Name: Resin

Race: Pegasus

Gender: Male

Age: Colt

Physical Description: Has a light tan coat similar to old parchment paper and a dark magenta mane and tail tussled up in a bit messy of a natural style as his parents have given up trying to keep his hair orderly. His eyes are brown and carry a kind of gleam whenever hes working on one of his scribbles, and his cutie mark is a paint brush leaving behind a long stroke of paint that transitions from blue at its starting point mixing with and then changing into yellow before doing the same with the red still coating the brush's bristles.

Special Talent: Painting/drawing

Likes: Art projects, creative writing, a blank canvas, sharing his art with others, checking out and examining the new arrivals in his parent's shop and most things that can exercise his imagination.
 
Dislikes: Slow days, not having an outlet for his creativity, actually helping around his parent's shop as opposed to just window shopping himself, thunder, sports as he isn't any good at them and flying too high as he isn't used to it yet.

Strengths: Resin's best strength is his imagination and how he can use this to often think outside of the box, but he also displays pretty decent patience for a pony his age and can prove rather loyal to his friends even during normally scary situations.

Weaknesses: His strengths can also be his weaknesses as they have drawbacks. His imagination, while helpful at times and always nice for his art, can sometimes cause him to not think outside the box but actually be *stuck* outside of it, leading him to often not even notice a simple solution to a problem and instead try to think up something far more complicated. His loyalty can also be an issue if used against him as he dislikes disappointing his friends and can give in to peer pressure pretty easily.

Fears: Moving back to Canterlot. He disliked the city and has overheard his parents discussing the idea from time to time in the past. Resin also has a small phobia of the dark and still requires either his door to remain **** open or a nightlight to sleep. Overly loud noises, like particularly booming thunder, can also scare him pretty badly to the point of making him want to hide under his blanket.

Bio: Resin is a creative young colt belonging to two ponies in Canterlot currently doing their best to keep a small antiquities and magical oddity shop running as per his father's desire with mixed success. Canterlot had been their first choice for setting up shop as the higher traffic and more reliably magically interested unicorn population would have guaranteed better business, and they'd even already been living there at the time, but with the price of both acquiring and maintaining the space necessary for such a venture being so high in the capitol city of the country, Resin and his parents were forced to move to Ponyville instead, much to the young colt's delight as he at the time, due to some frequent switching of his schools, had few if any friends left and disliked city life. Believing it too noisy and full of far too many harsh ponies for somepony who had his particular interests, Resin was perfectly happy with doodling in his many notebooks and sketchpads, keeping up his love of art first taught to him by his mother for whom it was already a hobby.

Today Resin has only just reached the "settled in" part of his move to Ponyville, his more shy personality having made it take a little longer for him, and has no friends yet to speak of which as of right now is perfectly fine with him as he occupies himself with painting in his room, hanging around his family's store or just doodling whenever at school or hanging out in his front yard.

Extra Details: Enjoys trying creative writing whenever he has no art supplies beyond a pencil, but he is not exactly fantastic as most of his stories are the usual simplistic tales a young colt would be assumed to write about where he often jumps right to the monster slaying.

Thinks snakes are kinda scurry and refuses to believe that they aren't slimy.

Still has a security blanket that he keeps under his bed. Sometimes still goes for it if the lights go out or there is a storm outside. Will never admit to it.

Once got a small mention in a Canterlot newspaper for a painting he made for a school art event.