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Richtor "The Coaltion" Keyes
By: Richtor Keyes Date: December 21, 2013, 11:48 pm
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[font=georgia]Name: Richtor "The Coaltion" Keyes
Gender: Colt
Species: Unicorn
Approximate age: 22
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[center][font=georgia]Background:
Born unto a sophisticated family in Canterlot, Richtor Keyes
never really did enjoy the more fancy things in life. Everything
was provided and paid for at just a mere breath. As a result,
Richtor rarely saw an opportunity to take care of himself, and
he always felt like he was being babied into the luxurious
lifestyle. The first few years of his life was spent on early
education. Unlike most unicorns his age, Richtor showed little
to no interest in magic, perceiving such a gift as just another
luxurious tool. Concerned about their son's thoughts and
feelings, Mera and Troy Keyes enrolled Richtor in a preliminary
magic school in hopes of raising his interest on the subject.
Oddly enough, he took more interest in reading about magic,
rather than perform it. Slowly but surely, the reluctant Richtor
began to learn the basics of magic and even began to open
himself up to those around him.
Richtor never had very many friends growing up. This was simply
because he rarely put forth the effort to speak with other
ponies, much less play with them. Richtor had a bad habit of
viewing those around him as pampered clones of luxury, or even
snobs at its worst. Once again, his parents picked up on this
strange trait and devised a plan to break him out of his shell
the only way they knew how: Party, party, and more parties!
Concerts, operas, balls, dances, and processions were all on the
list. At first, Richtor was skeptical... But then something
happened that left him in complete awe. Quite simply, Richtor
discovered the power of music, forgetting all about the itchy
coat, the cramped theater, and even those blasted annoying
hoof-cuffs. Wide-eyed with wonder, Richtor transformed nearly
overnight, finally finding some common ground with the other
ponies as well as something he truly enjoyed in life. Week after
week, Richtor looked forward to hearing the next great artist to
grace the stage. However, there was yet one more life defining
moment in his future. Richtor had seen just about everything at
this point and was seriously considering having his parents
purchase him a cello... That is until he met Frédéric
Horseshoepin. There was something about Horseshoepin that struck
a chord with him, and he never really understood why until a
couple years later. After Horseshoepin's astonishing
performance, Richtor convinced his parents to buy a piano.
And thus, Richtor's piano lessons began. Being able to play a
little bit themselves, Mera and Troy gladly helped him with his
first steps. Much to the surprise of everypony, Richtor
blossomed more quickly than anypony could have ever imagined as
he surpassed his parents and most beginner grade material in
just a few short weeks. Mera hired a famous private tutor by the
name of Jill Cleff to help further his studies. Needless to say,
Jill was also surprised by Richtor's fiery ambition and
perseverance when it came to music, especially the piano. After
couple years of constant, hard work, Richtor would find himself
upon that same stage that jump-started his dreams. One daring
performance later, along with a well earned cutie mark, Richtor
was considered to be one of the best for his age.
Much to everypony's surprise, Richtor made the big decision to
move to Ponyville just a short time later. When asked why, he
simply smiled and responded, "If there is more music out there,
I want to find it. And I will spread mine wherever I go. No one
kind of instrument is the same, but they all have the ability to
touch your heart..." On the train-ride to Ponyville, Richtor
pondered his statement, wondering why music could have such
power over an individual. A coalition, he thought. Music is a
part of you; a fusion between your heart and the outside world.
Hence, Richtor adopted "The Coalition" as a stage name as he
traveled around Ponyville, reminding himself as well as others
the true meaning of music...
Personality:
Friendly, strong-willed, and caring, Richtor trots around with a
smile on his face and a glow in his heart. Unfortunately, he is
also headstrong, stubborn, and sometimes even arrogant. Once
Richtor has a goal in his sites, he will stop it nothing to
achieve it and very rarely asks for help. Even though he enjoys
playing his instrument more than anything else, he is also
extremely possessive of it, only letting his closest friends toy
around on it if they wish. Otherwise, it's being cleaned or put
back in its case. Anypony need help? Richtor will be first up to
the plate, always willing to lend a helping hand. When he's not
out with friends or playing a show somewhere, Richtor is cooped
up at his temporary home, practicing and writing his own music.
