TotalEcplise

Rewatched it like 10 mins ago and I just noticed that Trixie used a computer cursor and recycling bin to delete Pinkie's mouth. Makes me wonder if they have PCs or if they are aware of their status as flash animated characters.

sounds alright to me, Arik wouldn't leave anyone to fend for themselves anyway.

Name: "???" Ghost Face Sex: Mare Age: Young Mare Species: Unicorn Eye colour: Silver Coat colour: Ash grey Mane/Tail/Markings colour & Style: Silver mane and tail. Her mane is long, but she keeps it in a braided bun so that it doesnt interfere with combat. She keeps her tail at a medium length and ties of the end with a ribbon her dad gave her. [colour=#282828](General appearance): She wears a brown hooded cloak to cover up most of her body and keep the sun off of her, and she wears a black mask with a pony skull painted over it to protect her identity. She usually keeps her shotgun strapped to her right side and her knives strapped on her left side.[/colour] [colour=#282828](Cutiemark): Knife with angel wings (Covered by her cloak)[/colour] [colour=#282828](View of the Law): The law doesn't do enough to protect ponies in her eyes. They can't be everywhere all the time, and they don't actively try to scare away problems. She has no problem offing corrupted officials.[/colour] (Weapons/Fighting style)[colour=#282828]: Lever action shotgun of similar design to the Winchester 1901, throwing knives that are enchanted to return to her, smoke bombs, and pepper bombs. She's an expert CqC fighter (has no problem using her shotgun as a bludgeoning tool and is an adept knife fighter, because she was trained by buffalo she is very strong for a mare her size), a prodigy with thrown weapons, and is a dead eye with her Winchester. If possible she'll take people down quietly with thrown knives, otherwise she divides and conquerors. It's pretty common for her to do her research and outmaneuver outlaws and bandits, so that she can take them by surprise. [/colour] [colour=#282828](Lifelong dream as Western Frontier pony/whatever they are): To serve bandit heads on silver platters, until they're all dead or she kills over.[/colour] [colour=#282828](History): Ghost Face's parents were killed by bandits when she was just a foal. She was taken in and raised by buffalo. Once she was old enough she left the buffalo tribe and started her crusade against bandits, vowing to never let anypony go through the same lose that she did. Using the ambush and fighting skills the buffalo taught her, she started to carve the bounty heads like lightning. She continues to scour the plains in search of all bandit scum, her eternal mission, to evict them from this plane of existence.[/colour] [colour=#282828](Personality): Surprisingly talkative, cynical, clam and collected. She rarely jumps head first into stuff. even though she tries not to get close to other ponies she still likes to know people as at least a reliable contact, but that could change. [/colour] [colour=#282828]----------[/colour] [colour=#282828]Done![/colour]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HD6CYo_ozSg&list=FL4VH-YhgUkXnBiYFsTWZ3Gw&index=55&feature=plpp_video

I'll wait until everyone else's post to make my post. He called an OC to join him, do you want me to post her stuff up here?

Astral and Pound, at this point were lying side by side slamming their hooves and claws on the floor in an attempt to control their laughter. [colour=#008000]Surprised and confused[/colour] [colour=#008000]Razor blasted with magic,[/colour] [colour=#008000]The veil removed[/colour] [colour=#008000]Cheery's bad habit,[/colour] [colour=#008000]Help the hapless [/colour] [colour=#008000]Razor's no jack rabbit,[/colour] [colour=#008000]He couldn't move[/colour] [colour=#008000]Got knock off his axis,[/colour] [colour=#008000]Couldn't control his fall[/colour] [colour=#008000]Leaf to the sun, chemotaxis.[/colour] Pound rapped in his unique style, his baritone voice more smooth an melodic then when he spoke normal. Truly razor's panic was priceless. Ponies would never hurt anything, though that is hard to remember when you're staring down a blast of magic. The griffon's antics drove Astral over the edge and she just had to throw her two cents in. [colour=#008080]"He couldn't avoid the enchantments[/colour] [colour=#008080]of an ice cream mare's blast[/colour] [colour=#008080]it makes me wonder,[/colour] [colour=#008080]Did he want to[/colour] [colour=#008080]feel her[/colour] [colour=#008080]feel him?[/colour] [colour=#008080]is there more to this?"[/colour] She sang sweetly. Her voice permeated the air like a siren's song. Though she barely got it out through her laughing fit.

