GhostGirl

Nowhere. Pittsburgh is a city, not a state. Nevada is a state.

Ghost Writer spluttered a little as she heard Spotlight's thoughts. "But-- well-- see here--!" She couldn't quite get out what she was attempting to say in response. We need to leave in the morning, Spotlight! We can't be out having fun until Celestia knows what time! The young mare wished opening her mouth were just a little bit easier. Her time spent in Canterlot learning to be quiet around high society hadn't quite set her up to be a loud and boisterous sort of leader. Her spluttering ended as Eloquence's calm demeanor broke into her hearing and line of sight. She was still only just getting used to the feeling of a zebra hoof just below her horn.

As Eloquence explained what she and Spotlight had planned, or rather, the difference between what the two thought they had planned, Ghost Writer chuckled a little and winked at the zebra mare. "The cafe sounds delightful, I must say. I'm much less likely to find a nice cup of tea in a club. And perhaps the 'poetry and fable' will provide me a little bit of inspiration to finish up our next play! After all, I need to finish that before our Fet Loch performance so that we'll have it stage-ready by the time we get back to Canterlot! Maybe this time the princesses will even be in attendance!"

Her hopes and dreams had caught hold of her once more, and her vivid imagination ran away with the idea of her performance gaining nationwide acclaim from Princess Celestia herself. Another moment and she'd remembered herself, and where she was. "Anyway, if we go to a club -- I apologize, Spotlight -- we won't likely be ready to leave in the morning. We've got an early start for Stalliongrad in the morning, after all." With a soft smile, she could only hope the pegasus mare would understand completely.

The young playwright watched from the edge of the crowd as it dispersed. Mares and stallions disappeared towards home as the sky grew dimmer and stars began to appear. This was a sight she always enjoyed: the actors heading offstage to remove their costumes, the stagehands milling about to prepare the teardown, the audience departing with a satisfied look about them, and the way the stars and moon cast a dim glow on it all. Just a few years ago, she'd never have though she'd be out of Canterlot, on her own, writing and directing plays with an acting troupe of her very own. With a smile, she glanced to the ground for a moment, then back up to see Spotlight and Eloquence returning from backstage. Spotlight was exuberant, as she always was after a successful show.

Ghost Writer chuckled lightly before weaving her way through the last remnants of the crowd, careful not to venture to close to any of the straggling audience members, not out of hubris, but out of intimidation. She may have managed to scrounge up the courage to leave home with the troupe and travel Equestria, but she still couldn't face a crowd, least of all a crowd of would-be fans if they knew who she was. At last, she met up the stars, a sheepish smile still sitting on her face.

"Do we have plans tonight, girls?" she asked lightly, taking stride alongside Spotlight.

"Come, Ponius; 'tis your penance but to hear

The story of your loves discovered:

That done, our day of marriage shall be yours;

One feast, one house, one mutual happiness."

Ghost Writer shivered in delight as she heard the final lines leave Spotlight's mouth. The air around her tingled as she heard the curtain close and the roar of stamping hooves fill the air. She let out a sigh and set her Colta-Cola on the table backstage as she watched the actors line up for the curtain call. The stagehands waited until the applause died down some before pulling the curtain open to even louder cheers and hoofstamps. There was a twinkling in Ghost's eye while she watched the actors take their bows, each to a louder cheer than the one before him. Finally, the co-stars, Spotlight and Eloquence, took center stage for their bows to the loudest stamping of hooves Ghost had heard since... well... since their performance in Hoofington.

The Two Gentlemares of Trottingham was going far better than she expected, and she had only Shakesbeard to thank for her success. She needed something to allow her a break to write an original play again, and she felt a little self-centered if they did runs of two of her plays one right after another anyhow.

As the crowd continued cheering and stamping their hooves, Ghost Writer slipped out of the backstage area and into the crowd. She figured if she got out before the actors descended from the stage, she'd have a better chance of avoiding too much attention. Adoring fans and swarming ponies didn't suit the young playwright as well as they did her actors and actresses.

Best if you go ahead and re-open Pinkie. Sorry, busy caught up with me and hasn't let go.

I wanna help I wanna help!

