Kilojoules

Yes, you're absolutely right. I had accidentally lost my work when writing this and had to re-write it from memory (which is always fun) and left out that. x.x Will fix soon~

Roleplay Type: [colour=#282828]Equestria Mane RP[/colour] Sex: [colour=#282828]Stallion[/colour] Age: [colour=#282828]Younger Stallion[/colour] Species: [colour=#282828]Unicorn[/colour] Eye colour: [colour=#282828]A neutral, slate-grey.[/colour] Coat colour: [colour=#282828]Bo's coat, like his eyes, are a neutral grey.[/colour] Mane/Tail/Markings colour & Style: [colour=#282828]Bohemian Blank's mane is relatively short but layered so that as it reaches the back of his neck, it curls up and outwards, and his bangs partially conceal the corner of his left eye. His tail is of medium length and is generally wavy, the ends curling off into three different directions. Both are a stark black.[/colour] Apparel:[colour=#282828]Bohemian is almost never seen without his signature rectangular, black, thick-rimmed glasses, which often sit lazily on his face. He often wears baggy scarves of different colours tied loosely around his nick, and a 'slouchy' beanie of multiple colour is often seen on his head, too, his bangs sticking out of the front and bits of mane out the back.[/colour] Physique: [colour=#282828]Bo is neither thin or thick, tall nor short, making him a quite typical pony. Though, he is unforgettable, in his own way.[/colour] Cutie Mark: [colour=#282828]A ball of multiple colours sits upon Bo's flank, a run-off of colour coming down from said ball in a multi-colour river.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Bohemian got his cutie mark during his colthood, when he submitted some of his artwork to his school's art contest. He and four other of his classmates stood up on a stage next to their art piece after the judging, and they announced fourth and third place winners. It was down to Bo and his classmate, and after the announcer paused for dramatic effect.... He announced Bo as the winner![/colour] [colour=#282828]He and the runner up exchanged handshakes and hugged, and before Bo could say "Your art was wonderful, too", a great flash of light blinded him, and once he regained sight, he had his cutie mark![/colour] Residence: [colour=#282828]Bo lives in a small studio apartment in Manehatten where he works and arts. The apartment, as stated, is a two room apartment, with the kitchen and dining area, as well as bedroom and living room all crammed into one room. The other room would be the bathroom, which is also quite small, though large enough for a larger pony to maneuver around in without too much trouble.[/colour] [colour=#282828]His apartment is generally quite neat, having his easel by the large window which sports a grand view of a large area of Manehatten. He generally uses this for still-life, in case his creativity isn't sparked enough to make something from his imagination. A large number of these still-life landscape paintings line his walls, from various times of day, from dusk, till dawn.[/colour] [colour=#282828]He has a two-person bed in the middle, atop a simple, green rug, and a dresser for his various accessories lies at the headboard, saving some space in the room. There is a simple, two-person, outside bistro style table that sits off to one corner.[/colour] Occupation: [colour=#282828]Bo is a full-time student to the Art Institute of Manehatten, or AIM, as he refers to it. He also has a part-time job as a record sorter at a nearby records shop.[/colour] History: [colour=#282828]Bohemian Blank doesn't truly know where he was born, but that he was adopted by a Canterlot Noble couple who could not have children of their own. His mother and father, told him when he was a colt that he was adopted, believing he was old enough to know. He nonetheless loved his parents.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Growing up was tough for Bohemian at times, being teased by his schoolmates for his odd colouring. This, or lack-there-of, inspired him to get into the visual arts of painting and sketching. Using his not-yet developed but still quite remarkable art skills, he would paint or draw pictures for the ponies that harassed them, in hopes of befriending and impressing them. This did in fact work, for the most part, and a majority of ponies left him alone, and instead would compliment his artwork.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Bo's parents, Starshine and Dusk Light, were always very nurturing towards Bo's interests. As soon as he showed an interest in art, they got him an easel, layer upon layer of canvas, and any of the mediums he might need. They did, of course, only buy these things if he was doing well in school and behaving at home, so's not to spoil him. This balanced mixture of give-and-take created a strong bond between Bohemian Blank and his parents.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Bohemian, upon reaching the first steps of adulthood, asked his parents for some money to move to Manehatten. To his surprise Starshine and Dusk Light had set up an account that accumulated an impressive amount of bits in case he decided to get further education, and he was overjoyed when it was presented to him. From Canterlot he moved to Manehatten, where he resides today.[/colour] [colour=#282828]He spends much of his time battling the chronic bouts of Artist's Block he has, but lives a quiet life in his apartment. He goes to class five days out of the week, and works three. He spends a lot of time at art galleries or coffee shops looking for inspiration or just someone to talk to for a bit. He still maintains a strong connection with his parents, and they correspond via mail service.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Bo also hopes to have his artwork featured in the many prestigious art galleries across Equestria, with a secondary goal of perhaps finding his biological parents, so that they can know their son was a success.[/colour] Character Summary: [colour=#282828]Bohemian Blank is an intelligent, kind, and charming stallion. He is at times moody when he is suffering from artist's block, but other than those times, he's very kind and accepting of all of his friends. This kindness even extends to strangers on the street! He is generally good at making friends with like-minded ponies, but making friends with those who share drastically different views takes a little effort.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Bohemian loves art of all kinds, be it music, visual, three dimensional, fashion, you name it, he likes it! He also loves to share his artwork with others and swap ideals to help fuel his creativity, but he never, ever plagiarizes someone else's work! That is one of his big 'nos', and he loathes anyone who does such a thing. He also likes coffee, tea, and other various drinks of a sweet disposition. But he isn't a big fan of bitter or sour drinks or foods, the sweeter, the better![/colour] [colour=#282828]Bo, as talented as he is with a brush, cannot do three-dimensional art to save his life. He doesn't [/colour]feel[colour=#282828] the creativity like he does when he paints, and will often avoid having to do such art. Other mediums he doesn't quite excel at like he does with painting is usually quill-work, sketching and the sort, though it's drastically better than his sculpting.[/colour] [colour=#282828]His only fear in life is that he'll be one of the many "unnamed artists" in Equestria that are never recognized for their work. He worries that no one will ever say "Bohemian Blank was such an intriguing artist". But this is a fear he combats regularly, always trying something new with his paintings and studies.[/colour]A rough sketch of Bo's cutie mark using Paint.