*Snort* The I can't decide how to feel about that.

Dang, I think I need to get up in this. I'll drop an app later tonight or tomorrow.

This has the potential to be very interesting. Maybe I can sate my boredom with your RP. Ah! If it's all right, I'd like my hand at being Discord.

Personally, I'd be all over it.

I like to abuse Twilight Sparkle in my stories. Why?

Best line came from Snips and Snails in my opinion. "I preferred it when she was just a fraud."

That spike and fluttershy scene at the end. Let the Spike x Fluttershy scenes fic commence.

"Excellent attitude to hold. Let competition empower you!" Astral exclaimed as she made a flexing motion with her left leg. "It's the same in the music industry." Her mood brightened up quiet a bit. Razor's competitive attitude had a lot to do with it. The griffon was almost exactly like her, they let their failures and loses fall beneath him, but instead of being weights that held them down to the ground, they became stairs that could be used to ascend. For a moment she had a big smile on her face, the attitude that got her "Me? Why, I'm the lead singer and guitarist dear. A shame you couldn't meet.....Pfft," She nearly fell over in a fit of giggles. "I'm okay, I don't see why I didn't notice earlier. The third member of our group, Blackburn, is a pegasus named Razor Gale." Before she could even fully recover she fell back into a giggling fit when Razor gripped his head. He was being attacked by the arch enemy of all ice cream consumers. The brain freeze. She walked over to him, still giggling, and patted him on the shoulder. "Looks like somegriffon is enjoying the ice cream more than they let on."

