Kalpira

((Oki doki loki then ))

Wind Mist was about to reply to the painter and the musician, but little Boombox was determined not to allow her to do so. His cries now seemed to echo over the whole room. Wind Mist didn't want that to happen, and she looked up at the artistic clock that was hanging from the wall. "Oh my, is it this late? I better get going or else Boombox won't calm down...", she said, "Oh, and anything you need, you can find me in Hoofington."

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What the hay was all of that?!

The gentle mare trembled on her elegant legs, looking around and trying to hide her figure behind her pale pink wings. That mare was beautiful: she seemed to be from a fairy tale, or from somewhere else that not that place. She was ... too pure. Her mane had a pure tone of white, and her eyes had no black pupils. They were completely blue, the crystaline tone, and they travelled from corner to corner trying to figure out where she had ended up in. Did it hurt that bad to follow a butterfly when she was travelling? Geez ... A crowd had started to gather around her, mumbling to each other and wondering who was her. She felt herself shrunk to the floor level, covering her opaline eyes with her hooves.

((I have a little issue here ... my character Wind Mist will be replaced by Wintersong, which was assessed by one of the staff members. Wnat me to replace her here in this roleplay?))

This is now a final

NOTE TO STAFF: This character will be replacing my old character Wind Mist. I will edit Boombox later.

Roleplay Type: Mane

Name: Wintersong

Sex: Female

Age: Mare

Species: Pegasus

Eye Color: Cristaline blue

Coat Color: Very light pink. White feathers in wings.

Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Both are clear white. They are long and flowy

Physique: Tall and elegant

Cutie Mark: A pair of ballerina shoes:

Origin/Residence: In a wooden house west from Stalliongrad, in River Stadia

Occupation: Professional sky and ice dancer/singer

Motivation:Snow's motivation is to wake up in the morning and be able to have a beautiful sight of crystaline snow surrounding her house and her environment. That always motivates her to fly out and perform some of her elegant moves for everypony else to admire.

Likes: Snow, snowflakes, the sun together with fresh snow, pinetree scent, cold weather, the sky

Dislikes: Intense sun, dark colours, salty water (it reminds her of warm weather)

Character Summary

History: Wintersong was born in Stalliongrad, surrounded by snow and cold weather. She could spend entire days looking through the window, gazing at the beautiful snowflakes that fell down and piled next to her house and along the paths. For her, those beautiful snowflakes were simply magical! She promised herself that one day, she would be as elegant and gracious as they were. That was what motivated her to study and practice her favorite forms of elegance: dancing and singing.

After a few years of practicing her talents, Wintersong decided to move to River Stadia, so that she could improve her techniques. Since so many ponies ended up lost in that dense forest area, Wintersong ended up helping them when they travelled too far away from a civilized place. Someponies feel so grateful they have already told she was a mirage or a very good being, which only made her giggle to herself.

Parents: Little is known about Wintersong's parents. They never said much about their daughter, or themselves for that matter, and they make everypony believe they are snow plowers. During winter wrap up they work really hard, and they don't give up until the paths are clean from all the snow that fell during winter. They love snow, but they also like to keep it out of the way of the other ponies that don't. Now that Wintersong lives by herself in her own wooden house in the middle of the snowy forest near Stalliongrad, they only visit her when the weather is calmer and they can cross the hard paths to reach for her house. They are incredibly proud of their daughter, since she guides the ponies that get lost in the forest and helps them when they are in need.

Cutie Mark Story: Wintersong's cutie mark is a pair of ballerina shoes. Its earning was obvious, since her foalhood features followed her as she grew up. Even when her parents asked her to gather some wood, she would amaze the ponies that crossed her path with her beautiful dance steps and her mumbled songs. That was something almost natural for her, something she did instinctively, but still other ponies and even foals envied her talents. However, even if pretty obvious, she had to dig quite deep into the snow to get her cutie mark ...

Winter was hitting with total strength, and the lakes were now frozen. Wintersong, however, didn't care that much about that, since hse loved Winter and cold weather. But in one of her trips to get wood to the fireplace, she heard something different than the usual. Something ... noisy. It sounded like a large crowd, and a dog barking? It was indeed a large crowd, surrounding the lake and looking at something. Wintersong couldn't help but to take a look, and what she saw made her hold a squeak. A young dog, probably belonging to somepony, struggled to keep out of the cold water while everypony else stared. Nopony was light enough to reach for the poor little thing, and Wintersong knew she had to do something. Trrying to ignore the crowd, she paced lightly over the thin ice, performing some of her dance steps, until she reached for the already cold pup. Grabbing him, she returned back to safety and delivered him to his owner, that thanked her a lot. Wintersong was worried about the dog and smiling at him as he was warmed, but everypony else was now looking at her flank: where she previously had a blank space, was now a pair of ballerina shoes.

