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Monty lowered his hoof the mare obviously didn't want to shake hooves. He chuckled at her saying Sir in front of his name before listening intently as Glow illustrated how she communicated with fireflies. She then proceeded to explain why she was standing in such an awkward manner. He shuffled back a little back so that he would not have to look down to speak with her. Judging personal space was not one of Monty's strong suits, although most ponies did not seem to mind. He whistled before replying, 'That is a neat trick you got there! I wish I could do fancy stuff like that! All I have is my stripes and my bow-tie here.' After the straightened it and smiled again, his ear flopping over. 'Oh and my mane!' he ran a hoof through it and it bristled right back into place. 'I can never seem to get it to behave, ponies say it is because of my wild nature!' Answering her last question, 'Yes the Gala seems to be a fun time for all! I mean just look at the crowds at the door, and have you seen the buffet!! There are even some Zebra dishes!!' His mind skipped a little. 'OHH you're an actress?! That seems like a really fun job! What shows have you starred in? Can you sing?? I've never met an actress before!' He was being very friendly towards the mare, ladies always love to talk about themselves and he was giving her lots of opportunity. He pondered why he had never seen her on stage before, he did love to watch theater.

[ Pony Related Character ] [[ For the reader: Orange is River and black is me (the narrator). ]] [[ A HUGE thanks to Buxy for the art.]] Name: "Names? No no names have power THEY can use names to change things." *sighs* Do you see what I have to put up with? His name is Erigeron maniopotamicus Now I know what you're thinking his parents must have really disliked him. Rather the opposite They were just very involved in nature, and named him after a very rare plant. Mad River Fleabane is his colloquial name although he would never tell anypony that. The ones that do actually know his name call him River because if they say his full name he tends to get a little, lets just call it twitchy. Sex: *Turns his head to the side* He is a male. Age: "Things that can not be defined, THEY have no concept of time, Time is subjective, THEIR time is not OUR time!" You are a Stallion in your mid twenties. Species: "The ones with horns , the ones with wings. I am not one of those things." That . . . that actually made sense. He is an earth pony. Pelt Color: "WHY, have I changed again? THEY can change things, in the darkness while you sleep whilst the crickets go cheep cheep cheep. What colour am I?" Yea some times I don't even know what he is talking about. He is a dark brown colour similar to dirt. Mane/Tail Color & Style: *Chews on his front hoof* Stop that, it's not healthy. His mane and tail are a black. They are wild and tangled, hanging shaggily all over. Eye Color: *Crosses his eyes and blows raspberries* You know there is something wrong with you right? They want to know what colour your eyes are. They are purple. Not raspberry, Purple. Cutie Mark: *Starts to chase tail around in a circle* Yes that is where your cutie-mark is. It looks like this. Physique: *Rolls around in a puddle* Yeaaaaaa. I don't think he understands that one. He is rather skinny and lanky. He is on the tall side. And always has circles and bags under his eyes. He has unshorn fetlocks. Occupation: "The DARKNESS needs to be watched, THEY live in the DARKNESS. THEY can change things in the DARKNESS. THEY can not be seen, if THEY are watched, then THEY do not esist." If you say so. He currently does not have a job. He lives off the land. Residence: *gallops backwards back to his house* Look you've scared him now. His house is a long abandoned lodge out in the depths of Soggalong Swamp The basement of which is a cavern. His home is in a constant state of disarray. He has grass growing on the ceiling (I'm not sure how he pulled that off either) There are no lights in his house, he has a few lanterns with candles, these are filtered to show red light. There are pictures and sketches of everything all over the walls. Most of these are connected by string, some however are connected by paperclips. His 'basement' is very well light with red light and houses a jungle of exotic and one of a kind plants. Some of which he created. There is more but that is for later. Motivation: It used to be botany. Well it still is, but now he watches the DARKNESS more and more. He still keeps up his botany though. Character Summary: He wasn't always . . . unique. He was an ordinary foal. His parents were, what you would call pony naturalists. They lived in the woods and communed with nature. He was brought up knowing everything that plants could do. It only follows that he would Have a cutie-mark that corresponds to that. He reared one of his name sakes from a seed, a very hard thing to do. After accomplishing this his cutie-mark appeared. He had a decent colthood and studied volumes of botany texts. He created many cross-breeds of plants, and reared many other rare species. He was happy. However poor River seems to have had a pre-disposition for some form of psychosis, or it may have been some unknown toxin that one of his plants let off. He slowly slipped from the world of Equestria into his own delusional version of the world around him. He withdrew from his family, dissipated is more like it. He found the abandoned lodge and made it his home. He locked himself inside and proceeded to let his delusion run rampant. He modified many parts oh his home in response to his delusions. As it stands he still goes outside, but only during the light hours. On very rare occasions does he venture out after dark and those are only during certain periods when very specific plants are in bloom. He loves to sketch and 'capture' new plants. He brings them home to his personal jungle in his basement. He does not shun other ponies but most find him absolutely wack-a-doo and leave him alone. He lives off of the food that the plants provide for him. He is a very self sufficient pony. His delusions are very hard to explain, they make perfect sense to him but not many other ponies. Recurring themes include: DARKNESS - THEM - US - and HER . The DARKNESS seems to be the conduit through which THEY antagonize US. As to the best of my knowledge SHE is a savior figure. Doors have power to him, he believes his house is bigger on the inside than the outside, and plants can fight the DARKNESS. He has many rituals regarding these delusions, all meant to protect from THEM. He may be a bit unique but he has a heart of gold. He thinks that he is protecting the entirety of the pony race by following his actions and he does not understand why nopony understands that. He does not know that he is delusional nor would he care if anypony told him, in his own way he tries to protect them all. And this is where we find River at the moment.

