Nuclear

Golden Delicious eyed Big Macintosh carefully. He was truly admirable. A role model, so to speak. He was known for being a quite strong and mighty hard worker, but as it was known, strength wasn't everything. Skill and tactics were equally, if not more, important. "Veray well Big Mac. I'm up for a match against you." said Golden. Just then he noticed Apple Cider appearing, very happily, with tons of gifts for the family. He greeted her quickly, eager to start the horseshoe match, but she asked Mac to help her with the packages. "I'll be waiting under the tree bay the horseshoes for when you want to start the game." he said, giving Big Mac time to do whatever else he had to do. Golden then walked up to the horseshoes and picked one of them up. They weren't heavy and they seemed quite unused, judging by how clean they were. They also had a nice curve to them which could prove to be useful by making the horseshoe fly at an arc and making some miraculous shot. "Oh, cousin Applejack, could you keep the scores for our game? I'd do it mayself but I gotta focus on the game, y'know." Golden asked Applejack.

Golden could barely keep up. First of all, the overenthusiastic cousin Braeburn sends him the usual "Appleloosa!" greeting. Then, suddenly, to the tune of music, Red pulled him right out of the conversation just as he greeted Braeburn and got him into a polka dance. "Here's a good tip for anypony who ever participates in an Apple reunion - don't bother fighting it, go with the flow, else you'll never win. Be the leaf." said the little mind-voice inside GD's head as he done his best to keep up with the merry tunes of the music. "Not bad Red, but I've got something else in mind." he said to Red. Still dancing to the beat of the music, he leapt onto one of the empty tables and exclaimed, "As I've been working on may technique, I challenge any of y'all to a game of horseshoes!" It was one of Golden's 'energetic moments', seldom awakened anywhere outside of family reunion. He played horseshoes every time he could, and every time he failed. But, as it was everywhere by Golden's philosophy, it was all about science.

After the impact, Golden quickly shook his head to clear his confusion and looked at the unicorn before him. He didn't look like he was from here, but he quite quickly got to picking them up with magic. Golden looked at the horn for a second, feeling a bit envious about the reaction speed of magic compared to his machinery systems, but ever quicker he got to helping gather the papers. 'Helping' was a slight exaggeration though, because the papers whizzed around faster than he could catch up to them. Some were definitely his sketches, data files and parameters, others seemed to belong to the other pony. Before a minute passed, both papers were sorted and the unicorn levitated Golden's papers to him. Slowly, Golden bit them to ensure that he wouldn't damage them. "Well, I do have to admit though, accidentally shifting through your papers, I'd say some of your ideas would rival mine, then again, that's just me thinking out loud." said the other pony. Though it was a bit of a challenge to speak with paper in your mouth, Golden delicious answered, "Why, thank you very much. Though this machine is still in the works, it's no competitor, just something to make life easier." He then smiled. The paper in his mouth blocked out his rather strong "y" accent.

Sorry, I am the guy who makes the lives of his characters extremely tragic. But I did revise his history and decided that killing/disabling his parents could be avoided. Pardon my choice of wording as I am not as great in the field of written English language as I'd hope to be, and please tell me where I went wrong now, if I have.

Golden Delicious didn't have time to greet every pony he passed them. Though maybe to say that he didn't have time was a bit exaggerated, but he was unable to speak with the folder of carefully sketched plans for his automated applebucking machine. A few other prototypes were in the basement of his warehouse, but they turned out to be flawed, so he hoped that this one would work out fine. He didn't care about carrying plans so openly in public because he didn't have competition to make such a machine. He did, however, know a good supplier who had a part he required for the construction. Quickly glancing at the file folder, Golden grinned to himself. This looked like it was finally going to be it. An easy to operate and move semi-automated applebucking and apple collecting machine which could potentially speed up harvesting process by a good few percent. No wonder he didn't see the unicorn he just bumped into.

