Imagination

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"You're in for a fright, my stories tend to bite!"

Roleplay Type: Mane RP

Name: Goose Berry "G.B." Bumps

Sex: Female

Age: Mare

Species: Pegasus

Eye colour: Blue!

Mane/Tail: Both black, and both having a streak of rainbow highlighting, done after the success of her most popular book.

Coat: Black

Physique: Average

Appearance:

Residence: Baltimare

Occupation: Author of the 'Night Terrors' books

Cutie Mark: Slightly open book with a ghostly hand reaching out of it. Yeahp.

History:

Goose Berry was born to two berry farmers outside of Solstice Heights. They, surprisingly, farmed berries. All kinds!

Even berries that aren't berries! Like strawberries! Even her namesake, Gooseberries! She didn't have too many kids to play with growing up, most of the community around her being either young mares and stallions, or elderly. Her relationship with her parents was good, thought she wasn't quite as into berry farming as they were. She didn't like the labor, and didn't find berries all that fascinating. They hoped to Celestia she would get a berry-farming cutie mark like them and carry on the family trade... But the realized after a time they should try to push her into something she may not enjoy. Regardless, they got on very well. Yay loving family!

She had a close circle of friends growing up, since there were only so few her age. They liked to stick together! But one of their favorite things to do was go camping every Friday. It got them out of the house, and they never went very far. It was always the four of them, four little fillies sitting in a tent in one of their backyards, giggling and telling stories or playing games. Sometimes they brought boardgames too, but those seemed to take up alot of space.

Every time before they went to bed, however, they liked to tell stories. Sometimes funny ones, sometimes dramatic or action-y ones. But Goose really seemed to prefer horror stories. Something about the rush of being scared, an overactive imagination warping the world around her. It was amazing! And the feeling she got when she would realize there was nothing to be afraid of, or when the story ended on a happy note, or even if it was just a particularly good story, was awesome! She was a clear fan of the horror genre. A few nights, one of her friends brought a book of short stories she thought Goose Berry would like. And like them she did! Though reading them only fueled her imagination. She felt she could do that too!

All that week, she kept trying to write a story of her own! She looked at the elements around her, trying to imagine what she could twist up and make scary. Whenever she was scared, harmless things sometimes looked scary, so why couldn't that apply to thinking things up too?

Eventually, what she came up with was a gruesome tale, and she told it to her friends that Friday night. She called it 'Wild Berries'. It was a story about a young colt who lived in a small town, happy as could be. But, one day, there was a report of a disappearance in the newspaper. Very mysterious, guards couldn't find a trace of them. But the colt noticed a strange farmer had moved into town not long ago. He liked to grow berries, and he was a unicorn, using his magic to help them grow bigger. But he was... Out there. He always stared at the anypony who passed by his farm, as if they had no right to be there, or he resented them. The guards couldn't find evidence linking him to the disappearance, and just seemed like a crabby old man. Over time, more and more ponies started disappearing, and even stranger, more and more berries kept showing up in the old stallion's farm. Very strange, but the guards still couldn't find any connection. Eventually they just left the old coot be, even as more and more ponies were going missing. Eventually, there were only a few left in town. Either they had fled, or disappeared. When at last the colt's parents disappeared, he decided enough was enough! He knew that old unicorn must be behind it! If the guards wouldn't help, well darnit he'd just have to help himself!

That night, he snuck into the farm at night, creeping around. All he saw was berries. More and more berries. But they were... All sorts of colours... All sorts of shapes and sizes. In fact, one particular plant, he felt rather attached to. It trembled in the wind, and he almost swore it was speaking to him, telling him to run! But he heard hoofsteps in the misty night. He turned around... And standing right there... Was-OHCELESTIA THE FARMER WAS REALLY A STRAWBERRY CANNIBAL MONSTER AND HE TOTALLY ATE THE COLT RAAAAAWR!!!!