Monty's stomach had rumbled as soon as his eyes set upon the Royal Buffet. So many exquisite dishes, some he even recognized from the Zebra Homeland. There was even an ice sculpture in the middle of the table. Monty wove his way through all the guests and waiters towards the desert table. As he approached he noticed the table cloth ruffle as if some pony was moving around underneath the table. He watched covertly, he saw a small head pop out and look about before an entire pony darted out from under the table. He chuckled as he watched the, Colt? , take the tray of cookies and sneak back under the table. He quietly walked over to the table and stood where the pony had taken the cookies from. 'Now where did those cookies get off to? They looked delicious.' he said in a loud yet playful voice, hoping that the cookie thief hear him over the din of the crowd. He took a small plate with a piece of shortcake wrapped in a banana leaf off of the table. He looked about to see if anypony was watching him. He knelt down on his knees and then stuck his head under the table and looked around for the cookie thief. 'Hi there! Would you like to trade a cookie for this shortcake?' he asked in a very happy tone. He placed the shortcake on the ground and smiled causing his right ear to flop over.

Monty liked the firm handshake. 'A good handshake is the start to a good business relationship.' he mused to himself. He looked over the mare. He found her dress to be very beautiful, she seemed to fit in rather well with all the other fancy ponies about. He smiled at her question. 'Well Miss Mint it's nice to meet 'cha! Yea the Princess is quite the spectacle ain't she. Between you and me and the night air I think sometimes she over does it though don't you?' He said nudging her shoulder with his as he winked. After giggling at his own joke he answered her, 'Nope, I'm from Hoofington, got a small surplus shop there. If you need it Monty can get it for you . . . for a price of course.' He smiled and his ear flopped over again as he offered her a business card with his shop's info on it. 'Although I was born in the Zebra Homeland, I still can't shake the accent no matter how hard I try. May I add that your dress is quite beautiful, a wonderful balance of prim and proper with a hint of antiquity and grace.' He complimented her as he took a few steps forward seeing as the line had moved.

Monty was decked out in his best formal attire, a brown tuxedo and a creme coloured shirt with a red bow-tie. The jacket and shirt matched his stripes perfectly but the bow tie clashed beyond all belief and that was why he loved it. It was much like his mane which was styled in a permanent Mohawk. After entering the gala through the front gate and taking in all the spectacle of the pomp and circumstance Monty had decided to wander around for a bit to see all of the Castle's grounds. It was not often that he would ever have the chance to see them again. The soft sounds of singing in the distance wafted on the breeze and struck his ears, he flicked them. He looked about trying to find the source but could only see an older mare standing awkwardly underneath a tree, her form was highlighted by slightly glowing dots. He chuckled to himself as he walked over. After inspecting her dress for a moment he asked, 'How in Equestria did you get those things to stay put for you? Did you glue them on?' He then looked up at the mare. 'And doesn't standing like that hurt you neck?' he asks. 'Oh my, where /are/ my manners. Monty's the name!' He said extending a hoof to shake as he smiled widely which caused his right ear to flop over.

