TemplarFrost

Eh... It's just you. I'm having a wonderful time! Maybe it's just because I'm viewing this holiday from a religious standpoint as well, I dunno.

Hmm... If your OC was enrolled at a military academy, that usually means that he wants to be an Officer/Specialist. So that could be an option for your OC. (BTW, I'm still waiting on that fee for your name. It's gaining interest )

Hello fellow ponies of Canterlot, my Birthday is in three days, and I humbly ask for a favour. May you draw me a picture of my OC, Siegfried, please? By doing this, you all would be doing me such a great favour. Thank you

Woah... Harsh much? Anyways, It's funny, because that was a joke, and you just took it seriously.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me...

Of course, mines would be... Battlefield 1942 Rome: Total War And GTA San Andreas

Yes... I think we all have.

[colour=#daa520]"Let's 'ead over ter' the park, right... Over there!" [/colour]Percival replied. It has been a while since the airship crash, but it seemed just like yesterday for Percy... Just yesterday, he was trying to pop his dislocated arm back into his socket. Just yesterday, he was re-stitching a pony's forehead together. Just yesterday, he was feeling the icy snowflakes batter his hide like needles. Percy shook his head wildly, that was in the past. This is now, he was with his newly-found friend, and his beloved homeland, Trottingham. They had already visited various shops and diners, and even stopped at the old fortress, so Percy could greet his old squad-mates. Now they were headed to the city park, which is largely considered to be one of the best of the world... Percy could hardly contain his excitement in Trottingham. This was where he was raised in. Percival suddenly broke out into a full run. [colour=#daa520]"Come on now. Hurry![/colour][colour=#daa520]" [/colour]

Well... I'll tell you the story of my OCs... Percival, an army medic, was actually inspired by a video game, called Battlefield 2. How? Well there was a class in the game called "Medic" which I adored and played as constantly. Now when I found out that this RP had a military lore... I instantly ran towards the application section and whipped that pony up, as my first Mane RP OC. His name is also based off of the knight of the round table. Siegfried, an Everfree Ranger, was actually loosely based off of the actual Norse hero, and the entertainer of the same name. Lady Ariel has a personality, loosely based off of the tomboy attitude of Fiona the Human, and the anti-prissy princess attitude of Merida. Her sword, Cloudburn, was based off of the popular song from Feed Me, of the same name. She is not named after the mermaid, but actually, an angel from the Apocrypha. Unfortunately she could not be allowed in Mane RP, because... Knights, are frowned upon, in this establishment! Antonovka has a backstory literally based on her name. In real life "Antonovka" is a type of Russian apple cultivar. So... I made her have a mother born in Appleoosa, and a father born in Stalliongrad. So I am literally making a walking, talking, Russian apple.

You don't get Dubstep, do you? Well... see what mood best fits you the most. Funky? Sad? Far out?

You sir, Deserve the Internet... And Nutella

Don't worry... I feel the same way as you... But I got three pop songs that I really think you'll enjoy. I think country music is rubbish... Prove me wrong.

Just to name a few...

Percival the Groom-stallion, nervously walked up into the bustling crowd ahead, shifting nervously in his uniform. He was wearing his new Army Service Uniform. On the center of the uniform, brandishes an upside-down spade emblazoned with his cutie-mark, a red cross. On the side shoulder, the 1st Battalion SSI with a "Special Forces" tab. He was relocated to Order "IV" after his valiant service, for helping the wounded in the northern wilderness, and to further help overseas. He was also promoted to Corporal, as shown by two golden dashes on his other shoulder. Besides his rather, decorated stature, Percival was sure to give the attention to one of his close friends, Dunder. Percival was excited, and rather eager to see him again. It seems like just yesterday, where they were huddling up under a tent of branches, fighting to survive the mountain cold. He was elated to see him again, in more formal environment. Percy arrived here from where he was serving, in Canterlot. The wagon ride was long and strenuous, but there was no way in Tartarus, would he ever set foot in an airship again! He was able to take a one-week leave from service. Percy walked into the busy crowd of ponies, uttering "excuses" and "pardons" along the way. He looked desperately for the brown pegasus, but could never find him! Percy finally gave up, and asked a fellow pony nearby. [colour=#daa520]"'Allo, right, can yer please tell me where I could find the groom, please?"[/colour] [colour=#008080]"Right over there, sir"[/colour] The mare pointed towards a small clearing in the crowd. [colour=#daa520]"Uh, thanks!"[/colour] And there he was. Dunder Blust, in a sharp tuxedo, and looking happier than ever. This wasn't the "bust you face in" Dunder that Percival met during the crash, this Dunder seemed much more... happier. His face gleamed bright like the sun, and perhaps even brighter when he saw Percy. This was truly the happiest day of his life... Without further ado, Percy trotted up to greet the tan fellow.

