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[Earth Pony] Hotstep: Male. Colt. [unicorn] Minimaxie ( Ivory Maxine Keys ): Female. Foal ~~~~ Back to School Tabaret Twist: Male. Foal. [Pegasus] Tenderbloom: Female. Filly. ~~~ Wrong Turn... Sundrop Sprinkle: Male. Foal. ~~~ [Creature] Incandescence: Dragon: Child. In review for reapproval. Powder: Diamond Dog: Male. Age Unknown, presumed teenage.

[ Pony Related Character ] Name: Sundrop Sprinkle Gender: Male Age: Foal Species: Pegasus Pelt Color: White with Splashed White. Splashed white winds up his legs, and sweeps across his body in small swaths. Some still contain faint hints of rainbow colors. Wings contain strong prismatic rainbow colors and were originally tiled the different whites. Splashed white colorings are fluorescent in nature, causing the weak rainbows to show vibrantly in the right lighting. Mane/Tail Color & Style: Messy, and long. Strong strands of rainbow colors still evident mixed in with whites, tail and mane are fluorescent. Eye Color: Skye Blue Topaz Cutie Mark: None yet. Physique: Sickly. Residence: Cloudsdale Occupation: None. Motivation: Originally to craft brilliant rainbows for special occasions, containing new colors and patterns, but after the incident, he has fallen into doubt and is now aimless. Likes: Rainbows, fluffy clouds, strawberries, ice-cream, flying. Dislikes: Rainbows, falling, spicy foods, medicine (blech~), and being coddled. Character Summary: Sundrop Sprinkle was born to two pegasi in Cloudsdale several years ago. A strong child from a very young age, his parents, especially his mother, were overjoyed at the sight of his wings. Very powerful, they were slightly larger than those of the other pegasi, and he quickly learned to use them. His father, Sunshine Dazzle, worked hard every day in the rainbow factory making the most beautifully pure colors to cross the sky after a rain. Monitoring the flow for any inconsistencies, noting them, and checking them off with times listed. It was not exactly a glamorous job, but it was important and Sundrop truly looked up to him. His mother, Windy Trails, was a cloud sculptor and a professional racer when time permitted. She loves him very much, and while she is emphatic about his flight prowess, he seemed to be less than interested in the possibilities this presented for him. His mother pressed for him to enter flight school, but he was having none of it, as a young foal he was truly interested in one thing and one thing only. Rainbows. They were so bright, so beautiful, like a bridge of glory connecting the heavens and the earth. He wanted to be part of that. He began to daydream about rainbows, big ones, little ones, bright ones, double ones! He began to imagine off the wall designs, more than just arches, and different colors. Though he knew it would never happen, it was a beautiful, unattainable dream. A dream he got even closer to the day he toured the factory. Zipping around on his almost freakishly strong wings, showing off in front of the other foals, so joyful, so free. Then it all ended. In his gleeful abandon he smacked headfirst into an overhang. Disoriented, he lost control and tumbled, crashing into a mixer. So hot, it burned, the device tumbling him about under the surface.The had to stop it to get him out. He doesn't remember that part, he just remembers it suddenly stopping, then waking up elsewhere. His wings were set, as was a leg. He couldn't see, he couldn't taste, his breathing was labored. It took several months and adjustments to his sets to get him back in proper shape. The rehabilitation is ongoing. It is difficult. He is almost always sick, and he tires out very easily. His body has lost significant muscle mass from so much time being laid up. He is now... Conflicted. He still loves rainbows, but he is almost irrationally terrified of them. He can't even go near the plant anymore.When his father comes home, he avoids him. He looks at his mother fearfully every time she mentions going to flight school after he completes his rehab. He loves to fly, but.. The though of falling again, like that, or worse. It is a constant pressure in the back of his mind every time he lifts off. He's spooked, it is difficult for him to function, but with the steady encouragement of his parents, he is beginning to get over his issues. He hasn't seen any of the children from the tour since then, but, he figures it is probably for the best. He is also quite happy with his new colorful look. He doesn't quite understand how it happened, but, it's pretty darn neat.

It is Diamond Dog thing, but he's not cognizant enough to desire to show off like that. He'll wear a collar if someone wants him to, but otherwise he doesn't see a point. He's not all there, you see.

