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 ))

I'd like to bring in Shame if you would let me, Star!

Nevermind!

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.

[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]

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.

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?"

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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!

I feel forgotten... D:

OH GOD IT'S ONE OF SHAMES FRIENDS

I mean uh... welcome to canterlot! ♥

DANGED LILLY-LIBBERED COWARDS

YOUR MEN ARE RUNNING, SIR!

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.

Also, who is going to be my little sister? I don't really want to abandon the party :I

Danke :3

Yeah, well, I do what I can :3

THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW!

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.

My OC, I figure he could kind of be a soldier, having read the synopsis.

I MUST APPLY.

But how?

Hmmm...

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

Thanks!