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MasterMustang

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  1. If you mean go ahead with my request then yes I will! You'll have fun with this...

    If I may, I would be honored if you blessed your magical canvas with the humble graces of my OC, Master Brew "Mustang" Highkick. ^^

    Character Name: Master Brew "Mustang" Highkick

    Character Description/References: All you need is here. Sadly I only have one picture of him... u.u

    Type of Request Done: I really can't choose... they all look cool... I think maybe the watercorn concept may look best but I dont know... I didn't get any of my mother's artistic skillz... (sadface)

    Pose, clothing, ect?: Just basically follow his picture within the link but feel free to be creative with him, want you to have fun with it. I kinda based him on Ryu from Street Fighter, speaking of which... I would like him in a pose similar to this:

    --- You know, kinda that heroic martial artist look.

    Ryu-nxcfix.jpg

    If it helps, attached is my original drawing of him. Hope you accept and have fun with it. ^^

    post-4433-0-64152400-1353379734_thumb.jp

  2. >Lt. Tailwind (RLF Secret Bunker, Col. Striker's Office)

    Sighing, Tailwind made his way down the Command Hall toward the office of the new Col. Striker, who he had been ordered to go to. If he was being sent to a Colonel for this...then things must be worse than he thought. A few guards glanced at him and snickered as he made his way down, a couple shaking their heads in pity...the later which irked Tailwind the most. Grimacing, he approached the door and knocked before entering. Saluting Striker, he took his spot in front of the desk. The nervous young stallion sat quietly in his seat, keeping his eyes ahead as he prepared himself for the greatest scolding of his life. Why, things just seemed to be getting worse and worse...and by the end of the day, he would no doubt be either receive a court-martial or be deported to some random, far-off outpost. Now, all he could do was wait for his imminent fate...and each passing second made him more and more twitchy.

    The Colonel sits silently glaring coldly at the Lieutenant... This idiot may have just started a war on a second front. If Twilight dies in their hands then the RLF will not only have to face the war with Pierrot alone but also the GEF fury. Also... if she dies... he doesn't know... He looks away to hide the sharp pain of the thought and he returns is angered gaze to Tailwind. He gets up from his desk and walks quitely to his side until only inches seperate them. Striker looks down upon Tailwind... [colour=#006400]"I'm going to be straight with you... if I didn't need every last one of you on the ready for this potential war, I would have shipped your sorry *** to the brigg... if she dies I will demote your whole security detail and put you on latrime duty with your own toothbrush till the day I retire... do you understand me, trooper?" [/colour] Striker speaks very coldly. His words are like spears of ice while his eyes are beaming with a brilliant fire... After Tailwind replies, Striker says, [colour=#006400]"Dismissed, get out of my sight..." [/colour] Just as the Lt. was just about to leave and open the door, the Colonel reveals something very troubling. [colour=#006400]"Hold up. Tell this to no pony... FIY, that mare you shot was no other than Twilight Sparkle... I don't think I need to tell you what would happen if she died in out hands... now go, carry on."[/colour]

    After Tailwind leaves, Striker continues to sit quietly glancing at his watch...

    (If you want, Val, you can control Dr. Ivy for posting.)

  3. I'm so getting in on this but I'm gunna take a creative approach with a tribute character of mine. Enjoy! ^^

    BTW, this whole thing reminds me ot the Guilds from the world of Ravnica in MTG.

    1. Names: Sub-Zero

    2. Sexes: Stallion

    3. Ages: 28 (in human years.)

    4. Species: Earth Pony

    5. Appearance:

    sub_zero_pony_vector_by_kyute_kitsune-d4o495l.png

    Sub-Zero is a stallion of medium height but he appears much taller as he is one of the few known ponies who have adapted to walking bipedally on their rear hooves. This is more of a social custom of his clan but its also very effective in combat. Sub-Zero has a very strong and defined physique. His coat is a cold cyan, and his eyes are an icy sky blue. He has a short mane and tail and are brilliant, almost biolumnescent, ice blue. His physical features are only known to his clan and anyone outside has never seen him without his mask, let alone his armor. His cutie mark is that of a frozen ninja star.

    6. Origins/Residence: Sub-Zero and his clan live in the far frozen north just outside the Icewalker's Domain. His clan avoids the city as they are seen as nothing more than ignorant tribals and thus bring unnecessary attention to themselves. They are rather isolated within the mountains north of the city. His village is hidden amungst the lone tundra forest within a caldera of an ancient extinct volcano.

    7. Bio/Background: Sub-Zero is a earth pony of his clan, the Kori no Yurei, the "Ice Ghosts" in his clan's ancient language. His bloodline is that of nobility in his clan and thus he is very well respected and highly regarded. He is the current grandmaster of his clan like his father before him. His childhood was formal and tough. Endless amounts of training make him as strong and as cold as arctic ice. He never knew what love was. The closest thing was his mother's affection which for some reason she would only show in private. Perhaps she wished to keep it secret so that Sub-Zero's father wouldn't think that she is weakening him. The only emotion he has ever shown was anger otherwise he was and is very lacking in emotional expression and ties. His parents are dead and he has no siblings, only a few cousins. He vowed to his father at a young age to be the strongest warrior ever. Today his clan has fallen on hard times and he is the only cryomancer left in his clan regardless of the many strong assassins he has. So, Sub-Zero has taken it upon himself to abandon his clan's isolation and step out into the world as a mercenary. His loyalty is to the highest bidder but still only second to his clan. 90% of his earnings he sends back to his people so they can afford food and medicine. The rest he keeps for his travels.

