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Stalwart blushed a bit at the cute nickname the mare had given him. [colour=#0000cd]"Well, you see, my late father was a retired royal guard who settled on the Northwestern frontier...and my special talent is acting as protection and a refuge for other ponies."[/colour] He smiled a bit once more. [colour=#0000cd]"Of course, I'll take just about anything I can get...it beats being stuck on the ground in Canterlot acting like a burly decoration to the high and mighty nobleponies there."[/colour]

Stalwart managed a slight smile. 'This is a rather pretty mare...' he thought to himself. [colour=#0000cd]"Oh, um...it's quite alright, miss," [/colour]the sturdy and apparently gentlemanly stallion said politely. [colour=#0000cd]"You're not delaying me in the least. I'm on vacation up here...but thinking about moving back. Do you know of any places that could use the services of private security or a bodyguard around here?" [/colour]He continued smiling, and flew alongside the mare. He wasn't about to risk boring her with his life's story, but he earned a living in Canterlot currently, as a sought-after personal bodyguard for snooty rich ponies. It paid well, but it wasn't exactly fulfilling work; he was usually more of an accessory than a source of protection.

Welcome, person, lovely pony person.

I'm most definitely interested! Here's Stalwart's character sheet: Roleplay Type: Mane Equestrian Name: Stalwart Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Pegasus Eye colour: True Blue Coat colour: Shadowy Blue-Gray Mane/Tail/Markings colour & Style: Mane and tail are longish, wavy, and a bit messy, and are a pale, slightly dingy gray in colour. Physique: Above average height, rugged, sturdy build Cutie Mark: A small stone fortress Origin/Residence: Resides in Canterlot, born on the frontier Occupation: Private Security/Bodyguard Motivation: Stalwart desires to protect those who cannot protect themselves, and wants to be a refuge to those he loves in times of trouble. He also wishes to follow in his father's footsteps and become a member of the Equestrian Royal Guard. Likes: Hiking, peaceful scenery, physical work, animals, the smell of soil Dislikes: Cruelty, injustice of all kinds, being cooped up, dealing with young foals (feels awkward), ruminating thoughts, being the center of attention Character Summary: Personality: Stalwart is quick to defend those in need, but slow to anger for any reason. He has a very gentle spirit, and enjoys nature, animals, and working the land. However, he is a staunch defender of the weak and downtrodden, unable to tolerate bullying and wanton violence. That being said, he's not above bruising some heads in order to preserve the overall peace. Family: Stalwart's father was a retired royal guard who had moved out to a small plot of land on the frontier on the other side of the Stadia from the Hasufel Mountains. His mother was a younger mare from a rural village in the area. They met, married, and owned a small farm, which Stalwart grew up helping to maintain. A short while after his father passed away from a combination of old age and illness when Stalwart was a young stallion, his mother sold the farm and encouraged him to pursue his dream, which was to follow in his father's footsteps and become a royal guard. Personal History: Stalwart is relatively well educated, having been tutored by his mother and father as a colt. In addition, waking up early each morning and performing the difficult work involved with running a farm have left him a strong and disciplined stallion with a good work ethic. Ever since he was a colt he has loved communing with nature, and would often spend his spare time traversing the small wooded areas and riverbanks that surrounded his father's property. Cutie Mark Story: When Stalwart's father passed away, his mother was distraught. She often took to wandering the surrounding lands by herself on long walks, attempting to get her mind off of her grief, while Stalwart tended to the farm work. Though life in the area was peaceful, there was occasional banditry in the region. One day, Stalwart's dear mother failed to return home at her usual time. His concern growing with each passing minute, Stalwart finally ventured forth to look for her, searching some woods he and his mother both enjoyed visiting. To his horror, the young stallion found that a pair of ne'er-do-wells had accosted her. After attempting to reason with them for her release, it fell upon him to use his physical strength to fight them off. In the face of his steady onslaught, the scrawny ponies fled in terror, leaving Stalwart and his distraught mother alone in the clearing. As he nuzzled her tears away and comforted her, the mark of a stone fortress appeared on his flank, representing not only his physical strength and valor in the face of danger, but also his capacity to be a sturdy fixture for others to rely upon in their times of personal need

I apologize for my little SNAFU. I'll edit it a bit a lot. I didn't know about the "no ranged weapons" thing...I think I'll have her stalking through the town trying to do recruiting of some kind.

I don't mean like...leader of a massive army. I mean the leader of a handful of ragtag resistance ponies...she'd even sew the camouflage herself!

Okay...I finished reading the rp. If I'm going to play Rarity, I'm going to play her as a fashionista-gone-guerilla-leader, unless anyone has objections. I'm also going to assume that she's been using the power of her own unicorn magic to stave off the progression of the changeling curse.

