TotalEcplise

Hi there!

This app is really, really close to where I'd feel safe to stamp it. However, while I see that the application has been expanded some, but not really in the areas we were hoping to see. The history is rich and detailed, however the app is kind of lacking in character detail. For the World of Equestria RP, the focus really should be on character first. As such, we're gonna have to ask that you expand the personality sections of the app.

Elaborate more on his interests, hobbies, dreams and goals. Give us a little more detail on flaws and fears. Anything you can add to give us a better sense of who the character is. Feel free to take a look at the application form to help give you more ideas as to what to add.

Hope that helps.

Thanks for giving me a few specifics.

A little better I hope.

Dreaded first post, it's always so hard for me to make a first post...I'm trying though.

Pfft!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ah snap, it's getting started again. Looks like I need to come back to life.

Sitting in Western Civ. my playin dungeon defends during lecture so the professor takes my phone, and im like. "WAIT LET ME PUT IT ON SILENT!"

15 mins later my phone starts ringing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sryqaS07WaU

yea, that was an interesting day. Half of the class hated me, half of the class thought i was cool.

The same place.

Me and you had the last posts.

hi hi

Military training? I dunno about that. I thought the Wonderbolt's uniforms looked kind of reminiscent of this.

and that Spitfire's outfit looked kind of like a commercial pilot's uniform:

It's possible that the they got the idea for that uniform by crossing military dress and commercial pilot attire. I mean I don't think commercial pilots get shoulder decorations.

All in all, the outfit is definitely one of my favorite things that I've seen a pony wear.

All I can say is that the horseshoes question has been answered.

done.

Rainbow Dash was willing to quit the Wonderbolts...this episode was ok, but that moment right there.

Astral was slowly coming off of her performance high. Being on stage and performance always helped to clear her head when her thoughts were muddied. Now with her thoughts in order she could began to formula a plan of attack. How should I approach him? She thought. The problem seemed to solve itself when the rose coloured stallion started to move towards her. In an instant, all of the clarity she had just enjoyed vanished. Every synapse in her brain was screaming say hello, but all her body did was stare at him stupidly. Just as she thought it couldn't get any worse, he complimented their performance. It was done, over with. Astral's brain was on mars and her body on pluto the disconnect between the mental and the physical was so large that the mare felt like she was observing another pony that looked exactly the same as her.

She stood there frozen as Rosehoof reach behind her ear and pulled out a pair of roses for her and Pound's performance. [colour=#008080]"T-thank you."[/colour] She said shakily. Astral took the beautiful flower in her magical grasp and examined it like it was the best thing she'd ever seen.

Pound just sort of looked the plant, amused.

She watched as he not only accepted cheery's stick hug, but returned it as well without a single complaint. After Cheery jumped back to the counter and passed out, Astral was about to go help her, but Rosehoof used his magic to clean up the area around her...He was such a gentlecolt, she was close to smacking herself just to test if this was all a dream. She'd have to settle for now, so Astral decided to trot over to the counter near were Cheery had passed out and took a seat. She continued to twirl the rose in front of her the entire time.

The cynogriffon pulled up a seat next Razor. [colour=#008000]"n' this is what it's like tah live wit ponies...craziness at any random moment."[/colour]

Name: Grim Stride (Unicorn)

Class: Warrior (Vanguard Tree, Reaver specialization)

Background: An apostate who was hiding out in froggy bottom bog until he became a gray warden.

Both of Grim Stride's parent's were earth ponies. In a cruel twist of genetic's the prestigious Grim bloodline gave birth to a unicorn foal. Knowing the the templars and the circle would come for the child Grim Stride's father Gen. Grimlocke took him and went on the run. As the years went by and Grim Stride got older he started to experiment with his magic, but his father forced him to stop. Sensing his son would simply defy him and continue, he decided to tell him why free mages were dangerous, he offered a way for his son to practice his magic but warned that it would not be fun.

