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Bronco "Suppressing fire in, suppressing fire out, do the hokey-pokey and that's what it's all about," Sex: Male Coat:Grey-beige Mane: Light brown, trimmed on the sides, spiked to the front Eyes: Grey-green in color Complexion: Grizzled, posses some shadow around snout Cutie-Mark: Slanted cross-hair Personality: Blunt, possesses a fatherly side, Spoken like a military man (horse) Activity: Can be found on the battlefield or in a backstreet brawl. Patch Au Pair "Your friend appears to be suffering from a combination of Dumb-lepsy and Ass-itis," Sex: Male Coat: Light blue Mane: Grey, pushed by hoof up and to the right Eyes: Turquoise Complexion: Smug, bordering on cocky, commonly wears band aid over bridge of snout Cutie-Mark: "Star of Life" medical symbol Personality: As said in Complexion; cocky and sarcastic,however loyal like most Pegasus. Activity: Takes up medical professions, doesn't shy away from violence, can be running common errands like others Bonus Notes: Depending on the era or dimension of the current RP, Patch finds himself rather attracted to Nurse Redheart
Roleplay Type: WoE Name: Discord Sex: Male Age: Stallion (and so on) Species: Draconequus Eye colour: Yellow sclera, red pupils Coat: Grey Fur, Brown Feathers, Red Scales His main body consisted of brown feathers with a set of wings: one blue pegasus wing and a purple bat pony wing. His head was covered in grey fur, while his tail was dotted in red scales. Mane/Tail: Black and White A stiff black mane, short cut, ran down his neck. Thick white brows and a white beard distinguished the ancient wizard. His red scaled tail was tipped with a white tuft. Physique: Chimeric Serpent A long body, much aligned with a qilin's, he was an amalgamation of creatures. Perhaps once a proper draconequus hybrid, he is chaos. A manticore's paw and a griffon's claw as forelimbs made him look quite fierce, but the awkward hind limbs that appeared to be the leg of a deer and the talons of a gator, he was ended with a dragon's spined tail. The most important feature was his head. A horse's skull was topped with the twisted horn of a ram and the three-point horn of a qilin with the teeth of both a dragon and pony, as well as an extended snaggletooth that would look much more ferocious had he the pair. Residence: Ponyville & Chaosville Occupation: Spirit of Disharmony and Confusion Cutie Mark: None (Tornado in Pony form) As such the form itself was the result of playing a prank on Tirek, the mark representing his chaotic nature. Unique Traits: Reality Distortion; As a prince of chaos it isn't out of the ordinarythat the brute has extraordinary magic. Rather than using it for conquest he uses his powers primarily to play games or alter power balances between tyrants and followers. History: Existing long before before the Spirit of Chaos has lived through many worlds and timelines. Ruining civilizations and kingdoms was a hobby, a form of enterprising entertainment that sustained the universe in a backwards sort of way. It prevented the stagnation of life. It kept things from becoming boring. Either watching Dragon Butterflies fall to extinction or toppling a tyrannical Jackal Empires it was all in the name of chaos, whether it helped others or not. It was not until the realm of Equestria did he find his match. It is unknown why he came at odds with the alicorn princesses. Perhaps a spoiled friendship born of the responsibility of a princess of harmony and a prince of chaos, or it could have been his rampant desire to topple the peaceful creatures of Equestria. Whatever caused the disagreement Discord didn't take no for an answer. In the stead of ruining the kingdom and moving on he sought to shame the princesses and conquered their land, turning it into a paradise for chaos. His influence spread far and wide. Some places in Equestria, today, still bare the scars of his chaos. Faced by a pair of angry princesses he was defeated by his arrogance, which outshines his competence for a split second. The Elements of Harmony would petrify him for centuries on. The peace and harmony of