NeonVictorian

Not sure if I should be saying this or not here but- there's a little glitch that's really starting to bother me. Upon teleporting to someones home, I sometimes glitch into the floor and die by "Suffocating in the wall" This is the fifth time today this has happened to me- (most of the times I can save myself by quickly typing it again), and the second I've died from it. After dying, I lose all my gear, and going back to the spot where I died, even digging that area of ground up is useless- I've lost Full Diamond Armor (again), A Diamond Pick, Sword, and Shovel, a half stack of Lapis Lazuli blocks, 1 Gold Block, and a fair amount of less valuable items- Not sure if this is something we can fix, but just throwing it out there.

I always loved the Genesis o3o This would be the greatest thing. Ever. ....Ever.

Name: Arctic Mint Sex: Female Age: Mare Species: Pegasus Pelt Color: Light Blue Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Long, Straight, and black, with soft blue stripes Eye Color: Bright Pinkish-Purple Cutie Mark: Three Sewing Needles, arranged on top of each other in a 'snowflake' pattern Physique: Tall and lean Origin: Originally from the Northern Solstice Heights, now travels around Equestria with her shop of crafts. Roleplay Type: Mane Occupation: Craftspony, working mostly at the craft of sewing. She travels around with her shop, as a sort of 'One-Pony Caravan' Motivation: Arcy feels the need to travel Equestria and spread her 'creations' around. She also longs to find company, as if to fill in what she had lacked so long before. Likes: Creating items, Company, Sweets (Arcy has an almost insatiable sweet tooth) Any signs of affection Dislikes: Being alone, Hot/Muggy weather, Being called by 'Arctic' (She prefers Arcy) Character Summary: Arcy was born and raised in the Northern Solstice Heights, mainly by her father, Pepper Mint. Her father played a very important role in her life, him being the only one there for her. (her mother after seemed 'too busy' for either of them and seldom spent time with) He would often spend time with her, one of their favorite activities being visiting flying shows such as those of the famous Wonderbolts. This simple yet wonderful life wouldn't remain the same forever. When Arcy was a little older, in school herself, her father acquired a serious illness and, not much longer, passed due to it. Since then Arcy's life had changed completely, she was 'alone' in the world. She had no friends, her mother cared little for her, and the only pony she looked up to her whole life was gone. She had to learn to move on, to adapt, and motivate herself, feeling she had nothing else left. Over time she had gotten used to it, no less hurt, but much more able to deal with it. She passed her free time with simple activities such as going for walks or exploring random areas. One of her walks led her to her Grandfather's house. Although it had been abandoned for years, she decided 'investigate' the area anyways. She found her way to a shed in the back, and made her way inside it, finding little but a mass of dusty crafting supplies and a few cobwebs around, one directly under the windowsill on the work desk. It was home to a large but calm spider; her first reaction was to jump and move away uneasily, but within moments, she felt a peculiar calm feeling. It did not harm her or chase her, nor did it fear her and run. It simply sat in place in its web watching her, and she curiously watched back, as if a sort of quiet 'stare-off'. After several minutes, Arcy averted her attention to the craft supplies around, needles, threads, fabrics, patterns- Grandfather was a strange but interesting pony, he enjoyed sewing in his free time; a Colt sewing seemed odd enough, but it didn't seem to bother Arcy much. Seeing it as 'just something to do' Arcy grabbed one of the patterns- resembling a small stuffed animal. She started off slowly, and began sewing the base of it; then her hooves seemed to 'memorize' the pattern, moving faster and faster along, as if she had been experienced in it already. Suddenly, she looked up, tossing the pattern away, and noticing the spider from earlier, still watching her in silence. She went back to the creation in progress, and undone a few strings, to redo them in another improvised manner, and continued sewing, now without a solid pattern. She had finished it, a small plushy of the spider on the wall. She smiled and hugged it, feeling accomplished and- for once, no longer alone. She called him 'Mister Eyes' because ever since then, she felt he was the only one to watch over her. At the same moment, she felt a flash from behind her. She glanced back to see that she had gotten her cutie mark; without knowing even knowing about it, she had found the one thing she was special at! Once again, she was happy. Since then, her skills in crafting have improved dramatically, and much more widespread, including engraving, embroidering, many more forms of sewing and fabrickwork, metalwork, and even a small amount of cooking. Upon coming old enough, she moved away, and made a business out of her work- selling scarves, socks, bags, or near anything else asked of her for commission. She currently travels Equestria, still accompanied Mr. Eyes (although she doesn't tell many ponies of him, out of fear of them not understanding) working out of her own bags as a sort of 'traveling salespony' She hopes to find somewhere to call 'home', but is currently content as is.

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Inkie's smile brightened again as she thought to herself, "Pin the tail on the pony? This should be even easier than I thought!" "So Pinkie! Which one of us will go first?" She said, excited, almost anxious to play as if it was suddenly a foolproof plan in her favor. She wondered to herself what wonderful stories her sisters would have to share, what they've done, what they've been up to, where they've been. Pinkie's life must have been eventful and exciting! Her adventures would be too amazing too imagine, and Inkie would be lucky enough to hear them told from said "adventurer" herself. And how great it would be to hear about what Agate was up to, her dear younger sister that had done what she had only dreamed of. To leave and forge her own path. But who knew, maybe it would only fuel her ideas for the better.

Inkie gave Agate a soft push, playfully pouting, "Ohhhh you're on then!" She giggled and took a sip from her sarsaparilla, feeling up to the challenge, as well as interested to hear of their stories. It would be so exciting! Then suddenly her thoughts had soured a little, what if she would lose at the game? She wouldn't have much to tell- that she moved a rock or found a gem? A soft frown appeared on her face at the thought, but then turned into a smirk with the help of another thought. "That's ok~ I just... won't lose- then I'll be just fine!"

