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Nomination for best cast? Tales, player of Her Royal Princess Luna! Best OC character? TempestRime's Malediction! That, or Allura's BlazeBright. Best cast thread? A Hearts and Hooves gift, even though it isn't finished yet. Best Roleplayer? Phil. Hands down, Phil. I think that's about it!

“I can put up some bedrolls in the hotel room. I don’t think Cadence will mind if you stay with us for a night or two while we’re in town. We’ll try and get some better arrangements for you and Spike sorted out tomorrow morning. Then maybe we can go visit our little troublemaker PeeWee. Sound good?” Sleep sounded good. Sleep sounded very, very good. In fact, sleep sounded like the best possible thing, disbarring only the ability to undo this whole disasterous evening. But, for all that rest was something every inch of purple-and-green craved, he made more of a point of defending his pet over snoozing. Spike managed to half-stifle a yawn, arching his back for a moment as he did so. "I... yawn, I guess that'd be best. Though, uh, to be fair, Shining, I'm pretty sure Peewee didn't mean to cause any of this. She's a good bird, just... a little harder to take care of than I guessed... Heh" And, despite all the trouble PeeWee was causing, it struck him that Shining Armor might've heard that before about another small, rather young fire-breather that Twilight had to take care of. "You mighta heard that one before, hunh? Heh, heh... Y-yaaawwwn..." Now that the nor-adrenaline was kicking in, Spike was really starting to nod off. "B-but I guess we can visit PeeWee tomorrow... or, later today. I'm sure Fluttershy can handle her for now... how much more trouble could she be? She's gotta be tired out by now..." Another yawn from the baby dragon, an idle itching at his burnt scales. Wow, he was nodding off fast. Not that it mattered - it was only getting later, and he'd had a blaze of a night. It was ok to be tired after all that, right?

Hey! This is the one I was hoping would win! Congratulations, kid! Wanna get Spike and Pinkie up in dat balloon for the Ironpony commentary?

Aaaaand there went Pinkie Pie, superflously energetic and wound like a steel spring. There were times Spike wondered if Pinkie had some sort of wind-up key that she kept at home, just to add to her incredible reserves of pure, unfiltered hyperactivity. That aside, her near-consistant stream of songs, jigs, dances, hops, bounces, ballads, boleros, operas, acts, plays, and other tomfoolery was second to a select few. "Well Spike, see anything you like?" "Umm..." But! Observing Pinkie's unrelenting energy wasn't the point of this excursion - unless they could somehow give some of that energy to Rarity for her overnight work. The problem was that Ponyville produced, above all else, food and produce. This didn't make for a great selection of presents. Food doesn't exactly last or make memories, after all! Canterlot? Clothes, fabrics, magical artifacts, accessories, jewlery, music, theatre, sports. Here was... well, it was one of the few downsides of being in Ponyville! "Well, that one tiara was nice! But... I'm not so sure. I guess a vase might work, but... you can't really give somepony an empty vase, and does Rarity even like flowers? ...Man, am I glad I didn't try to start shopping the day before." Spike was, of course, babbling a bit. But, hey, the kid was nervous, cut him a break, yeah? Surely something good would come up! A little deus-ex machina here, a few shots of inspiration, it'd work. ...It, uh, would work, wouldn't it?

And then, the skies parted, leaving unto the chaos but a single figure. It stood upright, helmeted and overalled, booted and begoggled, holding a wrench in his rubbered gloves. He landed upon the ground, surveying that which laid around him. And here's what happened. In the meantime, Metalman is blown into the sky by the C4, and Megaponyman flies after him for great justice.

Um, comparing your current post to the post that Scotchie made, giving you a full set of rather viable spelling and grammatical corrections that you seem to have passed up, the only changes are that it's shorter, and he's gone from 'no talent' to 'minimal talent'. It also strikes me that this character would be pretty doomed the first time somebody took a live recording of him and distributed it to his 'fans', where his magic would have no ability to compensate for his lack of talent. It further occurs that, if he's to be as arrogant and underwhelming as what you've written for his personality, that nobody would actually want him on their stage - he'd likely have to pay for many of his performances himself, and that quickly stops being profitable for what is in short a novelty act. You haven't really incorperated any of the suggested changes, nothing about a focus on showmanship or flare, nothing about using charm or flashy effects to win over an audience. His mane is still "a pale turquoise with pail green highlights" [sic], and the application still smacks very heavily of 'mind control'; you don't use those exact words, but it is still very heavily implied.