She thought her little twist was going to be lame, but it actually made her friends huddle up and scream a bit. But in Goose's fit of laughter, her friends saw the light-hearted nature of a good scare and laughed along with her. But in her merriment, she hadn't even noticed her cutie mark appeared! She immediately ran back home and woke up her parents in a fit of joy... At about 11:30PM.

Her talent was scary stories! She liked scaring ponies with the power of her imagination! A good scare was great for a rush, or to help ponies get huddled close to fight their fear together. But, she found a lot of ponies found the stories made them happy. Thinking about them after hearing them, some took the opportunity to see that what they found scary in some conditions, was absurd and even silly in others! A strawberry monster that eats ponies and turns them into berries? Ridiculous! However... Even her father admitted he got wary in the garden at night.

As she grew up, her focus on writing got more and more in-depth. It was almost all she did in her spare time. Eventually, she got herself published! She's written many stories since then that have delighted ponies in several areas. She called the series 'Night Terrors', of course encouraging her readers to partake in them at night! Her famous catchphrase, etched inside the cover of each book, was "You're in for a fright, my stories tend to bite!". To add to the effect of this, her hard cover books closed like a case, its edges fitting together like teeth. Among her other titles are, of course, Wild Berries (rewritten to be even better), The Honeyed Horror, It Came from the Attic, and, her most popular, Moonbow - The story of how a school janitor had to face aliens that traveled on moonbows (nighttime rainbows) and rescue his family.

She currently lives in Baltimare, working on new books and traveling to signings and conventions all over Equestria. She doesn't fancy herself a celebrity or even famous: Just a beloved author.

Character Summary:

'G.B.', as she prefers to be called, is a very light-hearted pony. Nightmare Night is, of course, her favorite holiday, and she was ecstatic when the Princess decided to take the holiday in stride and give them all some good scares. Also a fan of haunted houses and other spooky stories. But she doesn't let it show in her personal life. She likes to go out and have coffee,curl up with non-horror books... Sure, during conventions and book signings she's 'The Queen of Terror', but other than that she's just G.B. Joyful, curious, and outgoing.

If fact, a favorite pastime of hers is gardening! She's not particularly good at it, but it was in her blood, her parents before her being farmers. She's tried to plant all kinds of things, but seems to have the best luck with flowers. They aren't as well maintained as a professional florist, but she found joy in tending them.

Aside from those, there's tomatoes and watermelon that she's tried her best to bring around. Most of them are edible!

When she's not working on her writing or having some time for herself, she tends her own bookstore! It's a small operation, mostly selling horror stories and urban legend books. The store itself is called 'A Bump in the Night', located in downtown Baltimare! Not only can customers find her own works there, but many other famous scary writers as well, and she even encourages aspiring writers to try their luck by letting her put copies in an 'up and coming' section reserved for new or unknown writers.

As for going out with her friends, a typical afternoon would be going to a decent restaurant, chatting it up, and maybe seeing a show. Oddly enough she's never seen a horror performance on stage. Not even her own, since she's been aware a couple of productions have tried to act out her gripping stories.

Pinchy was seeing so many ponies! Some she knew, and some she didn't! [colour=#ee82ee]"Hey-a Applebloom! We were just gonna play some games!"[/colour]

Scootaloo's excitement seemed to confirm this, only making the pink filly grin wider. Yay! She was going to have so many friends to play with today! She couldn't wait to tell her mother about it! She shared almost everything with her. It was like she was her bestest friend and her mother all at the same time! But enough of that mushy stuff. It was time to play some games!

[colour=#ee82ee]"Okay! I'll go get my jumprope! Oooo~ This is gonna be so much-" [/colour]Oh, a tumblepony! Or he just fell. He seemed to be alright, as Haywire was investigating this new foal. [colour=#ee82ee]"He can play with us if he wants to!"[/colour] Pinchy called over to Haywire as she spoke to him. Now, that's that, onto-

[colour=#000033]"Hey you! Remember me?" [/colour]Why of course she did! She was about to say so, but realized he was talking to Applebloom. Or he would've been, if- [colour=#000033]"There's a problem! You have to come quick, its, its..." [/colour]

Boom. Out. K.O.

