Ancre

Happy Independence Day !

She could make it this time ! Whirlwind flapped her wings slowly, beginning to descend toward the ground. She let her three hooves forward, readying herself to land. She slowly put them on the ground, her wings still flapping and holding her weight. Then she closed them, and tried to let her hooves support her.

They couldn't. She fell.

« Ouch ! » Well, that wasn't what she expected. Groaning in frustration, she opened her wings again, and, flapping them really hard, she managed to lift herself up in the air once again. The three legged filly sighed. When the doctors said she probably couldn't walk after her accident, she didn't expected to fail to stand on her hooves ! She couldn't even jump or gain any sort of movement to start flying, so her wings had to do all the work - it was the most tiring way to take off. Once she was in the air, things were ok, but it looked like the land was forbidden to her now. Well, she could probably still crawl pitifully at a snail's pace. And the doctors said that it would take her time before her legs and arms gain their strength back.

But right now, she just felt depressed. It took her that failed attempt, and the ones before that, to fully realize what the consequences of her accident meant. No more walking. Forever. It never seemed like a big deal in Cloudsdale, where everypony used their wings to move, and being grounded for three months in her parent's shop meant she never really had to move anyways. But now that she actually tried to stand on her hooves, she started to understand what she had lost in that adventure. She felt like a little foal who desperately needed help, and yet flew all the way down to the Nimbusgate Lakes to make sure nopony could see her in such a state. She wanted to at least stand on her hooves before meeting somepony she knew ...

Humpf ! "No time to be sorry for yourself little pony !" Scolding herself, she tried once again to land, failed, and took off in the air again with huge and powerful flaps of her wings. And then she tried again, and again, until she felt too exhausted to move, and decided she could afford a break.

Sighing, she laid down in the grass and watched the lakes shimmer under the evening sun. It was fun for about ten minutes. Then Whirlwind realized it was starting to get late, and night would soon be upon her - it was time to go home, or else her parents would start to worry. She was getting tired too.

The little pegasus opened her wings and took off the same way she did all day long. But each flap toward the cloudy city of Cloudsdale over her head exhausted her ; pretty soon she found herself fighting to not lose altitude, and gaining some more seemed impossible. And her hometown was still miles over her.

Giving up, she slowly drifted toward the grassy ground of the lakes' shores. This wasn't good ! She spent all her day exhausting her wings, only realizing now that she had tired herself too much for a long flight upwards. But she needed to come back home. Staying here, all alone, at night, under the rain that was soon to come, was definitely not a good idea. It was probably not a good idea to come here in the first place. With her injuries recently healed, she probably needed more rest than she thought. And her parents, they would worry too, they would think something horrible happened to her, again ! Whirlwind was very worried by now. What could she do ?

Well, she couldn't do anything on her own, since she could barely move. She didn't liked to admit it, but Whirlwind really, really needed some help now ...

Hello and welcome here Dudette !

I voted apple pie, as it's the only one I know how to do.

I do like blueberry muffins a lot too ! But I've never really tried any cupcakes. Weird, I know.

Little whirlwind and her parents were on vacations near Seasaddle Bay. After the accident at the weather station, which nearly took the pegasus' life, crushed her leg and disabled her arm, they all thought it was a very good idea - Whirlwind barely survived after all, and it made her realize how much she would have missed them, how much she loved them ; and they too wanted to spend more time with the little girl they almost lost. So they waited until her injuries healed, and off they went.

It was quite a lot of fun for everypony. Still resting from her injuries, the pink filly enjoyed the calmer rythm of her family, and even managed to gather enough energy for a few adventures on her own. She was having one today : growing bored of the local tourist traps, and yearning for something more exciting than just another day at the beach, Whirlwind promised her mom and dad not to do anything dangerous on her own (it's not like she could pull off aerial stunts in her state anyways) and slowly flew to the lonely lighthouse just off the city limits - Ponies here said it was haunted ! Ghosts, now that was cool.

