Ponyville, but travels when need be.Mane:
A glossy, messy black, with some orange tips and lightning shaped orange to yellow gradient streaks. Search just never finds the need, nor bothers to, brush it or even really try to neaten it. What his mane looks like when he gets up is pretty much how it stays.Tail:
A shiny, cheerful amber.Body:
Grey, fit and quick on his feet. He's able to run quickly, jump high and change direction in the blink of an eye when necessary.Cutie Mark:
Human equivalent of about 17, 18. Personality:
Searchlight is a happy, friendly and kind pony. He's normally kind of goofy and finds it easy to relate to pretty much everyone, always cracking jokes and generally being in a cheerful mood. Brash, a daredevil and pretty reckless, he always seems to be banged up some way or another, whether it be a cut, a scrape or a bruise. Miraculously, he has never broken anything. He's always trying to smile, and likes making others beam like he does. He absolutely adores animals of any kind, which ties in nicely with his job. However, whenever an animal is found to be in danger, he becomes extremely serious and somber, doing anything he possibly can to try to save the critter and get it out of harms way. Likes:
Running, rescuing animals, being happy, being around other ponies, home, pie, cake, sweets (since they fuel his energy), doing aerial tricks and books.Dislikes:
Being restrained, grumpy ponies, being sad, making other ponies angry, bad movies, seeing animals in pain and/or danger, and not being able to sleep (unless it's due to a job).Special Talent:
Finding things, and rescuing animals. He can move pretty well and is able to maneuver tight spaces and awkward gaps that most ponies, even pegasi, would find it hard to get through.Family:
Ever since he was a foal, Searchlight has had a strange knack of finding things. He was definitely not the most organised foal in his class, far from it in fact, yet he never managed to lose anything. His room was a mess, yet it was an organised chaos (to him at least). In fact, he often made a little bit of spare pocket money off of helping others reclaim what they had misplaced or lost. They were always grateful, but Search tended to feel like something was missing. There just didn't seem to be the right things there for him to be able to find, and although he got some nice bits and satisfaction, it wasn't enough. It just didn't feel.... right. The young foal knew there had to be something more, and eagerly awaited the day when he would be able to prove his worth.
One day, that chance came.
There was a mare who lived down the street, and she was coming home from her job one day to find her prized cat to be gone. She was hysterical, as the cat had literally grown up with her and she adored it so. Search had no idea, until he walked past the house on his way home from school and heard her literally wailing and busily hanging up multiple posters everywhere. Pulling one down, he examined it before rolling it up and stuffing it in his saddlebags. If he could help his friends find their lost pencils, rubbers and drink bottles, why not a pet? Wandering around the house for clues, he found a couple of paw prints and a snatch of fluff. Glancing about, he spotted the forest, and his mind put two and two together before he advanced off to the forest in search of the lost cat.
The sun had gone down by the time he came back out. It was raining, and he had the cat in his arms. He was covered in scratches (none of them from the cat), but was beaming like an idiot, a torch in his hoof as he shuffled towards the house before returning the cat. The mare was grateful as could be, blubbering and crying as she took the cat and gave him a bag of bits as a reward. When he finally got home, his parents were so relieved to see him that they embraced him in a hug before chewing his ear off. Even so, it was the best night of his life, and it was also the night he got his cutie mark.