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Split Sex: Female Age: Early twenties Species: Unicorn Eye Colour: Dark green Coat Colour: Navy Blue Mane/Tail/Markings Colour & Style: Light amber colour, both her mane and tail are long, and rough looking, tangled and clumped together. She’s missing the tip of her left ear, and has multiple scars covering her body. Physique: Very thin, but with visible muscle on her frame Cutie Mark: A poker chip with a wick. Origin/Residence: A small settlement in the wasteland that was eventually lost to time Occupation: Scavenger/Freedom Fighter Motivation: Survival S.P.E.C.I.A.L. Strength - 3 (+1) Perception – 9 (+1) Endurance – 7 (+2) Charisma - 2 Intelligence - 10 Agility - 3 Luck – 1 (+2) Skills: Explosives - 100 Energy Weapons - 40 Repair - 90 Science - 100 Unarmed - 15 Barter - 80 Guns - 25 Lockpick - 100 Medicine - 20 Survival - 100 Sneak - 35 Speech - 35 Melee Weapons - 30 Perks (individual): Demolitions expert: +20% damage with explosives. Survivalist: Increases the character’s chance to find medical items. Pack Rat: Items with a weight of two pounds or less now weigh half as much. Splash Damage: Explosives have a 25% larger area of effect. Solar Powered: +2 Strength and +1 HP per second while outside, from 6:00 A.M. to 6:00 P.M. Two’s a pair: When around Ajax, Split gains a boost to critical chance. Not so mad Bomber: Decreases damage done to Split by her own explosives by a decent amount, and reduces damage from enemy explosives by a small amount. Scavenger’s Foresight: Living in the wasteland for most of her life, Split has become tough, and knows what to expect from the harsh world. She gains a +1 bonus to endurance and strength. Loose Cannon: When Splt's health drops below 50% she gains a slight increase to fire and thrown rate. Perks (group) Survival of the fittest: Split has survived in the harshest conditions, and can teach her companions to do the same. (+ 15 to survival skill for her companions.) Inventory: Scavenger’s makeshift robe (+ 1 endurance +1 luck) Bandana (+1 perception, +1 Luck) Big Bang (Grenade launcher) (5 grenades) The Pariah (9mm pistol) (10 clips) Last Resort (Combat knife) Pulse grenades (5) Concussion grenades (5) Incendiary grenades (5) C 4 Detonater Lockpicks (40) Likes: Explosives, Wit, and Pre-war food Dislikes: Snobs, tight spaces, and being yelled at. Personality: Split is cold, and tends to keep ponies at hoof’s length, the only exception to that rule being Ajax whom she is quite fond of, and often reliant upon. She will speak her mind often, and it will usually be sarcasm or light insults to the weakness of another pony. Despite all this she has a soft spot for the down trodden, and a strong sense of right and wrong. Her morals dictate her actions, and unlike Ajax, who leaves everything to luck, every choice she makes weighs heavily on her. But she keeps on moving despite this because she truly believes she can help other ponies. She loves explosions, to the point of obsession, and will almost always insist on watching them, leading to a slightly poor eyesight. History: Not much is known about Split’s past, mostly because she never talks about it. She finds dwelling on the past unimportant and a waste of time. The most anyone could know was through asking Ajax about the time they met, when a quiet battle scarred wastelander showed up in Dise with the valuable platinum chip and a single objective. Kill Mr. House with a system destroying virus. But during the load up of the virus she was stopped by Ajax, and after a brief scuffle he quickly overpowered her and forced her back to the room she had been given for accepting to kill House. But Split had rigged a trap that shot Ajax with a syringe full of Med-X knocking him out for long enough for her to tie his up and explain her actions to him. About how House was taking money from the nearby towns, but then letting them starve or be set upon by raiders. She told him how no pony should be able to be a tyrant, and how what she wanted was for the betterment of the many, over the wants of the one. In his own way, Ajax accepted her ideals, and after their attempt to kill House failed a second time, the two fled Dise, with the intent of returning and finishing their job one day.

