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Until they take the teasing to a dirty or threatening level, it's not legally harassment, I don't think. If it is, I still disagree that the police need to be involved unless it turns into more than innocent teasing. I would agree with joining in the joke and acting lke you're hot stuff, because it makes the situation fun for everybody and you can all go home laughing. Killing them with kindness also works to, although it's preferable that it be sincere and not just to get them off your back. Under no circumstances would I ever advise you to "act creepy" toward them. You are a man/boy. They are girls. Even if they started it simply for laughs, you acting creepy is way too easy to turn into a nightmare for you. Harassment will be brought up then, but against you, and your gender will make it very hard for people to believe you.

As lame as it is, I have that habit, but I'm looking for xenomorphs as opposed to people. However, it's usually when I'm half asleep when I wake up to go to the bathroom.

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Rainsquall Sex: Female Age: Foal Species: Pegasus Eye Color: Deep Blue Coat Color: Jet Black and Alabaster White Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Jet Black, very well combed and smooth Physique: Diminutive, even for a foal Cutie Mark: Not yet obtained. Origin/Residence: She was born while her family was in Canterlot for a visit in her Grandparent's mansion. She spent the first few years of her life in Canterlot, and now roams the wilds with her Clan. However, she looks forward to any stops they might make at towns great or small. Occupation: Learning as much as she can from her mother, Rainsong Motivation: Obtaining her Cutie Mark and finding out how ponies get to live when they stay in one place. Likes: Snuggling, pretty things, especially bows and castles, fairy tales Dislikes: too much dirt, mean ponies Character Summary: History: She was born during a visit to Rainsong's parents mansion in Canterlot. The birth was so taxing that both the Clan Midmare and the Chrysanthemum family physician prescribed a good long rest, even for a hardy mare such as her. And so Rainsquall spent the first four years of her life in the lap of noble luxury in the most aristocratic city in Equestria, while her mother recuperated and found that bearing twelve foals over the years was not as easy a feat as she previously had thought. The strain had caught up with her, but on the bright side, her new daughter lived the life she had growing up, staying in one place, and taking in a world of fashioned and exquisite beauty. Her parents taught her grandaughter about all the heroes of old and their wonderful adventures, and taught her how to take very good care of her mane and tail. When they finally went back out on the road, the poor foal missed the painted spires and castle walls, but was able to cope by recalling such tales and looking for the natural beauty in the world around her. Parents: Rainsquall is tightly bound with all her family members, but is especially close to her parents and her older brother Clouddrum. She and her brother can often be found exploring the cities their family visits together, with the colt making sure that his ward does not get herself into too much trouble. When she asks, he tells her stories of great pony Philosophers of yesteryear, and the trials and tribulations of their time. She is, of course, her father's little foal, and he dotes on her as any devoted father might, so woe betide any that darken her brow, for she is the wee daughter of a warrior grim. She also has a special relationship with her mother, who teaches her the fairy tales that were told to her by her mother, and so on. She, of course, looks up to Rainsong as the model of what any mare should be. Personality: She is a happy and adventurous little foal, still full of the rambunctious energy that she had as an infant. She has a great love for the fairy stories her grandparents told her, and hopes to be a part of a similar tale someday. She is tender-hearted and demure as a result, emulating both her mother and the princesses she heard so much about. She has a strong sense of justice, and while never interested in physically defending anyone, she will help sad ponies she bumps into while out exploring the towns of Equestria, or tell bullies to leave other alone. Flaws: Rainsquall's occasional violent temper can make her hard to deal with when she finally reaches the boiling point, but other than that, her main weakness is her youthful naive spirit. It is not always wise to consider every gallant face to hide a gallant heart, but this is what her romantic outlook on life tends to lead her to think. At times, her desire to avoid overmuch dirt does keep her from helping her family as much as she should when it comes to chores.