Flaws: Wintersong can't avoid being shy around other ponies, since she lives slightly isolated from the community in the middle of the snow. It takes time for her to open up to anypony, especially if they are more hyper than she is.

Personality: Wintersong is a very shy pony, almost like a forest nymph that is often referred in fairy tales. But once a pony gains her trust, that same pony has a friend for life. Wintersong is extremely loyal for the ones who don't want to see her hurt. Her voice calms even the sorest soul. One can't find evil in her heart, and she seems to never get angry at anything. Her smile can melt the snow around her wooden house, and her love for the others can surpass the love she has for herself.

Well, I've been watching My Little Pony ever since the 90's ...

Happy anniversary

Hmm, my mare Wind Mist may give it a try ... she is more of the gracious type

I'm up for a RP! Just PM me your ideas

May my newborn foal Boombox participate or is he too young? He is Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake's age.

((Can I still join after drawing a dress for my filly? ))

Hello everypony !

I come through this topic call all you artist ponies out there to help me out in a very special piece. I would like to make a Queen Chrysalis tattoo on my arm, next to my zombie girl one (I'm going to make a sleeve on my left arm only with zombie characters) but I can't really find the perfect picture. I've been and will be filled with work from school, and so I don't have that muh time in such a piece, so I would come to ask for a Queen hrysalis piece with her flying and surrounded by her green magic/smoke so that I could get some ideas.

Anypony out there who could help me out?

Corrected that one as well

Fixed

Just finished revamping her

The mare couldn't help but to look at the sweet little foal right in front of her cell. In her mind she could just imagine if that was her son Boombox, how she would be feeling. Well terrible of course! She was glad that Boombox was right there next to her, swirming softly in her arms as he nursed from his own bottle. She then had an idea, that could probably calm the little foal down. "Could you please let that poor little foal come to my cell?", she asked looking at the guards, and then looking back at the foal that had been singing, "I can keep him quiet.", and still looking at him, she smiled tenderly.

Wind Mist listened to all the words that Palétte pronounced, and then turned back to Deep Bass. "That is quite right. I keep increasing the number of pieces in my collection, specially in the pottery section. But I had to come and check on some paintings here and then as well.", she then said, letting out a giggle beneath her light pink veil.

Setting this one as a final

Wind Mist moved her baby to the side, still holding him in her wing, and rocking him gently as she got ready to eat. "Everything smells so nice!", she said, looking around the table and feeling like she should try everything that was so tenderly prepared with love.

Roleplay Type: Mane

Name: Bull Buck (goes by Buck)

Sex: Male

Age: Colt

Species: Earth Pony

Eye Color: Green

Coat Color: Dark brown, almost red. Beige stockings and muzzle

Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Short trimmed mane, almost like a short mohawk. Tail is half braided half straightly loose. Both are black.

Physique: Tall and well built (like a Clydesdale but shorter)

Cutie Mark: A silver bull head:

Origin/Residence: Near Appleloosa, in his family ranch

Occupation: Cattle herder, and plays chase with animals in his free time

Motivation: His motivation is to keep his cattle always in the right place and feeling happy, because all of his cows and bulls are his life. Racing after them also motivates him to increase his resistence and speed.

Likes: Cattle (specially wild bulls), animals, the western life, the country side, galloping, long and lazy sunsets

Dislikes: City life, snobby ponies, pollution

Character Summary

History: Buck was born in a ranch near what is now Appleloosa, in his family ranch that would in the future be his after so many generations. He would always find a friendly face nearby, and his parents would always let him roam free either to let him explore and to allow him to get his cutie mark. They both knew that if there was any danger, everypony would protect everypony and their young son would be safe and sound.

But Buck's passion had been, of course, challenging the cattle. Ever since his father had invited the first pair to create more cows and allow more to attend the ranch, Buck's routine had changed so that he could greet them every morning. He could spend his days chasing them and then running away from them when they had enough and just wanted to teach him how to fly as high as possible ... But Buck didn't care with the number of bruises he got, or how many ows and bulls he had angered that day. He knew they loved him, and he surely loved them.

