Snowshoe

Muggo' Ale did notice that Fire was blushing, mostly from having known her so long rather than any redness, but before he could question he was ordered to take Tin Pan and Fire Walker out to the griffons on the balcony. Simple enough. "Follow me," he said, heading out. He was still getting his bearings, but it was easy enough to get back to the balcony and face down...well, there was now five griffons, as more had joined the two he'd fought. He stood tall and grinned. "Nice stuff. Looks a bit on the tacky side, in me honest opinion," he said casually. He waited for Fire Walker and Tin Pan to finish, and he nodded idly. "Aye. An' ya really got no place t'run. Either through us or to the group below, either way, yer caught." He truly was expecting the griffons to give up, not thinking they'd honestly keep trying to take the ship after being beaten back so badly, and delayed enough that help was probably close by at this point. He then looked at Fire Walker and leaned over a bit. "Since when do we not sneak up an' trick opponents?" he whispered. His looking away meant he wasn't ready for the attack, still believing the griffons would have stopped. Before he could react, however, the corridor filled with smoke, and as he went to charge at the griffons he felt something sticky catch in his fur and hooves. "Grah!" he fell flat on his face, his rear hooves stuck to the deck while his forehooves tried to keep him going. "Celestia t'underin'...how in Equestria..." he grunted and tried to get up as best he could. It was hard to see where he, or anypony else, was. "Fire! Other b'y! Could use a bit o' a hoof here!"

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3819580/ First roll was for the glue, so obviously I dun goof'd and the second roll is of no consequence xD

I'll roll later today, got some exams first.

Snowshoe: 1. Would talk about her past, her numerous scars, why she hates the Enclave, and anything and everything mechanical. 2. Wouldn't talk about her flank scar without some prodding/support. 3. She'll talk freely to anypony, even Gridpoint (just with a heavy hint of sarcasm) 4. She may want to ask about Arik's arms. Slip Gun: 1. Would talk about his condition, scientific matters, and the book he carries in his saddlebag. 2. Wouldn't talk about his past much, because he doesn't know anything. 3. Would talk to anyone. 4. Wants to ask about nothing yet.