One morning, Grimlocke dressed his son in a small suit of chain armor and dropped a sword that crafted in front of the young unicorn. The weapon was large and heavy and impractical for an earth pony or pegasi, but Grim Stride was a unicorn, he was not limited to what his hooves could do. His first task...Lift the blade.

It took him a week, but he finally lifted it with his magic. Once he could lift his weapon, his father could train him in the bladed combat properly. The training helped sharpen his mind to strengthen, when he wasnt running drills for his father he was practicing his magic. His advancement in martial skills was rapid, but his magic seemed to go nowhere, he was just about give up on his Maker given right as a unicorn, but his pride would not allow him to soil his family name anymore. That's when the voices started.

Being rather lackluster at magic, the voices in Grim Stride's mind were easily ignored. Now a young stallion, Grim Stride, had finished his formal training with his father and was allowed to accompany him into towns. Since rumors of the blight had started spreading, the less time they spent apart the better. During a routine grocery trip to a small town that they were familiar with the town was overrun by a horde of darkspawn. The beasts slaughtered everyone in the town, the father son duo fought back to back as they attempted to escape the madness. Despite their skills Grimlocke fell in battle at his son's side. Grim Stride knew that this was the end for him, his birth had shamed his family, but perhaps he could die with honor. The voice screaming in the back of his mind louder than ever now, but this time it didn't go ignored. Accepting the presence into himself Grim Stride felt something change, his fear was replaced fervor and his fatigue was replaced by vigor. Each felled Darkspawn seemed to give him strength. But it wasn't enough, there were just too many and his strength was fading faster than it could be restored. Backed up into a wall he planted his blade into the ground, he prepared for death.

It never came, instead he looked up to see the hoard had ignored him in favour of a new threat, Grey Wardens, only the wardens would willingly enter this insanity. After the attack was repelled, the Wardens approached the lone survivor and extended a hoof of brotherhood to the young unicorn. He accepted their offer managed to survive the initiation ritual. Grim Stride is now proud of the fact that he is the first Grey Warden in the Grim bloodline.

Since his initiation Grim has continued to master his new abilities. While similar to blood magic they require no magic energy to be used. He relishes the fear he imparts on his foes and feeds on death. The young unicorn is a vicious monster in combat, using heavy powerful strikes from his large sword and draining the life from the foes around him to deal as much damage as possible. He is a high risk fighter, and he'd have it no other way.

You should put a link to the other OOC thread in your post for convenience.

Sadly, I've rather lost inspiration at the moment. The latest chapter of "Surprise Days" is... giving me a hard time.

Most of the problem is that, when I'm high on inspiration, I just write and go. But then when I have time to cool down, I realize either the pace is too hectic, or else the POV jumps around too much, or some other form-factor issue. And there's always some important plot point I just realized I forgot to set up. Gets kinda irritating.

That's story writing man.

No problem. Anyone feel free to PM me. Seeing as im terrible at starting conversation and likely won't do it myself unless contacted first.

If by advanced classes you mean specializations, such as berserker, assassin, force mage, etc then yes, you may.

Great. I shall have an app for this later on today.

Question. Can we use advanced classes?

You know you're a MLP fan when:

Your Fimfiction account has over 200 read later stories and 300 unread favorite chapters.

Ok...Why am I thinking of Vegeta from Dragonball Z when I see that image?

I cant answer that.

Look at that sexy stallion.

If the delay is to keep up the Quality then delay away!

Geez it was so good.

There's actually a picture of Chronarch's head on my Deviantart.

Well there should be, haven't been on DA in a minute.

This is quite hilarious actually.

Pound stood triumphant. He had another satisfied crowd and they wanted more.

Astral blushed when they wanted both of them to sing. She wasn't really a rapper, she just dabbled in it every so often. She placed her hooves on Pound's back and pushed him forward. "Well, looks like your audience desires an encore."