Minimaxie grumps and squirms about as she is addressed and scolded. Stupid pony. Not her mom. "Gah. Hey. No, put me down you!" she glares, scrunching up her jaw as she is drug off. Ow, ow. Unpleasant. Very unpleasant. She glares at the little greenish foal grumpily, but has no real say in the matter at this point. It's not like she can FORCE the girl to let go. She can however, be very, very pouty and ungrateful about it! This is exactly what she does. She digs a hoof against the ground as she is drug toward the tree, making it just a bit more difficult than it has to be to transport her off into the shade. She stares blankly at Sunrise as the girl promises to be back shortly, and grumpily sticks her tongue out as the foal hurries off back to the school. Great, just great, now people were going to be mad at her for getting herself injured. Having random people scold her was the last thing she needed. She was tough, she got up there, she could get down on her own. It's that little brat's fault that she fell, whoever he was. Maybe that aqua pony that blew up and ran off? She would have her revenge! No-one disrespects her monologue. They are incredibly crucial to the entire act! She is a card carrying villain! ... In her mind. She is painfully aware that she doesn't have any real power, but the illusion that she does helps her cope with being separated from people who are very important to her. She didn't know anyone here, and while it would be wonderful to make friends, every person she grows attached to makes it more difficult for her to imagine seeing her family again. She is struggling to maintain a tenuous balance between her relationships here and her desire to go home. It was proving to be almost impossible. She has a checklist that she keeps of how to get home. She's lost her horn, and she doesn't even know which direction home IS, so it is difficult. Step One: Recover horn. Step Two: learn some magic, or to read maps... Step Three: Remember what her home was LIKE in more than a vague way. From the outside instead of the inside. Knowing what color the walls were is not going to help her. Her memories are foggy and indistinguishable. But she remembers them, her sister, her mother, her father? Were they looking for her? They must have been at one point even if they aren't now.. If only she'd gone to that school like they wanted this never would have happened. She still doesn't know how she even ended up somewhere else in the first place. Oh if only she'd just given in and tried to be happy. She still would have seen them occasionally!

Maxie grins rather blankly, staring at nothing in particular as the filly approaches her. Still lost in her own little world, she mumbles quietly to herself, quickly, difficult to understand. She does seem to be quite enjoying herself however. The delirium seems to be quite intense, as she is not in the best of shape but appears to feel perfectly fine. Her ears quirk slightly as something interrupts her fantasy, and she returns to reality amidst a wash of pain, heat and numbness. Her back legs felt like they were burning up, ugh. She quickly becomes away of a concerned citizen going a little bonkers over her current condition. Well this was the last thing she needed, she's probably going to have all sorts of questions asked that she will have to be evasive and/or downright lie about to everypony's face. Now, what has been said to her? Her mind rolls over the excitable girl's questions. "What? No.. No I'm fine. I don't need a doctor. I always look like this." she perks and smooths the forelock of her mane down over her horns, blushing furiously. "There is nothing wrong with my horn. It's fine. I don't need any help.. I'm just.. resting here. I like baking in the hot hot sun. Honest, it's very relaxing." she replies quietly and with the most convincing conviction she can muster in her b..bedr... messed up state. In between panting and oncoming drymouth it probably isn't very convincing, especially when combined with her very specific denial. Her tail flicks gently under her cloak and she grumps irritably. "So if you don't mind. Could you let me get back to my... Err.. My sunning, please?"

Maxie shuffles for a short distance, limping and wincing. She manages to make it around the school, hide against the wall, and begin to shuffle gingerly forward, attempting to make it to the road. She grows increasingly wobbly, swallowing hard and straining harder with her horn, broken, it is not particularly efficient at the tasks she asks of it. "Come on.. Maxie, just.. Walking. You can do this. It's not even trotting. Walking, walking." she perks at the loud crash her horn fizzle and she yeeps, stumbling several more feet in intense pain. She regains her focus as quickly as possible, looking about for the source of the ruckus, only to spot some sort of doofy, teal ... aqua maybe? pony with bad hair, fleeing. She shrugs and continues her progression, slowly. "Waaaaaalking. Walking. Shuffling." She makes it a few meters, before her horn fizzles again. She grits her teeth, surpressing cries, before immediately flumping over onto her side by the road, exhausted. "Falling! ... laying. Pain. Possibly bleeding. Resting. This is not your finest hour Maxie." She takes stock of her state. Both rear legs are in terrible pain, especially near the hooves and flank. Her left flank is also in awful pain, she must have landed on her dice. Have to take care of that later. She just had to get home. Somehow. She was a smart foal, she could figure this out, definitely! She lays there, in the grass, staring blankly as her mind runs over her predicament. Eventually, she buries her face in her hoofies and while muffled, slurs out something incredibly inappropriate for a small pony to shout like that. She looks out at the road, eyes watering. She then sucks it up, because she was NOT weak! She was strong! Crying was for people who needed help and it doesn't do her any good anyway. She squirms weakly, questioning her choice of apparel. A black cloak soaks up heat at an impressive rate. She is hot. Unpleasantly hot. That's okay, the sun will go down eventually. She turns her head to look back, but the stupid hood is in the way. She pulls it down, revealing her filthy face and unkempt mane. She is very pretty, but she is an expert at pretending not to be. She is unsure when the compulsion first started, she used to revel in her appearance, being pretty was wonderful to her before. Now, she can't even look at her reflection without working her mane over her horn and a significant amount of dirtiness about her. She wanted to be boyish, but she doesn't know why, perhaps she sees boys as strong and her desire to be strong influences the way she wants to view herself? Naw, that couldn't possibly be it. "Ugh... What I wouldn't give for a cool berry juice... I'll have to ask for one when I get back." she comments to herself, the heat and the injuries getting to her. Dynatherms connected, pony fantasies are go. She waves a hoof gently and giggles as her world shifts, sci-fi this time. Robots! Heroes! Giant monsters yay. In the command center, watching the stars roll by, ship flying at impossible speeds, its magiscience thrusters leaving glorious twinkling trails through space. Maaan, so cool, the thought of of having metal things to travel in that weren't pony powered. Who knows what's out there, planets, stars, maybe even space ponies! Power to the forward shield, pony bots in the hangar, ready to ready to form up if danger should appear. Maxie mumbles to herself, deliriously narrating the events of her fantasy under her breath. An exciting and enticing story, filled with action, invention, magic beams! EXPLOSIONS! It's just great.