So there she was, crouching under a bush, bravely hiding herself from the ghost, trying to stand completely still, doing her best not to make a noise, all eyes on the strange lighthouse not far from her. All day she watched that rust-like red and grey mare work silently, wondering if she was the ghost everypony was talking about, and hoping that if she was, she wouldn't do to her whatever terrible things ghosts did to ponies - what did they do anyways ? If they were all ethereal and stuff and couldn't touch anything but just pass through it, then ghosts didn't sound very dangerous. Well, it did sounded scary. And that mare, who never said a word, and never did anything than work, sure looked like a ghost haunting that lighthouse, as far as she could see.

Then she saw, surprised, another pony coming to the giant tower. He was entirely white, save for his cutie mark, which Whirlwind couldn't quite decipher at this distance. "Well," she thought "I'm not the only one hunting ghosts it seems ..." Staying safely under her bush, the little pony watched him walk toward the lighthouse, with none of the apprehension nor the excitement she had - maybe he didn't care much about finding ghosts ? Or maybe ...

Maybe he was one ! That's it ! he was completely white after all, and he looked strange too ! Was he the ghost of the lighthouse ? But then what about the other pony ? Maybe there were two ghosts in here ! Oooh, this started to get really interesting.

The other pony saw the white stallion coming, and came to meet him. They started to talk, or to be more exact the white one started to talk by himself, but Whirlwind couldn't hear a word. So she tried to come closer, as stealthily as she could. The grey and red mare hurried back to her home and came back with a strange device around her neck. Whirlwind squinted her eyes to see what it was. The white stallion poked the mare and monologued again. Then they came inside the house ; the door opened with an eerie creak, like any proper door from a ghost's house would do, and then slammed shut.

Whirlwind took the opportunity to fly toward a window, and peeked inside the house. Her spot was perfect. She could hear them a little now ! And she could see very well too ! The white ghost started a little magic show. With a properly grandiloquent introduction, he made a coin appear from nowhere, and then disappear again, and then he pulled a flower out of the other mare's mane - wow ! The little filly had her snout pressed against the window now, her eyes wide, her mouth opened in awe. She couldn't help but let out a little squee of amazement at the magician's show. More ! More ! This looked like just a start, she wanted to see more ! Oh, he was pulling a set of cards out of his satchel now ...

I really, really like Ooh, Sir Spike it's hilarious !

Other than that, there's Out in the cold and the bunch of side stories it spawned, and Ah ain't got no ack-cent! which is very well written too.

Thank you MLPTales ! I think I won't ever be able to make it perfect so it's not WIP anymore.

Thank you for the proposal SonicBoom. You don't have to draw me something (my girlfriend will probably draw my pony when she have the time, and I will try as well). But I'd be really happy to see what you do if you want to !

Hehe, I'm just eager to play, and I know I don't have much time to write when I'm not on week-end right now !

Anyways, I tidied up the first part of my pony's application form, and I added those four paragraphs to her background :

She earned that cutie mark a few years ago. Whirlwind already loved to fly, and she was spending her time practicing (and crashing on the ground too). But she didn't liked to show off what she could do at the time : her unorthodox methods and her many failed attempts only brought her mockery from the other ponies. Until one day she decided she had enough of it, and settled to prove she wasn't just another clumsy pony.

That day she skipped class, climbed on top of the classroom's building, waited patiently for everypony to get out, gathered all the courage she could, and with a loud "Hey!" grabbed their attention. Then, wings closed, she dived. She let herself fall and gain speed ; at the last moment she opened her wings and turned abruptly, grasing the ground, barely avoiding a crash. She made a circle around her classmates with a grin, then bolted upwards again. Whirlwind made the few stunts she knew by heart, and, getting tired, started to descend toward the class in concentric circles.