Razor returned to his spot and started going through his paperwork to make sure he was on task. Astral had seen most of what happened and heard some his apology. Her 'senses' were tingling though. Apparently she was the only one who noticed what was going on, at least she thought she knew what was going on. These things were always sensitive. Should she slink into the kitchen and have that mare to mare chat with Cheery? On one hoof they had air between them that needed clearing, but on the other hoof she was legitimately busy she was doing her job and Astral didn't want to disrupt that, plus nopony likes somepony prying in their business. Then there was Razor. He was super oblivious to what was going on...perhaps she should talk to him, but he didn't seem like the type to talk about 'that', and she could very well make everything worse with her meddling. She huffed loudly, everything was just going to get more awkward if she didnt do anything, but she couldn't think of anything appropriate to do.

Right as Astral was thinking of a course of action the doors to Cheery's shop opened once again. Astral was immediately struck speechless, who was quite possibly the most handsome stallion she had every laid eyes on just waltzed right into the shop. She stood there next to Pound working her jaw like a fish out water. That passionate rose coloured coat, those piercing emerald eye's and that black hair that caught the light and seemed to reflect it at just the right places to give the illusion of white highlights...Astral's right eye twitched as she bit her lower lip. [colour=#008080]"Dear. Sweet. Celestia..."[/colour] The stallion greeting them broke her out of her dream world, but she wouldve rather stayed there, in her mind she could form complete sentences, in the real world all she could manage at the moment was babbling. [colour=#008080]"I...I...I..."[/colour]

[colour=#008000]"Yo!" [/colour][colour=#000000]Pound said greeting the new new comer and totally overshadowing.[/colour][colour=#008000] "Ya just in time for ah show!"[/colour][colour=#000000] He rubbed his chin furiously as he stared at the ponies what to sing for them. At the moment he wasn't feeling the mood so another freestyle was out of the question. "Hmm, got it!" he said with a snap of his claws.[/colour][colour=#008000] "Astral stand in for Razor Gale, I wanna do Kick It."[/colour][colour=#000000] He gave her a playful little pinch to snap her out of her daze.[/colour]

[colour=#008080]"Um alright."[/colour]

[colour=#008000]"Start us off."[/colour]

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I do not own the song Kick It, it was performed by Manafest and comes from the album Citizen's Activ released in 2008.

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[colour=#008080]Open my eyes[/colour]

[colour=#008080]Open them wide[/colour]

[colour=#008000]Let me go, let me play, let me live a little yeah[/colour]

[colour=#008000]Let me sow, let me grow, supernatural[/colour]

[colour=#008000]Let me fly, let me ride livin faith or die[/colour]

[colour=#008000]Falling on my face seven times, yet I still rise[/colour]

[colour=#008000]Eh yo, eh yo, I rode the merry go [/colour]

[colour=#008000]Round and round, let me get off I'm not playin yo[/colour]

[colour=#008000]Stop ripping me off I'm not stayin broke[/colour]

[colour=#008000]People still wanna talk, my sleeps sweet bro[/colour]

[colour=#008080]I finally found a place, to cover me,[/colour]

[colour=#008080]That ca't be torn, or cut, by the words you say,[/colour]

[colour=#008080]And your love and grace, they comfort me,[/colour]

[colour=#008080]No one can take it away, no one can take it from me,[/colour]

[colour=#008080]kick it[/colour]

[colour=#008000]Downtown singin it, up town swingin it[/colour]

[colour=#008000]Blow, blow rippin it, out loud kickin it[/colour]

[colour=#008000]Follow suit with the crowd, i'm not lookin for crowns [/colour]

[colour=#008000]Sound of the rock! Hey! Hey![/colour]

Pound ended by throwing a fist in the air in tandem with the ending chant. Wiping ta few beads of sweat from his brow he took a deep breath and sat down. Even though it wasn't the whole song, impromptu performances always took a lot out of him.

I personally believe that Celestia got the short end of the stick when it comes to royal responsibilities.

Celestia: "Okay my little ponies, Day Court is open. Please come to your princess with you concerns and I shall lend you my ear!"

Luna: "Night Court is in session! Do not hesitate to ask your princess of the night anything."

Luna: "Well I guess it...ADVENTURE TIME!"