Monty poked his head out of his chartered carriage. The palace was so beautiful and all of the decorations only served to make it look even more royal. He brayed in pleasure as he exited the carriage. 'This is going to be FUN!' he says out loud to anypony within earshot. He had received a ticket to the Grand Galloping Gala but he did not know from whom. He had friends all over Equestria, some of whom were very well connected. He had pondered which one of his contacts might have sent the ticket but then quickly gave up the quest and danced around giddily. Of course he was going to go, Hoofington was just too boring sometimes and the Gala would be a great distraction from the doldrums. He was decked out in his best formal attire, a brown tuxedo and a creme coloured shirt with a red bow-tie. The jacket and shirt matched his stripes perfectly but the bow tie clashed beyond all belief and that was why he loved it. It was much like his mane which was styled in a permanent mowhawk. He smiled as he walked up to the line at the head of which stood the Princess. He heard a meek voice ask, "Good evening... Have you ever met Princess Celestia before?" 'Hello, no I have never met the Princess before but from what I have heard she is absolutely magnificent!' he answered. 'Oh where are my manners! I'm Monty! Pleased to meet 'cha!' he chimed out happily extending a hoof to shake as he smiled widely which caused his right ear to flop over.

No hurry at all take your time, I know how stressful that Forum moves can be! Are there new rules for characters that I could go have a look see over to see if I need to tweak the application? ~Sage AkA Freddie Freewings

Freddie was watching Klondike jingle the satchel and name his tools. There was almost a melody to it, music if you listened hard enough. That is what Freddie was good at, listening and so he did. He picked up the treble of the 'L-Keys' and the 'loose change', the mids of 'the socket wrench hitting a small saw', and even the steady bass notes of the pony's hoof beats. All this hit Freddie's ears as the wonderful music of life. "I like the name of your shop, I think it fits perfectly." He says laughing. "You were not showing off, you were creating the music of life. All the calamity of those tools in your bags plays right into the beat of your hooves and if you listen hard enough, you can hear it." Freddie stopped talking for a moment but he continued listening to what he called 'music of life'. He looked over at Klondike expectantly. "Did you hear it? That is the music of you!" Freddie said as he stopped walking for a moment to retrieve his harmonica and a neck holder for it that he rarely ever used. "Now if you wouldn't mind walking for a bit more next to me while I pick out notes, I would greatly appreciate it!" He said standing up after attaching the harmonica to its holder. He blew out through the instrument in an upwards scale and inhaled a downward scale to make sure that all the reeds still worked. As they walked he began to pick out notes to go along with the symphony of noises coming out of Klondike's bag, always keeping in mind the beat of the other pony's hooves.

Exactly what I was going for Thunder! And I put up a link to the pagoda picture, it may not be the right word for it but I cant seem to remember if there is a better one sorry ^.^ ~Sage AkA Freddie Freewings

Edited to include his living arrangements. To be honest when I first read the question of how he learned to cook I went , "Huh?! Doesn't everypony know how to cook?" Then it dawned on me that not everypony grows up in a home where their parents cook! That was a very good point to make Tales and I thank you immensely for bringing it up! Growing up in a German/Italian family has afforded me the skill of cooking and I do overlook the simple fact that some people can't. Haha, thanks again Tales! ~Sage AkA Freddie Freewings

Edited, added a paragraph about the layout of the shop, and another about his well personality really. Thanks for the tips Thunder, they are much appreciated! ~Sage AkA Freddie Freewings

