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Octavia Melody
By: Octavia Melody Date: January 8, 2014, 9:02 pm
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Name: Octavia Melody
Race: Earth.
Gender: Mare.
Age: Unspecified.
Physical Description: Often seen wearing her pink bowtie,
Octavia sports a soft-gray coat, pale lavender eyes, and a long,
dark gray mane and tail which were well kempt. ‘Tavi’s cutie
mark resembles a large, purple treble clef.
Special Talent: Unspecified, but related to her musical ability
to play the cello.
Extra Details: Played by Richtor.
Example Post:
[spoiler][center]
Ponies often say that silence is golden… But what exactly does
that even mean? What is a golden silence? Most ponies would
simply tell you ”when everypony falls quiet”. Others might look
a little deeper, claiming that it’s when everything and
everypony remains still”. A few could elaborate even further,
saying that it happens when the whole world ceases to move”… Any
one of these answers would be correct, but if you ask a
musician… You’ll likely get a very, very different answer. To a
well-established musician, that phrase cannot be measured so
readily by sound or even time; it is determined by a mere,
simple breath.
Octavia Melody stood poised and ready, center stage on one of
the biggest, most luxurious venues Canterlot had to offer. With
her gleaming, mahogany bow in hoof, the mare meticulously
studied the sea of ponies before her, perhaps scanning for
certain individuals hidden within the crowd as she readjusted
the position of her Stradivari cello. All eyes were glued to her
elegant form, but the mare remained stoic… Unmoving… The silence
was utterly deafening. But was it a golden one? No, Octavia
thought briefly to herself before making another small, almost
unnecessary adjustment to her position. She was waiting for…
Something.
The overhead floodlights seemed to bore into the mare like
sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, causing her to
squint as she glanced beyond the ponies on the front few rows.
Octavia was never particularly fond of the unforgiving light,
but she had grown accustomed to its treatment over the years.
She remained still for a moment, pushing her nerves behind a
platonic mask before raising her bow and setting it idly upon
the strings. The audience froze, expecting her to start playing.
A golden silence…? No, she thought to herself once more, this
time smiling faintly towards her onlookers. But she was close…
Without warning, Octavia ripped the bow across her strings with
a single, fierce stroke. She wasn’t aiming for any note in
particular, but she let the sound ring sharply out into the air
as she held her breath and froze in place. As the sound began to
die and fade away, the audience was at the edge of their seats,
eyes wide with anticipation. If only but for half a second,
Octavia commanded their complete, undivided attention. Not a
single sound… Not a single breath… That split second felt like
an eternity to her as she gazed longingly towards the crowd, and
although her “eternity” was all but ephemeral, Octavia was in
total control. That… Was a golden silence: a moment not judged
by silence or stillness, but by the unsurmountable control a
performer wields upon their audience just a mere moment before
they played.
Finally satisfied, Octavia smiled to herself and set her bow
upon the strings once more… And then she began to play
HTML http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EACDwA_iOg?.
Her music of choice
tonight was a rather fast paced Allegro movement from a rather
unknown, or perhaps an unpopular composer. Nevertheless, Octavia
commanded the piece as her own, pulling her bow tightly against
the strings in a legato fashion, a sharp contrast to the
staccato style of her piano accompaniment. The mare’s head
gradually bobbed up and down with the beat as she swayed to and
fro, her eyes closed in concentration as emotion seeped through
her features. Without any warning, the style switched as Octavia
took on a fiercer, staccato tone and the piano picked up the
legato part. Although short, simple, yet effective, this
particular switch occurred several times through the piece, and
Octavia hit all of them spot on. But even after the final note
was struck, the mare held her pose, slowly lifting her bow into
the air as if to welcome the song’s end. Another golden silence…
Those were the very moments that Octavia lived for as a
musician; the small lapse of time immediately before and after a
performance was the most exhilarating for her. Nothing else
mattered…
The audience erupted in applause as the mare finally lowered her
bow. She offered a few deep bows, pulling her cello closer to
her form as she turned to exit the stage. Once backstage,
Octavia heaved a heavy sigh as she began to put her cello away
within the confines of its case. With her performance done,
there was simply not much else for her to do other than return
home, or perhaps somewhere else. Just then, a rather gruff voice
called out to her, “That was a splendid performance, Octavia!