    Hows this? ^^

  4. Col. Star Striker - RLF Secret Bunker, Medical Bay ---> Command Deck

    The new Colonel arrives at the medical level and rushes to the ICU until he is stopped by the head surgeon, Dr. Clear Ivy, Chief Warrant Officer. She is one of the best field doctors we have. She treated Striker several times before and during the war. She looks like she is getting prepped for surgery. [colour=#EE82EE]"Easy there, sir. Where are you going?" [/colour]she asks condenscending tone of voice.

    [colour=#006400]"Look, Doc. I need to see the infiltrator. A purp-... I mean... a mare that was shot by one our security. I need to interrigate her." [/colour]Striker pleads with a concerned but still anger sort of voice. Under his skin hides great worry and concern for Twilight. Normally Striker would still be feeling tormented by these feelings but because of the situation, he simply acts and doesn't think.

    [colour=#EE82EE]"Well that will have to wait, sir. The bullet pierced her left chest cavity above her heart. She should be fine but the surgey is still risky. She's lucky that she fell flat after the round struck her otherwise the bullet would have fallen and knicked her aorta. If that was to happen she would have been dead by the time help arrived. This mare is some sort of lucky that rivals yours but she isn't out of the woods yet, because of the severity of the wound and the threat it poses to her, I will be performing the surgery. It will be at least an hour, sir. Please calm yourself and wait."[/colour] she says trying to get Striker to relax.

    Striker sighs. [colour=#006400]"I see. I have every confidence in your abilities Doc. Page me when the surgey is done and she is awake."[/colour]

    [colour=#EE82EE]"Yes, sir." [/colour]Doc Ivy replies as she heads into the ICU surgery room, number 3. Striker turns to find 1st Lt. Ironside behind him who greets him with a salute. [colour=#0000CD]"Sir, will she be alright?"[/colour]

    [colour=#006400]"She should be..." [/colour]he says softly but then his eyes harden and his neck muscles stiffen. [colour=#006400]"Bring Lt. Tailwind to my office... now..."[/colour] he growls slightly as he turns and heads back to the elevator. He makes his way back to the command deck and slams his door as he enters his office and falls into his chair, craddling his head with his hooves. [colour=#006400]"Please, Celestia... Luna... let her be ok..."[/colour]

  5. The fastest aircraft I have at my disposal (which is rather limited after the war) is a pair of F-22 Raptors able to reach a max speed of 2,410 km/h and has a range of over 2,500 km/hr... but that range is only with extended-external fuel tanks so that is more like 1,700 km. So lets say you are about 3,500 km away, then? So... I guess you are screwed... sorry...

    Makes me wish I had a baslistic missle satilite in orbit... *caugh Freelancer caugh* (lol jk)

  6. [colour=#006400]"Applejack, it's Striker, I know this is a secure line but I need to talk to you in person. Do you know where Site X-117 is? You may know it as the old Equestrian Aerospace Defense Command bunker. Please, I need to-"[/colour] just as Striker was about to finish 1st Lieutenant Ironside, an MP, pages Striker for an urgent matter over the P.A. [colour=#0000CD]"Col. Striker, page Security Station - A. We have a situation, sir. I repeat, Col. Striker, please page Security Station - A immediately. There is a situation. Over."[/colour]

    [colour=#006400]"D***it... I'm sorry, mam, but I need to go. Arange for an escort to Site X-117 ASAP. See you soon." [/colour]Striker hangs up and immediately dials the number for the security station.

    [colour=#0000CD]"Security Station - A, 1st LT. Ironside. Is this you Col. Striker, sir?"[/colour]

    [colour=#006400]"It is, what the Tartarus is going on up there, soldier?"[/colour]

    [colour=#0000CD]"Sir, Lieutenant Tailwind was making his rounds and stumbled upon and intruder. He discharged his weapon and she is in critical condition. We are moving her to the Medical Level's ICU."[/colour]

    There is a silence at the end of the line. Those words sent a shiver down Striker's spine... Twilight... Soon this shiver spawned a very angery stallion. [colour=#006400]"HE WHAT?!?!"[/colour]

    [colour=#0000CD]"Sir, he-"[/colour]

    [colour=#006400]"You mean to tell me that we have a base full of highly trained personel able to detain a lone, single, and unarmed prisoner with no effort and the first thing that dumb*** does is fire his weapon?!?! What kind of security detail are you running?!?!"[/colour]

    [colour=#0000CD]"But, sir, we-"[/colour]

    [colour=#006400]"Save it, 1st Lieutenant. If she dies, Tailwind will get a court-marshal, and you will be demoted. Is that understood?" [/colour]he growls.

    [colour=#0000CD]"Yes... copy that, sir. (Get her to the ICU Medbay NOW or it will be your *** in there!!!) Ironside, out."[/colour]

    The Colonel slams his hoof on his desk in a fit of rage. Do these idiots even remember their basic training and the rules of engagement? Do not fire unless fired upon, unless you have orders otherwise to prosecute targets freely. He gets up and burst out his door and towards the elevator. Everypony in the Command Deck and onward stare in a little fightened silence. Striker looks like a rampaging buffalo on the charge. He gets in the elevator and presses the button for the Medbay just below the Helipad level and aircraft maintance bay level. [colour=#006400]"Somepony is getting a boot up their ***..."[/colour]

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