TheInvisiblePony

Roleplay Type:[colour=#282828] Mane RP[/colour] Name:[colour=#282828] Enos Gray[/colour] Sex:[colour=#282828] Male[/colour] Age:[colour=#282828] Young stallion[/colour] Species:[colour=#282828] Unicorn[/colour] Eye colour:[colour=#282828] A somewhat light orange. Its fairly pronounced, but not too bright.[/colour] Coat colour:[colour=#282828] Gray's coat is a dull grey. To give a comparison, it is somewhat iron colored, but its definitely faded somewhat[/colour][colour=#333333]. [/colour] Mane/Tail/Markings colour & Style:[colour=#282828] His mane and tail in colour are both around the same colour as blond hey, but both are just as dull as his coat in brightness. He prefers to keep his mane slightly longer than most stallions, but not by much at all, so it still looks somewhat short cropped. His tail is pretty much the same in style, except while his mane is a little long, his tail is a little short than most. After years of living in Canterlot, he also adopted a top hat so as to fit in better with some of the fancier ponies, which he tilts a little to the side.[/colour] Physique:[colour=#282828] As far as stallions go, Enos Gray is fairly average. He prefers to think he has the physique of a royal guard, and indeed he looks somewhat similar, but he falls just short in size, musculature, and pretty much everything. However, he is somewhat well toned, and can walk or hike long distances. Despite that, he still does lose his breath fairly quickly due to no fault on his own part.[/colour] Cutie Mark:[colour=#282828] Enos Gray's cutie mark is tuning fork. Rather simple in design, it is a solid silver colour and appears to be frozen in its image with a rather gentle vibration, as though it had been recently used. Although he has little musical talent as a tuning fork would normally be related too, Gray has always been fascinated with sound and noise related magic.[/colour] Origin:[colour=#282828] Although he had been born in Trottingham, he had moved to Canterlot at a fairly young age. Nowadays, he still lives in Canterlot, but he constantly leaves to see old friends, or to simply find somewhere a little easier to think,[/colour] Occupation: Enos Gray works as an inventor of spells, although he finds trouble with this most of the time, and has taken up various odd jobs, the most recent of which has been the stagehand in a lesser known Canterlot orchestra. Motivation:[colour=#282828] Gray's main goal in life is too be remembered through his work. One could call him a bit obsessive about this, and perhaps he is occasionally, but to him success is measured by how many unicorns cast the spells he perfected during his life. Through all of his hard work, Gray hopes to improve his natural magic to the point of perfection.[/colour] Likes:[colour=#282828] Peace and quiet (when he's working), top hats, tea, sound, magic, music (he's a fine connoisseur of the arts), being indoors, cities or towns, the inventions of others, the hard work of others, and market places[/colour] Dislikes:[colour=#282828] Noise other than his own (when he's working), forests and other outdoor areas, anypony he finds distracting, dreadfully serious ponies, ponies who fancy themselves as nonstop pranksters, hello's and goodbye's, his own scattered brain (his accursed [/colour][colour=#282828]arch-nemesis)[/colour] Character Summary: As a foal, Enos was always tremendously inquisitive. He would spend entire afternoons trotting around the streets of Trottingham asking various people what they were doing or why they were doing it. Unlike most foals, who were just curious, he had several reasons in doing this. Even as a foal, his memory wasn't terribly perfect, and so he asked questions just because if he asked enough of them eventually he would remember something about individual ponies that would prevent him from forgetting silly things like names or such. Equally though, he was intrigued by just how different every pony sounded from each other. It really was an odd thought to him, hearing so many different voices especially on some days when the various streets would start becoming busier and busier with various vendors and shoppers. During these days, the young stallion would realize just how varied everypony was from each other, and he would go just a little overboard trying to meet all of the ponies, but strangely enough he'd only ever remember their voices, so that's how he differentiated between his peers and friends. He didn't stay in Trottingham much longer than the earlier years of his life, because his father was a somewhat renowned pianist. He may not have been amazing, but he was good enough to be noticed by one of the many talent scouts from Canterlot (well, maybe there wasn't a terrible amount of them, but there was enough). Luckily, Gray's dad was just charismatic enough to be able to make it, and so before he knew it his family had moved to Canterlot. The move itself didn't affect little Gray much, because he never had much friends. Just a stunning amount of acquaintances. In all honesty, perhaps he was looking forward to a new location. At first, Canterlot wasn't quite as exciting as he had hoped it would would be. He still enjoyed the days when the markets were extra busy, and they certainly were busy a lot (Canterlot is kind of a big deal). Really, nothing much different happened until he happened to stumble upon a book some earth pony mare had dropped. He would have returned it, but he simply couldn't remember what she looked like, and he found the book right after the mare had wandered into some crowd. So he kept it, and he read it, and Enos gray was completely fascinated by it. The book in question was on famous magicians throughout Equestrian history, and it detailed everypony from Starswirl the Bearded to Celestia herself. He must have read it three times over in a week, mainly because of just how perfectly cool it was that most of these ponies had voices and ideas that had lasted throughout history itself. Slowly, it became his goal to join their ranks as a famous magician himself. The only problem was, he was kind bad at magic. At the very least, his lack of talent in the non-realistic sciences provided an amazing challenge for him to overcome. Still as a (somewhat older) foal, the first