[Zebra] Name: Monty Sex: Male Age: Stallion [mid 20's] Species: Zebra Pelt Color: Creme base coat with brown stripes. Mane/Tail Color & Style: Continuing creme and brown stripes. Classic zebra Mohawk style, but very well kept and neat. Same with the tail. Eye Color: Amber Tribal Marking: Family Crest Physique: Slight and not particularly muscular. He is the normal height and weight for a stallion of his age but it shows that he has never had a day of hard labor in his life. Residence: He lives above his shop in Hoofington, "Monty's Surplus" Occupation: Shop owner, he can get you anything that you need, for a price of course! Motivation: He enjoys making a sale, and everything that goes into it. He wants to have a successful business and he is well on his way there. Likes: Having fun! He likes going to the clubs and dancing like a foal. Anything that can turn into a fun situation. His business side loves money just as much. Dislikes: Being bored, dull individuals, not having fun, not making a sale, not making money Character Summary: Monty is a VERY outgoing zebra, he is ALWAYS happy and that happiness is very infectious. Growing up he was always the 'popular' zebra. He never took advantage of this though. Monty had many friends in the zebra homelands and he still tries to keep in contact with them. His father the tribe's cook, Monty would always spend his free time (when he was not playing with his friends) around his dad's kitchen. He would watch and learn how to prepare the Zebra's cultural dishes, although he was never /amazing/ at it he did become proficient at the art of cooking. After becoming an 'adult' [about 13 years old] and receiving his family crest he decided to go see the world. His family supported him in his decision, after all he was a full fledged zebra now. After a few months of going from place to place, always making friends, he came upon the city of Trottingham. Not having a single bit to his name he thought it high time he got a regular job. He was in luck! An airship was moored at the city and they were looking for a cook. After making fast friends with the captain he managed to talk his way into the job. He was not the best cook out there, but he could make adequate food, and the crew loved him. He served for about five years on the ship as their cook. Every time they would dock at a city Monty would take the chance to go into town and pick up supplies. The real reason he was there was to make friends. After his five years he decided to 'retire' from the ship and make a little supply shop in Hoofington. Those five years afforded him many, many, 'Contacts' through out all of Equestria. He takes full advantage of this when ordering supplies. His supply shop has been open for about two years now and is doing rather well. Although he finds Hoofington rather drab and boring, it is a wonderful place for a surplus store. Monty's Surplus is a medium sized store. It is a two story building with a basement that stands alone just outside the town center. Monty lives on the second floor above his shop. A large wooden sign hands on the front of the building that says 'Monty's Surplus' and out front there is a propeller from an airship wedged into the ground. The inside of the store is sectioned off into isles, the isles towards the front of the store hold smaller items and more house hold wares. Where as the isles towards the back of the store hold more specific and larger wares aimed for he Airship Crews. He has a small back room where he keeps some overflow stock, but his basement is the main warehousing for all his stock.His back yard is surrounded by a stout wooden fence with a very wide gate inside which there are two covered but open air pagodas, underneath which he stores the very large wares that he can not fit inside his shop. There are two loading bays in the back, one is a pair of double doors that open up to the showroom, and the second is a gentle slope that leads down to a pair of double doors that open up to the basement. This affords for easy haul-away for his customers when they bring their carts and plan to order quite a bit of goods. As previously stated he can get anything you need, it may take a little time and the price may be a tad steep but he can get it for you. Seeing as Monty lives alone he does find the odd occasion to cook for some friends that come over to visit. He enjoys it because it brings back memories of the comradery he felt aboard the air ship he served on. He and his guests always have a wonderful time telling stories and recounting tall tales. He does cook for himself but it is just not the same. Living in Hoofington is rather boring for Monty, so he tries to spice things up a bit, always making conversation with the customers of his shop, and having fun. He may come off at times as a tad bit 'Delightfully Insane' but he is just trying to have fun and liven things up. - - - Note: When he smiles widely his right ear flops down and goes limp. Cute Quirk. Sorry for the confusion -- A Pagoda is an open air structure that has a roof but no sides, usually only held up by the four corner beams. It affords for ease of access to a relatively sheltered area where larger items can be easily stored.

Freddie did enjoy talking with new ponies, there was always a new story to be had. He took the other ponies hoof in his and shook. "Well Klondike, that sounds more like a pony name. I am pleased to meet you, I am Mister Freddie Freewings. Yes I have been in Ponyville for about a year now, there is always something interesting going on here! And I am sure that the clerks at City Hall will hold the keys for you. They are not that punctual around these parts. Everypony gets distracted now and again." He began to slowly walk towards the other side of town where the Inns and taverns were located. Ponyville had many Inns but at this time of night they were most likely all booked up, although there is no harm in trying. "So you have a knack for fixing things huh, it is a good skill to have. Now is this a hobby or a job, or is it your calling?" Freddie loved to hear about other ponies lives. It was just so interesting to him, seeing how other ponies lived and saw the world. He liked putting himself in their shoes for a while and seeing the world a different way.