"Sarsaparilla you say? Oh I haven't had any of that in a long time! I'd love some!" Inkie replied enthusiastically. Today was turning out to be a wonderful day, She got to see her 2 sisters, she was going to hear many wonderful and exciting stories, and even something as simple as getting to try sarsaparilla again; and the best part about it all is, it had only just began!

Inkie found herself pulled into a hug in between her sisters, not that it bothered her any. In fact she enjoyed it, as she squeezed them both in the hug as tight as she could. "Ohhhh, I've missed you too sooooo much! How are you both???" She gave a whiff to the air, enjoying the smells from all the treats and letting out a happy sigh. "It all smells so good!" Inkie took a moment to relax and then directed her attention to Agate's question with a soft shake of her head, as if not really wanting to talk about that at the time. "Its good to see you too, the dreams are... well dreams. But that's ok- I've been thinking about traveling, but I'll worry about that later, the farm is alright." She smiled, and tried to bring her attention back to the party.

I had someone think he was a pyromaniac because of that name ^^"

As Inkie walked through town- her eyes spotted a number of brightly colored balloons rise from behind a nearby building. "That has sis written all over it" she mumbled to herself, and she walked towards the building. She walked around to the front to see the small shop practically buried in streamers and surrounded in balloons. "Yep... this is definitely it" she said with a smile, slowly making her way inside whilst admiring the decorations.

Roleplay Type: Mane Name: Tinderbox Sex: Male Age: Young Colt Species: Earth Pony Eye Color: Citrus Yellow Coat Color: Cyan Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Deep purple with black streak Physique: Smaller than most colts Cutie Mark: A simple piston Origin/Residence: Born and raised Bareback Gulch- now has no real home but currently resides on board the Freewing Occupation:Tinkerer and secondary engineer on the Freewing Motivation: Heavily influenced by both mechanical equipment and aviation- and wishing to continue learning more about them Likes: Mechanics, Steam power, Aviation, Taffy, Affection Dislikes: Not having anything to chew on, Being Underestimated, Being alone Character Summary: Born in Bareback Gulch- Tinderbox's life was quiet and bare. It lacked a certain luster that his heart ached for- one that he quickly began to search for. Everyday he would spend his time searching Roughrider Ridge for the answer his heart ached for. Each day his journeys would get longer and longer, as he searched deeper into the wastelands. Suddenly- he found something on one of these "journeys" that changed his outlook on everything. It was a derelict airship, looking recently abandoned. He spent hours investigating the downed ship, slowly learning more and more about its features. Day after day he would return to learn more about the fallen ship, and even attempted playing with the engine every once and a while. There was something about it that he found- enthralling, as he desired to know more and investigate deeper. This investigation soon led him to know the engine inside and out, as he continued playing with it. He realized that a piece was missing. As he continued searching, he found a small piece of equipment, a piston, which he found to fit perfectly into the slot the engine lacked. Almost instantaneously, it locked into place, and he gave the whole machine a bump. It began to rattle and shake as the internal components began moving and the piston began its motion of pressing in and out over and over. The works of it all seemed so overwhelming to Tinderbox, as he scooted back. He glanced back to see his own cutie mark- matching the now bounding piece in front of him, the piston. Over time- Tinderbox's desire for knowledge grew- and his search for it matched. He even made his own set of wings, allowing him to keep up with aviation as well as his own mechanical tinkerings. As he got older, he traveled around- working as a repairman abroad, even finding himself as far north as Stalliongrad, as the industry seemed much more prevalent there. That is where he met Swash Buckler, the captain of the airship, the SS Freewing. He was allowed to come aboard, and now works there as a tinkerer and secondary engineer. Tinderbox is a quiet pony, who often stays behind either the captain or Grandya, the ship's lookout who he's became close friends with. He has a habit of chewing things, especially when he's nervous about something, taffy being his favorite fix. He now aims to learn more and help his new "family" on board the SS Freewing.

Inkie yawned, and brushed her mane out of her face as she entered Ponyville. A slight grin graced the corner of her lips as she thought about the day- getting to see her sisters again, it was so exciting just thinking about it! She didn't show it- at least she tried not to, as she reached up and adjusted the bow on her hat. "Where is this Sugarcube Corner anyways?" She asked to herself and looked into town, now slightly lost. She shrugged, and continued walking around town, still smiling as she imagined how great the day would be.

Um just a few things I noticed Roleplay Type: World of Equestria RP (Usually just say Mane) Age: Teen Colt (If that's allowed) (I usually see "Young Colt" but same thing I guess) Also unrelated but your from Georgia? You mean like the country?

*came here to call poster Crazy* *wtf did I just watch?*

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Hey there pretty pony ;3 Welcome to Canterlot... I hope you like it here, if you have any questions or anything dont hesitate to ask

Quasar gave a slight smile, reassured that she cared. "Th...Thanks," he mumbled under her patting, now relaxed. He gave a quick confused look, and tilting his head to the side, questioned, "When we get there... where do we start?"

"O...Oh?" he quieted down timidly, he didn't understand why she didn't want him to but stayed quiet about it. "Um.... I'm not really sure to be honest." he replied to her question. "I've.... never really thought about it." He looked away, trying to hide a slight blush of embarrassment.

"I um, I'm not sure..." Quasar said timidly, "I... like helping... but... that's all I can really think of..." His ears quickly perked up, alert having realized something. "You said that was your job? Right? What do you do?" he asked curiously, wondering if he could try that.

Quasar gave a quick smile in return. He had became relaxed around her and it her smile only relieved him more. "You're... right..." he reacted timidly, "I'm sure I'll find something to do there." His mind reminded himself, "But will I find somepony else like you?" scared of being on his own again. He cleared his throat, and tried not to think of it.