logical step he could come up with was to ask his parents. His father, an earth pony, didn't help much in the whole magic predicament but he did give Gray some advice. That is to say, the old stallion told him that part of being famous was having the right attitude. Ponies wanted to look up to those who stood the test of time, and Gray took this to heart. He would struggle with it a bit, but to him being at least polite seemed to be a bit of a core value. His mother, a unicorn, was able to help much more magically. Indeed, one could call him home schooled to a degree. Despite months of private training, poor Gray was only able to get the telekinesis spell down pat, and even then it wouldn't work farther than about ten hooves away. Despite this, the stallion kept pushing forwards. One day, while doing his decidedly weekly event of walking down to the market and just listening to everypony, it occurred to him to look up any spells that could replicate noise, so he took it up as a sort of pet project. For at least a day or so, he visited various spell book shops and libraries looking for just the right spell, only to find very little in the form of sonic magic. Perhaps he was looking in the wrong places, or perhaps in a world where the power of gods was literally contained inside one's head, it hadn't occurred to anypony to make a spell for something as trivial as sound. Regardless of the answer, Gray failed his search, which lead him to the conclusion that if he couldn't find it, he'd make it up. He reasoned it shouldn't be too difficult if unicorns were already finding various magical skills out of the blue simply because it connected to their talents, so why shouldn't he be able to as well? He spent many a night for the next several years finding out just how difficult it would be. Quite frankly, he had no idea where to start, and it took its toll on his optimism. Eventually, he grew frustrated and came fairly close to just giving up altogether. Perhaps he never would have gone anywhere with this, but now that his hobby and dreams were smashed, he had a lot a free time. His father decided that rather then mope about the house it would be nice to take him to see an orchestra he was playing in that evening. And it was a good thing he did, because as Gray sat there listening to the music, he came to an epiphany. For weeks and weeks, he was thinking of noise related magic as any other kind, which would be impossible for him to preform because as aforementioned, he sucked at most spells. Rather, he wondered if sound magic worked in very much the same way music did, only it involving using a unicorn's horn in place of an instrument or a voice box It seemed a little impractical to him as an idea in general, but then again, this was magic he was talking about. With a renewed understanding, or at least with a different view on things, the now just turned stallion began started his progress on sound magic from scratch. And, in a stroke of what would call luck and others would call skill, Enos Gray actually managed to accomplish his goal. With a rough theory on sound and the interaction of the voice box and how it could be connected to various objects through a magical link, he had managed to perform a simple ventriloquism spell. This didn't satisfy him for long, because frankly it was rough, imperfect, and he couldn't get more than a sentence out of something at a time. With some practice, both on the spell and a small deviant on mimicking non-vocal sounds, he created a much more refined version of his prototype. This one, unlike the previous one, could get out at least several articulated sentences, and could mimic various voices (though they had to be similar to the original). The spell could even mimic the sounds of objects, such as a tuning fork. In fact, that was the sound Gray used to test his spell, and that to him was the sound of success. After a childhood of hard work, he had finally stumbled his very own magic that made him unique. A first chapter in what he expected to be a book, one could even say. He was so caught up in enjoyment, he didn't even notice his cutie mark had appeared. When he did notice, it sort of just reaffirmed what he had already believed. That is to say, he knew he was destined to improve his own natural magic until it was flawless. As a full-fledged stallion with a clear picture of what he wanted from life, he decided it was high time he had his own house. Not that he didn't love his parents, but he needed a place that he could call his personal study. The only problem was, he couldn't think of a terribly effective way to make money to buy a Canterlot apartment with basic ventriloquism. So he decided to take up various odd jobs, such as a mailstallion, or shop assistant, or a secretary for one of the various socialites (that job was short lived, admittedly). Once he had enough money, he rented out a small little apartment in one of the slower corners of the capital. To him, it was perfect: not too big, not too loud, not too run down, and it was walking distance from the markets. Even then, he would still walk down and continue his habits of just listening to ponies. Although he could better remember names and faces, a voice was still the most distinguished feature of a pony to him. And so he continued with his life. During the next few months he would switch jobs several times, eventually landing himself a position as the second-in-charge-of-managing-the-curtains to a up and coming orchestral group. Really, this was the first job that intrigued Gray, because he had a perfect earshot of some fairly good music. And he got payed for it! In between jobs and hobbies, he also learned two new of his very own spells: One which actually read letters aloud in the voice of those who wrote them (this one was very tricky to actually do, and he needed to actually get an imprint of the pony writing the letter's voice and imprint it on paper. Not easy at all) and the second one was more of an improvement on his first spell. This time around, he could get various accents out of voices, rather than just slight changes. But, he still juggles his life around, and hopes that one day he gets recognized for all of his hard work so as to join the great spellcasters of Equestria in history.