OOC: And suddenly, it got real. Thunderhead and Thunderpeak watched as the passengers disembarked from the train, unseen by most as they stood grinning ear to ear on top of one of the passenger cars. They were waiting for the right pony to make itself known, so that they could get a good laugh. There possible targets would preferably be either older, overweight, skittish, overly proper, or all three. They were zeroing in on a few select victims in hushed whispers when Thunderhead noticed Amethyst in the crowd. The two looked at one another, nodded, and smiled even wider. Patiently, they waited, keeping their eyes glued on her as she stood until the crowd dissipated. When she started toward the door, they took off, winging their way silently over to directly behind her. Then, they landed on either side of her, leaned in, trapping her between them, and unleashed the powerful static charge they had been building up the whole time, screaming in unison " HEY AMETHYST! SURPRISE!" as loud as they could, all within the space of a second or two.

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Steve the Drake Sex: Male Age: Teenage Species: Dragon Eye Color: Emerald Green Hide Color: Crimson red, golden underbelly/wing webbing Physique: Slender, serpentine, lithe. Mostly neck, tail, and wing. 5ft at the hip, 16ft wingspan, 18ft total length. Special Skills: aerial acrobatics, aerial speed, running on his two legs, carrying things for long distances in flight Origin/Residence: Garden Gait, Solstice Heights, Whitetail Woods, main home is a massive oak in on a thickly-grassed hill overlooking a pond in one of the smaller garden-esque areas on the outer edges of Canterlot. You can often find him there, hanging from a thick branch on a lazy afternoon. Occupation: Professional Air Taxi. He has a basket he carries one pony at a time in to various destinations around Equestria. Motivation: He wants to explore the world and the life it has to offer. His taxi business is fairly useful at helping him do just that. Likes: hanging from things for naps, aerial acrobatics, sudden adventures, pranks, traveling Dislikes: suffering, going hungry, creatures with no sense of humor or adventure Character Summary: History: His egg was found one bright Spring morning buried under a nest of moss that until recently had been the property of a brooding dragoness. The perytons who found it did all they could to find the mother, even enlisting aide from Canterlot to spread the word, but no response came, and they were forced to raise it and the hatchling that resulted. After much heated debate, they came up with a list of names several scrolls long, and sat down in front of the little dragon. They read them off one by one until they noticed a positive reaction. From that day forward, the rambunctious dragon took the moniker Steve the Drake and ran with it, making it his own, despite the reservations of his guardians. Raising him was a difficult task, for he was unable to hunt and the perytons could not teach him the way that dragons lived. Often, dozens of them would fetch mounds of nuts or berries just to keep him from becoming faint with hunger. Once he became old enough to fend for himself, the perytons offered him a free choice of what to do with his life. He would always be welcome in the Wood among them, but they would not hold him back from seeking out his own kind or his own path. After some time spent thinking the matter over, he left on a whim to seek his destiny, and found that he enjoyed seeing new places. He quickly did some thinking on how he could support himself and still manage that, and quickly realized that he could use his wings to get ponies where they needed to go. Originally, he had them ride on his back, until someone recommended that he carry a large basket. After basing his business unsuccessfuly in various places, he settled in Canterlot. While he did receive more bits that way, it soon became clear that he chose the place because he preffered to sleep in the largest oak in the city, hanging upside-down by his tail in his usual way. With the bits coming in, he debated for the first time in his life about whether or not to try and find his egg-parents or at the very least, other dragons, as the trip to their lands was easily fundable with the money he had earned. However, the behavior of his kindred bothered him, they seemed a serious and often brutal bunch, full of barely contained rancor. Ponies and perytons were better company than that. Parents: Due to his orphan status, he has no knowledge of what dragon sired or laid his egg. He was raised mainly by the Peryton community in Whitetail Wood, and has many, many individuals he could call mother or father with equal veracity. He visits them fairly often with gifts from far-away lands and tales from the same. Personality: It is very easy to sum up Steve in a few words: one giant hatchling. While he is responsible for the most part, he enjoys goofing off and meeting new people, whom he subsequently plays jokes on and drags off on wild adventures that may end with some minor abrasions and bandages. Because he loves his job, he has managed to see most of the populated places in Equestria, and make a fair bit of bits at it too. Once ponies get used to him, he fits right in and becomes an invaluable friend and helper, should the need ever arise. He considers his size and strength a responsibility as well as an advantage. It is notable that the always-looming spectre of greed that haunts most dragons appears to be almost completely absent in him, most likely due to his energetic good nature. Occasionally, though, he will spy a trinket he especially likes, and stop at nothing short of immorality to get it. Thus, there is a small pile of gems and jewelry in a knothole in his oak tree. Flaws: Steve is spontaneous and outgoing, which, when one is as fierce looking as he, is not always the best thing in the world to be. He often scares folks that aren't used to him, and the fact that he occasionally takes practical jokes or adventures too far does not help matters. His fondness for naps can get him into trouble as well, and often it involves him being late to something because he decided that five more minutes asleep was a good idea.

