Trilobite

I know 'xactly how that is. I'll bug you again in a few days, but only because I love you.

I completely understand. I've notified the appropriate people and your application should be in the queue, but I don't have any information about timelines. I can tell you I'm looking forward to Emerath's approval, too!

"How about some of your famous cider? Let's see how it measures up against Stalliongrad brew," Parhelion said with a chuckle. "Adventures, huh? Hmm...someone stole the moon? No, Id've probably heard about that...hmm...Earth ponies are usually strong, sensible, with big hearts and a good head on their shoulders. I'd want someone like that for any expedition into the unknown." He looks at Muggo, his expression half-questioning, trying to see if he's getting warmer.

Parhelion was not a doctor, but clearly somepony was in trouble. As a pegasus he was, if nothing else, able to get places pretty quickly, so if help needed to be brought... He walked toward where the the gathering and the older pony there. He looked back and forth from Strudel to Pinkie to Granny. "Is everything okay?" Without knowing it, he'd slipped into his 'weatherpony' voice, a calm, assured voice full of quiet authority.

Hey there! Just the littlest, most gentle, most friendlierestest of nudges, soley because I like this character and would love to see him finished and on his way toward being in RP!

Parhelion stepped forward. The boisterous pinkie pie had become distracted, a state he wondered if she didn't spend a lot of time in. Still, the day was pleasant, and the folk of ponyville seemed to be as well. Plus the line was moving. A work tune from the Winter Wrap up came to his lips, the pegasus whistling quietly and stretching his wings in the warm summer sun.

Parhelion nodded. "Yep. Just wrapped up the diving competition. Wow! Some really great showponyship there, a lot of ponies having a lot of fun. I don't think I'll get a rosette, but I feel like my training paid off and I did okay. " He pauses, looking thoughtfully in the direction Fire Walker trotted off in, and then seems to think better of asking any questions. "How have things been going for you back home? Any exciting new developments in the city?"

"She seems like good ponies," Parhelion said, watching Fire Walker go. "Old friend of yours?"

"Oh, Fire, you really should! I just came from the diving competition, and it was a blast. There's all types competing here, mostly for fun! And hey, Muggo, if you do need some help, consider me a volunteer."

Parhelion turned to the red pegasus. "Well, that answers your question," he said with a laugh. "Fire, is it? I'm Parhelion. Out of Stalliongrad. Nice to meet you. And good to see you again, Muggo! Things seem a bit calmer than the last time we were here, huh?" He chuckled, and said to Fire, "I wondered if he'd be here, selling some of the ale I've heard about." He offered hoof-bumps all around.

Parhelion, fresh from the diving competition, paused as he entered the ring. There was a teeming mass of ponydom before him, along with their tents and banners and signs and streamers and booths and tables and....it was quite a sight to behold. Ordinarly, it would have been slightly intimidating, but the day was so beautiful, and had gone so well, that the raucous atmosphere just brought a smile to his face. Too tired at the moment to fly, Parhelion wandered the crowd, looking for either a Stalliongrad tent or anypony he might know. "Wish I'd brought a sign," he said to himself. "Wonder if I can find that bar-owner from Winter Wrap up...Muggo?"

Hey there! Just wanted to say I looked over the Peryton lore, and it's clear you read it thoroughly, too! Lichen seems to fit right in. Looking forward to seeing how this develops.

Parhelion's eyes went wide and he stepped back a little, looking slightly to either side as if for a clue or help. This pink pony was practically prancing. "Um...yes? I mean...uh, the weather's fine, but I'm afraid I'm in from Stalliongrad to visit my parents, and I don't know about the local weather. I can try to find out later, though. And, uh, yes, I think we're in a line. I'm supposed to pick up a 'bushel' of apples. Well, not pick it up, of course, but arrange for it to be picked up and..." he realized he was rambling, unseated by the unexpected exuberance of Pinkie's response. Ah! A foal! That was something solid he could hang on to. "Hello," he said to Pumpkin Cake, with a gentle smile. "Got your rattle in your mouth, huh? Personally, I'd be shaking it around, but to each their own." He looked back up at Pinkie. "Is the little one yours?"

Lookin' good. I always like seeing different styles of pony pictures.

Parhelion whistled to himself as he glided in for a touchdown near Sweet Apple Acres. It was good to be back in Ponyville. He had first visited the much-storied little town in the previous year's winter wrap-up, along with many ponies from across equestria. Now that summer was here, Parhelion was down from Stalliongrad to visit his parents in Cloudsdale. As usual, his mother had a thousand thousand errands for him to run, mostly to help her with the events she was always organizing for the city. Today it was apples. Sun-drop apple pie was a speciality of his mother's, and this year she was making a whole mess of them for a summer feast. Which mean the purchase of a commensurate mess of apples, which meant a team of pegasi to haul them back to equestria, which meant Parhelion was on point for the whole affair--from collecting the team to organizing transport to arranging purchase. He loved his mother, but just didn't have her talent for mass organization, and his head was spinning from all the recent running around and herding pegasi and scheduling. The long glide to Ponyville had set his spirits right again, but when he saw the queue his whistling stopped. He landed daintily at the back of the line and peered up ahead. There was a very pretty filly in a cute hat at a booth, talking to a silver pony. Parhelion cleared his throat and spoke to the pink pony in front of him. "Um...excuse me. Is this the line for apples? Sweet apple acres apples, I mean."