I suppose I haven't played much of the mario games, but what I have played I've found very difficult not to like. The rpgs would have to my favorite games, with yoshi's island following close behind. They truly are great games. The final bosses are always done very well in every game I've played. I'd go so far as to say those are the best parts. Who could forget giant baby bowser, if you've played yoshi's island? Or rather who could forget any bowser fight?

I wish I could pick everything from the Lord of the Rings, but alas, I cannot. So I'll have to settle for this one, simply because of how it perfectly captures the utter epicness (and there is no better word) of the soundtrack. Magnificent.

Well, hey. When it just boils down to it, remember that this character is just that. A character. Sure he may creep you out, and it may even disturb you that you naturally do this, but it really just is a story. It's completely fake, and it doesn't reflect on you at all. I would think that this would be as creepy as you mention because you would never consider doing this anywhere ever, outside of a work of fiction. Don't forget, you can always tone it down to a more bearable level, as well. I hope I can at least help a little here.

You know what? If I were a villain, I would start a henchmen academy. Evildoers need to get their minions from somewhere, right? I could just sell some of the best students off if money ever got tight. I'd have an endless supply of personal henchmen (just send them on missions for me and call 'em on the job experience). I'd even get to join all of the best evil circles and all of that jazz. But the best part? Henchman are so important to villainy, that I'd not only be safe from sudden but inevitable betrayal (villains want minions. I doubt they'd want to run of school of them if somepony took me out) but I'd also have their protection from heroes. If I ever needed their help, I'd just call up on some minion loan debts or perhaps play the whole if-you-let-me-rot-here-in-prison-you'll-have-to-recruit-your-own-followers-and-we-all-know-what-a-waste-of-time-that-is card. Simple, yet elegant.

Fantasy listened intently. This talent of his seemed remarkably helpful, as far as talents go. She glanced at her own cutie mark, musing that it essential meant she went her own way, regardless of if it got her lost. [colour=#800080]"Lucky you had a friend to teach you. I had to read up on dozens of magical textbooks to learn about spells. Oh you should have seen the look on the librarian's face when an earth pony was checking out more spellbooks than most unicorns!" [/colour]She chuckled at the thought. [colour=#800080]"But yes, a game usually proves interesting. I suppose I've asked my fair share of questions, though. Mayhaps you have a few for me? I'd rather us be even than with me at an advantage, what with all of your answers."[/colour]

Fantasy raised her eyebrow at the mention of Darkness' parents. That certainly seemed harsh indeed. She didn't get to reflect much on this, when the pegasus mentioned a torch. [colour=#800080]"Wait, how can you tell if there's a torch behind the-" [/colour]She stared as he opened the door, and there was indeed a torch. [colour=#800080]"Okay, that was impressive. I've been spelunking for quite a while, and I can't even make calls like that."[/colour] Fantasy was just as impressed when Darkness mentioned it was a magic torch. She glanced at it, and indeed it was. He certainly knew his magic. Inside the room, once she looked away from the torch, she noticed it was well furnished. Dusty, but it had tables and cushions. Perhaps a dining room, but that could be figured out later. Walking to the other side of the table so as to face him, she politely sat down. Once a Canterlot pony, always a Canterlot pony, in both mannerisms and poise. [colour=#800080]"So, how shall this play out? Would you care to tell your story first, or perhaps we could make a small game out of this. Question for a question type of thing. Your call, I believe."[/colour]