Rainsong nodded happily. "Of course, dear, I would love to!" She trotted after the schoolmarm, very pleased with herself and the situation. "If you require assistance with the foals, given my experience, I would be happy to aide you in watching over them during the demonstration." She knew from experience that once outside, foals who were asked to sit still, especially when they were highly agitated, rarely did as asked. And with so many in one place, and a great excitement such as the chance to see the Wonderbolts in action, she knew that Miss Cherilee would need all the help she could get. Even with the other mothers and the Elders of the Clan helping, sometimes watching all thirty-six of the current foals at once was almost impossible.

My personal hope is that he turns into a green and purple version of either of these: http://i.newsarama.com/images/draco.jpg http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1P9htehmXC0/TaOqlJcJ6NI/AAAAAAAAAVA/quBcGBnvJYQ/s1600/222_G.jpg

Changes made.

I was afraid of size as well, because I checked the chart and the proportions are different in relation to body dimensions. I see my main problem was in gauging pony height incorrectly, in assuming Big Mac to be roughly five foot at the shoulder. The reason Athkore seems so massive is his longer neck and tail in comparison to the model you all gave, as opposed to actual bulk. The 12 feet also includes the spikes for the height(I'd say at least a foot), and I based the full length off of a proportional analysis of quadrupeds (namely dinosaurs, after all, this will be part of my job). with allowances for a serpentine physique. Mainly, while his body mass is the same as the stockier teen dragon model, his body will be longer and lankier (as shown in his picture) as a result. What I lost in bulk creating him I replaced with length. Consider him like the leopard or cheetah of dragons, as opposed to the Siberian Tiger or Lion. I even based his physical strengths off of those two cats (minus the digging, that's more of his reptile prowess showing through). With this explanation, is he acceptable in this regard? In regards to your suggestions, the entire point of his character (and I'm noticing, a trend in all of mine) is that he's used to dealing with bad situations resource wise, and feels better fending for himself. Going hungry would not be a frightening or unfamiliar concept to any predator. The only fear of greed he really has (due to his total lack of serious upbringing, I would imagine) is of losing his "edge", his lean body he has worked hard to cultivate. I do thank you for your help though.

1) Paydays and anything with peanut butter in it. 2) Everything else. I even like spinach and beets, so asking me if I enjoy sweets is like asking if the sun produces heat, or if bears are Catholic, or if the Pope poops in the woods.

I have a tendency to be detailed, often unnecessarily so. So forgive me while I pontificate on this subject while refusing to identify myself as a Brony (despite many protests to the contrary that will no doubt arise after being forced to read this incoming explosion of text). For the purposes of this discussion, we'll assume that I'm a ponified me and not a human walking around with a bunch of horses that rarely reach my chest (unless I have underestimated their sizes badly). 1st Choice-Fluttershy: I would spend my entire day simply enjoying her company as I assisted her with her work. I do very well with animals on a trust basis, and have a great love towards seeing them treated well. I'd probably prefer to be a sort of pony Steve Irwin for the day, helping larger more dangerous animals with wounds or whatnot that she would be too small to carry or tend to on her own. Not that she cannot handle herself, but when you need to actually lift a Manticore, you need muscle power, not cuteness. 2nd Choice: Spike/Princess Luna/Big MacIntosh/Mr. Fancypants: With Spike, I'd just chill out and have bro-time. I'd give him some advice on his lady troubles. He'd teach me what it's like to be a dragon, which would be awesome, because I love dragons. With Princess Luna, I'd just treat her like a normal non-frightening pony, because hey, I've been the Prodigal in my life. And I'd ask questions about 1,000 years ago, because history is a fun subject for me. I'd also ask her tons of questions about pony "science", i.e. magic, seeing as she would have to be very skilled indeed, being an Alicorn and all. Big MacIntosh, heh, we wouldn't even need to talk. We'd just work our hindquarters off all day and have a good hearty meal when one was called for. LIKE A HOSS. Mr. Fancypants, well, aside from debating matters philosophical (come to think of it, Luna would also be good for this, I'd assume she'd be classically educated) and taking in Canterlot like any pair of decent chaps, we'd engage in swordplay, the Gentlecolt's Art. And just generally be stellar exemplary Gentlecolts. 3rd Choice: Rainbow Dash/Rarity/Applejack/Hayseed Turnip Truck: Rainbow Dash would probably just be fun to teach how to swordfight, with all that athletic ability and natural competitive spirit. Rarity, well, that's easy. Gentlecolts take fillies out on the town every now and then, don't they? Not romanticaly, of course, but as platonic companions. Don't want to bust up things for my main man Spike. Like I would with her older brother, I'd spend the day working with Applejack, with decidedly more conversation than the same day spent with BigMac. And last but not least, a day spent with Hayseed Turnip Truck would be epic beyond compare, as we wallowed in the simple pleasures of simple ponies and generally hicked about. Yes, I thought all this out now, on the spot, and yes, it means I am probably a nut. WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP!

