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    Red looked the mare in the eyes for a few moments before completely losing it. "Ряды осиное гнездо!" He yells to his crew, who immediately drop the cannons and begin to hustle around the deck. "You see, miss..." He begins in his thick russian accent. "We don't work for 'loot'. We sink pirates." He points to the helm, where his letter of marque can be seen, bolted to the wood. "We do not accept surrender from crippled ships, or coward captains. Rather than see you hang, I will tear you to shreds and watch the rest drown." He grins devilishly. "Now, fly on back... You get a 5 second headstart, then we will take one rank. You survive, and we leave you be... If not... More food for the scavengers... Of whatever's left." He cackles pointing to the other ship. "Fly away, little mare! Good luck!" The crew reorders, standing at the edge of the ship with 280 or so muskets, at ease by the sides of the eager pegasi, watching the mare.
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    Think you could draw me some more Shame, pretty please? I was thinking an avatar kinda picture with a black blood Maka expression? ( http://img1.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire4/d20276d6b7d6b61ff60163e6d90b42121314207437_full.jpg | http://anime-pictures.net/pictures/get_image/39608-4341x3000-soul+eater-maka+albarn-blood-vector-yellow.jpg ) Preferably the more mellow/crazy looking ones, not the silly ones or the ridiculous ones? I don't have a preference other than that, so whatever is easier for you! But if you do the second link, have it say "It's black, you see?"
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    Red pulls his ship up next to the Reaper and chuckles. Sparring distance, about 100 feet away from each other. He saw the Pegasus flying towards the ship and walked down to the deck, he was curious as to the meaning of this. "Cease fire..." He coos. The crew stops loading their canons and grabs their muskets. Red takes his place on the center of the ship.
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    Red throws up a hoof. "CEASE FIRE!!!" He yells out, prompting one of the pegasi to extinguish a fuse. He looks back through the spyglass to see a white cloth rapidly ascending they mast. "Hah! They already surrender!" Red grins menacingly. "4 shares to whoever fells the tree." He coos in an evil tone. All 10 deck canons quickly switch ammunition, the crew yelling as they move. Red continues to snicker through the spyglass. "Oh they are in over their heads." He closes the spyglass and sets it down in the helm. He flies down the stairs and runs up next to the middle gun. "READY!?" He shouts, to a resounding 'AYE!'. He draws his sabre again and points it forward. "FIIIIIRE!!!!!" He screams out, the deafening pounding of the canons rifling out, his uniform waving as the blast wave passes over him. He grins maniacally, holding still as the chain shots swing through the air. only one makes contact, tearing the mast clean in half and sending it into the ocean, flag and all. "UUURA!!!" He hollers, the crew chanting after him. "COME ABOUT! WE'RE GOING TO GIVE 'EM AND ULTIMATUM! NOW, MEN, NOW!!!" He flies bag to the helm as his crew grabs their posts. He rolls the weel all the way to one side as the ship turns to face the Reaper. "FULL SAIL!!!" He calls to the crew, dropping the sails as a gust of wind fills them, bolting the ship towards its target.
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    "ARMSTRONGS LEFT!" Red shouts across the deck, his Russian accent barely noticeable while yelling, straightening his gunman hat. The massive guns were turned and pushed across the deck, lining the left side. He again opened his spyglass and watched the small ship, branded the 'Reaper' on the horizon. "Time to scare the hide off these ones!" The Armstrongs were dialed back and lined up. "Lined!?" He calls to the response of a resounding 'AYE!'. "FIRE!!!" He roars out, thrusting his cutlass out. The guns tear into the sky, sailing off in the direction of the spec on the horizon. The massive balls of lead poured from the sky with a horrifying whistle, plunging into the water all around it. "YOU MISSED, YOU IDIOTS! RELOAD!!!" He yells across the deck. The ponies scurry to feed their canons, ignoring everything else.
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    Psychokinetic and telepathic powers, and I would practice my powers on thugs until I was strong nough to cut off a city from the world. I would destroy the central government of the United States and nuke the worlds WMD stockpiles, teach humans to mess with powers beyond their control.
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    Forewarning: I LOVE CANONS AND BLACK POWDER GUNS. Ahem, now. Status: Legend Continues Name: Red Sails Sex: Male Age: Young Adult (21 human maturity) Species: Pegasus Eye colour: Left eye green, right eye blue Coat colour: Light brown Mane/Tail/Markings colour & Style: messy mane and tail, red with singed tips (General appearance): Muttonstache, look it up, also covered in 20-25 slash and stab scars, all over his body (Cutiemark): A match being struck (Ship Description): Warrior class ironclad, minus the iron. Guns: 26 muzzle-loading 68-pounder guns 10 RBL 7 inch Armstrong guns 4 RBL 40 pounder Armstrong guns So you could say, armed to the teeth :3 (Weapons/Fighting style): Carries 5-10 Matchlocks at all times, refuses to use a sword unless all his guns are mpty and he has no time to reload, in which case he has a sabre (Lifelong dream as a pirate/whatever they are): Simply the love of canon fire and gunshots. (History): Born in Stalliongrad, he lived a quiet life around guns constantly, building canons. He always loved them and tested them as much as possible. One day, he managed to blast the mayors house to smithereens and fled from authorities. He changed his name and signed as a privateer for the royal navy and was given his first ship, a corvette. He eventually worked his way up to his pride and joy, the E.R.S. Sobraine and so his journey continues, sinking ships for money. (Personality): Dangerously obsessed with guns, wreckless, will do anything for a fight, relies on his absurd firepower to win fights.