Fantasy smiled. [colour=#800080]"You certainly catch on fast." [/colour]She was pleased to see that Darkness was at least not as shy as he was earlier. Although she did pause for a moment when he mentioned light. That was important was't it? She checked a few self stitched pockets in her cape, hoping there was something, but somehow a lack of foresight had prevailed. No matter, she reasoned, it would probably be a few minutes till her eyes adjusted to the dark, then she'd be fine. She followed the pegasus down the stairs. [colour=#800080]"So, you never get lost? That must certainly come in handy. I can't get anywhere correctly without maps or experience."[/colour] As they descended, Fantasy realized she might have misjudged the dark. It was going to take more than a few minutes to get used to the lack of light there were walking into. Perhaps asking Darkness to tag along was a better idea than she had thought. Not to mention, a good conversation would keep things interesting. [colour=#800080]"If I do recall correctly, you mentioned being an outcast? That does seem a bit harsh..." [/colour]

My first one's a bit of an odd one, but the first game I ever played was Age of Empires II on the computer. Never was too good at it, and the computer always whipped my behind if it had so much as a slight advantage. But, yeah, I remember loving it so much I would play it before I went to school (I think I was in third grade at the time). I owe my deep love of history to that game, because it did have a surprising amount of factual parts, such as Genghis Khan or Joan of Arc. Oh Celestia, now I want to play it again...

This. This has every single last ounce of my yes, because it is such an unexpected masterpiece coming from a Mario and Luigi rpg of all things. Not only that, but it was the first real final boss I had ever come to respect, and why I hold final bosses in such high regards. So yeah, major nostalgia chills

And now it all makes sense...

Would you mind too terribly if I interrupted the conversation?

Welcome monsieur Qtarax! I do have a few questions, though. If you are chaos, would you happen to spontaneously create order because that would be what you're least likely to do? In which case, how would you not be pure order as well as pure chaos? Of course, simply saying you'd create order must sway you away from that path simply because I would have expected it. Or would this classify as an inconsistently consistent unpredictable moment in which you are both chaos and order at the same time? Wouldn't it be more accurate to simply call yourself a being of pure balance because chaos can't exist on its own, or do you merely live outside of human perception? One last question: If the latter is true, and you do exist outside of the realm of comprehension, how exactly do you manage to make yourself seem reasonable on an internet forum, when the truth is you cannot possible be even slightly rational?

This movie looks absolutely fantastic in every sense of the word! I'm looking forward to seeing the riddle game on the big screen!

I'm more curious as to who the author of books are, but then again its hardly a personal mystery. I'm sure everyone wants to know. Perhaps it was the eighth and a half president and all that silliness was a front... Not to mention, why does that pyramid in the last part of the intro creep me out.

Water? What's that?

Fantasy stood there as Darkness spoke. Not quite knowing what to say, she paused in thought a good long time before speaking. She reasoned it would be best to tread carefully as the pegasus was now visible upset. Although, she noted the outcast as just part of a story she had yet to hear. Chances are, she would be hearing this story somewhat soon, and as a lover of literature, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing at all. Fantasy also realized that Darkness's sentence pretty much explained his entire behavior up to this point, and Fantasy did regret her actions. She felt as thought she forced this whole scenario on him. Finally, she spoke. "You know, I wouldn't call myself an outcast. But I'm not that far from it, really. So, I suppose this is just one whole 'birds of a feather' event, if you'll pardon the cliche. But if you want to know why? I don't know myself. Not yet, anyways. But I like to give the benefit of the doubt, because everypony has a story. Outcasts, as you put it, just don't get to tell theirs as often. Shame really, but such is life, and it continues not noticing the little things. Well, until someone picks up a little thing-" Fantasy gestured towards the old wooden door "-and says, 'You know, I bet this has a story behind it'" She reflected on her statement. It was quite a bit of a ramble more than anything else, but she stood by it.