"Greetings, and may blessings of health be upon you and yours." Rainsong beamed, bowing low and flaring her wings out wide. "I am Rainsong, daughter of Lord and Lady Chrysanthemum of Canterlot. The pleasure of our meeting is mine." With the usual but sincere formalities out of the way, she began to explain herself. "I suppose you must be wandering what I am doing outside your school, Miss Cherilee, I think your name is?" She nodded sweetly. "I noticed that the Wonderbolts were here, and while I did not wish to disturb your class, I was interested in listening to the dear little foals watch their favorite heroes speak. I have twelve foals of my own, you know." She smiled brighter than ever at that, becoming a picture of pure maternal benevolence.

Technically, it's complete, but I can't have two FINAL applications going at one time. So I'll just switch it once Athkore is approved.

Chillwind nodded to the shopkeep as he went back to his desk. "Have no worries. I will have them wrapped at another shop." His eyes sweeping the shelves near where the other pegasus had suggested, he strode forward, his hooves making dull thuds on the floor. He found a promising shelf and began nosing through the tomes, most of which were thick, older volumes. He was almost too absorbed to notice the bump on his flank that brought him back to his surroundings. He looked around, and noticed a unicorn filly trying to carry a fairly large number of texts...and a ferret? Strange. "All is forgiven. Would you accept my help with your load, Miss?" he inquired, his eyes watching her face impassively. He nodded slightly to the rugged yet elegant cloth sacks of varying size he had draped over one shoulder. Snowflakes continued to fall out of the air around his person, and the air became a bit colder.

Chillwind flicked his eyes in the general direction the pegasus had given him. "A gift, for my mare. She has interest in that subject." he explained, his eyes blinking slowly. He looked down at the shorter pony. "Although I suppose having them wrapped as a gift would be preferable, if you offer that service in this establishment."

