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  1. Redd Hot{Ready}

    Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Redd Hot Sex: Stallion Age: Grown Stallion Species: Unicorn Eye colour: Yellow Coat: Light Apple Green with white freckles on the muzzle Mane/Tail: Short layered mane in a deep maroon, with highlights of a darker green apple shade, Tail is the same color and kept long and flowy Physique:Limber and elegant Residence: Canterlot Occupation: Head Chef at the 5 star restaurant The Pepper Pot Cutie Mark: Three Spiraling red chilis Unique Traits: Uniquely high spice tolerance, culinary magic, able to embed spice into any food item, and can play the kazoo with his nose. History: Redd was born to a well-to-do Aristocratic family, with their lineage proudly stemming from farmers, and cooks! His father running many farms all across Equestria, from his estate in Canterlot, and his Mother having a thriving writing career as a critic of high end but still hearty cuisine. Being a curious tyke, Redd would be found loitering around the manor, lightly pestering the staff, but none more than his idol and role model, Greasy Spoon, the family's cook! Always bothering the other "What's this?" "What's that?" "Can I try?" Greasy Spoon was more than happy to entertain the wee colt, since the enthusiasm he had for cooking, mirrored the old stallion's own in his youth, and happily taught him all he knew about the culinary world, and how to read trends, and to adjust flavors. It was the act of making his OWN recipe for Greasy that earned Redd his cutie mark! He wanted to spice up the dish, but they were out of peppers, hot sauce, really spicy beans, all of that stuff, so the other stuck out his tongue, focusing his magic, which lit up his horn in a sunny, light glow, and he shut his eyes tight! There was a light POP and the food shimmered.... Hesitantly tasting the food, Redd proceeded to breath fire! It was PERFECT! So excited to share his creation, and tell Greasy about his spell that he didn't even notice his cutie mark! As he grew, Redd focused more on harnessing his magic for the culinary world, learning the fine finesse of julianing veggies, knowing just the right heat to magically tweak a flame to for the ideal simmer, all that good stuff! When he went to Celestia's school for Gifted Unicorns, the culinary magic program was the one he attended, and passed with flying colors, which landed him his current job at The Pepper Pot. Character Personality: Cocky, friendly, warm, and adventurous, always seeking the newest and most interesting flavors to combine with spice, and eagerly sharing his experiments with friends. Character Summary: A Peppy, Peppered Pony Popping with Potential
  2. Aphrodite Rose (ready)

    Roleplay Type: WoE Name: Aphrodite Rose; "Rosie" Sex: Female Age: Young Mare Species: Unicorn Eye colour: Angelic Blue (#5ce4ff) Coat: Regal Silver (#abacb0) Mane/Tail: Cupid Blonde (#f8f8bf) styled in a high pony tail that cascades like molten gold down her back, her bangs covering the left side of her face in a mysteriously endearing manner. Physique: Slender and toned; very obviously puts a lot of effort into her looks. Residence: Among the nobles in Canterlot. Occupation: Fashion Icon/Model/Personality Cutie Mark: An ornate, glittering gemstone shaped like a star; signifying her beauty and her wealth. Unique Traits: > Her left eye is lazy and she always has her perfectly styled mane covering it - and will not allow ANYPONY to photograph that side of her - lest they see that she is less than perfect. > She always brushes silver glitter into her coat as her own sort of signature. History: Born into nobility within the richest of the rich in Canterlot, Aphrodite Rose had everything she could have ever wished for growing up, and as such, never really got used to doing things for herself. When she began to come of age, she was popular with her peers, and especially garnered the attention of the young colts within the high society - and beyond. Spurred on by the attention, Rose began to care more and more about her looks, so with the help of some high-end potions and products, Rose started to shine brighter than a crystal pony - and it didn't take long for some talent scouts to notice the beautiful filly. On the day of her very first photo shoot with an up-and-coming fashion editor Rose could hardly contain her excitement as she was prepped for the camera. Standing in front of the bright lights and photography equipment, Rose posed, the camera flashed, and she was momentarily blinded. Except that it wasn't the camera that had flashed - it was her flank. She had rightly earned her cutie mark - and as if that wasn't enough, the camera had captured it all! Safe to say, the iconic shot became a hit (she still recieves the royalites to this day!) and Rose's reputation skyrocketed faster than an airborne Wonderbolt; earning her contracts with some of Equestria's most important editors and photographers, keeping her busy all year round between photo-shoots, balls, and other prestigious events. Character Personality: Conforms very much to the blonde stereotype and is seen oftentimes seen as a bit of a "bimbo". It doesn't help that Rose prefers to let others speak for her rather than speak up for herself and such can be seen as a doormat too. Despite this however, Rose loves to talk about the things she likes, including but not limited to; cats, oatmeal cookies and premium coffee! She is a playful mare who works hard but isn't stingy or snobby - she enjoys spreading her wealth with her friends and to those ponies that may be a little less fortunate than she. Rose is also a mare who is constantly trying new things, and isn't afraid of it. She will seek out the newest dishes in her favourite restaurants, visit all the hangouts on any trips she takes and she loves to see businesses benefit from her publicity. As a given, Rose is vain and spends a lot of time preening and poking around with herself in front of a mirror and she can occasionally be quite rude and uptight about her looks. Most of her friends have learned not to take it personally and understand that these kind of behaviors are part of the job - but Rose always encourages her friends and family to call her out on these things should she say something offensive or rude. Character Summary: A blonde bombshell, yes, but a lovable mare none the less, Aphrodite Rose is a picture of beauty and wealth, but has a warm loving heart for those she cares about.
  3. Agent Coltson [ready]

    Roleplay Type: WoEName: ColtsonSex: MaleAge: StallionSpecies: UnicornEye colour: Sapphire blueCoat: Light Grey Mane/Tail: Both his mane and tail have the same dark brown colour, kept trimmed moderately short, though it is up for debate whether his mane is just receding or not, his tail is definitely trimmed short however.Physique: Coltson is moderately tall for a stallion, although nowhere near the height of a Saddle Arabian, he is noticeably taller and slightly more muscular than the average stallion.Residence: PonyvilleOccupation: Agent of S.M.I.L.E. Totally just a book seller.Cutie Mark: A full looking file. Coltson got this cutie mark at a very young age, where he was finding the school experience highly difficult, unable to remember all the things he needed to remember for exams the normal way as he was a very slow reader. After having to commit all his time solely to trying to study he was finding himself getting very tired one night, and in a half deluded state of boredom and inspiration, levitated a book with his magic, as he read he started to try and translate those words with the feelings of his magic and slowly but surely, his magic started to scan through the words, the process getting faster the more he practiced it until one day he finally managed to ace an exam, a feat more impressive because of the fact he studied through all the material in the minutes before the exam took place.Unique Traits: Reflection Deflection: A S.M.I.L.E. classic, a spell that erases one's memory of encounters with an agent, although use of the spell is extremely limited, even more so for extended removal of memory, so most agents live in the hope it will only be used to get rid of quick minute encounters. Case closed: Coltson has an ability to quickly sift through information in books around him via magical scanning of texts, allowing him to get through paperwork quickly and back to action. Beam Team: Coltson has a major magical specialization on beam spells, able to shoot powerful beams of magic from his horn that can have a range of affects based on the spell used. History: Coltson was born in Ponyville, his parents nothing really special, his mother a housewife for the father, who owned a very lucrative antique store on the outskirts of Ponyville, monopolizing off of the reputation of the town, while his wife tended to their home and child, and sometimes went along to help lend her eye for detail to some of the rarer items her husband would get in for the shop, working together to figure out just the right price to sell it at. Their son, who seemed very unremarkable in all ways seemed to struggle at school with the academic side of things, being very socially able and an expert on making connections, but who only ever seemed to remember anything when it was written in a comic book, making them both somewhat worried for his future, as even though his father wanted him to take over the shop; he also knew that his son would not be able to, as he was far too attached to antiques to just sell them on. It came as a welcome surprise to them both when he showed his talent for magic based reading, as it opened up a whole new world to him; a world of literature. He would spend many moments in a day just scanning through whatever books he could find to read, being one of the most widely knowledgeable ponies of his age group, and seeming quite content with his knowledge. A few years later he would find an employment opportunity, when the secret anti monster agency S.M.I.L.E. was recruiting for new agents to join them with a more cheery outlook to get better connections with possible witnesses and be able to negotiate information out without blowing their cover, and it was with this criteria that Coltson would attend his recruitment interview, acing the exams and personality test he quickly earned his suit and sunglasses, being a valuable agent for many operations, getting to the point where he was tasked with rebuilding a Ponyville base of operations, allowing him to return to his home town after being out on an 'extended business venture' returning with enough bits to buy a decent sized building, and stock it with all the ancient books he could get his hoofs on, many from his father's store, rare and expensive books lining the shelves he then went about adding a slightly musty atmosphere to the place, with dark woods and ladders to reach shelves, the way into the secret base being hidden in the back rooms, underneath a rug with hoof recognition, the panel made to look like the door for a floor safe, leading down into the S.M.I.L.E situation room, an area of the building unknown to the public, just knowing the pony as a book seller with a fashion sense, who seemed to never really part with many of the really special books, mostly selling ones where he had multiple, but allowing others to read the ones in store. Character Personality: Coltson seems like a pretty open book to the public, as a rather typical book collector and seller, being very inquisitive, and curious about the details of anything that is going on, with a strange knowledge of everything that is going on around him, even if it is a secret, he comes across as nosy sometimes, being a bit too keen on the lives of others, something explained away by most as the book collector's relatively dull existence surrounded by dusty tomes of times long passed. He is a pony who seems to know everything about anything, no matter how trivial or useless the information may seem, and regardless of its place in the past or present, most likely due to the fact that he has read every book in his store at one point or another, leaving others to wonder how long he spends locked up in his home. Unknown to most is that this pony is actually a daring secret agent of a anti monster agency, set with the task of setting up a new base in the town of Ponyville, now deemed to be a hotspot of activity regarding their agency, as such he can retain quite a bossy tone if a fellow agent tries to directly go against his orders or thought out plans. He is incredibly talented with his magic beams, however the direct nature of the beams means he is usually up close to his target to make sure he does not miss, or at a long distance up high, both meaning he is incredibly patient, but also quick thinking, a feature that can lead him to think about too many situations at once and overthink a scenario, needing others with him to keep him on the right path when that happens. Character Summary: A charming secret agent with a deep cover of a slightly doting book seller, with a skill for beam magics, and mind erasing spells.
  4. Vixey Kitten

    Name: Vixey Kitten Age: Young mare (20) Gender: Female: Species: Unicorn Appearance: see photo Occupation: Veterinary Pony ~ ~ ~ to be continued ~ ~ ~
  5. Bunny Hop (Ready)

    Character is copyright myself, art is copyright Kat McCauley aka Nightcloud (the above art was a paid commission piece) Roleplay Type: WoE Name: Bunny Hop Sex: Male Age: Young Stallion Species: Unicorn Eye colour: Teal Coat: Bunny Hop's main coat color is a dull denim blue. He has olive green hooves that are covered by medium length strands of hair, Clydesdale-style. He also has an olive green muzzle, neck and belly. He also has an olive green "eye dot", which is a small solid olive green circle above both eyes, like those found on certain breeds of dogs (e.g. Rottweiler), which are known as "kiss marks". Mane/Tail: Bunny Hop's mane is olive green, parting on the left side of the head naturally, and is of medium length. It is usually unkempt, shaggy, and overall disheveled. Bunny Hop's tail is also olive green and is very short, resembling a deer tail, in that it comes to a point and in its length. Physique: Bunny Hop's body is just a tad smaller and shorter than other stallions his age. Residence: Bunny Hop currently resides in a cottage on the outskirts of Whitetail Wood, not too far from Quickrun River. Occupation: Currently Bunny Hop sells his artwork as a means of getting by, although he sometimes takes care of animals in need around Whitetail Wood, and even visits his father from time to time to help out on the bunny ranch. He dreams one day of having his art in a museum or gallery. Cutie Mark: A light cream yellow star with rounded edges with a white bunny head thickly outlined by a black line in the center of the star. One late afternoon, when Bunny Hop was forced to look after the ranch by himself, he was tending to the bunnies when he grew tired. He ended up taking a nap next to his bunny herd, and before he knew it the stars were already out. Panicking, he looked over the ranch and found that one of the smaller bunnies had somehow escaped. Determined to find this bunny, Bunny Hop made sure all the other bunnies were safe before he took off into the woods. After finding evidence of the bunny that was missing, Bunny Hop followed her trail and saw that she was in grave danger. The small bunny was stuck between a devastatingly tall cliff edge ... and a pack of hungry timberwolves. To get to the top of the cliff, Bunny Hop would have had to climb around and up a series of hills and mountainous terrain, and there simply wasn't enough time for all of that. The timberwolves were closing in, and with little time to spare, Bunny Hop did the only thing he could do... he ran and then gave a giant leap of faith! ... ...And he was able to snatch the tiny bunny from the top of the cliff edge! Miraculously, Bunny Hop's father was able to catch up to him and saw the whole thing as it unfolded. He told his son that Bunny Hop "jumped so high that (he) touched the stars"! Then, there was a bright flash that lit up the entire area and subsequently scared the timberwolves away ...it was Bunny Hop's cutie mark! Unique Traits: Bunny Hop can jump extremely high. He can jump higher than anypony he knows with ease, and the highest he ever jumped was when he saved his small bunny friend from a pack of timberwolves. He is very good at taking care of animals, especially bunnies, and also has a great talent for art. He mostly draws and paints, but he also enjoys arts and crafts. History: Bunny Hop was born to a unicorn (mother) who was married to an earth pony (father) that owned and maintained a bunny ranch. Bunny Hop's parents were poor, but they did what they could to get by. Bunny Hop brought much delight and wonder to his parent's world, and they were ecstatic to have their own little colt. As time went on, the need for bunny ranchers went into decline, and due to poor sales of bunnies as pets, Bunny Hop's mother left to Canterlot to look for a job. This was a hard time for both Bunny Hop and his father, who had to take care of the ranch by themselves. On one particular late afternoon, Bunny Hop's father was gone to the market later than usual to get some food and supplies, which left Bunny Hop by himself to look after the ranch. This led to him discovering his unique talent and earning his cutie mark when he had to rescue one of the smaller bunnies from a pack of timberwolves in the forest. After a while, Bunny Hop's father persuaded him to go live with his mother in Canterlot and study magic at Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. While he took his father up on the offer, he declined to join the school, feeling that magic wasn't as important as his love for his bunny friends and his artwork. He can do basic magic, such as pick things up/levitate objects, but has never shown an interest in anything beyond the basics. While in school, Bunny Hop joined an after school art club, where he met his best friend Fire Star. He has refined his art with the help of his friends and the club and mostly draws and paints things from nature, especially animals, and of course bunnies. His art tends to dabble into the realm of fantasy, with bunnies dressed up in elegant hats, pearls, and having tea, as one example. After his schooling was complete, Bunny Hop moved back to Whitetail Wood, where he made his own small cottage. He concentrates on his art and makes an honest living selling his pieces. He visits his mother and father from time to time, and sometimes he even takes a trip to Manehattan to visit Fire Star for a while. Much like Fire Star, Bunny Hop was made fun of because of his "ugly" colors. He felt rejected most of the time, but when he met Fire Star and found out she was treated much in the same way, he was able to bond with her even closer. He has his small group of friends, but his best friend is definitely Fire Star. He also has a pet. The small bunny that he saved so long ago from the pack of timberwolves is his close and personal favorite pet, Molly, who is a smaller than average brown lop eared bunny. Character Personality: Bunny Hop is shy and gentle, very soft spoken and has a big heart. He is generous, sweet, and caring, although he is timid. He will stop at nothing to help those he cares about. Character Summary: Bunny Hop is a gentle young unicorn stallion with the ability to jump higher than most and has the knowledge to take care of animals, especially bunnies, and has a great talent for drawing and painting.
  6. Aster [Ready]