The metroid eats megapony and he dies! Dr Wily has won eqeustria! But he dosnt come down to evil laughs at the lsers because megapony used ↑ ↑ ↓ ↓ ← → ← → B A and he just had like eighty extra lives anyway even though that's the Konami code and he's from a Capcom game. It's all good. "Wow, that was totally not cool." he says as he warps back in again after being ate by the Metroid. BUT THEN! HORROR OF HORRORS! The sky darkens, and the sound of a hundred violinists crying out with their instruments can be heard - a cacophony of panic and sorrow, which whirls in an enigma of doubt and anxiety. The amorphous soundtrack begins to take shape, unifying into a single key. Lightning penetrates the air, the thunderous report more fierce than cannonfire. Slowly, but not so slowly than anybody has time to interrupt anything because I'm running the thread and that would interfere with what I'm writing, an armored black balloon sinks from the sky, emblazened with a bold, red R. Two human beings were in it, Dressed in white uniforms, sporting the similar, ubiquitous red R. One, with a mane nearly as long as she was tall, red as burning mahogany, styled in ways that defied physics; the other with short blue hair and a rose in his teeth. A jump from the baloon, which exploded because such was the will of the macrocosm, and down they soared, with all the control and grace of gods. The disembodied music swells, then soars in full swing to the appropriate theme. Dr. Wily had hired Team Rocket. "Prepare for trouble!" "And make it double!" "To protect the world from Dr. Light!" "To show the masses wrong from right!" "To cameo to the highest bidder!" "To improve our hopes of not being baby-sitters" "Jesse!" "James!" "Team Rocket, working for Dr Wily! "Surrender Now, or METAL MAN, I CHOOSE YOU!" And then the strongest of all robot masters - METAL MAN! - as a pony appeared and they had a robot master to fight. "OH NO NOT METAL MA-wait metal man. Seriously? This guy's like, the weakest robot master. Heck, he makes Bubble-Man seem hard. Lemme just bust out my mega-buster and..." It was at that point that Megaman pointed a perfectly useless hoof at MetalMan. "You think you're going to beat me with THAT, Megadip!? HA! HA! METAL MAN LAUGHS AT YOU! TRY HARDEST!" And then it was time to fight robot master!

When David Lecloop showed up megaman didn't know what was he doing but it was ok because he wasnt robot master so megaman didn't shoot him but then he found out his blaster was just a horse-foot now! "Ohno my megabuster! its now just a hoof-kicker without busters!" he shouted because he got scared of fighting dr wily without his busterblaster. It was at that point that Deadpool showed up. "Oh, wow, um, dude. Technically, that's in the future, I don't know about that yet. Keep it on the down-low, don't tell me how it ends. There is no way Keiji Inafune is gonna let me get away with temporal shenannigans, so just... you know, mums the word." His expression, a touch dour, save for the fact that he somehow screamed out the name 'Keiji Inafune' so hard that it actually took physical manifestation for a moment. But then the strange words went puff and goes away and robocop shows up and he blowed up dragons which are bad I guess so that was good. Megaman makes a fist and poses but he doesn't have hands so he just makes an ... angry... hoof... thing. ".........." he says, as he looks at the robocop and decides that maybe he might be a loose cannon with no respect for the rules - a renegade cop, who won't work with a partner and is secretly afarid of hurnting those around him! "Robocop we need to be a team! We all need to be a team to save Equestria and stop Dr. Wily!" And then discord showd up. "Oh hey discord, we need to stop Dr. Wily. Do you know where he is going to?" And then there was chocolate rain and it turned megaman into... a chocolate-covered megaman! "oh no this is an AXE commercial! I dont want to be eated!"

One day megaman was in monsteropolis but he was fighting centaur man and he was winning but when he won it turned out that centaur man was actually from equestria and when centaur man esploded at being defeated he turned megaman into pony and then put him in equestria. Suddenyl, megaman took groovy beats and went to ponyville singing "Yo this is a story all about how, my life got flipped, turn upsid-down, and I'd like to take a minute just sit rght there, and I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air." Because Will Smith is his hero and he likes that song so much. But then he couldn't get a hold of Dr Light and maybe Dr Wily will take over monsteropolis! BUT THEN DR WILY WAS TAKING OVER EQUESTRIA WITH EIGTH ROBOT PONIES! WHO STOP DR WILY!?!?!? OOC like dis if u want to join!!!

As it's currently written, this application will only be accepted in crossover, and you can use him for free-for-all, but given the nature of the character this isn't currently acceptable for Mane RP. If you want him to be acceptable for mane RP, there's going to be a lot that needs fixing up. First of all, use of hearts desire to grant permanent supernatural powers is, well, way over the line, and would not be allowed. Though the use of the deadpool mask might possibly be feasible in mane RP, the use of weaponry isn't. As much of the mane RP is G-rated, such a weapon would likely be unsuitable - and, furthermore, there's the question as to how an earth pony would work such mechanisms with nothing but hooves and teeth. Also, keep in mind that the vast majority of mane-style RP involves little or no physical conflict, and more often focuses on character interaction and some peaceable problem-solving. After that, for mane RP, you're going to have to put a fair bit more into his personality, including giving him a home, an occupation, a backstory, a quick story as to how he got his cutiemark, and a bit more of an explanation as to who he is. Furthermore, I'd strongly suggest against making your character be part of any official Equestrian guard, as to do so does require some in-depth understanding of the setting and the organizations. I don't think such a self-stylized 'antihero' archetype would really fit in. Finally, for mane RP, you can't have your character granted his position by Shining Armor, or by any other presently-existing canonical character, without the permission of the player in question. Though Shining Armor (and, for that matter, Princess Celestia) are currently being played by Diomedes, I doubt that he would agree to this as this character currently stands. As crossover RP is largely unrestricted, this will probably pass for crossover RP, but it is a very long way from being acceptable in mane RP.

