Kalpira

Are undead ponies/creatures allowed?

Just added Boombox to her profile, since he was approved.

Just bumping because it might be updated soon.

(( Thanks for the interest everypony! This thread willl be deleted asap ))

The gentle mare looked at her amazing art piece together in place, and not shattered like before. Now her nerves were definitely down, and that feeling had been replaced by an extreme joy. A wide smile showed up beneath her veil, even bigger than the ones hse had been making: mainly shy ones. She could almost kiss that stallion right now, for he had saved his collection only in a few minutes. She even caught herself hopping on her spot, giggling in a low tone and half-closing her already small oriental eyes. "Thank you so much Mr. Klondike! I don't know what would happen to my piece if you hadn't glued it back!", she squeaked, now giving a little flap of wings. After her excitement wore off, she then looked back at the brown mare twin. She had lost her focus when she saw her pottery repaired, and had only noticed them both right now. She approached the mare that had already greeted her, almost without remembering such, looking at her mane tie and her brother's bead. "I have only seen those in very far away lands. Where did you get them?" ((I've been having serious trouble getting on. Forgive me ))

((Hey everypony! I am finally back after so long time absenting from this lovely forum. So as for a warm up, I created my first roleplay thread ))   Harsh winds those were hitting the beach right now. The foam from the waves could be felt in any pony that crossed the warm sand, all of that because the sea seemed to want some more tender cares from the sand that remained on safe land. The gentle markings of the arriving waves could be seen close to the few shells that had been brought to the beach, and would be broken by any passing by pony that wouldn't care so much about them. But what was also charming the equestrian sea was something else... An elegant pink equine had been resting over top of a rock, that stayed right between the shore and the deep sea. She could be seen from the beach, even the slightest details of her. But there was something different about this... pony. Her front half showed clearly a pair of legs and even hooves, but her back was composed by a long tail that ended up with a pair of fins. That being was called a hippocampus, and they were said to charm earthlings and all the innocent ones that did not know the secrets of the equestrian seas. Her name was Pearl Wishes. Her long purple mane blew freely in the sea breeze, while she played with her pearl necklace and sang a beautiful long ong that echoed all over the beach And maybe who knew, she was waiting for somepony? Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray Down by the Walls of Seasaddle Bay, where I met a sailor gay, Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seem'd to be in pain Saying, Blueblood, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again. His hair it does in ringlets hang, his eyes as black as soles, My happiness attend him wherever he goes, From Hoofington, down to Canterlot, I will wander, weep and moan, All for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return. My father is a merchant — the truth I will now tell And in great Gallopoccus Island in opulence doth dwell His fortune doth exceed ₤300,000 in gold And he frowns upon his daughter, 'cause she loves a sailor bold A fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold, True love is grafted in my heart; give me my sailor bold: Should he return in poverty, from o’er the ocean far, To my tender bosom, I’ll fondly press my jolly tar. My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May, And oft we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway, Where many a pretty blooming girl we happy did behold, Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold. Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea, While up aloft, in storm or gale, from me his absence mourn, And firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return. My name it is Pearl Wishes, a merchant's daughter fair, And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year, My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

You probably have noticed my absence, and I will be on and off for a little while more. School is about to start, and I've spent the last few days working with horses. I will be here as soon as I manage to

When I logged today on youtube, I just found out it was infested with the following videos in the brazilian and portuguese community: It is subtitled, and it seems to be the commercial of the year so far xD

Just wondering, since I never understood it... Can I already roleplay this character or do I need it to be transferred to the Creature section?

Well, I am just waiting for approval on this character. After that I'll jump right into that roleplay Dusty!

Posted on that thread asking if she could live in the Roadhouse ^^ I would love to have her performing and interacting with others in there!

I have a female dragon character named Pixie (pending approval), which is a saloon singer and what you can call "body piercer" (she can pierce ponies' ears, sell accessories, and pierce every single spot your pony asks her to!). She lives in a room found in the said saloon, so do you think she could live in Roadhouse Saloon in exchange for a few songs sang there and piercings to the travellers?

Oh that's a good detail! Does anypony need her in their saloon? Because I don't know really the saloons that were created out there in Equestria

I don't mean to push it beyond the PG-13 rule at all! I meant the first option you pointed out, but since I don't understand very well that difference in an american culture thinking. And no, she won't enter in any relationship as if she was a hooker or similar. She is just one of those pin-up styled characters that seems to know life very well and is very good at giving advice about it.

I guess I have a saying here. I gave up on Snails a long time ago, but I just warned Meow about that. I guess it slipped away from her, because I gave up on him a long time ago. So he truly is available for application.

