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PurpleBird last won the day on August 9 2012

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About PurpleBird

  • Birthday 04/20/1995

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    The moon

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  • Main Character
    Canvas Whiz
  • Character 2
    Fimble Harmonia

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  1. That was a pretty good Documentary I think if I were to show a video to anyone 'what' a Brony is I think this video here would do the best explanation (Lots of you have probably already seen it )
  2. PurpleBird

    MLP cast

    Doodles and drawings of the MLP cast
  3. Canvas raised her brow higher but turned to the limping, and now obviously in pain pony, with a look as if un-pleased she was being lied to. She crouched her wings closer to herself and took steps closer to light headed Pegasus. Canvas cocked her head to the side as she circled around the fumbling mare. Her inspection had noticed the loss of balance, the injured side, and dizziness this mare was in. [colour=#4b0082]"You know, you shouldn't be so humble as to lie to someone."[/colour] Canvas had said in a matter-of-fact tone. Her wings spread as she spoke, making it clear she was very serious. It was a harsh thing to say, but, she only meant well.[colour=#4b0082] "I may have came here to get a pencil, but, if you are in this condition I will not allow you to walk around any further. You need rest..." [/colour]Canvas's attitude towards this Pegasus has drastically changed. The earlier attitude of a stuck up artist soon softened and molded into someone genuinely concerned, feeling almost bad she was the cause of this... but partly in her head she argued stubbornly it was the flyers fault as well (flying around so rambunctiously and dangerously, once again reminding herself how silly such practices were). She eye rolled to herself before looking back to Opal. [colour=#4b0082]"I'll tell you what, I'll take the coins I need from you as your payback to purchase the pencil myself. This way you payed my back, but, also means you don't have to walk in pain."[/colour] Canvas could feel herself almost smile as she reassured this mare, but, still kept her narrow expression. Canvas walked to Opals side, her face softened a bit with a small smile. Hoping this was reassuring enough for her to agree.
  4. Fimble felt each hoof closer to being inside her home like taking weight off her back. She hummed harmoniously, and a twirl finished her flamboyant entrance to opening her giant doors. She was about to take one more graceful hoof in the door way, until her ears perked in alert. The sound of hoofs tapping the tiled pathway infront of her gate. Her coral eyes widened more as she turned her snout towards the gate. A gasp filled her throat. [colour=#ffd700]'Oh no! They found me! How could they have found me?' [/colour]was all she could think, even if her logic was lacking to her fear (considering most ponies would run away to their homes). She paniced, a cold sweat ran down her face. The buzzer now went off and her face was in a twitch. She dashed behind a oversize vase that was placed in the entrance way, huddling close to herself. [colour=#ffd700]'what do they simply want to ask meee' [/colour]a whine began in her head. She thought of how many were there, possibly thousands since she never got a good look at the group chasing after her earlier. She looked over. There was no sound to be made, other than the buzzer going off once again. Relief was starting to get to her, but, paranoia was prominent. She looked to her surveillance camera that pointed towards the gate. She had an idea. She instantly thought that it mighht have just been safe looking at the cameras view of what was behind the gate, less likely for a paparazzi photo shoot without her knowing it. She ran inside very quickly, up the three flight of stairs, pass the salon room, the Jacuzzi, and her master bedroom. She got to the surveillance room. Two butler stallionz were hovering over the screens and with questioning expressions. Fimble out of pure haste pushed the two aside. She gritted her teeth as she looked at the screens before her... it was nothing more but one pony. She raised a hoof to place under her chin. [colour=#ffd700]"Hmmm..."[/colour]she thought out loud. Judging from the gear this stallion was wearing, he possibly worked for a magazine or Newspaper of some sort. She had never seen this ponies face before, not that she'd pay attention to anyone wanting to talk to her over and over again about the same thing in the mean while trying to smear her wrongly in tabloids. She cleared her throat, the butlers behind her raised a brow. She raised a hoof as if to silence them for their mute expressions of confusion. She clicked the mic button and proceeded to speak. [colour=#ffd700]"Can I help you?"[/colour] she tried to hold back slight annoyance but showed prominent gesture in being polite. It wasn't really her thing to yell at someone to get off her property... It wasn't a lady thing to do. But, questioning a ponies purpose being on her property should be more than acceptable.
  5. Canvas promptly placed her raised excited hoof to the ground, almost sternly. Canvas narrowed her eyes to pony. It was now apparent, that she now payed attention, that this mare was injured-- wobbly legs with an ache. Canvas was conflicted with feelings, to act as she normally did in the presence of assumed 'ruthless flyer' or genuinely care about this mares injuries. The purple Pegasus lowered her head in thought. She looked forward to the small, almost squished shed that was the thrift shop. Canvas raises her head and looks forward to the shop. She nudges her nose forward to it. [colour=#4b0082]"Here. This is the place!"[/colour] she spreads her wings a bit. A glance to the white Pegasi, clanks of bottles catch Canvas's attentive ears. [colour=#4b0082]"Are you... Alright?"[/colour]
