Kilmarnock

This has already been said, but I always start with the two-part opener for the background info and the fact that most of the rest of season 1 can be watched in any order (if you don't mind losing little things like 'hop skip and a jump' in Feeling Pinkie Keen). If I only have enough time to start with one episode and pray they keep watching by themselves, I go with Sonic Rainboom for its opener.

Excluding the obvious answer, I'm still a huge fan of The Brave Little Toaster. I also watch old cartoons given the chance, and other nostalgic shows like Legends of the Hidden Temple.

Oh Slam, you so silly! You already know me. Hope we have fun!

Earth ponies may lack magic or wings, but they make up for it by relying on their superb charisma and ingenuity. For those who make the most with the least resources, I give my vote to them.

Fluttershy is most huggable pony. Pinkie would probably accidentally kill me.

Angel might be an evil, evil creature, but he is still best pet. Shame I can't vote for a runner up, because Tank would be there.

Yeh, the girl who got me into the show can go... uh... be loved and tolerated. *grumbles* But by somebody else. I do watch the show with my nieces though, ages 4 and 2, and getting to see the reactions from little kids is strangely refreshing in a way. Little Dehana, the two year old, just laughed at Pinkie when she goes nuts in 'Feeling Pinkie Keen', and they both had a riot at Flutterrage. Oh, innocence, and not corrupting things.

Those ears folding back? They can mean more than just fright. They also have a lovely habit of doing that when they're angry (which generally means I have about three seconds to get out of the vicinity before I have a horseshoe implanted into my ribs). Also, dang, Twilight's brain must be a prune to get all that surface area in such a small space!

1) I am 22 years old, and I live in North America. 2) To be a brony is to call yourself a brony. Somebody might find interest in the show or some art or even the toys, but I feel that categorizing yourself like that takes more self-identity than anything. If you call yourself a brony, then yes, you are a brony. 3) On that note, yes. I am a brony, starting from early to mid September 2011. 4) I'm not much of an artist, but I roleplay, go to conventions, I have at least one toy and one fridge magnet (both of Fluttershy). I think the rolplaying in particular is the strongest expression, especially since I identify strongly as a writer. 5) I do think that some people might take it a wee bit far. I'm actually okay with adult-themed stuff; if I don't want to look at it, I don't have to. I'm not okay, however, with those who eschew the 'love and tolerance' motto of the fandom to try and pressure those who are not fans, or to counter-flame those who might hate what we love. Love and tolerance is a large part of what identifies bronies, so we stick by that and hold onto that identity.

Riveting topic, but one thing catches my eye. They aren't allowed to read fanfiction? That is hilarious, logical, but also completely insane at the same time. So, yeah, I didn't know that.

My story is a little on the mature side, so I'll try and clean it up a bit for the all-ages appropriate atmosphere, here. My girlfriend at the time (we're not dating anymore) was a big fan of MLP, and tried to get me into it. I gave her the typical response you can probably expect from a guy who doesn't want to deal with any of that frilly froo-froo nonsense. Eventually, when I went to visit her, she roped me into watching it with her in bed. So, there we were, a laptop in between us watching the first two episodes of season 1. I riffed on it mercilessly. Then when episode two was done, I sighed and said 'alright, let's watch episode 3'. Time goes on, and I'm just willingly asking to watch the next episode again and again. I mean, I can't really go anywhere, she's got my clothes, so I might as well. Found out that while Rainbow Dash and Pinkie got on my nerves (I like them a lot more now), Fluttershy pretty much instantly captured my heart. My totally-masculine-guys-I-swear-I-don't-like-ponies heart. When we finally reached Dragonshy, I just stopped fighting it. Bronification go.

I used to hate the term 'brony', taking a while to warm up to it. Aside from that, I always just let people call themselves whatever the heck they wanted. To me, the definition of a furry is somebody who calls themselves a furry. Same goes for bronies, pegasisters, whatever. If you wanna be called that, that's what you are!

I'm so glad I found this topic, since i've actually put some thought into this one in my spare time! It's, without a doubt, "Propane Nightmares" by Pendulum. 

