WhiteSlash

Another Scotsman?! Welcome to Canterlot! XD

Rabble Rouser XD I'm the R to the A to the B,B,L and E And ain't no other pony rockin' out like me! I'm Rabblicious!

I loved the game and I loved the extra time trials even more! For the new game I'd like to see what DICE can do with the Frostbite engine to be honest.

https://soundcloud.com/awesome_man_269/agent-tex-cover A cover of the theme for Agent Tex from RedvsBlue XD I thought I'd cover it and use it for Glesga's theme!

Pale swallowed his pride and owned up to his fears. There wasn't much point in him bottling it all up if they were going to be part of his daily life from now on and he couldn't stress how much he needed the work right now. [colour=#000080]"Alright, ye caught me." [/colour][colour=#000000]Despite Ruth's voice he was actually quite calming and reassuring. The revelation that the bugs would soon disperse with the appearance of ponies made sense to Pale and this helped him come to terms with his job, which he knew like most things could not be perfect.[/colour] Pale quickly tried to find the little insect again but it was far out of site now, he had hoped that one last peek at what was too come would help relieve him of the stress but he would have to deal with their next encounter as it came. [colour=#000080]"Yeah, that's good tae hear, ahm sure it willnae be a problem. Ahll get the bar up and goin'."[/colour]

[colour=#000000] Ursa's gaze darted over towards the newest member of the mountain. First impressions caused Ursa to cast some doubt towards whether or not this stallion would be useful, but he was in no place to make such accusations having seen ponies of similar makes prove otherwise. Both eyes now sized up the dog, a loyal companion, if there ever was one and definitely of use for the situations to group would most likely encountered. Ursa was away with the fairies as he stared, smiling at the dog until he snapped to attention with the sudden realization of the question at hoof.[/colour]Ursa nodded his head acknowledging what he could only assume to be this stallion's way of saying "hello". [colour=#b22222]"I'm Ursa, and to answer..."[/colour][colour=#000000] Ursa was cut off before he had to chance to direct Seeker's attention to the other stallion who revealed himself to be, in the following moments, The Doctor. He was a little harder to make a draw up a decent idea of. Whooves was clearly someone with the utmost faith in his abilities and it seemed that he wasn't too happy about the others being there, this stuck out to Ursa as it crossed his mind that this might prove a tad problematic in the future.[/colour] [colour=#b22222]"You probably heard but I'm Ursa, Ursa Growls. What about you? Or should we just call you "The Doctor"?"[/colour] ​

Pale's face turned sour as soon as the mention of bus and arachnids (a notion that was forced in to his head after years of being reminded of the difference by his friends) hit the air. At first Pale thought to voice his concerns and speak out in protest but the thoughts were quickly put out of mind as the glimpse of a register in the distance flared up the sentiment of being out of work. He swallowed the concoction rushing up his throat, turning his cheeks physically green and let out some strangely exhausted sounding words, after returning a weak wave to his fellow employee. [colour=#000080]"Uhm...eyuh, aye ah'll get right on it." [/colour] [colour=#000000]Pale's mind was now well away from the conversation happening behind him and he wearily made put one hoof in front of the other[/colour] as he stumbled to his destination. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye something green and very small scuttled off into the distance causing Pale to seize up and freeze. For Pale the room went quiet, all except for the beat of his heart ringing out loudly and proudly in his chest.

