A baton with a heart shaped top and a long pink ribbon, wrapping around her legs while random notes cover the ribbon.
Mature & Violent
Uproar is a pale lavender mare with lavender hooves. She's known to have an attractive slender body with noticeable curves. Her golden blonde mane is styled in a messy curly manner with various curls around her mane. Her mane reaches up to her shoulders and has various split ends, her mane also covers her forehead and sometimes it covers her eyes. Her eyes are a pricing emerald color. Another noticeable trait about her is that her tongue is the same color as her eyes, and her fangs drip a noticeable neon purple liquid. Uproar is commonly seen wearing her hot pink feather boa.
Rules n such;
Please understand that I have a life outside of this site. I have college and that pretty much murders any chance at a social life. So please give me at least two days to reply to our RP before checking up on me.
Ask before roleplaying with me unless it's a chat based RP or I come up to you.
Please note I can be fairly shy and sometimes I can get overwhelmed, so please understand if I don't talk in conversations or roleplay in awhile, I'm not ignoring you but taking a break(or I forgot to, I'm very forgetful)
Please note that all art of Uproar is made by me unless stated otherwise. If you're interested in my artwork please message me for my commission prices! I also accept art trades or trades/exchanges as well.
Please note that Uproar can be a bitch, so don't complain about her behavior to me OOC.
Please note that if our characters are in romantic relationship/dating it doesn't mean that we're dating in real life.
I am not going to deny the fact that Uproar is a fucking sociopath. So please discuss any limits you have with your character before hand(especially if they're a changeling).
Note that Uproar's main diet is changelings and insects. Her family line has been known hunt down and devour said changelings, so her body is different from other bat ponies due to this. Her fangs have a special venom which is explicitly used to melt changeling chitin into a edible mush which Uproar eats. If you're not okay with your changeling character being hunted down and devoured please refer to the paragraph above. Uproar is not above developing relationships or bonds with her food. I also do not engage with these types of roleplays or use her venom without permission.
History and Details:
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Personality:</em> </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><br />Uproar is a bashful pony at first glance. She often blushes quite a bit, and she makes little sounds when she’s surprised or frightened or just generally unable to speak. She often speaks with a tone of politeness, often believing she grew up in an upper class family. She is very polite to those who she meets, and will often keep formalities to her. She gives off an aura of being very innocent and naive, but the truth is that she understands the world around her. When ponies are around her, she is awfully cheerful yet shy if select words are used.(Often flirting or complimenting her). She only acts bashful around strangers or ponies who she wants to impress. Uproar believing that this will get her what she wants.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">All though, there is another side that others do not know. Under that adorable, and sweet natured outside lies a heart made of coal. It’s fueled by company, and it burns until there's nothing left but cinder and ash. Desperate for love and affection from others. She is seemingly selfish, and very condescending. If she believes you’re not worth her time, she will spit at you and tell you straight in your face. This mare prefers to have a situation manipulated by her then not having control at all. She can be very passive aggressive, and her words are selectively chosen to sting and try to control those who hear. Due to her diet of changelings, she is aroused both mentally and sexually, by the predatory thrill and sadistically hunting down her prey to the point where they will go completely insane. A psychopath in that degree she does not stop until she gets her cloven hooves on chitin of changelings. Her purple venom riddled saliva designed to melt and harm those who are insects, changelings wholeheartedly included.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Most ponies don’t usually see or even take notice of it. Most ponies would usually see and only see the fawn-like outside unless there is a competition or she’s angry. It is the easiest way to see her true self. She is determined to be number one, and always have it her way. That’s why she’s probably the most physically fit ballerina you’ll ever meet. She has a BIT of an anger problem coming from her energetic nature. She uses ballet as an outlet for that anger and energy of hers. She doesn’t like it when things go her way.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><br /><strong><em>History:</em></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Uproar was born in a poverty stricken family in Fillydelphia. Her parents never received an education past high school. She lived in a small home with her mother, her father and her elderly grandmother. Her parents worked two part time jobs that often made sure they didn't stay home for long. They never had the time to rise their daughter. So her grandmother was left to make sure Uproar had a good upbringing. Her grandmother was a retired ballerina who used what little money she had to give her grand daughter what she asked for. Growing up with only the love of her grandmother. She became her whole world, her only friend. Uproar becoming spoiled rotten. It was until she went to school.