    Roleplay Type: Name: Aster Sex: Female Age: Foal Species: Unicorn Eye color: Chocolate Brown Coat: White pinto beige Mane: Hoofed back red hair with a blue bottom that curves from behind the ear. Tail: A simple smoothed red tail with a single blue stripe that curves on top. Physique: A thin average sized body with slouching shoulders. Residence: Ponyville Occupation: Aster currently does not have a job and generally spends time reading. Cutie Mark: Blank Unique Traits: Musical – whether it’s a string or band instrument Aster has a high talent for learning any instrument quickly. History: Aster was born at the end of November hours before December to a light purple mare. Aster is currently an orphan that attends the nearby school for foals and has no care for a cutie mark. She often goes to the library for interesting reads or goes to the Everfree forest to play music. All Aster wants is to be an amazing musician and play for her favorite princess, Princess Luna. Character Personality: Aster has a love to spot discrepancies between statements could almost be described as a hobby, making it a bad idea to lie to her. This makes it ironic that Aster tends to share thoughts that are not fully developed, using others as a sounding board for ideas and theories in a debate against herself rather than as actual conversation partners. Aster remains so open to new information that she often never commits to a decision at all. Aster's is a fun-loving, free-spirited, energetic, sensitive, optimistic being, and childlike at the core. She may appear to drift about in an unending daydream, but Aster’s thought process is unceasing, and her minds buzz with ideas from the moment she wake up, often conducting full-fledged debates in her own head. Aster is quite relaxed and friendly when she is with people she knows, or who share her interests. However, friendly banter can quickly become combative if she believes her logical conclusions or theories are being criticized. When Aster’s interest is captured, her absence goes beyond social matters to include the rest of the physical world and if Aster gets is particularly excited, the conversation can border on incoherence as she tries to explain the daisy-chain of logical conclusions that led to the formation of her latest idea. Sometimes Aster will opt to simply move on from a topic before it’s ever understood. Aster views the world as a big, complex machine, and recognizes that as with any machine, all parts are interrelated. Aster excels in analyzing these connections, seeing how seemingly unrelated factors tie in with each other in ways that bewilder most other people and she can be too prideful in it. She is highly receptive to alternate theories, so long as it’s supported by logic and facts. Aster is usually fairly liberal, with a “none of my business” sort of attitude – peoples’ ideas are what matter. These connections is the product of an unrelenting imagination – Aster’s ideas may seem counter-intuitive at a glance, and may never even see the light of day, but she will always prove remarkable innovations. This applies to her own skills as well – Aster knows that as she practices, she improves, and any work she do is second-best to what she could do. Unable to settle for this, Aster sometimes delay her output indefinitely with constant revisions, sometimes even quitting before she ever begin. Aster becomes forgetful, missing even the obvious if it’s unrelated to their current infatuation, and she can even forget her own health, skipping meals and sleep as she muse. And when a new idea piques her interest, Aster can be very enthusiastic – she is a reserved person, but if another person shares an interest, she can be downright excited about discussing it. More likely though, the only outward evidence of this enthusiasm will be Aster’ silent pacing or her staring into the distance. Aster is a conduit for the truths around her, so far as she can be expressed, and she is proud of this role as theoretical mediator. Aster doesn’t often go around intentionally hurting feelings, but she believes that the truth is the most important factor, and she expects that to be appreciated and reciprocated. Aster takes pride in her knowledge and rationale, and enjoy sharing her ideas, but in trying to explain how she got from A to B to Z, she can get frustrated, sometimes simplifying things to the point of insult as she struggles to gauge her conversation partners’ perspective. The ultimate insult comes as Aster gives up with a dismissive “never mind”. Character Summary: Aster is a unicorn foal from Ponyville with a high talent for music. She is most defined by her unique white splotches on her body and slouching shoulders. She does not care for a cutie mark, but rather just wants to play for Princess Luna and truly show her how much Aster loves the night. Music isn’t her only passion though she also has a love for reading and although she can find herself lost in her thoughts she doesn’t express them rather Aster in more content in listening to others. But if you really get her going in something she likes it will be hard to get her to stop.
  7. Switchstrike [Ready]

    Roleplay Type: WOE Name: Switchstrike Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Unicorn Eye colour: Cobalt Blue Coat: Tan brown Mane/Tail: Moderately scruffy mane and tail, with black edges with a burnished gold streak through it. Physique: Average height for a stallion, with a reasonably firm jawline, his body is average for a stallion, though is hidden underneath his armour, the colours of which leading to his unfortunate nickname of 'Pumpkin' Residence: N/A Occupation: Sword fighting instructor Cutie Mark: Switch's cutie mark is a pair of crossed swords, one traditional steel looking one, then one more ornate golden sword that almost seems to be hidden by his coat. He gained his cutie mark back when he was a foal, although a bit later than most in his friendship groups, which was strange considering how much he could do, and yet there was nothing that he excelled at, his friends never enjoyed bringing the situation up, knowing it did demoralise him a bit, however one day his friends took him along to a dojo to learn some self defense, more so he could have something to take his mind off his blank flank. He did well as usual under instruction, loving the fact that not only did it teach you how to defend yourself, it also taught morality and the value of defending oneself instead of attacking others. One day he enrolled in the extra classes where ponies could practice with training weapons, another little change from the status quo to keep things fresh. He found that the moment he picked up the training sword, either with his teeth or magic, that it felt easy to use it, and the movements were somewhat predictable to him, and so he was entered into the competition that the dojo held for its students to test their skills against eachother. He went in the weapons category, and breezed through the competition, only realizing he had his cutie mark when he had stopped celebrating the fact that he had finally won something. Unique Traits: Switch's unique talents revolve around his use of blades, and the manipulation of those blades. Due to his training and natural talent, he has mastered many forms of unicorn and earth pony sword skills, pegasus combat not being able to be learned for obvious reasons. Beyond that he also trained in his own forms of magic to work with the swords, able to coat his blade in magic to dull the impact, making hits less effective, and unable to cut, but he can also create a blade of magic around blunt swords or even broken ones to increase their cutting ability. History: Switch was born in Canterlot, to a family of moderate wealth gained from the wealth of past generations, and a bit of intelligent investment. Unfortunately this family followed the traditional Canterlot format for the 'rich ponies' looking down on ponies that had yet to find their purpose, and shunning outsiders to their social groups, this was unfortunate due to Switch's liking for making friends with almost anypony he met, no matter their social standing; it was said that Switch could charm the princes, and also the rats within the same sentence. A natural group leader, his friends never understood why somepony with a personality like his could still be a blank flank, but eventually they found out that it was just that he was using his talents in the wrong areas, perhaps trying to mimic his family despite his ineptitude at the activities that made them rich. And at finding out what his cutie mark was, his family gave him some bits, in exchange for him going off to find a life for himself. Determined to learn as much as he could about his craft to be able to become one of the greatest teachers, he used this money to journey Equestria and beyond, learning all he could from one tutor, before moving onto the next, all the while refining his own personal techniques as well. After a while of learning and practicing, he started training others, though due to his lack of bits at this point, just lived in a wagon that he pulled along behind him, the wagon being filled with all styles of training and live swords, collected from each location he visited. He mostly stayed out of trouble, preferring just to teach other ponies to fend for themselves, and imparting the moral knowledge that he had learned on his travels, however he eventually realised the issue with this technique, as sometimes ponies could only come to him for help once they were helped themselves, so he started using his combat talents to help others; whether it was a set of rustlers in Appleloosa, or Timberwolves on the outskirts of the Everfree forest; he went to try and help where he could, so that he could teach others to help themselves. Character Personality: Switch is a typical teacher; soft spoken most of the time, but ready to speak bluntly and harshly should the situation call for it. He is also a natural leader, charming and good at spotting the strengths and weaknesses of a group, along with the wisdom of knowing how to use their weaknesses as a strength in itself when paired with somepony else with particular strengths, he has a reputation among those that trained with him, and a legacy that he imparts with them, a legacy of his moral code, spreading his words far and wide as he wandered. Naturally he has certain views on things such as violence and militaries although he will never voice these views it should be noted that he has declined many an invitation to work in a military, and only doing freelance tutoring at best for them. Despite this viewpoint, he still carries himself with grace and cheer when doing these jobs, keeping a cheeky smile on his face almost all the time. Character Summary: Switch is a strange, quirky, and eccentric master swordspony with a heart of gold, and a whole set of interesting looks on life. He has explored most of Equestria, and trained with as many other masters as he could whilst also training his unique magic in his spare time, using it to help where he can, believing the best way to help ponies in need is a combination of active and passive help.
  8. Blue Moon (Ready)

    Roleplay type: WoE Name: Blue Moon Sex: female Age: Filly Species: Unicorn Eye Color: Grey Character color: Black Mane/Tail Color: Fluffy navy blue with sky blue highlights Physique: Athletic build. Eyes glazed over from being blind Residence: Dodge Junction Occupation: Unemployed Cutie Mark: A blue crescent moon, curved towards her tail. It seems to be covered in sparkles. She got her cutie mark in a very odd way. Before getting her mark, she was very unlucky when it came to magic. Her friends and family would often say ‘Her spells work only once in a blue moon.’ Yet she didn’t let that get to her. She kept trying and trying, though her spells often backfired. Then one day, she cast a simple spell, to light a candle, and it actually worked. Then her cutie mark appeared, and from then on her spells actually succeeded. ‘Once in a Blue Moon’ is a saying used in many ways. Here, it’s used to describe Blue Moon’s extreme bad luck when it comes to magic. When she get’s her cutie mark, She finds her strengths lie with magic to do with luck. Unique Traits: History: Blue Moon was born in Heil, and lived a rather uneventful foalhood. As mentioned before, she was very unlucky when it came to magic, and once cast a spell that backfired so bad, she lost her ability to see. Sadly this happened before she got her cutie mark, and she was never able to see it. She then moved to Dodge Junction, as everyone back home still messed with her. Now because of her blindness rather then her magic. And there she’s lived happily. Personality: Blue Moon is a happy, yet quiet pony. She is extremely loyal to her true friends and would never do anything to harm them. She is helpful, and very loving of many different creatures. Summery: Blue Moon is a black, blind unicorn with luck centered magic. She moved to a new home to escape her unhealthy relationships with her family. Right now she is unemployed, yet looking for a job.
  9. Fire Star (Ready)

    Character is copyright myself, art is copyright Centchi (the above art was a paid commission piece) Roleplay Type: WoE Name: Fire Star Sex: Female Age: Young Mare Species: Unicorn Eye colour: Orange Coat: A medium brown is the base color. Her back and hooves up to the elbows/knees are stained with dark brown that start as a solid color, then fade into blotches/spots. Her muzzle is white with the same blotchy effect, spreading to her cheeks and in between her eyes. Mane/Tail: Fire Star's mane is kind of shaggy and unkempt, alternating in black and bright red stripes. Her mane is shorter in the back and the longer parts in the front dust her shoulders. Her forelock comes to a point in the middle. Her tail is also shaggy and kind of all over the place, also alternating in black and red stripes. Physique: Fire Star has an average pony build, although she is a little bit shorter than the average mare. Residence: Fire Star currently resides in Manehattan in an apartment on the third floor. Occupation: Fire Star goes around the city and uses her fire magic to light up all of the candles in the light posts on the streets, making it possible to navigate the city at night. She also sells some of her artwork on the side. Cutie Mark: A bright red star thickly outlined in black, with a cartoon crossbones and skull in the middle. Fire Star got her cutie mark after having run away from home. She found herself lost in the middle of Foal Mountain, and as she was about to give up all hope of ever finding her way out of a rather bad snow storm and severely regretting ever running away, she began to cry. After trying to be brave for far too long, she gave in and began to sob brokenly, one particularly strong sob mixed with a wail that echoed throughout the mountain range caused her to lose control of her magic, and a very strong beam of fire shot out of her horn, disintegrating all of the snow around her and the falling snow flakes. Stunned, she sniffled back her tears and found her ability to summon fire with her horn, and a bright light started to beam on her flanks, and thus she got her cutie mark! Thankfully, her best friend, Bunny Hop, had been secretly following her after she had run away, and Bunny Hop found Fire Star after also getting lost in the snowy mountain. Fire Star was very ragged and close to death, and Bunny Hop nursed her back to health. The skull and crossbones are a constant reminder to never give up and to never do something as foolish as running away from her problems in life ever again. Unique Traits: Fire Star can use her magic to summon and control fire. She also has a really good talent for artwork and mostly draws and paints, although she can do other arts and crafts. History: Fire Star was born as a blessing to a unicorn couple that did not think they would ever be able to have a foal. Despite all of this, however, her parents tried desperately to push magic on her, because she was born and raised in Canterlot. Fire Star studied some magic, but not much. She can do common things like pick things up/levitate objects. Her parents, ever confident in their little filly, forced Fire Star to apply to Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. During the Unicorn Magic Aptitude Test, however, Fire Star failed spectacularly and severely disappointed her parents. Fire Star, devastated in upsetting her mother and father, decided to run away from home, because what good is a unicorn without magic? It had been drilled in to her head that magic was her purpose and calling in life with little regard to anything else. As such, she got as far as Foal Mountain before she broke down, which led her to discover her special talent and gain her cutie mark, despite being weak and ill. Fire Star returned home and apologized to her parents, finishing her schooling before she decided to move out as a grown mare, settling in Manehattan. She still writes to and visits her parents, although not as often as she should. During her childhood, Fire Star had a tough time. She was made fun of because of her "ugly" colors, compared to all of the other bright and colorful ponies. She even went so far as to try to bleach her mane and tail to color them a bright pink, but her father caught her right before she could start. She never had many friends growing up, but she does have a small circle of friends that she shares treasured memories and times with, especially her best friend Bunny Hop. When she was still in school, Fire Star discovered an after school art club. This is how she discovered her artistic talents and love for anything art wise, as well as meeting Bunny Hop. She appreciates the arts, past and present, and frequently goes to art showings and museums. Most of her art is on the darker side - skulls, gothic, maybe a bit too morbid for the average pony, and is heavily influenced by her love of punk rock, rock and roll, and heavy metal music. Character Personality: Fire Star can be a bit rude and blunt, sassy and even off-putting. However, she is actually very nice and goes out of her way to help her friends. She can be sarcastic and sometimes even a hoof full at times, but she means well. She is always eager to discover new things and meet other ponies and creatures and overall has a good heart. Character Summary: Fire Star is a sassy but caring young unicorn mare with fire magic that uses her talent to light up the streets of Manehattan at night that has a talent for drawing and painting.
  10. Rainy Day Melody

    From the album Muddy's Album!