Looks pretty good, but as a tip, don't keep bumping your thread. Staff look at the applications tagged final at the bottom of the list of applications first, and re-posting in your thread just brings it back to the top of the list. On a litte further reading though, you might want to do a -little- more clarification on what her special talent is. "Being creative" seems a bit vague, though if that's what it is, should be fine. I'd suggest narrowing it down to a bit more of a refined field, but that's probably not necessary. Other'n that, you're probably set!

Just a few things to touch up with this application - so far, it's pretty good, but it is missing a couple key areas. First and more importantly of all, most characters require a brief story as to how they acquired their cutiemark. This only has to be a few sentences to a pagagraph, but given that in the MLP setting the cutiemark holds a serious social significance, it does help to define the character to some extent. Second and more optional is his backstory. Your summary of who he is gives a fairly good idea, but it may behoove you to give some idea as to how he got to be who he is. Not only does it help flesh out the character, but it does give him a bit more to talk about should you choose to have him reminisce. Other'n that, good work, slick!

I'd still say it looks like mind control and that yes, in fact, you really should consider giving this character a rewrite. Though your use of it is reasonably benign, it sets a precedent that could become incredibly problematic if other users decide to use this one as an example of abilities allowed.

Apparently, every now and then I repeat the word "potato" up to eighty times in my sleep. ...I don't care enough to figure out why.

"Well, I found her, as an egg, while on a trip with a bunch of other dragons. I just brought her back to the library and she hatched, really, nothing else to it! But... I'm not so sure that was a great idea. I probably should've brought the egg back to her parents." A sigh from the under-aged dragon, a bit of a grim expression on his face. Given the sheer scale of property damage, and the fact that he really didn't know how to raise a phoenix... well, maybe he could ask Celestia? Or... maybe just try and find her a home where she belongs. It was a bit of a point of indecision, really, but that was not the point of the conversation at hand. He stopped, briefly, but quickly replaced his focus where it belonged - on recounting what had happened to the library. "Anyhow, um, after that, I kind of tried to put out the fire - aaaand it turns out that Phoenix-fire burns way hotter than anything I ever had to deal with, so I kind of got burned. Which, uh, surprised me a lot, and I, uh, mighta sorta screamed a bit... aaaaaand I kind of lit the window-frame on fire by accident while trying to put my arm out." A wince, and a bit of a show of the burnt scales on his left arm. It hurt, certainly, and it was far from comfortable - but, baby or no, he was a dragon, and those didn't suffer injury easily. "It went downhill from there, because apparently some of the burning window fell down to ground level, and lit up some of the grass at the base of the library. That's what started getting attention. Unfortunately... Well..." He trailed off from there, giving Twilight another apologetic glance. She'd been a bit more aware of what was going on outside than he had, at that point, seeing as he'd been in something of a blind panic, and she was rushing books out of harm's way.

