Dubstep

Moth Ponies: I'm going to have to say no to them, adorable as they may be. If we permitted concepts for extended-canon species not derived from WoE lore, official MLP products or real-life mythology, we run the risk of making WoE resemble less of a structured FiM-based environment and more of a free-for-all where anything goes. For some users, letting moth ponies fly around could potentially break immersion with our game.

 

Twinkled-eyed Ponies: From what I understand, they're essentially regular ponies with gem-shaped irises. Thing is, if you take a close look at crystal pony eyes in the show and compare them to other pony characters, you'll notice that crystal pony eye lights are hexagonal, while everypony else's are round. This leads me to believe that to a certain extent, G4 crystal ponies are a revisitation of the prior twinkle-eyed pony concept.

Fair enough with moth ponies, though I do feel with the fact changelings exist as buggypones, mothponies could easily exists, but totes fine. Didn't expect that one to be an a-okay.

Though with Twinkle-eyed Ponies, the irises aren't just shaped like gems. Rather they ARE gems themselves. I don't feel like the Crystal Ponies are quiet meant as an expy to Twinkle-eyed Ponies, but perhaps you're right. I figure the real issue with Twinkles would be figuring out, well, A: why (Original lore they were forced to mine for an evil wizard and gem shard embedded in their eyes and just, became gems over time and breeding I think? Something like that) and B: Beyond eyes, what really sets them apart from any other pony.

Thanks either way!~

One I just thought of bringing up that seems to be fairly popular. Moth Ponies! They're super adorbs and there's already quite a bit of stuff on them that would make incorporating them easier perhaps.

And another idea would be Twinkle-eyed Ponies! I recall mention of Twinkle-eyed Pegasi in the comics (tho I know comics aren't empirical canon or whatnot) so it'd certainly be a plausible option.

Gideon arched a curious brow at the huffing and puffing mare as her cloud of dust settled. It seemed like everyone and their third cousin was out to get some apples today! Were that really that good? Or was everyone just that keen on getting a quick smooch from the salesmare?

Any questions that the diamond dog would have had were cut short by a smack from a rogue notepad. Seemed his new acquaintance didn't have the best of grips on stationary magic. Rubbing his cheek softly, he was just in time to duck the return trip. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure there's apples t'spare...If not I may just end up having to eat some of my merch..." he said jokingly, casting a glance over at his cart with a smirk.

*inhales and resists urge to go fanboy mode* Ahem, hello~ Okay, so, a good long while ago, back when Mane was still our beloved overlord...overlady? Overpony! I had made a small pitch on the Abada. Which I then took to talk with Dio about, and he took my little snippets of ideas and started working them into something amazing See Here.

Now understandably, Dio got busy (marriage, adminy things, moonlighting as a Bond villain) and it's not entirely finished. But I think the general idea is something that could easily work. I do know that Abada were mentioned very passingly in a couple of threads on site already as 'mythical' or 'legendary'. Which discouraged me for a short bit, but gave me a thought. In one section of the Abada's Culture section, it mentions that a griffons used to poach them for their horns (as they can be used medicinally, also explained some in the document). So it got me thinking that, perhaps that why they're thought to be a legend, is because that's what they wanted everyone else to think. Perhaps they went into hiding to live in peace for so long! And now that things are calming down, they're coming back to society c:


((Or I can be beaten to it apparently! Which is totally fine, but I'll leave my fanboying here anyway~))

Sorry, couldn't resist. But yes, Rosie's idea seems to be a good idea. My first thought would be, like, use a compass to get some practice in, before trying freehand *shrug* xD

This thread will likely have two kinds of people. Self deprecating folks who rank themselves below five or people who are trying to play off their self deprecation by rating themselves high.

11/10.

Gideon gave a grin and nodded his head. "Ponies are free to come and visit as they please. Usually it tends to just be for business purposes, but sometimes you'll find a traveler coming in from the heat to catch a breather." he said, finally pocketing the coin he had been tossing into the air. Sure, some of his pack weren't too keen on letting Ponies in and out of the systems, but so long as neither caused any trouble for the other, things stayed fairly calm, and when they didn't, Gideon had ways and wiles of cooling tensions.