Roleplay Type: Mane RP Name: Vocal "Whisperwing" Chords Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Pegasus Eye Color: Clear Coat Color: 8A4832 Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: 6BB4BE, FFC300 Physique: He may not be the strongest, but he's got a fair bit of strength in him. Cutie Mark: His cutie mark is a microphone. Origin/Residence: Traveller, settled on the edge of Everfree Forest in his little cosy caravan Occupation: Professional Singer/Narrator/Storyteller Motivation: To bring joy he never had into the lives of others with his vocal talents, whether through song or storytelling. Likes: Anything that smells nice, flying high, using his vocal talents, kindness, energetic ponies Dislikes: Nasty smells, bullies Character Summary: Vocal Chords, son of the pegasus mare opera singer Shatterglass and an earth pony coal miner Crumblesteps. His life could have been called a curse from the moment of his birth - lacking a pupil, Vocal Chords was born completely blind. His entire existence was from that moment doomed to be in eternal darkness. His parents, however, didn't mind in the slightest. They were happy that he wasn't born dead like his to-be older brother. Celestia have mercy on his soul. Like most young ponies, Vocal was taught at home (that would be the family caravan) before going to school. His learning, however, was different than other young foals. Unable to see, he knew nothing about anything. Literally. It took a lot of hard work to get him to understand objects which he couldn't see. For him, the word 'sun' meant only an object above his head when he stood. No need to know the shape, or the fact that it was bright - he'd never see it's shape or light, though given something of the same shape to touch he could probably put two and two together. Most of the time was spent teaching him to speak, and training - his mom taught him how to use his voice to the fullest, his father trained his body in case of any strong physical work in the future. Still, he needed interactions with other foals, so he had to go to school. On the very first day of the very first schoolyear, the moment the teacher introduced Vocal to the class, he already had bullies to worry about. Hearing that he was blind, they quickly seized the opportunity of verbal and physical abuse without consequences. Because how could he tell on them? He didn't know what they looked like, right? Wrong. Thanks to his blindness, Vocal was blessed with other senses heightened - he could taste more than other ponies, hear more than other ponies, he could feel more than other ponies, but his most improved sense was his smell. He identified ponies by their scents. His bullies, from whom he felt the smells of dirt into which they threw others, instantly put him off. The only pony he really liked in his class was a young filly which seemed to have an interest in him. She smelt of very soft, sweet roses - a smell that no matter how much you smelt you'd never get bored of. Back then, however, Vocal would have been too shy to approach her or to tell on the bullies, fearing what they'd do. Still, the tables were soon to be turned, on the day that Vocal was the first colt in his class to earn his cutie mark. It was a warm summer day. After another day of being tossed into the ground, Vocal was quietly getting back onto his hooves, waiting for his mother to show up. Before that happened, he smelt something. The scent of bullies nearby was easy to smell, but they usually left him alone after another humiliation. What was worrying was that he could smell the young filly he liked, just beside them. He opened his wings and, quieter than a whisper (Whisperwing) he flew up to them. He could hear them talking - the bullies wanted her to do something which she clearly didn't want. Something about a kiss... then he could hear a smash, the scent of the filly now tainted with fear. This, he could no longer stand. He jumped out of his cover and, with his far above average vocal skills, roared with a volume comparable to dragons. Without even thinking, the bullies quickly dashed off. He walked up to where he could smell the filly, and asked if she was okay. He felt her fear slowly disappearing as she answered that she was okay and thanked him. Then a squeal of excitement as she said that he got a cutie mark. He learnt that those were markings which represented a pony's special talent, but there was no point in looking there. She relayed to him what it was - a microphone, a device to enhance a pony's voice. His talent must have been his voice. He rejoiced, she rejoiced with him, and from that day, the bullies never even approached him ever again. However, a sad information was waiting at his house. Due to a cave-in, the mine was buried in rubble and the expenses to re-open it were too great. His father lost his job and his mother tried to bring in as much money as she could from the opera business, but slowly ponies lost interest and Vocal knew it was time to take the matter of money into his own hooves. Not in an opera hall, but on the streets. Since then, his life settled to a clear, concise pattern - school, work, home. He worked on the street as a blind singer, and although you couldn't really call it a job, he got a decent amount of money. He wanted to do something which paid more money in return for a bit of risk but his parents forbid him from doing that, as they didn't want to lose him. They made him promise not to get involved in dangerous jobs. After many years have passed and Vocal was finally entering adulthood, he knew it was time to live on his own. His parents wished for him to stay, but he knew he couldn't rely on them forever. Wishing them good luck and promising to stay in touch and send some money whenever he could, Vocal left the safety of his home. With this, his story ends. He kept travelling, and finally decided to settle near the Everfree Forest and Ponyville. When he arrived there, he decided that with his singing he could make the lives of others happier and contribute to society without taking up a dangerous job.