Roleplay Type: Mane RP Name: Ambrose Sex: Male Age: Colt Species:Earth Pony Eye Color: Amber Coat Color:Beige Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Both his mane and tail are dark brown in color. The mane is somewhat unkempt and shaggy, but it falls into place nicely enough by itself that it doesn't need constant trimming. His tail reached down past his fetlocks. His body has no mundane markings. Physique:Somewhat stocky and on the bigger side, built like a work horse. Cutie Mark: A skep (traditional dome-shaped beehive) Origin/Residence: Fillydelphia/Ponyville Occupation: Beekeeper Motivation: Ambrose hopes to make enough money so that he might be able to support himself, and eventually support his parents as well (up to and including getting them into a better house). He's passionate about what he does, finding pleasure in the act of beekeeping itself, and takes pride in just how much utility honey and bees have (honey, wax, pollination, etc.) Likes: Honey, staying physically active, going for walks through the woods. Dislikes:Having nothing to do, laziness, brussell sprouts Character Summary: Ambrose was born to a pair of poor, but comfortably-living earth ponies. His father, a dark brown stallion named Steadfast and his mother, a yellow mare named Gardenseed, owned a small farm on the edge of Fillydelphia. The farm was too small and understaffed to grow anything commercially, so Steadfast and Gardenseed stuck to growing only a small sustinence garden so that they might be able to feed themselves. Since the farm made no money, Steadfast did his best to make a living as a carpenter while Gardenseed worked at a florist's shop, something she had to stop when Ambrose was born so that she might raise her foal. With only Steadfast's job to support the family, money was tight. As poor as they were when it came to money, however, they were rich when it came to family. Ambrose grew up with at least one parent around him at all times, and as such, having to go to school and being separate from the both of them was a trying time for him. It wasn't that he didn't want to socialize with the other foals, because he did; he was just too shy to really put himself out there and make friends. Luckily for him, a few foals were more than happy to reach out to him, keeping Ambrose from being friendless. Almost as soon as he was old enough to go to school, Ambrose wanted to help at home with the garden, their source of food. However, despite his mother's gardening talents, Ambrose witnessed the garden's produce getting weaker and weaker with every harvest. He saw the worries that arose in his parents, and knew that he had to help... he just didn't know how. It wasn't until he saw a honeybee, a tiny little creature that he had mostly ignored up until that point, traveling from flower to flower. Curious, the young foal observed the bee's behavior. He then watched other bees, any bee that he could find and follow without upsetting it. It didn't take him long to come up with an idea. Using one of his father's smoking pipes, the young Ambrose located a wild beehive on the edge of the farm and sedated the creatures with a few puffs of the foul-smelling stuff. He had no idea if such a thing would work, but he noticed that mosquitoes and other pests always left his father alone when he worked, just so long as the smoke was coming out of the pipe. Fortunately for his unstung hide, the trick worked like a charm and the bees were calmed, allowing Ambrose to transport the branch on which the hive was placed closer to the garden. From there, he could only wait and hope that the bees did their work. The next morning, the garden was in full bloom, and the bees were buzzing from flower to flower, pollinating all the plants. That harvest was the most plentiful the family had in years, and Ambrose knew he had found his calling. The foal ran to the library of Fillydelphia, reading up on everything he knew about beekeeping and running a bee farm, which he learned was also called an apiary. He found blueprints for the wooden hives most beekeepers used and asked his father to help him build them, something which Steadfast gladly agreed to. In just a month's time, Ambrose was tending over a whole beehive all by himself, and was the proud owner of a cutie mark in the shape of a beehive, signifying his passion and future occupation. When he had become a rugged young colt, Ambrose left his modest home by train to find a suitable location for his apiary, supported only by some meager savings he had made by selling honey to his neighbors and a few small donations from his parents. While he considered many options, he finally decided on Ponyville for a few reasons. While the inner part of town seemed to be rather busy, there were more than a few rural locations along the outskirts of town, plenty of room to set up his hives and maybe even a rudimentary cabin. There was an apple farm and a bakery, both of which he hoped might be able to make use of his bees and honey. Finally, with such a decent population, there seemed to be little to no competition for the honey business in town. He had never truly shaken himself from his introvert habits, and so Ambrose did his best to avoid too much social interaction as he set himself up on the edge of town. Beekeeping didn't require him to be around anybody but his beloved bees, but if he wanted to make any money, he'd have to enter town itself and begin selling his wares. Placing his trusty fisherman's cap on his head and stocking up the wooden cart his father had built for him, Ambrose set out for the town square to make a living.

Alrighty, rules re-brushed over. It seems like fairly sensible stuff that can be expected (be respectful, don't god mode, no controlling other people's characters, general type etiquite) and even stuff I hadn't encountered thanks to its situation-specificness (no Alicorns) was to be expected. Hope to make a positive impact!

Ah, right. I read through them briefly when I was in the chat, though this screen is sort've finicky (I'm home for winter break and using my relatively cruddy notebook computer, which isn't preferable for writing). I'll go take another looksee right now, then post back when I'm done. Expedient responses! Oh, I was telling people last night that I've got a fair bit of roleplay experience and serve as a moderator for another roleplaying site, but this place has lots of specialized rules that I have to look at for if I'm going to fit in. Hopefully, though, my experience should serve me well. Writing is fun and I absolutely hate to make mistakes, so I want to minimize them.

About myself.: Hey there, I'm an aspiring game designer in my last year of college, going to school in New England. Much of my hobbies involve gaming in some way, whether it's playing them or designing them. If I'm not doing either, I'm either browsing videos on Youtube, writing, or (seldomly) in class. Nah, kidding, school's important to me, but you get the picture. How did you hear about Canterlot.com?: A friend invited me! How did you became a fan of FiM?: My ex-girlfriend roped me into it when we were in bed. You asked. My one favourite main cast pony?: Fluttershy Hey there! I'm Kilmarnock, but I already spoke to some of you the other night. I was the guy playing Ambrose, which is the name I'll probably always appear under in chat. I'm not sure what else to say, so... ah... hello!