*youtube search* Deeper then Chavez, and a smidge thicker accent, much less cuban, bit more spanish, some spain, more latin america. But close. GOLDEN BRONZE VOICE. Spicytown.

[ Pony Related Character ] Name: Hotstep Gender: Male Age: Colt Species: Pony Pelt Color: Coquelicot, a brilliant red with the bares hints of a sunny orange. Mane/Tail Color & Style: Habenero Black, Mane feathered, tail braided. Eye Color: Ulysses Butterfly ... It's a blue okay? A very deep and specific blue. Cutie Mark: Black horseshoes, turned up and hooked together, holding rose petals and peppers. Physique: Lithe, flexible, powerful and spicy. A pretty masculine, a dancer's body. Residence: Wherever his hooves take him! Also a quaint villa to the south of Canterlot. Occupation: Dancer... And a delicious, handsome wanderer. Motivation: The magic and beauty.... Of dance! Teaching it, doing it! Mostly doing it, it fills his heart with joy! Likes: Flamenco, swing, quickstep, spicy foods, horchata, dragonfruit, the ponies ( All the ponies! There is sofar no-one he does not like! ), the toque, and the castanets. Notable for preferring the Hembra in his left hoof and the Macho in his right. How he works them is anypony's guess, but he does. Dislikes: Moshing, Pogo, Big Spiders, and injuries. Character Summary: Hotstep is a brilliantly colored pony of youthful flair. Rarely seen without his flamencoat, white and silver trimming, and his black shoes, unless requiring a more appropriate dress for whatever style of dress for whatever dance he may be performing. Strong, enduring, a brilliantly shiny coat and decidedly Latin flavor. There is nothing in his life he loves more than expressing himself with dance, and dancing just to dance! A colt, he still has much to learn, but, as he has been dancing, dancing, dancing! since he was foal he has a repertoire all of his own already, and is trying to fuse the Latin Schools of dance with the Funk and Hip-Hop. Notably, he has also been experimenting with Popping subsets and Hardcore subsets. His desire is proving to be, difficult. It is hard enough for a pony to dance on two legs! But with his experience, he manages. It all started many years ago, when he was just a little chile in his Mama's eye. Living with his mama and the papa, on a small villa which grew many beans, corns and peppers, he was a very happy child. A homeschooled student, he knows not of fancy pony magics or stories, nor math, nor science! His sweet, beautiful mama, pale and smooth like a well pressed bread taught him how to grow and pick many plants, and his pap, his brilliant, handsome papa, a black stallion with a fearsome soul, taught him the ways of the Flamenco, the heart of the music, the language of the dance! From a young age, he was fascinated with the dance, and tried to learn all he could. He would ask his papa to teach him the steps, "Papa, teach me how to move to the music!", and his papa would pat shakes his head, pat little Hotstep on the head, and simply give a warm laugh. He would then say "Little Hotstep, you still do not understand. When you do, I shall teach you." and Hotstep would reply, "But papa, the dance is so beautiful, I must learn!" His father would smile, comfortingly looking deep into his eyes for a time, and satisfied, he would reply "One day, you will." That day came, one night during one of his father's performances. The toque rolling in his chest, the sound of the castanets in his ears, he felt a moving, warming sensation he never had before. Little Hotstep was no long watching the dance, he was listening to it. Every step, every note, every click. It was not just an art, it was a story, his father was bearing his soul and it burned with an intensity as powerful as the night stars. Hotstep smiled, and listened to the story, though he did not understand the words. After the performance, on the way home he spoke a single request to his papa. "Papa, teach me how to speak..." his father stopped, silent for several moments, and Hotstep worried he had done something wrong. Suddenly, he was hefted into the air, up onto his father's back, and spun about. Papa replied with warmth, pride! "Ahh, my son, now you understand! We must celebrate!" they raced home, his papa told his mama, and a great dinner was held with music, dancing and many friends! His training began the next morning. Little Hotstep listened carefully, obediently, soaking up the instructions his father gave him, and, while he learned so much about the dance, the nature of the heart, the fire of the soul, still he was not satisfied, and though he loved the dance with all his heart, it still was not full, and his cutie mark had not appeared. His family was perplexed, and they scrimped and saved, bit by bit. They took him on a trip, to a comptetition! There, his mind and his heart expanded. He was tken to see the great Latin dancing, but there was so much more! His soul BURNED with glorious fire. No longer did he have a love, he had a passion! Seeing so many dances, he was overwhelmed with wonder and joy, and it was then that he knew this was not just what he wanted to do, it was wanted he wanted in life! He wanted it all! His cutie mark emblazoned into his flank, he returned home and worked hard, saving up, building his body, helping his mama and partnering with his papa. Eventually, he grew older, and he had saved up enough coins to set out on his own. A young spicy colt, he said goodbye to mama and papa and set out on his own. Crafting a pair of castanets, and purchasing a special shirt, he proudly displays the beginning of his passion for all to see. Traveling and practicing, he is often seen dancing down the roads, on two legs and on four. He dances whenever the urge strikes him, and even has tried to teach himself to dance in his sleep! so far without success. A delicious dancer with fiery soul, he has yet to mature his Duende, he still has so much to learn.