I fortunately don't get those that much in here. Only in Madeira (if you still remember the horrible flows they went through, we back at the continent shivered in fear) and sometimes Azores. But right in the continent where I live, we don't get that kind of things. Only little earth shakings here and then, nothing else. Good luck to all of you near the coastal area!

(( I am SOOOOO sorry for the delay everypony, but my horses IRL have been giving me a buch of work these last days )) Hoity-Toity had now a smile growing on his muzzle, while he shook hooves with almost the entire Apple family. He loved attention, and he couldn't deny it. But he didn't bother about hidding that fact either... He lifted his head to Granny Smith when he got a moment, as if saying he would have a drink. "With pleasure, Madam. It's always nice to have a drink with a lady!", he said, chuckling in his snobby way, but not intending to behave as a snob with Granny Smith. He ordered one more glass of apple juice for him and when he got it, he took short sips, like he had been taught. He didn't usually have homemade drinks, only if it was very fancy or very expensive. So he loved it when he could have a tste of the drinks other ponies made.

http://i287.photobuc.../dragonness.jpg Name: Pixie Sex: Female Age: Teen - old enough to work on her own Species: Dragon Scales Colour: Dark pink Eye Color: Dazzling blue Physique: Agile and elegant, has a flirty attitude, and that makes her have softer moves. She also has several piercings and rings all over her body. Origin: Talonopolis. Now she has what she can call a nest on Appleloosa Roleplay Type: Mane Roleplay Occupation: Jeweller (spell check?), ornating passing by ponies with all kinds of metals and jewels for only a few coins. She also sings at an Appleloosian bar. Motivation: Her motivation is the passion dragons have for gems and jewels, that made learn how to work something that could be used as food or the way she likes the most: jewelry Likes: Gems, metal waiting to be worked, singing, make others happy, flirting and seducting, show off her own piercings and various rings Dislikes: Creatures that call her crazy, being told no metal can be worked on, snobs Character Summary: Pixie was hatched throug an accident. A dark male unicorn, with a soul as dark as his pelt since he was a young foal, wamted to prove his value to his neighbour griffins, with disastrous consequences. He did hatch Pixie, but when he found out she was a female, he abandoned right in that second and didn't even allow her to grow attached to him. The Griffins at the time just wanted to know about the foal's amazing skills, and left Pixie alone as well. Many months passed by, and the young dragonness grew on her own, learning how to protect herself and to find gems only with her instincts. It was then that she found out the amazing city of the Griffins, Talonopolis. Everything was so wonderful! Engines working, Griffins working, and most of all-metal sparkling. Pixie hated the Griffins for what they had done to her, but trying not to get noticed, she had an eye on the day-to-day of that city for a long time. No Griffin ever caught her, even having a bright skin colour that could attract their attention. She had just learned to distract the ones that had a small glance at her, making her an excellent bargainer and secretly social dragonness. As years passed, Pixie acquainted several metal-working skills, and started ornating herself with the jewels she found and thought pretty enough for herself. And she travelled in her tiny little wings, always by herself and rarely talking to anypony or any other creature for that matter. Until one day, she reached the so warm Appleloosa. To keep herself safe, Pixie used her elegance and charisma to trick many, and her knowledge of the hard life to make friends that had suffered as much as she had. Meeting friendly people for the first time in her life, Pixie managed to get a room for herself in Appleloosa, right in the cabaret bar she used to attend. And it was when the bartender caught her mumbling a beautiful tune while she cleaned her things that he gave her a chance to sing in there, as a way to pay her stay in the room. She also ornates anypony who would like an earring, a piercing or simply a pretty bracelet. In therms of personality, Pixie can be quite reserved at times, but she's always with a smile on her face. She can be quite sneaky when she wants to, and she hardly trusts anypony. Even after going through so much, she doesn't regret anything she did when she was younger, and simply laughs at it. She is also very proud and confident, so she is usually caught talking to the customers of the bar she stays in, sometimes telling them lies or even seducing them with some sort of purpose. But if this dragonness trusts you, you have a friend for life. If you need some help picturing her, she's inspired in songs like "Lady Marmalade", "Bang Bang my Baby Shot me Down" and "Hit the Road Jack". So everytime she sings or shows up, she will hve that kind of style

Wind Mist pulled the coffee slightly closer to her muzzle, and then pulled her veil up with one hoof. With the other hoof, she took the cup to her mouth and sipped in silently, appreciating the soft texture and the amazing flavour. She actually didn't leave the counter, feeling so relaxed that she completely forgot to pick the cup and move around. She was glad he could fix her tureen, and even more for him being so nice. Having somepony to take care of her was always great, specially somepony that she had just met but would help her. She then caught sight of the zebra that had arrived before her. "So Miss... Zecora?", she asked shily in her tender voice, "I can see you like artifacts as well. And pardon me, but you have an amazing scent. It makes me drift to distant lands...", she said, half-closing her eyes and smiling widely.

