to help others when needed, but he finds solace and peace in the knowledge that if something went wrong, it was his fault and no one else's. However, being a massively wealthy tycoon is imperative for him to be a force of good and he knows of this, and therefore is ruthless, surgically precise and overwhelming when it comes to making business with others. This makes him very difficult to approach and befriend, but those he holds dear to him are in a very good place. He holds his friendship with others very dearly, although thanks to his way of being, it is not easy to perceive when he is being honest or not.
Abilities: Classy can always remember something he's read, no matter how insignificant it was. His ability to process thought and memory are monstrously great, and he takes full advantage of what he knows he can do. When he needs to go relatively undercover to do things outside of the reach of his own name, he adopts an alter-ego he calls "Lucky", and infiltrates things with a friendly, enthusiastic demeanor.
Origin:
- Classius is the third and youngest of his family. With the eldest sister (Gracely "Grace" von Mayberk) and older brother (Luxury "Lux" von Mayberk) leading the helm of their childhood, Classy grew in the manor with relative simplicity, growing in an admittedly favorable position that very, very few would succeed to claim the same. As they grew older, they were slowly introduced to the world of the tycoon business they were in, although nothing serious for a long time to come. However, things changed very quickly when their mother passed away in an unfortunate tragedy, an accident no one could have done anything to stop, and their father grew ill from the shock of the loss.
The Mayberk tycoon, however, had its eyes set on nothing more than the business involved with the name the Tycoon had. The Mayberks, although being the chief owners of the name, had no real, full control of the tycoon, with each and every owner of their respective businesses and stock within the Tycoon were able to sign anything they pleased with the Mayberk name on it. Classy's father's brothers and sisters, uncles and cousins. They were the real power within the Mayberk tycoon.
The sole purpose of the Von Mayberk family, despite being the Top Seat of the Tycoon, was to, ultimately, decide on which project to fund when both tycoon parties came to blows. Mediators, if you will. And with that position in mind, Classy's father was being pressured in all directions by his family members to choose an heir to the seat. He was sick, he was not mentally stable. And he complied to their demands.
One day, their father summoned the three siblings and told them of the demands thrusted upon them. In a year's time, they would be judged and analyzed accordingly, to see which one of the three was to be the true heir of the Mayberk line. The ones that would not succeed would be cast away from the main family line and join one of the lesser branches of the family. Classy was furious at the idea, refusing outright to participate in a contest that would possibly lead his siblings to ruin, rejecting his own right to take part in that stupid demand. Grace and Lux however, did not do the same, accepting the proposal and then taking part in a contest that inevitably brought great distance between them.
As the year finally came to a close, much to everyone's surprise, Classy was the one chosen to be the heir of the family. Without trying to, without taking part in the contest, he was not given a choice and was judged the same way as his siblings were, and he won by a landslide. Shocked, horrified, Classy paid witness to his older brother and sister being taken away from the manor in the next week that passed, and swore to himself through tears and gritted teeth that he would fix this mistake. He would make justice with his own powers. Whatever it takes.
Many years passed with Classy absolutely embracing the role that was given to him. He became the business, adopted the doctrine of the Tycoon and bent it to his will in ways no one ever thought possible. With one good decision after another, Classy calmly, slowly and expertly made every correct move he could possibly make and then some. He carefully put every piece where it should be, and waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. During this period of time, Classy's father passed away, with him directing his final words to his son: "I am sorry, my son. I see in your eyes that I have damaged you, and I have no rights to ask anything of you. However, I also see doubt, and you cannot have that. I know what you plan on doing, for I am your father. I have but one thing to ask of you, my son: Succeed. Show those leeches what it means to be a Mayberk, and fix this nightmare I did not manage to." With those words in his heart, his final worries and doubts were cast away to the winds, and he made his move when he was 20 years old.
During the ceremony in which Classy would be considered the new chief of the Tycoon, he invited all other members of the Tycoon to a feast in the manor, and they all responded. Drinks were had, food was eaten and when the party was at its peak and he was announcing his taking the place of his father, officially, he also claimed all rights to the Tycoon business under his solitary hoof, showing to all those present that he had, through the course of the past few years, bought their businesses legitimately under the solitary name of "Mayberk". Of which he had full power over, from that moment forward.
Of course everyone rioted, but he had no equal. He challenged everyone to name certain aspects of their own business, publicly showing negligence, ignorance or outright farces within their particular branches of the business. He casually stomped their flame and rage, installing fear and respect instead by claiming he wasn't a monster: he would allow them to be managers of their previous businesses, but from that moment forward, all practices and decisions would fall onto him to make, and no one else. He was the sole owner of the "Mayberk" sign, and if they attempted to take ownership of the family, they would face the cold, hard truth of reality. Classius won all the business branches to himself that day, and as he celebrated in the lonely party hall with no one other than just himself when everyone else had gone, he knew he made the right choice. He felt comfortable in his new position, as if he was always meant to be there. Princess Celestia herself paid a visit to Classius that night, and was reassured with the clear-minded of his being after such a tremendous, monumental act.
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Introductions Archive / Whaddup!
2014 Oct 25, 10:55:46
Hello, y'alls. 'Tis I, the Etherdrone. That one.
Many things have happened in the internets recently, one of them being yours truly registering into these forums. I like pastel horses, too, you know.
So, here I am, saying hello to all of you! Greetings and salutations, fellow Pony nerds!
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