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria RP Name: Hawkeyes Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Pegasus Eye Color: Blazing Red Coat Color: Jet Black Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: His mane and tail are fake, made of magically lightened metal and fastened on by a series of piercings. They are painted Blazing Red and Jet Black. Physique: Massive, rugged, scarred in many places. Strangely, he is lacking wings. Cutie Mark: As his flank is always concealed by his cape, one only has his word to tell that it is a falcon's eye. Origin/Residence: He was born on the road, in his nomad family's camp outside of the Whitetail Wood. He tends to stay very close to camp, so wherever his Clan roams, there he will be. Occupation: Technically, warding his Clan's flanks when they travel, and watching for danger ahead. These days, he tends to trail behind the rest of them, claiming to prefer rear-guard duty. Motivation: At the moment, he appears to be utterly lost about what to do with himself. Likes: Solitude and peace, proving himself Dislikes: Too much attention, has an extreme pathological hatred of failure, most likely related to the loss of his wings. Character Summary: History: He grew up wild and strong, living the nomadic life that his ancestors before him had always lived. Lacking nothing that truly matters, he became an adept fighter under the tutelage of his father, Chillwind, and learned well from his Clan's Elders once he was of age. After his Mark appeared, he realized that his special gift was that of a keen and discerning eye, so much so that he excelled even beyond the rest of his winged bretheren. It became a regular habit for him to challenge griffons to contests involving eyesight. It was rare that he would lose. He used his skill to spot any signs of stalking predators, and saved his Clan much trouble whenever he was scouting out their way through the clouds. All of that changed. Somewhere over the mountains near Whitetail Wood, he strayed too far from the protective blanket of warriors that always flew out around the main body of pegasi. His normally sharp vision was blurred by the incredibly dense cloud-cover they had been forced to fly into. He noticed movement to his left, then his right, and suddenly, all around him. It was erratic, strange, and like nothing he had ever flown with before. Further details are lacking, as he refused to explain any further what happened to him, even to his own mother and father. All that anypony knows is that after hearing him cry out for help and aide, the Clan searched fruitlessly for several hours and could not locate him. Things were made worse by the terror they could clearly hear in his voice. As far as they knew, the stalwart stallion feared nothing, and had faced peril a thousand times over without flinching. They finally found him when the clouds dissipated just before sunset. It would be unwise to relate his injuries here beyond saying that they were extensive, and that he no longer had mane, tail, or the most horrifying, wings. It was many months before he fully recovered from his wounds. And then, he was still grounded. He felt responsible for his fate, and foolish that his skill had not been enough to save him. He became a hollow shell of the pony he had been. Even when they found a skilled unicorn to fashion an enchanted cloak, legbands, and hoofcovers that allowed him to run through the sky as easily as he could on land, it did nothing to cheer him. He tried replacing his mane and tail using enchanted metals from the same unicorn, but for him, it was never the same. Now, he keeps himself as a pony apart, and mulls over thoughts he rarely expresses to anypony. Parents: His whole Clan has tried with valiant effort to restore his spirits, all of his siblings and his mother and father doing their best to include him in any way they can. While it is plain enough to see that he still cares deeply for his family, that care is marked by the same tragic sadness that touches every aspect of his life. Cutie Mark: He was early into his colt years when he received it. He was out searching for a lost foal with his older brothers Firebolt and Redwing, and they had been getting nowhere. They were in the Painted Pinto Desert, flying through craggy canyons and calling out the little female's name, to no avail. Then, in a crevasse far below them, Hawkeyes caught a small glimpse of the sun reflecting off of her terrified eye, and signaled for the others to join him. At that moment, his flank flashed, and he knew what his talent was.

Thunderhead was zipping around above the lake in Canterlot Park when he noticed the two ponies below. He had been incredibly bored so far today, with his brother Thunderpeak down for the count with a nasty cold. He had pestered Firebolt and Rainsquall until his older brother had given him a swift hoof to the rear for bothering his baby sister, and at that point he promptly chose to leave his Clan's camp and go explore nearby Canterlot. His masterfully executed attempt to sneak past the guards at the gate had been a success, but the fun of it had soon passed. Buzzing a particularly fancy looking mustachioed unicorn stallion and his gorgeous Mare (Wow she was slim and sleek!) had yielded no amusement... Fancyshorts or whatever the mare had said his name had been simply ignored the colt as he made awkward raspberry noises over their heads. And now, here, below him, some goofy looking recluse was near a pretty darn pretty filly. Boy, did he like redmanes. He was going to have to make this look fan-bucking-tastic! He flew to the opposite end of the lake, beat his wings to climb a little, and dove sharply. As he neared the water, he leveled out, and let the wind from his low-hanging hooves through up a small spray of misty water. As he shot across the lake, he focused, gritting his teeth in a smile, and his body charged with visible crackling and sparking static electricity. He came to a stunning halt a few feet int front of the redmaned filly, a fine mist from the lake settling in the air as sparks flew from his body to the droplets of water around him, making a miniature storm of minscule lightning. "Greetings. And you are?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.