Minimaxie openly scoffs at the teacher's concern for her. This was beginning to grow both boring and irritating. No-one was taking her seriously! It was also making it apparent that her personal vendetta against the educational system was going to be more difficult to complete than previous assumed. If she can't even turn the youth to her side in this small town, how will she ever cause the complete and total collapse of private and public schooling? It's suddenly beginning to seem like a monumental task for some reason instead of a set precariously perched dominoes! She glowers down at the happy purple pony, sticking her tongue out in flagrant disrespectfulness! "Well I jumped up here, DUR, how do you think I got up? S'not like, assuming I had wings, I could use them under this cloak!" she grows increasingly irate at this point, losing her airs but keeping her tone. NOT A SINGLE PONY IS PAYING DUE ATTENTION! This shall not stand! They should be lined up and listening attentively as she ushers in a new age of darkness and anarchy! "WHY ISN'T ANYBODY LISTENING?!" she exclaims in immense frustration, only to be responded to with an even louder, and incredibly rude reply from inside the building. She is shocked, absolutely SHOCKED! She stomps a hoof on the roof in reply, about to tell him off... When a soft sound hits her ears. 'Clik, click, scraaaaape.' She blinks confusedly as her world tilts, slowly registering the broken tile under her left foot, oh dear. She scrambles violently and gives out a resounding squeal as she tumbles down the roof, stage right, her hooves flailing wildly for purchase. She disappears off the roof with another squeal, and a heavy THUMP follows a moment later. There is a fiercely tentative moment of oppressive silence on her part, due either to being winded or attempting to figure out a way to save face. Then, from behind the building comes a shaky, "No you shutup! Owwie... I'm okayyyyy!" Well THAT could have gone better. She wobbles up to her feet, horn glinting as she begins to limp off, trying to vacate the premises as quickly as possible. Oww, oww, charlie horse. Who named that anyway? She expedites her shuffling limping escape. If only she had some sort of smokebomb and magical teleporting implement, she could make a grand escape and people would take her seriously THEN. Ow. Today really sucked. She was bored and hurty now. She's GOING HOME. Screw these ponies, they all suck. She huffs poutily, sniffling and suppressing faint sounds of pain and disappointment. She mumbles to herself. "It's okay Maxie, nobody saw you land, for all they know you landed on your hooves gracefully, right?"

Minimaxie tucks her hoof in triumph as class suddenly stops mid-lesson. AWESOME, phase one was a rousing success! Now, onto phase two, time to stick the landing and woo the crowd into following her. She points a hoof at the purple pony addressing her, giving a seething glare. "Yours is not to ask, yours is to listen! Do you grasp the quandary of asking a disguised individual who they are? Who would be so foolish as to reveal themselves to their critics! Neigh, you shall listen and listen well, for mine is that path that leads to the future. Foals! Hear me! This school is unnecessary, you need not to learn social skills or physics! It takes time away from your day and your pursuit of happiness! You foals are the future, by controlling you they can shape it the way they want. You are being in.. in... brainwashed into conforming to their standards! This must not stand! Hear me my fellows, join me and your freedom is assured! No longer will your parents, your elders be able to tell you what you do! Also, I have berry tarts!" Yes, berry tarts, that will reel them in. Everypony likes berry tarts! Now, what to follow up with, she's gotten their attention, she's monologued, she's denounced the adult for her foolishness.What hasn't she done. Ohright, she forgot to set the scene! Daggit. Oh well, certainly they will take her just as seriously without mentally picturing high winds and a glorious rebel banner waving behind her, amidst a light rain. Uhmn.. Okay, she would have to get down somehow, eventually. She can table that for now, just try not to get vertigo. Ah-hah, yes, a crowd is forming. Her calls are working, people are listening. She shall lead the foals to revolution! And then she will.. uhh. Wait. She didn't really think this through very far. Curses! Whatever it doesn't matter, she can make something up on the fly. She clears her throat and begins up again, it was starting to get irritating but she had to stay in character no matter what!"Hear me citizens of Ponyville! We need not these rules, your food, your water, your demands! Foals are the future! Come with me and I shall show you wonders you have have never thought possible!" okay, that was enough for now, no need to stretch the envelope, if they didn't bite after that, she'd have to think of another strategy to cause unrest amongst the popu.. the popy... the ponies of the city. Mwahahah.