"Heh, I guess your average Diamond Dog will tend to more focus on what's under their nose than what's out around them. But I like to think I'm more business savvy than that. Sure, we could just all the stuff we mine for our own use, but why not make some trades when you can right? Mutually beneficial I'd say." the canine gave a long stretch and a pop of his back before speaking again. "Not to mention, it keeps us from getting run off for no good reason."

Gideon couldn't help but to snicker. Mint was just a bundle of questions, especially for being so out of breath just moments ago. At least it was all polite and innocuous sort of questions. "Don't you worry, nothing to pardon." he said with a grin. "Well my pack don't usually partake in apples, sometimes we make some trades with ponies for em though. But like you mentioned, usually meat or mushrooms. I personally prefer a good apple pie or tart. But roasted apples can be pretty good too." the canine licked his lips at the mention of food, his stomach grumbling just a little bit.

As it seemed like things were slowly starting to move again ahead of the diamond dog, another pony, Night Glider he thought he overheard, had spun around. He figured to give the yellow pegasus a little privacy. He figured that even if it was only her by herself, there wouldn't be enough privacy for her. "My pack lives out in a cave system, beneath the Appleloosa desert. Not too far from the...ugh. From the train tracks." Gideon shuddered softly at the mention of trains, his bent tail swishing in response before he cleared his throat to regain his composure. "It's nice and cool year round, without ever getting too chilly."

"She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits. Of all unicorns, she is the only one who knows what regret is - and love." - Schmendrick the Magician.

Updated and ready for reevaluation c:

There we go! Figured the most fab pony in my collection deserved an equally fab profile touch up! I do believe he's ready for reevaluation!~

Gideon softly tapped a paw on the ground as he waited, his tail swishing from side to side in boredom. He knew that lines could be slow but sheesh! Leaning aside he glanced up ahead in the line. Seems some kind of ordeal was going on with the yellow pony. She looked like an awkward sort, and sure enough he was right. How long were they gonna keep this up?

Sighing to himself the diamond dog pulled a bit out from the pocket of his coat and started to flip it. Heads. Tails. Tails. Head. Heads. In his mind he was wondering just how long it would take for the yellow pony, who was clearly at least six bundles of nerves, bolted out of here in terror. But the apple salesmare seemed to know how to handle her. To tell the truth, Gideon himself felt kinda awkward as he glanced over the flier again. Kissing booths of any kind weren't his normal stop, but it was a good deal on some pretty good looking apples so he could deal with it.

Glancing over his shoulder at the winded pony who had arrived not long after he did, Gideon gave him an appraising glance and a friendly grin. "In an awful big hurry to hurry up and wait, friend." he said, still idly flipping his coin. "It looks like we're gonna be here for a while. The name's Gideon, pleasure to meetcha I'm sure." since he would probably be here a good while, there was no sense in standing around bored, may as well strike up some conversation. Never know, may end up hearing some good gossip.

An agitated pall hung around Gideon as he trudged his cart out of Ponyville. The Diamond Dog was used to some stares and the occasional muttering. But he always at least made ONE sale to some...less than informed ponyfolks. But that lingering reputation that his kind had for slavers seemed to hang pretty heavily over the quaint littler berg, leaving him without a single sale...

Sure, some of his kin partook in some seedier practices. But wasn't there something about not letting one bad apple spoil the bunch? Or pie?...or caramel apples...The canid's stomach growled as he stopped in his tracks. Perhaps some of his bad mood came from the fact he hadn't eaten since late last evening. With a heavy sigh, Gideon was setting up to turn his cart around to trudge BACK to Ponyville to find a meal, when a sight caught his eye. Ponies (and a griffon) making their way from somewhere with bushels of apples. Quite tasty looking apples at that.

After a bit of small talk with some of the passersby, the Diamond Dog gathered that the local apple farm was doing a sale! How fortunate, he thought. Cheap delicious apples would be his...and maybe if they were cheap enough he could bring some home to his pack too.