    A Blues singer pony.
  11. Lensblot [Ready]

    Name: Lensblot Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Unicorn Eye colour: Sapphire blue Coat: Light brown Mane/Tail: Swept back mane, black with a single copper orange streak. Long and untended black tail with copper orange inner stripe. Physique: Rather small for a stallion, if not for his head shape one may easily confuse him for a mare. Residence: Ground District, Las Pegasus; though roams for work Occupation: Professional trouble seeker when not pretending to be a detective, unfortunately the two seem to have a habit of merging. Cutie Mark: A magnifying glass, he gained his cutie mark in one of the rare times where he did decide to go and do some work himself. Still confused with what he wanted to do with his life, he wandered the streets of Trottingham, deciding what to do with himself for a day. A day that he decided will be the one this month that was not a 'me day' as he would call them, although most often they more represented 'me months' in which he would laze about and look just occupied enough to not be given any work to do. However on this day, chance would have it that at that exact moment in time, in the exact area in front of him, an enterprising thief would be making off with an old mare's saddlebags. And by a stroke of presumed luck, the thief tripped up in front of Lens. Seeing a chance for some easy bits to further enhance his next 'me day' he decided to pick up the bags and go to return them; however as he picked up the bags, another set of thieves set their sights upon it, and just being a colt then, there was even less chance he would stand his ground, so with the added weight of the saddlebags in tow, he started running through the streets, causing up a stir as more and more thieves joined in the chase, Lens leading them through a route that he planned on the fly, until eventually the colt tumbled out of the alleyways in front of the local guard station just as they were all going outside for drills, leading to a major set of arrests, and a lot of figurative weight off the colt's back to get the literal weight off his back, taking the bags to the mare, he was rewarded with about a weeks worth of pocket money, and as the pony left she commented on whether the cutie mark had always been there. Lens quickly spun around to look at it, surprised that putting in a bit of work and a lot of intuition could be quite so rewarding in a day. However sleep was far more rewarding when paired with spending money and a 'me day'. So that is what he did, for the rest of the week. Unique Traits: Lens has an uncanny ability to engage in what seems to be minor situations, which will nearly always escalate into some great adventure or journey, and as such it even appears to other ponies that a minor situation with the addition of Lens can immediately turn it into a big deal. He also has something that he calls his 'thinkers intuition' where he can look at a room and immediately notice whatever may be out of place or not belonging, a skill homed through many an hour spent learning to spot the important things so he can finish work sooner. History: Lens was born in Trottingham into a family that knew the value of hard work, his mother was a hotel hostess named Chandelier Shine, and his father was a humble builder who went by the name of Smooth Slate, both of them were highly talented at their jobs and were able to live in a modest home, never short on anything. Eventually they had their child, named Lensblot due to his liking of getting in front of camera pictures, even from a young age, the young colt being a big hit at the hotel, with returning guests adoring the happy and clumsy nature of Chandelier's child. This however caused one main problem. It led to him noticing that, although his parents worked incredibly hard to maintain their modest living, there were some tourists who seemed to just lie their way through life and end up far richer than both of his parents combined, and it was with this gripped interest that he sat in the lobby with his mother, ignoring her lectures on the best ways to work hard and please your employers, and instead kept his ears trained upon the social elite, slowly learning each and every trick in the slacker's handbook. Eventually there wasn't a shortcut that this colt didn't know, ones which led him to many a 'me day' and far less days for anypony else. Until of course the day he earned his cutie mark. He rode the congratulation wave as far as it could go with gifts and parties for getting his cutie mark, and then started noticing that every time he tried to have a day to himself, something out of his control led to him being dragged along for some kind of adventure. It used to be that he was unwilling for the entire duration of these quests, however he eventually realised that this was out of his control anyway, and so after initial surprise of each journey, he would settle into the role needed of him so that he could get it over with sooner and get back to doing nothing. After a while he decided the best thing to do would be to open up a private investigation business, looking for a location that seemed moderately cheap, but also near a lot of places to relax he settled on the cheap areas of the Ground District in Los Pegasus, in a location where the constant noise would be enough to keep any other pony awake all night, however due to his upbringing, the noise was part of his natural melody, and the cut in price certainly didn't sting either, and so with that he set up his business, running little investigative odd jobs and celebrating in the hustle and bustle of Los Pegasus in his days off, almost always ending up in him being dragged into the next adventure. Character Personality: Lens may come off as shallow and a bit of an egotist, however that is mostly just byproducts of his laid back nature and short cut mentality, not letting anything get him riled up too much as anger just leads to unfortunate adventures, and he has enough of those. He is rather fond of ponies that do not fuss over the smallest details, as if he hasn't noticed them, then to him they are not worth noticing, he also enjoys a base level of sound in his life, reminding him of home and his family. Being a social lunatic, Lens will quite often enjoy making friends with his clients and ponies out on the street, especially if they are on the way to a shop or arcade as well, gaining a following of gambling partners. However he despises those who do get away with fame for no reason, as even though it is the goal he aims for, he notices the universe making him work hard to get to where he is, and acknowledges that irony with a great deal of bitterness, apart from that the only things that annoy him are criminals, as they waste their chances of success, and he has a very strange distrust of ponies who eat avocados whilst walking down the street. Apart from that, his main biggest fear is when he will be dragged into his next adventure, knowing it is never an if, but rather a when. Character Summary: Lensblot is a unicorn with dreams of success without work, but with an unfortunate reality of life pulling him by the tail into many a situation where he does not want to be in, causing him to end up working even harder than he would if he just decided to work normally instead of trying short cuts. He acknowledges this irony, however also knows that the same thing happens when he tries working normally, so just tries his condensed method of work in the hopes of getting some days to himself in among the unscheduled adventures.
  12. Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Tempest Shadow (birth name is Fizzlepop Berrytwist.) Sex: Female Age: Mare Species: Unicorn Eye colour: Blueish green Coat: Violet/purple Mane/Tail: Fuchsia, mane is in a longish mohawk, tail is mid-length. Physique: Tempest stands taller than Twilight Sparkle, but is shorter than Celestia. She is physically fit, strong and is more powerful than she may seem at first from looks alone. She has a scar over her right eye with her most dominant feature being her broken horn that left her with just a sharp jagged stump of a horn. Residence: Canterlot (formerly), spent much of her life as a wanderer before joining the Storm King's Army. With the defeat of the Storm King she has taken to wandering again in search of someplace where she can truly call home again. Occupation: Formerly the most trusted commander of the Storm King. Currently she has no occupation. Cutie Mark: two explosive blasts of magic mark her flank like fireworks similar to an upside down cherry. Unique Traits: The most obvious trait of Tempest is her broken horn. Yet she is powerfully gifted with magic and even with a broken stub of a horn she can unleash powerful, but unstable magic. But it does heavily restrict what she can do with her magic due to how unstable it is. Spells that need care and finesse are outside of her ability to control, regardless of the power she wields. As for strong as she is in magic, she can never do most of the spells unicorns take for granted. History: Fizzlepop Berrytwist was just another unicorn born on the outskirts of Canterlot to a modest family and home. She made friends, got along with others and was generally a happy filly. Her two best friends were the unicorns Spring Rain and Glitter Drops, fillyhood friends she played with and trusted. But her nice and ordinary life soon came to an end. When playing a game of ball with her best friends outside the more beaten paths around home they lost the ball in a cave. Too young to look at or care for the warnings marking it as unsafe, Spring Rain and Glitter Drops were too scared of the darkness and sent Fizzlepop alone to retrieve the ball. Brave, but young and naive she ventured deep into the cave in search of the ball and eventually came across it. But she was not alone as the ball had found its way into the den of an Ursa Minor. Enraged at the invasion of it’s home the Ursa Minor attacked the small filly. Fizzlepop had no hope against such a monster and was lucky to escape with her life at all. But the attack permanently scarred Fizzlepop, both mentally and physically. Her horn was broken beyond all hope of healing, she was lucky enough to keep her right eye on account of the expedient help she had gotten after the crisis. The effect this had on her life was far reaching and forever changed it in one horrific moment. The young of many races can often be heartless and evil without fully understanding how their remarks and actions hurt others. This was extremely true for Fizzlepop’s closest friends. Her scarred face and broken horn along with the loss of magic made her an outcast to other fillies and colts as the majority of them in and around Canterlot were unicorns. Lacking magic that worked like other fillies, and was often scary, unpredictable and dangerous, the fillies and colts around her pushed her away, shunning her for being as different as she was. Soon Fizzlepop was utterly alone, picked on or feared, even by her closest friends. Even the parents of other families grew spiteful and often took their foals away when she showed up at a playground to keep them safe. Angry, upset and not fully healed mentally or physically, the distressed filly did the one thing all parents fear, she ran away from home. Not even with a cutie mark on her flank, Fizzlepop packed what she could one night and left her home and family. It was hard, brutal and a testament to her power deep inside she survived. As the years moved on she saw many parts of Equestria, from the frozen lands of the north to the blistering heat of the western frontier. She saw more of Equestria than many ever dreamed of seeing and took on many a fake name and moniker as she ventured through the land. Along the way she developed and grew. A loner with no trust of others, she never stayed long to make friends or get to know others. They were all more or less, faces in a sea of many she has seen as she saw that Equestria was not all that one would be led to believe. She saw the flaunted wealth of the rich and the hopelessness of the poor. Acts of kindness alongside lawless crime. She learned the world was unforgiving, mean and often the only thing that can truly save you was yourself. It was during this time she trained herself to master her magic as best she could. Without teachers her magic was raw, wild and untamed, much like her it was forged alone and without help. During this training she gained her cutie mark, two explosive blasts of magic marked her flank like fireworks similar to an upside down cherry. A humorous mark, given her birth name of Fizzlepop and one she hated. She was a broken unicorn and her magic was a shadow of what it may have been. Fireworks are petty things, used to amuse foals and ‘wow’ the gullible masses and seeing a mark that looked similar to such a thing insulted her. She was not just some show to point at and mock, she dreamed of being so much more. Something she can only be with a fixed horn. It was not too long after this event she she stumbled on a crashed airship and within it’s broken remains she found a magic item known as the “Misfortune Malachite” and soon after she encounters the first troops and servants of the Storm King. choosing to keep the Misfortune Malachite for herself she evaded them for a time even with the Storm King’s best servants on her tail. This game of cat and mouse came to it’s end in the north when the Storm King himself finally managed to trap her after she nearly avoided him again. Her skill, tenacity and unflinching determination impressed him. In need of a servant of her skills and power he made her an offer to join his ranks. After a short exchanging of demands it was settled, she’d be given the rank of commander and lead his army to conquer more lands but most of all, conquer Equestria. In return he promised to heal her horn upon completing her part in taking over Equestria. Agreeing to join him she took on the name ‘Tempest Shadow’. Gifted with an airship all her own, an army and more she started working on her plan. No easy feat as she knew she had to win in one blow or the power of the alicorn princess and heroes of Equestria may best her if given time to form a coherent response to her invasion. During her planning she tested her new found power of command and took part in skirmishes with other lands and wars of conquest in search of the tools she needed. In time she slowly pieced together what she needed as she learned more about the princess and an upcoming holiday in honor of one named Twilight Sparkle. Seeing this as an excellent time to strike with all four in one place and all the tools she needed at the ready, she waited for the day to arrive. When the day arrived, so did Tempest, a changed mare from the filly that ran away from the city years ago she was clad in black steel with the respect and fear of her troops. Her weapons were ready, her plan was ready and the pieces of the puzzle unknowingly moved into place for her. The strike was fast, calculated and planned. The four alicorn princesses did just as she hoped and came up front as if they were going to defend the city alone. Something she knew they had the power to do as her airships and troops were nothing to the power of four alicorn princesses. But they were blind and walked into her trap, as if they wanted it to happen. In one fast blow three were defeated before they fully understood what they were facing. The plan was perfect and executed without fail… until the last alicorn. Saved by an onlooker and helped by some pesky friends, the last alicorn managed to get away. Understandably upset she intrusted her second in command to fix this as she lead her army in conquering the city and beating the royal guards that were flooding out to stop her. Like she predicted they were utterly worthless and few escaped the city that did have fast wings or happen to be a rich unicorn with a impressive bodyguard that beat her way out of the city with him along for the ride. But some rich prince with no real power was not worth wasting her soldiers on tracking down as she learned from her second in command that he failed her. Taking him with her she entrusted the city to her army and took a small force with her to follow after the last alicorn. Hot on the tail of the last alicorn she was never far behind, the alicorn and her friends only just barely slipped out of her clutches a few times. But with her deadline drawing near, Tempest pushed ever harder like a wolf on the hunt of injured prey, and with one well timed leap for the neck she trapped the last alicorn alone. Something she found all too funny as the alicorn of friendship was alone and with none now. Taking her back to Canterlot she had time to talk to this last alicorn and shared time speaking about why she had done what she has. Tempest found Twilight funny and blind to how the world truly works and dismissed her as nothing more than as foolish as the rest of ponykind. Canterlot was hers and all four alicorns were as well. Equestria was beaten even if the rest of it was not fully aware of it yet. The Storm King will have all the power he can hope for and will easy put the rest of Equestria to heel. Everything he wanted was presented before him like a fine dinner on golden plates and Tempest tasted her victory in the air. Her horn will be fixed, she had an army, power and more. Maybe he will entrust her with all of Equestria itself as he never was one for such things. He wanted the power, not the boring part of running a kingdom. Yet he did nothing to fix her horn, putting it off more and more as they celebrated. At first she let him enjoy his power, his victory she delivered to him. But soon she grew more desperate, begging him to fix it now. The years she spent wanting it fixed was here. She won, she won her horn and wanted it more than ever as her prize was hers to be had. Only for her victory to be shattered by his betraying of her one true wish. He no longer needed her. She was a tool, a pawn, a means to an end, used and now being tossed to the side. Shocked that he’d do this after all she has done, she was dumbfounded and just watched him summon up a powerful storm and tornado. The tornado's winds were too strong and she was pulled away and only just managed to get one hoof on the railing of the balcony overlooking the city. With her grip slipping Tempest watched her life flash before her eyes, this was going to be it. She was to be broken against some buildings or rocks inside the tornado or tossed out of the city and fall to her doom. Yet the one she hunted down, trapped and viewed as foolish rushed over to save her. Where the Storm King did not care one moment as she slipped closer to being pulled away in to winds it was last Alicorn, Twilight, that saved her and pulled her back to safety. This act of kindness stumped Tempest. Twilight had no reason to save her let alone offer help at all. In fact Twilight had plenty of reasons to hate her. Yet, Twilight saved her. This went against everything Tempest knew and believed in. This... selfless act to save somepony not worth saving permanently forced something to change inside of Tempest as she watched the battle go down between Twilight and the Storm King. While one battle raged another one was going on inside of Tempest as she struggled to find her place. Finally, when it was all over she watched Twilight and her friends all together… As friends. Together they beat her… They beat the Storm King and only when divided did she manage to even get Twilight. They were the winners here and it was all due to them working together As friends, not alone. But in that moment of victory the Storm King had not yet been beaten and had what he needed to pull a clutch comeback against Twilight in his hand. Tempest looked deep inside of herself and knew what she had to do. Rushing out, she jumped over Twilight and her friends all moved to defend Twilight from her, they were clueless of the real danger just behind them as she made contact with contained stone spell. It activated over her, the magic tuning her body to black stone as she crashed into the Storm King. The spell transferred over to him as well, turning both into black flint like stone as they fell. But once again it was Twilight that saved Tempests life. Catching the stoned Tempest mid air using the staff, she placed Tempest gently back down and using the tremendous power inside of it, reversed the stone spell freeing Tempest. The day that followed seemed like a blur to Tempest, not due to speed, but all that was happening inside of her head. Well Twilight offered friendship, an offer Tempest took. She was a conflicted mare no closer to her dream but forever changed in ways she hoped… maybe for the better. But Canterlot was not a place she can stay as she had done too much harm to it and worse, it was the home of her family. Something she dared not see face to face if they still lived there. So before the party was fully over she said her goodbyes and parted ways. Promising to send letters to Twilight about how she was doing and “friendship reports” for whatever reason. But with nothing left, no army, no rank, nothing, just like days of old she took to a road leaving Canterlot in search of a way to fix her horn or to discover her true calling in life and be happy. It’s as if she had been given a second chance and this time she hoped the outcome would be much better. Character Personality: The events following the end of the Storm King changed Tempests personality in many ways, but one can only ever change so much. Her horn remains something she is very obsessive over and even after all that happened, something she dreams of fixing. She is more open to the help of others now and ‘friendship’, but years of being so untrusting of others and alone has left her extremely socially awkward and slow to reach out to others or believe them. As such she can sometimes be difficult to talk to as she is just use to keeping her past and a lot about herself secret. But with the door open she is trying to open up to others more and try to reach out and make a friend or two. But she can be easily overwhelmed by socially gifted ponies that ask too many things too fast. As such she prefers more slow social interactions with her giving up details over the course of a longer timeframe. But for all the good changes, many dark holdovers stay deep inside of her. She misses her rank of commander and leading an army. she felt like she mattered and was respected and most of all she felt powerful. She had a place in the world and power over it, and with all of it gone, she was just a lone broken unicorn with nothing. As such she had a hard time shaking off the feeling of being powerless and defeated, years of work and she was in the same place she started years ago. Character Summary: Tempests was for a time, commander of the Storm King's armies. But with his fall she finds herself back where she started many years ago. Hoping to change for the better she is open to trying to make friends, as she knows even if twilight calls her one, she’d never fit in fully with the rest. So she has taken to the open road, searching for a way to fix her horn and maybe make some friends she can trust along the way.
  13. Wynken [Ready]