[ Creature Related Character ] Name: Powder (Also responds to Ponder, Pander, and Boy) Gender: Male Age: Unknown, assumed Teen. Species: Diamond Dog Eye Color: Opal Physique & Colors: Slender, fit, apparent musculature. Diminutive but proportionate. Grey and iron grey, resembling a malamute/wolf mix. Residence: Underground tunnels, the dirt pile, or wherever Rommel is currently residing. Occupation: Workdog Likes: Digging! Pulling! Dirt! Shinies~ Praise. Rommels! Dislikes: Shouting, being hit. Character Summary: Several years ago a small diamond dog was found wandering the tunnels under Roughrider Ridge, and it is not entirely clear where he came from. None of the other Diamond Dogs could recall seeing him before, and it quickly became apparent that he was not eloquent enough to explain where he came from, though he was able to give a name, Powder.. Shortly after that, it also became apparent that he was a bit... Simple. It was awkward, when no-one was addressing him he tended to stand around, staring at things no-one else could see. Usually a terminally happy individual, it was soon discovered that he followed orders brilliantly. Shortly after that it was discovered that he followed the letter of orders, not the spirit. He had difficulty understanding the difference between an order and an expression, which led to awkward and dangerous situations soon after his arrival. His exploitable nature was quickly taken advantage of, and soon earned him nicknames. Ponder, for his habit of disappearing inside his own brain when not being instructed, and Pander, for his gleeful eagerness to be useful. Powder seemed to have boundless wells of energy and strength, and best of all, he LOVED to work. Not being very bright, he was perfectly happy with whatever he received as payment for his services, as long as everyone acted like it was appropriate exchange. This worked exceptionally well, because as the very self oriented individual he was, he has never stopped to question, or perhaps even notice the shares other members of the colony receive. Pulling carts with vibrant glee, digging for hours on end whenever and wherever he was told, he was somewhat of a boon to the colony. Eventually falling under the tutelage of a single Diamond Dog, he began being passed about through bets and wagers, but he was perfectly happy to be working under a new face. Some leaders, however, were not so nice. Diamond Dogs are not always friendly, and some were naturally loud or even heavy handed with discipline. Some of them were not so pleasant, but his terminally upbeat nature remained much undiminished, happily working his claws away, eventually he was won in a card game by Diamond Dog name Rommel. It took several weeks for him to get his new friend's name down, but they were happy times. One of the best masters he has had by far, Rommel treats him with the respects and kindness his hard work deserves. He digs where he is told, carries the gear, and is paid well for his trouble! He prefers to let Rommel manage it however, as the greyhound seems to be able to do much more with it than he himself. He is mildly aware that the work he does with Rommel is somehow different than the day to day work he would do with the other Diamond Dogs, but he still gets to dig and carry, so it is all the same to him. He loves Rommel very very much and as time goes on, he finds it difficult to imagine being happy working for anyone else. Powder is, of course entirely blissfully ignorant of the illicit nature of the numerous misadventures that Rommel tends to drag him along on. His unblinking obedience, intense loyalty, and fearsome strength are lovely asset in any illegitimate business practice, especially when they are coupled with an outlook that makes it nearly impossible for one to feel guilty about the job! Kidnapping is simply taking someone somewhere, extortion is simply going around collecting money, robbery is treasure hunting! Even if he were blatantly told that what he is doing is wrong, he may not even grasp the concept. He is almost the perfect minion, his only fault is his difficulty interpreting orders. They need to be suitably specific, and usually, literal.