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Uproar was often bullied for being the only filly in class without a cutiemark. She was often alone without any thought on to why. It was like this for a very long time. Alone at home, alone in school and these thoughts laced in her head like a cobweb. Stitched finely into place was her anger and loneliness. Meanwhile her parents fought over various things, shift hours, food, what bills should be paid and who should get new clothing. Uproar had tried to stop it, but her grandmother told her it was useless. For they wouldn't listen to her.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">At eight years old, her father had left. Her mother forced to become the breadwinner for the family. Everything seemed to happen at once. On a raining day she began to release all of her tension at once. Just one little insult, broke the straw on the camel's back. Uproar had brought her umbrella to a close, and began to beat the filly known as Pearly White down to her knees and screamed to stop. Uproar had kept on until the school staff pulled her away and took her blood stained umbrella away from her. Both fillies were suspended for a month, and Uproar came home to a very angry mother. Her heart hardened that day, and she told herself to never take anything she didn't like lying down.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">When the suspension was finished. Uproar, had transformed from that quiet filly that no one notices, to a filly no one should push around. After what happened, Pearly's parents transferred her to another school and Uproar became the bully. After that, whenever she felt angry, she would let everyone know. Her grandmother, her only friend, tried to help her release that anger through dance and music. By dancing, Uproar was able to feel better slowly and by playing her violin, she was able to distract herself. She soon began pursue this endlessly. All she thought about was dancing.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">When she was ten, her grandmother had surprised her with a chance to enter Madam Foster's dance academy. Since her grandmother knew Madam Foster herself, she gave little Uproar a chance to realize her dream for free. It was a gift, for an old friend. Uproar excited and filled with joy began to train endlessly for the audition. She spent day and night, dancing and figuring out an act that would blow them away. When that dreaded day came. Uproar was prepared to entertain. The judges seemed like they didn't have their cup of morning coffee. She needed to do something that would impress them...should she just dance? Her hooves slowly inched towards her violin given to her by her beloved grandmother. She knew what she would do. Uproar came on to the stage with her violin, her body beginning to sing it's silent song with her movements.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">She was really into it though. Her movements reflected it. She moved with the grace of a true dancer, and her violin did play a beautiful song. Everything seemed perfect until it was near the end of her performance. Where she wanted to push herself to see if she could do a single backflip. One more move, and it would be all over. All though, she did something she did not expect. The unpredictable factor happened. She fell down, and sprained her left wing on her violin. Yeah, that caught their attention. She was rushed to medical attention, and had fragmented wood removed from leathery wing. Uproar was crying, not because it hurt, but because she probably didn't make it.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">She wasn't able to fly for a good two months. No mail from the academy. She was about ready to give up on waiting until the letter came. Surprisingly, she made it. Uproar made it, on that moment she read the letter out loud to her mother and grandmother, her cutie mark finally appeared. A half note and a quarter note tied to a silk ribbon. It was her destiny to dance. The filly began to pack her bags even though her wing is out of order. After her wing was fully healed. She went to Madam Foster's dance academy. For years, she was there training her best. Making sure she took advantage of everything the school had to offer. All though she still bullied a few fillies now and then with her being the 'best dancer of all of Equestria' bit.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Now, at the age of twenty, she recently graduated from the dance academy. Her mother and grandmother had moved to Manehattan due to financial reasons. Uproar was able to get her first performance a few months after her graduation. Her mother and her grandmother told Uproar that they were not able able to attend due to not having enough money to buy a train ticket or pay for a hotel room to stay in. However, little did they did she know that they came to surprise her.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Sadly, it was also the day when the changelings attacked in Canterlot. Her two family members were one of the many unspoken victims in that tragic event. Uproar constantly sent letters to them, but they never replied. She assumed they were dead or became homeless. Uproar went to Manehattan to look for them. Every homeless shelter was checked, missing signs posted high and low. The last time they were seen they were on the train to Canterlot. Worried, afraid and truly alone in the world. Uproar bitterly lives on trying to gain a little attention, a little love to fill what was left by becoming a famous, sought after ballerina. One who would dance for royalty at events and would have nothing but the best given to her. Even if it meant stomping out a few dreams along the ride.</p>
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