Pinchy couldn't help but giggle. She never could get over it. She didn't really have a grasp on his condition and how serious it was. It just seemed like a silly inconvenience to her. To just fall asleep in the middle of a conversation or activity.[colour=#ee82ee] "Well, Remmy's here! He can play with us when he wakes up too! ... Hey, wait... Remmy's here?"[/colour] If she recalled, he wasn't from around here. She definitely didn't see him in any of her classes at school. She knew everypony at school!

Pinchy nodded to her friend, grinning. "I get that a lot!" She got up on her hind hooves, striking a heroic pose [colour=#ee82ee]"Maybe it's a SUPER POWER! I could be... Captain Cute!" [/colour]

She seemed to weird herself out with that name, getting back on the ground where she belongs. [colour=#ee82ee]"How come superheroes are always Captains, anyway? You never hear of a superhero with 'Lieutenant' or 'Major' in their name... Well, unless you count Major Pain, but he's a villain... And Colonel are almost always villains! Do Colonels get cranky or something?"[/colour] Pinchy, you're side-tracking. [colour=#ee82ee]"Hm... Maybe Adorigal? Nah... Hm... The Cuteness?... No... How aboooouut... Ooo! Hi Mommy!"[/colour]

Right! Her mother soon came into the kitchen, the filly buzzing with joy. She held her friend close, as if she were to tell her a secret so great, it could tear apart the very cosmos if a third party heard it. [colour=#ee82ee]"She. Is the best. At juice."[/colour] It's true! The filly was sure as soon as her mother's special fruity creation touched Apple's lips, it would be like she was introduced to a whole new world! Happier! Brighter! Enlightened, maybe! It's that delicious!

But for now she just sat down and gave her mother a heart-wretchingly adorable grin. [colour=#ee82ee]"Thaank you, Mommyyyy~!"[/colour]

The one-eyed colt shrugs "Yeah, so?"

Pops just guffaws, dismissively waving a hoof at him. "Well I guess if you can't handle it, Cyclops..."

The colt with the unfortunate name hops out of his seat, immediately on the defensive. "You don't think I can take a few of those walking belts?!" Pop Rocks just puts on her own little trollface, shrugging. "You said it, not me". Cyclops gritted his teeth, but he could see what the filly was trying to do. Nonetheless... He was getting kinda hungry. "Alright, I'm in..."

A few other foals followed suit, and before long they had at least 7 for the hunting party. Pop's wings buzzed with joy, bouncing around. "Eggselent! C'mon guys, lets go get 'em! Follow me!" She promptly left the hideout at a good run, the other Crusaders following behind her. They were heading toward the ruins of the city, likely to go to their weaving pathways to leave and head for the nest. Now was the last chance to back out, or to say anything or to get anything before they departed. Who knows how long this could take?

Heavy Pegasus enjoys his spagooter

Replied!

The two ponies inside actually seemed to pay the other filly no mind, as if this sort of thing happened everyday. Which knowing Pop it probably did.

The filly was sadface, but she wasn't going to lose hope! Even Sprite was on board!

"Yeah! We need to get so many ponies! And guns! We gotta get guns! And-And-And-!" She was practically buzzing she was so excited. She didn't even finish what she was saying before she took off again, the two ponies now sitting at their table having to hold the tablecloth down to keep it from flying off with the speeding filly, as if it was routine.

Soon she was tearing through the streets, crying out about eggs in joy. Some looked at her like she was a fool, others paid no mind. But where was her destination? The Crusaders Clubhouse! It was in a blown-out little shed, refurbished with scrap metal plates and plywood. Two very young foals stood guard at the front, wearing old cooking pots as helmets and sticks as spears, doing adorable little marches back and forth. Pops came to a screeching halt in front of the two 'guards', who immediately asked for the 'Passwowd'. "Lemon Blossoms!" she blurted out, grinning. The two foals got excited, asking eachother if the mess hall had lemon blossoms. But then they remembered it was the password, 'Oooh'ing at eachother in understanding. Eventually they stepped aside, and went back to being silly. Pops burst into the clubhouse, immediately trying to recruit some of her friends to get some eggs!

