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Apologies for the delay. Solemn's application has been revised and expanded (and also slightly rearranged, becaue it was kind of a mess earlier). Your input is valuable. Thank you. ^^ I should also note that the two other unicorns mentioned by name in this application--that is, Solemn's siblings--will both be apped somewhere down the line, but for the moment are NPCs.

[Ready for analysis.] Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Solemn Song Sex: Female Age: Young Mare Species: Unicorn Eye Color: Dark brown, bordering on black Coat Color: Laurel green (#A9BA9D), which is a very pale color, bordering on grey. Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Beaver brown (#9F8170), which is, again, extremely pale. Her tail is kept short and precisely groomed, and her mane is almost always done up into a bun. Physique: Smallish, and delicately built. Cutie Mark: A white whole rest over a black circle Origin/Residence: Born in Canterlot; still lives there, though not in the same house. Occupation: Composer, though this is primarily on the side. Most of her time is spent as a librarian in one of Canterlot's smaller and less-visited libraries. Motivation: Understanding the eventual inevitabilities of life, Solemn derives her greatest pleasure from indirectly making others' lives better, usually by imposing order on the things she can control. While she is far from social, she does derive joy from seeing other ponies happy and satisfied, or at least at peace with the world around them. Likes: (optional) Classical music; order; calm; being left to do her own thing; spending time with family; cats; spinach; the number eight. Dislikes: (optional) Disorder, especially rampant and/or intentional; loud noises; crowds; being bothered; strangers; foals; cabbage. Character Summary: Solemn is the eldest of three siblings--Sole Star is her little sister, and Solace Seeker, the youngest, her brother. Her mother died shortly after Solace's birth, when Solemn was still a filly, and her father, seeming lost without her, wandered away one day and did not come back. Solemn and her siblings were taken in by their maternal uncle and his wife, who had no foals of their own. Though she had always been fairly quiet, the death of her mother and the loss of her father seemed to deal a great deal of damage to her psyche, and the already-quiet filly drew further into herself and has remained largely that way since. Solemn is a dour, serious pony, who has little appreciation for humor and very rarely smiles, unless with a friend. She is extremely polite and, while friendly enough, always manages to come off as slightly frigid. She stands rigidly, and always appears tense when out in public unless she is with someone she trusts, and there are very few ponies that she fully and completely trusts. She is at her best in enclosed, quiet spaces and only dealing with one creature at a time. Solemn Song suffers from mild compulsion and if left to her own devices will organize the space around her into very rigid, logical patterns. The disruption of these patterns distresses her, but if she is distracted she will very quickly forget they are there. She has a very firm sense of personal space and becomes actively stressed should anyone she doesn't trust break it. On the opposite hoof, she tends to be very clingy around ponies she does know, often to the point of annoyance. She moves very slowly and deliberately; even her telekinesis has an air of intentionality about it. Solemn tends to stare with unnerving steadiness at whatever she's focusing on at the moment, which is made more obvious by the stark color of her eyes against her pale coat. She does not stutter, but the more stressed she becomes, the more fragmented her sentences. Music is a good way to get her to unwind, and one of the few things she will actively enjoy talking about, even if her face doesn't betray it. The music she composes isn't terribly popular, even among the upper class--infamous for its unsurprising regularity and sameness, though it has a quiet majesty about it that makes it very apt for things like funerals. Solemn is somewhat emotionally fragile and spends most of her time on her own or with her family. She is particularly upset by personal questions and tends to panic if she is not given the proper space and time she needs. If pushed altogether too hard, she is prone to bursts of anger and raw magic--mostly debilitating ultrasonic attacks, enough to give anypony nearby a noticeable headache, but far from strong enough to do any lasting damage. Her brother has slowly been encouraging her to get out more; it has so far been only somewhat successful, but she occasionally finds the time and courage she needs to explore Canterlot and talk to others. Solemn dislikes being pushed around and does not react well to impatience. She dislikes foals because of their unpredictable, noisy, and energetic nature. She has never left Canterlot, and does not foresee herself ever needing to. One city is enough, thank you very much. Alone of the siblings, Solemn's Cutie Mark was earned before her mother's death. Though as a foal she was remarkably quiet and well-known for keeping to herself, young Solemn would often gravitate toward ponies that looked troubled or sad, and, very quietly, sing a song for them. This song was different for every pony she came to, seeming constructed, lyrically and musically, on the spot for that particular pony. They did, however, have one thing in common: regardless of the words or the melody, each song carried with it an idea of comfort, a soothing, solemn song. The song that earned her her Cutie Mark--in what she later came to see as a cruel twist of fate--was given to a young filly about her age, who had recently lost her mother in a cart accident. Though she refused to elaborate on the song later, the filly in question described it as "full of lots of silence"--whole rests--"that stood out like bright stars in the depths of despair." Since her mother's death and the onset of her compulsion, Solemn no longer sings these songs, usually offering a rushed explanation--she "just can't anymore," although she realizes that that is no explanation at all. In truth, she is scared--the fate of the filly she sang to became her fate, after all, and it could happen again. As well, she lacks the self-confidence and inspiration to come up with the songs as easily as she once did, and feels ashamed to admit it. Solemn mainly works in a small, rarely-visited library; she is skilled at keeping the books in order, and she is comforted by the constant quiet. The pay is modest, but sufficient for her, and she is satisfied by her ability to keep the library organized to her specifications. By UMAT standards, Solemn is classified as Г, though she is functionally Δ; her family's predilection toward sound magic mostly likely manifested in her ability to soothe in song, although as she no longer sings or uses her magic for much of anything short of telekinesis and her self-defense sound wave, this is hard to say for certain.

