Dio

I missed first call

Guess I'll just wait in queue then!

[[ How exactly do you plan on resolving the issue and does it require ciraxis? ]]

Good idea, Tacobob. It will help a lot if we have some cliffnotes to go off for the other Roasters. Our list is getting pretty substantial now, so I just want to remind everypony that you don't have to address EVERYONE on the list. You are welcome to address or rebuff who you want and pass on the others. I will take one more roaster for this list so it doesn't get too out of control. Then we can kick off the party with Lurve Princess!

Col. Ironwing

• Obvious old man jokes are obvious
  
• Was a part of the diplomatic envoy to Aquellia during his prime, spent a lot of time in the griffon lands
  
• Name is from an archaic naming standard
  
• Statuesque physique
  
• Son turned down enlistment to be a mail pony
  
• Late wife was a Wonderbolt
  
• Runs and flies for PT every morning, despite being retired
  
• Retirement jokes
  

Capt. Shining Armor

• Wife tossing
  
• Pretty boy - ridiculously photogenic stallion meme
  
• Boyish looks
  
• Victim of the changeling incident and Sombra's magic
  
• Transferred to the Crystal Empire
  
• Wife is a princess. Being a garrison commander pales in comparison.
  
• Jokes about kids
  
• Overshadowed by sister Princess Twilight Sparkle
  

Ground Rules

• All content must be WOE-appropriate!
  
• Silliness is fine, but maliciousness is not.
  
• Roasters are welcome to roast each other, but the focus should be on Shining Armor.
  
• Try to be creative with your roasts; they do not have to be sex jokes.
  
• Fandom in-jokes are welcome so long as they are appropriate and in-universe.
  
• Humor is key. Have fun with it!
  

Format

• The roastmaster will introduce each roaster
  
• After their introduction, each roaster will have a post to go through their routine where they can choose to give personal anecdotes, stuff about shining armor, or taking a jab at any of the other roasters.
  
• After each roaster has gone, Shining Armor will have his chance at a rebuttal and then the roastmaster will wrap things up.
  
• You are free to RP your roaster’s reaction to being roasted or any mischief to be played during your roast.
  
• Please make it obvious when you are actually giving the roast as opposed to writing a reaction or talking to your neighbor.
  
• Happyfuntimes.
  

The Roasters so far

• Roastmaster: Col. Aristotle Ironwing (ret.) (Diomedes)
  
• Roastee Supreme: Capt. Shining Armor (Diomedes)
  
• Princess Luna (Elderflower)
  
• Princess Cadence (Hurricane)
  
• Princess Twilight Sparkle
  
• Twilight Velvet (Rosewind)
  
• Crescent Sparkle (Steel Eagle)
  
• SSG Night Watcher (Lux)
  
• 1LT Fire Walker (Tacobob)
  
• Col. Pommel (Bellosh101)
  
• 2LT Steel Dagger (Phil the Time Wizard)
  

All roasters/roastees report in!

We're live, everypony!

The ornate doors of the palace complex stand open, aglow with the soft light of aetherlamps. A red carpet traces a path from the castle gates through the courtyard, and into the castle foyer. At the head of this carpet stand guards in formal armor, checking in their comrades and their friends and family to the festivities beyond. You step up to the cordon and the guard ushers you through. The air itself seems alive as ponies clad in military regalia and formal wear mill about on the carpet and the warm strains of jazz music waft from within the castle walls. The entire night awaits you.

What will you do?

The ballroom was abuzz with activity. With hors d’oeuvres and drink in hoof, ponies made their way to their tables, eagerly chatting about the upcoming events on the program. A roast? The voices asked. A comedy show? At the Army Ball? Weren’t the guardsponies merely humorless accessories to the crown? As if to answer their collective questions, a drumroll started up. Colonel Ironwing stepped onto the stage to the fanfare of trumpets, lifting his beret in greeting to the gathered crowd as he approached the microphone. Grabbing the implement in his hooves, he began to speak.