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Lyn Sex: Male Age: Teen Species: Dragon Eye colour: Golden Yellow Scales: Nice shiny black, but with several cuts and scars that expose his flesh Spikes/Tail/ Wings: He has a small horn on both sides of of his chin, and brownish yellow spines on his head, a brownish yellow spike on each of his elbows, the flesh membrane of his wings is an ashy grey and the tip of his tail jet black and spear-like Physique: He's about the height of a diamond dog when standing on his hind legs and a little larger than a fully grown griffon when on all fours. He is lean, but with a decent amount of muscle definition. Specific scars: Gash across his left hand, Cut on his neck, missing scales on his waist, a hole in the membrane of his right wing. Residence: Talonopolis Occupation: Explorer, Item Procurer, collector of rarities, museum curator. Motivation: To see the most beautiful, and exotic locals the world has to offer. Likes:[colour=#282828] Extreme sports (Spelunking, Mountain climbing, etc...), cloud skirting, reading up on history and ancient structures, and museums.[/colour] Dislikes: Having his picture taken, and the colour orange. History: Early Life: Lyn comes from a nest of dragons that live in seclusion to in the mountains farthest to the north in the Badlands. Like most dragon broods his siblings fought constantly for dominance and his parents were pretty hands off. Even as a hatchling Lyn knew he was different, he didn't participate in the power struggles, nor did he collect random shiny objects just for the sake of having them. The young dragon went nameless for the earlier years of his life, by the time he, his brothers, and his sisters were old enough to leave the nest and return on their own all of them were breathing strong, healthy flames. All of them except for Lyn that is. He was always at the bottom of his brood, his wings took the longest to mature, his adult teeth were the last to come in, and he was the last to grow to his adolescent height, but even after all of maturation processes were complete he still hadn't found his flames. As a youngster he spent his time exploring the terrain, searching for himself. Unlike most of his brood, he found joy in exploring old world ruins, unearthing their secrets, and collecting trinkets. During one of his rock climbing outing the young dragon came across an abandoned nest with a single egg in it. The stone all around the nest was scorched, so Lyn assumed that what ever animal was living there was forced to abandon their home or fight off raging dragons. On a whim he took the egg back home with him. Within the week, the egg hatched and out came a baby brown falcon hen. He had never really seen a falcon before, but he heard stories about them from the elders of his brood. He remembered them being called masters of flight and fierce hunters. With his limited knowledge on the creatures he chose the name Inanna (Lady of the Sky) for her. That day, a life long bond was born. During the night of his companion's birth Lyn watched a lightning storm. He was enraptured by beautiful lattices of energy passing through the clouds overhead. Leaving Inanna in her makeshift bed, he left the family nest to go skirt the charged clouds. The young dragon dipped and into and out of the massive grey bodies, raking his claws and dragging his wings through the as he went. Electricity arced across his scales, giving him a tingly feeling in his gut, the sensation was primal, almost as if he was suppose to take in the power of the clouds. After having his fun he landed back at the family nest, he body was tired yet somehow full of energy. On his way to his makeshift bed one of his sister pounced at him, startling and eliciting a bolt of lighting to fly out of his mouth. Needless to say, both dragons were surprised. His sister was the first to break from her trance, the young dragoness playfully bopped her brother on the nose and said "Lyn". He cocked his head in confusion at his sibling. "That's what father calls the lights in the clouds," she said. "It's also what I chose to call you from now on." He had been without a name his entire life, now that he had one he didn't really have a response. "I-I like the sound of that." Later years: Now with a name, old enough to leave the nest permanently, and having found his breath, Lyn set out on a quest to find purpose in his life. For the next several years Lyn and Inanna explored caves, climbed mountains, and sacked ruins. They built up a large and unique horde for themselves, but unlike most dragons, Lyn felt nothing for all of his gems and shiny trinkets. What was the point of all those amazing things if no one but him was going to see them. Seeking something interesting he and Inanna packed up some of their horde and flew to the relatively close city of Talonopolis. As expected his welcome was rather, cold, but eventually the city warmed up to the idea of a dragon being around. It didn't take long for him to realize that griffons and ponies used currency to obtain what they wanted so he took a job as a courier, it wasn't fun, but it was different and it allowed him to afford a place to live and food to eat. During his time in the city he came across the Museum of World Treasures. The inside of the Museum was breathtaking, he had never seen so many wonders and ancient treasures in his life, both he and Inanna's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. The museum's curator saw the pair ogling the exhibits. The griffon, Hunter, gave Lyn a walk through of the entire building. however he ended on a sad note, he told Lyn that a large amount of the building was unused so the government was going to downsize the place. Thus cutting down on the space for new exhibits. Hunter said that the Aquelian government didn't think that there was much else to be found so that the space could be put to better use. Lyn was devastated by this revelation, he had just found something new and thrilling, but its growth would be cut short because they where finding anything. At that moment, Lyn though about the stuff he had brought in his pack, to him it was just cool things he found in ruins and caves, but perhaps it could help this place. He showed Hunter what he had with him and the griffon nearly fainted. According to the griffon the trinkets that he had with him were extremely rare and valuable each piece warranted it's own exhibit. Hunter and Lyn worked out payment for the items and after receiving his bits the dragon turned to leave. Hunter stopped him and said that what he had sold him was just a small amount of history and many of the exhibits that his contribution had started were far from complete, so as additional thanks he offered him a permanent job as museum curator plus generous pay for any new items he finds and gives to the museum. Lyn accepted the job on the spot, it was everything he wanted: rewards for doing what he loved, and an audience to show his findings to. That day he quit his courier job and from then on become a full time explorer/part time museum curator. Character Summary: Personality: Lyn is a go-person type of dragon. He believes that if you want to try something you should stop talking about it and go try it, and if you think that something thought impossible is possible go prove the world wrong. Because of his hobbies and interests he tends to make friends easily on both sides of the spectrum, his knowledge on old world history lets him bond with the scholarly and his expeditions give him something in common with thrill seekers. He can be quite talkative and sometimes a little hyperactive since friendships and close interactions outside of his parents, brothers and sisters is a fairly new experience. Lyn is always one to issue or accept challenges, be they of body or mind, he intends to come out on above the competition. Many of the griffons that know Lyn know that if you need the dragon's help he'll be there. When not at the museum or playing with Inanna Lyn is an extreme sports buff, it come's with being an explorer. Even though he has wings, he prefers to climb mountains, and if there's a deep dark cave, you can expect Lyn to dive into it. When he's not risking his life Lyn also puts in time at the local libraries and tries to better his reading, he loves to learn about ancient civilizations and the things he finds, but it can be difficult with his level of literacy. As much as he enjoys working at the museum, Lyn would love to have his own exhibition hall to show off the rarities he finds, somewhere he and Inanna can chronicle their accomplishments for all to see. Prideful, arrogant, and stubborn, Lyn still manages to fit heart of gold in his chest, even if you don't like him and he knows it, Lyn will greet you with a toothy smile Flaws: Sometimes is single minded, can come off a bit too strong and intimidate others by accident. Sometimes doubt's his decision to leave the badlands come to the city because he misses the freedom of doing whatever he wanted whenever he wanted to. He has a slight problem with authority, in the badlands the strongest tells everyone what do to, but in the city power isn't a measure of who you can beat up, so Lyn feels that alot of the griffons and ponies in charge aren't worth their salt and has a tendency to look and on them. Despite being able to soar above the clouds, Lyn is still a pretty terrible flyer, his endurance is good but that's about it. For all of his intelligence and problem solving skill Lyn is a poor reader(except maps), and mathematics just completely stomps him, he really needs a tutor, but is too embarrassed to say anything. Lyn while prideful and a little hard headed,is not a fool, he's seen the looks he gets sometimes and knows he's on thin ice, everyday he makes sure he acts his best, the fear of wronging someone and being exiled nags at the back of his head everytime he prepares to speak. Additional: Part of his job training was learning about old world history, as a result he is extremely knowledgeable on the subjects of ancient civilizations, magical artifacts, and geography.