"So you are looking to open up a repair shop. We could always use one of those, things are constantly needing a good fix around here. Have you spoken with the town hall yet? They are the ponies in charge of land distribution. I managed to get a wonderful little piece of land on the outskirts of town. City hall would be closed at this time of night though. Have you booked a stay at any of the Inns around town, they are usually full up, Ponyville is a busy place it seems." Freddie could see the worry on his companion's face. Freddie was taken aback by the next part of the conversation. "Wait, Mister Clownbike sells crickets, what in Equestria are you talking about? Who would sell crickets and what for?" Freddie cocked his head to the side and crinkled his nose up a little in a look of sheer confusion. It then struck Freddie like a tonne of bricks. He almost choked as he guffawed harder than he had in many years. He fell over on to his side and laughed some more. As his side struck the ground though a spike of pain was driven up his left wing and into his whithers. Freddie shook a little with the pain. A grimace came across his countenance. 'Damn it Freddie you should remember you can't do that!' Freddie silently scolded as he repositioned himself back on his hindquarters looking at the other Pony. Clearing his throat, "Sorry about that, it dawned on me that neither of us knew what the other one was talking about." Freddie smiled at the pony sitting on the crate. "I think we should start over, but maybe on our way to find you a place to stay for the night. You can't sleep out here, even though it is a beautiful night."  Freddie gingerly placed his saddle bags on his back and tightened them up again. "Shall we depart?" He asked the other pony with a quizzical look. [[ OOC -- Sorry for the delay, Finals week and all, You left it open just fine, You left me with more than enough to work with! ]]]

Exactly what I was going for!! Thanks again for the input & approval! ~Sage

Done and done, I tend to get a bit wordy when I write! Thanks for the input, always appreciated! ~Sage