Color me intrigued. At least as far as ponies in space go. We'll see.

Color me surprised--but all that means is that I did not do sufficient research. That seems to be a recurring fault. Revised to your specifications.

I think I got it. Sorry, folks; that's me trying and failing to sound edjumacated'n'fancy. Thank you very much.

Why, still getting greetings. This is a wonderful place, methinks. Thank you. I'm enjoying it a great deal so far!

[Ready to be critiqued, at least, though I don't dare call him perfect sans a second opinion.] Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Echo Scribe, though he responds to both independently as well ("Echo" or "Scribe") Sex: Male Age: Stallion, though not by much. Species: Pegasus Eye Color: A deep, smouldering orange. Coat Color: Pale tan Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: No markings. Mane and tail are a light, dusty sort of brown, better-kept than most pegasi but still fairly unruly. Kept somewhat short. Physique: Slim and wiry, although less athletic than most pegasi. Cutie Mark: A pale swirl shape, representative of the wind, seeming to inscribe words onto a piece of parchment. Representative of his nature as an excellent auditory learner, and his passion for 'writing what he hears'--studying and teaching other ponies about things beyond the normal 'sphere' of Equestria. Origin/Residence: Born in Cloudsdale, but has taken more permanent residence on the southern side of Hoofington, near the bay. Occupation: Part time weatherpony. Also a student of languages and cultures. Motivation: Echo understands the value of harmony and cooperation, and despite his somewhat acerbic personality he strives to keep different cultures--for example, the small but nevertheless present zebra population of Hoofington, and the hippocampi that show up in the nearby bay--cooperating. Likes: (optional) Strong flavors to his food--sweet, spicy, sour, what have you. Something of a bookworm, he tends to spend time perusing books about language and dialect. Working outside. He is a decent swimmer, and spends a great deal of his free time at the bay. Dislikes: (optional) Like all pegasi, Echo dislikes being forced into immobility and cannot stand close quarters for long periods of time. Because his talent involves listening, he dislikes being part of large, noisy crowds, and usually sits on the outside edges of rooms, near doors or windows--easy means of escape, should his claustrophobia become unbearable. Dislikes being teased about his nearsightedness, and is very picky about others touching his spectacles or flying goggles. Character Summary: Echo Scribe can best be described as animated--his special talent and his knack for study clash with his nature as a pegasus, and even while reading or discussing things, he tends to pace or vibrate his wings as a way to dissipate nervous energy. He tends to his duties as a part-time weatherpony with vigor, although weather management is not his talent; it is often the easiest way for him to vent. The pent up energy leads to him appearing somewhat short-tempered and impatient, and this is not entirely inaccurate. He moves and talks quickly, and tends to get irritated when other ponies tell him to "slow down" or "take his time," things he sees as inefficient. He is very stubborn and is unafraid to butt heads, so to speak, with other such ponies. All the same, ponies that are able to put up with his quirks find a passionate pony underneath, and in his good moods he laughs quickly and loudly. He retains the pegasus knack for blunt honesty, however. Echo was born nearsighted, which earned him no favors growing up in Cloudsdale. Vision problems are rare for pegasi--naturally, for a race that flies as far and as fast as they--and he earned something of a reputation as strange growing up. He puts the feelings to use in his multicultural studies; knowing what it feels like to be misjudged, he is very good at stepping into other ponies' hooves and helping them along. He wears glasses to correct his vision; while on weather duty they are replaced by prescription flight goggles--and he is very protective of both. His cutie mark was earned the first time he went to Hoofington on a vacation in his youth. His parents spent the day at the beach, but rather than swimming right away, little Echo was fascinated by the other ponies around him--non-pegasi! What must it be like to live without wings, he wondered? One in particular caught his eye--not garbed in the traditional pastel colors of most ponies, but rather in stripes of black and white. Unabashedly, he wandered over to the zebra and asked him what he was. Echo's mother panicked, afraid that the other equine would take offense, but the zebra laughed it off and began to explain, in his curious rhyming way, his nature. Echo found it fascinating, and began asking questions about what it was like to be a zebra--and how was his homeland different from Equestria--and why did he rhyme--and so on. Graciously, despite the colt's seemingly endless and rapid-fire questions, the zebra answered them all. As the sun set, the zebra excused himself, affectionately saying farewell in his native tongue. Echo returned it after him, calling across the beach, a wide smile on his face, and as he did, his cutie mark blazed into being upon his flank.