Pacing, pacing, hooves clicking back and forth along the cobblestones as her dark cloak rustles around her body, concealing her expertly from the general public and giving her a most omi.... intib... A scary look if she did say so herself! But still, few were taking notice and none were taking her seriously. She grumbles as she travels along the streets, she must do something decidedly evilish to be accepted as a real and present master of the dark forces of.. uhm.. Who cares they're dark forces, that should be good enough! She hasn't gotten all the kinks worked out of her imaginary plans yet. Still, the game is ahoof! She holds the reigns and neigh will anyone stop her! She absolutely must think of something sufficiently mischievous and threatening to make herself be taken seriously by the foolish heroes who are almost certainly hiding and pretending to live normal lives in the town nearby, perhaps enough so to bring them out of hiding, even! But what, what could she do? Spook the butterflies? Done it, nothing. Tip over an applestand? No, that's more likely to happen up the street from her and the resulting wave of rolling fruit would carry her off to a painful crash the way things have been going for her. It might even enrage the bees again, oh sweetness and apples the BEES. How she hated those little yellow critters, they seemed to have a knack for always building their nests in the most inconvenient of places, like, wherever her often uncontrollable trajectory causes her to crash into. How dare they! Wait she's d.. iiig... going off topic now! What... What what what could she do to make her grandly great, wonderful terrible entry into the hearts and minds of the citizens of fair Ponyville, to strike fear into their hearts for reasons only she, as the great contemplatorer and controllerer of magic and armies could understand! Even the foals did not rightfully fear her as they should, she could understand the grownups, but the foals weren't any bigger than she was! What, wait. Wait a moment yes. Of course! The foals~ She stops mid pace, propping hersel against a wall so as to be assured she remains upright for this part. Her hooves click together in a hoof pyramid of eeeeebil ... errr.. plotting! as she concocts her most brilliant of plans ever. The foals of Ponyville, she will incite them into rebellion! They are the future, with them under her sway, the town will have no choice but to give into her demands! To be determined later with the aid of an impartial bipartisanship committee with rotating members of course, she needed different viewpoints to help her decide what she needs. A sock chuckle builds in her throat, and it quickly builds into a riotous cackle of triumph as she forms her grand plot. Time to put it into action! Her hooves beat rapidly against the street as she gallops down to the schoolhouse. Class was in session today of course, plenty of young minds for her to influence! Clearly oblivious to the actual, possible ramifications of her fantasy if she actually succeeds, she is so caught up in her play that she almost becomes the mask! It is a dangerous line that she treads, but it is the only thing that really seems to make her happy. She spots a fence, a sign in the distance, almost there! She slows her pace, sneaking onto the school groans and taking a sneaky peek into the classroom, there they all were up in a row, more likes sheeps than ponies! She ducks back down, scanning the surroundings as she crawls around the ground, lurking quietly. She needed a high place to perch and dispense her wisdom. There, up on the roof, a bell tower of course! With that she can not only preach but also alert them to her presence in a dramatic manner! How to reach it, how to reach it. She quirks up, a shrubbery! Her forelock glimmers darkly, shining and in conjunction with her hood, effectively concealing her poor little horn from the world. Self-Image issues are a real pain. She needed to be able to jump, to climb. She was somehow always able to do these things when she felt she really needed it.. Okay, well, sometimes. A dramatic leap! cloak rustling in the breeze as she makes her way onto the shrubbery, scrambling. From there, another leap onto the small.. uhm, sticking out thing! A soft thump rings out as the small pony hits the roof protruding from the front of the building, and from there, another, onto the slanted roof! She gets her front hooves planted upon it firmly, but her legs lag behind and she begins sliding. An uncharacteristically girly squeal escapes her as she scrambles, eventually getting herself up on top. Her legs quake a bit as she paces, carefully, to the stop of the building, and the tower, the glow in her hood fading. From her new position, she sees the bell is clearly out of her reach. and she works over the problem. Maybe, maybe she can ring it with her horn. She tries to move the bell, struggling with little pony might. But she has neither the experience, the control, nor the power to swing it, and is forced to rethink her plan. She looks at it from a different angle, and sees the dangly bit inside. So that's how it works! She could probably move that! She props herself up and tries again, trying to swing it against the sides. But nothing, maybe a different way. Push, pull, push, pull. Yes! Eventually she gets full swings, bringing about a loud 'Clang, Clang, Clang, Clang!' to announce her presence. She clears her throat, and attempts to produce a low, mysterious and enticing voice. It does not work particularly well, but the effort is evident. "Attention foals of Ponyville, I, a mysterious traveler have come to free you from your not freedom! You do not need to go to school, it does nothing for you, only takes time away from the things that really make you happy! All the standards, the structure, the rules! They are unnecessary, rules are for fools! Follow me and I promise you will be free! Join the party, you won't be sorry! All of you, with you as my dark army...errr.. I mean my trusted friends and companions, no-one will stop us, we will be free to do as we will! We are the foals, we control the future!" she proclaims this dramatically from the rooftop, hoof shaking as she does so. Yes, perfect, absolutely perfect, no-one could resist her entirely catchy and not at all hastily thought out slogans. Victory would be hers for certain this time! She wobbles a bit on the rooftop, and suddenly becomes intensely aware of how high up she is.