I'll be on/off for a week... Due to Comcast being a total pain in the flank.

Featherweight yawned, as he glided across the night sky... That was one tiring day! He had just returned from documenting drill routine at a nearby military fort. His ears, still ringing from the sheer vocal audacity of the event! Never once, had he seen a mare yell at someone for such an extended period of time! Well, besides his mother, of course! Chuckling slightly, he reached into his saddlebag to review his notes... [colour=#8b4513]Who: Sgt. Major, Tiberia (Drill Sergeant) When: Saturday. Where: Royal Equestrian Army, Military Academy. Classified for security reasons. (Had to be blindfolded in order to enter) What: Drill Routine. Why: Training for Honor Guard Special Forces. How: Yelling, and nearly nauseous exercise.[/colour] Featherweight’s concentration was broken as he narrowly avoided a incoming tree-line. He would have to look this over later! Feather placed his notepad back in his carmel saddlebag, then tucked his wings in for a steep descent, the cool air whistling through his mane. He saw faint lights speckle the horizon... Feather was nearly home. Without warning, a fierce gust of wind battered the colt’s frail body, taking him completely by surprise. He careened uncontrollably across the sky, before finally stabilizing himself. Feather was panting heavily... That was a close call! He also seemed lighter somehow. Then, with a sudden pang of realization, he found that his camera was missing! Panicking, he instantly flew down into the treeline below, to find his camera. This was bad... Really, really bad... If he had lost his camera, his master would kill him, and his murder would be on the front page of The Heartland Press! He was doomed! Feather feverishly rummaged through the undergrowth of the forest. Nothing. Then Featherweight used his hooves for a different purpose, he took his hooves, and dreadfully dragged it down his face, while letting out a prolonged groan. He slumped down on his back, cursing his horrible luck. After a while, Feather spotted a shiny metal object, perched on a low-hanging branch. His camera! Feather grabbed it with great excitement. What a close call! He was finally flying over Ponyville, his home. Feather was keeping a sharp lookout for the Golden Oaks Library, which was near his home. Finally, he spotted it and then lowered his pitch, until his hooves touched ground, skidding. He looked up at the marvelous tree... The moonlight glanced of the top of the library. It looked beautiful as ever. After letting out a small sigh of amazement, Feather turned to head home, which was nearby. As he trotted through the desolate streets of a once-busy Ponville, he caught sight of an unusual figure... A mysterious mare, shrouded in dark robes... How odd. Like clockwork, Featherweight dove for cover, which was a small red wagon. He drew his silver camera, ready for a picture. No doubt that the camera would make a “click” sound, so then he’d have to fly away, as fast as he could. Feather has done this routine countless times before,this was certainly nothing new to him. Nervous and sweating profusely, he slid his left hoof on the capture button, and then pressed. Click! The Mare instantly turned his direction. [colour=#8b4513]Time to go![/colour]

Rolling Stallion? Rick Flight? (If he's a pegasus)

I am thankful for my, heck, everybody's creativity. In and off this site. <---

Wait, I thought you are not allowed to have two [Ready] apps at the same time?

Mission Failed... Over and out.

Yeah, but bubble shields arnt' allowed for use in Mane RP... Trust me, been there done that.

Well, not quite that far... I'm only planning on him absorbing solids, not any liquids or gases. And we would maintain his original size. plus, the spell is only a shell... his actual insides still remain in regular state.

Hello, I have a question... It's a bit outstretched magical question. I'm not sure if it has been covered yet. Is Absorption allowed for Unicorns in Mane RP? For instance, have you ever seen Ben Ten as a little kid? There is this kid who can simply touch a substance, and then it becomes is outer protective shell, or power. I was thinking if it's applicable in Mane RP for unicorns as well.