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria (Mane) Name: Curio Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Earth Pony Eye colour: Golden/Hazel Coat: Light blue Mane/Tail: Blue. Tail is short and rather straight, mane is typically long and straight as well, spikey toward the bottom, when he's off work. In his persona, his mane is done up in braids. Physique: Average Residence: Canterlot Occupation: Adventurer, seller of mysteries and curiosities Cutie Mark: An unrolled map with three bits on it History: Nopony knows where Curio is from...and he's not apt to tell. At least, that's the story he's cultivated. Curio is part actor, part adventurer, part merchant, and part huckster. If six ponies asked Curio, while he was at his shop, what his story was, each would come out with six answers. He doesn't do it because he's ashamed of his past, nor because he doesn't want folks to know...he does it because it's fun and it drums up business. In actuality, Curio is not from the Far East as he claims (nor Unyasi as he has also claimed) but from Canterlot, the son of a cook and a merchant (father and mother respectively). His mother's shop, selling scarves and jewellery her friends made, was the inspiration for Curio to create Curio's Relic Shoppe and his future occupation. His life was fairly average. He went to school like most other fillies and colts his age, and had his friends. Some days, he'd help his mother out in the shop. One particular day, after getting heavily engrossed in a Daring Do novel, he began to make up stories about things. That beaded cloth bag was suddenly based on an ancient griffon tradition. The colourful scarves were straight from Stalliongrad, and each colour had a meaning. Of course, it was all horsefeathers, but he discovered two things. One, the stories made the items sell like hotcakes. And two, his flank, blank for a lot longer than most of his friends and classmates (to the point where he was wondering if he'd ever get one), was soon adorned with an unrolled map and three gold bits...a sign that maybe his talents lay not in cooking, like his father (Curio was a terrible cook), but maybe in selling goods. The map confused him for a while, but eventually he gave up questioning and just enjoyed his newly found cutie mark. Later, he found himself on a trip to the edge of the griffon lands, near the desert. At this point it'd been a good few years since he got his cutie mark and had been continuing to weave his (false) tales of mystery and tradition behind the stuff his mother and her friends made to sell. For the first time in a long time, he was pondering the map on his cutie mark when his hoof smacked into something and he tripped into the mud. After brushing himself off and checking it out, he discovered he'd tripped over a rock. But not just any rock...it had strange carvings all over it, and it was clearly some kind of ancient art. He stowed it in his saddlebags, and when he finally returned to Canterlot, brought it to an expert in antiquities, who promptly informed him it was of ancient zebra make. A couple fast-paced offers later, and Curio was less one zebra carving, and up one sack of bits. It all suddenly made sense to him. The map was a sign...he wasn't just destined to sell things. He was destined to explore and find more things to sell. And so began Curio's quest. He went back to the griffon lands, then to the swamps of southwestern Equestria, the plains of Unyasi, the cold reaches of the Badlands and Stalliongrad. He hunted for items, collected trinkets and baubles from antique stores there. Anything he thought he could sell. It took him a few years, but he eventually bought himself a small store down a Canterlot sidestreet. It wasn't much, but it was home and a business to him. Time went by, and Curio found his shop not as busy as he'd like. He'd put out ads and signs, but only avid collectors of whatever he had came by. It took him a moment to figure out what he needed to do...and it was what had gotten him started in the first place. A trip to the tailor's, and a quick overhaul of the shop's decor, and the Relic Shoppe became something entirely different. No longer a bright antique store manned by a mild-mannered stallion. The next pony who came in found a dark, mysterious building. Countless artifacts from Celestia knows where filled the shelves, and it was all manned by a strange stallion with an accent nopony could place (it was faked, created by Curio), and a funny little hat. Soon, business started to roll in. Who was this mysterious pony? Where did he get these old relics? Where was he even from? What were all these old items he found? Nopony knew, and that's what brought him customers: as word of mouth spread, more ponies wanted to meet Curio, and walk away with an item of mysterious background. Of course, most of it was all just inert, boring things. Art, some furniture, some jewellery. Very rarely he'd actually acquire an item of real value, or real power, but it has happened...he just doesn't know it. Character Summary: While at work, Curio wears a faux-Eastern outfit designed off something he found in a costume shop, built by a Canterlot tailor. He even speaks in a fake accent, not from anywhere in particular, but made to make the whole place seem exotic. He rarely gives out details about himself or his items, just keeping it vague and mysterious. When not at work, he's a cheerful and rather average stallion, with a tendency toward the snarky at times, not because he's particularly mean, he does mean well. It's just that a few years of keeping up a persona for his shop has made him think of most ponies as gullible. His real voice, real accent, is rather standard Canterlot as well. Aside from his talent at acting, he's a fan of adventuring, though his exploits aren't anything to write home about. No hidden lairs, no ancient ruins. Just tucked away stores like his own, and the occasional trip with an archaeology expedition. This doesn't stop him from wanting to travel as much as he can, however. He's not perfect, however. His snark has sometimes gotten him in trouble with authorities abroad, like the one time he accidentally bought a stolen art piece and tried to smuggle it past the griffon officers on his way out...using a non-existent charm and wit. He relies mostly on the persona of Curio rather than his own personality, not having a good way with words. His chief fear is that either ponies will lose interest with his shop, or he's going to run out of relics to sell, long before he's ready to retire...because he doesn't have many other talents. He'd try his hoof at acting, but he knows that if he doesn't make it big with that, he won't exactly be rolling in bits. Gallery 1 2 3

I dunno if I mentioned this, but Total, RE: my last post. That's the gist of what I wanted to have happen in that other FOE RP I made with Arik and Slip. The idea was for their group to make for Fillydelphia, drop the item, and instead of having their money placed, they were captured instead. The group had the choice to either find their own ways out, or escape together. I'll assume Arik and Slip grouped up to escape.