Parents: Bull Buck's parents find happiness in the life they take. Only Buck's dad work, manely in the production of wine and other drinks that come from the fruit trees surrounding Appleloosa. With the treats his father sometimes brings home and because of their cattle, Buck's mother often makes amazing dinners and sweets for the whole family. Buck's mother doesn't actually work, but when she has some free time, she attends the saloons to sing in her beautiful voice preserved over the years.

Cutie Mark Story: Bull Buck's cutie mark is obviously a shiny silver bull's head. In the day he got it, he could already feel that that day wouldn't be like all the others, and that something was wrong. During the thunderstorm that filled the afternoon, one of the fences was hit and the cattle just fled in panic. Of course that his parents feared for his life, but they didn't even complain when Bull Buck left the house in the fastest gallop he had ever tried. In the same pace of gallop he used to use when he chased those cows and bulls, he started circling them and leading them back to their pen. His father had come out to help him, thinking he wouldn't make it. But the truth was, those cows didn't really care about what the one that had brought them to that house had to say or order ... Buck kept galloping right behind them, making sure not a single one was left behind, and finally bucked a log down to keep the cattle safe until the storm was over and they could repair the fence. And it was right when Bull Buck sighed in relief that his father pointed at his flank, where his silver bull head cutie mark was now. From that day on, Buck knew his place was near his beloved cattle, taking care of them and making sure nothing bad would happen to them.

Flaws: Even though Bull Buck is a very gentle pony, when it comes to competition he might be a little bit fierce and end up forgetting about the rest. Many of his friends had fights with him exactly because of that, since he loses control of the adrenaline he receives when he's doing something he loves. That seems to be his only flaw, because due to his body built he finds himself in the obligation of being as strong as his body shows. That is a point he still has to work on.

Personality: Bull Buck is a very active pony, that never sees the dark side of situations. He can be the one starting a conversation even when he meets a new group of friends, and talks even more if somepony approaches him. He tries to never show his failures, if he ever believes to have any, because his pride doesn't allow so. But he is not full of himself at all, and loves to be kind to everypony showing the hospitality of the good people of Appleloosa. He trusts in his own believes, and when somepony doesn't follow his example, he doesn't care at all, and doesn't stop believing himself as a strong willed stallion. His weakness are mares, since he tends to "melt" when trying to be kind to them, as he learned to always be extremely nice to a lady.

The mare finally managed to have a seat after laughing a little bit with the two mares, and took her son out of his carrier to hold him in her arms. "So, you are from distant lands you two?", she asked, looking from Silver Note to Bowie.

The mare put her saddlebags down and then picked her sleepy foal up with her left wing, rocking him gently. With her free hooves, she opened her saddlebags and took a bottle that still had warm milk inside, since she had asked a unicorn to heat it for her. She gently woke her foal up and lead the bottle to his mouth, rocking him gently as he fed. She then caught sight of a small pony in the cell right in front of her, and her heart dropped. It was just a little foal, older than her own of course, but still it made her feel extremely sad. She just hoped the guards would notice such a mistake ...

The mare bowed as well before she entered the cozy house, feeling the nice scent of food filling her nostrils. Boombox had dozzed off in their way there, so right now his fever seemed to be lower than before. She headed to the next room, finding mother and daugter having a chat. "You must be Doctor Golden Heart's wife and his daughter, right?", she said, and then approached them both even more. "My name is Wind Mist, and this is my son Boombox."

Wind Mist headed towards the two stallions that were now having a conversation about the paintings, and she approached the stallion with glasses. "I'm amazed about your painting examination skills! Not even I could reach such conclusions.", she said with a wide smile, and then she stretched her hoof at him. "Wind Mist. Pleasure to meet you."

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The mare let aother tear roll down his eye, and then got ready to tell her story. "I am an old art collector, and I found a beautiful golden pot in one of the streets of Canterlot. I thought it had no owner, but after all it did, and he didn't accept my bits for that amazing piece, so when he called for the guards and they took me away, without even asking what was the problem.", she said, lowering her head once she said the last few words. She knew that it wasn't supposed to happen with the Canterlot guards, but still she had felt her heart drop when she was dragged to that dark cell with her son. She then lifted her head when the female guard brought her her saddlebags, and tried to make a smile be born on her muzzle. "Thank you so much about my saddlebags, Miss!", she said, picking them up slowly with her mouth.

Wind Mist turned to the pair of ponies that were about to leave, and she blushed heavily. "Excuse me, but would you mind if I went along with you? I have a gift for Doctor Golden Heart for what he did to me, and I have to thank him.", she said.