    Roleplay Type: WoEName: Wynken (Vanish Veil)Age: MareSpecies: UnicornEye colour: IndigoCoat: Dark grey, almost blackMane/Tail: Short, fluffy teal greenPhysique: Average-to-thinResidence: NomadicOccupation: ThiefCutie Mark: A splotch of dark indigo disappearing ink Wynken earned her Cutie Mark after a classmate in magic kindergarten switched her writing ink with disappearing ink. Wynken was so embarrassed, her emotional magical surge caused her to disappear, too! At first, being invisible was scary, but when Wynken used her newfound ability to prank her classmate back, she realized how useful and fun it could be. Unique Traits: Can turn completely invisible ("wink out") for up to two hours at a time. She requires at least a half hour to fully recharge this ability. She cannot make her clothes invisible, but if her hair/fur is dyed, she can work with that. It is possible for her to teleport and then become invisible, but she cannot do both at the same time. She can't do force fields, but she is a pretty fast runner with quick reflexes. History: Very little is known about the mysterious Wynken, and she prefers to keep it that way. Records show she was born in Hollow Shades, and is the child of lesser-known criminal Secret Veil. Wynken prefers not to interact with her father. Her mother, Thinly Veil, will attempt to write her letters, but only receives unsigned apology cards in return. She had two friends growing up (Fair Weather and Fly-by-night) who drifted apart from her and began to exclude her. Both of them confirm Wynken had difficulties at home, and became increasingly harder to communicate with as the years went by. Wynken was a very confident, talkative filly, who loved racing paper boats and playing ball. She was also an avid storyteller, and her friends used to love listening to her stories beneath blanket forts at sleepovers. Her demeanor changed when her father temporarily returned home from prison. Wynken began stealing toys, snacks, and books as an older filly. As a mare, she moved onto "bigger projects," such as the school bell, museum pieces, and expensive jewelry. She often had two accomplices: Blynken (Red Toadstool), a unicorn stallion who could teleport himself and small objects instantly without causing a magical flash. However, he could only do this for short distances, and became exhausted quickly. He was captured during a high-speed chase in a street market in Canterlot. Nod (Sleepy Feathers), a pegasus stallion who created a potent sleeping powder, and a corresponding immunity potion. A permanently twisted wing made him unable to fly, and he was not very athletic. He was arrested for trying to buy oats with counterfeit money. Depending on the RP, Wynken is either a thief still at large, or is released from prison as a last resort to help adventurers on an important quest. Wynken's goals for the future include trying exotic foods, pranking stuck-up noble ponies, stealing from a dragon's hoard, and one day, settling down in a big house where she can raise a hundred cats and dogs. Until then, she wants to continue being a thief for as long as she can. She believes she isn't good at anything else, plus she enjoys the adrenaline rush. Character Personality: Wynken is an absolute hedonistic thrill-seeker, but is also clever and calculating. Despite being a thief, she has her own moral code; never steal from a foal, never steal a beloved pet, and never cause any real harm to anypony. She also expresses great disdain for hypocrites, and anyone who breaks important promises. Wynken is fiercely independent, and believes respect should be earned. It's very difficult to get through her tough outer shell. She's constantly looking for opportunities to trick, steal, and serve her own needs. She tends to only think of others if it benefits her somehow. Her weakness is cats and dogs, and the occasional pet python. She is also motherly and protective towards foals. Other ponies have described her as sneaky, scruffy, conniving, aloof, and eerily quiet. She secretly still loves paper boats. Character Summary: Unicorn thief who can turn invisible for up to 2 hours. Would make an excellent villain, antihero, or untrustworthy ally. Good for D&D-style RP and big adventures.
  14. Rosy Stiches

    Name: Rosy Stiches Gender: female Age: young mare Species: unicorn Eye colour: blue Character colour: Dark green Mane/Tail/Other: medium length dark brown mane and tail Other: she wears a bucket on her head to protect her horn Physique: thin build, do to a genetic defect her horn developed upside down and fused with her skull leaving the horns riot exposed. As a result, any spells she casts affect her as well Residence: Manehatten Occupation: she works as a healer in a free clinic located in an ally behind a fancy restaurant in Manehatten Cutie Mark: a stitched together heart Unique Traits: the only spell she can safely cast is the healing spell that gave her her talent which sends her into a relaxed, trans-like state, and requires her to remove the bucket from her head exposing her vulnerable ingrown horn. If anything damages her horn during this time she would loose the ability to use magic History: the daughter of a dish washer and a doctor, Rosy’s father left her mother for another mare leaving his old medical textbooks behind. Unable to afford the correctional surgery for her daughters disability Rosy grew up unable to perform the simplest of levitation spells. Do to her mother’s meager earnings Rosy never attended school and instead taught herself to read via her fathers old medical texts. This was where she learned the comfort healing spell which was designed to calm individuals suffering from intense physical trauma while slowly healing the injury. One day her mom cut herself badly on one of the knives she was washing. Rosy quickly rested her forehead against the wound and focused on the injury like the book instructed, she felt her body relax as her mother’s pained breathing slowed down and the injury knitted itself back together. Character Personality: calm, quiet and all ways eager to help those in need regardless of who or what they are. Character Summary: she is a young mare who is determined to make life better one life at a time. She believes that saving lives is payment enough and that everyone deserves medical treatment no matter what.
  15. Shine Runner [Ready]

    Roleplay Type: WoE {I can do para, but I struggle with it. I usually do a few sentences at a time. It helps if I know when my turn is. I like D&D. Please no sexy or romantic RP, although I would like her to have a close BFF relationship like Lyra and Bonbon.}Name: Shine RunnerAge: MareSpecies: Unicorn - her magic colour is goldEye colour: Dark Mint GreenCoat: Brilliant Mulberry (Purple)Mane/Tail: Cyan and pink, fluffy mohawk and short wavy tailPhysique: AverageResidence: CanterlotOccupation: Interior designer (night clubs, resorts, arcades, roller rinks, etc.)Cutie Mark: Gold Disco Ball (surrounded by one large pink sparkle and one small blue sparkle) Shine Runner got her Cutie Mark when she turned a dull silver disco ball into a rich gold one at her junior prom. Because of her colour-changing spell, the room was filled with warm, shining light that finished setting the mood for the Celestia's Sun-themed dance. From then on, she knew her destiny was "creating an atmosphere of inspiration and imagination" wherever she could.Unique Traits: Almost always wears hoop or pompom earrings and eye shadow. Sometimes she wears fancy feather eyelashes and a punk rocker or swanky party outfit. She usually wears a sparkly tuxedo instead of a dress at formal events. Her magic isn't that great, aside from changing the colours of inanimate objects and summoning party supplies from her house. It's very hard for her to teleport or use force fields, unless she's in a state of abject terror. If she's sad or feeling less than confident, she can't perform any spell besides levitation. History: Born in Las Pegasus. Traveled all over Equestria with her salespony parents during childhood. Her parents are retired and live in Las Pegasus with their pink poodle, Peppy. Shine Runner had a pleasant childhood, and is on good terms with her parents. Shine doesn't visit them very often, but frequently sends and receives mail. She also has a cousin named Squeaky Clean, who was her childhood best friend and pen pal. Even though they are very different, they like to visit each other. Squeaky Clean provided the emotional support her cousin needed to get through design school. Right now, Shine Runner leads a fairly fulfilling life doing what she loves; designing fun spaces for fun places. She also has various enjoyable hobbies, such as tarot reading, bottle collecting, indoor gardening, running in marathons, and stand-up comedy. Still, she would like to have a close best friend, and to be recognized and admired by some fans. One day, she hopes to open up a "disco carnival castle" somewhere in Canterlot, Las Pegasus, or any town that could use some "livening up." She would also like to have a companion pet, such as an enfield or black cat, to travel with her. Character Personality: Because of her style, poise, and tastes, Shine Runner is easily mistaken for somepony who is stuck-up and snooty, or rough and rowdy. Though she is both glamorous and tomboyish, her main trait is her hospitable nature. She values comfort, fun, and kindness above all else. Even so, she tends to be very snarky when she's annoyed, and can easily step on somepony's feelings if she's not careful. Her self-assured attitude can also come off as arrogant, especially when her fast-talking charm backfires. Shine Runner has a phobia of bears, geese; if there were such a thing as a goosebear, that would be her worst nightmare. Though she's not the fastest, she enjoys the feeling of wind in her mane. Roller coasters delight her! She likes to eat dim sum (dumplings), pesto, jam toast, popcorn, plums, and smoothies. Her favourite cake is limoncello cream. Her favourite cookie is tied between gingerbread and oatmeal vanilla sandwich. Her favourite ice cream is birthday cake (cake batter with rainbow sprinkles) She does not like raisins, red apples, apricots, spicy foods, nuts, or chocolate ice cream. Her favourite music is disco, and her favourite band of all time is Draft Punk. She would be embarrassed if somepony caught her reading one of her favourite books: -Ellie Elevator and Doris the Dragon (because it's for foals) -What Sugar Lace Forgot (because it's a mystery romance) -The Florist and the Flutist (because it's a sappy love story) Stallions may find her attractive, but their advances will always be shot down with some level of sass (unless she can weasel her way into getting something out of them.) Secretly, she prefers the company of mares, but isn't about to tie herself down just yet. She prefers to remain mysterious and unattainable (or single and content.) Character Summary: Purple disco punk unicorn who does interior design. Total extrovert. Would make a great gameshow host.
  16. Cleo Steadyhoof