Wind Rider looked around, taking in what was going on. Not much had changed in the bar, for a while. Down at one end was another pegasus with quite the order of food, who commented on the Wonderbolts in the room. He chuckled. "We're pegasi. That's a given, my friend," he said with a laugh. "It's as Martini said...everypony with wings who can help is out. You should have seen the Hoofington staging area. Tons of volunteers in vests," he mused. It was nice to see communities getting together to help with this stuff. Still, he wished he could be back, helping with the cleanup. Canterlot was mostly protected with the mountains, Cloudsdale was used to heavy storms, being a pegasus city and all, but Hoofington wasn't built to withstand this. He'd be picking pieces of his roof off the ground for days. "Well, I'm glad you're alright," he said sincerely to Misty Morning. He knew it was tough to fly in a usual storm, let alone something like this. "I'm Wind Rider. A pleasure to meet you...and, I have to add, an honour to meet a Wonderbolt first-hoof, not something usual for me," he admitted with a chuckle. He'd always wanted to meet a Wonderbolt, and it seemed like he'd finally gotten his chance. The stallion idly stretched out his wings. While he was dry, the hard pace he'd set to land safely in Canterlot was starting to come back and hit him. His wings were starting to ache a bit. "Anypony know when this is supposed to let up?" he mused out-loud. "I lost track of its progress on the way here."

This sounds like precisely the duel. You start reasonably small and simple, and work your way up. The one that either can't keep up their spells due to lack of endurance, or can't match the other's level, loses. Trixie pulled out a top level spell that Twilight couldn't match, and so she lost. As for the ep itself, I loved it. I love me some Trixie so her return was great. And then there was the zebra magic that we see for the first time, which is cool.

Also known colloquially as VIKING METAAAAAAL.

Sounds good to me. And yeah, Slip Gun's backstory can be anywhere. Snowshoe's can too, I just have to mention that. And it's not imperative at all ^^

Ah, fair enough. And hte NCR only starts during the epilogue. We'll just see what Korok says. My character's story is easy to bend to whatever time, so I'm good.

Gimme the tl;dr as to why you can't get him his coat, or the peppermint oil? New Arbu is kinda self explanatory xD

That's what I'm doing. Fic-Canon for Snowshoe and Slip Gun is that they both lived long before the events of FOE. To put into perspective, when Snowshoe eventually dies of old age, it's a scant few weeks before Littlepip does her stuff.

She won't kill him, just not like him travelling with them xD Also I'm curious about the timeline. I'm assuming this is before the events of the actual fic, right? Or at least early on? Technically Snowshoe's dead by then by her actual timeline, but whatever xD And even if it is she has met the Enclave before Op. Cauterize.

Peruse the thread and check out Flutterscotch's suggestions. Bro's got a great taste in country xD

Try keeping away from death metal and the like. You mentioned earlier metal bands, so that's awesome. Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Motorhead (my personal favourite). Our tastes are mostly similar though xD I haven't found much good modern metal yet. For more modern stuff, I recommend the following: Kamelot. They do symphonic metal, and while a few of their songs do have a black metal singer growling out some lyrics, the main body of the work, the singer keeps the singing rather clear and easy to understand. Check out March of Mephisto, it shows off what I mean. Like Led Zeppelin or Dragonforce with their sometimes fantasy-themed lyrics? Like Trans-Siberian Orchestra? Check out Savatage, an 80s metal band made up of the early members of TSO. Hall of the Mountain King. Coming to more modern stuff, there's Disturbed. Sometimes their singer gets a little growly, sometimes the music gets noisy, but then you get things like their absolutely stellar cover of Genesis' Land of Confusion. Content warning: some of their songs can get rather intense. I highly recommend listening only to the Canadian Radio Edit version of Down with the Sickness, which has a relatively disturbing screamed section toward the end, which most radio edits, especially the Canadian one, gets rid of entirely. These next too fall more into the hard rock category over the metal category, but I'd say they straddle the line a bit. I highly recommend Halestorm, a female-led hard rock/alt metal band. Check out their cover of Lady Gaga's Bad Romance. Content warning: a good number of their songs deal with..."adult" situations, and while the language is usually tame, if you don't like songs about "romance", keep away. And finally, Shinedown. Their library changes up rather often. On one hand you have some great hard rock like Sound of Madness (no link due to mild language) and Devour, but then you also get things like Unity, an amazingly upbeat and awesome song. Enjoy the rock, my friend. If you have a good hard rock station in your area, I'd recommend listening to it once in a while. Or if you're bored, Buffalo, NY has a great alt-rock/metal station called 103.3 The Edge. You can check their stream here if ever you get bored online.