[colour=#ff8c00]Note by Manestream:[/colour] [colour=#ff8c00]This OC has been retired, and the rights to recreate re-purposed to Diomedes, proof as per conversation log between Pony_Sage and Diomedes. 10/17/2012[/colour] This is a rework of one of my characters. Master Gunnery Sergeant Alastair Goldmane Oy, just a'cause I can poke you in the eyes from 100 yards doesn’t mean we can’t be mates! Name: Master Gunnery Sergeant Alastair “Goldy” Goldmane, AEF ret. Sex: Male Age: Griffin nearing the end of his prime, aged 40-45 by human years. Species: Griffin colour Scheme: Javan Tiger (feline half) Feathers: Brown with black spots. Pinion tips are white. Eye colour: Green Physique: Toned, but not massive. Built more for endurance than raw strength. Origin: Born on the outskirts of Talonopolis. Currently lives on and travels aboard the heavily-modified Horizon-class airship Artorius. Unit: 1st Battalion, 13th Special Operations Aviation Regiment (SOAR, “Bloody Thirteen”), Black Lance, 1st Aerie Aquellian Marines Occupation: Contractor, Artorius security officer, marksman Motivation: Adventure. Alastair has seen and done many things, but is always looking forward to what lies just beyond the horizon. He believes in living life to the fullest, if he kills, he kills with ferocity; if he loves, he loves with passion. Likes: The perfect shot, billiards, Talonopolis bourbon, campouts, roughing it, adventure, card games Dislikes: Slow days, formal occasions, missing his shots, being beaten at cards by Demetrius, the inner city Character History: Compared to many lower Griffon families in the Canyons, the Goldmanes were relatively well-off, which won them some scorn from the general masses Talonopolis. Despite their many members, the family was able to maintain a comfortable living with a combination of hunting, factory work in Talonopolis, and enlistment in the Aquellian Armed Forces. Alastair was never one for school, nor was he one for factory work, hunting suited him just fine. He would spend days if not weeks out in the wilderness, tracking, stalking, and taking his quarry. Whenever he would return home with his quarry there would be a feast. These adventures provided him with time to consider his options in the way of his career, after all nights spent out in the wild with nary a soul around are perfect times to think about things. On one such hunting trip it occurred to him that the military was the best place for him. The outdoors, the adventure, the traveling, the exploring. It would fit him like a glove! Despite their social standing, most Goldmanes never had the education to become officers, but their down to earth attitude and level-headedness made them excellent NCOs. Alastair was one such enlistee. His skills allowed him to climb the enlisted ranks quickly, reaching the rank of Master Gunnery Sergeant just before his honorable discharge from the Aquellian marines. Alastair’s ascendancy did not come without struggle however, his blatant disregard for conventional chain of command drew the ire of many younger officers, but attracted the attention of the 13th SOAR, better known as “Bloody Thirteen.” Alastair did well for himself in the 13th, gaining renown as a capable marine and excellent marksman. Seeing as the 13t's primary function was infiltration and surgical strikes on foreign lands, it allowed him to exercise his interests in hunting, camping, and outdoor exploration in extreme conditions. As Alastair grew in age, so did his yearning for something new, the next adventure. While the 'Bloody Thirteen' were usually sent out into foreign lands, the routine was always the same. This wore thin for Alastair after a while, he wanted to see what was beyond the next horizon. This day came at last when whispers of a new city hit his ears. Stalliongrad, a place of intrigue, mystery, cold weather, and to his liking, adventure! He put in his resignation when he returned to his barracks, and within the month he was heading to Stalliongrad. When he arrived he was amazed by the city's sheer size, diversity, and well chance for something new and interesting to do! Alas without a stable source of income he would soon have to move back Aquellia without his dreams of adventure realized. Luckily for Alastair a Private Military Company was looking for someone with his set of skills, and was well versed in the ins and outs of the Aquellian experience. Quickly accepting the offer Alastair was soon finished with his probationary period and was assigned to an airship that ran the Aquellian Trade spine as the Chief Security Officer. Alastair soon made a strong bond with the, at times, overly serious captain of the airship. To this day he serves Captain Strumovik aboard the Artorius. He relishes in the adventure that seems to follow that ship, like an albatross, where ever it may venture. Skills Melee Combat. Years of service with the 13th has taught Goldy a thing or two about fighting. Camouflage. The Bloody Thirteen was renowned for its ability to infiltrate enemy territory undetected, strike its target deadly precision, and exfiltrate without being discovered. Years of serving with the Regiment has taught Alastair many camouflage and survival skills. Marksmanship. Alastair was one of the SOAR’s best rangers, an expert marksman with his crossbow. Equipment Combat knife. Cold-rolled stainless-steel blade based on experimental Aquellian metallurgical processes is both exceptionally sharp and resistant to the elements. Crossbow “Matilda”. Gildwyn-pattern Aquellian crossbow modified with match-grade components, including a telescopic sight. “Matilda” can take the helmet off a Griffon at 70 yards and hit point targets at a maximum of 100 yards under ideal conditions. Wing guards. Canvas guards that strap onto the wings. Tips are weighted for striking and provide modest protection from enemy attacks. Legacy Application hidden behind spoiler tag for book keeping purposes.

Yupp, when I first heard it it took me a bit to place the name though. I knew Fluttershy would snap eventually, it is always the quiet ones that you have to be careful around. *watches back* Haha but all in all I thought it was a pretty well put together episode. ~Sage AkA Freddie Freewings

