Snowy Doublescoop, or Doublescoop to friends.

His face is a common sight in Trottingham, though he’s one of the town’s more reclusive and secretive inhabitants. His grey fur makes him stand out almost as much as the armour he wears everyday like a uniform. He’s also more on the skinny side for his size, but not unhealthily so; he could still give many a stallion a run for his money where endurance is a concern. He just seems to be able to hide his weight well. The armour probably helps.

Speaking of his armour, wearing it wasn’t his choice. His friends being who they are managed to dare him to make and eat the coldest ice cream he could find back when they were but foals, and he spent days in effort to complete his mission. Inevitably he couldn’t find ice cream of sufficient chill to both impress and satisfy his friends he had to forevermore wear the armour he wears now. It was custom-made by his friend Holly Seams, a mare whose special talent was in creating costumes, and it is, in fact, made of real metal. It has been almost fifteen years since he first donned it, and he has had it refitted to his frame several times. His friends, initially finding it hilarious that the otherwise reclusive foal wore armour everywhere he went and that his parents never asked questions, now have difficulty picturing him without it. Of course, his dabbling into the creation of ice cream earned him his cutie mark well before any of his friends earned theirs.

He makes and sells ice creams for a living, and his special skill is in the same culinary field. He acquired his Cutie Mark when he first invented the now notorious “Frosty Deathscoop,” the culmination of eight weeks of endless experimentation to complete his past failure. The Deathscoop is twelve bits a cone –twenty if you want something to help with the ice cream’s effects- and is chocolate ice cream made so cold that it gives brain freeze the second it touches the tongue. None but he know what goes into it; though he does have a warning card about allergies to nuts, wheat, lactose, and magical ingredients. The health department have tried to cite him on regulation, stating that this is violating some form of law (usually citing laws about unlawful selling of weapons or dangerous goods) only to fall flat when he reminds them that it is perfectly edible and that anypony who does purchase a scoop is both well informed about the confectionary’s potency and given the opportunity to purchase a variant without the painful side-effects. He then goes on to eat an entire bowl of it, to go through the ‘trial’ knowing full well that he is, in fact, immune to it; a pleasant bonus from having been around so many frozen confections in his life.

Of course, he failed to mention its abilities when he first tested it on his friends.

Though from outward appearance, he seems intimidating or even scary, he’s actually rather easy going and friendly, and he never turns down a good party. Of course, this hasn’t stopped foals from creating rumours about him, rumours about freezing lakes as he strides across them, or water turning to snow in his presence. One particular rumour that he enjoys is that he in in fact Death himself, and that the Deathscoop is created with his icy touch…

Of course, it’s just a rumour.

… right?


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