silversigil

I'd like to give it a try.

Problem solved.

Prime trotted down the road with his unicorn companion following, feeling bored he decided to learn more about the pony. “So, Equestionare what do you do in ponyville?”

He turned behind him to look at the Equestionare waiting for his answer.

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria

Name: Bridge Breaker

Sex: male

Age: stallion

Species: unicorn

Coat Color: dull grey

Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: long black unkempt mane and tail, tribal tattoo style markings on upper back and forelegs.

Eye Color: hazel

Cutie Mark: broken hoofcuffs [Free spirit]

Physique: average height, somewhat thin

Origin: born in Hoofington [currently lives in hotels were he’s on tour]

Occupation: musician

Motivation: Is looking for a way to enjoy life to the fullest and experience as much as he can.

Likes: Bridge Breaker is well known by his friends for being extremely impulsive,

Many times he has made decisions that made no sense to anyone but though all of them he still seemed to enjoy his self. It is more common to find him in a bar or playing cards in his free time, but regularly he will get an idea for some sort of prank or activity to keep himself entertained. On one occasion it was reported that he had walked into a club and started playing at the piano waiting to see how long it would take for people to recognize him. After getting into a fight with the actual pianist he was kicked out of the club and banned from entry.

Dislikes: Bridge Breaker was raised in a family with very traditional values, for most of his youth he was held to very high standards for showing respect and having proper manners. Because of this, he becomes much more serious when someone acts disrespectful or is intentionally rude.

History: parents live in Hoofington were he started work just out of school. After several years he eventually got his cutie mark and left to become a musical performer.

Parents: both met as young adults, gave birth to three kids (he is the youngest). Parents were very stern in raising their children.

Cutie Mark Story: When Bridge breaker was in school he was very anti-social, seldom spoke and avoided most of the other students. He was up-tight, never laughing at a joke or showing joy at anything. He was always stressed for no reason and worried about everything that could go wrong. A while later his parent had thrown a birthday party for him, many of the fillies and colts from his school had shown up, some brought presents though none knew what he wanted or even liked. After opening most of the presents with little amusement his father walked off to another room to retrieve something. As the father walked in with a black oddly shaped case, the boy looked to his father with curiosity and confusion. Setting the case in front of his son he stepped back and smiled waiting patiently, the case was old and the material was damaged and stained, but when the colt opened it and gazed upon the beautiful guitar inside; not a single scratch or imperfection on it, he was speechless. It was his grandfather’s he hadn’t seen it since he was very little, he had almost completely forgotten it. “It’s yours now, grandpa would have wanted you to have it,” his father spoke a bittersweet tone to his voice. From that day on he played whenever he could; even taking it to school, he barely ever worried anymore and he opened up to the other student’s. One day, he thought back on that birthday and how he had been before it he wondered why he ever was like that. Then it came to him, the only reason he didn’t socialize or enjoy anything is because he wouldn’t let himself, he had to break free from his own insecurities and do what he wanted to do that when he noticed the mark on his flank and realized what his purpose was: to show the world that there are no limitations to what we can do if we don’t except them.

Instrument: electric guitar is a Les Foal with a pair of humbucker pick-ups a whammy bar and a Silver Sunburst finish. The guitar is run off of his magic he is also able to use his magic to create various guitar effects.

Current state: Later on in his career he saved up enough bits and pay for lessons in classical music. Though guitar is his best instrument he learned to play piano along with several string instruments. He is currently on tour with the band he’s in as lead guitar and back-up vocal, as of now they have become more popular and have recently started getting higher class gigs.

The Band: named the Colt Coral they had met and started the band when all of the members where almost stallions, though they got older the name just stuck. The band consists of a lead guitarist, rhythm guitarist, bassist, drummer, lead vocalist, and pianist. This is their second tour after being signed with a record label, after the tour the contract will expire. After their first tour they had built up a considerable number of fans, their label planned a second tour that would travel all over Equestria and finish in Canterlot.

cutie mark

Prime managed to find a hotel nearby, as he slipped into bed he tried to relax himself for the work he had tomorrow. After several hours he found it impossible to sleep and just lay in bed with a blank stare.

At this prime nodded to the mare and left to find a hotel. ‘I hope there’s still rooms available.’