[ Pony Related Character ] Name: Tenderbloom Gender: Female Age: Filly Species: Pegasus Pelt Color: Alice Blue Mane/Tail Color & Style: Tulip Blue, well well groomed, braided with many flowers. Eye Color: Sunset Pink Cutie Mark: A collection of vines weaving around a beautiful heart. Physique: Feminine, Dainty Residence: The Ancestral Tree Occupation: Gardener Motivation: Calm and Quiet, singing, happiness, the tending of nature, and the breeding of new plants. Likes: Tea, lullabies, her pet mandrake Mr. Biggles, Minimaxie, Sweet Dew, misty days and bubbling streams. Dislikes: Machines, fire, people being loud, anger, and carpenters. Character Summary: Tenderbloom is the latest in a long line of Pegasus Ponies that have split from the sky cities and descended into the lands below. Using their talents in shifting the weather, they became incredibly adept at tending plants. Eventually settling in Everfree Forest where the unique nature expedited the process of mixing and breeding new specimens. Over the years, they moved from grove to grove, each few generations, collecting information and growing new homes for themselves. The latest, a tall, wide tree with steps grown into its bark, circling its perimeter. A courtesy for visitors of course. Situated in a hidden grove of streams and cliffs, protected by living vines. A bark of ironclad strength, resistant to the ravages or fire and even lightning. The many branches are carefully coaxed into living quarters, many rooms, windows, even a watering system were incorporated into its design, funneling both fresh spring water into the living quarters and heated water from deep vents. The system is used not only to sustain the ponies but also the home and plants therein. The floor contains many deep depressions filled with high quality soils. Eventually after the home was completed and love blossomed, Tenderbloom arrived, and lived very happily with her parents, who, in a radical departure from the family tradition they decided to collect their findings and disseminate them to the general public in the form of a novel "The tendencies of Nature". Over the years she grew up in a quiet, happy home with her parents, learning everything they could teach her about the tending of plants and safety in the forest. As a young pony, she grew a great passion for plants, and quickly discovered her cutie mark, much to her parents' barely contained joy. A quiet and relatively informal party was held, with all three of them in attendance, a wonderful turnout! Tea and apple berry blender cakes were served, along with potato bread and a granola stew. It was a great day, and she was given the choice to have any plant she wanted for her own. She chose a mandrake, and, while her parents were hesitant, they acquiesced. They carefully collected it for her, and on its delivery, she could not keep herself from hugging it. It let out a loud cry, and her parents subsequently fell over stiff as a board. Tenderbloom, somehow, was largely unaffected by its cries. It was so loud, her sensitive ears could barely hear it. Instead of being a debilitating shriek, it was a tingly cry that sent shivers down her spine. It soon became apparent that she did not speak in such soft tones merely out of shyness and quiet grace, she could not stand to be any louder, it was uncomfortable for her emotionally and physically. Her parents were hesitant to let her wander on her own, but she proposed an elegant solution. Training her mandrake, Mr. Biggles to ride upon her head and mane, anchoring itself with roots and vines, she turned herself into a fluttering deterrent to the creatures of Everfree. Her beloved friend's cries kept them at bay, and her parents decided a few years later that it was time to pass the home on to her so they could pursue their dream. They left, and are now off working various jobs in an attempt to raise capital to publish their novels. Tenderbloom gleefully accepted the responsibility of continuing the work and created quirky and unexpected crossbreeds, like crystal flax and sighing grass. Rarely venturing out of the tree except under thick mists to collect sweet dew that pools along particular plants in Everfree forest, she was safe for several years. Her friend and pet kept the monsters at bay, and she lived day to day tending the plants that she so loved. That is, until the monotony was broken up the day she met Maxie. Out in the canyons searching for new succulents to breed with. The did not hear the creature approach. Only the cries of Mr. Biggles alerted her to the presence. A great creature of iron and stone, it was as unphased by the cries as she herself, perhaps even moreso. Only the extreme happenstance of the arrival of the wonderful pony saved her from a very frightening experience, or perhaps worse. The two quickly became fast friends, and while Maxie has politely declined the offer to live with her up in the tree on several occasions, Tenderbloom is flagrantly aware of a mischievous little ragamuffin that has taken up residence in the hollow below her home. She keeps a watchful eye on Maxie, but pretends not to notice and is always eager to welcome her for a visit. When she isn't busy tending her babies or carefully concocting new specimens of course.