    Name: Cleo Steadyhoof Gender: Female Age: mare Species: unicorn Eye colour: brown Character colour: blue Mane/Tail/Other: medium length brown mane and tail Other: she wears a dark blue vest Physique: medium build lean muscle being a magic user she isn’t very strong. Residence: Manehatten Occupation: she doesn’t really have a job. She is a bit of a thief though that’s not by choice. Cutie Mark: lock and lock pick Unique Traits: her talent also extends to her being able to temporarily clot blood as well as lock up muscles though her horn needs to be in contact with the area before that can happen. Given the rp she may also have the ability to create illusions capable of affecting all five senses. History: Born in Manehatten to a rather gifted surgeon and a lawyer she found herself having to ditch her dreams of becoming a locksmith to take up a life of crime in order to pay back her fathers ever growing gambling debts. She is still looking for a way to get him the help he needs but first she must try to get the mob off their back. Character Personality: cautious, slightly paranoid when it comes to those from Manehatten, cares about the safety of others more then her own. Character Summary: she’s basically a reluctant thief, she wants to make friends but at the same time is afraid of getting to attached because she doesn’t want to drag others into her dangerous life.
  17. Princess Mane Test

    From the album OC Art

    I seem to be getting a lot of inspiration from random snippets of Discord conversation, nowadays... The topic of princess manes came up in a channel (you know, flowing, magical mystical type manes that Celestia and Luna have) and I got curious about trying to design one myself. Not on a princess, just on a regular pony. Wanted to differentiate it from Celestia and Luna's style, but it was surprisingly difficult to come up with a unique design. Because, well...how many ways can you do ethereal, perpetually flowing hair that doesn't end up flowing in gentle waves? Something fiery that sticks straight upwards I suppose, but I wanted princess-y. Ended up with this design that I really like - the idea is the the top portion of her hair is sort of wrapped around towards the outside while the inside, flowing parts come forward. Not super important, but that was the idea behind it. I like how it turned out - another on the list for that theoretical adoption thing that I always mention but never get around to making, because lazy.
  18. From the album OC Art

    I'd always wanted to draw a MLP-style european unicorn, because I've always liked the look of them (deer-like, lion's tail, etc). Plus, a discussion in one of the Discord's chatrooms got me wondering if I could manage to color "oil spill" hair, which is basically a color palette meant to mimic an oil spill. Those two ideas eventually led me to sketch and then color out this design. Killing two birds with one creative stone! Overall I like how she came out, especially considering I was kind of experimenting with both the bodily design and the color design. She might end up on that theoretical list of OCs for adoption that I've always meant to put up, since I have no immediate ideas or plans for her. On the other hand, I do like how she turned out, so I might end up apping herself. For...something or other, I'm sure.
  19. Bevel... Again.

    From the album The Character Corner (Color!)

    Did another bevel avatar, might use this one soon.
  20. Aegis Ura (Ready)

    Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Aegis Ura Sex: Female Age: Mare Species: Unicorn Eye colour: Golden yellow Coat: White Mane/Tail: Dark grey Physique: Fit body built up from traveling, but more willowy and tall as well. Yet perhaps not as strong as many, given her focus more on scholarly pursuits or the social aspect of her employ. Residence: Neighpon Occupation: Gaikoku Bugyō (Ambassador) Cutie Mark: A golden wheel with two black half circles on either side and two additional wavy lines, a symbol related to the gold crafting taught to her but connected to her talent of finding beauty where it is not expected.* Unique Traits: Wears a decorative gold piece of jewelry which fits fully over her horn, giving the initial impression by some that her horn is gold. Her legs are stripped, if faded and not as distinct, revealing zebra ancestry. Speaks her native language fluently, yet with a certain exotic quality that some may pick up on. Gifted singer with a beautiful voice, as well skilled in jewelry making and gold craft. History: Born to father native of Neighpon, yet her mother a native of Equestria. Notably, that of Los Pegasus, with the two meeting by chance as her father was traveling there on invitation during his stay in Equestria for diplomatic discussions. Princess Celestia being unavailable for a couple of days, so the offer for him to enjoy himself. He met an mare there whose zebra father ran a jewelry and gold making shop, passed down many generations. They came to get to know each other in his time at Los Pegasus and he offered for the mare to go with him to visit Neighpon. For the mare to see his homeland as he had over the years gotten to know hers, and with her father's permission she agreed before falling in love with Neighpon. Choosing to move there permanently, they were eventually married. The mare took the time needed to learn of Neighpon's culture, while also setting of a shop much like her fathers while adapting the designs of the jewelry and gold crafts mixed with the styles of her new home. These crafts and jewelry becoming quite well known, though she had to find one take over many of the responsibilities of her profession on becoming heavy with foal. Once born, and seeing that she was a filly, they agreed on the name Aegis Ura though the name wasn't that of Neighpon but of the mother's homeland of Equestria. The filly will grow, often getting into trouble but eventually coming to learn the proper behavior expected of a mare. She took to reading, and history, both of where she was born as well that of her mothers. She even learned of her grandfather and of his more Egyptian heritage. From her father, she came to learn more of his own work as the Gaikoku Bugyō of the Shogun. She would gain her cutiemark, in fixing and shining up a broken old heirloom the owner didn't see beauty in. Yet, more then that, in explaining its significance and history, in offering that which they didn't know about their ancestor connected to it. Later, Aegis also discovered she had a natural gift for singing and melody with a voice that surprised many in her youth. Aegis would learn many languages, even singing for guests of her father in their native tongue. Yet the path she wished to follow was that of her father's hoofsteps, seeking to become the Gaikoku Bugyō, and would pursue the education that best helped prepare her for such as well working in the Office of the Ambassador. She placed herself in social situations, first observing and then learning by the example of her father. Yet Aegis also found that her calm and friendliness, even a disarming playfulness, actually worked better than simply mimicking her father's way of doing things. The mare will get a job at the Office of the Ambassador, which gave her the experience required. Once the time was right, and she had served for four years in the Office, it was with her father's recommendation that she was chosen by the senior members within the Office that she'd take his place once he was no longer able to fulfill the duties of his position. Thus Aegis came to work hard to prove herself, going to events and spectacle that called upon her attendance or meeting with those that came to Neighpon. Yet placing such on hold to mourn the passing of her father once his age overcame him. She, along with so many others, paid the stallion the respect and honor he deserved for his services with even the previous Shogun and her son there personally to pay his respects. The mare making sure to be by her mother's side and once the day had passed continued on the path she had chosen, perhaps a bit more sober and serious as time went on. Yet it seems she would not be the only one to suffer the passing of a beloved parent, with the passing Shogun and the disappearance of Ryuichi in his grief, his return from the Forest of the Forsaken bringing much relief to his council counting Aegis herself. That, given her own youth, being one the first to accept the new Shogun despite his age with a smile and bow of respect. Character Personality: Able to be serious, yet cheerful as well as she kept firm control of the situations she finds herself in or at least of herself. Dedicated to her duties, especially in figuring out diplomatic solutions to a problem so as to avoid conflict. She has a love of learning and of history, of music and of song, not only of her beloved Neighpon but that of other nations as well. Understands that to best handle a situation one needs to know or figure out those involved within it. Yet with this Aegis may be unable to react quickly or properly to sudden changes in such. With a likable manner that many will find charming, a cunning yet unassuming way with words which disarms, as well a calming presence that allows for even the hottest of tempers or stubborn of figures to be reasoned with or brought to consider what is said. This allowing her to better fulfill her responsibilities as the Ambassador to the Shogun, keeping things running smoothly with her homeland and other nations no matter the challenges though that doesn't mean it will always be easy. Character Summary: Aegis Ura is the Gaikoku Bugyō of Neighpon, having served in the Office of Ambassador for many years, her father marrying a mare from Equestria before both settled in the Land of the Rising Sun. A skill diplomat, with much personal charm and amiability which hides how cunning she can be in fulfilling her duties. Generally quite polite and well mannered, she can offer witty replies when the need arises. She is loyal to her Shogun, and not one shirk on her duties though she does spend a lot of time with her muzzle in a book. *For the cutiemark, I completely forgot what it was supposed to be, just remembering it was related to her family's skill in gold crafting and jewelry making. I did my best in describing what the cutiemark is supposed to be, and I ask that you forgive me for not offering more. I will try to contact the one I adopted the OC from to remind me on that detail.
  21. Grace Délicatesse [Ready]