  6. "W-where?!" almost a dozen of them said at once. Their eyes scattered everywhere but where Fimble was for a moment. Camera flashes ended and hysteric ponies questioned among each other. A few pleaded out in disappointment as they realized the much expected Celestial Princess herself was nowhere to be found. As they all stopped rustling about and turned their attention back to their superstar of prey, she had vanished. Fimble had dashed off in a haste as soon as the sudden diversion gave her the opportunity. The journalists and tabloids called out in exasperation to quickly catch up with the speeding Fim. Her galloping hooves down the paved road made an echo of fear and pace. [colour=#ffd700]"Ugh! Dang it!"[/colour] huffing and wheezing escapes her breaths.[colour=#ffd700] "why... is... cardio.. SO HARD." [/colour]she wheezed, distraught from the sound of an angry, bickering mob of flashing cameras and desperate reporters. Fim, feeling the white paved road go into a dip, turned very sharply before they could get themselves on top of the small dip. She found herself turn into a familiar, but much narrower road. A road that was the ally way of the fancy parlors and foreign cafes. She kept still behind a small bit of a cafe, her chest extending in and out, sweat dripping from her forehead. [colour=#ffd700]Now... just a few more blocks away I can get to my mansion... lock my doors.. and just never come out in a few weeks. yeah? yea[/colour] she had almost mumbled her plan, swooshing and panicked eyes looked about as she heard the group of rampaging ponies run past in a cloud of smoke. She looked over from her hiding place, to find the street was clear other than the nearby ponies that soon got their afternoon tea time disturbed from the chaotic pony storm... Fim felt her shoulder slouch and she panted. She looked ahead to the alley, looking forward at the hills and layers of roof tops that paved alongside the trail to her mansion. She could see the white, three story building in the very far distance. She picked up a walking pace, panting slightly from the sudden adrenaline; her legs wobbly from it. After a travel of sight seeing, while still staying low in cover, and slightly window shopping she had finally made it to the big gates of her suburban home. The great gate before her, the bars in the middle entwined together by a giant F emblem, glimmered in the light. She smiled gleefully trotting promptly forward without a slow in her pace a buzzer goes off and the gates open to the path way of her home. Fim, dancing in her step looks back in hope the bizzer goes off again, reassured the gate will be closed. The melody of the buzzer soothed her small worry. She trotted up the flight of stairs to her almost palace like entrance, a smirk of relief and just happy to be away from the outside world... almost a final step at this point into her comfortable, conditioned home. All she could think about was a pony martini and a good bubble bath.
  7. Welcome to Canterlot! Hope you have a great time here! RPing is what this place is best known for!
  8. Canterlot, the city of the rich and glamorous, was bustling down its main street. People across Equestria have come to watch the races. These flying-aerodynamic races were an exciting and uplifting event for the ponies of Canterlot. The masses of ponies were the largest audience the racing games had in years, possibly because this was the supposed race of a century according to Canterlot daily presses, in which most of the community would read and depend on for any of its local news. If it wasn't the encouragement of the newspapers to bring about pony folk to the games, it might have been the appearance of rather well-known celebrities. Diva Daffodil, Top Knot, and even the famous Peppy Peppermint; just to name a few. Among the stars that made an appearance to watch the spectacular race, Fimble Harmonia. Fimble poked her head out from the giant blue balcony, looking at the scene of flyers prepping themselves for the race. She tried keeping her excitement to herself, her hooves shaking. Fimble was never a sporty type, but, having a clear view of everything with the comfort of champaign and the luxury of comfortable chairs it made it hard for her not to try and go to these events on a daily basis. The only downside of this is having to keep a reputation around her civilized friends/company that rather talk among each other than sit back and watch the actual game. She always thought it was silly and pointless they'd do this. Almost disrespectful really for the hard working athletes that try and put on a show. Fimble laid herself slouched in her side chair. her pink sunglasses nestled on the top of her head, bracelets dangled on her hooves, champaign close to her; she was now comfortable for the game. [colour=#808080]"My, my Fimble."