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  1. Shame
    Now that I have cleaned up my keyboard... >.> <.< Don't judge... I have two requests, but to make sure everybody gets a turn and I don't make it onto LM's hitlist Whichever is easiest for you, Moon. 1. Shame (https://www.dropbox....r/DarkShame.png) magically dragging Vox (https://www.dropbox....9iy/VoxCast.png) with a bored/annoyed expression. Animated and small, for a signature. 2. Shame, Hatred, and Cowardice, in a three headed row. Left to right = Cowardice, Shame, Hatred, for a banner. The only difference between the three ponies is that Hatred is a female, and has a bit brighter colors than Shame, Cowardice has darker colors, and a white streak through his mane. Cowardice wears a cowl and Hatred doesn't have any distinctive clothing besides a pin in her hair like the skull on Shame's hood. THANK YOU! SO VERY MAWCH! Why wub woo, Wovin'Moonwight. :3
  2. Shame
    Red looks down at the blade, then back to Powder with a dull expression. "Get your blade out of my face, filth." He growls through barred teeth. "If you are a prisoner, you are galloping towards the gallows." He glares at him through the blood, ignoring his injuries. If you want to fight me, im not empty. He unfurls his wings to reveal 4 more pistols on their underside, 3 more holsters on his right aide and a blunderbuss on his left. "Choose your next step carefully, because you have 120 guns pointed at your head right now, and all you have is a flimsy piece of steel." He pushes the blade away. "Get on your knees."
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    Red cackles maniacally, discarding the pistol. The smoking barrel is covered by a bloodstained coat as Red begins to throw around orders. A group of ponies apprehends the dead captain and remove his coat. Red retrieves said cloth and dons it, grabbing the deckhand and lifting him by his mane. He winds up and throws the carcass overboard, letting it fall for a moment before hitting the water, staying reasonable afloat as a few loan sharks swim around it, taking testing nudges before one grabs a limb and... Well, use your imagination. The dead captain is dragged to the bow, where a noose is wrapped around his neck and his body is left to hang off the nose of the ship. The crew erupts to cheer as the ship across the water turns to flee. "No prisoners, hmm? Oh well, enough fun for one day. Get the flags?" He asks to the first mate, who nods in return. "Good, set course for Canterlot harbor." He orders, watching the ship flee without their captain. A smirk grows as he sees the first mate taking command. 'A natural... Maybe a good fight some day...' (Red feeds the flag carrier to the sharks and Majesty is hung from the bow of the ship. The Sobraine makes way to Canterlot harbor with the 11 flags gained, and Red ponders his future confrontations with Royal Range)
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    Red growls in frustration. He responds with a flurry of reckless, but still rather precise blows, drawing many parries, with only two cuts through the other captain's uniform. Tiring out he turns to defense, blocking every strike until a single low hook drops his guard, followed by a swipe up through Red's open defense. The blade kisses across his face, a bright red line from cheek to mane. He stumbles back and touches his face with a hoof, finding the blood. He roars out and dashes back forward, interrupting the Naval Officer's flourish. He lands three more strikes upon iron before tossing his sword to the other hoof. While the other captain watches the sword, he brings a cold iron horseshoe across his muzzle, pushing him back. When he regains his balance, Red has a flintlock drawn, aimed directly at the captains muzzle from 5 feet away. "I don't take kindly to your games. The honor of pathetic worms such as the likes of you do not concern me." He glances to his crew and orders: "Take the flags." He refocuses on Majesty as his forefeather wraps around the trigger. About 10 of the crewmen pounce onto the flag carrier and begin to beat him mercilessly, the first mate retrieving the flags. Red grins at Majesty, a cocky look ever present. "You dont look so confident looking down the barrel of a gun now, runt." His gaze wanders as he bring s the aim down and pulls the trigger, a gunshot ripping through the air and the poor captains leg. Red drops the smoking gun and draws another from beneath his wing, aiming it at Majesty's head. "Now, humor me. Any last words?" (Red takes a second cut to the face and responds by sucker punching Majesty and pulling a gun. His crew beat the flag carrier to death and take the flags as Red shoots Majesty's front left leg and draws a second gun.)
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    Red extends his wing, sheath hidden beneath it, sword hakf drawn in his hoof. He brings the cold iron out and rears up into a combat stance. "A pity to waste such talent." He drones through his thick accent. "I have no formal training, and I have gutted better fish than you." He snarls. "But, if it would please you, take your initiative." He glares down the officer, having not expected the height of the stallion, a good 3 inches minimum above him. He glances to his crew behind the stallion, two of them holding shackles and the rest with their swords drawn and hidden. Most of them nod, the others remain focussed on the sailor in front of their captain with hatred. "En garde." (Red prepares to fight as a trap ominously looms over Majesty.)