How about country songs that aren't all about girlfriends leaving, trucks breaking down, and dogs running away? Gordon Lightfoot, full stop. Sundown, in my last post, is one of my favourite Lightfoot songs of all time. There's also Carefree Highway, an almost cheery, lethargic song about someone trying to get over a bad relationship. Lynyrd Skynyrd's The Ballad of Curtis Loew is such an awesome it inspired an entire chapter and character for my Fallout Equestria fic. Just one song. That's how much I love it. And while Flutterscotch mentioned Johnny Cash, I have to as well. Want to feel like the baddest seed around? Play God's Gunna Cut You Down any time. This is sliding more into Rockabilly/Southern blues rock kinda deal, but Allman Brothers Band. Whippin' Post's a good one. And finally, in much the same kind of country-rock than straight up country, The Eagles. Seven Bridges Road is awesome, as is Tequila Sunrise.

Adding on to a list of awesome old country artists: Gordon Lightfoot, and Bobby Mackey. In all srsness, there's very little I won't listen to. I don't like a lot of modern pop, just because I dislike the singers (most of the "popular" bands like Bieber, One Direction, Lady GaGa, and a number of Katy Perry to name a few), I don't like modern hip-hop, nor do I like modern rap. I will listen to slightly older rap, or so-called West Coast rap, however...the latter from lots of Midnight Club LA XD I highly recommend folks that don't like rap straight up to check out the Gorillaz. They usually combine rap with electronic and other kind of music, and get some decent rappers too. Gorillaz - Stylo [Just one or two bits of rap in it, but gives you an idea of the kind of style they use for their songs. WARNING: Most times rap is used, there is minor cursing. This song is safe but you have been warned.]

Hokay, long story short. We've had a PnP game and the DM has been AWOL for a long time. During a recent escapade to try and fill time while he's gone, we had the group amble around Tenpony Tower. Snowshoe offered to buy a round of drinks to celebrate a victorious battle. During this time, one round became multiple, she got into a drinking contest with a Dash-ite scientist, hit on our resident Unity-free alicorn (and offered to let the alicorn do body shots off her, seriously), then, in a drunken stupor, "invented" the trench coat.

The running tally is 4 mares, 5 stallions, a griffon, and an attempt on an alicorn. And let's not lie that attempt on the alicorn was funny. I couldn't breathe and I was writing it xD

Oh don't worry the coming on will happen gradually. Kinda. And yes, violence doesn't concern her much. The math is more important xD

Oooh yeah xD The exact same. She's my new favourite archetype, to the point where I've adapted her to a human character too, for other uses, like Shadowrun.

We all crazy xD Though my fic isn't finished, this Snowshoe is post-fic Snowshoe, so the Wasteland's kinda tweaked her brain something fierce. She's much more fun that way. And yes, she is coming onto Brute.

Yeah that might literally cause her to take a potshot at him, word of warning xD

Oh shoot, Gridpoint's Enclave. This is going to get real fun, real fast when he meets Snowshoe >:3