[/colour] an unfamiliar stallion, coat white but hair a dark brown slicked back. his curled mustache tweaked by his hoof. Fimble gave an absent gaze at him, but after a sip of her drink she smiled and waited for the possible senator/duke/actor/whatever he may possibly be to speak to her. She mentally prepared herself for the usual boring conversations that stallions seemed to only want to talk about. The key thing she recognized to do, no matter what they are saying, is to just smile and nod in between every break of their sentence. This has saved her from coming off as rude when she never knew what to say/do. He tweeks his mustache again and takes a few steps towards her. [colour=#666666]"It's quite a surprise a mare like yourself comes to these games often. Hmmmmm. Do you have a charity fund for these games? I mean, such a generous pony like yourself that has donated to the filly-colt orphanage must have a said charity in many places, hmm?" [/colour]His accent was obviously fake, his Hoofington tongue cutting in and out. Fimble having to meet many, upon many ponies in her line of work could catch where a pony came from just through speech. It made her giggle a bit this stallion was trying so hard. She thought back to his question and looked up to the sky to think, rubbing her chin. She has donated so much in the past year she had forgotten. She wouldn't be surprised if she did, considering she came her often. She did her signature nod and smile to confirm his question. A sip of her drink once again. She felt uncomfortable that she did not know this stallions name, especially since he addressed her out of the blue. [colour=#FFD700]"Oh, may I ask your name?" [/colour]she said, trying to lean in with slight interest. A brow raised and her glass set aside. [colour=#808080]"Oh, pardon me, I am Duke le Ensemble. I make the finest of stallion suits in Canterlot." [/colour]a smile and another hoof graze of his mustache. Fimble nodded but glanced away with already disinterest, her interest back to the race. It was now about to begin. The Pegasuses lined themselves at the line. Snorts and hooves kicked the plank they had to stand on, wings lifted up, preparing for speedy flights. The announcer called out the count down, everypony became quite, well the ones that sat in the stadium, along with Fimble which eagerly gritted her teethe. [colour=#808080]"Have you placed a be-"[/colour] [colour=#FFD700]"Shh"[/colour] The stallion flared his nose at Fimble's shushing. He turned away with head in the air, commencing towards the crowd of mares that were eating at the small snacks. Fimble smiled that he was finally gone, she now could allow her hooves to rattle at the edge of the balcony. The unicorn announcer fired light into the air with his horn, and now the games were off. It has been 5 minutes and the head of the race by a long shot was a pure black mare. Fimble's tail was shaking with happiness. She didn't care who won, she didn't even bet. The fact alone that the flying itself was becoming more and more intense is all that pertained her interest. She could smell the excitement and disappointment the crowd below her were bellowing out. She giggled loudly, Ponies behind her glared from a distance, she caught herself quickly, a hoof over her mouth, cleared her throat and tried watching the race with collective calmness. She winced at herself for being a bit rowdy and uncivilized. Letting the excitement get to her around company like this wasn't the greatest for her rep. Another 20 minutes in and the mare has won the race. The crowd went even wilder, flags shot into the air. The announcer announced the mares name proudly, a medal is placed around her neck. Another good game won. The gentlecolts and mares that were on the balcony finally glanced at the race as the excitement down below could be heard clearly from atop. A few mares would absently say "Oh that was a good game." or another would say as their snout still stood in the air, "I say, wasn't that thrilling". As for Fimble she kept her commentary to herself as she felt her insides jumble with excitement, refraining from prancing about and singing. This was impossible for the young mare. [colour=#FFD700]"Oh~ ♫ What a game, a race of honorable steeds~ ♪"[/colour] she now twirled in her chair, the others tried walking away slowly. "Oh no, not this" a pony remarked before ducking their heads away from the musical scene that was about to bestow. [colour=#FFD700]"Oh~ What a game, what a game~ ♫" [/colour][colour=#000000]her voice sang gracefully out towards the spectators and athletes, which all became startled and looked up at the balcony where they find Fimble twirling and singing. Lots of ponies below whistled and enjoyed her rhythmic voice.[/colour] [colour=#FFD700]"Dashing and thrilling the game is to mee~ ♫ Oh what a game indeed~♪ the winner takes their rightful place at the wonderful game~ Oh~ What a game, what a game~ What a race, what a raaaccceeee~♪~♫" [/colour][colour=#000000]as she twirled past the staring civilized company she danced and twirled about as if she was in her own setting. She jumped and twirled mid air on the edge of the fountain that was displayed on the balcony. The ponies around her began to watch her in awe, as if this was the entertainment... [/colour] [colour=#FFD700]"Look around and you will seeeee~ ♪the awe that transpired from the great race before theeee~♫ What a game~ Oooohhhh What a gaaammmee, a race fit for meee-"[/colour] Suddenly as she does a graceful step off the fountain and to the steps down below, a camera flashes in her face. She stops in mid step and almost tumbles over, before her were journalists and a long stretch of reporters. She stood frozen, she gasped. The immediate thought that raced through her mind as her eyes focused in and out of the powerful flash. [colour=#FFD700]"Oh no...! I probably look terrible! I-I can't have pictures now! I'm an embarrassment!"[/colour]
  9. Are you back for good? Because if so, I would like to continue our RP thread. :)