"Guys! Guys! I got the rumblies that only omelettes can satisfy! Lets go get some eggs!"

"From where...?" asked a one-eyed colt, wearing a cloth around his head to cover up his missing eye. Pop Rocks had a quick and confident answer. "There should be a gecko nest nearby! The grown-ups keep saying they're trying to creep into town! We can take on a few geckos, get some eggs, and have a super duper delicious breakfast!"

"What about Godfather? Is he going?" asked a pink and purple filly in the back. Clearly the Crusaders looked up to Godfather as a leader and possibly a protector, since he was the biggest. "Nah, he's being a super weenie and wants to sleep in. But we don't need Godfather, geckos are easy-peasy-one-two-threesy!"

The happy filly skidded to a halt... From a walk. Since Sprite was in agreement with these plans, she felt it must be destiny! Deliciousness ahoy!

"Come on! Lets go tell Godfather! I bet he'll want to!"

Without warning, she'd suddenly take off toward a random shack in town. She didn't even bother to knock, she just opened the door and rushed in and up the stairs. The ponies inside, possibly Godfather's foster parents of sorts, didn't even bat an eyelash. They just smiled and said 'good morning' as their house was barged into by an overly excited filly.

Finding the older colt still asleep, Pop would be jumping up and down in his room, shouting at the top of her happy little lungs: "Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up-!". Godfather was not amused. He tried to bury his head under his pillow, visibly shaking with building frustration. Eventually he sat up, shouting back "For the sisters' sake, WHAT?!"

Pop stopped bouncing, an impossible grin stretched over her face. "Lets go get some eggs!"

"No." With that prompt answer, he fell back into his bed like a pile of bricks and went back to sleep. A disappointed Pop Rocks kicked the floor in frustration. "Shoot! Well maybe we'll just have to try and get other foals to come ourselves, Sprite!" Of course, she hadn't even bothered to check if her friend was even there, considering she practically left her in the dust when she ran to this house.

Pops always thought of Hoofball as an organized 'kill the mare with the ball' type of game. Only the object wasn't to keep the ball for as long as your could, it was about getting it somewhere! Since they lacked the protective pre-war gear (since the Legion liked to hog it) they had to make due with doing their best to not be reckless. Sure, foals got hurt sometimes, but it usually wasn't anything serious.

But as they traveled toward the mess hall, the little filly seemed to be getting more and more excited. "I wonder what they'll have for brunch today! One time, we found a crate of powdered eggs! They cooked those up and used some canned veggies and powdered cheese, and made omelettes for everypony! They were delicious! Oh, I hope we find more powdered eggs someday~" she trailed off, as if it were the most dreaming, elegant food she had every eaten. "Eh, but most likely they'll just have leftovers from yesterday. Usually lunch stuff, we don't find a lot of breakfast things anymore... Ooo! Hey! Maybe we should try to find some eggs and make omelettes ourselves! There's a bunch of critter dens around here! I bet if we got a hunting party together and we planned it right-" Whoa, this filly was nuts! Attacking a den for some omelettes?!

Pops honestly had no clue what time it was. She would have to hunt down a resident with a pipbuck, but she couldn't really recall if anypony in Chapel had one. Maybe a visitor or something? But she was getting sidetracked. "I dunno. Noonish, I think? Come on outta there, silly, lets go get some brunch! I'm starving!" she demanded in a playful manner, grinning at the thought of food... As foul tasting as it was. They get used to it after awhile, apparently. Her helmet was gone, likely put away somewhere, but she still had that bright yellow cloak, with that girly grenade launcher strapped to her back and always ready for action. One had to wonder what this area of the wastes was like if even the children are always packing.