Freddie began to chuckle, he could not help it. "Clownbike aye?" His chuckle turned into a full, wholehearted belly laugh. It was not a cruel or mean laugh but merely a laugh of pleasure. "Ohhhh eeeehh, I am fairly certain that your name is not Clownbike," Freddie was cut short when the 'Clownbike' pony asked for the oil can that was sitting on a crate next to him. "...Absolutely ..." Freddie said before grabbing the oil can with his mouth and lifting it up to the new pony. As 'Clownbike' took the oil can from Freddie, a thought dawned on the old stallion, "Oh my how forgetful of me! My name is Mister Freddie Freewings, you may call me however you wish though, and it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance . . ." Freddie paused a moment for emphasis as he turned his head to the side and smiled, "Mister Clownbike." Freddie could not help but chuckle to himself once again. Freddie was in a great mood so he decided to make conversation with 'Clownbike' even if he was engrossed in his work. Freddie plopped down on his right flank, slouching with his feet off to the left. His saddlebags slid down off of his back and landed in a crumpled pile on the ground behind him. "You seem fairly handy with tools there. That sign has squeaked ever since I have been here at least, and most likely far longer than that. I am sure that the store owner will appreciate you fixing it for him, but the crickets may miss their companion." Freddie chuckled again, he let out a sharp chirping whistle through his teeth, it sounded at least /similar/ to a cricket. Somewhere far off in the distance a cricket could be heard halfheartedly responding to the call. "So may I ask you what brought you to this quaint town on Ponyville?" Freddie interjected after a short silence. "Are you here for work, or are you just a mild mannered pony in the day time, but at night you turn into the mysterious Mister Fix, out to solve all the towns dilemmas with your trusty brush and oil can?" Freddie may have been poking fun at the other pony but it was in a good-natured jovial way. Freddie sat watching 'Clownbike' with a smile hoping that he would prove to be an interesting pony. [[ OOC : Text walls aren't always bad! Yours have so much description in them it is wonderful! By the way you had me laughing out loud with 'Clownbike' very well done Bravo **claps**]]

There was a cool breeze blowing through the leaves over Freddie's head. He was sitting with his back leaning up against an old oak tree near the marketplace. Looking up at the starry sky after a long day making and serving tea he smiled. "Such a beautiful night." Freddie said to himself. Tearing his gaze from the stars Freddie began to dig through his saddlebags. Finding what he was looking for, he pulled out a tarnished silver harmonica. The moon's light shimmered off of the slender instrument. The harmonica brought back memories to old Freddie, memories of days long since past. Days spent wandering the plains and forests meeting all sorts of interesting folks. Freddie had not been in Ponyville for a long while but he was getting antsy to meet another interesting pony. He said to himself, " 'Tis been a long time since I've had a new song to play." Freddie thought of his parents and smiled, "Ahh this song should do nicely for a night like tonight." Freddie let out his breath, closed his eyes and took a long bent draw on the three hole of the harmonica. He then snapped down to the two and the one holes blowing. Pausing he started on the three hole again with a draw and the song picked up from there. The somber notes wafted over the marketplace of Ponyville. Anypony that was in earshot was more than welcome to listen to the song. The song sounded of longing but there was a happy edge to the longing. The harmonica was a wonderfully expressive instrument. After a few minutes of play Freddie ended the song on a long sad draw on the six and seven holes, warbling between the two. Smiling Freddie looked about his surroundings. Playing his harp always put him in a good mood. Freddie spied a rather peculiar pony standing on his hind legs on top of a crate seemingly fiddling with a store sign. The pony's light blue mane and dark blue coat was not recognizable to Freddie. Placing his harp back in his saddlebags, Freddie strolled over to the new pony. Standing behind him looking inquisitively at what this pony was doing Freddie came to understand that he was fixing the sign. Smiling and tilting his head to the side Freddie spoke to the pony, "A rather strange time at night to be doing maintenance on a sign don't you think? Wouldn't it be much easier to do in the day when you can actually see what you are doing?" Hoping he did not startle the new pony too much. [[ OOC: I am new to RP as well so this should be fun!]]

HiHi Indie! I am pleased to meet you! These forums are great and full of friendly people! I hope you like it here, and I hope to RP with you some time soon!! ~Sage AkA Freddie Freewings P.S. I think the toaster in the break room is in a cupboard some where. ^.^

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Alrighty I fixed her up and smoothed out some kinks, and off she goes!! ~Sage AkA Freddie Freewings

So could you suggest a more "Pony appropriated" name then? Cause if some of the other names that have been accepted are to be used as a guide, I really don't see the issue, Viola is 1.) an instrument 2.) the colour purple Antillia is a fictional island off the coast of spain, that marked the end of navigable waters and [insernt name here] does work in a light house. I found it rather appropriate. But what should her name be because I really am tapped out here. ~Sage

Ok, That clears Up the Freddie issue but still does not address the issue of Granny Pie, Pinkie Pie's full name, and the afrorementioned other examples, such as Champ's father, he seems to have a last name. I'm not being belligerent I just really would like to understand and why ponies can not have last names? ~Sage