Dusting the shoulders of his armless jacket, Gideon hefted his cart off once more. A short while later he arrived at what he could only assume was the line for the apples. A small handful of ponies and another griffon even (who knew griffons liked apples so much) had formed a line in front of a booth with a hatted farm mare. Parking his cart off to the side to make sure to not block the line, Gideon popped his shoulders and back before taking his place in line.

Alrighty, should be ready! (Again!)

Rebuilt from scratch, finally. Curse my laziness. But there it is now, rejoice!

Ah bien! Thanks a ton c:

Seems the majority of my character log was obliterated, as was Glitzen's profile, I should hopefully have it saved somewhere, but I hope it ends up being fixed...

Roleplay Type: WoE

Name: Caesar Romaine

Nicknames: The Galloping Gourmet

Sex: Male

Age: Stallion

Species: Earth Pony

Eye Colour: Moss Green (#8DCC6A)

Coat Colour: Cream (#E3ED9A)

Mane/Tail/Markings Colour & Style: Long curly Leaf Green (#60963F) mane with Dark Green (#5D501F) streaks. Medium length curly Dark Green (#5D501F) tail with Leaf Green (#60963F) streaks.

Physique: Husky

Origin/Residence: Roam

Occupation: Traveling Chef/Food Critic

Cutie Mark: Bowl of Caesar Salad surrounded by a Olive Branch Laurel

History: Born in Roam in southern Itaily, Caesar was raised with the unique sites and sounds of the beautiful and culture filled city. His father, a gondolier, and his mother, an aspiring actress in the local theater, raised him well, teaching him to appreciate the finer things in life, while still keeping humble and thankful for the little things that life brought him. Growing up as a young colt, Caesar like many foals his age, sought long and hard to discover his cutie mark, and his parents were always there to support him and give him suggestions. Traveling many a time on his father's gondola, he thought to emulate him, and so his father gave him the chance to ferry him and his mother across the river near their home, warning him though that it wasn't as easy as it seemed!

Of course at the time, Caesar scoffed, it couldn't be so difficult, he watched his dad do it countless times! And so he tried, though the boat rocked to and fro as he did, the ride started off smoothly enough, and he made it half way across. Feeling a surge of confidence that this was going to be easy, Caesar sped up, and the boat began to rock more, and more, until finally the boat tipped, and out the three went. Peeking out of the shallow water, Caesar was completely embarrassed and disappointed, but with warm smiles and a bit of soft chuckling, his parents embraced him and said that he did well, encouraging him to keep trying things, that he'd find his talent in time.

And try try again he did. Everything from simple things like basket weaving, where he ended up weaving what looked more like a blob of straw and twigs than a basket; to more difficult things, like fire dancing, though being young, he couldn't play with fire, and thus he practiced with streamers on string, right up until he had tangled himself up and rolled inside with a huff. He had even attempted acting with his mother in the theater, though his role was rather small, that of the third living tree in act six of a play, he felt elated at the chance to be on stage and help. Though when the time came for his line, he preformed it well, but tripped on a root, causing him to fall, adding another embarrassing attempt to his list. But still his mother congratulated him, and encouraged him, never losing faith in her child.

Though a foal can only take disappointment for so long, and Caesar began to sulk, spending his days after school wandering around the city with his head hung low and shoulders slumped and feeling like he'd never figure out what he was good at. But destiny always seems to find it's way in the times that a pony feels at their lowest. A small gathering in the city square caught the colt's attention, and with his interest peaked, he made his way through the crowd, squeezing by or over ponies to get through to find out what the hubbub was about. At the center of the crowd, a mule, only a while older than Caesar at the time, was doing a cooking demonstration, showing the crowd quick and easy ways to prepare delicious, and affordable meals, using the freshest and finest ingredients. Watching her make food that looked so delicious so effortlessly left Caesar amazed, she chopped the vegetables while she mixed her own salad dressing, she mixed batter for cake while searing the cabbage for her sandwiches. She did it all, and without breaking a sweat at that! Clapping enthusiastically, the colt was absolutely enthralled, and when the Chef beckoned up volunteers to try the meal, Caesar was up there and seated in a flash.