  10. Stephen King's Bag of Bones. It's an alright movie
  11. ;~; I feel really bad just NOW coming back to this community. My business has decreased derastically now that my first semester of school is over and my second semester is pretty relaxing! I hope to come back here and be a regular user again. I apologies for all the promised RPs and unfinished RPs I left behind ;; and those promised requested drawings of your guyses ponies. Life events, now having a part time job, and school took a major tole on me. Considering this is going to be my final year ( It has been my most buisiest year. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *feels like a total jerk* This means I am back in business and am up for MLP RPs. I've been in the mood to RP these past few days, and now so much has happened in MLP and I'm so pumped about the finally! I am so prepared for some RP stuff! -PB again I am so... so... sorry
  12. Application Form Name: Quick Silver Gender: Mare Species: Unicorn Description/cutie mark: A partying mare with nothing better to do than play her electric guitar. Quick Silver isn't her actual name, for she changed it due to her change of style and custom to being in many many bands. Quick Silver is quite a mystery since she's not the type to open up to not just anypony. A reckless wanderer, due to her family kicking her out at such a young age, because of her behavior and attitude. They were sick of her staying at home and partying it up, free-loading off of them. Silver Comes from Brithoof (Britian, but in Equestria, and she has the thick accent), a area not so common to most since most ponies there stay there than roam outside. Silver, the reckless wanna-be rock star as she is, could never keep a stable job with any band she's come across. Either from fighting, loss of interest, or one of the members getting onto her bad side. As a wanderer she's been through more boyfriends than an outhouse has gone through toilet paper. Being not so independent she always does seek a companion, maybe not so much for love an nurturing, but just for some one she can depend on until she decides to kick it to the high-way again. But, maybe some stallion out there might change her around~ Her cutie mark is a electric guitar with a lightning bolt behind it, she got it the day she was kicked out, and tried to form a metal-head band with her few friends. It lasted for about a year until everyone went their own way. Picture:
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