[ Pony Related Character ] Name: Minimaxie ( Formerly Ivory Maxine Keys ) Gender: Female Age: Foal Species: Unicorn Pelt Color: White Mane/Tail Color & Style: Electric Purple, wild but kempt. Forelock over the forehead. Eye Color: Sparkling Opal Cutie Mark: None Yet, eventually Stat Sheet and Dice or Dice Crushing Castle. Physique: Feminine, but toughened. Like a tomboy. Residence: Beneath the Ancestral Tree House Occupation: Chaos Magnet Motivation: Living day by day, being powerful, and having fun. Likes: Role Playing Games! Tenderbloom. General Mischief. Being loved Dislikes: Being treated like a foal. Being Feminine. Character Summary: Minimaxie was born Ivory Maxine Keys to two loving parents in a big city, the name of which escapes her. Her life a steady procession of being ferried from one lesson to another. Proper dining, music, languages, magic, people skills. From a very young age she ferried about and taught most everything she needed to fit in to society. A fairly happy child, she still had a modicum of free time to herself, much of which was spent playing in the garden. Her parents loved her very much, and when it became apparent she had magical talent, they began making plans to send her to some sort of school for gifted ponies. She did not want to go, she loved her family just as much. Her parents knew how she felt, but also believed it to be the best path for her, for great opportunities existed for those with quality education. As the day she was to be escorted off to the school approached, she practiced more and more fervently. Trying desperately in misunderstanding of her parent's motives. Attempting to prove that she could be just as good being taught at home as she could somewhere far away! One day during her magic lessons, she was trying figure out her unique magical talent. What was personally important to her she had never debated, as from birth she had happily gone along with her parent's desire for her to learn the musical arts. She wracked herself harder, harder and harder, pacing back and forth while thinking, trying. Her world blurred as her speed increased, her traits changing, and with a flash, the world around her changed, her strength draining, thoughts going dim, coordination failing. Ivory stumbled over her own four hooves, collapsing into a heap. No strength, her thoughts a quagmire, understanding minimal. Her coordination was gone, but her magic was flaring brightly.. The world was so slow around her, and she was so fast. Her mind could not keep up. Slowly, slowly her strength returned, her thoughts sped up, her understanding grew and the world sped up once more. had blinked herself somewhere she had never been, in her haste she had moved so quickly with her magic as to jump across a vast distance. With very little recollection as to what had actually happened, no idea which direction she had come from even if she could recall, and no understanding of how she'd traveled in the first place, things were not looking well for her. Barely worldly enough to hold a conversation, she was at a loss. Tears, she cried for a long time. Scared, and alone. Eventually however, she realized that this was not accomplishing anything like it usually did. No-one came to her aid. So, she picked herself up and began moving. Stopping to eat whatever was growing that she found palatable. Being a pony has its advantages in this regard. She traveled for many miles in random directions. Time passed, she grew older as she made her way across what she now assumes to be areas of Equestria. Days passed, weeks, months. Who knows, she doesn't. She grew, and much of her etiquette was lost to memory. She made her way into what she now knows to be Everfree Forest. Her nights there were filled with fear and stress. She wandered for weeks, surviving through a combination of dogged determination and a great propensity for fleeing dangerous things. The experiences hardened her, toughened her. While her ego was torn asunder by her almost constant helplessness, her flexibility and resilience grew. She began to think in strange ways, and anticipate movements of monsters with limited success. She became quite self-sufficient, though the constant need to be on guard was very taxing on her. It was around this time that she met her closest, truest (and only) friend, Tenderbloom. A trange and quiet pegasus pony with a pet mandrake, she was cowering from a great, constructed beast. A non-living creature, the friend Tenderbloom wore with her whenever she went out had no effect in keeping it bay, its cries useless. The foal, long past labeling herself with an identity immediately leaped into the skirmish. Charging right in, foolishly of course, she ran her horn right into the creature's leg. In a burst of magic, most of her horn snapped off into the creature. This blow deterred the strange beast from following them just long enough for the two of them to escape, and Maxie has since been wondering if she will ever have a chance to recover it. She went home with the pegasus, a great ancestral treehouse. For generations, Tenderbloom's family had grown trees together, guiding their growth. So expert were they in this craft that they created a brilliant home. A tall, wide tree with steps grown into its bark, circling its perimeter. A courtesy for visitors of course. Situated in a hidden grove of streams and cliffs, protected by living vines. The many branches were carefully coaxed into living quarters, many rooms, windows, even a watering system were incorporated into its design. They became fast friends, and while Maxie was too proud to accept the offer of living with her, she has secretly taken to living underneath the tree in a small cave, subsisting largely on the fungus that grows below, which may explain some of her eccentricities. Taught how to travel safely between the forest and nearby ponyville, in her frequent and brief forays into the town she became enamored with fashion, magic and storytelling. This culminated in her discovery and obsession with role playing games of the tabletop variety. Occasionally thieving, even though she knew it was wrong, she obtained a substantial collection of supplies and materials, crafting for herself maps, figures, cloaks. Lands unfolded before her, great stories she played out on her own! She felt important, secure. In her studies, her obsession, she discovered the term 'Min-Maxing'. She was quite taken with the concept, and with it she forged herself a new identity. Minimaxie the Mighty! She of course, drops the 'mighty' portion in polite company. She occasionally amuses herself by making forays into town, pretending to be a spooky and powerful mysterious visitor!

Argh this thread is full of silly and adorable! Hello Raith! And you have a sweetheart! So delicious~ I hope things work out well for you two! It's always a happy thing to see love in bloom!

Welcome welcome you fantastic little pony friend! I am new myself and hope that we both have a wonderful time here. You seem to be a happy and joyful individual and I am looking forward to getting to know you if that is your prerogative. Everyone seems to be very friendly here and I absolutely love it. I'm certain you will too!

Thank you very much, all of you! I have some trouble staying active on forums, but I will make a concerted effort to spend time with everypony. I will check that link shortly! Hmn~

*squeals! and neighs, squirrrrming about as she's snuggled up* Eek! Ack! No! Nuuuuuu! Nohugs! .... Okayfinehuuuuugs.But not in public! I have an image to maintain!

Thankyou very much Tesla! and it won't I promise! But not a Pinkie Promise. Those are hard. ._.

Hello hello everypony! I am glad to meet you all. I am greatly looking forward to many shenanigans and much chicanery. I love you all and can't wait to get my hooves on some good fun with all of you! I have been following along since this latest gen started and since then it has filled my head with so many ideas and my heart with so much joy! But enough of this silly, cutesy, lovey dovey expression of introduction. Or not! It all depends. There is so much to me and I look forward to sharing it with all of you.