Thunder Boomer

I have a pattern to make a pony like that, but I haven't had the time to sit down and try making one. XD

"If that was your uniform, then why did you have to sneak around to get it? Besides, I overheard you say you were going to take something. Thunder Boomer's face held a look of annoyance and frustration."Okay, Mr. Nosy. . . Did you see that guard out in front of our dressing room?? Do you see this filly standing right here?? Going off alone with her. . ." He stared at Zepher like he was stupid and spelled it out. "We're not supposed to do that when we're making appearances. Getting caught would surely hit the tabloids and cause a huge mess. I-did-not-want-the-guard-to-tell-the-captain." "Do you really need to know what I was planning on taking from her??" He rolled his eyes. "W-we were only trying to get his uniform in secret because he wanted to surprise them" "Oh gods! Lookatthat! You've gone and made her cry." He glared at Zepher and then softened and spoke assuredly to Cookie Sweets. "Sh-sh-sh. . .Don't worry babe, we'll still get there in time to surprise them, I promise." He then turned his head sharply back to Zepher and said sternly. "We'll just have to skip the other thing. No time for that now." He turned back to Cookie and softened again. "But I'll get ya later, okay? That sound good? Hmm?"

Yeah, it wouldn't be very nice to ruin her ponies. XD They're only 5 bucks though, so buying one to mess with isn't a huge deal. If you're strapped for cash though, you could always practice on a fakie first as well. You can usually find those at grocery stores, pharmacies or dollar stores.

Thanks!

"Are you crazy? Starting a fight in the middle of our mission? I thought we were here to get into the V.I.P lounge not pick fights and get caught while probably being banished!" "But I didn't. . . he's the one --" Boomer tried to protest but then stopped. Acting like a foal that had just been caught with it's hoof in a cookie jar, Thunder Boomer Glanced down and scuffed his hoof sheepishly on the carpet. She was right. Even if he hadn't intended on starting a fight, having one would have gotten them caught for sure. "I'mm sooo-rry. . ." He apologized to her while still looking at the carpet. "Now introduce yourself properly to our unexpected visitor okay?" . . . "I'm Zephyr Burst and I believe we got off on the wrong hoof." Thunder Boomer raised his head. A slight glare on his face, and his jaw set forward. The idea of giving his name to this pony unsettled him. Even IF Zepher was being polite now. He pondered giving a fake name, but to what end. Instead, he just mumbled his name indiscernibly. "But you do understand what it is you're doing? You're stealing to get into this... VIP Lounge. And not just from anypony, but from the Wonderbolts. Geeze!? This guy has been following us. Still, Thunder Boomer wonder if how much this pony knew, or if he was just making wild assumptions. "How do you know this isn't my uniform?" Thunder Boomer Interjected.

((Sorry for the delay guys, I've just been busy)) You are a natural, Miss Fizzy! Ah shouldn't be surprised a pretty lil' filly like yerself was so light on yer feet," Fizzy giggled and smiled. "Thank you! I'm not used to this fancy sort of dancing, but I know a few steps." She found matching his steps while minding Willow Wisp's becoming more and more natural as they plodded on. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Willow Wisp seemed to be struggling a bit and she couldn't help but wonder if three was a crowd, but she was having too much fun at the moment to let it bother her very much. . . . Then Willow Wisp went tumbling. It was a minor trip-up, but a large portion of the ponies in there vicinity seemed find Willow Wisp's embarrassment amusing. Fizzy glared. "It's not nice to stare." She chided them before asking, "Are you okay?"

Huh. Been thinking this whole time I made a comment on your Spitfire, Scotchie. Guess I didn't. She's awesome by the way. Sooo. . . I took on too many ponies at once. XD My Thunder Boomer custom is still sitting unpainted, because the unbaked sculpy on his feet keeps wanting to crack. I'm thinking I might have an excuse to buy some epoxy sculpt, but I don't know if you can smooth it like you can clays. I have a Dandelion custom needing her cutie mark, and a half-flocked Pinkie Pie. I also started painting on a purple G1 fakie. Buuuuutt. . . I did finish one. Kinda had to since it was for a swap. She was a pain in the ass, because I screwed up her symbol when I curled her tail. I ended up having to sand it off and re-paint it. She turned out okay in the end. I named her Sakura Dusk, and she's cherry blossom scented. XD I felt bad for making my partner wait a week while I fixed the symbol, so I made her a little custom petite as well. (She's not a real petite, I made a mold of one and cast her in resin)

Those are so awesome. I wish I could take photos like that.

Not necessarily planned, but things have been unusually hectic in my life right now. So apologies that I haven't been posting as much as I need too. I'm hoping after next week my work schedule will get back to normal and I can get caught up. I'll still try and post when I can though.

