Flooberoid

Aight Foxxy, I took your suggestion on how to label the thread. And honestly, if it does end up just being the three of us I can maybe add some variety by having some of Hawthorn's family get more involved? Though I don't know how much I want to use them without officially submitting them as OCs. Keeping them pretty generic for now just so they can be easily retconned if I write them more thoroughly later or give them to someone else to write. Anyway, the point is I started the thread and any of y'all can jump in when you like. I assume it's obvious enough but just in case I should point out that the inn Hawthorn ends up at in the end of my establishing post IS in fact the Honest Hearth. Oh, and I changed the title to reflect the altered plot.

Hawthorn takes a deep sniff of the air and exhales in satisfaction. "I knew we'd make something special together if we tried, and you sure as sugarcane didn't let me down! Good work, my little ponies!" He gathers his younger siblings in a group hug at the end of the table, admiring their work. Today had been their first time cooking without him ever putting a hoof on the food. Of course, he had been there to give more than enough advice, and it had taken almost a week to find the absolute highest-quality ingredients for the occasion... but it still felt like the four of them did this all themselves. Looking at the scrumptious results, he can't stop smiling with pride. Moments later, the front door opens and the sound of Ginger Snap's sweet voice snaps Hawthorn back to reality. "Goodness! So much food! What's the occasion?" she asks the group. "Ah! Ma! Well, y'see, you were gonna be workin' all day, so I figured..." Hawthorn starts. "Big bro's teachin' us all to cook!" Sage abruptly chimes in. Ginger Snap blinks, then bursts out laughing. "Oh, you silly fillies and colts! This is very sweet and all, but don't you think you took it a little too far?" Hawthorn looks around one more time. He can't see the table under all the food. There are loaves of bread stacked as high as the Smokey Mountains. Fried apples and apple pies line the counter tops garnished with the omelettes they didn't have space for. Sticks of carrots and celery dangle from the wall clock and are spilling out of the cupboards up high. Most upsettingly, a pile of dirty dishes threatens to spill over and eat the food before they can. "Maybe we did go a little overboard..." Hawthorn admits sheepishly. "Aw shucks, did we mess up after all?" Sage puts her head down in shame. "Naw, I figure it as long as we had fun together it was no mistake!" Hawthorn grins and pats the filly's mane. "Still, no way we're eating all this before some of it spoils... Sure would be a shame to let any of it go to waste..." The next day, Hawthorn is out taking care of business in Ponyville, noticeably lost in thought. It is while giving the ground a thousand yard stare that he accidentally takes a wrong turn and ends up on a street he's never bothered to visit before. He trips on a rock and goes headfirst into the dirt, breaking the trance-like state of troubled thinking. He slowly stands up on shaky forelegs and brushes some of the dust from his mane while trying to get his bearings. "Oww... Great, ya done it again, Hawthorn. This ain't the way to market..." He's about to turn around and head back when he notices a mare and stallion couple laughing and waving behind them as they leave a rather homely-looking building. On further inspection, it seems to be an inn of some kind. Hawthorn suddenly remembers the extra food from yesterday and his cherry red eyes light up with inspiration. He quickly trots up to the door and knocks, but suddenly feels silly for doing so. This is a business during service hours, after all... so he pushes the door open and steps inside. "Hello? Is the owner in?" he calls out. "I have a bit of an odd suggestion, if you'll listen!"

I might just start the thing later tonight as an open thread and let whoever will join join. On a forum I used to be a part of that was a bad idea because there were a lot of people and tons of them didn't even read the rules or submit their characters before trying to post, but this place seems much better managed and much, erm, quieter on that front.

Certainly, Szalhi! Just need to know what character you'd be using if you do decide to join. Lamp definitely seems like a good fit for this! We could probably have it be Hawthorn catering food for the inn instead if you like.

Hi guys! I've been on the forum for a couple days now and haven't really had an opportunity to join any threads yet, and I don't really have a plot in mind for anything big, so... I thought I'd start off with meeting people (and the ponies they play) and making friends through slice-of-life RP! The invitation is open to anypony who could reasonably find themselves looking for fun in Ponyville, so... yeah, pretty much anypony! Premise: Hawthorn gets his hooves on some choice ingredients (which, given the location, is probably mostly apples) and with the help of his siblings is able to whip up a feast of mouth-watering treats that are sure to get ponies galloping in from all over town! Depending on who joins, we could specify a location (otherwise he'd just host it outside his house) or even make it a potluck instead! That's all that's set in stone, but I'm open to other ideas if we wanted to maybe introduce conflict of some sort (just off the top of my head, maybe there's a bad apple in the batch or one of Hawthorn's younger siblings accidentally puts something in the food that gets somepony sick?). The main point, though, is just to have fun and make friends so we can already know each other for future threads.

WHOOPS! It was midnight when I wrote this so I'll just chalk that one up to lack of sleep- Also replying in advance of actually making the change simply because I need to hit three posts total in order to edit. I know, I should have taken care of that BEFORE writing an OC.

