Silva

Name:   Silva
Age:    Adult
Gender: Female
Specie: Griffon

Special Talent: Modeling

Occupation:     Drifter/Aspiring Model

Appearance:     Silva the Griffon would call herself 'clean and prim' or 'fancy and proper', if she was up to looking proper right now.  She's rough from the road and only really stays clean by preening; she's been out of makeup for a while and she's not had the time to properly manicure her talons.  In any case, she is a brown furred griffon with white feathers covering her head and down her torso.  She is a bit taller than her younger sibling, but she's also got that lean, hungry look that a traveler who has fallen on hard times often has.  However, now, she's at least clean and not even remotely stained with trail dust, though no where near properly styled.  Her eyes, one might notice, are grey rather than gold.  She wears saddlebags while traveling, though they seem mostly empty.

Personality: Silva is proud, as her kind often is, but she's one who sees the beauty in life.  It set her at odds with her family, and it set her on a path she wasn't prepared for.  Somewhat hypocritically, she can grow a little irritated with arrogance.

History: Silva was born in Cloudsdale, daughter of a hard-working griffon and his homemaker wife.  She was the oldest child of the bunch, and she was doted on a bit more because she was content to be mommy's little girl.  Gilda was born a year after her, and was the more rough and tumble child.  They both ended up in flight camp, and they were both excellent fliers in their youth.  However, they took different paths in life.  When the Junior Speedsters section she was in took its trip to the Wonderbolts' Flight Show, she marveled at them...but really appreciated their appearances moreso than their tricks.  They were dashing souls, and their brilliance in flight...

She became inspired, but ultimately this led to her slacking through (and out of) Junior Speedsters before her little sister joined the program.  She was a lost and misled soul at that time in her life, really.  Cloudsdale was not the place to become a fancy pants of any sort.  In general, the most glamorous ponies were those Wonderbolts.  Silva tried to follow them to their next show, but was blocked at the gate in Canterlot.  Her mother and father told her it was a bad idea, and that culminated in a big fight where she told them that she didn't need them telling her how to live her life, and that she didn't need their 'boring' life and 'lame' house.

Sadly, she could really only watch from a cloud near the side of the racetrack, and she watched the rich and well-dressed ponies within having the time of their lives.  She envied them and wanted to look as good as they did.  However, she had no bits to her name, and Canterlot was not the most caring of cities for any pony with no bits.  She ended up doing beggar's work; hauling trash, pushing clouds for 'real' weather crews, and all of that rot.  She slept on some nice pony's couch, living in a cheap flat.  She pooled her spare bits, though, trying to buy nice clothes for herself.  It took a while (especially with the prices of getting custom pieces built for griffons!), but she actually had a reasonably swanky outfit for wearing at a party.  She didn't know how in the world she'd get an invite, though.  One day, she saw a passing earth pony with strange glasses who was talking about 'da magics!'  Gab of the crowd revealed that this pony was a photographer who took pictures of 'models'.  From how they spoke of some of these models, she was sure that they were ponies who would be wanted at any party.

Long story short, Silva managed to impress the famed Photo Finish.  However, it was the greatest cruelty that her temporary success led to a greater failure.  On the third or fourth fashion show, she was accosted by a pair of rich ponies who insinuated that a 'pretty'd up beast' like her shouldn't be up there.  It turned into a physical altercation and the whole affair pretty much fell apart from there.  Ponies lost the point of the show after she lost her cool.  Worse, Photo Finish's fame took the hit for the whole 'debacle'.  Photo Finish had been nice enough to explain the situation to the guards and pay her model's fine, but Silva found herself tiring of this arrogant city.  She walked out on the industry after suffering another insult at a later show, barely holding herself back.  She was beautiful and didn't deserve that kind of treatment!

Part of her wanted to go home, but her pride wouldn't allow her.  After what she had told her parents, anyway, she was sure they would never welcome her home.  Still, she was poor and had no where to go...

Or so she thought.

Wandering the roads, the paths, and the skies took her toward a sleepy town called Ponyville.  Maybe, just maybe, she could make a living there.  Besides...she had heard good things about the Carousel Boutique...

Other:  Related to Gilda, Silva is remarkably easy to mistake for her.  The eyes, her nature, and her height betray her to those who know her, though.


Body:  3
Mind:  2
Skill: 1
Wits:  3