While the other volunteers commented on how good it was and complimented the Chef, Caesar sat quietly and savoured each bite slowly, taking in the robust mix of flavours that seemed to bring out more of each other the longer he chewed. The dressing's tart vinegar taste complimented the salad perfectly, and the fresh tomatoes were bursting with flavour. The sandwich was toasted to a flaky crispness, while leaving the already seared cabbage alone, not over cooked. And the cake, it was almost like biting into a cloud, soft, moist, full of flavour, light hints of lemon in the vanilla frosting and sweet tart strawberries that decorated it. Had he not been busy eating it, he would have been drooling. After finishing his meal, he finally spoke, telling the chef just how great the meal was and how well he could taste each flavour together and apart and that it was the best meal he had ever had. Though he asked her not to tell his mom he said that. With a smile and a laugh she thanked him, patting him on the head and saying that it wasn't just thanks to her that the food tasted so good. That everypony who had a part in it, from the farmers who grew the crops, to the stores that picked the best, they all were to thank as well, and to she told him, that if he wished he could make things just as good, if not better, she added.

With that thought in mind, Caesar smiled brightly and thanked the chef once more before bolting off home. His inspiration in seeking his cutie mark was renewed! And so he began to cook, and bake, and broil, and simmer. Every day, every night, whenever his mother went to market, he tagged along, meticulously picking out what he felt were the best ingredients to cook with. It didn't come quickly to him, and took much practice, but within a year he had done it. The night of his family reunion, nearly a hundred of his relatives had came to his parent's home, and he had convinced his mother to let him, and him alone, fix the meal for everyone. Days he had spent before the event, getting everything he needed ready, hours he spent in the kitchen the morning of. He hadn't worked so hard in all his life, but he kept on. And when the time finally came to serve, he was ready. Covered in flour and batter and leaves of various veggies, but he was ready. His mother and father aiding him, Caesar brought out large plates of delicious lettuce wraps, garnished with sprigs of parsley, large bowls of salad that were bright and vibrant, fusilli with a mouthwatering bolognese sauce made with the finest roma tomatoes, fresh celery and carrots, to name a few. And for desert, tiramisu, a small fountain of chocolate fondue, cannolies, and a large cassata.

With his hopes up and a smile on his face, Caesar presented the food before his family, and bade them bon appétit! Of course his famished family wasted no time in digging in. Many were surprised at just how good the food turned out to be, and surprised further when they found out that young Caesar had made everything. By the time the festivities had ended, nary a bite of food was left in sight, and the colt was beaming. So many compliments he had gotten that evening, he felt wonderful. But the night was only about to get better. As he was helping to clean up, he saw something he hadn't noticed before, right on his flank, clear as day, his cutie mark! Jumping up in joy, he nearly dropped the baking dish he had balanced on his back before setting it down and running to show his parents, who were just as overjoyed for their child, and promised him a day on the town tomorrow, after a nice rest.

Many years later, Caesar had opened his own restaurant, a quaint little bistro in Roam, it was like a dream come true for the stallion, but he felt restless. He was quite happy with his food, and how many people in his city loved it. But there was so much more to the culinary world that he hadn't gotten to try yet! And so, promoting his sous chef in his absence, Caesar bid his city and family farewell and put his hooves to the open road and began his travels, stopping from city to city and trying the best cuisine they had to offer, giving tips and advice and critiques on the way. One afternoon, he was given a dandy idea by someone, a news letter. Something to share with ponies around the world who loved food and drink and good company just as much as he did. And soon began his new career, as The Galloping Gourmet, once a week he would stop in whatever town or city he found himself and would write, sending his letters out to places he visited, or places he wished to, spreading the word of little cafes and restaurants, plus his advice and recipes to share. Now Caesar has gotten a small following in the culinary world, which can only seem to grow as he continues his journey.