"How DARE you accuse me of such filth! I'm not peeping on you!" "Then what are you doing here, huh? HUH?" Thunder Boomer taunted and eyed the pegasus quizzically. He was pissed this guy had the tenacity to barge in and raise his hackles in challenge. What was his deal? "Besides, I doubt she would indulge in such behavior with a pony like you! I'm only here to stop her from making a mistake. A mistake YOU'RE encouraging!" "A pony like me? You don't even know me man! I mean c'mon! Changing the subject??" A pony with a shorter temper probably would have accepted the challenge, but Thunder Boomer didn't want a fight today. He had kept cooler under worse situations. Instead, he shook his head with a look of disappointment, tsked and said quietly, "That's just what a peeping tom would do. . ." Seriously? What was his deal?? Was this all about CookieSweets? Was this pony trying to impress her so he could steal her away? That was stupid! That was ST00PID, stupid! Thunder Boomer continued to stare perplexed at Zepher as he kneaded the carpet with his hooves and wondered what the crazy guy's next move was gonna be.

"I didn't see him in here when we came in nor did I notice him when I was watching the door" Thunder Boomer felt a brief wave of relief. She hadn't ratted him out, the pony had somehow snuck in. How he got in was another story. Thunder Boomer narrowed his eyes as he focused on the stranger. "How about we skip introductions? What you're doing to this unicorn is just wrong, involving her in your cons like this. What do you have to say for yourself?!" Con? CON? He wasn't trying to con anybody. Thunder Boomer felt a flash of anger.They were only having a bit of fun. Nothing wrong with a little adventure. How dare he. Thunder Boomer raised his voice as much as he dared and berated the pony."What? What?! Con?? Who ARE you? What are you doing here?? Are you some sort of peeping tom?? GODS! You are a peeping tom aren't you? Sick! Saw a pair of ponies giving each other the goo-goo eyes downstairs and thought you'd sneak up here for a little peeksy? Get your kicks watching ponies 'tango'?? Huh? That's sick man. Just sick!" Thunder Boomer shook his head in disgust. It was all just too much.

Imma echo Tales about putting the info from the poem straight into the character summery. I'll be honest, I didn't read more then a few lines of the poem. I just didn't want to put that kind of effort into finding out where she came from. Being raised by Buffalo, one would think she would have taken on a more earthy personality.

Thunder Boomer folded his wings and practically crawled on his belly as he slinked across the dressing room. Straightening up, he pulled down a male uniform, and then dug around for a moment, before retrieving a pair of goggles. Making haste, he quickly slunk back to the window and bounded out. A quick burst, and a few flaps of the wings later, and he was climbing back through the window of the chamber they had adopted. "Woo! Hoo!" He jeered softly. "Thast wath fun!" He said with muffle, his mouth full of uniform. "Sweethy we'rth gonna haf you danthin wif the royaths in no ti--" As he thudded to the floor he caught sight of the dark green Pegasus crouched by other chair. Zepher's hiding place may have kept him out of view from CookieSweet's position by the door, but from where Thunder Boomer was standing at the window he could be seen plain as day. Dropping the uniform quickly to the floor with a shocked look on his face he demanded, "-- Who the hay are you??" Glancing around he noticed that the other chair had been placed by the door for some reason. "Cookie, what's going on?" He looked confused and upset. His good mood seemed to have vanished. He had only been out of the room a few minutes and everything seemed to have fallen apart. How was that even possible? A pained expression crossed his face as he wondered if she had betrayed him. That would be such a shame, she was really starting to grow on him.

It's hard for anyone's character to accurately interact with him with out a little more to go off of, so I'd like to see it added to the application. It's general concusses here on our forums that a "Teen" dragon is probably much larger than a pony (about double or triple the size), but not so big it becomes a hindrance. Most are still small enough to fit in buildings and airships. Somebody with a simple pony character might be able to fit an appropriate amount of information into a couple short paragraphs, but your dragon seems to have a more complex backstory. Expanding on it will help anyone who reads it understand your character better.

If he's a young adult, I'm curious to know his size. Adult dragons have been established to be extremely large. I'm also not sure what a dragon would need armor for. Setting aside the fact that Equestria is a pretty peaceful place, dragons have very hard scales and tough hides. So armor on top of natural armor seems redundant. The fact that it's impervious to magic borders on mystical relic, which we try to avoid here. The application also seems to be written in 1st person. Applications and RP posts are generally written in the 3rd person. Character summery could stand to be expanded on. Some of those values you mentioned? What are they? Go into detail about his life with his home clan and compare it with details about when he was taken. How did the second clan's value's differ. Did it change Arix somehow? How long was he there before he was freed etc. . . the more you can give us, the better.