Roleplay Type: WoE Name: Hawthorn Sex: Male Age: Young stallion Species: Earth pony Eye colour: Fresh cherry red Coat: Forest green Mane/Tail: Hawthorn’s mane is mostly an earthy brown that loosely falls around the back of his head, ending just short of the base of his neck. In the front, the mane sharply curves upwards and it is here that distinct white strands are visible on the underside of that mass of hair. His tail is short and simple, like a little brown paintbrush. Physique: Small for a stallion, but proportionally strong for his size. Hawthorn’s body conveys his gentle nature rather than his true strength, so he appears lean but still fit. Residence: Family home on the edge of Ponyville Occupation: Apothecary/gardener Cutie Mark: Hawthorn was a blank flank until he was an older colt, nearly a stallion, and his youngest brother was bedridden with a rare and mysterious fever. When he found a lead to the cure- a special herb called the Noble Clover- in one of his father’s books, he dashed out of the house before anyone could stop him and into the Everfree Forest to find one. In his haste to find a clover, Hawthorn managed to get lost in the forest for several hours. He started cursing himself for his recklessness when suddenly he heard the frightened squeaks of an injured chipmunk. Though pressed for time, Hawthorn couldn’t move on without nursing the poor thing back to health. This act was quickly rewarded as the chipmunk led him to a glade where the Noble Clover grew. Upon picking the clover, its image appeared on his flank. The image is a vibrant set of three purple heart-shaped clovers. They symbolize his compassion as well as his talent for creating medicines from herbs. Unique Traits: An encyclopedic knowledge of herbs, flowers and roots that can be used in medicine, and a proficiency in using basic tools like a mortar and pestle. History: Hawthorn is the oldest of five siblings (from oldest to youngest, his brother Parsley, his sisters Sage and Rosemary, and his brother Thyme) raised by a single mother. Since his father, Flax Seed, left their family shortly after Thyme was born, Hawthorn has always helped his mother, Ginger Snap, with the younger kids. He tended to the garden and quickly became familiar with the herbs and spices they grew there on account of him now needing to help cook for the family. Indeed, family was all he had growing up as what few friends he had at school slowly started drifting away from him as he got older and older with still no cutie mark. Anger and frustration at this were overshadowed by loneliness as many moons passed with him still being the oldest blank flank he’d ever met. Over time, Hawthorn started to believe that he was useless, talentless and a burden to those around him. Little did he realize, though, that these feelings of inadequacy over his cutie mark may have been precisely the reason he could never come to realize what his true talent was. The eventual appearance of his cutie mark triggered an epiphany in himself that he needed to stop moping and avoiding other ponies. He realized after healing his youngest brother that his hooves could be used to help and heal. Since then, Hawthorn has been more social and making a genuine effort to help other ponies. In support of this new lifestyle and as thanks for helping their mutual brother, his siblings surprised him with a handmade satchel to carry his remedies and reagents. He has carried it with him every day since. Character Personality: Hawthorn is a friendly a jovial guy who draws his energy and inspiration from helping ponies with their problems and bringing a smile to their faces. Compared to other earth ponies, Hawthorn’s life of raising kids and delicate plants has led him to be extremely gentle in all that he does. He is, of course, very compassionate and always tries his best to understand ponies' feelings. However, he can be quite paranoid and has been known to declare ponies sick when they are merely tired, or assume ponies dislike him when they just want some time alone. He is also easy to fool due to being too trusting and at times naive, no matter how technically intelligent he is. Character Summary: An intelligent and compassionate apothecary who has dedicated his life to helping other ponies with their ailments and afflictions. Pet: The chipmunk Hawthorn saved has started following him around and occasionally helps with tracking down and retrieving important ingredients. He has named the rodent Pinecone due to its messy brown fur resembling the spines on a pine cone.

A Flooberoid is a subspecies of Floob, duh. Anyway, howdy, I'm Flooberoid (AKA Floob, Floo, Snarf) and this ain't my first rodeo when it comes to forum RP. I came upon this site when I was searching for a place to get back into casual RP- that is, RP I can just enjoy without reading a textbook first and rolling a dexterity check every step to avoid tripping over my own hooves. Without disclosing my exact age, I will say I am an adult and have some years' experience in writing and roleplay, so I will take my posts fairly seriously. I'm no novelist, though, and won't expect anyone else to be either. Moving on, what else did y'all ask of me...? Ah, there's not really a story behind how I discovered the show. I just kinda saw some episode reviews (I think it was MrEnter, maybe?) and thought it looked interesting. Aaaaand my favorite pony is a toss-up between Rarity and Fluttershy. Fluttershy is best pony but Rarity gets the best episodes. ... ...Ya didn't think I was gonna say Applejack just 'cause of how I talk, didya? I'm not finished watching the series yet, but I'm not afraid of spoilers either. I kinda view knowing what's gonna happen as just a way to get excited to get there anyway!