"You should totally come with us next time for hoofball! It's a lot of fun! I scored two touchdowns today! But yesterday I didn't play much, I was tired. Still fun to watch though! Godfather thinks we should get a tournament or something going, but that would only work if we, like... Got every foal in town to play, and a lot of them don't like hoofball, but I guess we'll see what happens." She was chatty this morning. But she held out a hoof in an effort to get her friend back on her feet. "Come on, Sprite!"

It was hard to tell how long Sprite was asleep...

All that mattered was the sun was still up when another foal from town tried to creep into that same hideyhole and unsuspectingly bumped into the bright-coloured filly! With a yelp of fright, the colt dashed off, leaving a train of dust behind him, likely to find another place to hide. Seems Sprite wasn't the only shy one here.

But this little bit of commotion had drawn Pops, who had just finished playing a bit of hoofball, and was dirty as a result, but she didn't seem to mind. Peeking into the hole that had scared the other foal off, she seemed very happy to see what was within it. "Oh! There you are, Sprite! I was wondering where you went off to. I thought you might've gone to bed in one of the buildings, not over here! We do have free beds, you know, in the common house!" Would probably be a lot more comfortable than the hole... Then again, a lot more public as well. Either way, her friend took a seat and kept grinning at Sprite, not seeming like she was going to buzz off unless requested.

[colour=#ff0000]![/colour] EDITED: PLEASE READ NEW RP SPECS

Hey everypony!

It's been asked once in the past and brought up again on Skype if I would be interested in running a military training-type roleplay(s), so I'm going to go ahead and put up what I had in mind if such an RP were to happen, and we'll see if anypony is interested.

Royal Equestrian Army Training Academy and Citizen Leaders Camp

Your pony would be an civilian pony within the REA's 75th RTC (Recruit Training Company), going through a special program designed to allow civilians to go through military training, called Citizen Leaders Camp (CLC). This camp will allow them to train alongside REA recruits and give them the unique opportunity to better themselves and see what a regimented life is all about. They will have had to have paid a fee, signed a waiver, and given a list of what to bring and what not to bring.

[colour=#008000]What I would expect of this RP:[/colour]

-Problem Solving

-Team-building Exercises

-General Military Shenanigans

-Friendly Competition

-Leadership Training

[colour=#ff0000]What I would NOT expect of this RP:[/colour]

-Drama (in any way shape or form)

-Hazing

-Full Metal Jacket nonsense (insane recruits, overabundance of verbal abuse, etc etc)

-COMBAT TRAINING

"But Magi! The whole point of going to basic training is learning how to fight!"

Negative.

There is a LOT more to the military than grunt fighting. Seeing as this RP series would take place in the Mane RP, it will abide by its rules of no combat or violence, despite its military theme. If you're looking to make your pony John Rampone by end of this RP, it isn't for you.

But I wouldn't burst that many bubbles without telling you what this WOULD offer!

Problem solving would involve a series of challenges your pony and their team would have to complete in order to accomplish their objective. Obstacle courses, puzzles, navigation, and things of that nature. Team-building would also develop in these times, though it would also include ice breakers and social interaction. Making friends, building comradeship and trust!

Of course, competition could be thrown in for some extra fun! It's your team versus the other team to see who can complete the test first, or whatever the condition for victory may be.

Shenanigans? In the military? You heard right.

The training staff will mess with you, so sometimes the recruits will mess with them right back. Discretely of course.

Obstacle courses and such can be fun, and open plenty of opportunities for silliness. But not too much! Lock it up!

Pranks and spirit missions! The other squad humiliated you during that last challenge? Time for some friendly payback after lights-out.

As you can see, this RP will be more about having a good time in a military training environment, with some seriousness, as is needed. It's military ponies, not military robots. You can make an entirely new character or enlist a current one, it doesn't matter much to me. So long as you're looking to work hard, have fun, and look good! That mane better be in regs, soldier!