"Oh, come on, Odo! Shince when have I ever put anyone but myself in harm's way?" "This week? You nearly got Rom fried fixing the holosuites, your so-called 'replicator failures' put three of your customers in Sickbay, you left one of your Dabo girls facing two angry Klingons by herself, and your attempts to use Nog for duterium smuggling nearly ended his career with Starfleet." "Simply accidents, Odo! I never put anyone in thoshe situations. They simply happened." "Yes, I'm sure you tell yourself that so often you might almost believe it." "...You stiiiiiill don't trust me, do you, Odo? Here I go, putting forward my own reshources, my time, my help forw-" "Rom's help, you mean." "-a... Rom's help... Paid for out of my own profits, I'll have you know! I give and I give trying to show you that I want to help your efforts with security, and here I am, met with borderline hoshtility! I honeshtly don't know why I bother." "Pfuh! For all I know, this is no more than some ploy to get rid of me. Again." "Ah, now that is where you're ghenuinely wrong. See, without you, I'd have bigger problems. Captain Sishko would put in a new Chief of Security, and the way things are going, whell! I'd either be stuck with Commander Worf, or worse still, the Major. And they wouldn't come to undershtandings the way you and I do, ho ho ho hoooo, no. The words 'better the devil you know' apply." "And which rule of acquisition is that?" "It's a hew-mahn proverb, actually. Though, it roughly correlates with Rule of Acquisition one-hundred and eighty four. Loses something in the translation, though." "I'm supposed to believe that?" "...Well, no. Which is why I have had this device inspected by none less than Chief O'Brian himself. Go ahead! Ask him what this device does, he'll tell you exactly what I've told you - a pershonal teleporter. Works anywhere on the stashion - regardlessh, mind you, of whether the stashion's teleporters are operational or not. Could be ver-ry handy in... shertian situashions." "Humph! We'll see about that." And then, much to his chagrin, Odo had actually tried out the device. Not on the spot, of course - he'd double-checked with O'Brian first. He had no intention of taking Quark's word for anything. But, for the sake of being thorough, he'd attempted to use the teleporter to get from his office to his quarters. Instead, he was on a particularly bright, rather clement planet, not far from some sort of indiginous settlement. Not that he knew it, but Constable Odo'ital was standing just outside of Ponyville, and despite his efforts with the troublesome device, he wasn't going anywhere else. It's actually a rather nice summer day, all told - a few clouds dot the skyline, a light breeze offers some measure of relapse to those working themselves hardest on such a fine august day. A few songbirds tittered and chirped in the trees, calling to one-another as to who might call which particular tree their territory. It only gave the six-foot-tall, somewhat clay-faced humanoid in a full-body beige security outfit more contrast to his vivid surroundings - for now, he did not so much 'blend in' as he did 'stick out like a sore thumb'. Though, frankly, given that the majority of equestrians lack thumbs, this expression might not be so particularly apt. There was a moment of pondering, a glance up into the sky, and then Odo hissed a single word, his tone infuriated beyond his usual range of emotion. "Quaaaaarrrrk!" But, the question remained - who would find the wayward changeling?

Because why not. Ignition gets somethingwordless and guitary. Cloudmane / Mirthbane, at least when he's not gruochy, gets Fate of the Stars, by Tally Hall

Hmmmm... One shy, a bit meek, the other sincere, but a little empassioned. Would it work? It might work. No, wait, it -should- work. Possibly-probably! ...Maybe! It was a puzzler, indeed, but after a half-hour of self-indulgent thought, Matchie figured that it would probably work out just fine! Two more letters, off off and away! The first, to Cinnamon love! Hopefully, it wouldn't take too long for the mail to travel all the way to the gallapagos! But, with it, just a little prize - she had her ways, of course, making sure bookings and places were available. So, into each envelope went a ticket - specifically, a ticket for the Manehattan County Fair, which would take place in just under two weeks' time! "Congratulations! We've found you a match based on the information you've sent us! Your match is a young lady by the name of Spring Shimmer, a bit of a farming gal - white coat, blonde mane, and probably some sort of eye-colour. Sorry, didn't get that from her, either! Seeing as she's here in Fillydelphia and you're in the Gallapagos, I figure the two of you might meet in the 'middle' and spend some time in Manehattan - two tickets for the County Fair! You're welcome! Let me know if anything needs changing! Hope it works out! -Matchie" Stamp, sealed, smirked at, and that was one letter ready to go! Now, onto the local gal! A ticket for her too, of course. Thank goodness for publicly-funded services. "Congratulations, Spring Shimmer! We've found you a match based on the information you've sent us! Your match is a gal by the name of Cinnamon Love, a bit of spicy mare - look for a lady with a soft red coat fading down to black near her hooves. At least, that's what she told me! Seeing as she's all the way over on the Gallapagos and you're here in sweet little Fillydelphia, I figure the two of you might meet in the 'middle' and spend some time in Manehattan - two tickets for the County Fair! Hope you don't mind! Let me know if anything needs changing! One way or the other? Have fun! -Matchie" Aaaaand away went that letter! Well, all the way to the mailbox, at least. Whew! Two more down, and a dozen to go... Oh, darn it, she'd indulge a bit! A slip of her hoof under the desk, and bam! Bernard Coltibeau chocolates. Just two! Delicious!

No, valoren, you actually have to fill out the IC application form in the IC thread. Also I don't consider Valoren Seeker to be acceptable under current application standards.

Ok ok ok this isn't an OC, but could you maybe make a picture of Luna as some sort of superhero. Possibly punching her way through a brick wall. That'd be so awesome. I'm super serious.

Alicorns - suddenly, the Pony equivalent of Archons. THE MERGING IS COMPLETE.

Ah, look at this, somebody who appreciates excellent games. Aaaand also you may wanna avoid using the three-letter f-word there, just a heads up, the community is after all G-rated! Anyhow, welcome to Canterlot! We have artists here of quite some variety, writers ranging from the mundane to the deranged, and a great much else! Just ask if you need pointers on anything!

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