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Mar. 30th, 2013 07:15 pm
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Age: 26
Contact: email: sagesaria9475@gmail.com
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Characters Played: Iron Liz

Name: Peter "Jack" Moon
Canon: Harvest Moon 64
Canon Point: sometime early in the first year of his life on the farm
History: Pete - or Jack, as he prefers to go by his middle name - was born and raised in the city across the sea with his parents. But he was never what you would call a city boy; it was loud and smelly and dangerous and life was complicated, and he didn't like it at all. His entire life, what he really missed was the country; as a child he once spent a week in Flower Bud Village with his grandfather on his farm. Since it was so long ago he doesn't remember much about it, admittedly, except that he felt at peace in the quiet village, and even made some friends with the local children with many adventures and mishaps.

He lived out at fairly normal life in the city, despite his dislike of it, living with his father after his parents divorced in his teens, finishing school, but still not knowing what he wanted to do with his life. Then one early spring when Jack was nineteen, he received word that his grandfather in Flower Bud was deathly ill. He set out to see him immediately, though because his father was delayed by work, Jack was alone with his grandpa as he passed away, whispering faint last words to him that he couldn't quite make out.

As the brief funeral and memorial processed, Jack started to realize just how much had changed since he last was there. New, unfamiliar faces were everywhere, the girls he barely remembered playing with were grown, beautiful women, but most notably and worst of all, the farm he remembered being prosperous and beautiful was now in shambles. He could overhear the rest of the town wondering aloud; what would become of that farm now? There was nobody to run it, they couldn't possibly sell it in the state it was in. It would most likely have to be torn down and something new put in its place, much to the dismay of grandpa's long time friends.

After the funeral, Jack sat in the yard of the old farm watching the smoke from the chimney. It rose straight up into the air, an image that resonated with him strongly; it was as if Grandpa was floating straight up to heaven. He had a long time to think about things while his father caught up on the news, and he decided that he wasn't going to let them tear down the farm; he was going to take care of it himself and bring it back to its former glory. He talked with dad about it, and they came to an agreement; if he could revive the farm and make life in Flower Bud a job and a home in two and a half years, then he could stay. If not, he would have to come back to the city and work with dad. And so with a few spare belongings, his grandfather's old tools and notes, and his pet dog Koro, Jack started life over in Flower Bud Village, determined to make grandpa proud.

Personality: Jack is a quiet, gentle boy whom one would never expect to have lived in the city all his life. Since his father heavily encouraged his education, he is very book-learned and a hard-worker. When he has his mind set on a task, he will do what he can to finish it or at least do his best. However, his education about a subject is not necessarily the same as experiencing it; he can read all there is to know about how crops grow and how to take care of an animal, but it is not the same as actually feeling the physical and emotional strain of running a farm and balancing a budget. The physical part is a big one, too; Jack is very much not used to doing a lot of heavy lifting or running around, and tends to tire out easily if he pushes himself too hard; he'll have to pace himself if he ever wants to see Grandpa's farm prosper again.

Having been so focused on his studies, Jack is a little shy and naive, especially around girls. But with that shyness comes good listening skills. and he likes letting other people do the talking anyway; he is friendly and enjoys meeting new people, he just may not know exactly what to say to them. A hopeless romantic, he tends to try to convey his feelings to a pretty girl with actions instead of words, bringing them flowers and the like. He does dream of someday having a family of his own, perhaps someday he'll find a girl who can put up with his bashful attempts at flirting.

Jack does, however, seem to have a natural soothing presence to animals. His calm, warm nature allows them to feel comfortable around him, and in turn he is able to get close to them and can figure out their mood. In general Jack enjoys the outdoors and is excited to have this opportunity to live in such a peaceful, rustic town.

Strengths: hard-working, optimistic, good memory, good with animals, good swimmer
Weaknesses: shy, naive, not the most physically fit
Possessions: his pet dog Koro, some basic farming tools; a hammer, axe, hoe, watering can and sickle
Pony/Animal Type: earth pony
Cutie Mark: a gardening hoe
Pony Picture: none currently

First Person: Er, hello everyone,

My name is Jack, I just woke up here, and it looks like I'm not the only one in this predicament. I'm not usually a pony, you see, but everybody around me says they were also turned into ponies. I've never really known what to believe about magic and stuff, but I guess that has to be it, right? Unless this is a really weird dream...I did eat some curry last night.

Well anyway, is there someone I can talk to who lives in this area? I'd like a tour if I'm going to be stuck here for a while. Maybe I'll try to start up a farm here, too.
Third Person: Jack still wasn't used to this.

It was strange enough learning to walk on all fours, how to do simple tasks without opposable thumbs or even fingers, and don't get him even started on how naked he felt not really needing clothes, as if he even could pull on a pair of overalls anyway. But even if he could get used to that, he still wasn't sure what to make of love in this place.

Well okay, maybe love was too strong a word; he barely even knew her. But he couldn't deny the fluttery feeling in his chest that he got whenever the mare next door smiled at him. And every time, he felt suddenly conflicted as soon as she went back inside. His first thought was that she was pretty, and he'd often said that about horses before, but this...he thought of her just like he would a human being. That wasn't odd, was it? He was a pony just like her, wasn't he?

But then again, she had been a pony all her life. He still wanted to think of himself as human, even when his occasional faceplant when trying to stand up told him otherwise. How would kissing even work? His cheeks burned a little at the thought, as they always did whenever he thought about kissing a girl. How would he even talk to her? If he brought her flowers, would she just eat them? Would she be able to live with someone who wasn't originally a pony, as much as he was struggling with that fact himself?

Jack shuffled his hooves awkwardly, glancing over his little garden plot. Maybe it would at least be nice to be neighborly?


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