I'm up for 1x1 RP! We can work out the details through PM, if you want, so's just PM me. And I'm up for any kind of RP, whether it be romance (provided your character 'swings' that way ), adventure, action, etc.

Pumpkin Bright flew through the air without much confidence, knowing that in a few days he'd have to visit his family. It was always stressful seeing his parents, and it'd do his health no good to worry about it. For now, he wanted to relax and try to calm down his nerves. He swung his head this way and that as leisurely as he could manage, taking in Cloudsdale with a sigh. It had been quite a time since he'd been here, and it saddened him a little that not much had changed. Deciding to rest his wings, as he'd been flying for quite a while without rest, he resigned to a nearby cloud, thanking Celestia for the ability to touch clouds as if they were earth. [colour=#006400]"I guess I'm home."[/colour] Pumpkin said without much enthusiasm. He missed his little bakery already.

(Hi! Hope you don't think I'm stalking you or somethin', just decided to use an old character. ) Pumpkin Bright stepped warily out into the openness of the sun, a think gunk of white plastered over his nose to protect against something. Though it wasn't really necessary, he supposed, but it's always better to be prepared, no? He continued further towards the water, dodging the larger group of ponies that were congregating around the beach, stopping just short of a griffon. Why did it have to be a griffon? His eyes grew wide at the sight of it's claws, and his breath shallow. Surely he could just turn around walk away without the griffon noticing him, right? While contemplating the best plan of escape, a group of tourists bumped up behind him, pushing him over and eliciting a large, rather feminine shriek. [colour=#006400]"Eeep!"[/colour] he screamed as he tumbled forward, landing squarely next to the griffon, upon the opposite side of the cooler and basket.

Consonance looked at the Griffon with a confused sort of stare before realization flickered onto his face. [colour=#8b4513]"Oh! Of course, you must forgive me, how rude of me,"[/colour] Cons bowed with hat-in-hoof in an apologetic manner, continuing with, [colour=#8b4513]"And it is a pleasure to meet you, Razor. And I don't doubt your, as you say, survivalist skills. You're not my first griffon, I assure you. Your kind -- is that rude, too? -- are quite enjoyable to talk with."[/colour] The smile on Cons' face grew wide at Razor's comment about challenges. [colour=#8b4513]"You must be one for such things, I guess? I'm sure it won't be -that- big of a challenge for one such as yourself."[/colour] he finished, turning his gaze to the next. Cons' smile faded only a little at the mention of some of Cheery's more....eccentric flavours of icecream. [colour=#8b4513]"Those surely taste as lovely as they sound, but I may stick with the typical flavors."[/colour] he gave his customary and quite signature smile, a thought crossing his mind. [colour=#8b4513]"You do have those, don't you?"[/colour] he asked skeptically, turning an ear towards her person. He noticed Promontory had started moving and, nodding towards Cheery and Razor, followed suite. [colour=#8b4513]"Say, Promontory, give the filly a chance. We'll never know if she can handle herself until we let her, no?"[/colour] Consonance asked cautiously, making sure to keep his voice even and quiet, hoping not to upset his companion.