You’ve certainly outdone yourself this time!” The cellist turned
around, only to come face to face with a male, turquoise Earth
pony with a messy lime-green mane. One of Nandermane’s relatives
that she never bothered to remember a name for… Great…
Octavia spoke softly, yet sternly, obviously not too enthused at
the stallion’s sudden appearance. “It was nothing. Truly. I
opted for something easy this time. But I appreciate the
compliment.” The mare continued to pack, shoving miscellaneous
items within various pockets before clasping the whole case
together. At this point, Octavia just wanted out before the
stallion started to ask questions and become a pain in the
flank.
As if on cue, the stallion spoke up, “Do you need help with
that, ‘Tavi? I can accompany you home as well!~ You know I’m
always free and willing to lend a helping hoof. You don’t have
to drag that big heavy thing all the way back to your place if
you don’t want to. In fact, if you want, we can head to my place
for a little bit. It’s closer, and—“
Oh… Joy… Here we go again, Octavia thought to herself, rolling
her eyes as she simply tuned out the rest of the stallion’s
words. “First and foremost, it’s OCTAVIA or MISS MELODY. Not
‘Tavi. Second, this big heavy thing is probably more expensive
than ‘your place’. Or rather, your parent’s place, if memory
serves correctly. And third, I’m most likely taking a train ride
to Ponyville. I hear that they’re going to throw a music
festival, and I would like to go.”
The stallion simply smiles, completely oblivious to the mare’s
efforts of attempting to shoo him away. “Ponyville? Ah-ha, you
cheeky rapscallion! That would be an easily deserved win for
you!”
“Not to compete,” Octavia interrupted him before he spoke any
further, now turning to head towards the exit. “To watch.” The
cellist stated flatly, still trying to smile through her
frustration.
“To watch!?” exclaimed the stallion, his face twisting into some
rather unpleasant expression. “Why in Equestria would you travel
all the way to Ponyville only watch low-level amateurs stand on
a box and pretend they know their way around an instrument? They
couldn’t even find their way around Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
even if it was played for them. You’re better than those
Ponyville folk, Octavia.”
Octavia suddenly stopped… Although the stallion couldn’t see it,
the mare’s face was furrowed in anger. After a few moments, she
turned around, her expression blank as a slate. “If I may be so
bold… You are the reason other ponies regret living in
Canterlot. You are posh, arrogant, and selfish in your needs.
While I know better than to exempt myself of such qualities
being born and raised in Canterlot myself, at least I learned
the aspects of humility and humbleness. I am not better than
anypony else. Music isn’t a contest, but played from the heart.
It doesn’t matter if some amateur plays on a soap-box or this
very stage behind me; as long as they play from the heart, they
are a true musician. Tell me, do you know what makes silence
golden?”
The stallion was taken completely by surprise, first by the
insults, and then by her odd question. He stood in silence for a
few moments, contemplating the question’s worth, or whether to
even stick around after being so readily attacked by the mare’s
words. After some time… He finally answered, hoping to gain back
some respect from the cellist. “W-well… Isn’t it just that
moment where everything is quiet?”
Octavia smiled… She knew he was going to say that, and his lack
of experience showed it. “I see,” she replied fluidly, turning
around once more to open the door. “You’ll figure it out one
day. Maybe you can ask Nandermane when you see him. You have
much to learn…” Octavia didn’t even glance over her shoulder as
she swung the door open and left, leaving the dumbfounded
stallion behind. Maybe he would learn one day… She really didn’t
mind the fellow, despite her insults, but his immaturity spoke
volumes and the mare put up with it more than she ever cared to.
Octavia simply dismissed the issue… Instead, she let her mind
wander as she travelled slowly through the streets of Canterlot,
now comfortable within her own, golden
silence…[/center][/spoiler]
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Re: Octavia Melody
By: Sepheris Date: January 12, 2014, 5:16 am
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I think it all looks fine. Despite silence from PLOT and Argent,
I'll let it go.
[b][size=16pt][color=green]APPROVED
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