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Oh sorry add her to it if its not to much to ask, make the kiss kindo awkward (like they're faces are 'ummwut?") cuz they dont rly know eachother. If you want to get romantic thats fine

Would you mind having a take on him? I know i haven't posted the defintive I've made of what he looks like (its sitting on my desk but the scanner isn't working) but I would love to see someone else's take on it. In case you miss it, he wears a straw hat

Name: Colturnius Viator Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Unicorn Pelt: Tan Mane/Tail/Colorings: Brown, mane is tied in a ponytail, wears a straw hat Eye Color: Green Cutie Mark: Fiddle Physique: Small and scrawny due to his early urchin lifestyle Origin: Raised as a street urchin in Roam Roleplay Type: Mane RP Occupation: Traveling Fiddle Player Motivation: To see the world, entertain the lower masses. To find his parents. Likes: Roses, Mares, Music, Architecture and other sites, small gatherings Dislikes: Waiting, the upper class Summary: The bustling city of Roam had its streets filled with the various species that occupied the Equestria state. Earth ponies, unicorns, and Pegasus bought and sold their wares in the marketplace, built on the ruins of the old forum that stood proudly when this city and its people ruled most of the known world. A child street urchin sat in the shadows of a tall apartment building. There were, virtually, no alleys for him to hide in. The city was built on a grid system, well ever since Celestia came to power, defeated the empire, and put Roam under its vassalage. As did most urchins in the city, he huddle at the foot of a building near the marketplace (or the city gates) to try and pick a spare coin, some playing music or doing other talents or selling almost worthless products to people who felt bad enough to spend a bit for their next meal. The small, homeless huddle was overshadowed however by the grandeur of the rebuilt forum. Colturnius enjoyed the site of the wondrous market. He watched the banners of Roam flying high off the buildings, the spectacularly designed stands with their gilded tapestries, and the smell of the various food stocks being cooked or jarred for long travel. Colturnius wished he could’ve been alive during these glory days of the empire he heard talked about. Viator, no matter what he believed as a foal, still was stuck on the streets; his family suddenly packed their things and left the city in the middle of still night while he was sleeping. He didn’t remember much of his old home, nor his family. All he could remember is waking up that spring morning, hearing the birds chirping, and finding the house and most of its stocks empty. The city officials then came and foreclosed the house. The orphanage was just shut down since Celestia was finding homes for all the lost fillies. But the magistrates ignored this and ignored Colturnius’s needs. Viator was forced to be a unicorn on the streets, not knowing how to use his horn, read, and most importantly, find his talent and his cutie mark. This led him to resent the higher class and take pride in his wandering style. The problem for when he was a foal was, how would he eat, bathe, and all the other ideals that were acquired and considered necessary through civilization? Colturnius adopted, what could be called a Robin Hood style. Stole from the rich and gave to the poor, if the poor were considered mostly him. Through his urchin way of life, he adopted the idea of trying to take what he needed for himself to survive, and protect it at all costs. If he came in to a little bit of extra money, he would hand it over to some other starving or smelling body. However, this act a criminality couldn’t last him forever. His schooling wasn’t what everypony was used to. He picked up current events from the traders, no new nuance there. Math he picked up from coin vendors and the few philosophers and mathematicians that roamed there. Something that had always been a wondrous mystery to him was the outside world. He had heard tales of a sky kingdom in the heavens, producing Equestria’s weather, and a fantastical mystical castle that stood as the landmark of all pony civilization. Viator wanted to see all these sites for himself. But how would he get there? Would he just die of starvation 10 miles outside the city? He was a foal and couldn’t see the world, not until he got some money and experience. His missing parents were something he kept mulling over in his mind from day to day. He planned someday to find him, but his current predicaments were holding him back. First off, he was a filly and that was only apt to change in time. However, he had no money and no way to earn it. Even a little talent, perhaps a hint to his cutie mark, was apt to find him some work or at least get money off the streets. It came to him one summer afternoon. The sun was blazing and Viator tried to find what shade he could near the amphitheatre and listen in on what he could of the music inside. He enjoyed the sounds and melodies created by the instruments. He wished he had a chance to play, but they were expensive and thus buying one was rendered mute. Still, it was somewhat of a passion for him to play something. Who knows, maybe it could become his cutie mark. He sat outside, parched and watching the colored banners fly, thinking about how to earn some loose change. Unicorn magic had also been somewhat of an idea to me, perhaps a money making scheme. Viator didn’t understand how unicorns use their magic or what they used it for. He mostly just watched the unicorns in Roam use their magic to lift and carry things or handle objects more gently for artwork or creating things. A few were just talented at magic and put on shows. Viator assumed that unicorns could do all of this things at least decently. However, he soon found himself struggling to produce any magic say for lifting an empty box a foot off the ground. He muttered a few words to himself, “I’m never going to get out of here.” One day, an elder pony(a gray mare) noticed his presence and took him in. Her desire was somewhat unexplainable to him but she took him off the streets. Colturnius, at first, still behaved as the little rapscallion he was on the streets but soon found his new mentor's love unwavering. She tought him the basics of finance, travel, history, math, and other things left mostly untaught as his days as in urchin, even in such a short time before he left. He found out the old mare's nephew ran one of the music shops and spent his last foal years there, learning what he could but only playing instruments by hand. It wasn't until he was doing one of his semi-daily magical practices in the shop and watched as a violin came floating over did he realize what he wanted to play. When he reached full colthood, he decided to take up the ponysona of a traveling player, playing at small gatherings or just in the streets for a few bits to keep him going. However, his ‘début’ on the streets earned him plenty of money, so much he didn’t know what to do with it all. He decided what he did during his rascal days as a foal before he was taken in and give it to his new mother for all she did(even if it was during his mid-late foal years) and the street walkers. Soon after, he left Roam. His adopted mother gave him his straw hat he currently wears at the gates. Viator set out across the world, seeing wonderful and breathtaking sites. He has been called somewhat of a mysterious charmer by the marefolk. They find him likeable and alluring. Viator is also on a subquest to find his real parents, wherever they may be. Currently Traveling in: Greater Equestria