“Fillies and gentlecolts of the Royal Equestrian Army! Friends, family, and avid supporters! I welcome you all to the First Annual Army Ball! We gather here today to honor those who serve, who have served, and who will serve. The Army life isn’t an easy one, but it’s one that every guardspony relishes.” The retired colonel took a moment to adjust his glasses before continuing.

“I myself was a wide-eyed cadet once, making my way through OCS, picking up a degree somewhere in there, and eventually landing a commission in the service of Her Majesty. Although I suppose now it would be Her MajestIES.” A smattering of chuckles rose from the audience as the colonel went on. “I’m seeing a lot of new faces here tonight. Either the optometrist messed up my prescription again or I’m going as senile as my son says I am!”

“But enough about me!” he said with a flourish. “No matter how old we get or how many guard rotations we get stuck in, I always knew the REA boys and girls to be able to throw a great party. And what a party this is! What better way is there to celebrate those who work so tirelessly for us, especially the one in charge of our own Canterlot garrison?”

“You might know him as the face of the REA, the Shield, or Captain Equestria, depending on who you talk to, but there’s no question about his dedication to service and good leadership. Fillies and gentlecolts, tonight we honor a soldier, officer, gentlecolt, scholar, and model Equestrian, our very own SHINING ARMOR!”

The spotlight was nothing new to Shining Armor. After the high profile wedding and the craziness of the Crystal Empire, he was something of a local celebrity. Fame wasn’t his favorite part of the job, but he could certainly handle it so long as he had Cadence by his side. When the retired colonel had approached him about the roast, he was enthusiastic. After all, who wouldn’t want to get in on some good fun and comedy? The captain stood from his guest table and took a bow for his audience before quietly sitting back down.

“So now let’s bring up the first of many roasters to pat you on the back... or kick you in the flank if they so choose! Our first roaster tonight is here with her charm, her wit, and her husband’s reins in hoof, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza!”

Past the ornate doors of the palace entrance, through the gilded vestibule lies the foyer of the castle proper. The atmosphere seemed abuzz with energy, lit by the warm glow of aether lamps and candlelight. Period banners and Army battle standards adorned the walls, highlighted by suits of armor and cases of ancient weapons wielded by the oldest heroes of Equestria. Ponies milled about in the foyer before the event proper, some catching up with family and friends while others waited for an opportunity to see the princess, or perhaps catch a photograph with her!

“Come now, we’ll be late!”

The voice came from a pegasus stallion with a coat of ruddy brown, accented by white feathered fetlocks and a sabled tuft of a beard trimmed to military regulation. The older stallion was heavily built, his shoulders seemingly cast from bronze and his facial features chiseled from solid granite. Despite the wrinkles and his sabled mane and tail, he was very much the quintessence of an REA soldier. Armor was unnecessary for this storied warrior; his formal military regalia was enough.

Retirement was a double-edged sword for Colonel Ironwing. On the one hoof, he could come and go as he pleased. The army no longer set his schedules and told him where to go or what to do. When he traveled to the far-flung lands beyond Equestria, it was on his own terms. Pension was good and free time was bountiful. Of course, on the other hoof, having free time and not much to fill it with was something Ironwing couldn’t stand. PT, meditation, and scholarly study would only stretch so far.

But there was hope. One of the ideas that had been idling on the table of the castle committee and the CRPR was something that the colonel had long supported. At long last his projects were finally coming to fruition. Though he was long-retired, his legacy made him the stallion of choice for hosting such a thing as the Army Ball. Of course, no party would be complete without guests of honor, and what a guest she was! It was always an honor to serve the princesses, and the newly returned Luna was no exception.

As they continued on, the scintillations of camera flashbulbs on the mezzanine made themselves apparent. The photo booth was just ahead.

“Your Majesty,” Aristotle smiled and swept a hoof across the expanse of the foyer. “Your humble audience awaits!”