The young stallion just couldn't believe his ears the moment he heard the words Daycare and Nursery. So he wasn't knocking on that door randomly. It had called for him ever since he had arrived to Ponyville. His ears perked up and his head raised, his black, white and blue mane flowing back to his neck. His smile grew even wider and he took a step forward. "Oh, hello there!", he cleared his throat almost as surprised as she was, "My name is Stork, and I'm an owner of a daycare back at Manehattan. I was just passing by to buy some new supplies for the center. You know, new toys, some brand new foal food..." And it was right in that moment that Stork caught one of his saddlebags moving around as if something was inside. When it finally stopped, a tiny head with a dark pink and yellow mane popped out, a pair of wide and curious blue eyes looking around. Stork was even more surprised now. "And this is... my younger brother, Lemon Mix. He seems to have found my saddlebags again and hid inside to come and have a walk with his big bro again.", he said, chuckling a bit, still surprised. Lemon Mix was a bundle of surprises indeed. He hadn't even felt him moving inside his saddlebag, and now there he was, staring at the owner of the daycare.

But Hoity-Toity was determined to have an avant-garde design dress on his own boutique back in Canterlot. He chuckled and then spoke again. "Dahhling, dahhling, dahhling! Being such an amazing designer you should already know that that's the key to bring a new permanent trend! If your avant-garde design is shown up in my boutique and even in yours, it will be a shock to the fashion community, and an alert to all of those who wanna be trendy!", he explained, gesturing with his hooves several times, making large and wide movements. He knew that she was capable of doing such a thing, since he didn't doubt about her capacities ever since the day he saw a fashion show made by her. No way he would give up on that design. He wanted a pony model to wear that. He wanted the most famous ponies to wear that design.

The fashion designer looked down at the mule almost with even more disdain than he did when he looked at Granny Smith. For him, donkeys were simply beings that wanted to be like ponies, but just...uglier? And he never hid what he thought, even if it was just through his actions. "No thank you, Madam. I feel more inspired for anything when my stimach is empty... and ready to be filled with fashion.", he said, raising and lifting one hoof, and then laughing at his own joke as if it was very funny indeed. Without any further addiction, he turned to Granny Smith again and cleared his throat. "So... You know the apple family, perhaps? I've seen an orange mare with an apple on her flank, in a fashion show for my beloved Rarity. Do you know her?", he explained, not really knowing if she actually knew what he was talking about.

The elegant stallion thanked in a low tone for the Latte, and took a sip right away. Almost at the same time, he made a sitting motion back, and right away somepony came out of nowhere with a pillow to support his rear. He then caught sight of the elder mare, looking at her with a disdainful expression behind his fashionable pink glasses. It wasn't his intention, all because that was his nature. "Well I do know them indeed. In fact, I am the one who provides them most of their outfits for their grand events. They have a picky style, I have to admit...", Hoity-Toity said, and then took another sip and looked back at Granny Smith. "And who would--" but his speech got cut short when he heard a loud scream with a westen accent. He spit his Latte in a sudden and put it down right away, heading to the door. He lowered his glasses to reveal his dark blue eyes, while he looked up at the passing by chariot. "Holy Celestia of Canterlot! What in the world is that thing?", the truth was that the fashion designer loved chariots, and ride on them, but he had never seen such an... odd one?

Hoity-Toity was now getting why they called it a desert. Sure, he had to travel all over and be ready to face every single obstacle in order to know all kinds of fashion worn in Equestria. But what he was going through was just too much. He had sand scratching his hooves, and a burning sun hitting his fashionista head. But he had now arrived at Appleloosa, and he wanted to be staying in some place fancy. Something that could show how much he could afford, and where he could work on his recent designs. He walked almost as if he was prancing, with his nose touching the skies and his hooves barely touching the sand. Even if he was sweating beneath his clothes. Everypony around stared at him, as if he was a total idiot among them. But of course that Hoity-Toity thought otherwise. He finally found a bigger house that was signed as being "Madam Bistro's Place". He stopped complaining to himself, and opened the door all of a sudden. And of course, he waited for somepony to salute him.