UPDATE 1/30:

Alrighty, so others are interested! Enough to play a decent game anyway! Please feel free to get your characters ready for boot! Of course, with entering the military comes a background investigation! Post your character's sheet here so that they may be added to the roster!

ALSO:

Any other military ponies who may be interested in this, I'm going to need staff! The more recruits we have, the more staff that's going to be needed! Review the roster below and PM me if you're interested!

[colour=#ff0000]! [/colour]UPDATE 2/4:

I should've realized beforehand that not everyone will be able to commit a character to strictly a military lifestyle. SO, now introducing CLC (Citizen Leaders Camp)! Civilian ponies can now apply to go through REA training alongside military recruits (This way those who are actually willing to have a pony enlist and go through a genuine training experience can still do so!). All civilian participants in the 75th RTC will be marked with the rank CL (Citizen Leader).

Spread the word, and we'll see if we can get those slots filled!

[colour=#ff0000]! [/colour]UPDATE 3/6:

And over a month later, I have an update XD

Still accepting more trainees (military and civilian alike, read above!), and hoping to get at least 6. We have 5, currently. Any more than that would be awesome, but 6 will be enough to start.

Also reducing the size to two squads until we get more to distribute, if we get more.

REATA 75th RTC:

Training Staff:

Commanding Officer - Colonel Pummel

NCOIC - TBA

Senior Drill - Master Sergeant Reveille

Drill Instructors - TBA

Medic - PFC Percival

Recruit Roster (will expand as more recruits enlist):

1st Squad- Private Spin Art, Private [colour=#282828]Siegfried[/colour]

2nd Squad- CL Spin Tale, CL Snowfall, Private Stalwart

Ooo, conversation!

Sketch nodded, the artsy unicorn trying to focus on what a priest could want with well-paid work... A few ideas crept into his noggin, but they didn't seem all too sound. For now, he only said [colour=#daa520]"Alright"[/colour] in understanding to their dungeon master. This was going to be fun! Though he had to wonder if Veil was going to take it easy on Sketch's first time, or if he was going to have to jump into experienced shoes right away. Only one way to find out!

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My character drinks (moderately) the rest of the day

After a while, the knocking got louder and louder, eventually one of the stallion's friends charging his way through the door, breaking it. The stallion whom had just unknowingly been fed on was startled awake.[colour=#daa520] "What the heck, Buckley?!"[/colour]

[colour=#00ff00]"I-I just saw some weird light and... You okay?"[/colour] the friend responded, looking only concerned for the other. [colour=#daa520]"Yeah, sure, I'm great, Buck. Thank's for destroying my freaking door!"[/colour] Buckley seemed hurt at this, and confused. But seemed to accept his demeanor. [colour=#00ff00]"Well, alright, Champ... Fire and I will be at the lodge, and we'll help with the door and stuff..."[/colour] As soon as the friend left, the stallion called Champ just snorted at him, grumbling as he climbed back into bed and promptly passed out. Some of the conversation between Buckley and Firefight could be heard as the walked off. [colour=#b22222]"Hey man, don't sweat it, you know he's not a morning guy... And you did kinda break his door."[/colour][colour=#00ff00] "Yeah, but he never snapped at me like that before... He seemed... I dunno... Lets go have a drin-"[/colour]

Seemed Sprite was in the clear! The friends were gone, her meal was back asleep, and the door was wide open. Though how did she feel about all this?

The stallion was none the wiser, though he probably wasn't going to be quite so peppy as he was before when he wakes up later on. He just groaned and twitched a bit in his bed, but other than that, nothing. It wasn't SO bad... At least this didn't kill them, right? Bloodwings, now those are monsters! Suck a pony dry and leave their corpse on the road for some other pony to scoff at while they pass by.

Worst Changelings did to some was put ponies in bad moods... Or kidnap them, store them in slime pods and infiltrate their friends and families...

Okay, so Changelings are monsters too. But what if this town did understand? What if they didn't?