One might say he could be obsessive at times, driving for
nothing less than perfection. But the reaction and love he gets
from his audience more than makes up for it in his eyes.
Strangely enough, he never gets nervous or anxious, perhaps due
to his constant performances and recitals in front of a wide
variety of people. Overall, Richtor is a fun-loving pony that
enjoys making other ponies happy, whether he's playing music or
just laughing and having a good time.
Cutie Mark:
Jill Cleff, Richtor's private piano instructer, always had big
ideas and even bigger applications when it came to her students,
but none were bigger than what she had planned for Richtor. The
novice pianist blew through all of her material in just a couple
short years, leaving her scratching her head as she wondered
what to give him next. The big annual music festival was coming
up, and she needed something impressive for Richtor to play
during his part of the recital. Jill eventually dusted off
something special just for him... A piece that Jill herself
couldn't play very well, yet it required the special talent of a
Unicorn pony. Playing with two hooves were difficult enough, but
how much more difficult would it be to manipulate the keys
themselves with magic? This is the challenge that Jill presented
to Richtor: a difficult piece that could only be accomplished
through the use of magic manipulation. Thinking that the
challenge in itself would be enough to interest Richtor, Jill
was shocked to find out that he absolutely refused to use his
magic. Through his stubbornness, Richtor learned it piece by
piece, shoddily stitching it together until it was at least
playable. Somewhat disappointed, Jill allowed Richtor to perform
the piece at the festival.
When Richtor trotted up to the stage, his eyes caught a familiar
sight. Frédéric Horseshoepin was sitting in the front row, his
green eyes watching his every move. For the first time in his
life, Richtor felt nervous... Horseshoepin, the pony who planted
his dreams, came to his recital! Sweating with anticipation,
Richtor slowly took a seat, his mind racing at the possible
implications this might have for himself and his future.
Hesitant, he fumbles around on the keys a few times, failing to
get a good start. The crowd shifts, murmuring amongst
themselves. Were they talking about him? Saying he wasn't as
good as Jill let him out to be? Perhaps he should go back to the
basics... Mr. Horseshoepin himself came, only to see him plink a
few notes like a foal... All of these thoughts drilled through
Richtor's head as stress doubled over into an ever increasing
panic. Frowning, he looks to Horseshoepin once more. But instead
of seeing a mark of disapproval, the renowned pianist simply
smiled at Richtor, gesturing for him to continue. After a few
more brief moments, Richtor took a deep breath, turned towards
the keys, and began playing.
The first movement was relatively straightforward... A few notes
here, a few chords there, some arpeggios and inversions...
Richtor closed his eyes and concentrated, allowing the music
that he knows and loves fill him with the confidence he needed.
A short pause into the second movement... A slower pace, but
more complicated as the notes looped around each other into
ascending and descending scales. More and more inversions were
utilized; tonic to dominant, dominant to sub-dominant,
progressions through melodic and harmonic. Another short
pause... Richtor glances once more to Horseshoepin, who was
quite literally on the edge of his seat as he watched intently.
This was the boost that Richtor needed to start the third and
final movement, a presto like fugue that flew from one end of
the piano to the other. What happened next stunned the entire
theater. Richtor took his hooves off the keys and proceeded to
let his magic do the rest. He sat still for a moment,
concentrating on enveloping the correct keys with the correct
pressure, splitting his attention nearly a dozen different ways.
He would mess up every now and again, but he was more than
determined to finish it... Correctly.
After a few heart pounding, emotionally filled minutes, Richtor
stands to take a bow as he finishes playing. He was surprised to
see that nearly the entire theater were in tears, looking at him
in awe just as he did only just a few years ago. Much to his
surprise, Frédéric Horseshoepin was the first to speak.
"Bravissimo! Well done!", he would say, standing as he applauded
the young pianist. The entire audience rose with him... A
standing ovation! Richtor's grin grew bigger and bigger, taking
a few more bows before he turned to trot off the stage. As soon
as Richtor turned, however, the audience grows silent. Curious,
Richtor tries to follow their gaze, that is until one of them
cries something about a cutie mark. Richtor blinks and looks
back, and sure enough, a small mark of piano keys had appeared
on his haunch. It represents musical talent, but more so his
ability to spread love through his music. To this day, nothing
has topped the event that had occurred during that
recital.[/center]
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