Equestria kept him encased in his prison. He would angrily watch as time passed him by. By chance he was touched by chaos in the form of arguing fillies. With this he was able to break free of his prison and stole the gems of his opressors. Picking a new territory in which to throne chaos he would pick the home of his rivals' most precious student. Game after game he outsmarted the manr, the new bearers of the Elements of Harmony. He disrupted their harmony and separated their powers all in an effort to continue the game so rudely interrupted by Celestia and Luna years ago. Even in all his effort the studious bookpony had managed to beat him at his own game and he, once again, found himself frozen in stone like some space cowboy knock off. It wasn't until they released him of their own volition would they present the cantankerous spirit with a proposition, one he would do his best to pervert. Manipulating Fluttershy's kindness he had her swear off her participation in imprisoning him. In a show of genuine loyalty she had kept her promise. It confused him, at first, so the deranged chaos god took it as permission to continue his destructive games. He was soon drawn into a moment, provided an epiphany, that maybe it has just been a friend he was looking for, others he sought to impress. Hardly mature, rarely honest of the feelings in his own, savagely ancient heart he couldn't believe such… yet he accepted the rehabilitation, reluctantly. It was not an easy task to reign in such a defiant being and the difficult task of keeping him on the path of good would be difficult. Once one went chaos, one never went back. So when Tirek encouraged dubious behavior as a means to live out one'sdesirea, who was Discord to resist? Such a lack of resistance created turmoil and the near collapse of the kingdom a second time. Celestia and Luna gave up their power, everything that made them near-gods, to protect their little ponies. This action confused the spirit of confusion, but he let it go none-the-less. She had some fabulous plan, he was sure. But when Tirek betrayed him the spirt felt first paw what it felt like: what he had done to the mane. Shame filled his heart. After the disaster he honestly apologized. He could now see why he needed to change some aspects of himself. But not all of it. Thereafter he tried to become a better 'citizen of Equesteia'. Helping at the Apple Family farm, or lending a lazy paw during Changeling-Umbrum alliances. Much of his time was spent with Fluttershy, playing with the Cutie Mark Crusaders, having become an honorary member himself. He continues to try and change, not hurt his friends, but that didn't mean he didn't cause chaos now and than… keeping the sister on their toes, ho ho ho! Character Personality: An anti-hero of sorts. He is untamed, arrogant, egotistical, but still can be caring and loyal. The draconequus can be foalish in his nature. A spoilt brat who can be demanding, but easy to please. He is a temperamental sort. His chaotic nature makes him both predictable and unpredictable. His desire to defy authority is kept in check by his friends and desire for friendship. With a grand sense of self worth he has an underlying regret due in part to his temporary betrayal. Playful, irresponsible he also has a strong sense of creativity naturally born of his chaos. Be it creating life in mundane objects or weaving world's from madness: he's never boring. Character Summary: He is the pinnicle of the anti-hero troublemaker. Chaotic Neutral in the purest sense. He doesn't bow his head to authority, his loyalty is assured with kindness and the problematic, pretentious personality of a prince of chaos are provided by his foalish cajoling and moral mockery of Aesop as his tails. While inclined to provide embarrassing, demeaning moral lessons, he also has a habit of nonsense and naughty noisemaking. Prominent in history as a feared tyrant, but slowly restoring his reputation as a chaotic prince and not a monstrous warlord. He had a heart beneath tall that feather and fur. But he still rather have fun while quietly protecting his playmates as long as time will allow.