Cons walked alongside Promontory with a smile, stopping as the other pony rushed back towards the counter. Upon returning with the desired yet forgotten item -- matches, it seemed -, Cons grinned, listening once more to his friends words. [colour=#8B4513]"I don't think I require anything else, seeing how I've gotten all I could ask for."[/colour] he stated calmly, doing a mental checklist as he spoke. He noticed something in the sky fly towards them which seemed to dive down straight at them. Being one to have his interest piqued, he waited as a small griffon landed close to both Promontory and himself. [colour=#282828]"Just so I am sure in my assumptions, I'm guessing you two are the other contestents for the gem hunt thingy? Right?" the Griffon asked. Consonance smiled and gave a hearty nod, doffing his hat in greeting. [/colour][colour=#8b4513]"Your assumption would be correct, my small friend."[/colour] he assured, placing his hat back upon his head. He was quite thrilled to have somepony--or griffon, rather--that could further expand his knowledge. Joyous days indeed. After finishing his greetings to the griffon, he noticed a blue-coated pony approaching them, her gaze (from what he could tell) leading to the griffon. The finality of her intent was revealed as she finally reached the now trio. [colour=#40E0D0]"If I'm right, in which sometimes im not but I'm pretty sure I am right now, you two are part of the fun gem hunt today! I'm going as well! It's sooooo nice to meet you! My name is Pleasant Flurries, but I prefer Cheery for reasons that would be too long to say. You might have heard of me from an insanely popular ice cream shop around here, I mean, I'm pretty sure everypony in Appleloosa has been there, not meaning to brag or anything."[/colour] she obviously had a lot of energy. This would be a fun trip indeed. [colour=#8B4513]"Well, Miss Cheery, it's a pleasure to have you join us."[/colour] he doffed his hat once more. [colour=#8b4513]"And I'll be sure to purchase some Ice Cream from your store once this is all done and over, haha."[/colour] he nodded, looking once more over the group.

Cons moved quickly through the store, eying many of it's wares. He halted on a rather bland desert quilt, holding it in his hooves. He held it for a few moments before nodding his approval, before he tossed it onto his back. He moved on to other things. Consonance levitated an empty cantine around his neck, letting it hang unceremoniously. [colour=#8B4513]"I suppose this is sufficient."[/colour] he thought to himself, walking over to the counter. He deposited his bag'o'bits onto the counter and gave a curt nod. [colour=#8b4513]"Eight refills, if you will."[/colour] Consonance asked kindly, placing his cantina on the counter. He waited as the cashier pony filled his cantina and what-not. Consonance took a moment to look around the store. It wasn't that bad of a building, even if it's a little small. "Here'ya go." the Cashier's voice said, breaking Cons from his stupor. [colour=#8B4513]"Ah, yes, of course." [/colour]Consonance turned back around. With a little bit of levitation, he slipped the cantina back around his neck to let it rest. [colour=#8B4513]"Keep the rest, friend."[/colour] he said with a smile. Without waiting for a response he returned to Promontory and nodded at him, a silent sign that he was done.

Consonance kept his calm smile, looking about at the vendor's goods. Noticing the apple chips, he gave a light smile. He always loved apples. [colour=#8B4513]"These'll do nicely, friend."[/colour] he said happily to the vendor, levitating some bits over to him whilst he levitated a good amount of chips into his pack. He surveyed the rest of the goods, not finding much that would be nutritious and tasty. Finally deciding on some dried carrots--both "baby" and regular--he said with an enthusiastic tone, [colour=#8B4513]"And these, if you will."[/colour] Though he had already begun to bring both the carrots to himself and the bits to the vendor. He was happy with his purchases. Making sure he had a good amount of both items, he checked his pouch. [colour=#8B4513]"Hmm....32 Bits. I'm sure that'll get me a good supply of water, don't you think?"[/colour] he asked of Promontory, turning his head towards the Earth Pony. [colour=#8B4513]"I've only been two Appleoosa once or twice--would you mind escorting me to the nearest general goods vendor?"[/colour] he asked with a sheepish grin--something that wasn't common with him. [colour=#8B4513]"If you don't mind, of course.."[/colour] he added quickly onto the end. Something caught the corner of his eye: A brief glimpse of something moving through the air. He did a quick double take and saw that it was a griffon that was entering the saloon they had just come from. He shrugged it off and returned his attention to Promontory.