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    Red is left to laugh again, trying to cope with the feeble minded captain. He takes to drawing his sabre and raising it up high, ensuring the other captain could see. He lowers it, waiting for the captain to come to him. He turns to his crew, watching them step off the guns, and makes his way down to the deck. This would be fun, and he was going to get his flags too! (Short post, Red set the duel to Swords, and made his way to his own deck to fight.)
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    Red doesnt even stop to think, he immediately bursts out laughing, the crew slowlly joining him until it is clearl heard aboard the other ship. "These aнютины глазки (Pansies) dare to test our might!? I think they need a demonstration!!!" He calls out grabbing back onto the wheel. "Come about!" He orders, turning the ship 90 degrees. "Hooves on the pushka!" About 15-20 ponies run below deck. A few moments later, the massive bronze lion opens its gaping maw, giving the other crew a look down the barrel. With a sick grin, Red orders the canon to scare them, and calls to fire. In an amazing display of explosive power, the canon explodes out the barrel, the massive canon ball sailing through the air following an ear shattering boom. Fire billows out and the canon ball is left to gracefully fly through the air before coming down onto a canon, cutting across the top of the deck, splattering and smashing all in its way before braking through the lip of the other side and plunging into the ocean, about 150 feet off. Red cackles as the smoke billows through the nostrils of the lion, its mouth closing again. The crew returns to the deck as the ship is brought back around. (The Sobraine fired the Tsar Canon at the Alicorn and grazed the deck, taking out two guns and a handful of ponies)
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    A wicked grin spread across Red's muzzle. "A navy ship... Oh, this will be fun..." He turns the boat in pursuit of the Alicorn, ordering full sail. The guns are run back and hidden, including the tsar canon. He slowly catches up on the other vessel. A parrott is set on his shoulder as he finishes writing a letter. He rolls it up and ties it to the parrots leg. Coming to a sparring distance, Red sets the parrot to fly over to the other ship. The letter it carries reads as this: "It is of this vessel's understanding that you are in the possesion of hostages, knowing you are a battle tried navy vessel. This one asks of you to send every hostage on the ship directly over, immediately. The guns of Celestia are against your head and it woukd be well advised if you come quietly. Any collected flags and hostages are to be sent over on a dingy and faster than the fuse of my patience, and your ship will be spared. Thank you." Red resets his hat and watches the ship as the parrot lands on the deck, a barrel to be exact. ((Red pulls up next to the Alicorn and demands the hostages and flags through parrot message))
  9. Shame
    I LOVE FORZA. I'm a mechanic, I love cars, Forza is like softcore pornography.
  10. Shame
    Oh... Oh! Okay, never mind, sorry!
  11. Shame
    Oh, Hatred and her two brothers were magically experimented on by an underground cult, long before the crowning of Celestia and Luna, back when Equestria was more feudal. I can go into more detail if it's really necessary, sorry!
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    Name: Astaroth Appearance: Red eyes, white dress gloves, dark purple cloak, pale skin, and black hair. Her face is always covered in shadow, but on extremely rare occasions, she lowers her hood to reveal delicate, soft features on a feminine face. A black rose tattoo'd halfway around her left eye is the only outstanding feature besides her ruby red eyes. The cloak can part in the center, in which case up to the top of her chest can be seen. She wears renassiance era clothing, resembling a harlot almost. Her frame is like that of a model, young and new, constantly improved with every soul she consumes. Personality: She is not keen on talking most of the time, but when her secondary personality takes over, she becomes extraordinarily cruel and evil. She prefers to enact the most painful deaths possibly to those she does not like, and prefers to do the work herself Motivation: To tear down the monarchy and force the citizens to slaughter each other for her amusement Powers: She is a necromancer, one of the most powerful to ever exist in any plane of reality. Her use of her powers are limited, as they can be the death of her. But in dire situations, she will destroy worlds to preserve her own life. Her main power is her countless tendrils (Usually 4 visible) that act almost like sentient beings, like pets almost. The devouring of life essence/souls are what keeps her alive, whereas her powers drain what she consumes. Name: Hatred Appearance: Just like Shame (My avatar), except for with a black mane and two red eyes. Personality: Same as her controller. Powers: Same as her controller.
  13. Shame
    Do I still need to apply the same way? And will I still be playing a controller?
  14. Shame
    So, could I apply for the role of the villain?
  15. Shame
    If the Adventure topic is chosen, I would LOVE to apply for the villain, if you would let me! Just let me know when, or if I should apply as such :3
  16. Shame
    Well, both have their ups and downs, but I think anthro would be more interesting... Slower progression, more detail, me gusta.
  17. Shame
    Equestrian Pie! Holy jeezus I've had that idea for a fic for ages! XD
  18. Shame
    I love this. Everything about it and every possibility. Keep the name, it's good. As for the plot? Use ALL THE PLOTS!
  19. Shame

