Tuseday

Im done at the moment. Im actual making this thee cannon application for Crossover or FFA RP rp's. What really annoys me is that Ive had 180 page views, but no requests to join any rp's : (

Thanks a bunch

Helo?

Then id like for it to be switch for advertisement for an application in ether crossovers or FFA RP

In regards to this, I Own the rights to Trixie Clone no 3, Also known as Tuesday, as she is my OC on Ponychan

Type of RP: Crossover or FFA RP Name: Tuesday Sex: Female Age: Foal, borderline mare. (Around 12, almost 13) Species: Earth Pony Eye Color: Purple Color: Dark Teal Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Light teal stripes w/t White stripes. THe mane is styles to hang over the head, and opposite ether side of the neck. Physique: Sleek, yet built like a traveler capable of defending her self if need be. She takes care of her looks, but not overly so. Overall she is someone you'd glance at for a while, but not even think of trifling with Cutie Mark: Crescent moon w/t star wand Origin/Residence: Trixie's secret lab Occupation: Merchant based in Ponyvill Motivation: She loves her fellow pony like the friends that they are. But refuses to acknowledge her creator mostly because of miss-treatment. As fr as friends go,she's not against it, just to busy trying to make ends meet (Er hay, as it were). Every day is like the last, slow and with little meaning. Yet all she ever wants is something beyond her understanding. The only thing that gets her up in the morning is being able to scour the Ever Free forest for things that Wizards could be interested in. Danger, as it would be, is her crippling vice. Without it her mind just ceases to feel alive. However, the one thing she holds above all else when interacting with ponys is a sense of respect Her major passion out of gathering odds and ends, is floating down rivers while staring at the clear blue sky Dislikes: Trixie, the number 6, Loud music (Classical, some opera and dub-step are fine) Character Summary: Tuseday was never born. More accurately she was forged out of a whim. being the third of her kind, she expected something special of her. But when she asked, all her creator told her was, "My dear, you are but an experiment, a thing. How could you possibly be special." When she heard this, her mind began to shatter. If im not special, then what am i? For months she lay in her cell trying to piece together the thought in her mind. Then they came. At firs she was scared of them The bright color of golden light hurt her eyes. One of the seamed kind. She looked like Trixie, yet with wings. Three years passed as she completed all the tests The royal equestrian academy had to throw at her. Mose of Tuesdays grades were average, except for one. "Give her a shop and some bits" Said her Mechanics teacher, "And she'l soon be able to out-buy Money bags himself." Thinking on this brought fear to Money Bags. Knowing its better to have Friends than enemies, He he approached Tuesday on the day of her graduation and asked her a question. "How would you like to work for me?" "Doing what?" She asked. "Why thats completely up to you my darling." offering her a deed to a modest store, and some bits they set of for ponvill. 2 years on and she's the most prised Merchant, if not for her shear determination to brave the Ever Free Forest for days at a time. If you needed it, chase are shed bee able to find it. That is if you had the bits for it

Im also quit new, hows life?

A warm greeting form New Zealand my fellow Brony

Heya

Im new hear Just making an obligatory hello So...Hi there