Chillwind regarded the shopkeep evenly. He spoke quietly, at leat, for him. In actuality his voice rumbled deep from within his chest. "Shopkeep, have you any books, or scrolls, perhaps, on the Lore and Legend of the nomadic tribes of pegasi that once roamed these lands in great numbers?" he asked, standing as still as stone. Around him, snowflakes hovered in the air, and his hot breath steamed forth as he spoke.

I'm glad you asked. It is a little like Kick-Ass, although I know my guy specifically is not intending to put on a costume and show off (currently, at least). No character would have any superpowers beyond their special talents. After all, for other examples, Green Arrow, Batman, and the Black Panther all are normal humans who are just good at being costumed heroes. That's the kind of team I'm talking about. I was actually thinking of Green Arrow and the original Marvel Black Cat (Felicia Harding's father from the 90's Spiderman cartoon) when I read White Feather's profile. As for the villains, as they can only be characters approved for the Mane RP, their powers/skills will mostly be on the same level. I know Firebolt is an exception, somewhat, as he can cause explosions emanating from his person, but, that was approved. So, no worries, I think we can all fit in the Mane RP as you described it.

OOC: Hehehe, Rainsong made sure she never actually stood in front of the window, but this is more fun. I'll go with it. Rainsong heard Miss Cherilee's announcement, and put two and two together when she heard hoofsteps coming around the corner. She slid backward out from under the windowsill, and stood expectantly, waiting for the teacher to arrive. While her situation was possibly precarious, she knew a thing or two about handling herself in awkward situations. Anyone who mothered her twin colts Thunderhead and Thunderpeak would have to, not to mention the way Clefthoof sometimes interrupted solemn moments with an outburst of rambunctious singing. With all the disturbances those three had caused, she had become quite the natural at dealing calmly and kindly with those alarmed by a misunderstanding.

Chillwind strode solemnly through the streets of Canterlot accompanied by his Mare Rainsong. The two walked flank to flank, occasionally giving one another an affectionate lean from time to time. Then, out of an antique shoppe came trouble in the form of two unicorn friends of Rainsong's, mares she had known since she was a foal. After a tender apology and a sweet farewell nuzzle, his Mare was forced to leave him to his own devices in the most beautiful city in Equestria. Still slightly grumpy from losing the company of Rainsong for the day, he walked a bit more briskly, and the air around him grew a bit more chilled. By the time he found the small bookshop she had wanted to visit, he was dropping little white bits of powder off of his ebony coat. While he was out, he might as well at least try to find her what she had wanted. Silently, and with all the sombre dignity of a mountain covered in snow, he nudged open the door and entered, his presence chilling the room by a few degrees. Had he been less distracted, he might have noticed the snowflakes that had begun to drop from the air around him onto the floor.

You know, Boss Hoss brings up an interesting point. If all the unicorns everywhere combined their magical forces and had somebody skilled like Twilight Sparkle directing them, could they outpower the Alicorn sisters? I mean, Twilight has the power to repair dams. Lifting tons of rubble. And reforming it. Solo.

And suddenly, one of the people I wanted to contact about possibly joining beat me to the buck and posted. I'd read some of your Apps after reading Nightmare at Hooligans', and liked what I saw. If you're game, consider White Feather in. And thank your for the bits, but, in essence, I don't think we'd be taking it way too far. I mean, after all, we're only using ponies that have been approved by the Staff, so none of their abilities or pasts will be too over-the-top, and as far as situations, I'm pretty sure we can handle it if we ask questions before we rush into things. And if you're part of this from the get go, your voice is already keeping things legitimate and in line with THA RULEZ.

Phil, Arcana sounds perfect for the job, and like someone that Athkore, with his bendable morals, http://www.canterlot...on-athkore-wip/ could easily work well with as "the bad guys". Consider her drafted. Edit: Lord Brony, that is definitely a good "first encounter". The more I think of it, a random disaster seems like the best option for The Hand of Fate to pull heroes together. The villains can come later.

Neoniie, consider Neon a part of the team. If some of the people I'm hoping joing this get their OC's in here, he'll have no lack of teachers when it comes to derring-do. Firebolt himself is pretty darn good at that sort of thing. Feel free, Phil. Actually, if my dragon OC goes through, we may have a good candidate for the first villain. Of course, he's just one teenage dragon, so if anyone else has villainous rogues, feel free to bring them along.