The Royal Equestrian Army Ball

As you enter the palace, you note the large red carpets, all leading deeper into the interior. You follow the carpet in past stained glass portraits and stately tapestries and suits of ancient armor polished to a mirror sheen. From deep within the castle, wafts the music of a bygone era. Blue notes and jazz chords, walking bass and punchy brass, the warm sounds fall upon your ears, finally engulfing you fully as you step into the grand ballroom.

At the far end of the ballroom stand a bar and buffet. Drinks and hors d'oeuvres are snapped up by talking ponies collected in miniature herds at barstools or around faerie-lamp-lit tables. In the middle of the room is a cleared space of matted flooring, a dance floor for when the party kicks into full swing. But perhaps most enthralling of all is the big band sitting at the front of the ballroom.

Saxophones, trumpets, trombones, a full rhythm section, and even a fiddle. Suddenly the music stops, the drummer kicks into a roll, and the brass plays a blaring fanfare. You catch a glimpse of iridescent silver at stage left as the graceful form of the Princess of the Night, clad in full evening regalia steps onto the stage.

“Fillies and gentlecolts, I give you the Mistress of the Moon, Executor of the Empyrean, the Defender of Dreams, Princess Luna!” With a flourish and a low bow, the master of ceremonies cuts the band off and backs off stage, leaving the limelight focused on Luna. The princess begins her address.

“Equestria is a land of peace, a land guided by harmony and tempered by respect for all living things. But even in a land such as ours, dangers lurk just beyond our safe havens and tranquil dwellings. To safeguard our livelihoods, we require stalwart guardians, faithful sentinels, vigilant watchponies; those who are willing to put themselves in harm’s way to ensure that we remain safe.

“The noble ponies of the Royal Equestrian Army have answered that call. They stand ready to protect, serve, and represent Equestria wherever they go. The volunteers of the REA work tirelessly and give selflessly to ensure our continued prosperity. Tonight is but a small token of appreciation for all who have given their time and efforts to safeguard Equestria. To all who have served and all who continue to serve and all who stand behind them, we thank you!”

She pauses a moment to allow the applause to die down. With a wave of her hoof, the Princess officially kicks off the festivities!

“Thus it is with great pleasure that I welcome you all to the first annual Royal Equestrian Army Ball!”

Acclaim’s goggles glinted harshly in the midday sun, hiding her eyes, but not the presence she carried. This was a mare of command. Her PT jacket bore her name and rank insignia as well as the rearing alicorn emblem of the REA. Notably absent, though, was armor or any sort of weaponry. It was, after all, her physical training gear.

Acclaim immediately clicked her hooves together, snapping off a quick salute to the officer. “Lieutenant! I offer my condolences for your R&R, but we need to be snappy! Are there any civilians left in the immediate vicinity?”

[colour=#b22222]“We managed to successfully remove the civilians and have been trying to keep this creature from beaching itself..."[/colour]

[colour=#daa520]“Quick thinking, good work,”[/colour] she nodded.

[colour=#ff0000]"Hi, nice ta meet ya. So any ideas how to get the walking piece of calamari out of here? Maybe we can have a big sea food fry?"[/colour] He said jokingly. But did lick his beak a bit at the thought of some fried calamari. It had been awhile since he had some of that.

[colour=#daa520]“More trouble than it’s worth, kid. There isn’t a frying pan big enough in Filly to cook that thing!”[/colour]

[colour=#b22222]“So far it hasn't had any luck hitting the lot of us, or the stores, but if its able to get closer, I fear for the safety of the residents who live and work across from the beach. So whatever you need of us to do, we are at your command."[/colour]

[colour=#daa520]“Thank you, ma’am. My boys are working on keeping clearing a lane out to sea for when ground teams get out here. But first order of business for us is to get off the beach.”[/colour]

[colour=#006400]".....You brought no wizards... And despite having no real means to stop this thing Sergeant you say us to retreat?”[/colour]

Acclaim winced at the volume of the sudden outburst. What was... how did... why was he angry? The sergeant looked him up and down. The stallion was pretty beat-up looking, like he’d already dragged himself through the sand several times over. Had he been fighting this thing by himself? Did he have a deathwish?