(For reference, invited by Cainiam) Name: Barricade Age group: Late twenties Gender: Male Race: Earth pony Mane colour and style: Barricade’s mane is dark blue, and cut short so that it won’t obscure his vision, the back part is a little longer and tied into a small ponytail. Coat colour: Bright orange Eye colour: Steel blue Any permanent accessories: [colour=#000000]A large scar runs up his shield leg, several adorn his torso and the tip of his right ear is missing.[/colour] Cutie mark: A worn shield with an arrow embedded in it Talent: Barricade’s body is unusually sturdy, and can shrug off many forms of physical damage. He is also exceedingly loyal, willing to lay down his life for others in his party. Class: Warrior Specialization: Guardian Fighting Style: Barricade’s favorite weapon is a large metal round shield that has a long protruding spike in the middle that is almost constantly strapped to his leg, and never let out of his sight. He also carries a long sword with him, but his favorite method of fighting is charging the enemy, shield out front, and putting his entire weight behind the spike. As a guardian, he constantly tries to keep the enemies focus on himself, and will charge headlong into several armed enemies if it means those weaker than himself will be safer. History: Barricade had always been large, even since he was a young colt he was larger than everypony of a similar age. And by the time he had reached his middle teens, he dwarfed nearly everypony in the small farming village where he grew up. But he was quiet, and soft spoken, keeping to himself for fear that his large size would cause him to accidently hurt those smaller then himself. He worked hard at his parent’s farm for most of his young life, and his free time was spent with one of the village’s elder ponies, a mare that was bigger in build then even the strongest of farmers. Her name was Rampart, and she was a retired mercenary that had settled in the village to live the rest of her life in relative peace and calm. As a colt, Barricade would rush over to Rampart’s house after he had finished all his chores, and sit on her floor, listening eagerly to her recollections of her adventures throughout Equestria. As he grew older, and became lager in stature, Rampart offered to teach him some of the skills she had gained over the years, an offer which he readily accepted. The first lesson was how to use a shield, as was the next, and the one after, and so on. Eventually, Barricade questioned the old mercenary on the lesson, asking her when he could learn to use a sword. Rampart snorted, and told him that anypony could teach him how to use a sword, but she was teaching him something invaluable; how to keep himself and others alive. She taught him to use his size, not to worry about hurting the ponies he cared about, but using it to protect them. Upon reaching stallionhood, Barricade made a conscious decision that the farm life wasn’t for him, and he wanted to experience those tales of glory and adventure that Rampart had, for himself. So the next time a small trade caravan had come around to the village, he offered his services as a mercenary. That was the last time he saw his village, looking back over his shoulder, with Rampart’s old shield strapped to his leg, and excitement in his chest. Since that day, Barricade had been living a typical life for a mercenary;, guarding caravans, escorting the high class, and protecting stock. He’d made quite a name for himself, rumored to be unkillable, and unshakably loyal. Starting Location: Ostagar

(I guess I'm second for Cainiam's crew? Resident doctor of The Languid Sophisticate, ready to set sail.) Name: Patches Gender: Female Age: Young mare (17) but she acts much older. Species: Unicorn Looks: Patches is small, even for her age. Her mane and tail are long and light orange, meticulously combed to unusual straightness. Her mane falls to the left side, neatly over that eye and almost touches the ground, but in certain situations she will tie it up in a loose ponytail. Her coat is a deep blue colour. She usually wears a lab coat, except when completely off duty. Personality: Patches is a calm, intelligent and social mare. She loves to chat with the members of her ship, but also loves to spend time alone in her medical bay cleaning. Patches has OCD when it comes to clean and order in her workplace. She is also feels like she has something to prove among her crew due to her age. Despite her young age she shows some of the mental scars of being part of a crew. She is exceedingly paranoid of new ponies, and in general, constantly checking over her shoulder and re-checking her medical equipment. Cutie Mark: St. John’s Cross Random Fact: Patches is terrified of fully operational clockwork limbs. Your Ship: The Languid Sophisticate (See Cainiam's post for full ship detail.) Rank: Doctor Weapons/Fighting style: Patches has a small clockwork revolver that she uses mostly for self defense, a large cutlass, and she has a sharp scalpel concealed in her lab coat, and her hair tie could be used as a garrotte. Lifelong dream or general goal: Patches is simply on this ship to experience life, and have some fun. Plus it's a way to make a living. History: To be explored in the RP

Not mad, just saying what your character said makes no sense to anyone in the context of the world, so no one will know what you are talking about. And with such, anything to do with T.V. or similar media should not be brought up, or used as a comparison. Try and keep the RP realistic for the time, place, and technological level already described.