Name: Glesga Ferm Gender: Male Age: 25-30 Species: Earth Pony Looks: Built like any strong, tough farmer would be. Tall, light brown coat with a dark musky brown mane with even darker streaks running through it. His mane is short and unkempt and his tail is similar just of an average length. His general appearance is rugged and stressed from years of rough work. Two ring piercings in his left ear and one bar throw his right eyebrow. He sports a worn white, but dirt stained pinstripe shirt. On top of this he has a rather generic brown waistcoat complete with pocket watch and tie. Hanging from his neck is a chain with large circular charm resembling a windmill tucked in behind the waistcoat. Kept firmly in his waistcoat pocket is a set of spectacles complete with all the additional sights and customizations ranging from help for acquiring targets at a distance to seeing through clouds. A bandolier complete with pouches and two holsters hangs tightly around his body and allows for him to store both a pistol, rifle and assortment of tools and ammunition. Clipped onto his ear is an extending monocular that falls into place in front of his right eye and is fully compatible with his glasses. A strange strip of leather wraps around the sleeve of his left foreleg and also has an adjacent charm to remind him of his old life. Personality: Strong silent type. Not by choice but more so by nature. He never spoke much whilst working the fields or shipyards. He's confident in his skills but not in his personality though he won't back down from arguing a point. He's opinionated and strong, though you couldn't tell from his quiet exterior. Family values are extremely important to him and the same is said for matters involving friends. More often that not he is polite and to the point, but when pushed too far or faced with something that annoys him deeply he becomes a lot more erratic and is prone to making rash decisions in these lapses of a stable mindset. Cutie Mark: Ferm's Cutie-mark is a circular cross hair with a bird in mid flight in the center of the circle. This relates back to his foal-hood and more specifically his first kill out hunting with his parents. Although the animal is a bird the actual kill much to the recipients of this stories amusements was a winged boar from one of the islands near his home. Random Fact: He has an almost intimate knowledge of most ship types from his long days in the ship breaking yards, with the proper appliance of skills he could pose as a valuable engineer. He's also a crack shot having trained with air cannons to clear clouds and rifles to hunt back on the farm. He's a **** fine cook but he won't admit it. Your Ship: The Languid Sophisticate, a small airship staffed by four ponies. This small brass reinforced wooden ship is built around a large metal helium tank. The ship features a flight deck at the top of the tank, while storage and everything else run around the top half of it. Four propellers sit at the back of the airship, two flanking the balloon on each side. The flight deck features four large bore clockwork cannons with speed loaders and full mobility. When manned they can fire in a full 360 degree area, allowing for exceptional coverage and increased accuracy. It also features two large high-pressure steam guns that fire burning hot gases at short range, making them devastating in boarding actions for both attack and defense. The ship is largely automated, with sails, anchor, and propellers all mechanized to be manipulated from the helm where the Captain can normally be found. The cannons are also able to be fired from the helm, but aiming must be done manually. As long as the mechanisms are intact, the cannons will automatically reload. The main features of the ship are the armory, doctor’s office and workshop, as well as each pony having their own living quarters as well as the captain’s own rather lavish one. The lowest deck of the ship is entirely devoted to storage. He is most likely found in the armory polishing and cleaning weapons and or maintaining cannons. Inside his cabin is a mess of wires, metal, s**** and various other useless materials, though on a table under a bright light is a green potted plant thriving in this strange environment. Rank: Chief Gunnery Officer and the ships cook. Weapons/Fighting style: Whilst Ferm is a fairly good shot with a basic pistol he carries, his pride is his custom made weapon created from scavenged parts of zeppelins, airships and other craft. The rifle is long and made of mostly golden material with wooden inlays and vanishings. Near the butt of the rifle is a holder on either side for various types of ammuntion which can be loaded into the revolver mechanisim closer to the centre of the rifle. Each barrel of the cylinder will pop out and be loaded with a round rather than the full cylinder being removed. As the rifle expels a round steam shouts out both vertically and diagonally downwards from ports along the barrel to help with recoil reduction. The rifle has a scope that when several buttons similar to that found on a saxophone are pressed various different zooms will align closer the users eye. Though he boasts a practiced aim he isn't afraid to fight with his hooves, a knife or anything nearby. Lifelong dream or general goal: Whilst he misses his past life in the ship breaking yards or on the fields, he now finds himself searching for a higher calling. Farm work was becoming easier as the steam modernization flew in and forced those not needed to step back and find work elsewhere and that led to him joining the ship breaking yards. He feels that the land was taken from him and now as he finds himself soaring through the clouds he feels safe in the idea that the sky can't be taken from him. The sky is his new home and he plans to make the best of it. History: He grew up on the sky islands of Glascow a few miles off from Beakbreak. Glascow was prime farm land albeit high in the sky suspended by ballons and tethered to the ground. Noone was quite sure what the purpose of islands were but they have been their for almost forever. Empty up until recently, well empty all except from the strange winged wildlife on the islands. Cows, sheep, pigs, all with wings. He spent his younger years performing small tasks that eventually started to pile up and form large labourious tasks ranging from a whole day of ploughing fields to blasting away clouds with the air cannons present on their peasus-less corner of Glascow. A favorite past time of his was heading out into the fire fields (fields of plants that looked like wheat but with a strange firey essence to the tips that extinguised when uprooted) to hunt the rare and strange animals of the island. Later in his life he was forced to take off and leave the farm in the capeable hands of his family, now equipped with more advanced farming technology, to pursue a career elsewhere in the skies. This was shortlived though as he soon found himself grounded in Beakbreak surrounded by airships and ballons as he fixed battle scars and storm wounds. In Beackbreak he learned a vast amount of information regarding sky pirates and the ships they sailed in and this started to really pique is his interest. Slowly as he masted the forgery and various other works available he found himself asking around the docks to see if any crews were taking on new recruits. At the start of this endeavour though he faced little success with most crews stating they had no need for an overworked ex farmhand with a good eye. Although having been raised in the clouds he wasn't sky material, but this only fueled his new passion. Taking matters into his own hooves he started work on building his own ship though even with his skills passed on from the local Beakbreak workers he was incapable of doing so. Ferm s****ped the idea and started on a new path. His new plan was to secure his place on a crew by using the talent he now neglected the most. His natural aim and skills with weapons. He took to the steam works and started crafting firearms for the local crews at discount prices and slightly more expensive prices for the visitors from afar. One day he found himself met by the crew of the The Languid Sophisticate, a strange bunch of ponies to find in the sky, or so he thought. He wasn't sure what it was but the idea of serving aboard a ship with only 3 crew members seemed fascinating and exciting to him and naturaly he jumped at the chance. His wares were layed out for prices starting at almost nothing and reaching not far above that. Essentially he bought his way onto the ship but as time passed he no longer feels guilty for doing such a thing. Sometimes Ferm finds himself out on deck priming and checking the cannons he is reminded of the farm and the work he put into all of his endeavours there. Good honest work, and it was hard to, kept him fit, something that was hard to find in most jobs. These thoughts don't last long though and as soon as cannons start firing and cries of battle ring out he feels right at home soaring high and far above his real home.

Hey! Four of us are working on apps for this and we plan to pop in soon as a crew XD Just a heads up! This looks awesome though!

Two pony tumblrs!? A catchy phrase! Original artwork! That deserves a 5/5 for being both pretty and informative XD My signature is so lacking right now :L

I dropped off the grid with this one but if you lot want to keep this going I wouldn't mind a little explanation of what was going on? I lost the plot and I just can't seem to find it! Been in a funny mindset lately! XD