synkyd

a bit.

heavy mare. have you played slender?

Pewdiepie did a lets play of slender.

your kinda asking for a.pewdiepie or a heavy mare oc witg this one, mate.

Calypso mouthed a thank you to Nebula, and levatated the scroll into his coat pockets.

Hello! As my cohort told you, my name is Calypso cuts, Mane stylest legend! now, what are you here for, mr... im sorry, I didnt get your name?" Calypso eagerly asked. so much bonancy in that mane! Calypso dipped his hoof in and felt around, mumbling to himself

(is this disco stu? )

World Of Equestria

Name: Calypso Cuts

Sex:Male

Age:stallion

species:Unicorn

Eye Colour: Red

Coat: Silver

Mane/tail: green and blue, with the whole.front raised in a complicated style of interlocking spikes

Physique: tall, and well built

residence: Canterlot

Cutie Mark: scissors and a comb.

Cuite Mark Story: It was coming to a head of anger and frustration in the later days of schooling for Cuts; It wasn't school or family, it was manes. Retched Manes. Terrible, horrible, nasty manes, And IN FASHION? Calypso looked down at the levitating scissors in his magical grip. He needed to do something, Fashion needed something. Calypso turned to a nearby wall length mirror, And lived up to his second name. He began to cut, slicing his hair, teasing, and tangling- Until it was Abruptly cut for time, a yell of dinner echoing through the air. Not thinking, Calypso galloped out of the room, leaving his New do in view. his mothers hoof flew up to her mouth, only slight gagging noises coming from behind the horseshoe. His Father set down his newspaper, And immediately began bellowing a hardy laugh of amazement, Calypso sporting the exact same hairdo he does now, and the same cutie mark. Getting his Cutie mark and (what he believed) setting a new line of fashion? Calypso thought today was a good day.

History: Calypso was born in Manehatten, on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Calypso was quickly raised respectively taught by a Mother who was very supportive on manners and rules. Of course, Calypso didn't want a part of it, favoring to simply play and run, getting a thrill whenever his mother yelled for him to reel it in. However, His self described highlight of his childhood was schooling, When he quickly gained the interest of mares and the silent mocking of colts who were jealous of his ease around the opposite sex. From here, Calypso began to very, very quickly develop his social skills, becoming somewhat of a expert in the battle of tongues, And more importantly, a taste of fame, one that would leave a unquenchable hunger for the rest of his life.

Character summary:

Basically, Calypso is a hip, stylish, and flirty Barber-That's mane stylist to you! He's generally known to be likable, showering anyone who isn't a fellow fashion worker in complements and congrats He isn't a super clean freak, and very rarely is one for panic: However, a lack of certain materials can drive him batty.

likes:style, passion, mares, conversation, fame

Hates: buzz-cuts, other ponies in fashion, rudeness, and obscurity.

Hobbies: Calypso can dance fairly well, and is frequently seen in parties busting a move. Calypso has also taken up writing, favoring romance and drama as the words under his pencil. Flirting and conversation is his main hobby, however.

Faults: Calypso can be seen as being a bit too extreme in both personality and taste. he's incompetent in cooking, only able to create charcoal and dust in his kitchen, and maybe he is just a tiny bit too eager to find love.

((i say, theres an odd cemistry going on in this rp, huh?)

Calypso tredded across the room, back and forth,breathing heavily, repetivly dragging his hoof through his mane. What was he to do if a inportant ponu came in? luna, what if PHOTO FINISH CAME IN? OR HOITIEY TOITEY? Calypsos lip was bleeding from his rapid biting in his lips. he nickered gently and looked out the window.

Nebula would panic, quickly checking over the inventory herself and look up at each spot. "W-W-What's m-missing, M-Mister C-C-Calypso?"

Checking it over and over, she remembered each and every supply, down to every single pair of scissors. She even double-checked each time, but what did she miss!?

Calypso wildly serched for minites, ripping away supplies from the shelfs, a wild, half crazy look in his face. After looking, Calypso galloped to his front desk and half crashed into it, riping open desk drawers and pulling out bits. "You've seen me use my dye spell, right? well, the only colours I couldnt replicate were metalic. Now, any review pony or VIP that comes in here and sees I dont have gold dye? INSTANT. SOCIAL. SUICIDE!" Calypso began to fill a bag full of bits and gave it to Nebula. "Now, go to Close shave, mention my name, and ask for purelit gold. PURLIT GOLD.not any other colour, got it?"

Nebula looked up to the stallion, slightly unsure of his words but somehow feeling every so slightly better about this. Thankful he didn't ask anymore about her parents, she proceeded to pull her forelegs around Calypso and hug him. It wasn't too tight, but enough to show her appreciation.

"T-T-Thank you, M-M-Mister C-Calypso."

After a few seconds, the filly released him and quickly lifted a clipboard that was rather heavy for her to hold up, but she sat it down and held it up by her head. "I-I also f-finished i-iii... wh-whatever that w-w-word was."

Calypso gave Nebula a smile. "inventory, my Dear." Calypso looked over the inventory list. And promply his ears flew up, hie eyes wide. "Ohnononono, I have some, I have some!" Calypso began pushing aside numoris hair supplies wildly, fear in his eyes. "NO! OH CELESTIA!"Calypso turned around and put his hoofs on Nebulas sholders. "Are you sure you didnt miss anything? NO? AHHHHH!" Calypso began to wildly look around, panicing

"Well, uh... " Calypso just didnt know what to say, given how his parents loved him very much. sure, they didnt pay for his small arpartment or the salon, but they supported him the whole way. was it a good idea to lie to a filly who already misstrusted adults? even as she cried sat there, cryiing, calypso saw the hints of perfection under her red eyes. after grasping for words, an idea dawned on him, a way to get her happy.