Fireraven, with the level of technology in our version of the world, there being no T.V. the movie Finding Nemo would not exist, just so you know.

If there are positions, we will go over both your friend's and your applications, check to see if everything is cool, and then give you the go ahead, however your friend, if he wants to play Rainbow Dash must play as his OC solo for a while, so we can decide if he can portray her character, while still keeping with the type of RP we want.

Sorry Nova, but this forum is closed for a reason, we are currently testing out the RP with our current nuber of applicants, and really don't know if we can handle any more, but thank you for showing interest, and we will let you know if positions come up.

Name: Psyche (Earth pony) Appearance: (As human) His height is around 6” 2' and quite skinny. He has dark black hair that hangs over his eyes and stops right below his nose and his eyes are a cold steel blue, if you ever manage to catch a glimpse of one. He usually wears a black long sleeved hooded sweater with the sleeves hanging past the palm of his hand, old blue jeans with rips in the knee and near his ankles, heavy hiking boots and a random coloured t-shirt. He is almost never seen without his backpack, a model designed to distribute weight along his back, usually meant for cycling. Personality: Psyche has a constant need to speak his mind, whether other people want to hear or not. He will often make a situation very uncomfortable for others in his desire to convey his opinion. He is quick to anger and take offence, but will seldom resort to physical confrontations. He is bluntly honest with everyone, whether talking about himself, or them. He prefers quiet, and usually keeps to himself, unless forced into a situation where he has to confront someone, or he feels his morals are being challenged. He has particular distaste for people who show themselves to be mindless, and follow societies constructs without question. On the flip side he finds himself intrigued by the 'rebels' and 'outcasts'. He is not particularly smart, but can use logic very well Slight history: Psyche was born to a family of bakers, both his mother and father running a small bakery in the town of Manehatten. Though he never really enjoyed the idea of baking, he still followed in his families footsteps and works there part time. Psyche grew up with an intense social phobic disorder, meaning every time he would talk to someone, present something or even see someone look at him, he became paranoid that they were judging him. His social skills suffered because of this and he became a recluse. As he grew up however, the fear changed into a minor form of misanthropy, in which he thought he should judge others before they could judge him, and he ended up disliking most. This caused his social skills to dilute and helped contribute to his uncaring and blunt nature. Current life: He is attending this school with the intention of studying psychology, as well as a feeble attempt to become more open, and less socially awkward. Part time job: Psyche works in his small, family run bakery, something he doesn't really like, but does anyways.

While that is true, we would like to see everyone's skill in controlling an OC and give them somewhere to flesh out an OC's personality. Plus it lets us spread out the cast amoungst RPers. No two canon characters for one RPer, we discussed and found that it could lead to people trying to buddy up to the two canon characters, and ignore the rest.

I'm out with the other two, not your fault Shadow, just next time, do an app and screening process for all the RPers, keeps it clean and free of... explosions.

Question Mark nodded with his eyes closed, before opening them with slight relief. "That's great, I thought... you know differences between work and life would stop us... interacting on the outside." He smiled softly and got up from his chair. "I think I'm going to go out tonight, maybe meet someone new..." He nodded and made his way towards the exit. "Oh and Heart Healer... thank you."

Question Mark tapped his hooves together in thought for a couple moments before shaking his head slowly. "Nope, I don't think there is right now. Um... but if anything does come up, you wouldn't mind me coming back right? I kinda like this place." He punctured the statement by looking around the room. "And... if I see you, on the street, would you... mind if I said hi?"