Consonance watched the toast coloured stallion make his way to the 'registry' pony and obtain two small pouches. As he came back, one was tossed to Consonance, who quickly caught it between his teeth. No sooner than had he caught it that it was enveloped in his usual auric glow and slipped into his saddlebag. A smile crossed Cons' face as 'Fiddle Pony' escaped his partner's lips again, rather enjoying the incorrect instrument nickname. He supposed it was better than Consonant. He chuckled. [colour=#8b4513]"Hah, I'm rather bad at forgetting names, so there shan't be any worry about that happening anytime soon."[/colour] Noticing his friend make his way to the door, Cons quickly paced his way to join his friend at his size, though indeed far enough backwards to be a bit from sight. [colour=#8b4513]"Food market, eh? Sounds good to me, Promontory."[/colour] Cons' said happily, his voice that smooth sort of bass.

(( They sorta just...stopped. Without any notice. Oh well! ))

Sorry, life's been crazy! I'm moving into a friends house for school, and I've been getting caught up with 'finding myself' or whatever. I've posted now. Cheers! EDIT: That seems fine to me! I love Promontory's attitude, by the way.

Consonance stood up, a verdant green glow surrounding the mandolin as it fitted itself back within its case. Soon enough the glow encased the saddlebag modification and the entire thing was hoisted onto Consonance's large figure, straps being tugged snugly to his shire-esque body. With a roll of his shoulders and a smile, he took his place next to Promontory, making sure to leave a bit of space. The two certainly did take up quite some space. Listening again to Promontory, Cons gave a solid nod. [colour=#8b4513]"Makes sense."[/colour] he mused. This was sure to be an interesting expedition. [colour=#8b4513]"I'm ready whenever."[/colour]

(( Okay, since I technically don't have control over the post or whatever, shall we consider this closed? T'was fun while it lasted. ))

With another sip of his coffee he smiled at the Physician pony. [colour=#006400]"Don't forget to tell all of your colleagues about the place!"[/colour] he joked, giving a light snicker. More sips of his coffee and another bite of the tart was sufficient for him; no need to spoil dinner.

Pumpkin stood at the counter still, chewing upon a bite of the tarts he had recently made. The cheeks of his face were upturned in what could be considered a smile, obviously enjoying the new creation he had made. He swallowed the bit of tart in his mouth before speaking to the pony who had addressed him. [colour=#006400]"Oh it was no trouble, and I must thank you for the tart ideal. It was simply brilliant."[/colour] he said waving the kind pony off. He took a light sip of his coffee. The day was slowing down and there wasn't much else to do. Maybe he'd close soon; depends on if anypony was coming in.

Pumpkin nodded. It was his job to serve; even if it would have been less inconveniencing if the older filly would have ordered a drink earlier instead of waiting until Pumpkin was relaxing. Not that it was, of course. Pumpkin was always happy to serve another. [colour=#006400]"Of course! I'll go get some right away." [/colour]he trailed off, hurrying to the back. He quickly returned with a warm, though not even remotely scalding, mug filled with the hot-hot-hot tea which sat upon a small tray. Pumpkin then set the tray down, gently unlocking his jaw to let it free. He gave a curt nod, and with it, he was off back towards the counter. [colour=#006400]"Just leave the money before you go, please?"[/colour] he said as he walked away, deciding to eat. He walked off into the back, returning quickly with one of the tarts he had recently made. He was quite happy to get to try it; Though they were indeed his specialty, Pumpkin-Cinnamon muffins got a little old. He also brought with him a mug filled with an indeterminable liquid. Steam and other obvious signs of heat emanated from the top of the mug. [colour=#006400]"Mm, I've been waiting for this all day.."[/colour] he thought to himself, lifting up a tart between his hooves. A single bite and he was hooked; It was a absolutely amazing combination of flavours. He'd have to make this more often.