[colour=#daa520]“I’m getting you out of harm’s way,”[/colour] Acclaim said, looking him dead in the eye. [colour=#daa520]“Keeping the civilians safe is more important than a few smashed piers on the beach!”[/colour]

[colour=#006400]“No....I've seen one settlement razed once and I will not see one again. Even if this thing have to slither over my broken body!"[/colour]

What began as confusion quickly transformed into indignation. She was on a PT flight with her squad; they weren’t even on duty! They dropped in as first responders because NOPONY ELSE DID. By now the ground teams were probably on the way with nets and grapnels, but until they arrived, she was all they had. To have him throw it all aside wasn’t just preposterous, it was downright insulting.

[colour=#daa520]“Listen here, buddy, I’m not even on duty, I just happened to be in the right place at the right time! My job is to make sure you, the griffon, and the lieutenant stay alive. I’m gonna say it again: property is replaceable, ponies are not. Now-- WHERE THE HAY ARE YOU GOING?”[/colour]

Before she could finish, the unicorn-- “Squall” was it? -- dashed off, charging towards the kraken with sword held high. Acclaim put a hoof to her forehead and and sighed an exasperated sigh. This was going to be a long day.

[colour=#daa520]“Well..."[/colour] the sergeant said, flaring her wings in preparation for takeoff. [colour=#daa520]"Since logical response just went out the window, we’d better make sure he doesn’t get himself killed...”[/colour]

[[ Are we waiting on Ciraxis? ]]

(( ))

“Cut your belly-achin’! Just be glad I didn’t drag you out of bed at the flank crack of dawn this time, private!”

Sergeant Acclaim’s rebuke was enough to shut her subordinate up. Ordinarily Acclaim wasn’t so snippy, but when she was told she’d be rotated to Bridlebank, she’d assumed it would be on R&R. Obviously, this wasn’t the case. What was originally going to be a relaxing vacation quickly turned into a week of drills and conditioning for some fresh recruits out of Filly. So the sergeant found herself leading a squad of neophytes on afternoon PT. Needless to say, the sergeant was not happy.

“A week to prep would have done me better,” she muttered under her breath.

As consolation, though, they were in PT gear rather than full armor. Goggles, a bandanna to keep her mane out of her eyes, and a hydration harness with canteens made the midday heat and salty wind much more bearable. All she wanted right now was to make it back to the barracks, crack open a cold one, and catch a quick nap before her tactician’s lecture in the evening. But as is often the case, things never went as planned. Acclaim’s ear twitched as the first tones of the siren wafted up to their altitude. Was that what she thought it was? Please gods, no.

“Uh. Sarge? I think I hear an emergency siren!”

Yup. It was. Acclaim sniffed at the sudden turn of events. Looks like her personal R&R would have to wait.

“Form up on me! We’ll make a low pass of the beach. Keep your eyes and ears peeled for trouble!”

As she barked the orders, Acclaim banked and turned into a steep spiral, leveling off near the beach. The flight of pegasi streaked over the shoreline, scanning for trouble as they approached the source of the siren.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me...”

“Sarge, is that what I think it is?”

“Don’t think too hard, private,” Acclaim snorted. She pointed with her hooves and issued her orders as they approached. “You three, land up the beach and start clearing out the ponies there. The rest of you, I want cloud markers set up going out to sea. I don’t want any shipping coming this way if and when that thing retreats. I’ll clear the piers. Rendezvous at the Canter-mart in 20 majesties. Go!”