Question Mark nodded his head in agreement with Heart Healer's words. "Yeah, you're right. I think... no I know I can do that now." He smiled, a real smile for once. "Well, I guess this was a lot more then a simple learning experience about magic and psycology. Um... thanks a lot, I really think that this helped, and I'm really greatful, for everything."

Question Mark tilted his head to the side as he thought of the question. "Well... I guess I should talk to more ponies... outside of an office of course. And maybe "chat up" as my dad calls it, the customers in the cafe more, and try to be intested in what they are saying." He smiled slightly. "Maybe I'll get out more, and stop spending every night at home." He looked up at Heart Healer with a puzzled look. "Those are all good ideas right?" He scuffed the chair slightly with his hoof. "And I'll... try and stop being so scared of everypony."

Question Mark sniffed and slowly looked around the room, as if his answer would be there. "I- They'd have to be smart I guess, someone I could have a conversation with, and wouldn't stare at me weirdly when I talk. And they'd have to be..." He hummed and looked at his hooves. "I guess anypony who would accept me for who I am, and be able to put up with me not always being... average I guess." He shook his head slightly at the thought. "Like I said, it's useless to dream of ideals... but I think that would be it." He looked up with a hopeful smile "Do you really think it's just like being a detective? Like a pony detective? That could be interesting way of seeing it... do you really think I could be better?"

Question Mark stopped and stared at the unicorn, his eyes frozen in a mix between hope and abject dispair. "What would I do if I could do anything?" He said softly, shifting his gaze to his hooves. "I-" His voice cracked as he serched his brain for any answer to give her. "I want to... be a detective, and have a family and friends... I want to be normal." His voice shook for a moment, before straightening itself. "But I'm not, I'm not a likable pony, I'm not attractive, funny, smart, rich or anything. I'm a outcast, and I'll stay that way, it doesn't help to dream of something that will never come to pass. I don't-" He stopped himself and screwed his eyes shut. "I've always thought I'm not good enough, for anything. I've been told so many times that I'm wrong, but it doesn't go away. I don't know what I'm suppose to do, I want to love, to be loved... but I'm not good enough for it." The stallion felt one sole tear trickle out of his eyes before he opened them again, staring at Heart Healer in wonder. "It's me... I'm the problem, not everypony else. If I try harder to meet ponies... I-I can do it, right?" His voice was excited, with a slight hint of pleading to it.

Question Mark perked up at the question and took a few moments to think about it. "Well... I don't usually eat at the cafe... it's really expensive, but I like the salad... it's cheap and filling." He nodded to himself. "I don't know if it's my favourite, but it's the most financially sound choice... plus it doesn't taste bad either." He touched a hoof to his face in thought. "I'm guessing this job pays quite well, so I would assume cost has no cause on your favourite food... but in keeping with the conversation's tempo... what's your favourite food?" A sudden wave of understanding pulsed through Question Mark as something occured to him. This 'pointless' conversation that he had been avoiding, could be seen as a learning experience, even today he had gotten some information about a unique type of magic that he wouldn't have learned about otherwise, plus she hadn't laughed at him or belittled him yet... I seemed that coming here had been worth more then just for study...

Question Mark shrugged. "I like to read... um... and..." He stopped for a second and thought. "And... I find lost stuff?" His voice had trailed off as he realized that he really didn't have any fun activities he could share with Heart Healer. "Um...I really don't do to much, I mostly stay at home most of the day when I don't work and read... I also like to visit other places, but I don't get to very often..." His eyes shifted slightly to the side of Heart Healer as he struggled to think of another topic, but his mind was drawing a blank, and he slowly felt discomfort settle in where confidence used to be. "Er... could... um... do you have... many friends?" He finished meekly.

"That sounds... different then I expected." Question Mark said with a small frown. "Being an earth pony? It's nothing special really. I mean pegusus can fly, and unicorns can use magic, but we can all walk on the ground. It seems kinda... unfair that we don't have anything special like that." He mused softly touching his hoof to his chin. "It's like being you I guess, but not being able to use magic, ever." He nodded, satisfied with his answer. "So um... do... you ever um... Oh! What do you do for fun?" He said the last question with some mesure of pride at his ability to think of it.