Ponies keep sneaking up to me as I reply. This one even came with a squeeze o.o I enjoy squeezes. Thank you! /squeezes in return

Why, we're just passing greetings along in a circle now, methinks. Nothing wrong with that. Hello again! Thank you. She looks so... serene. Yours... heheheh. Pinkie looks like she's up to something; but then, when is she not? And I'm sure I shall--once I work up the courage to go over to that part of the forum.

Still getting my bearings, too, but welcome, I suppose, from one newcomer to another. Very cute artwork, that, and, pre-emptively, good luck in university. Not in the UK myself, but I confess myself interested in the idea of a radio show. I'll be sure to keep an ear out for it, so to speak.

Well, as long as I'm hanging out here, I should say hello. So hello, from one newcomer to another. That is some really well-done and, ha, adorable art.

Aha. Didn't see you there, shyshy. And thank you very much; I'm finding myself glad to be here. Yes, actually, I have. Having not perused the rules as thoroughly as I should have yet, I'm not sure what the protocol is on posting links, but assuming I'm not breaking any rules, here, entitled Silence and Motion.

Well... I can say, I think that a reply from one of the higher-ups, so to speak, was not what I expected for my first reply. Thank you very much. I'll make my way over there as quickly as I can.

About Myself: College student. English major, and someday, potentially, an author. That said, while I've written (a) thing(s) for this fandom, my production's been at an all-time low for months now. Maybe, just maybe, coming here will be enough inspiration to get myself working again. I can be snippy about grammar. Please don't mind. It's a well-engrained habit. Plus, it isn't like I'm perfect either. How I found Canterlot.com: It was suggested to me months ago, but by whom I'm sad to say I don't recall. How I became a fan of MLP:FiM: The show was recommended to me by a close friend. Oddly, he fell away from it very quickly, but I kept watching... My favourite main cast pony/s: Fluttershy,Twilight Sparkle I've actually swung by this place a time or two and considered registering, but never managed to work up the courage. Which is a strange thing, I suppose; but with the ideals that this fandom is built upon, whether they stand firm to this day or not, I imagine I have little to fear. I'm not nearly as formal as I probably seem. I do tend to get nervous in new places, and before I realize it, out comes the fancy vocabulary. Hoping to get involved in the roleplaying soon enough and get my writing skills back in action.