The formation splintered, fire teams splitting off to do their assigned tasks. Taking a deep breath, Acclaim clopped her front hooves together, pulled her goggles down, and gritted her teeth in determination. She didn't join the Guard to relax, she joined to WIN. That squid needed to be put out to sea, but first things were first: civilians out.

Acclaim dove to sea level, skimming the wave tops as she approached the shoreline at top speed. The misty salt wash from her wake swirled together with sand kicked up from her wingbeats and wove together a glittering sand screen between the kraken and the ponies remaining near the pier. It wasn't much, but the situation didn't leave much time for thought. The "smokescreen" would be enough of a distraction for them to escape.

The sergeant popped up from beach level, flaring her wings as she alighted before Squall and Fire Walker. The stragglers were a brave bunch, but fighting it to the death wasn’t going to help anypony. There would be no victory if ponies got hurt.

"Picnic's over fillies and colts!" she barked, flashing her Guard badge. Her sergeant chevrons were clearly visible on her harness shoulders. "We need to get off this beach!"

All right. Let's give it another shot.

I'll give it another look when I'm not so strapped for time. Schooooooooooooooooool.

The city is not a "ponification" per se, but rather an attempt to create a Slavic-themed area for play. Some concepts are borrowed from the real world city of Volgograd (formerly Stalingrad during that regime), such as being on a river and having substantial industry. Other than that, the RP area was developed independently of any fic canon for the World of Equestria RP on Canterlot.

The only ponifications we have handled thus far are names for SOME cities and areas. The intent is to rely on themes and to build the cities around Equestrian culture instead of just "importing" things from our world.

Rafale

Nothing is truly ever lost or concealed. One only has to know where to look.

RP Type: Mane RP

Name: Rafale, "Raffi" (only to those few close friends)

Sex: Female

Age: Mare

Species: Pegasus

Eyes: Blue. Eye colour is not affected by leucism.

Coat: Rafale is leucetic (not to be confused with albinism), a recessive genetic trait that makes some of her fur lack pigment, giving her the appearance of constantly being covered in snow and ice. Gunmetal grey coat. White feathering around her fetlocks, dappled white appaloosa blanket on her flanks.

Mane/Tail: White. Mane is kept done up in a tight bun at all times. Tail is clipped to a short bob.

Physique: Average height, average physique. Prefers three piece suits with high collars and red or black ties to sharpen her outline and appear more commanding.

Residence: Born in Solstice Heights. Moved to Canterlot first to study, then to work.

Occupation: REIN analyst. Private Investigator.

Cutie Mark: A magnifying glass superimposed over a shield.

Character History

Rafale was born in Solstice Heights to two guardsponies, both officers in the REA. As a result, her upbringing was very strict, an aspect of her history that continues to shape her today. Even as a young filly, Rafale was well read due to her parents’ extensive collection of classical literature, theater, and history. She eschewed fragile and fickle childhood friendships in favour of her books and records of theater performances and opera. In school, she was a quiet filly, rarely speaking, but never wrong when she answered. Rather than talking to others herself, she merely watched and analyzed. Her classmates found her odd and perhaps a little unsettling, but never threatening, and thus generally left her to her own devices.

During grade school, Rafale continued her habits of observing, but never intervening. One day, however, she noticed a classmate behaving oddly. It was the day of a test and the young colt seemed fidgety, even more so than pre-exam jitters would suggest. Rafale noticed the colt constantly glancing down at his hooves. Though she couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, she was correctly able to deduce that he had written a “cheat sheet” that had been tucked into his horseshoe which he was then using to cheat on the test. Piecing together her memories of the past week, she quickly recalled that she had seen several such slips of paper passed out by a few students in her class. While they were originally dispensed as study aids, it was immediately clear to Rafale that the versions disseminated by the ringleaders were to be used to cheat on that upcoming test. Rafale quickly reported this to the teacher, shutting down the cheating ring and in the process earning her cutie mark: a magnifying glass superimposed over a shield, symbolizing her ability to identify issues, analyze the situation, and exploit any logical vulnerability to conquer a problem.