So cute! We'll have to wait to see what Mane says about the bat wings, but I like where she's going. Are her parents pegasi or earth ponies? I was a little confused at that.

This. It out out everything, this bugs me just as much as the train. The unicorns use magic to lift them and everypony else uses like straws. They don't have fingers to fit in those tiny handleloops. D:

I am disappoint that Celestia in the gift pack doesn't have brushable hair. I want a brushable Celestia that's to scale with the other ponies. Also, Luna would be getting a re-dye and and a re-hair from me.

Luuucky! I just wanna know if Hasbro is gonna make boy ponies or not. Cuz if the answer is still "no" I might have to manufacture my own. XD

Fizzy beamed as Braeburn held out his hooves for the two fillies and she took one. She let the stallion lead the way onto the rather empty dance floor. Such a shame not many were dancing. It made it more fun when everypony was participating. Oh well. "Just follow my lead," Fizzy did just that. Waiting for Braeburn's cues, she starting dancing as he did. It was awkward dancing with three ponies, but that was okay. Fizzy never was the most graceful ballroom dancer. She perfered bouncing to rock and pop music. Thrashing around always seemed more fun then the shuffling and fancy steps these rich ponies seemed to prefer. However; she danced as best she could, and with a spring in her step, she found herself having fun regardless of how odd the three of them may have looked.

"You have GOT to try these chairs they are amazing to sit in!" The chairs DID look comfy, but he needed to focus on the task at hand. Thunder Boomer smiled and waved a hoof absentmindedly at her as he surveyed the grounds below. This part of the castle was dark, and nopony seemed to be around. Perfect. He didn't exactly have a pelt that would help him hide if there were ponies on the ground. "So..... what are we going to do next? Surely not climb out that window right?" Thunder Boomer laughed and turned back around to look at her, grinning. "No. Just me for now. Good idea though. Maybe we'll take the short way down" He winked and climbed up on the window seal. "Your part will be to keep watch. Crack the door and keep your eyes and ears open. If you hear or see anypony coming, signal me." With that, he gave her a salute and hopped off the window seal, disappearing from sight. He let himself fall for a moment before swooping up and skimming along the side of the building, counting windows. When he reached the window belonging to the Wonderbolt's dressing room. He hovered for a moment, peering inside. It was empty. As expected. All of the Wonderbolts were probably downstairs preparing for the show. . . There. Hanging neatly on a portable clothes rack, were a row of extra uniforms. Thunder boomer carefully worked the window open and stealthily climbed inside.

When they neared the top of the stairs, Thunder Boomer peered down the hall cautiously. There, down at the end and right where the waiter said it would be, stood a rather bored looking unicorn. "There's the guard" He whispered and took a minute to count the number of doors that lined the hallway. Then, when he was positive the guard wasn't looking, motioned for CookieSweets to follow him as he ducked into the first, empty room on the right hand side of the hallway. He was as stealthy as possible, and after he closed the door behind them with a soft click, he pressed his ear up to the door, listening intently for movement on the other side. When it became apparent they hadn't been spotted, Thunder Boomer let out a sigh of relief. "Phew!" He tossed the bouquet haphazardly into a corner, and took a more relaxed stance as he walked to the other side of the room. It was a simple room with a single fireplace, some tables, a rug, and a couple overstuffed chairs. Nothing too fancy, a sitting room, and probably rarely used. "Now here's where the fun stuff begins." He said, as he slid open the window and peered out across the castle wall to the window where the dressing room should be.

"No I'm more afraid of scaring others. I have this... thing... that happens when I'm out in the dark. And I don't want to cause a scene." Fizzy was immensely curious about what happens to Willow Wisp when she goes out in the dark. Does she turn into a spider? Get all monstery and gross? Fizzy's imagination came up with all sorts of unpleasant things; however, she was polite and asked nothing more of it. It seemed Willow Wisp was self conscious about it. "Well we never had anyone attend the gala from AAAAAPPLEOOSSA before!" . . . Fizzy listened intently as Braeburn told how he came upon the ticket and a little about his hometown. "Gosh! Real bandits? That sounds so exciting!" "Why don't we all three of us head out an' hit that dance floor fer a dance or two, an' have us a grand ol' time?" Fizzy's smile broke into a wide grin as Braeburn asked them both to dance. It seemed highly unorthodox, but fun nonetheless. Since Fizzy considered 'fun' to be the only reason for even coming to the Gala, she didn't think twice. "Why, I'd love to!" She chimed.

Ooops. Your image link is broken. Other than that, this application looks great.