"Nebula, at first I was simply kind to you because, well, I try not to insult costumeers. but when I did your mane, the glow in your eyes told me something: you have power. determination, and as long as that flank is blank, you wont know how you will change equestria. now, you will always have a lisening ear, and a sholder to cry on.

Calypso uneasily looked at Nebula, knowing exactly what to do but not sure if he should do it. he'd had met and helped mares before, and knew that a sholder to cry on is one kind gesture. but how would this look in the eyes of the law? Calypso stood there, crouched over with his hoof on nebulas back, hearing those painful, meaningful sobs. Calypso sat down, and wrapped his hoof around Nebulas sholder, letting her cry into the crook of his arm, allowing the mare to feel much less exposed. once the tears seemed to stop, Calypso lifted Nebulas chin and wiped off her face again. "Now, what do you want to know, sweetie?"

Calypso was quickly wrenched from his moment of self pity when he heard soft sobs come from the backroom of the salon. gallopung into the storeroom, hopiing to celestia that a box of shampoo or a canister of hairspray didnt fall on Nebula. of course, no said box had fell, as calypso found Nebula curled up, tears falling from her face. Calypso quickly pulled out his trusty hankechief, emblazed with C.C at one corner. Calypso patted Nebula on the back, and levatated the hankerchief in front of her face. "There, there, whats wrong, miss rose? are you ok?"

(i really, REALLY HATE to do this... but I cant find the applacation thread for this.)

Nebula would set to work with the speed of a rabbit. Propping the dust pan, she immediately began using her hooves to operate the broom by standing on her hindlegs. Though a bit messy, she got the job done and got the hairs she missed from earlier. Dumping the clumps of hair into the trash, she immediately returned the two and disppeared into the back.

(Alrighty, I'm gonna take a break here and call it a night. 2:20AM and I don't wanna sleep through Season 3)

Calypso looked back and saw Nebula ducking into the backroom. He sighed softly, and looked back into his magazine. so many articles showing upcoming desinners and models, and not one showing himself. Calypso set down the magazine, shaking his head. He just knew he had it in him, the spark: the crative genius that ignites ones passion, a desire or want that drove you forward. Love and fame, thats what he wanted, not bits or one night stands, nor power or imortality. and yet, In that small salon, stood Calypso, with neither love or fame, but he wanted it.

. .... you guys are oatmeal

"Alright, Nebula, first you need to clean up my recent hair mess-the ine under your hoofs? and maybe do a quick countup of stuff in the backroom, you know, take inventory. as you can see, we dont have customeers at the moment, but if I need some supplies, ill shout, okay?"Calypso instructed Nebula, and went to the front desk. he felr a bit guilty for telling her to do all tthese things when he could have done this himself, but he needed to see how she worked. Calypso began to flip through a copy of Finsh, the top fashion magazine in equestria.

"..okay, 3 times a week. friday and the weekend, my busiess days. 15 bit salery for ever week, and you do what I ask, okay?" Calypso told Nebula, smiling at the mares enthusiasm. even if the mare wasnt as pumped as Nebula was, Calypso would have still hired her for her ethjc that came through. "If you are coming to any grand parties, though, we'll have to control that stutter a bit, okay?" Even if he thought it was adorable, the canterlot elite might not think so.

Calypso fell back a bit in shock, his eyes widened. the first mare he worked on today, his first assistent? Calypso chewed his lip a bit, thinking it out. There was a lot of vice and parties a fasion worker must go through to reach fame, and calypso wasnt exactly.comfertable bringing a filly into it. but maybe the way the filly babbled would be charming, adorable even. hay, maybe it could be used to attract a cute mare in the park, maybe even set up a da-Calypso shook the images of sharing a candlelit dinner with somepony out of his head, not letting romance affect his desion"Uh... you are aware this field of work isnt exceptionally easy or clean, right? youd have to sweep hair, bring me stuff, run errands, all sorts of stuff a filly your age wouldnt want do.you still game?"

"Just a moment, miss Rose." says Calypso, turning away from Nebula to Alyx. "Welcome to Shockblast Salon! My name is Calypso cuts, Mane stlyest expert!" Calypso winnies, his forehoofs raising off the ground and shortly landing again. Calypsos green eyes were eager for more work." What are you in for?" Calypso turns back to Nebula. "Now, what were you saying?" Calypso smiled warmly. He always knew how to act around mares, and not just in the romantic sense, one Calypso was very familer with. no, he just was better at reading ponies, and defenitly knew how to perk up even the most sad mare.

(it would help to show me a pic or description...)

" Well, miss Rose, that I can do!" Calypso exclaimed. a simple touch of blue colour wouldnt be a problem-hay, it could improve it! Calypso took a step back, pausing for several moments, kicking through a spellbook to try to find the spell he was looking for. planting the book onto the ground, Calypso began to scetch out the stripes of colour In his mind, his horn glowing with magical energy. slowly, strands of mane began to change colour, shifting through greens and reds until the Exact colour came up. after a few minites, Nebulas mane was stiped with pallets of blue "Like this?"

gamera.

Calypso chuckled at Nebulas bloom of red, giving a warm atmospere inside of the cutting edge salon." What exactly are you asking for, miss Rose? To die your coat? that is a lovely colour!" Calypso says ,tilting his head at the odd request. its not as he DID'NT do coat dyes, but Calypsos specialty had always been manes. Calypso stroked a hoof through his wild styled mane, his faux leather coat crinkling slightly, a set of.black aviators poking out of a pocket. just what did this mare want?

why dont you remove the y and find out?

velcome

why vant we say eggyplant?