Truth be told, it wasn't much, really ; a little risk here, a few simple stunts there. But that little performance earned her a little bit more respect from her classmates, a good scolding from the teacher and her parents for skipping school, and her cutie mark. It turned out she just needed to assert to others, and to herself, what she really loved to do to get it. Whirlwind grew more confident in herself and slowly turned into a flying hazard after that. Sometimes she would crash into buildings and other ponies, sometimes she would gently fly under the sun or the midnight stars. She loved to fly, to feel the wind around her, and she loved her dangerous tricks most of all.

It didn't helped her pick a job she'd like, which worried her family, so she considered just about everything. After all, as long as she didn't do the same thing as her parents, it would be okay. Handling an interesting type of shop, working as a mailmare, or some type of weather work ... Well, weather work was off the list now. She couldn't buck a cloud with only one leg. Whirlwind rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling of the shop, briefly exasperated by her own stupidity.

I hope it's okay. It tells about how she got her cutie mark, and what she wants to do with her life (or more exactly, how little she knows about that last part). I'm worried about making that story too long. I'll re-read everything tomorrow to spot grammar mistakes and typos and stuff.

Unfortunately, still no pictures It will have to wait, but I hope that's the last thing there is to add !

This week have been a difficult week so far for me, and I haven't had the time to work the last details of my character. I will have time tomorrow however, I expect it to be done by then !

That looks great !

We have "museum nights" in Paris too, but I think it's nothing special, they just stay open all night if I remember correctly. But since museums are free for me, I never went into a special event ... I just avoid the crowds as much as I can.

Hello !

Thanks for the remarks Kudalyn and PaintedWings. I'll add information as soon as I can.

Unfortunately I don't have the time to finish the last parts of this character today (works gets in the way, and I have an exam tomorrow). I will put a wip tag during the time it takes me to find pictures and tweak the text.

I'm Matthew, I'm 22. I discovered my little ponies via a thread on the bay12games forums (dwarf fortress is a pretty awesome game by the way) ; there they talked a lot about that new cartoon was awesome and yet they felt weird for liking it because it's supposed to be for little girls. I gave it a try. And watched every episode in one go, up to episode 22. Then eagerly waited to see the next episode released on youtube.

Uh ... honestly I haven't thought much about it.

Would a general store do ? It's the kind of store I would like, one that sells a wide of unrelated goods, like a small, family-owned, supermarket. I am not sure of the term however ; maybe "grocery store" would be more fitting.

Hello everypony ; it is one am, so I will go to sleep and check back this character sheet for typos and mistakes. If you find any mistake in my english, or anything else that's wrong, you can tell me if you want, I'll be very happy to know it ! I will try to add pictures too.

I hope the character summary isn't too big, if it is you can tell me so, I will cut it.

I hope playing a handicapped pony is acceptable, and I hope her accident isn't too extravagant or something. Again, if it is not, please tell me and I'll gladly change it !

Thank you very much for letting me play here !

[ Pony Related Character ]

Name: Whirlwind.

Sex: Female.

Age: Filly.

Species: Pegasus.

Pelt Color: Light Pink.

Mane/Tail Color & Style: Nearly-white pink, disheveled ; Whirlwind doesn't usually take care of her mane.

Eye Color: Emerald green.

Cutie Mark: A green swirl.

Physique: Whirlwind is a bit small in stature, but otherwise looks like every other pegasus. Her back left leg have been amputated, and her front left arm wears an impressive scar. Her body also wears some small scars and marks, signs of her daredevil nature. She can't walk.

Residence: Cloudsdale

Occupation: Mostly, she skips school, and helps her family running their store.

Motivation: Whirlwind lives to fly !

Likes: Flying! Crazy stunts that works! Crazy stunts that fails! Adventures! and sweets ...

Dislikes: Safety rules, rules in general, and any lack of activity.

Character Summary:

Whirlwind was sitting on her chair, making sure not to move her broken arm, idly flipping the pages of a comic book she wasn't really reading, waiting for something, anything, to happen. The little pink pegasus was clearly bored out of her skull.