Name: Rue Sex: Female Age: Filly Species: Unicorn Pelt Color: Periwinkle Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Wavy grape, with a bold lilac streak Eye Color: Blue Cutie Mark: A Rue Flower Physique: Soft Origin: Canterlot Roleplay Type: Main RP Occupation: Part-timer seeking work. Motivation: Surface: To have fun and be free. Srs Bsns: To seek redemption and to help others do the same. Dear Diary fodder: Her path to improvement as a friend includes learning to let other ponies in, sacrifice for the sake of friendship, "you can't tell a book by its cover," learning to accept help from others. Likes: She loves foals, outcasts, experiencing new things Dislikes: Snobs. Stiffs. Ponies who frontin'. Ponies who can't acknowledge their mistakes. Character Summary: The Hoofington Elementary Equinerer: Local Pony Profiles: Rue By News Flash Hello Everypony! This is your school reporter News Flash with this weeks Local Pony Profile! We're looking at Hoofington's mysterious newcomer: Rue! With rumors and speculation swirling here at Hoofington Elementary, we're digging up thez TRUTH and delivering it to YOUR FRONT DOOR! Rue, at first glance, is an intimidating figure. Small, but with a carefully cultivated "edge" maintainted to send a message: Dark eyeshadow, Red hoofpolish, and a carefully sloppy beheaded mane. When at peace, her movements are calm, her expressions detached, but when excited, I noticed she would become more animated in expression, and move with more deliberation. She has a disarming directness that sometimes borders on intrusive or rude, but I never felt that she was paticularly agressive without provocation. Interview below the fold. * * * News Flash: Rue, it looks like you attended the prestigious Hoofvard academy in Canterlot. Tell us about that. Rue: It sucked. NF: Ah. Well... Okay then. Reports say that you were admitted on an academic scholarship? You must have shown some aptitude then. Rue: Yeah. But to the other kids, it just meant I wasn't admitted by the usual means: money or contacts. NF: So you were an outsider? Rue: Yeah. I was too cool for those spoiled rich brats. NF: Huh, that's funny, because various accounts suggest otherwise. Your first grade teacher's meeting notes read "Rue seems eager, but unable to form friendships with her peers." Rue: Hey! How did you get a hold of my records? What sort of school paper is this? NF: Here at the Hoofington Equinerer, we believe in journalistic diligence. You just keep your answers honest, and we'll keep these records to ourselves, capiche? Rue: Why you little! [Rue Sighs] Whatever. Yeah, I wasn't a popular kid, and I caught heck those first couple years. But it wasn't long before I found some friends. We had eachothers backs, and they taught me how to be tough. Still wouldn't call us popular, but at least the bullies had to think twice before they tangled with the Dark Horses. NF: So you formed a gang? Rue: A gang? That makes us sound like monsters. We called it a "social trust." We didn't need violence. We had a bad reputation, and that was usually enough. NF: Usually enough? Rue: Usually. Sometimes, somepony wouldn't get the message. We did what we had to do. Our pranks were legendary. NF: Oh? I'd like to hear about that. Rue: Yeah? Well, you'll get to experience one first hand if you get too cocky with those records. NF: Well! Let's move on then! Uh, tell me about your family life. Rue: What family life? Once dad got his break in Canterlot High Society, he was too busy for anypony, and mom was constantly involved in planning parties, managing the household, and schmoozing big wigs. I wasn't the sort of child that impressed those fancy types, and they were the sort of ponies that impressed me, so I kept to my bedroom a lot. I didn't really have any friends until I met the Dark Horses. NF: You got into a lot of trouble, it would seem. Rue: It was summer. We were bored. NF: You got your cutie mark that summer. Rue: Look, I'm warning you, kid. NF: D-don't worry! We couldnt dig up any facts about 'the Incident at the Castle! Rue I can't imagine you could! But I can tell you this much: I have never regretted anything as much as that. Which is how I got it. NF: Your Cutie Mark. A Rue Flower. You got it for your regret? Rue I've regretting things before, but always for the wrong reasons. This time, I had made a deliberate decision to do better. I apologized to the Viceroy, as sorry as I'd ever been, and that's when it appeared. Now some kids get easy cutie marks. They fix a table and get a hammer on their hip. They go on to be happy little carpenters. I screwed up and got a flower on my flank, and I'm still not sure what to make of it. A cutie mark is a major event, and it doesn't happen without a reason. The Viceroy understood this, and forgave me. Hoofvard did not. NF: They expelled you. Rue: [Rue Nods] Mom and Dad were livid. They sent me away to live with someone who would give me some "tough love": Auntie Hemlock. NF: Oh my. Rue [Rue Shrugs] It's no fur off my flank. I never needed them anyway. And Hoofington isn't full of snobs. I'm better off here. NF: Still, I can't imagine that it was that eas-- [Rue interrupts me here] Rue: That's enough questions. You've got enough for an article, kid. NF: But -- Rue: No more questions. * * * After a calm and reasonable discussion, we agreed to end the interview here. Cutie Mark: Character Sketch: Original arts ^ Clockwise's Rendition, 20% cooler ^^