u, mister, are the most lucky person alive. I only know of 2 bronies in my school and i only hav 1 class with either of them and not lunch

New Super Mario Bros

Also taking performing arts. However, most of the electives have to do with the social sciences like history and finance. there are earth sciences later on for juniors and seniors (marine biology is one i wanna take)

Passing all my freshman classes in all honors. Idk when exams are but I'll pass xD enjoying honors world history nxt year gonna take honors USA history, AP world history and medieval history-finance as my electives

Welcome to Canterlot!

Welcome to Canterlot! Ever watched Spice and Wolf or Bobobo they're like a couple of the few anime ive seen xD

green harry potter and the deathly hallows p 2 dvd?

Too many problems in ponyville OH NOT THE SUNGLASSES Rainbow 'Danger' Dash Autobiography of Dash written by Spike xD Look at all the cute lil Fillies Wait is a nerdowell (however its spelled) a bad doer? Ponyville has a dam?! We NEED to RP this! Are thos tesla coils on it? ITS TWILIGHT! WAIT WINGS?!!!! Granny AGAIN OMG 3 OF EM

Powdered cheered at Whirlwind's glee. Ardent Fate told her to stick close if she's scared. However, Ardent said this a little too seriously for her enthusiasm to go unwavering. Snow remembered how the filly acted when they started talking. Perhaps this was the way she acted since she hadn't socialized almost at all during her years. Still, it seemed strange to her. She skulked over, trying not to offend Ardent with neglect or make her feel weird, to Whirlwind. "Where is this monster, Captain?" she asked

Heres a better thing of what i want- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQg_0p0b6rM a repeating of this Thanks

Applejack, when will you get YOUR episode? D: she needs one!

Welcome to Canterlot. I too joined the pony fandom after season 2 started and was able to catch up in a week or so xD What places have you been to? I'm fascinated by world culture, history, and architecture

"This Guardian of the Veil would surely join your adventures this Nightmare Night." answered Powdered Snow. New friends in a new town. This could be very fun looking for this mythological beast, even if it was all in their head. Whirlwind seemed pretty entertaining and Ardent, even though she was a little off, was pretty fun too. This could be a pretty fun night with these two ponies. "Let us find this 'Headless Horse' and teach him a lesson."

Great. Whos gonna be Hank of the RP now? him and his propeller xD

Welcome to Canterlot. Guten tag(German)

Is that a skull on her flank? behind the bird?

If you're comparing her age to human years, I believe she would be a young mare actually. Also, the number thing is the cutie mark story! How did she get it, whats it mean, bla bla you get it. It's what makes your pony unique and shows its ideals