Because, really, why did she had to take care of the shop, all by herself, all day long ? There were no customers at this time of day, so all she had to do was to sit and wait, wait until her dad decides that it's enough for today, my dear, and that she can go back to her room while he takes care of the evening shift, but please don't overexert yourself, your leg still needs to rest, it's not completely healed yet. Pffft. What a boring day.

Actually, she knew very well why. Whirlwind wished she could go outside and fly, if only for a little bit of time, but no. She was grounded for losing her leg and breaking her arm in a particularly ambitious flying stunt, and working at the shop when nopony was around forced her to stay in place. It punished her well and gave her body the rest it needed to heal. It was a very clever move from her parents, true ... but she hated to admit it.

The pink pegasus put her head on the counter and sighed. She couldn't even deny they were right, this time. She had made a big mistake. Whirlwind never paid much attention to safety rules, always there to stop people from having fun ; she was always the first to try dangerous and exciting flying tricks, which often ended in spectacular crashes and accidents - she was a living flying hazard. But this time, she went too far.

Flying was what she loved to do. Winning obstacle races, trying strange stunts, flying fast all the time, now that was fun ! She could never quite understand how could other ponies enjoy spending their time in a library, or sitting on a chair at school, or something boring like that. Life meant action ! This line of thought often put her in trouble, but she didn't care. She could live with a few scratches and burns, she could live with a lot of parental scolding ; this was how she was, and her cutie mark in the shape of a stylized twister showed it clearly enough.

She earned that cutie mark a few years ago. Whirlwind already loved to fly, and she was spending her time practicing (and crashing on the ground too). But she didn't liked to show off what she could do at the time : her unorthodox methods and her many failed attempts only brought her mockery from the other ponies. Until one day she decided she had enough of it, and settled to prove she wasn't just another clumsy pony.

That day she skipped class, climbed on top of the classroom's building, waited patiently for everypony to get out, gathered all the courage she could, and with a loud "Hey!" grabbed their attention. Then, wings closed, she dived. She let herself fall and gain speed ; at the last moment she opened her wings and turned abruptly, grasing the ground, barely avoiding a crash. She made a circle around her classmates with a grin, then bolted upwards again. Whirlwind made all the stunts she knew by heart, and, getting tired, started to descend toward the class in concentric circles.

Truth be told, it wasn't much, really ; a little risk here, a few simple stunts there. But that little performance earned her a big smile on her face, a little bit more respect from her classmates, a good scolding from the teacher and her parents for skipping school, and her cutie mark. It turned out she just needed to assert to others, and to herself, what she really loved to do to get it. Whirlwind grew more confident in herself and slowly turned into a flying hazard after that. Sometimes she would crash into buildings and other ponies, sometimes she would gently fly under the sun or the midnight stars. She loved to fly, to feel the wind around her, and she loved her dangerous tricks most of all.

It didn't helped her pick a job she'd like, which worried her family, so she considered just about everything. After all, as long as she didn't do the same thing as her parents, it would be okay. Handling an interesting type of shop, working as a mailmare, or some type of weather work ... Well, weather work was off the list now. You can't buck a cloud with only one leg. Whirlwind rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling of the shop, briefly exasperated by her own stupidity.

All this because, she remembered with a hint of guilt, she broke into that weather factory at night. All the little pegasus wanted was a big playground, with lots of space to build up speed, lots of obstacles she'll have to avoid abruptly, a place where she could train and perform her moves, all those things she couldn't do in the crowded city of Cloudsdale. It looked like a great idea. There weren't many guards, as there wasn't anything to steal or sabotage really, and there was a lot of space, and lots of strange devices she could probably play with. She was free to do anything she wanted, and she did.

It was fun, at first. Whirlwind could remember the five first minutes of fun she had there, before she crashed into something and everything went black ... And then the pink pony woke up in a hospital. She felt exhausted, as if she just woke up after an especially tiring party ; the nurse seemed happy to see her wake up ; a few doctors went in to check her condition afterwards. They told her she had an accident, and that she needed a lot of rest because she had lost a lot of blood or something. Whirlwind was just too exhausted to pay attention to what was going on at that time. She fell asleep again.