    Art by ButteredRoses Roleplay Type: WoE Name: Grace Délicatesse Sex: Female Age: Mare Species: Unicorn Eye colour: Blue Coat: Gray Mane/Tail: Blonde Physique: Lean athletic build. Residence: Canterlot Occupation: Controls a nearly powerless subsidiary within her family's trading company. Cutie Mark: Scale with coins. Discovered during her studies into business management. Unique Traits: Skilled actress, well traveled, multilingual, good with money, can accurately assess the value of something brought before her, enjoys fencing and enters saber sparring competitions for sport, History: Grace was born into the upper echelons of Canterlot society as the only daughter of a rather distant and unfeeling pair of ponies focused on power and status above all else. Before her birth her parents successfully seized control of most major assets being contributed to a supposedly temporary syndicate of several different companies focused primarily on a sudden rush of imported spices and exotic goods from outside of Equestria. The means by which the takeover had come to pass is buried somewhere beneath mountains of paperwork written in particularly difficult legalese with hidden clauses and loopholes plentiful enough to satisfy a circus acrobat team. The soon to follow folding of the victim companies, acquisition of their remaining assets and fates of some involved did little to deflect questions and accusations regarding the overall ethicality of it all and to this day continues to be an occasional topic of discussion for old rich ponies with nothing else to do. These events left Grace’s family with a near monopoly over most of Equestria’s exotic imports, the crown needing to step in some years later to limit their influence and cut back on their dominance over the market. Regardless, her family was still left as one of the wealthiest in the country and it wasn’t uncommon to see one of her relatives in courts across the land making friends and, more importantly, deals. “Money can’t buy happiness” is one of the first things Grace learned in her early life, it also being one of the few things she remembered clearly hearing from her mother in the short time she knew her. She doesn’t remember her terribly well due to her dying when she was still young from an illness she contracted suddenly during a trip abroad and succumbed to shortly after returning home, but the other memories she has, while brief and sparse, were not ones she considered fond. Days spent being ignored in favor of things deemed more important like meetings and letters scribbled out and addressed to the buyers of the most recent craze involving Griffon artwork or discovered artefacts that collectors from all four corners were willing to sell their families for. The only times she did earn her mother’s attention was when her overworked live-in nannies quit or were fired forcing her to be brought along to wherever her parents were going next, usually dooming her to a boring stretch of time spent in their rented rooms with a personal guard simply waiting to go home. She doesn’t think about her mother today, but she did however still cry when she passed. She can’t remember if it happened more than once, but she can remember that her father did the same. It remains the only time she’s ever seen him shed tears. Affluent Enterprise, Grace’s father, wasn’t known for his softer side. Evidence that it even existed was scarce and considered similar to sightings of mythological beasts. Normally the only emotions anyone ever saw in him was a subtle simmering anger when displeased or a hungry and almost unsettling joy when things went according to plan. It was in the eyes mostly, those windows Affluent could never fully close allowing a peek behind the mask of professionalism he always wore. Grace was rather annoyed to realize she’d inherited these same eyes when she suffered comments over it during one of her careers earliest accomplishments. Way she saw it, they may as well have compared her to a shark that smelled blood in the water. No, Affluent wasn’t known for his compassion or empathy, this holding true even when he was forced to be the only remaining guardian of Grace. To call him a parent would be beyond generous as it was clear early on that he desired not a daughter but instead an heir to what he’d built. Grace grew up with no cherished memories of her father playing with her upon returning home from work, no trips to the fields outside of the city purely for the fun of it and no warm parties where the sole purpose of which was their familial bond. That wasn’t her purpose. Not to him at least. She was meant only to be a continuation of him, a piece that would live on even after his own death. It would be his blood that he would vicariously rule over his fortune and power through when he grew old and it would be his lineage that would be regarded with reverence, his genes the code for success as it carried into the future. To this end, Grace only became useful to him when she grew old enough to begin her studies in full. Her personal tutors were instructed to work over-time in introducing Grace to every facet of finance and trading as well as making sure that proper etiquette and manners become second nature. She took to this quickly and easily as she displayed a remarkable aptitude for business related subjects, the irritated apple having not fallen far from the tree it seemed as her special talent would eventually be revealed to fall in line with that of most of her relatives. The more colorful subjects she was made to master were a bit more tasking however. Acting, wordplay, different languages, personal grooming and fashion, manipulation, lying, cheating, coercing, intimidating, harming, the gamete grew darker the further along she progressed with her training to use weapons in her mid to late teen years. It didn’t surprise her that things had shifted in such a way. The older she got the less naïve she became as to why her family always seemed to have an upper hand in every situation they were dealing in, and it failed to surprise her when she neared adulthood and was being told how to pinpoint the softest part of someone’s back. What did surprise her was just how good she became. Working in business came easy to her, but getting what she wanted out of a deal was almost child’s play after a few years of practice. The way she saw it, people are basically a series of emotional responses that can be easily predicted if you can get an early enough read on someone’s personality. The subtle cues, the tells for when they lie, the sweat that builds when their nervous, the momentary hesitation when presented with an altered deal, the crack in their voice when they respond to an ultimatum. It was almost fun finding these. Sort of like a photographer waiting for just the right moment to snap a picture and capture a moment, Grace waited for just the right moment to strike and end a career. Her skill was indeed impressive, and the moment of victory was pleasant, but it brought no long-term joy for the mare even after proving herself over years of service within Fae Exotiques, the company her father so cherished. Despite a lifetime of being taught differently, Grace still couldn’t help but feel that twinge of guilt, that brief stabbing pain of regret when she allowed herself a moment to assess the damage she’d caused. There are people out there of many races she’d ruined by this point, and what exactly had she gained to show for it? Whatever spoils weren’t strictly monetary were simply absorbed by her Fae Exotiques, so what had she really gotten out of it? Money? Grace didn’t care about money. She’d lived with money her entire life, grown up in a large luxurious home, eaten the highest quality of imported delicacies, been treated to the fanciest of parties where she or someone she knew were a VIP and yet she’d always felt so… empty. All Grace could ever truly show for her work was the approval of her surviving parent and the accolades her extended family would shower her with at every get-together. Approval and accolades for taking when she already had so much. Grace began to find excuses for distancing herself from her family. Primarily she chose to take her self-defense training in using rapiers and cavalry sabers to a more professional level. She turned fencing and dueling into a hobby at which she excelled after many a session practicing against the best. Attending tournaments became a common part of Grace’s life with victories coming more and more frequently as the years rolled on. Travelling went hand in hand with this as she spent a couple of years hopping from place to place keeping up with the various circuits she would drop in and out of depending on what she was doing. She still worked of course, cutting all ties would only work against her desires of isolation and incur the wrath of her relatives, but it became less common for her to be seen in person and more common for her to be known as a name at the bottom of a page. It was only during the most important of occasions that Grace would come back home and deal with things herself and even then, it was only to keep up an appearance of being a part of the company. When Grace finally did return home for the long term it was with little fanfare. Indeed, most hadn’t even known she’d come back until an employee of their Canterlot headquarters caught sight of her enjoying a meal at one of her favorite cafés. She was then immediately contacted by her family and invited to a party they wanted to organize to welcome her back, this also being a perfect opportunity of course to consult her on Fae Exotiques most recent actions, but much to their surprise she refused. Grace expressed little interest in such an event and invited them to simply cut the crap and send her copies of the documents that would have been the real guests of honor for she was far too busy to dance around the issue. And what was she busy with? The funding and organizing of a local festival celebrating culture from both within and outside of the country complete with rare examples of genuine artefacts and antiques of which most would be donated to Canterlot’s museum upon the closing of the event. Her father was furious, though Grace was never able to decipher if it had been because of how he felt it was a waste of both her time and the company’s money as well as an amateurish misstep to not only fail to first consult with him about it but also use the company’s name without his knowledge, or if it was because the antiques donated were part of his own personal collection. Either way, Grace had never before needed to rely on her acting ability as she had when she kept herself from laughing in his face after his eruption of anger. She defended her actions as a PR stunt intended to warm relations and spark interest with potential buyers as well as bring the company name down from the upper rungs of society so that the common pony could hear it for once and see what good it could do, again improving their image. Really, though, she just wanted to screw with him and the rest of her family. What better way to mess with the greedy than to throw their money at the people they deemed beneath them? She was put on a tighter leash after the third time she’d done something like this, or at least as tight a leash as they could manage. She was restricted from using most of the company’s assets without first going through Affluent and her actions when operating within or in the interest of the company were watched more closely now. However, there was only so much they could do. When all was said and done Grace was proven to be a big earner, her words carried weight and her father’s ego ensured she remained the heir to the company regardless. Despite technically still working for Fae Exotiques, Grace manages her own slice of the wealth now by carrying out her own interests and brokering more specialized deals and trades to avoid trouble with her father and others while continuing to reinforce her personal influence and ties with her own clients. All in all, she felt it had been worth it to throw a few jabs at the one at the top to release some steam that had been whistling for a couple decades now. It was only intended to be a joke after all as it hadn’t truly harmed anyone but herself. Those things lost would be replaced, the money spent had been a mere drop siphoned from the sea, and the slap she was given fell on a numb wrist. She had expected as much. What Grace hadn’t expected to get out of these three occasions though was the simple enjoyment of having spent her time and money on something that didn’t purely benefit her family nor force anyone innocent into a truly victimized role. For the first time ever she’d done something that had helped others, a huge change of pace for the mare even if the intentions behind it had been antagonistic towards Affluent at first. Since then she’d looked for more excuses to indulge in what felt almost like a guilty pleasure and wondered what the possibilities could be for someone in her position. It made her uncomfortable to think it, but Grace liked what she’d been doing and wanted to do it more. She is not a good person, however. Once the daydreams fade away and reality returns she knows who she is, what she does, how she does it, and how good she is at it. She knows that no number of bleeding heart pursuits and generous detours will magically change this, that she won’t awake tomorrow a virtuous mare of the people heading a company of honest spice and exotics traders. Maybe someday, but not now, not while Fae Exotiques continues the way that it is and her family keeps in lock step with their mantra of greed being good, a mantra she still felt a disciplined adherence to herself. It would take time to break old habits and find solutions, but Grace isn’t going anywhere even with the growing disapproval of Affluent and his people. She’d find a way. Someday. Character Personality: Cold. Grace was raised to look out for herself and as a result is not a very nice person. She is very skilled in putting up a mask of welcoming warmth when around those she is trying to either win over or convince to do something for her, but the average pony in the street with whom she has no business would rarely ever even earn anything more than a passing glance that would often times be tinged with disgust. Grace can be very selfish and manipulative but, as she started to realize over the past few years, she does not enjoy these aspects of her own personality and is actively trying to improve her own outlook and behavior. As such it's no longer impossible for her to tolerate being engaged by another and, if the stars aligned, may even be willing to form a friendship. Under her harsh exterior is a mare, after all, and when more relaxed Grace can make for a wonderful conversation partner on many different topics. Grace also has issues in controlling her anger in the sense that she was taught and is willing to not only fight back against those that have wronged her but also pursue them until she is sufficiently satisfied with the damage inflicted. Character Summary: Grace is the only daughter of a very wealthy and powerful pony named Affluent Enterprise. Affluent is the primary owner of a business focused primarily on importing and trading spices and exotic goods. Grace was raised to be an heiress to this business and was educated and trained to have a strong understanding of both legit and illegitimate business practices including illegal means by which to secure an advantage when dealing with others. Despite her upbringing and personal enjoyment when she succeeds with these tactics, Grace wishes she could help others using her money and resources and has on occasion done so to satisfy her whimsies. She currently day dreams about turning the business around and making it something that can do some good in the world, this being something that often puts her at odds with her family. To sum her up in one sentence: Grace is a bad person that is trying to be better.
  22. The Night Courts of Canterlot were an unusual place indeed. These proceedings were more subdued, calm, and held a certain peacefulness that made Stormstride feel more at ease. Though given her escort, the minor noble was likely one of the few ponies feeling at ease. Nobility often had their own private honor guard, which was nothing new. What did appear to be new was the fact that Stormstride's Honor Guard were wearing armor made of a black, non-reflective metal, and adorned with antlers, horns, and what looked likes claws and fangs of dangerous and wild beasts. There were even a few dragon claws attached to the helm of what was her captain. They were quiet, but their faces were hidden behind full helmets, their full bodies covered in chainmail, furs, pelts, leathers, and plated armor that made them look like walking amalgamations of monstrous magically crafted metal golems and wild animals combined. Clashing with that was the mare herself, in a simple white satin toga and golden crown made in the shape of lightning. Maretonian nobility by style and design, and the way she carried herself as well denoted that same are that Maretonian Unicorns carried. The self importance and pompousness many of them had was there, but to a much less degree. The only thing about her that stood out as strange were the shoes on her hooves. One could see the gleaming silver metal, and the mounting screws driven into her hooves, permanently mounting those shoes to her. On her neck hung a simple silver charm, cast with the family crest of her house. The mare's emerald green eyes stood apart from her mottled gray and dark gray mane. The silvery streaks blending in her mane twisted with the dark rolling grays, creating the look that her mane, tail and coat were made of rolling storm clouds, and beset with two gems for eyes. The deep and long scars on her chest, left cheek, and left front leg were visible. This mare was no stranger to combat. However it seemed she came not to pick a fight. Instead when it was her turn to speak she came forward, produced a scroll with her credential and then spoke in a tone of both respect and dignity. "Your highness, Princess Luna. I have come before you to request your advice and assistance on a matter dear to my family and our home. As many here are aware, I, Stormstride Cloud am not within good standing within Equestria. That being said, I hope that that will not taint the request I wish to place before you. My daughter has..." She paused, to glance around as if checking to see who was watching before continuing. "My daughter has stopped dreaming. In fact she has not had a dream in many years. I have tried my own magic to help, and sought the help of others in my own lands. However, this is something that we can not understand, nor can we treat. This lack of dreams has brought my daughter a lot of anguish as of late. She is of the age she wants to attend a more focused school. Centering around her talent in cooking. She has several selected here in Equestria and a few in Maretonia. But she has become depressed because she is very different." Stormstride took a step closer, and spoke in a whisper, "Please. I know Your sister loaths ponies like myself, but do not hold it against a filly barely out of her foalhood years. She's already deaf. She shouldn't have to suffer this too." Despite the looks and jeers of a few of the Canterlot nobility that knew of Stormstride's reputation and her previous deeds or misdeeds as they would refer to them, the mare before Luna was sincere in her request. She did not make a show, but she was almost begging for help. This was in honesty a mother seeking help for their child. And so it seemed Stormstride had no other choice but to come to Equestria to seek help.