Refs:

http://www.nabyn.com/gallery.php?id=3045

Ghost Writer levitated her saddlebags, packed with snacks and Colta-Cola and a notebook and pencils, onto her back as she walked out of the trailer. She glanced toward the center of the camp the troupe had set up for the next couple of days to see the actors running lines for the play they were taking into Trottingham. It was surreal, hearing such talented actors speak what she wrote and perform it in front of crowds. Almost as surreal as holding a successfully published, bound novel that she had written. One of the actors broke character and glanced toward Ghost inquisitively, then nodded as the writer jerked her head back towards one of the Nimbusgait Lakes. He quickly returned to running lines, and Ghost Writer turned and trotted off towards the edge of the lake.

She arrived at the shore with a light blue flower tucked into one ear and an open Colta-Cola floating along beside her. Gracefully, she settled in a grassy spot and settled the drink into the sad a short ways in front of her. Magicking her notebook and a pencil out of her saddle bags, she opened her notebook and pinned it under one foreleg to keep the slight breeze from playing with the individual sheets of paper. She quickly set about scribbling down setting and plot ideas for a new novel and eventually found herself singing a song, watching the waves as they sparkled in the afternoon sunlight, the breeze carrying her voice away.

I really love sushi, and I really hate steamed spinach.

1. For as much as I hate steamed spinach, baby spinach makes for a great replacement for iceberg lettuce in a salad or a sandwich.

2. I've made sushi before, but I haven't made sushi since before I bought my sushi-making kit. Fish is expensive.

3. I can't cook potatoes. If you want potatoes in my house, you make them yourself.

What's your dream house?

Fully edited, ready for re-assessment.

Favorite class? Hmmm... Spanish 4. Least favorite class? EFFECTIVE COMMUNICATIONS THAT CLASS WAS HORRIBLE.

1. I have gothic tendencies in clothing, and my wardrobe reflects that to this day. 95% of my shirts are black. I only wear dark-colored jeans. If I could find a store that still sells Tripps (those chainy pants) I would buy them, but only Men's Tripps because women's Tripps suck.

2. I hate Women's clothing with a passion. I should be able to fit my hands in my back pockets and my wallet and cell phone in my front pockets.

3. I hate shopping for clothes, partially because I hate being surrounded by people and partially because it takes me hours to find a single pair of jeans that fits anywhere near right.

What's the geekiest thing you've ever done?

100%. All my socks are the sa-- wait, I have one pair of knee-high argyle socks. So. 99.5%?

1. I absolutely hate hate HATE the feeling of spiders crawling on me, even though I'm utterly fascinated. As much as I would love to have one as a pet, I couldn't ever do it.

2. Ratties are my favorite pet of all time, and I miss having one on my shoulder all the time.

3. Even though I'm very obviously female, if I wear a baggy shirt/hoodie and baggy jeans and I keep my hair short (all of which I do a lot), my face and voice are so androgynous that due to what I generally talk about I get mistaken for a guy.

If you were a superhero, what would your power be? And you only get ONE.

The Abyss? I'm familiar with the Abyss. That's my home- wait, this isn't DnD.

HEY WAIT. I'M NOT A HIPSTER. MEANIE.

And here I am, officially joining, because buck sleep.

What /is/ a sleeping pattern anyhow? I don't think that's in my vocabulary anymore.

"he?" "HE?"

...Sir, you lose points for failing to read my name. :<

Pinkie Pinkie Pinkie Pinkie, I wanna be Pinkie. ='D

Can I please?

Everything here looks pretty great except that you gave her sharp teeth, and the meat of the "origin" section should be in the character summary. Origin/Residence is literally just the name of the town where she lives.

Anyway, I don't see the mods letting her sharp teeth fly, so, as neat as I think that is, I'm sure you'll have to change it.

Also, make sure to tag the end of the title of your app with [WiP] or [Final]. When you're editing your app, click full editor to edit the title as well.

Otherwise, this looks great to me! ^^

Well, it's your choice. It's just easier on you /and/ the staff who'll look at this if you go ahead and mark it Crossover. Also, most staff won't look at it until it's marked Final rather than WiP.