Whirlwind woke up, probably the day after, surrounded by her parents, and a doctor ; her family looked relieved, yet strangely worried. The small filly waved hello with a tired hoof, to tell them she was awake now. Why were they looking so scared ? She was fine, she felt fine, and tired, she felt very tired, but mostly she felt fine, really. This looked like any other big crash she lived before, well it probably was a bit bigger than the others since she spent a few days in a hospital, but it couldn't be that bad after all, right ? Right ?

Her parents remained uneasily silent, and the doctor talked. He talked a lot, he talked about how she had an accident, how she fell into the weather station's hail-grinder, how the guardian, alerted by all the racket she made, found her and called an ambulance, and how she needed extensive surgery afterwards. The filly started to panic - extensive surgery ? But she felt fine ! What was wrong ? Was it her wings ? Will she still be able to fly ? Oh how scared she was ! But it wasn't her wings, the doctor reassured. Her wings were fine. It was her leg, and her arm. He said in a sad voice that her left leg got caught in the hail-grinder, and that they couldn't save it, they had to amputate it. Her left arm they did managed to save, but it probably wouldn't work well anymore ; and they seriously doubted she would ever walk again.

After what the doctor said, her parents came next to her, clearly worried about her reaction ; but, strangely enough, she felt relieved. She could still fly. She looked at them with a smile, and tried to be reassuring. She could still fly. She'll be fine, she promessed. Her mom actually burst in silent sobs. Whirlwind promessed that she was fine, that she was happy as long as she could fly, that she will never do such a stupid thing again, that she'll pay attention from now on, that she would act with more caution. She did all she could to reassure and console them. The little filly felt terribly guilty ; they had been angry at her antics before, but she had never seen them so worried and so sad.

Whirlwind sighed, her head still on the shop's counter, twisting a lock of her mane with her able hoof. It wasn't a happy memory, but it wasn't one she wanted to forget. It was in this day that she realized her actions could not only hurt her, but those who cared about her as well, and it literally costed her an arm and a leg to learn that. She paid a little more attention to what she did now ; she was still a careless daredevil, it was who she was, after all, but she did not wanted to make her mom cry because of her again.

She looked at the shop's door. She spent a few weeks in the hospital, resting her injuries and making sure her condition remained stable, and then she went back home. Her parents punished her, which was understandable, really, and now she had to take care of the shop when nopony was around. The pegasus sighed again. It'll be over soon, she knew it, but she hated every minute she had to spend doing nothing at all here. It really was a good punition. She just couldn't wait to get out and fly again !

Hello and welcome here !

Thank you for the welcome Fluttershy vi Britannia !

I speak english and french because people talked to me in both languages when I was a kid I have no merit in being bilingual - it just came naturally, in the same way everypony speaks english here because they grew up in english-speaking families.

But it's really useful to be bilingual. I am lucky to have that !

Thank you BlazePrower !

Thank you for the welcome everypony !

I'm half-french on my mother's side too ! But I spent nearly all my life in Paris, so I always speak french, never english. It's sad.

High five, other Matthew ! The pony on your avatar smokes too much !

Thank you Doc Hoof !

Thank you too Mlptales, I've read the rules yesterday night, I'll check if I haven't missed anything.

Hello !

My name is Matthew, and I live in Paris. I found this place via Equestria Daily ; you have a rp forum here, and I've been longing to write in english for quite some time now, so I joined in. My english is very rusty, so I apologize in advance for all the mistakes I can do (feel free to point them at me !). I hope there won't be too many of them ...

I discovered mlp:fim on another forum (bay12games) with a discussion thread about ponies being awesome. Curious, I clicked on the youtube link ... and we all know what happened next ! I watched all the episodes in one go up to "over a barrel" (the next one wasn't out yet). I love that show.

I guess that's it for an introduction ... feel free o ask any question you want ! Ancre.