  23. Roleplay Type: WoE Name: Sombra Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Umbrum Unicorn Eye colour: Pony: Green pupil, white sclera Hybrid: Red pupil, green sclera Coat: Charcoal Grey Mane/Tail: Ink Black Physique: Muscular/Draft Pony Build Pony: When in his proper form the Umbrum king is larger than the average unicorn. His limbs are thicker and his face chiseled giving him a rugged, handsome visage: chin solid and head always held high. His mane is slicked back and held in place by his metal circlet which also acts like a guard for his horn and a helmet for his skull. Over his back he wears a red cape of velvet inlaid with white fur. He also wears a set of solid sabatons that cover up to his knees. Hybrid: When manifesting his Umbrum powers his mane and tail become a swirl of shadows and his eyes are swallowed by the emerald hue of his pony pupils whilst said pupils take on a scarlet color. The excess pressure of his magic bleeds from the corners of his eyes creating an ominous aura that flutters when he breathes. In this form his horn is coated by red Crystal and the sides of the crown manifest spines formed by his shadow magic and his sabatons become plated. Residence: Crystal Empire Occupation: Wandering King Cutie Mark: None Unique Traits: Dark Magic: This magicform comes in many categories and typically manifests in a hazy, purple aura. For Sombra he uses the magic to twist his environment and forcibly change and pervert objects from their original form. This generally manifests in objects as malformation or twisting of structures and occasionally in ponies as sombre emotions which makes it easier to turn them into dark crystals. Crystallokinesis: Also known as Crystal bending this ability allows him to alter, create and shape natural crystals into any shape of his choosing. When using his positive emotions the crystals are a bluish-white hue and when using negative emotions they take on a claret coloration with purple shading. Illusion Magic: While a simpler spell in his repertoire of skills, this is one of his few abilities that isn't assisted by negative emotions. His magic allows him to cover his surface form to assume the shape of another pony, but also allows him to generate an altered environment in which to confuse his enemies. Pathokinesis: Also known as emotional manipulation: the shadow King has the ability to destroy a pony’s positive emotions, relative to the strength of his own negative emotions. The more negative emotions he has, the stronger his ability to alter another's emotions is. Umbrum Powers: His Umbrum powers only manifest when he pushes his negative emotions to the front and he takes a hybridized form that is intimidating and has the ability to darken positive emotions as well as completely destroy them. Hexing: Manifesting his negative emotions into energy he can hex, or curse, ponies and his environmental. The strength of the hex is equal to the measure of his negative emotions. Enhanced Regeneration: Being an Umbrum the stallion has the ability to regenerate from damage faster than the average pony but less when compared to an alicorn or higher being. Unicorn Magic Suppression: Quite simply put he can suppress the magic of unicorn. The magic has to go somewhere when suppressed so the Crystal king absorbs it. The amount of magic he can absorb is relative to his negative emotions present. Incorporeal: He has the ability to become a shadow. When incorporeal he is immune to any and all physical and damage. In return he cannot generate any physical response himself though he can still move as he is a spectral ball of shadow magic. He can only manifest this form using his negative emotions. History: Sombra’s history is best known from when his name was written into the annals of history over a thousand and more years, an event which had caused the great Crystal Empire to vanish from the written maps of the time. It was not until the Empire woke from its slumber did the true measure of his influence became known. With no memories of the times before his rule there were none who could remember the beauty of the empire he had destroyed nor could they recall the stories of his youth. Deep in the Crystal Palace's labyrinths Sombra held captive the Crystal Bard whose only duty was to read the old tyrant stories that pulled him back to a time when he was happy and ignorant of the lies that ponies told every day. It made him bitter and frequently reminded him, after the sessions: just who it was that was the fiend... It was the only solace the old king of monsters had from his pain. Long before Equestria was a grand kingdom, long before the Crystal Empire knew it's tyrannical king it was ruled by a unicorn princess by the name of Amore. An all engrossing darkness invaded the kingdom. The scourge were called the Umbrum and they invaded the Crystal Empire with the intent to consume all of his light and goodness. As a result the princess created the Crystal Heart to destroy the hoard’s advantage in advancement. Sealed away these incorporeal shadows created Sombra, giving him a physical pony form in hopes he would one day free them. He was found as a colt in the frozen wastes of the North outside of the Empire. The only word he could speak was Sombra, and thus the name was given to him. He grew up amongst the Crystal Ponies, different, but resilient. He grew up in an orphanage with his close marefriend. In this he learned all any pony would from schooling to his magic. Sombra went with his friend saved up gems, over time, to participate in the Crystal Faire, an event where Crystal citizens powered up the Crystal Heart with their wishes. They had gone to the Palace, days before the Faire began something may see the Crystal Heart which is told to hold the future of a pony on it's surface. Gazing upon the Crystal and seeing his horrific future: Sombra was struck with fear. Having sensed his pained emotions Princess Amore told to him that his future could change. Upon the arrival of the Faire Sombra was stricken with illness and,more concerned with her friend: the mare stayed beside Sombra. But it did not stop there. Each passing year before the Faire his pain would become worse until the colt began to crystallize and fall apart. Using her magic the mare healed Sombra from the brink. In his friend's act she gained her mark and it solidified the fear that there was no changing their fate as she was a step closer to her vision and do was he. Fleeing from the realization he made way into the snow deserts of the North. While roaming the barren wastes he happened upon a shattered, red Crystal calling itself his mother and told him the truth of his origins. The purpose.of his life was to destroy the Crystal Heart lest it destroy him first… He would sneak into the Palace to steal the Heart from.its pedestal. Princess Amore caught the young Umbrum in the act and sought to console hs anger, having been aware of his nature and wanting nothing more than for him to do right. In hurt and anger of her dishonesty the Umbrum, who had suffered through years of pain because of the accursed Crystal Heart. Using his powers he crystallizes the princess into black stone. His friend, who had come upon the scene, plead for her foalhood friend to stop. But there was no healing an injured heart and he shatters the princess to pieces. He could.not destroy her. Deep down Sombra understood her intent, but it has not erased the hurt, thus he scatter her pieces across Equus. Fearing what he may do, his friend warned Luna and Celestia, of whom she had been training with to advance her skills. Sombra faces the sisters in combat and knowing he would not win cursed the country and sealed it away. When he awoke -- he once again attempted to regain power over his kingdom, but was defeated by Princess Twilight Sparkle: his horn all of which what remained after the fight. After much journey his friend, woken with the return of the Empire, searched for his remaining piece, never failing to believe there was good in him and revived him from his state of nothingness. Sombra sought to take back his kingdom, save his fellow Umbrum and take vengeance and defeat those who has become obstacles, but this time sought aid from others wronged by the Mane Six, even the insect queen herself. Though upon finding out that the King was out to unseal the Umbrum population from its prison, she pulled out of the alliance. The Umbrum only knew how to eradicate, leaving nor a speck of positivity and that meant starvation for her hive. The other allies were defeated one by one until the only left standing was Sombra, who had succeeded in releasing the shadow army. With Discord's aide the Mane escaped their imprisonment and the Solar and Lunar sisters came to face him down once again… but his best friend was injured in the process. This pushed Sombra even further. With his Umbrum army he held the Crystal Heart and kingdom hostage, planning to match through the rest of Equestria’s Heartland. His best friend sought to appeal to the heart she knew still slept in her friend. The Umbrum could not touch the Heart, it repelled them. It was up to Sombra to destroy it. Ah bade him to choose his destiny. That, in the end, it was nopony else’s but his. In the end he found his heart again through the belief of his friend, whom he had failed to protect. In his rage and hurt for his arrogant failures he spent the last of his magic to permanently seal the Umbrum, but in doing so he unravelled his own essence. His friend, the royal sisters, Twilight and Cadence combined their magic to turn him into a new unicorn. His change of heart, or at the least finding it again: allowed him to earn a second chance through self-sacrifice. Feeling he has yet to fully attain his forgiveness he now seeks to piece together Princess Amore’s shards to put the ancient, unicorn princess back together. Character Personality: In his youth he was kind, caring and shy, but becoming the king of monsters had fostered an arrogant attitude fed by the self consciousness of his being Umbrum. Easily hurt Sombra has found in his new state he is much happier, but deeply scarred by his wrongdoings. He retains much of his powers as an Umbrum, thus creating an almost cowering gentleness in fear he may do serious harm to others where he only means to aide. He feels he owes the Crystal Empire a great deal so provides his services when needed, between his journeys to piece together the former Princess. Character Summary: Formerly the King of Monsters, this king was deeply hurt and often held feelings of betrayal and pathos that he conquered the Crystal Empire out of spite and cursed it to a thousand year slumber. He became able to manifest the negative emotions into magic, creating a unique Umbrum Unicorn which allowed him to fight against those that stood against him, but after several defeats and nearly losing the only pony that believed in his ability to change: he sacrificed himself to save the very Empire he felt had betrayed him. He was saved by his best friend and the collective of alicorn princesses, given a second chance which he uses to repent and restore the Empire’s lost queen.
  24. The train came to a stop slowly at Canterlot Station. Caramel was still rubbing her eyes from being asleep a fair bit of the trip, and thus took time to realize they were in fact actually back in Canterlot. As the girls boarded one coach that was sent for Princess Twilight, Stormstride and her party slid quietly into a more common coach that was less noticeable. CaramelCream followed her mother into their carriage, leaning against her softly. Feather Touch gently covered her with a wing like a blanket, keeping her warm as they rode up the hill. It was still early, and most of the residents of Canterlot were just now waking to prepare for the day. Caramel fall back asleep between her parents, breathing softly as she let them hug and hold her to them dearly. Too much had happened in recent times for the filly to actually process and become accustomed too, and sleeping was her way of accommodating all the information she had been bombarded with. Twilight and the girls had begun discussing softly the plans for the party, setting Rarity to task making a little princess party for the filly while tasking Pinkie and Applejack with the foods. Pinkie had taken time to talk to and get to know the filly on the trip, and picked out a cake to make. Applejack was making party foods from fresh fruit, providing the ponies present with a bit of variety though with a more healthy selection in mind than just the usual party sweets. Fluttershy tended to setting up some games for them to play, with the help of Rainbow Dash. They set up the races, hopscotch, bag toss, a piñata, and pin the tail. Though, they tried to keep as much of it all in the ballroom as they could possibly. The gardens were restored, and no sign of combat remained, it was still best to not allow the place to be filled with young ponies who might find a piece of metal still left out or missed in the cleanup; as a cut in the hoof could ruin a party fast. Caramel slept on, even as her mother levitated her along between herself and Feather Touch. Stepping from the carriage they looked around at the pleasant morning with clear skies and clean air. They often wondered how it was always like this after every tragedy that happened here, though likely there was magic involved in the cleanup. The pair bowed to Celestia and Luna respectfully as the sister princesses came forward to greet them, though admittedly there was tension in the air. No pony wanted to speak of it, especially with the filly there; albeit she was asleep and deaf. “Lady Stormstride, Lord Feather Touch. Welcome to Canterlot Palace,” Celestia said softly, then she returned the bows and smiled at them. Luna looked at the young filly, her eyes soft and gentle as she watched her dreaming, but left her to the dreams she had in peace. Turning her gaze to the mare and stallion, she could read them just as easily. Stormstride was still full of regret, still mourning her brother in her heart and dreaming of those events again and again every night. Her husband however seemed more concerned for her wellbeing; she could see the movements he made to always keep her in the field of his view, and how he tried to ensure he could step between her and a possible threat. A warrior as she was, she was vulnerable. The guards with them were in plain clothing and carried only ceremonial weaponry. It was meant to display, not to fight and Luna wondered if the short spears they carried even truly had an edge. Though when she noticed Caramel was being levitated by Stormstride, her own magic extended and gently lifted the filly, helping to hold her up for Stormstride. She turned to the side and gave a gentle bow, gesturing with a wing. “Perhaps you would like to take time to rest in a room before the party this afternoon?” Luna offered, to which Stormstride nodded softly. Feather Touch gently kissed her cheek and whispered to her he was going to help with the party while she took CaramelCream for a nap. She kissed back and went with Luna to a guest room provided for them to sleep in. As Luna opened the door for the mare she spoke in a soft voice. “I… understand how you have felt about the upper class ponies of Canterlot. Things are not exactly equal with many of them. You were an honest pony, and a good soldier. I hope that one day, we can make up for what was done to you Stormstride. It was not right, and more than myself feels that way.” Stormy looked to Luna as she lay Caramel on the bed gently. The lunar princess was oft more elegant with words than her sister, even if she did not know it. “It is not that I have wanted things made up to me. I simply could not tolerate the thought that these things were accepted as common place and would continue. Putting an end to them so that there was never another pony like myself was my end goal. I just… didn’t realize that trying to force those changes was what created things like… him, in the first place. I still have the journal. I still make documented notation though now purely for research and benefit of pony kind, both in Maretionia and Equestria. And my goal is the same, that there never be another pony like myself ever again,” she said as she stroked Caramel’s mane softly. “It never goes away does it?” She asked suddenly, looking up to Luna whom already knew what the question meant. She also knew what the answer would mean for Stormstride when it was spoken aloud but she felt it was better to be honest at least “No. It never goes away. You will always remember, and so will other ponies. But it is up to you now to decide how best to use that power. Yes, it can be a corrupting force but seeing how pure your love for your family is and always will be, I feel confident enough you can control the knowledge you have of the dark arts. You must decide if it is a course of study worth looking deeper into, or if you are unwilling to search for answers there any further. Either way, you know you have my support, and I will always be here to answer any questions you have. I too tasted that power and leapt upon it in anger, seizing it as a weapon to further my own goals, rather than realizing it made me a slave to desire,” Luna turned slowly and walked to the door. She paused only long enough to look back and watch the mare slide up on the bed and gently pull her daughter close. Leaving them to sleep peacefully she watched Flashfire take his position outside the room, beside a normal REA soldier. The stallion’s blind, glazed eyes were looking forward, spear in hoof as he stood there silently like a sentinel. Luna had thought to speak to him, however she left it be and ventured down to the kitchens to see how Pinkie and Applejack were faring. Pinkie was baking a lovely cake with extra thick icing, making certain it varied in color and flavor since she knew Caramel had no particular favorite. A soft smile crossed Luna’s lips as she watched the pink mare working. Applejack had a few trays of snacks ready, rather delightfully made in color and shape; all of them radiating the scent of fresh fruits from her orchard blended with treats such as currants, jams, and peanut butter. Celestia was in the ballroom helping to decorate and place the games. Although no pony was certain what sort of dancing Caramel preferred, they prepared several kinds from the noble waltz to the more fun and loud music most Equestrian foals seemed to favor. After all they knew she had lived as nobility for a few years now, and that she was getting to the age where she would be looking to other ponies, and it was possible she might ask for a proper dance. Feather Touch was uncertain himself, as the only music in their castle had been Buck’s playing, and no pony had lifted any sound like it since. Celestia frowned at hearing that, knowing how much wider the hole that his death had left. Blueblood had said that there were no sounds made in the castle the whole time he was there, aside from the light conversations and usual cleaning sounds. Celestia then began to wonder where Blueblood was, she had seen neither he nor Psmith all day. Surely he was not sulking in his room, nor would he be out from the castle today of all days; so where would he be that he was not here to greet his friend and her daughter? The soft clop of hooves drew her attention and answered her question. Blueblood had been to the tailor it seemed, as his suit was freshly refitted. Psmith was not far behind in a new suit as well, and carrying a small wrapped box. Then Celestia noticed they were leading a group of ponies up to the palace. The guests were arriving now, which made her smile. Stepping away, she moved to let the girls take over and show the young ponies the games to play as she ventured to find her sister, locating her easily as she had returned to the window that she was often standing at. Contemplation on her countenance, the lunar mare was silent as her sister approached. Celestia looked out the window as well, looking over that patch of garden with the hedge maze and fountain. It was always a peaceful place, unmarred by anything yet devoid of color and special correlation. A patch where, in the past no pony had tended anything there, just a bare patch in the gardens that could be used for something and no pony knew what. “The guests are arriving sister. Would you like to greet them with me?” Celestia asked softly. She figured her sister would say no; that she was waiting for Stormstride and Caramel to awaken before taking them to the party. However Luna surprised her with a soft smile and a nod. The pair walked down to the ballroom together, joining the girls as they set up the last of everything quietly and told the colts and fillies to go ahead and begin playing, and to leave any gifts on a small side table. There were only a few gifts brought, as Caramel’s list was most short indeed; cookie cutters, beads and bobbles, and bits of shiny jewelry. It seemed she already had anything she could really want, and had just made a list for those that felt obligated to bring her a gift. As they were moving down the hall, they came to the door where Stromstride and Caramel were sleeping. Luna paused before turning to Flashfire, and asking him to give them just a few moments more before waking them and letting them know the guests were arriving. He nodded, and gave a gentle salute before returning to his pose. Celestia thought it odd that he was her honor guard so far from home, and that HeavyHoof, her captain and stand in steward was the other. Perhaps Stormstride had her reasons, or perhaps these two were just on vacation with the family; either way she was pleased to see Flashfire seemed healthy and active still. The sisters carried on back to the ballroom, coming in and instantly the foals crowded around them all bowing or clamoring about how they looked. Celestia had to giggle, seeing Luna look rather startled before she settled into the attention and smiled at them. Luna explained that Caramel had traveled from a land far away and was taking a nap so that she would have the energy to play with her friends. She had not forgotten them and was going to be very happy that so many of them showed up with their parents and teachers. Celestia did a fast count, finding twelve foals, roughly fifteen parents and two teachers; that was actually more than she imagined would show given that the list of guests only had thirty on it to begin with. This was mostly every pony except one teacher that had since moved away from Canterlot to teach elsewhere. Twilight was smiling to the side with the girls, watching and helping where they could. The parents were mostly sitting in a section of chairs set out for them, conversing about old days and how things had changed a bit. The foals were a few years older now, most had their cutie marks and others were still blank, but all of them got along. The district was once more at quiet peace and a few asked about if any of them had actually seem Stormstride the last time she was around. It was then one of the teachers spoke