No matter what his backstory is, the mods are going to say he has to be Crossover, so if you're deadset on Draco having dragon wings, mark him Crossover. There's no way around it.

Staff usually won't critique your app until it's switched to final, but every once in a while one of us users pops in to see what's what with a WiP character. Quick note:

The motivations you have listed are what your character wants to do, but what should be listed is why your character wants to do these things! For example, my first OC, Storm Medley, works herself to the bone. Why? Because she wants to do the best she can. That is her motivation for working so hard. Another good one, perhaps one you can pick out better, is Twilight Sparkle. She wants to read pretty much every book she comes across, informative or otherwise. Why does she want to do this? Because she wants to learn as much as she can. Her motivation is a desire to learn.

Your characters goals should be listed in the character summary, but WHY he wants to accomplish those goals should be listed under Motivations.

Another note: Have you possibly considered Stalliongrad instead of Canterlot as your character's residence? Stalliongrad is more industrially minded, a perfect place to open up a metalworks. We've got a map and some more information on it here. Just something to consider.

Otherwise this app, to me, looks fantastic, and should be ready to switch to final.

Yes, they do, but it may take a tic for them to get around to it. They also post letting you know it's been assessed and accepted.

Serenity eyed the stage warily from her spot a few hundred yards out from it. She'd been enjoying a small meal and a cup of tea when they started building it and they were nearly finished with it now. Intrigued, the peryton considered venturing down to see what was going on. As it got later and more ponies crowded around the stage, Serenity decided she might as well see what was up. With so many ponies around, they'd hardly notice a winged deer wondering around, and her antlers would be hidden anyway. Quickly raising a hoof to doublecheck that her puff of mane was hiding her antlers, she packed up her supplies once more and wondered toward the stage. Coming up from behind it, she was in the perfect spot to see a particularly worried-looking red unicorn pacing back and forth.

The doe tilted her head to one side and wandered up to Blaze Bright. "Hullo!" she said, easing out a little of her peryton magic to calm the mare. "You seem rather worried... What's wrong?"

Storm Medley dashed out of the storm, wings ablur and lightning crackling off her body back into the stormclouds. No, no, no, no, no! she raged in her mind. I can't have lost control, IT'S MY STORM. She veered up and around, looped the loop, and flew back into the storm upside down. She felt the raindrops whip around her as she flew through the black clouds to the center of the storm and struggled to regain control of what she'd started. She couldn't remember having started a storm so big since she first got her cutie mark. Slowly the storm dwindled back down to a manageable size, something that would be safe to be in.

Oddly, though, Stormy zigged when she should have zagged, and was tossed back out of the storm after having been hit by a lightning bolt. She landed next to Gale and shook her head, wiggling her hooves about as she tried to regain her wits. Opening her eyes once more, she looked up to see her cousin.

"Oh. Hi, Gale!" Stormy's voice broke as she spoke and struggled back up onto her feet. "Funny I should run into you. I was actually just looking for you! Iiiiiii... don't remember why. But it involved food and planning a surprise party for my dad and... I don't remember what else. I just realized I have terrible memory."

Serenity fluttered her wings and trotted just barely ahead of the smallish colt she'd just obtained as her helper.

"Sorry about that!" she giggled. "I just ran into a bit of a pickle and I needed a bit of help. You're just the right size to help me~!" Her voice sang a little as she trotted along, ducking beneath low branches and dancing between trees, spreading her wings occasionally to help keep her balance on the rocky path.

She paused momentarily and looked up at the trees above her. After a second she started off to the right, having remembered where she was, and where she wanted to be.

"My name's Serenity, by the way! What's yours?" Her eyes twinkled as she looked back at the earth pony behind her.

Serenity danced on her hooves for a second as her mind raced. What to do, what to dooooo, she thought. Something suddenly clicked in her head, but she kept dancing on her hooves, feigning impatience.

"What?" she said, letting go of Reno's tail and letting her calming powers ease out of her nubby antlers a little at a time. "No, you don't understand. He's my little brother. I need his help. Come on, let's goooo." Continuing her facade of impatience, she flapped her useless little wings quickly as she spoke. With that she made a grab for Reno's tail again, noting that by now the group of foals should be rather calmer than they were when she first glided in.