Character Summery: Caesar is a wonderful chef and a quick learner, being able to catch on to even some of the most complicated recipes given enough time, this combined with his strong pallet makes cooking his passion. Truly Caesar wishes to taste the greatest foods in the world, and someday cook a meal for some of the most prestigious places in the world.

He has a deep love for food and cider, but also enjoys visiting the theater or taking a nice boat ride, as it reminds him of home and his younger days. Beyond cooking, Caesar has taken up painting in his free time, of an evening he sits in his hotel room or on a hill, painting the view of the town, something to remember his stay by that will last longer than the taste of the food.

Generally Caesar is a blast to be around, friendly and out going, he'll often strike up conversations with folks that are eating at the same place as he, even if he's never met them. To which of course not everyone takes kindly, and he understand, some ponies are like that. And while he can certainly give out gentle critique of food, it's often hard for Caesar to take himself, feeling as though he's failed weighs heavy on him, and often causes him to spend sleepless nights making and remaking the meal that got critiqued until he feels it's once again up to his self set standards.

Poison Joke Reaction: Pallet Swap, sour things taste sweet, sweet things taste sour, etc.

@ivI Aww, how disappointing D= well thanks anyway..

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These are absolutely fabulous =O I'd love to toss one'a my guys in here

Ah, yes, (late) update on the computer. I was a fried capacitor in the motherboard, and currently I don't have the cash to get a new one, so I'm stuck to iPad and sometimes a laptop on weekends. Could be a while longer before I get anything new sadly, but I haven't vanished fully

Ooh, if your requests are still open I'd love to make a request

Username: Dubstep

Pony Name: Mesmeric

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Wellp, my computer is currently a brick, I'm HOPEFUL that it can be fixed at least, but I'll be a bit sporadic on my signing on until it's fixed. Hopefully it'll only take a day or two.

Dark grunted and tugged along as Cat attempted to help pry him free from the ground, how horridly embarrassing this day was turning out to be. First somepony saw him being...nice, ugh. And NOW he had his horn so stuck in the dirt it was taking the effort of another pony to be able to get loose! Could the day get any worse? At least he had some real good things happen today. Maybe that's what it was. The fates transpired to make it a balance of good things and bad things. He hated the fates.

With one last good YANK, Dark finally uprooted his horn from the ground, a ring made of dirt clinging to his horn, though he didn't seem to notice that, [colour=#ff0000]"Ahahaha! FREEDOM!!"[/colour] Rather, he noticed the suddenly frosty area of the field, covered in the thin veil of wintry weather. How did THAT happen? Did this snooty pegasus do that? And if so, just HOW? Dark glared at the mare and arched a brow at her, better to be a bit cautious around her. If not for his sake, for Cat's. Speaking of Cat, the colt looked down over to her shivering form, [colour=#ff0000]"Hey, here."[/colour] he said with a smile smile as he slipped his cape off and wrapped it around the smaller filly,[colour=#ff0000] "That should keep you warm for a bit."[/colour] Dark gave her a quick nuzzle before turning back to the other pony, bruxing his teeth as he forced himself to calm down, [colour=#ff0000]"Alright...What exactly do you want?"[/colour]

Cydonia chuckled at Gerrard's playful silliness, he certainly was childishly rambunctious for a grown Griffon, but at least it was harmless enough, pretty entertaining as well, "Well thank ya Gerrard, that's awful nice of ya. You have a nice day now!" she said waving farewell to the Griffon as he headed out of her store and down the street. Now! Back to business, "Of course, miss. T'won't be any trouble at all. Now do you want it just carved in, or do you want it burnt in? Costs the same either way, just another ten bits to do the whole set." looking over the logo she made a mental note of how to go about getting it to look best on the oak.

Looking up from her thoughts as Swift floated over a small wooden case, wishing to make a purchase out of it, Cyd gave a little smile and a nod to the pegasus, "Well alright then! The box is fifteen bits. And I'll be sure to make some free time to meet you later on, sound good?"