After all his things together he walked up to the counter. “Hey, thanks for letting me stay while I was out, if you need anything … well I kinda’ owe you one,”

he smiled slightly finding humor in the situation.

“Oh…WAIT WHAT!!!”

he knew that he didn’t have much to do but he’d still have to explain to the his Pegasus friend where he was and he wasn’t the most pure of mind … or tightest of lips.

“Look I’m really sorry about this I hope I didn’t inconvenience you,” he had an embarrassed look on his face he really didn’t like looking weak in front of others.

Several hours had passed and it was getting close to sunset when Prime awoke, “uuuhh … my head, were am I?”

He looked around his vision blurry he couldn’t tell if anypony was there.

“Your guess is as good as mine… but if you don’t mind I need to go lay down for a bit."

As he walked towards the exit only a few steps away he began to feel his energy drain from him, his vision darkening he fell to the floor out cold.

Prime leaned against the front desk and dried to slow his heart, 'maybe I should just go find a hotel and call it a day.'

“… yeah I guess you’re right,” Prime didn’t feel like dealing with the Pegasus he was arguing with anymore. “Thanks for looking for the book, but I don’t think I really need it anymore.”

“Grreeeaaat … seems like I can’t get a break ever.” He was usually in a better mood, but he had had a string of bad luck and it showed no sign of going away.

Prime was in a state of shock, he had no idea how to react to what happened. “What … happened?”

Blankly staring as the unicorn shook him he eventually somewhat snapped back to reality. “Uuuuhhh….what?” he noticed the book in front of him and after a few strenuous moments of fighting with another will in his head he succeeded in closing it, falling to the ground he laid still breathing heavily.

Prime’s eyes were drawn to the strange book; though the pages were illegible to him, it seemed to bring forth repressed memories and emotions. He had spaced out and was lost in memories of his parents.

(It could be anything, maybe an ancient spell book, a long forgotten diary of your character's, a photo album of you and your family from when you where a child, or maybe something else)

As Prime flipped through the pages quickly reading the contents the expression of confusion slowly changed to a tone of bittersweet joy and and sadness.

(I guess It'll probably something with a slice of life feel)

“THANK YOU!!!...I’ve been trying to tell my friend that she broke the flight speed record.” He took a moment to take a breath then responded to her other statement.

“Well… I guess there’s only one way to find out,” he opened the book as they both read the page that it opened to.

“Fairly recent, since the last young flyers contest,” he replied putting the book on the table next to her.

“I found this book in the sports section I don’t think it belongs there though.” He was a little curious as to what the content of the black book was.

Looking through the various sports books he could find nothing pertaining to his desired subject. After searching for a few moments he noticed an out of place book.

It was black with gold embossing. He picked it up and brought it back with him.

(since this isn't really gonna have any bearings later on you wanna just go with the ship for fun?)

“Alright,” prime went off to the Isle to search for the book.

(no problem I don't mind)

“If you’d like, I could help you find it,” he said walking up to one of the shelves searching.

“O-oh, I didn’t think anyone was here,” he spoke caught off guard by the mare in front of him, “I’m looking for a book of athletic records.”

As he spoke he examined the mare a bit more thoroughly, ‘she seems to be in surprisingly good shape for a librarian.’

Pushing the thought to the back of his mind he brought his focus back to the matter at hoof.

After a bit of walking Prime managed to find a library, ‘let’s just hope they have the book I’m looking for.”

He pushed through the door to find the building; as far as he could tell, empty. “hello anyone here?” he spoke as he walk over to the desk, ‘maybe there out and forgot to lock up.’ At this thought he considered leaving but decided that they probably wouldn’t mind.

“Now that I know, is a lie!” the Pegasus mockingly exclaimed.

“I’m telling you, the flight speed record was broken recently.” Prime spoke visibly annoyed by the Pegasus; he had already finished his business and was just making small talk, his “friend” had brought up records and they had gotten into an argument on the current record holder for top flight speed by a Pegasus.

“Who?” The Pegasus asked.

“Some amateur flyer from the Best Young Flyers competition.”

“No way.”

“Alright I’ll prove it to you where’s a library.”

The Pegasus pointed a hoof of down the street in a vague direction, so Prime followed his direction.