OC: Chocolate Chip
Name: Chocolate Chip, went by Chip or Cocoa (pet name)
Gender: Male
Species: Unicorn
Approximate age: 18 years
Description:
He is large for a unicorn, his grandfather being a rather formidably sized Earth Pony. He has a very dark brown coat. His mane and tail are both two-tone, the base color being the same as his coat and the highlight being a deep red. His mane is slicked back, and his tail is cut fairly short. He has chocolate brown eyes and wears metallic grey rimmed glasses.
Background:
He was raised in the apartment above his parents' places of business in Fillydelphia; his mother ran a confectionery and his father ran a smithy. He lived a fairly typical foalhood; his parents made enough bits that they were pretty well off, and his parents were very loving. He had few friends, but that was more because he kept to himself than anything else. After he earned his Cutie Mark, he apprenticed with his dad in the smithy. He decided that he needed to step out on his own and maybe start his own smithy somewhere, and his mom suggested Ponyville.
Personality:
Chip is kind of oblivious. His almost sheltered foalhood has led him to not have much tact and have too much naivety. If ponies can get past the fact that he almost always speaks without thinking, he is very fun to be around. He is spontaneous, and has trouble concentrating on conversations, focusing more on what he could be doing later. However, when working on a project, he can have extreme tunnel vision, to the point where it can be very difficult to gain his attention. He is pretty smart and very creative, but it can be hard to focus this on productive avenues.
Cutie Mark: Chip's cutie mark is a trio of three spinning gears. He is good at making things work, be it a mechanical monstrosity or a plan for the weekend.
One night, Chip sneaked into his father's smithy after his parents went to bed, and he found one of his father's problem projects, a particularly tricky train engine. Wanting to help, or simply not considering the consequences of his actions, he decided to, let's say, do a little tinkering overnight. In the morning, his father entered his workshop, dreading another day of failure with this engine, only to find that it was miraculously operating. Highly confused, the father returned to his kitchen to take a minute away from his smithy, and find a little hard cider, to find Chip sitting there eating breakfast, gears adorning his flank.
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Originally Posted by Quill and Brush