Looking good so far! I'm curious to see what Lichen's motivation will be, and whether it will be different from or even unrelated to his listed 'occupation'. I like what you did with that, by the way. Oh, and I know this is a work in progress, but I think you might mean 'became' rather than 'because' in the character summary. Not a problem whatsoever! Just thought I might point it out in case, like me, your eyes auto-correct when you proofread. Also, great use of 'chartreuse'. I love chartreuse, and it just doesn't get enough circulation. Now I'm off to read more Peryton lore, and I'll be back.

Good luck with this, and if you have any questions, either in the application process or any time later, let me know and I'll do my best to answer them.

Hey there Emerath, Looking this over, I think you've hit all the main points needed for a character application for Mane RP. I like the concise descriptions and well thought-out character background. It's nice to see some motivations worked into there, too. Love of punctuality is a great driving force! I'm also glad you included something about his origins and relations with his family including current relationships. If you want to add more you certainly could, but as far as I can tell this application could be moved into the 'final' category--assuming you don't have any others there, that is.

Parhelion watched intently as Skylar Song climbed. He swallowed nervously as the wind picked up, and mentally urged his fellow pegasus to climb. It had been well and good, weeks ago, to decide to be brave and take on the sky dive, but looking at that climb--well, it was different being here on the ground and seeing the tower stretch dizzingly upward. Soon the filly was a lilac speck. Clouds swept in from the west, darknening the sky with unnatural speed. Parhelion had heard that the weather was going to be 'left rough', untouched by weatherponies, in this area, and the swift-moving dark mass trailing its shimmering rain caul proved it. Shadows swept across the ground and the tower dissapeared. "Hold on..." Parhelion said quietly, an instant before a torrential downpour forced him to look away. As quickly as it had come, the rainstorm passed, and the tiny dot of the other pegasus continued on. The wait seemed interminable. Now she had made it, Parhelion found himself assailed by worries--what if she did the exact thing he had planned? What if she gave a stunning performance? What if--there she was! Her dive unfolded like a blooming flower, slow at first, then gaining in speed and complexity as she descended, rolling around her own axis, wingtips tracing designs in the air. Parhelion whooped as the swept over the water, bringing up a wave before making a final flashy roll and dropping in. With a grin he started up the ladder himself. The gray pegasus was a third of the way up when he heard the creak. His wings shot out, and he started to disengage himself, then stopped the reflex and held on. "It's not going to fall," she said aloud, half-certain and half-praying. "Okay, okay. Move, weatherpony. You got this." He climbed steadily, closing his eyes. He listened to his own breathing. The creaks and groans of the tower grew louder, and it began to sway noticeably, then almost sickeningly. "Don't stop. Just the wind," he said. "Like your breath. Breath of the sky. It's just moving with the breath of the sky." He moved slowly, but steadily, making sure he had a firm grip with all hooves before moving on, feeling the rhythm of his old friend, the wind as it moved the tower. In his mind, perfect blackness. Then, the image of the lake appeared. Finally himself and the platform at the top of the tower. He held it in his mind, saw his planned dive in vivid detail, ran it again and again, willing the image into his muscles as he-- --he was at the top. He faltered, surprised at how quickly it seemed to have come. His heart raced, his blood as loud in his ears as the rushing wind, the cheering crowd. "You can do this," he said, and hoped that his upraised head and slow pace hid the giddy panic that circled his heart and stomach like a swarm of butterflies. He was at the edge. "Now." Parhelion stepped off, folding his wings in against his body. The tips flared briefly, tilting him nosedown. It was silent. The lake was so far below. A bank of clouds came between him and the ground, the lake, and he shot into it, opening his wings to spiral and trailing a corkscrew of silver cloud-stuff behind him, his long white mane and tail trailing in the center of the vortex. Keep the lake centered. A tiny correction as he gathered speed, then he folded his wings again. His spiral doubled, tripled in speed; he was an arrow, a cannon-shot, a comet of grey with a white tail and the faintest bow-wave of cloud wrapped around it. The image was reflected in the wind-rippled lake, two comets reaching for one another with deceptive laziness. A collumn of white rose into the air and the reflection was obliterated in a thousand sparkling waves. Water rained down in droplets, catching the sun like diamons and causing a wonderful, soft rushing sound. Below the water, trailing another cone of bubbles, Parhelion was dazed, but weeks of practice kicked in and his body swam almost of its own accord to the shore. He emerged far to the left of the judging stables, almost facing away from them, and for a moment was totally, visibly shocked. Keep going, keep going! He turned toward the audience stand, smiling, and spread his wings high, framing himself with them, and then bowed deeply first to the audience, and then to the judges. Parhelion rose and trotted to where he and his fellow contestants would await judging, wondering how many ponies could see the wobble in his knees.

A lady never shies from a necessary task.

Hear hear!

Ooh--it's your drawing, of course, Kirby, so do whatever you want, but that sounds like it might be functional and good-looking--the perfect match as far as Ironmane is concerned.

Sweet! I think the pose really nails what you were aiming for here, along with the expression. She looks refined, not haughty, but the armor communicates a weight and serious intent through a very solid-looking design. Having design elements--like the insignia of the Order and the stylishly curved lines, also helps bring across the fact that she may be a paladin, but she is also a lady.

Nice! A small, barely noticeable change, and we have what feels, to me at least, like the full story. Very nicely written, too--which goes for the application overall. I just know Ember Spark would be loads of fun to play and roleplay with. Hope it goes smoothly!