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    I didn't see him ask! Oh noes... He doesn't have an app, but yeah, he is a pegasus, like Star said. No need to apologize, I'm just an idiot DX If you need any more info, I can provide it!
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    I feel forgotten... D:
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    DANGED LILLY-LIBBERED COWARDS YOUR MEN ARE RUNNING, SIR!
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    Yes! It's open again! Could you draw Vox Cast, please? Almond coat, light red hair, messy mane and tail Eyepatch on the left eye, faded USSR emblem on it (sickle and hammer), scratched out cutie mark, one blue eye Sunny disposition, usually pretty cheery His right eye is blue also, and his talent is singing if that helps.
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    Also, who is going to be my little sister? I don't really want to abandon the party :I
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    Danke :3
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    Yeah, well, I do what I can :3
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    THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW!
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    Name: Vox Cast Role: OC Sex: Male Age: Stallion Race: Pegasus Eye Color: Blue Coat Color: Almond Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Messy blue hair and tail, wears a military vest (Not sure if they are in that era) and an eyepatch, cutie mark is scratched out. Physique: A bit small, at least for a soldier Cutie Mark: Originally a 1950's style microphone, but now it is a mess of scratches and cuts. Origin/Residence: Born and raised on the streets of Stalliongrad. Occupation: Soldier Likes: Tobacco pipes, guns (Not 100% sure if they exist in game, that can be changed.) singing, kids, computers, and mares/stallions (mostly stallions). Dislikes: Singing in public, people asking about his mark and eyepatch, and losing.
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    My OC, I figure he could kind of be a soldier, having read the synopsis.
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    I MUST APPLY. But how? Hmmm...
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    Name: Kestrel Cherstvennikov a.k.a. Mr. Fluffles Sex: Male Race: Pony Age: Stallion Eye Color: Yellow/Red/Green Mane/Tail Style and Color: No tail, hair is not visible but he had short, messy red hair before he first got his suit Coat Color: Almond Physique: He is a big daddy, I mean really, he's huge Cutie Mark: A sickle Occupation: Bodyguard History: Kestrel doesn't remember much of his tragic past, not like it matters to him anyways. Nopony could hear him and nopony would want to. Rapture was an escape from his constant flak due to his conception, he was a *******. He got into bad trouble with Stalliongrad law through murder and the drug trade, and Rapture was his last hope. A drastic change of face later, although not for the better, sealed his fate and attachment to the underwater city. Personality: Violent, easily angered, very protective. Orientation: Heterosexual Favorite Color?: Red Role: Big Daddy
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    Thanks!
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    Due to a side effect of his curse, his eye changes color due to mood. the most common are red for angry, blue for calm, white for fear, and black for malice. Yin Yang is the symbol of balance, and when he has no radical feelings, the white and black melt together and begin to slowly circle into a yin yang.
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    Could you do a pic of Shame, my avatar? His cloak covers most of his body, it's frayed and singed at the end, and his left eye is supposed to be a yin yang (Without the dots) and his right eye is green. If it helps, his magick is black, and he has a personal copy of a necronomicon that he reads all the time. He is generally the kind of person pony who is always sad or annoyed, and he has serrated teeth, like a shark's. I think it'd be cool to see him from a sitting and reading position from the front (i.e. http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111008160750/mlpfanart/images/1/1a/Twilight_Sparkle_reading_vector.png ) but his entire body is covered in green-glowing tribal tatoo's, so the linked shot would probably be easier, with his cloak covering him. I have 0 rush, you can honestly put it at the bottom of your priorities until there is nothing else to do and you want to! Other than that, I got nothing, so... Thanks!
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    Vox awoke, still in the clothes from last night. He marvels over his bruised and gashed knuckles. "Wow..." He clears his throat and jumps out of bed, pulling his necklace out of his shirt and exiting the cabin. He, keeping his hands in his pockets, enters the cafeteria and looks around briefly. Upon noticing the kid who spoke to him the other day, he curses silently. He sits an an empty table and removes a pad of paper and a pencil, beginning to write diligently. He keeps his head down and shields his paper, just in case.
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    "S-Something cheap, I can't spare very much..." Vox looks around at the rest of the ponies behind him. He blushes a bit and pushes his gaze back to the ground. "Q-Quickly please..."
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