I think I'll need a little basic info on the current state of the rp...but I'm leaning towards Rarity.

I said I'd play any Mane 6 that needed playing.

Could I join as a Changeling OC or pony turned traitor, either way serving as a diplomat and right hoof being to Chrysalis? If not I'd be more than comfortable playing any Mane Six you need. If I can write for them and get a good response, I figure I can roleplay them, too.

Stalwart looked up and swished his tail as the children wandered off. [colour=#000080]"I am Stalwart. Nice to meet you, Asteria. And to answer your question...I do private security as my main job, but I'm also a certified peace officer. Not quite a royal guard, or a policeman, but my authority is nearly that of the latter."[/colour] The large stallion cocked his head. [colour=#000080]"You yourself do not appear to be from these parts. Are you here on some sort of business, perhaps?" [/colour]His tail continued swishing back and forth. [colour=#000080]"And will you permit me to ask why you wear such a heavy robe everywhere you go? It seems as if it would be a bit uncomfortable...and it makes you look a little, uh, dare I say suspicious?" [/colour]

Stalwart shamefacedly studied the stoic unicorn. She was an odd pony...very odd indeed. "I-I'm sorry children," he muttered quietly. He decided not to reinforce her advice to them, as it would probably make him seem even more of a "meanie", and they'd probably be disinclined to listen to him anyway. "I was just trying to protect them," he said to himself softly, hanging his head. He watched the children and the enigmatic mare from the corner of his eye. [sorry, couldn't think of much else to type. I'll probably have more to work with next post. ^^;]

Stalwart looked at the little foal. [colour=#000080]"Y-you mean you're not...being threatened?"[/colour] he asked, looking at the little pony, suddenly feeling very foolish. [colour=#000080]"I...well, um...this is rather awkward,"[/colour] he said, scuffing the dirt path with his hoof. He turned deep red in the face, giving his cheeks a shade resembling a very deep purple. He then looked up towards the mare, apparently named Asteria. He attempted to put on his air of confident authority again, with a little success. [colour=#000080]"Well, um...your face doesn't seem that of a pony caught in the midst of some evil act, so I guess I simply...messed up..."[/colour] he said, dropping his formal speech pattern at the end and heaving a deep sigh. [colour=#000080]"Please forgive me."[/colour] The stallion shook his head gently, snorting a little at himself. [colour=#000080]'Stalwart, you fool...you should know better than to make stupid, stupid accusations like that.'[/colour] The stallion simply stared down at his hooves, the small area of the park the group occupied silent save for the cool winds rustling the colorful leaves decorating the ground, and those few of them still left on their branches.

Stalwart slowly walked towards Asteria and the little fillies. "What precisely are you doing to those two little ones?" he demanded, swishing his pale gray tail back and forth. "You weren't trying to harm them, were you?" he asked, looking towards the little ponies. 'Poor little foals...they seem absolutely terrified!' he thought to himself. He spread his wings and shuffled them a bit, then folded them on his back again, silently staring down the unicorn and awaiting a response. Poor Stalwart honestly thought he was jumping to the aid of these poor, defenseless children. He didn't realize how wrong he was. The pegasus eyed Asteria incredulously. "Show me your face...now," came another barked order. "If you fail to comply, I'll be forced to bring you in. I'll have you know I'm a certified Equestrian peace officer." Ah, jumping to conclusions. What fun.

Stalwart was trotting through the quiet park, enjoying the afternoon cool. Business had been good lately; there was always some important pony or other who needed (or simply wanted) protection somewhere. As such, he could afford to take a day off. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard what sounded like the screaming of terrified foals! He galloped in the direction of the noise, coming upon a suspicious-looking unicorn standing in front of a pair of fillies. [colour=#000080]"You there! Stop that!"[/colour] he shouted in his deep voice, utilizing his most commanding tone. The large, muscular pegasus stamped a hoof on the ground, punctuating his order.

Stalwart was soaring through Cloudsdale. It was not often that he visited this city, despite being a pegasus, but he too had just finished a job, serving as a bodyguard to some important dignitary or other doing a survey of a local factory. He spotted a little coffee shop and figured it was high time for some refreshment. The built pegasus landed on the clouds and trotted into the establishment, giving the pretty proprietor a small smile. It was about the only kind of smile the normally serious pegasus was capable of giving. [colour=#000080]"Hello...I'd like a cup of the darkest roast you've got, please...no cream or sugar or anything of that nature," [/colour]the muscular stallion spoke in his deep yet gentle baritone. He pulled his coinpurse out of his saddlebag, prepared to fork over the necessary number of bits.