Rafale went on to attend Canterlot University, where she excelled in academics. Shortly after graduation, she was snatched up by the Royal Equestrian Intelligence Network for her analytical skills. Though the quality of her work as a young analyst was never questioned, Rafale hit the proverbial glass ceiling quickly. When asked why she was consistently stonewalled for promotion to field agent, her superiors gave the roundabout response: “You are a very task-oriented individual and the administration thought it best to place you in an area where you could use your strengths most effectively.” Gradually, Rafale began to realize that her ability to process information and her preference for doing so had left her people skills woefully underdeveloped: reading other ponies did not constitute forging friendships or making good use of pony resources.

In an effort to improve her personal skills and perhaps gain enough bureaucratic favour for a promotion, Rafale took up a freelance job as a private investigator. Though most of her cases are petty thefts or silly suspicions, she is slowly learning to handle other ponies as ponies rather than merely sources of information.

Character Summary

Rafale can best be described as cold, calculating, and precise; the quintessential ice queen. Her razor sharp wit, eidetic memory, penchant for reading body language, and keen deductive abilities place her in a class above other investigators. Her insular nature and her tendency to dissect the personalities of those she encounters ensures she has few friends. There are of course those lucky few for whom she would move the whole of Canterlot, even if she never lets them know it.

Though she is quite comfortable in her shell, she feels envy at times for the impulsive ones who are able to throw themselves into things without care and come out on top. Rafale has a tendency to overthink things and admires those who are able to make snap decisions consistently. Because of this, she tends to favour the company of those opposite her personality type, though ponies of such a disposition will usually grow frustrated with her aloofness. It is still something she is working on.

Rafale spends her downtime meditating or reading, mostly nonfiction. Any time spent not absorbing information about the world around her or sharpening her own skills and senses is wasteful in her mind. With this conditioning comes laser-like focus and an utterly unshakable demeanor, and the best poker face this side of Las Pegasus. While her superiors appreciate her indefatigable work ethic and her impressive intellect, most of her coworkers find her intimidating and unapproachable.

It is often said that a palpable chill settles in the room whenever she enters.

Miscellaneous

Rafale speaks with a slight “fancy” accent, acquired from her parents. She is well-versed in classical theater and literature and is something of an opera critic. Those who are also connoisseurs of opera and the theater may get the rare chance to see Rafale the passionate critic rather than Rafale the detective.

Closed at OP request.

Done. Now to crash for a few hours. *wafflefaces*

So I might have less time to spend on board stuff on my vacation than I thought. If all else fails, I'll be back Monday April 1st. See everypony then.

- sent from my HTC Evo using Tapatalk 2

Karma

Ever since I was a filly, I wanted to fly. Now, I can!

RP Type: Mane RP

Name: Karma

Sex: Female

Age: Mare

Species: Earth pony

Eyes: Cerise (#BE1D78)

Coat: Cordovan (#893F45), mostly brown with just the faintest hint of burgundy. Appaloosa "blanket" of bone white around her flanks. A bit of bone white near her muzzle.

Mane/Tail: Bone white. Mane and tail are both cut short. Tail is kept tied at the base most of the time.

Physique: Average stature, but limber and less heavily built than the average earth pony. Though she has done labor in the past, most of her career has been spent in the map room and at the helm.

Residence: Born and raised in Stalliongrad. Spends much of her time on board ship.

Occupation: Helmsmare of the airship Artorius.

Cutie Mark: A silver gear framed by a pair of wings the colour of her coat.

Character History

Born to a schoolteacher and a merchant in Stalliongrad, Karma was a curious and whimsical foal by virtue of her upbringing. From a young age, Karma was always fascinated by flight. After school she would sit for hours on the roof watching Stallian Guard fliers go by on patrols and the silhouettes of airships flying to and from the island of Vsadnika. When asked if she had any wishes for her birthday or Hearth’s Warming, her only response would be “I want to fly!” Her parents knew they could never fulfill that request, at least not with a pair of pegasus wings.