Heck of a risk to take.

Though not too long after Sprite had started to feed, a couple of voices could be heard coming toward the door, and soon knocking. Looks like some of this stallion's friends came back for something!

I don't think so. A juror is called to be non-biased and commit themselves fully to their civil duty, if selected. Depression is a pretty serious thing, and even for those recovering it might impede their focus on the case. A fair trial demands a jury free of bias and legitimate distractions, be they family, health, or otherwise.

Then again, what I think and what the law says are two different things. It's up to them to dismiss jurors or not on certain things, but it definitely isn't shirking one's duty to bring such things up for consideration. While it's a person's duty to serve if selected, it should also be their duty to make sure the best possible jury for a fair trial is selected.

Those planks of wood belonged to one of the citizens of Chapel! Leaning against an improvised home, but then again that was the only kind of home you could find in most places. Walking toward this little shack, the orange stallion didn't seem to notice the random filly resting under the lean-to... That, or maybe it was so common he didn't care anymore. But he had approached with two other stallions, who likely worked together as they were dressed in somewhat similar work clothing. Smoking and joking along the way, the cheerful yet fatigued stallion waved them goodbye before heaving a yawn.

With that he eventually made his way into the shack, and forgetting to lock the door behind him. Then again, in a community like this there probably wasn't as much of a risk for thievery in the general populous... Unless the crusaders got adventurous, or somepony was taking advantage of their hospitality. Nothing too special afterward, he had just flopped into bed for an after-work nap, nearly immediately conking out and snoring, complete with sleep-talk!

*SnNnNrK*"Thirty seven nails~..."*SnNnrK*"Apple wedge~..."

And so on and so forth.

I got one as a late Christmas gift!

Pinchy nodded excitedly, bouncing around a bit as she kept imagining a vast and magical blanket fort... Or maybe a blanket CASTLE! And they could both be blanket princesses and rule over the blanket ponies! But indeed, all her bouncing around had made her a bit hungry... That and she was silently craving them since the second she saw them. [colour=#ee82ee]"Yeah! The kitchen will be perfect! And uhmm... Maaaybe we should get something to eat before we get started? You know, you shouldn't build a big ol' fort on an empty tummy!"[/colour] Heck of an excuse, Pinchy!

Oh, but she needed to get all of her assets in order. [colour=#ee82ee]"Moooooommyyyyy~?"[/colour] She called out adoringly. Of course Pinchy could figure out how to get pie for herself and her generous and super duper friend, but she had no idea how to make juice like Berry did. She was a master! Apple's delicious Apple Pies, and her mother's dreamy fruit juice? HEAVEN.

Roleplay Type: Mane RP

Name: Quill Pressgang

Sex: Male

Age: Stallion

Species: Pegasus

Eye colour: Green

Coat: Grey

Mane/Tail: Mane and tail are white. Mane is cut short and spiky with light blue highlights

Attire Black polo and camera. Always. Seriously, he sleeps with that camera.

Physique: Lithe. He's plenty quick, but not bulky. He needs to be quite aerodynamic and quick on his hooves if he's to keep up with fleeing celebrities!

Residence: Canterlot

Occupation: Paparazzi/ Celebrity Bane/ Tartarus Spawn with a camera

Cutie Mark: Manila folder with a camera

History:

Quill was born to an author and town worker, his mother and father respectively. They lived in a small apartment for reasonable rent, and wanted for hardly anything. However, because they couldn't afford normal schooling in Canterlot and certainly couldn't afford to move, his mother, Pageflitter, and father, Street Sweep, both agreed to homeschool him on what they could. they were determined to do their best for their son, who was enthusiastic about learning with his parents. He still had the opportunity to make plenty of friends and play outside when not studying or lounging around in the house.

