Nostalgic Winter

Full (furcadia) Name: Nostalgic Winter

Alias/Nickname: Nosty, Nostalgic, Winter, Nersteerglic.

Name of alts we may know you as: #SfPipsqueak, Indigo Quill

Gender: Female

Age: 18, almost 19.
If Under 13 or Foal age we need a mom and dad background:

Generation: Gen4/FiM

Species: Ice Griffon (Applying for a griffon local.)

Location: In the clouds, but when she's not there she hangs around the outskirts of Ponyville

Status: Single

Appearance: A lithe form is buried underneath the ice griffon's fluffy plumage, as for her front half, and her unusually thick lion back half. Her tail trails far behind her, overlarge wings, even for a griffon, had thicker plumage as well as being of extraordinary size, of which were a blueish-tinted gray. Her sharp, glinting talons and beak are matched perfectly in a pale silver, close to white, with eyes of the mingling colors of storm gray and ridgid icy blue. Thick eagle plumage on her head is of pure white, interrupted only by four rough teardrop-shaped marks of feathers, gray in color. Her lion fur is a pale aquamarine color, and the markings around her eyes, much as her cousin Gilda has purple, is a gradient of deep blue to ice blue. (Or there's the picture at the start of the post.)

Personality: Despite the name and species, Nostalgic is actually not as cold as she seems. The frosty griffon is a kindhearted soul, who gets along well with just about everypony, provided they don't base her off of other griffons such as her cousin Gilda and treat her sourly or run. Though if you're on her bad side she doesn't do much but ignore you altogether. She's not the most violent creature, but she makes up for it with her sharp tongue, if you aggravate her enough for her to actually put it to use. She's always ready to take up a challenge but she isn't an arrogant jerk if she wins, or overreact if she loses. No stranger to sportsmanship or loyalty, this winter griffon is a great friend to have.

Sample Post: The ice griffon took to the skies in a few flaps of her oversized, over-feathered blue-gray wings, reaching an arranged track of clouds. She moved it down a bit and positioned herself at the start, gathering her stamina before attempting the trick. She stretched her wings and crouched down, letting a snort of icy air escape her beak before she let her wings snap straight up. Nostalgiac reared on her icy blue lion rear paws, lashed her abnormally long, unusually fluffy tail, and shot off in a streak of gray and blue, a sharp caw emitting from her beak as she raced along the air on swiftly flapping wings. Several ponies looked up to see what was going on. She made a sharp upturn and in the air before making a narrow bank to the left and closed her wings, gliding on her momentum forward, divebombing back near the clouds, before skidding to a stop on a stray cloud away from the practice track. The tops of the clouds of the tracks were iced over, and her beak was frosted from her icy breath. A streak of feathery cirrus clouds was found in a trail where she had been. Her tail was encased in ice, which she broke up easily with a few sharp flicks of her tail. The icy blue featherbangs on her head were slicked back, which she fixed. A bit of snow went with it. She headed back to the ground, where she was told off by a few irate pegasi, of whom she told to 'chill' (bad pun is bad), and that she'd reposition the track closer to the sun so the ice would melt away. Once they finally broke away, and she glanced around, fixing the track and taking off to the park, lazing on a bench and watching some fillies play.