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Name: Ciderpear
Nickname: Cider, as well as any fitting addition to Cider (Ciderpone, Ciderbutt)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 23
Talent: He is obviously good at working with pears, but there’s more to him that that. He’s an exceptionally loyal and generous stallion who’s never afraid to stand up for what he believes in.
Family:
Grandmother - Nana Pear
Mother - Forelle
Father - ???
Little sister - Brittlebud
Home: The Woven Islands, a small archipelago not too far from the shore beyond White Tail Woods. It’s a collection of five different islands, connected through bridges. His island is the furthest south, and the village is named Flatfield Village after the truly flat fields with only slivers of forest that make up the island.
Cider is a hardworking, gentle stallion. He doesn’t mind it when the local fillies pull him away to have tea parties where they braid his mane and tail. He puts aside his own chores to help the villagers with their work, like carrying heavy baskets and such.
He’s not one to say no to anypony, even though some things quite quickly fire up a blush. He’s shy around any mention of romance, but is in general sturdy and calm with a smile on his face.
The orchard and farm make a modest profit, and he usually trades with pears rather than actual money.
The story of his chipped ear is quite the tale. He was young, but old enough to go off on his own. The Woven Islands have no production of salt on their own, so each village goes to the mainland to buy it. It was usually his mothers’ job with those quick hooves of hers, but she had fallen ill and thus the task fell on young Ciderpear. Eager to make his family proud, he set out on his journey. There was a merchant in Ponyville, his mother had told him, and that was where he was headed. However, he had barely left White Tail Woods behind him when a stubborn wind snatched his map, and he was left on his own, only having his intuition to trust.
Which he shouldn’t have, because young Ciderpear wandered straight into the Everfree Forest, and it didn’t take long for the colt to be chased by a pack of Timberwolves. He nearly got caught; one of the beasts grabbed hold of his ear, but it slipped through its teeth as a loud voice rung through the forest, and the wolves scattered. Cider was taken in by the hospitable zebra, and his ear, which had nearly gotten torn in half, was sewn together, with a special ointment smeared in all over it. After that and a whole lot of thanks, he continued on his journey, eventually bringing the salt home to the family.
His ear healed well, except for that one little chip. If you bush away the fur, the scar is still visible underneath.

Description

Name: Ciderpear
Nickname: Cider, as well as any fitting addition to Cider (Ciderpone, Ciderbutt)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 23
Talent: He is obviously good at working with pears, but there’s more to him that that. He’s an exceptionally loyal and generous stallion who’s never afraid to stand up for what he believes in.
Family:
Grandmother - Nana Pear
Mother - Forelle
Father - ???
Little sister - Brittlebud
Home: The Woven Islands, a small archipelago not too far from the shore beyond White Tail Woods. It’s a collection of five different islands, connected through bridges. His island is the furthest south, and the village is named Flatfield Village after the truly flat fields with only slivers of forest that make up the island.
Cider is a hardworking, gentle stallion. He doesn’t mind it when the local fillies pull him away to have tea parties where they braid his mane and tail. He puts aside his own chores to help the villagers with their work, like carrying heavy baskets and such.
He’s not one to say no to anypony, even though some things quite quickly fire up a blush. He’s shy around any mention of romance, but is in general sturdy and calm with a smile on his face.
The orchard and farm make a modest profit, and he usually trades with pears rather than actual money.
The story of his chipped ear is quite the tale. He was young, but old enough to go off on his own. The Woven Islands have no production of salt on their own, so each village goes to the mainland to buy it. It was usually his mothers’ job with those quick hooves of hers, but she had fallen ill and thus the task fell on young Ciderpear. Eager to make his family proud, he set out on his journey. There was a merchant in Ponyville, his mother had told him, and that was where he was headed. However, he had barely left White Tail Woods behind him when a stubborn wind snatched his map, and he was left on his own, only having his intuition to trust.
Which he shouldn’t have, because young Ciderpear wandered straight into the Everfree Forest, and it didn’t take long for the colt to be chased by a pack of Timberwolves. He nearly got caught; one of the beasts grabbed hold of his ear, but it slipped through its teeth as a loud voice rung through the forest, and the wolves scattered. Cider was taken in by the hospitable zebra, and his ear, which had nearly gotten torn in half, was sewn together, with a special ointment smeared in all over it. After that and a whole lot of thanks, he continued on his journey, eventually bringing the salt home to the family.
His ear healed well, except for that one little chip. If you bush away the fur, the scar is still visible underneath.