up, stating they had and that she had made a rather hefty donation to the school to afford new things and repair the building. Another parent spoke up, noting how Stormstride had seen and commented to them that the school no longer had a guard posting and the street section was being neglected. Princess Celestia filed those away in her mind for later when she would speak to the commander of that barracks about it. Perhaps there was just nothing wrong and she was trying to please every pony. Celestia felt the nudge of her sister’s wing as she came back to reality. Caramel was coming into the room with her father leading her. She wore her bright ear bows and smiled as she hopped forward to greet her friends again. Celestia and Luna smiled as they watched, feeling the joy in the filly to see her friends again, and tell them how her life was now. Though strangely, Stormstride was missing and so was Cadence and Shining Armor. Luna went to go find them, but her sister gently blocked her path. “My sister, you should stay and enjoy the festivities. I think it is you that our little guest of honor wanted most to meet. You are, after all the princess that would know her best; I will find our cousin and her husband. I have a feeling they are with the Lady Stormstride.” Celestia slowly stepped away, letting Luna join the foals in their party as Caramel invited Luna to a game of hopscotch with her. Celestia did not have to go far, as she found the three outside the ballroom. Stormstride sat upon a bench, catching her breath quietly. Shining Armor was speaking to Flashfire as Heavyhoof was holding a glass of water for Storm. Cadence fanned the mare gently with a wing, helping her cool off a bit better. “Is everything alright?” Celestia asked, coming over with concern for the mare. Stormstride nodded and let out a slow heavy sigh. “She is just tired. Having a foal is a great burden on the mother, so I can only imagine having three at once,” Cadence said which got a chuckle from Heavyhoof and Flashfire both. As Celestia took a moment to kneel beside Stormstride she could tell the mare was alright, just tired and easily fatigued from everything. Celestia understood all too well, and let her rest as she spoke. “Stormstride, even though we see not eye to eye, I want to thank you for allowing us to do this for your daughter. Blueblood expressed to us how much it meant to her, seeing he and Psmith as her uncles. And in light of… what has happened we wanted to at least offer something for your family. I know you likely meant no true ill toward Equestria and only wanted me to feel your pain. However, revenge never begets anything but more vengeance in the end. It creates only a circle of suffering. If you still distrust and loath me I shall fully accept that and make no further efforts to speak to you once your family leave the party today.” Stormstride shook her head softly and sighed as she looked up to Celestia. The mare was looking for the right words to say, something to express her own sorrow and her apologies as well. Celestia let her just take her time, knowing there were things the mare probably wanted to say, and in certain cases spit at her. “It is not you… I had an issue with Celestia. It was what you had come to symbolize. In the lower districts, you’ve become a goddess. Untouchable, unapproachable, unreachable except by extreme means; ponies outside this district, outside that large wall the nobles built to keep out the riffraff that ponies feel unable to even look upon you except the rare glimpses of you at sunrise and sunset when you step out on your balcony. Have you ever see a dirty train worker come to bring concerns of work place safety to your attention? What about a doctor lacking proper access to equipment in the clinic? Under paid, under staffed teachers at the low end school my daughter used to attend? Or maybe the few foals that were living in a hovel up the hill from the school stealing supplies and food to get by. “None of them felt they should bother you with their petty issues because you have a whole nation of problems to run, Gala’s to plan, a school for the wealthy unicorns, etc. Thing is… I never hated you. I just thought I did. I hated what you symbolized to the less fortunate, and I certainly hated anything of the posh ponies that lived inside this district. When I realized I had the blood of nobility in my veins the first thing that ran through me was utter disgust and want to rid myself of it. But then I had a thought; what if I could use that to rip away everything these ponies cared about and give it all to the ponies they looked down their noses at?” Stormstride let it go, figuring the princess could guess the rest from there. Celestia had a fair idea why Stormstride felt the way she had, and probably the tipping point had been the rather nasty divorce that left her bitter toward ponies that bought things, rather than have worked and made them. Miscommunications of the needs of her barracks between misfiled reports, understated urgency of supplies and filing errors because Flashfire was going blind and too proud to admit it compounded issues. Further miscommunications between the leaders of the REA, misinterpretations of the situations in her review and inspection of the barracks, even misrepresentation of herself by how ponies viewed her just further pushed some ponies away. That was something she could not always help, however it seemed Stormstride was looking past that, not justifying her reasons but explaining them and what they led up to. Celestia felt it was better to let a pony work through their own issues, and to express themselves to find the answers they sought. Only then could a pony really call anything they had truly their own. “I was in the wrong, and likely will always be in the wrong. I have the mentality of a soldier, in the body of a scholar. Maybe I have become worse than what I thought of you, maybe not. My actions were unforgivable, even if I didn’t…” Stormstride stopped midsentence as Celestia held up a hoof. “My dear Stromstride, I have long come to understand the desperation of the few that fall through the cracks. You are not as alone as you think you are. You have your family, your friends, and you citizens that stand behind your rule. From what I understand, you have quite the little haven for Pegasus and Earth ponies inside your town. And seeing Lieutenant Flashfire here as a functional member of your honor guard has proven enough that you have undone whatever dark spells you had them under. You have much more to be joyful for than you have to fear. You are not expected to be perfect, and neither is an allicorn princess. We are all ponies, and we all make mistakes, the only difference being that sometimes those mistakes affect more than just the ponies around us. I know you do not want to speak of it now, but before you leave, would you please sit to discuss the matter with myself and my fellow princesses? There is a matter I believe you will find most important.” Celestia did not tell Stormstride anything more, but merely accepted the nod of the mare. “Thank you. Now then, we better get you up and prepared. Your husband is about to have a dance with your daughter and it would be most improper to rob you of your chance to watch your young daughter display her best hoof forward to her friends.” Celestia stood and slowly offered her hoof to Stormstride, which surprised the pregnant mare. The party was lively, and as promised there was a variety of activities and food, the cake was delicious, gifts were given to the filly and she loved each one though; she was partial to the simpler gifts of things like marbles and the little mane bow her Uncles Blueblood and Psmith got for her. As the afternoon wore on into evening, the parents rounded up their kids and thanked every pony for hosting the small but wonderful party for such a unique filly. Luna and Celestia only left long enough to lower the sun, and raise the moon, as Blueblood and Psmith spent time talking to the girls over some juice and a slice of cake. The girls were most impressed with his ability to dance not only the proper waltz with the guest of honor, but her pregnant mother as well. It was after Feather took their daughter to be tucked into bed that Stormstride met with Celestia and the other princesses in the dining hall for a late tea and to talk. The noble mare understood she would likely be made to answer for her crimes as it stood, and her misuse of her abilities against ponies that were still Equestrian ponies at the time. She could never absolve herself of that list of crimes. Adding further salt to the wound, she would like also be forced to speak about what the spell is that killed her beloved brother. Arriving in the hall she found no guards, no servants and surprisingly the girls were absent from Twilight’s side, having opted to leave this to them as Princess Business. As Stormstride came up, Cadence levitated a chair out for her, and helped her sit. Luna opened up the conversation by offering tea and left over party treats. Stormstride sampled them sparingly, her appetite lost as her mind dwelt on the things she worried about. “May I ask… are we here to discuss the crimes I committed, or to discuss my sentence for them?” she asked suddenly, which greatly startled all the princesses. “As well as I am aware, there are no crimes or charges listed against you Lady Stormstride. In fact the only thing I could think to bring against you might be the discussion of how little you eat. Certainly a pregnant mare must need more food?” Luna said. Cadence and Twilight agreed and asked if she would prefer different food. Waving off the question, Stormstride turned that gaze upon Celestia, though this time there was that inquiring look. She was digging for information and Celestia brightened up a bit, smirking as she spoke slowly. “I will answer your question, with another one. Are you still able to cast all of those dark spells now that your horn is mended and your soul cleansed of that evil possession?” The solar mare asked, which almost got Twilight to spit her tea. “Really now Celestia! Such an improper question to ask. And in such an improper manner too. One must certainly have more tact than this! This is not a proper conversation for tea!” The disembodied voice of Discord came from the empty chair beside Twilight before he merely popped into existence there. Summoning his own tea cup he allowed Twilight to pour him some tea and he selected a particularly gooey peanut butter and carrot cracker. Stormstride arched an eyebrow, though his arrival had little more effect on her than that. Twilight seemed very interested in why Stormstride was so calm. Though when the mare spoke, she hinted at something that made Celestia giggle. “You must be the stallion my brother hinted at from one of his trips. Par chance, you have not visited his grave have you? We sent out a notice for you in the manner he suggested to reach out to you if you were needed for something. However we did not believe you had shown.” Stormstride sipped her tea slowly, watching his measured and rather regal reaction. “I have been there. Rather odd, such a large stone box for broken bits of mask wouldn’t you agree? What would he think when he looks upon a grave baring his own name? One should think it most improper for nobility to bury their kin when they are still kicking and screaming.” Discord turned his misshapen eyes on her and met her firm but inquiring gaze. They had never crossed paths before, until this moment and yet they spoke on a level which no other pony seemed to understand and believed they had known each other before. “Discord, are you acquainted with the Lady Cloud?” Luna asked softly. “Not personally no. Though I know her musical brother very well,” Discord purred out as his lion paw twirled in a nonchalant manner. “Given the times we caught him talking to himself and muttering your name, I’m assuming you knew him in ways no other pony did.” Stormstride hid her grin behind her tea cup, but the conversation did catch the attention of Twilight who did not understand the reference. Celestia, Luna and Cadence understood fully, though they noticed Stormstride did not seem to be getting that they were discussing her brother in the present tense, not the past. “I think you might be interested to know, I still know him that well, maybe even better than you know.” Discord said. He watched her eyes narrow sharply, before they widened some and she stared at him hard. She set her cup down and leaned her hooves on the table, as she pushed up slowly and looked him right in the eye. “How?” was all she said. The open ended question was enough to finally coax Celestia into speaking. “We were asking you the same question. Of all our research combined, the spell on the weapon the spirit that possessed you should have separated his life force from his soul and his magic. And yet, all it seems to have done is remove his body. At first we believed it was Discord playing pranks upon us all. Moving mane brushes, leaving apples or other fruits in our pillows or strange books appearing on our dinner tables. Then things began to escalate and grew menacing. At one point we were questioning Discord when a window simply exploded inward with no pushing force behind it. Discord acted to protect Twilight from the falling glass, and then he noticed the existence of a being that seemed to phase in and out of our reality at points,” Celestia sipped her tea as Cadence began to speak. “In the Crystal Empire we had to evacuate a music hall because all the instruments began blaring all at once. Just random noise but at a fair distance it almost sounded like words were being spoken. However it was too garbled to understand, as if it were being spoken through a thick piece of wood.” The Crystal princess set her cup down and then looked to Twilight. “In Ponyville, your brother used to feast on the orchard when he was there. He paid for the apples he ate though, so no worry there. But here recently we keep finding the apples he seemed so attracted too in his bat pony state in my bed. At first it was one or two. But more recently the bed was covered in them. And no pony saw them move. I turned down my covers, moved to my desk to pick up my book, turned back and a mountain of apples was neatly arranged on my bed, covers still turned down. My assistant was right there with me, and he didn’t see a thing. They merely appeared there as if teleported. The orchard is no less than three miles from my castle. That is a long teleport, especially since my friend Applejack knows her apples and was able to match each one to the tree it came from with perfect understanding. They were teleported to their place in the stack, from their spots on the trees.” Twilight picked up a small piece of cake, nibbling as she watched Stormstride’s face. “I have noticed a dark shape flying with me in the night skies. It presents no danger, and causes no harm. But when I notice it and attempt to follow it leads me toward the gardens. The last time, I found a place to land and no sooner did I land than Lightning struck the ground where our battle took place, burning a mark in the grass. That mark was gone with the sunrise, however it was not the last time I saw that mark. Since then I keep finding that mark burned into various places. Always by lightning, and always it is gone with the sunrise. Do you recognize this mark?” Luna lay a parchment on the table, it depicted the radius blade of a lightning bolt in burn pattern. Inside the image of a backward musical note with a bolt of lightning running through it. They had wet a piece of parchment and rubbed it on the wall, copying the burn patter and transferring it to the parchment to show her. “I have had many strange things happen to me as well. When the battle ended, your weapon and the weapon of your brother were never returned to you. They are still held safe if you desire to collect them Lady Cloud, we have already examined them in totality and found that the only enchantments they hold are for self-cleaning purposes. A notable enchantment used by many weapons nobility carry as display. And yet… I frequently find your brother’s sword laid over your scythe on the floor of my bedchamber, as if protecting your weapon from something or someone. No matter where I store them, they always find their way back.” Stormstride was by now fairly certain they were hinting at her brother still being alive yet out of this realm. She set the parchment down and tapped her hooves together. She did not seem as joyous as they thought she would. Her heart was bursting with joy for the fact her brother was not dead. However the question of the matter did not escape her notice. “You were wondering if I could explain how the black magic works, so you can help reverse the spell. That is what you mean isn’t it?” She said, not looking at them, but the parchment. Celestia set her cup of tea down and sighed softly. Well aware how Stormstride felt about using her new found knowledge anymore. She was stuck with it, and had to live with it for the rest of her life. However she loathed using it. Now she was being asked to teach other ponies how it was done. “As much as I want him to be alive, I cannot. What you are asking requires more than just knowledge. It requires death. And if I were not pregnant I would gladly offer my own life in exchange. However, you are asking for something more abomination than knowledge. The ritual alone took me a month to learn. The words are easy, it is the fact you must sacrifice a live pony for the act and they must be a willing sacrifice.” She said as she sat back in her chair. That silenced the princesses, though Discord sipped his tea noisily. Then he nibbled on a cracker with a crunch and made a soft burp, to which he pardoned himself and lightly wiped his mouth with a napkin. Cadence was well aware of how such knowledge would make Stormstride feel, her own coat was crawling at the thought, and a glance at her sister-in-law told her she was feeling the same. However Luna and Celestia were not so shocked it seemed. Perhaps they had come across something similar. “I am familiar with necromancy in many forms. Though I must say, this is the first time I heard of it being a volunteer process. That may be the key there. The spells of this world, even the black ones require a guiding will and force, and the freedom to be cast. Taking the life of another pony intentionally through a specific form of magic like this may just be exactly why this spell requires a living and willing sacrifice to be made. To make up for the fact that the intended target likely does not have the intent to surrender willingly to it and will fight it. However Why did it not work as intended?” Celestia said. “Because Thunderbuck is not an allicorn. Bat pony in part does not make him allicorn. It takes more than a horn and flight to make one an allicorn my sister. The spell was tailor made to kill you, though any allicorn would have done. We could ask him ourselves, however I feel his answers might be less than forthcoming in honestly,” Luna said softly. Stormstride looked up, anger flaring in her eyes as she almost hissed at them. “Why is he still alive?” The minor nobility slammed a metal clad hoof on the table and grit her teeth. “Because we have yet to find a proper means to send his soul to the other side. He would prove too dangerous to leave in Tartarus, and too tempting a target for treasure hunters to seal away in a cave. For now, he remains in the sealed tomb in a secret place here in the palace. Once we can undo the damage he has done, then we can undo the spell keeping him bound to this world. Until then, we have to tolerate his presence.” Celestia spoke in a calm, even tone to sooth Stormstride’s flared temper. She knew the mare likely would attempt to kill the thing and only set it free if she knew where it was. Celestia was wise enough to know when and how to pick the battles she could control. For now, the battle was with Stormstride’s honor and sense of duty. Convincing the pony to help recover her brother was best, though they had to be careful about it. Stormstride was a mare that was pregnant and her magic could become unstable if a foal kicked at the wrong time. However, the first hurtle to jump was her pride, and she was setting the bar quite high.
  25. Since most of my threads are winding down, I figure I have place on my plate for one new one. I look at this one more toward the underbelly of what most of us think of in the world of MLP. The secret backroom deals of political rivals to keep things going in their own favor; while keeping the common pony as in the dark as possible. I am also a romanticizing player that loves a good old fashioned Mafia Novel. Gangster ponies with fast carts and quicker tongue outrunning the law with stolen goods; fully suited and dressed up true gangsters that front their activities in proper tax paying businesses and fly low under the radar of the detectives pursuing them. To that end, I want to make a thread that includes politicians, nobility, crime ponies, common ponies duped into running errands without a clue about their true nature; and a long assortment of other crime genre related Dick Tracy style things. Are there any players interested in this sort of thing? I would like to make it a long running series of RPs that are fast paced, and active with a post a day sort of mentality.