Here is an Out-of-Character biography of Lunar Composer.
You know, if you want to be boring about it.
Name: Lunar Composer.
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Pegasus, Colt. (Male)He has a bad hind hoof, though it's not necessarily a problem, due to having wings.
Has a small interest in alchemy, though all he can really do is crush up Poison Joke flowers to make Powdered Joke vials.
Age: 16 (Play what you know, and all that)
Eye Color: Grey-Blue mix.
Mane Color: Black, with a small moon-silver streak.
Tail Color: Moon-silver, with a small amount of black approaching from the edges.
Coat Color: A dark-blue coat, which tapers off into black at the knees.
Cutiemark: A crescent moon with a star on its north, south, east, and west.
Talent: Starcharting, with a general knowledge and love of mapping in general. (He's just not as good at mapping, rather than Starcharting)
Personality:Lunar has patience in all things, save for a few topics.
He'll help you out with almost anything, so long as he genuinely thinks you need it.
He's shy, but not like a certain other pegasus we all know, he just lacks the motivation to interact.
His favorite things to do are,
Stargazing,
Reading, (Usually by candlelight)
Taking walks through Ponyville or the Everfree. (Preferably at night)
Life-long Aspiration: Fully mapping out the Everfree forest, and nights sky. (An impossible task, but he has the patience for it)
That about covers it.
However, if you still want to read my first, In-Character Auto-Biography, you can due so, by clicking that treasure box down there.
If you don't want to though,
I guess that's okay... I did put quite a bit of work into it though, so if you want to read it, I welcome the comments or criticisms you can throw at me.
[spoiler]Is uh, is this on? I should hope so, I've been trying to figure out this computer since Thursday.
Anyway, my name
would be Lunar Lens, if my parents had not been overcome by a bout of insanity when naming me. My actual name is Lunar Composer, they assumed I'd be in the family business, music, that is. They couldn't have been farther from the truth.
I've considered changing it, but it
is what my parents named me, and I don't want to make them think I'm ungrateful.
Well, I suppose I should tell you about myself first.
I am a Pegasus Colt formerly from Canterlot.
Though I'll get to my history some other time, so as not to bore you.
I'll start at my faults.
My saintly patience reaches everywhere except for three topics.
Unless you are a close friend, I don't care how curious you are, do not ask me about my bad hind hoof. I'll get back to that later however.
I don't like ponies pointing out the fact that my name does not have to do with my talent. I've heard it enough times from everypony else, and I don't need to hear it from you. Again, I'll get back to the topic of my talent later.
Lastly, and this I cannot abide even if you are Celestia herself. DO
NOT point out how feminine my tail is or SO HELP ME I'LL RI-[Static]
...
...
[Static Clears]
[Clears Throat] Anyway. Back to my faults.
Ponies
say I'm not social, and I incline to agree with them that I don't search out companionship. It is not from a lack of caring, but rather a lack of social skills. Around even the politest and most amiable ponies I tend to seize up, and my first instinct is to run away. This behavior has plagued me since a certain childhood event, though I do consider myself a good listener, if I happen to enjoy your company.
If you get on my bad side, however, expect not to see me. Ever. If you do happen to find me, I would suggest running, I'm known to throw one of my many harmful vials of Poison Joke, or Powdered Joke as I like to call it, at ponies who don't know when to quit.
I have yet to meet a pony in Ponyville who shares my interest in stargazing. Though, now that I think about it, that's probably because I don't talk to very many ponies.
Well that about covers my faults. At least, the ones I'm aware of...
Continuing the topic of my Special Talent, it is Starcharting.
I learned from an early age that I could easily spot, and remember, changes in the placement of the stars.
My near obsession with Stargazing was considered by my Father to be a distraction from my lessons on composing musical scores. He said I wasn't focusing on learning, and just daydreamed about the night sky. Those lessons were dreadfully boring and tedious...I hated them.
My only respite from that was my love of the sky. I didn't know that would soon be taken from me.
My father took my telescope. He thought he was being clever, hiding it in the rafters of the attic, but I was no fool. He raised me better than that.
Every night I would get up at 3:00 AM, fly up to the rafters to steal back my telescope, stargaze to my hearts content, then put the telescope back at roughly 6:00 AM. This was my life for 3 months.
Thinking back, I wonder if either Mother or Father knew how much it meant to me.
Eventually, my father found the Starcharts and observances I had been writing every night.
He surprised me that day.
He told me he was impressed by them, and that he was going to give me my telescope back.
I love that old colt...
They questioned my decision to go into the art of starcharting,
almost as much as my decision to move to Ponyville.
That is to say,
they threatened to take away my inheritance. At first.
Oh they didn't actually do it of course, they are good parents after all, they just had their expectations.
I simply had to prove to them that I could do it, and that I was
going to do it.
They didn't put up much more resistance when they woke up to me sporting a brand new Cutiemark.
I moved to Ponyville and began making new Starcharts to donate to the library in town.
I have a pretty good setup, I keep an eye on the heavens for the town, and I get a modest sum of bits from the mayor at the end of every month.
I can't believe I just went rambling about my history after stating I wasn't going to do that...[Sigh]...
I apologize,
I haven't even given you a description of myself yet.
Again, I deeply apologize.
I have a dark blue coat that I'm rather proud of, which darkens into black above my hooves. As for my hair, black mane with a moon colored streak, and a moon colored tail, with black encroaching on the edges.
My cutiemark is of course, a drawing of the night sky.
And lastly, my eyes are a grey-blue mesh of colors.
Maybe I should talk about my interests
other than stargazing...
I enjoy taking walks through the Everfree from time to time, usually when I need time to think. Not deep into it or anything, always on the path, or always in sight of the treeline.
That is also when I collect a fresh batch of Poison Joke for my improvised...Self-defenses.
It's either the Everfree, or just a stroll through town which is equally beautiful. The night really brings out the best in Equestria...
I enjoy reading by candlelight, though I prefer to read by moonlight, if it's bright enough.
Alright, I
loathe talking about it, but I suppose you have been patient enough to go through all of this just to get to the end, so I might as well reward you.
I was born with a withered hind hoof.
It isn't an impairment, not really. I have three healthy hooves, and a pair of wings for balance.
I was judged as needing help from the moment I was old enough to walk, even though I
don't need it.
I hated being singled out, almost as much as I hated my music lessons.
This led to an unfortunate incident at the Canterlot Summer Sun Celebration when I was seven or so.
I can't remember the exact year, but I was young and foolish in this regard.
I witnessed our Princess raise the sun, and was immediately certain that she could 'fix' me.
I ran up to her, and begged her to fix my leg. In front of the
entirety of Canterlot no less.
She calmly explained to me that she could not. There was nothing to fix, my leg was not heal-able because there was no previous state of healthiness.
I vaguely remember her trying to talk to me about how I shouldn't let something like this affect my opinion of myself, but I wasn't listening.
All I heard at that moment was that my only hope, our great Princess of the Sun, the ruler I had been raised to view as perfect and beautiful in every way, could not, or more accurately to me at the time,
would not help me.
I was distraught.
I suddenly realized that I was about to break down into tears in front of everypony in the amphitheater.
Unfortunately that only served to break me quicker. My parents herded my out of there with all the speed they could muster.
This public humiliation served as a factor in my decision to move to Ponyville. Nopony knew me there, and I don't plan on
letting them know me.
That was especially difficult when some pink...[Shudder]...
Horror...Decided to throw me a party.
But I think that covers everything.
I'll be going soon, I have more charts to make and revise.
I would wish you a good day, but it's not daytime, is it?...