Although he wasn't socially awkward or uncomfortable, Golden Delicious thought of himself as a bit bland to others. His main conversation topics consisted of either talking about science or talking about geeky stuff, doubtfully the usual topics for Apples. Out of nowhere he was 'assaulted' by Applebloom, but before he could answer she managed to dash off elsewhere. He smiled slightly. It felt pretty good to see all of the family members full of energy. He did however note that Applebloom still lacked a cutie mark, and in his mind, he could easily see her as his assistant. Perhaps one day he'd propose science to her. The word 'dentist' passed his ear, and he rejoiced. Dentists were, undoubtedly, connected with science. He may not be able to talk far into physics with Sunrise Wisp, but in the field of biology she hopefully has knowledge extensive enough for Golden to strike up a conversation. Thus, he walked up to her. "Howday Ms. Wisp. Pl'sure to meet you. I'm Golden Delicious, as you've been told, and I am a scientist workin' in th' field of biologay. As much as I focus on apple growin', I hope I can learn somethin' 'bout dentistray and become mightay fine 'quaintances with you." said Golden. He reached out to Sunrise with one of his overgrown golden delicious apples and sniffed the air, "Oh, do I smell b'nanas?"

For real life people, he often says "the one who created this site". Seriously, Chuck Norris was like his second choice.

He guessed Korra. HE GUESSED XEPHOS FROM YOGSCAST He guessed Genie from Aladdin He guessed Mario He failed at Death the Kid (confused him with Yugi Mutou, I don't know how. He had it on suggestion list though) He got Conan Edogawa He missed Israphel from Yogscats (confused with Shadowlurker meme, though they look similar. Had him in suggestions though) He missed Chuck Norris (had him in suggestions though)

I'll have a go

After a rather uneventful train journey, Golden made his way towards Sweet Apple Acres. He was wearing nothing but a saddle which he always took with him from the lab (mind you, full of test tubes and other portable lab equipment). In his mouth was a basket full of apples. But they weren't just normal apples. It was an extra special bunch of golden delicious apples grown on a strict diet full of glucose for the very purpose of this great event - the Apple Family Reunion. Their sweetness was beyond any normal standard of golden delicious apples, and all of it was 'natural'. As he got to the front gate, he came face to face with Applejack, well known for being one of the famous 'Elements of Harmony'. It could've been public knowledge, it could've not, but you always got to know a lot when you meet high-class investors a few times per month. "Howday Applejack. How are ya? Hope I ain't too earlay nor too late. Also, did Grannay Smith make sum' of that simplay m'rvellous jam of hers? I can't wait to tray it again!" said Golden enthusiastically. He really wanted to try that jam again since he himself couldn't make it but he absolutely loved the taste. It was that time where he finally allowed his mind to stray away from lab work and he could relax amongst his family. Maybe distant family, but family nevertheless.

Well, this is by far the warmest welcome I ever had the privilege to receive on an internet forum. Thanks y'all. I will most definitely check it out, thanks for the info. Thanks, and yup - I really like Spike's character in the series. 'Tis why I'm writing a fanfic 'bout him. At first I was like "wut..." but then I was all "I know that feel"

Well, it still sounds awesome

Why thank you. Great name. Pony-ish.

About Myself: Well, I'm Nuclear. Not radioactive, so don't worry. I am normally pretty laid back. Well, there isn't much interesting you might want to know about me... I like MLP:FiM, obviously. I enjoy a fair share of anime and manga, I write fanfics and I love the social structure of the Brony community. How I found Canterlot.com: Googled for an MLP FiM forum How I became a fan of MLP:FiM: It kept popping up all over the internet, so I gave episode 1 a go. I quit before the backstory finished. Then my friend mentioned to me that his brother watched it. I gave it a go again and I found awesome. My favourite main cast pony/s: AppleJack I live in Great Britain, so the times of me being online may differ drastically from y'all.