Question Mark nodded eagerly. "Oh yes I do, I mean they're awesome. They can teach you some much, and don't require anypony. You can read about anything you want, and aren't forced to learn about stuff you already know or don't care about." He paused and blushed lightly. "S-so yeah, I really like books, all types really. Um... what's it like to be able to use magic? I've read some books on the feeling and stuff... but um... I'm curious." He wasn't sure if this was proper conversation edicate, but he felt strangly... calm. He was still afraid, but he was no longer tempted to just leave the room.

"Oh... Uh I work at my dad's cafe... It's nice I guess, kinda low end work, but I guess I was lucky to get it in the first place. It's pretty easy work, and it pays well. Most of the ponies that order are rich snobs, or dismissive self made ponies." A brief flash of disgust and jelousy ripped through the constant fear that he was feeling, and left the young stallion with gritted teeth. He quickly recovered and spoke again. "But what can you do? Jobs like that always suck, and it's just something I'll get used to... Er, Um... Do you... or, um... like... books?" He nearly facehoofed as soon as the words left his mouth.

"Oh, it's um... quiet I guess? A lot of farms, but not really to much else. It lacks the hustle and bustle and the um... insomnia of the city. But it's quiet and quite nice. Er..." Question Mark kinda trailed of as he thought of his next course of action. "Do you... like living in the city? All the noise and stuff must suit someponies, are you one of them? Oh and your job... you mentioned it... er..." It seemed odd to talk about something he already knew about, but this was pretend, and he had to keep in character. "What do you do, and um... do you like it?"

Question Mark stared for a moment, his mouth hanging open slightly in thought. He wanted to choose his words carefully. Even though this was a roleplay, he wanted to make a good impression on his conversational partner. And he guessed that ment he would have to suffer some small talk. "Er... Well I don't live here. I work here. Um... I live in Solstice heights. So I guess I'm just visiting. Um... What about you, do you live in Canterlot?"

Question Mark stared at the corner of the room for a solid 5 seconds before nodding his head in aggrement. "Alright Heart Healer, if you think it will help we can roleplay. Um... so how do we do that. Am I still me? Or am I someone else? What about you, are you a different pony, beacuase if you are you need to take other's speech and ideals..." Question Mark suddenly shook his head, embarressment flooding his mind and cheeks as he blushed a light red. "Sorry, I got carried away... H-hello my name is Question Mark, um... what's your's?" He had decided to take the first sentence in continuation of his personal denile that he was afraid. Of course he was, but he hoped that this sudden burst of confidence, like him sitting down on the chair at the beginning at the interview, would fool both the ponies in the room.

Question Mark opened his mouth, closed it, then reopened it, the cogs in his brain turning as fast as they had in a while. "Is it something I'd be interested in doing? Idle chatter really isn't something I like doing. Most conversation is brainless in nature anyways. I mean... um... like all the ponies who talk about the weather or dances or shopping... It seems kinda unimportant. I like to talk about like... the economy and such..." Question Mark sighed, he had grown up the son of a teacher, and that had fueled his intense intelligenctual pursuits. But dispight that he had dropped out of school at first opportunity, beacuse his grades were so low due to his hesitation to speak up in class. He instead got a job through his father, and spend his free time reading on his own. His lack of social skills and general socialphobia had made him unable to make any friends during his foalhood, and that had dragged on into his older years. But he would never admit that his inability to make friends was because of that. He was an adult, not some silly foal. He wasn't afraid of other ponies anymore... But he was, no matter how much he told himself that he wasn't, he was. Even sitting in front of this unicorn he was struggling to keep his voice level and he was losing his train of thought as he struggled to keep his fear in check, As both her eyes and her empathy skill seemed to burrow in his heart... "Oh Celestia..." Question Mark whispered to himself as he remembered his emotions were not a secret in this unicorns presence. "Um... yeah, so the conversation thing is... um... not too... um..." He was quickly losing his composure, and his eyes had started shifting around the room, looking everywhere but at Heart Healer.