And the universe gets to survive another day.

Yep, thats pretty much my only option for now. Don't want the universe to implode.

The coat - He made the coat personally and the back bears the symbol of his mercenary group The Crimsonwings. Said merc group was only created to give New Arbu a source of legit money and supplies after Littlepip killed all of the original inhabitants. The Peppermint - Simple, there was no peppermint anywhere near Arbu so he had it couriered there from the NCR greenhouse near Dise so that it be grown locally. Without New Arbu, Arik would lack the caps to afford something like that, and he would have nowhere to grow it even if he could afford it.

It puts me in a difficult position actually. Something told me to use Kasimir... TIME PARADOX! - Arik is frozen during Snowshoe and Slip Gun's lifetimes. - Events taking place before FoE would rob Arik of his resources, he wouldn't even have his coat. - New Arbu doesn't exist - He wouldn't have been able to get that peppermint oil Let me replace Arik's canon (I'm writing a fic about Arik) with spaghetti O's, because that's the only thing I can think of that can bend this much without breaking. Lol, I now have no Idea how to answer Brute's question!

This can be during the events of FoE, but not before. If the fic was before Arik would be in Arbu with his 'wife'. He'd have no reason or motivation to be out there in the wastes. But whatever, in the end, I guess I could bend my characters head canon.

I kind of want to antagonize them now.

[colour=#008080]"I'd like to think that I'm more sturdy than that, but what you speak is simple biology. I do try to be less...hm, attention hungry. As you can see, I'm still a work in progress."[/colour] She snickered a little in her hoof. It's true, Astral was working on being more humble, it would make her an overall better pony, but at the same time being greater than what she is now was an impossible thought to the pony. She was already the greatest, what could lie beyond perfection? She shook the thoughts out of her head. [colour=#008080]Modesty[/colour]. she repeated internally. She and Razor shook, his grip was firm, the only thing firmer was his declaration. [colour=#008080]"Oh and I was trying to be modest by not calling myself the greatest, but then you place that big title on yourself."[/colour] She gave him nice smile as she pulled her hoof away. [colour=#008080]"I be careful out there, other griffons are sure to come after that title, but i'm sure you can handle them with no problems."[/colour]

Rewatches the episode... -Um, why the heck where SS and DT on the Apple's property with no supervision anyway? -Love how when DT and SS fell off the train station a pig with a tiara came up along side Silver Spoon instead Diamond Tiara. -Its official for me, Sweetie Belle's voice is the most adorable thing ever. -Pinkie continues to break physics(PS, I don't believe that was her float, I just don't). How do you deny someone else the ability to break physics then do it yourself(Swatted away aroma trails from a floating Spike, just so that she could comical float towards the food.) Then she and a cow were eating the float, which was clearly made of wood on the inside. I don't think it was real lettuce until pinkie wanted to eat it.

You tell me if Draco likes it or hates it.

I swear by the gods of old, of thy ask for the rebirth of mine thread, I will make it happen!