But one day her mother brought her a book; a book on airships! Karma was excited beyond belief. Day and night she would read about airships and the mechanics of flight. One book turned into two, two turned into five, and pretty soon her room was filled with books on engineering and airships. But while Karma was studying, her father was quietly planning quite a trip for her.

One day, her parents told her that they would be going on a little trip to the Island District. As they traveled across the Industrial Bridges by taxi, the little filly glanced around in wonder, taking in all the sights and sounds; especially those of the airships floating overhead. Finally they arrived at their destination: the airport. When her father actually brought her on board one of the ships, Karma practically exploded with glee. She scampered from bow to stern, investigating every little bit until she finally bumped into the ship’s captain. Her father had made arrangements to take her on a flight around the city on the ship!

The little filly stood on the bridge in wide-eyed wonder as they departed, leaving the spires of Ostrov behind for a grand tour of the city. Suddenly, Karma had an epiphany. She didn’t just see what the ship was doing, she could FEEL it. Every chug the engine made, every gust of wind against the envelopes, every twist of the prop, everything just fit together perfectly. When the captain offered to let her “fly,” he expected Karma to require hoof-holding. He was surprised to find that Karma was a natural. A few minutes with the controls and she was flying like a seasoned pilot. It was then that she felt a tingle on her flank. Her cutie mark had appeared, a single gear framed by a pair of wings; a marker of her knack for flying and her desire to transcend the bonds of earth.

After her epiphany, Karma studied mechanics at a trade school in Stalliongrad to learn the ins and outs of airshipping. Her knack for mechanical devices and flight work quickly landed her a spot with Kalinka Shipping, one of the major companies operating out of Stalliongrad. Her first assignment was flying runabouts that tended larger airships, but her exemplary service earned her the eye of Captain Sturmovik.

Karma currently works as an airship pilot for Kalinka shipping, pending permanent assignment with the Sturmovik’s ship, the Artorius.

Character Summary

Karma is curious to a fault. She devours knowledge, tearing through books, manuals, and records as fast as she can acquire them. Ponies whose professions catch her interest she will question incessantly until she fully understands. While she has a tendency not to respect personal space, she is friendly and vivacious and never threatening if she can avoid it. Her bubbly personality, transparent mannerisms, and whimsical nature paint her as “cute” but her lack of personal boundaries can be unnerving for more reserved ponies.

Karma relies on both her innate sensitivities and her formidable skills at the helm to ensure that every run with the ship goes smoothly, be they beset by bad weather, mechanical problems, or other trouble. Though Karma herself is confident in her abilities as a pilot, she is terrified of crashing or even worse, letting others crash. This fear of failure and being helpless is both literal and figurative, applying both to her physical ship and the relationships she builds or at least attempts to build.

Miscellaneous

Karma loves swing music and can often be found blasting it in her cabin’s record player when off-duty. She purposely seeks out jazz clubs in any port the ship calls in, always looking for an opportunity to dance the night away. Though she adores “cute” things, she despises the colour pink. She loves cats but is allergic to them.

Public relations was something that all monarchs dealt with. Balancing the needs of the many against the needs of the few was an eternal problem and though Equestria was at peace, ponies still disagreed. Just as well, though, as homogeneity would be far too boring for life in Equestria. Celestia picked up her quill as she finished reading the letter of differences and disagreements, penning her response in swirling script.

All right, changes saved. Added stuff about the Crystal Empire and some of the season 3 developments as well as doing some tweaks to character history. I feel like this build is more focused and less gimmicky. Overall, I'm happy with the rewrite.

Bumping for RPH/SRP to look at now.

Yaaaaaayyyyyyy!

I love it! If there's a high-res version you could send me I would love it even more!