    So... Lonely...

    1. StarStorm

      StarStorm

      Aw, come on Shame.. You have plenty of awesome friends! I know that I'm here for you! Pm me if you need a friend to talk to, cuz, again, I'm here for you! c:

  20. Shame
    A.K.A. 'Realpolitik' Twilight = Otto Von Bismarck I'm applying on Prussia's side.
  21. Shame
    ...Welcome to the RP, Talex? XD
  22. Shame
    A very worried first mate came running and yelling towards Red, coming to a skidding stop next to him and kneeling. He holds up a telegram and Red takes it, unfurling it and reading it quickly. His expression goes from distaste, to intrigue, to unbridled shock. "...Tsar pushka..." He doesn't believe it, the words just slide out with drastic gravity. "They would trust me with the Tsar's old cannon!? By Celestia truly it is an extraordinary day!" He laughs loudly, nearly a cackle. "Come about! we sail to Canterlot!" Once the ship had turned around and full sail had been set, ale was distributed among the crew, much celebration was to be had. Upon arriving in Canterlot, Red might as well have rented the most expensive courtesan in all of Equestria. In the docks was the biggest gun he had ever seen, the Tsar's Pushka, 39 tons of looming death. He loses control, laughing hysterically as 5 cranes brace it over the deck. A crew of 200 sum odd engineers boards and immediately goes to work. Red brings out the 20 flags that sat in his helm, giving them to the chief engineer, who takes them happily and salutes, trotting off. It only takes a few minutes before the ponies finish and leave. A massive Lion's head protrudes from the bow of the ship, concealing the gargantuan cannon. Red is below deck, lustily drawing circles in the etched brass and kissing the monster of pure power. "The Long Arm of Fyodor..." He coos, letting his crewmen finish loading the behemoth. The mouth of the lion closes to keep the cannon's contents in place, as controlled by a large lever in the helm, where Red now barks orders to take the ship back out. 5 Canon balls is all he got. 5. It was too many. (( http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/14/TheTsarCannonJuly2004.jpg ))
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    I'd like to bring in Shame if you would let me, Star! Nevermind!
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    Kestrel laughed maniacally as his canons peppered the sinking ship, even still while the ship sank, only stopping when the lower mast fell underwater. "RELOAD AND PLUG GUNS!" He shouts, flying back to the helm. He grabs the wheel just as the canons finish reloading. Ahhh, breach loading guns, the end of days. "Full sail!" He orders, the crew dropping the sails and tending to the rigging as the ship pulled around, a pony with a hook on a pole snagging the flag out of the water and bringing aboard. Canon and gunfire were a familiar thing, and he heard lots of it. Off towards even more fighting he sailed.
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    [colour=#282828]Name: Vox Cast![/colour] [colour=#282828]Gender: Male[/colour] [colour=#282828]Race: Wings[/colour] [colour=#282828]Brief History: Born and raised on the mean streets of Stalliongrad, Vox fell victim to the life of crime. He got in with the wrong crowd early in life, proving to be very hazardous when his cutie mark was scratched out and carved into his left eye. He wears an old eyepatch he got from robbing a war veteran over the scar now. Always having been an orphan, Vox never really relied on many people, often standing alone.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Looks: Light brown coat, a blue eye (right) and a gray eye (left), red hair, a red eyepatch with a black sickle and hammer on it, and scars covering his cutiemark.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Cutie Mark: A vintage 1950's broadcasting microphone with a star behind it.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Personality: Not very talkative, shy, very passionate when out of his shell, never breaks a promise, not too worried about his well being above others.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Likes and dislikes: [/colour] [colour=#282828]Likes: Other ponies, dancing, singing, caring for others, manual labor, and booze[/colour] [colour=#282828]Dislikes: People asking about his mark or eyepatch, parents, or friends, and singing in public[/colour] [colour=#282828]Character flaws: Wreckless, cares more about everypony who is nice to him in the slightest than himself, loves to fight, even though he shouldn't, small stutter when around anypony he has feelings for[/colour] [colour=#282828]Could your character [/colour]possibly[colour=#282828] ever be a leader? Would s/he have any desire to?: Hah! No![/colour] [colour=#282828]Random fact: Once wrestled a bear (Scar on his lower chest and underbelly to prove it), Fascinated with weaponry, loves his country's past, even if it isn't good[/colour] [colour=#282828]Anything I left out..? ^^ : Smokes a pipe or cigars, always carries it on him. [/colour]
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