Shame

HOLY MOTHER OF SW-

Um.

Yes, I am interested.

I'll follow this topic, but please, tell me more.

Hallo mein freund! (Dies ist, was sie für die verwendung in ihrem hauptpost deutschen bekommen! )

Beyond that, I have a banner request, if you would so kindly accept!

Pony representations of three ally and axis countries of WWII

They would be facing the center, so three snarling to the right, three to the left

In order I would be thankful if it was (from left) U.S.S.R.(furiously angry lookin'), U.K.(or France), and the good ol U.S. of A.(looking cocky)

Looking to the left (from left) Nazi Germany(To avoid offending anybody, replace all swastikas with a blocky 'X'; looking snide), Japan, and Italy (looking horrified (in response to Russia ) and disheveled)

The ponies should be just interpretations of soldiers or generals, whichever is easier

And if it wouldn't be too much trouble, I would like the U.S. and Germany to be butting heads.

It's a huge request, so...

No need to do much on the line of legs, being a banner and all, cutie marks would be their flags, and put it on the back-burner til you WANT to finish it.

Danke!

I understand your grief, Talex, but you know she would want you to continue the RP

I say that we should create an elaborate memorial to her, we can whisk Sleek away, out of sight out of mind...

I hate to sound insensitive, and if you can't, I understand.

I cannot put into words the pain of losing her, but she wouldn't want me to dwell on her...

Thank you for posting this, Mustang...

And goodnight, Sarah, my condolences to your family...

I love you Sarah, My closest friend, and my best.

Rest in peace...

-The next day-

(Out of linear time of the RP)

The Sobraine reaches dock in Canterlot. Exchanging flags with the navy produces amazing results.

The 100th flag Red Sails has acquired.

Something massive rounds the archipelago.

"[colour=#0000ff]Your ship, Captain Red[/colour]." Speaks the quartermaster, bowing to the privateer.

"Splendid..."

Into the docks drifts the ironclad behemoth. "Kirov. We shall name it Kirov. Get your painters up there to paint the name immediately."

Red stands with a wicked grin on his face as the ship finally stops.

"They won't stand a chance." He cackles, slowly forming into a hideously maniacal laugh.

(http://www.hamovhotov.com/picturegallery/thumbs/lrg-518-hms_warrior_an_ironclad_steam_ship_built_in_1860_at_portsmouth.jpg)

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

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."

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)

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.)

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.)

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.)

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)

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))

I

LOVE

FORZA.

I'm a mechanic, I love cars, Forza is like softcore pornography.

Oh... Oh! Okay, never mind, sorry!

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!

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.

Do I still need to apply the same way? And will I still be playing a controller?

So, could I apply for the role of the villain?

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

Well, both have their ups and downs, but I think anthro would be more interesting... Slower progression, more detail, me gusta.

Equestrian Pie! Holy jeezus I've had that idea for a fic for ages! XD

I love this.

Everything about it and every possibility.

Keep the name, it's good.

As for the plot?

Use ALL THE PLOTS!

Despite some of her actions, everything she has done she has considered necessary for the greater good.

A.K.A. 'Realpolitik'

Twilight = Otto Von Bismarck

I'm applying on Prussia's side.

...Welcome to the RP, Talex? XD