He learned creative writing and critical reading from his mother, as well as proper hoofwriting, spelling, grammar, blah blah blah. His father in turn taught him what trade skills he knew as a municipal worker. Some plumbing, repair, carpentry, how to use some tools, teaching him the value of hard work. Quill's verdict: Hard work stinks. His favorite thing to do at the time was run around outside and try to get himself flying... With mixed success. One day, his parents decided he needed to get familiar with the arts. At first he thought it would be totally lame... But they gave him a camera, and told him to take pictures of whatever he felt like. A few tress, a couple goofy pictures of his friends, a playground... At first it was just to satisfy his parents, but after a time he found he really liked photography!

The beauty of capturing an image, and keeping it to be viewed anywhere at any time! A pony who had never seen snow could be amazed by Ponyville in winter! Or a pony who lived in a land-locked region could gaze longingly at a photo of the Equestrian coastline.

He loved it. He thought it was fun and a wonderful way to pass the time.

One day, however, he overheard his father talking about a snobby Canterlot resident who had been berating them for fixing a sewer grate in front of her yard. "Celestia above, Page, you should'a seen this mare's mane. Looked like a ragged bees nest. Wish I coulda gotten a picture of it..." With this new inspiration, Quill took off with his camera to this mare's home. Peeking up into her window, he did indeed see this atrocious manestyle his father spoke of... And she was desperately trying to fix it. With a sly little grin and a snap of the camera lens, Quill took off back home. After the film was developed, he showed the picture to his father... Who then showed it to a few other workers... Who then showed it to their friends. It didn't take long for an article writer for a magazine got interested in it and offered the accredited photographer 20 bits for it. Money was money, so Quill took the money and let the stallion keep the picture.

Not long after, Quill discovered his friends reading a magazine article that was making witty quips about the minor theater celebrity's mane he happened to get a picture of. Realizing what he did, and seeing the entertainment value of his work... It strangely made him feel good! Like that, his cutie mark appeared, and he realized his destiny. To catch celebrities at their worst!

For every wardrobe failure, every meltdown, every run-in with the law, every social snafu, he would be there... and so he was. He was on the freelance scene for quite some time, selling celebrity photos to the highest bidder, until he was offered a solid contract by P3 magazine: Pony Paparazzi Press. A magazine dedicated to celebrity news all over Equestria.

Presently, he's the most feared photographer in Canterlot. Quill Pressgang has perfected the art of the Paparazzi, popping up where least expected, and least welcome. Disguises, stalking, chases through city streets, a flurry of flashes, and bits crossing his hooves for the next big article. It's amazing he isn't a celebrity himself! Well, at least he thinks so. The celebrities all seem to certainly know him and his face, and to start running/hiding/doing nothing.

Character Summary:

Quill has no respect for privacy... Well, of celebrities, anyway. He does not take work home with him, however. While he's plenty nosy, he knows when to let up and stay out with friends and family, or even new acquaintances. Celebrities, beware! He'll go to any lengths to get a shot, some stretching into the ridiculous. Socially, he's a gossipy guy, but can carry a normal conversation well enough. Usually upbeat and mischievous.

An advertisement would've been posted in Hoofington for every pony to gander at. A lovely piece of parchment! It read:

Pinchy, of course, wasn't fully aware of the consequences of what would happen if this wheel went too fast. Actually, her grasp of physics was questionable at best. She somewhat believed the only reason they stayed anchored to the ground was because they were adorable.

She started mulling it over in her head. Wheel goes faster, machinery works faster... Faster machinery means still gets processed faster... which means they would get juice faster, and they could make more in a shorter amount of time! Right? Efficiency! Pinchy is such a smart pone.

But, that smart pone had been distracted up until she heard Sweetie Belle's shriek! She looked behind her, making sure to try and keep her balance so she wouldn't run into Reno... The other unicorn filly was gone! "Where'd Sweetie go?" Not long after the question was posed, she likely got her answer. What a charming turn of events for a field trip. Would they get extra credit for discovering this wonderful rule of gravity and inertia? Celestia knows a lot of the students probably need it...

We now return you to our feature presentation: Airborne Fillies of Science!