[colour=#006400]"Oh, but... Er, of course."[/colour] Pumpkin replied to Razor Gears, accepting the bits back with a bit of hesitance. [colour=#006400]"If you really would rather have it that way, I won't argue."[/colour] he added, giving Gears a light smile. [colour=#006400]"Enjoy your tea, and please, inform me if there's anything I can do!"[/colour] Pumpkin said as the Pony Physician walked over to the table he was at prior. Feeling a bit of fatigue, Pumpkin rested his head upon the counter, watching the windows and his customers. Pumpkin had soon enough settled into the easy stupor that came with manning the counter; His mind wandered often. Not many ponies honestly came in here despite the testimonies of the few that did. At least he got some new customers, right? It was always interesting to see who--or what, for that matter,--would come through the door. More ponies passed by outside and it was oddly quiet. Well, aside from the beat-boxing and rapping that was coming from two of his new customers, but other than that everything was surreally quiet. A voice broke through his waking sleep, and his ears immediately perked up. "...Pumpkin?" He looked over to where it had come from, only to see the filly raise her hoof, obviously to him. He quickly left from behind the counter and trotted to the table and filly-in-question. [colour=#006400]"What can I do for you?"[/colour] he said with a smile, his stomach growling at him, though quietly.

Pumpkin nodded to the earth pony. [colour=#006400]"Alright, though I assure you that I'd still be able to run this place.."[/colour] he mused. More ponies outside the window continued on by, some in conversation or silent as they payed no attention to the small bakery. It wasn't a problem. [colour=#006400]"It's Jasmine; I hope you don't have any reservations about t[/colour][colour=#006400]hat sort of tea."[/colour] he added, moving over to the stallion's companion. [colour=#006400]"Oh, of course. I'm going to assume it's safe to say you enjoyed your order."[/colour] he asked, shaking his head for a moment to clear the hair from his eyes. Moments later he turned and left from the table, returning to the counter.

Consonance smiled, lifting off his hat in greeting. [colour=#8b4513]"I am Consonance."[/colour] he said simply. [colour=#8b4513]"[/colour][colour=#8b4513]Storyteller and artisan extraordinaire."[/colour] he added with a smile. [colour=#8b4513]"Not really, of course. Just plain old Consonance."[/colour] he gave another light smile, placing his hat gently back over his horn and upon his messy hair. Consonance could see the questioning in the earth pony's eyes, causing his fade to smile. [colour=#8b4513]"I assure you I'm here with good intentions; I realise it's not ev'ry day you see a Unicorn around this area."[/colour] he pressed. Following the stallion's gaze, and grinned as it landed upon Concentus; his Mandolin. [colour=#8b4513]"I'm guessing you've never layed eye upon an instrument like this?"[/colour] he asked, magically opening the case and pulling the mandolin out. He held it in the air infront of him, minding the fire as the light licked over the mandolin's laquered surface.

Pumpkin winced as he nodded about the prices--movement was especially painful with his headache. [colour=#006400]"In honesty they were four bits apart; a customer confronted me about the price,"[/colour] he gave an awkward shrug, his fur rippling across his small shoulders. [colour=#006400]"So I lowered the it down to two bits apiece."[/colour] he finished. [colour=#006400]"And thanks; I hope they enjoy my muffins and other assorted baked goods as much as you do."[/colour] he gave a short, sweet smile. The high-pitched whistling of a ready kettle came from the back, and Pumpkin hobbled into the kitchen shortly afterwards. No sooner than had he disappeared the whistling stopped, and he returned balancing a small mug of tea on a metal tray. [colour=#006400]"Careful, it's hot!"[/colour] he mused, setting it down on the counter. His stomach rumbled shortly, and he had realized he forgot to get lunch! He'd have to hold off for now; there were customers to serve! He became completely motionless as magic surrounded his head and he became slightly light-headed. And, no sooner than it surrounded his head, it was gone. Pumpkin nodded slowly at first, then picked up speed. His headache was gone! It was simply amazing! He quickly brought a hoof to his head and lightly touched where the bump was--or, wasn't now. He grinned, thanking Razor Gears profusely. He quickly fished the 5 bits from wherever he had placed them, pushing them back across the counter. [colour=#006400]"Come here whenever you need it and it'll be specially discounted for you."[/colour] Pumpkin smiled, nodding towards the bits. [colour=#006400]"And it's completely free, this time."[/colour] He gave one last nod, stepping out from behind the counter and over to the two seated-and-served customers. He glanced quickly between the two, managing a smile. [colour=#006400]"Would either of you like some tea?"[/colour] he asked, his hair still a mess. [colour=#006400]"Free, of course."[/colour] he added.