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Gerrard last won the day on October 15

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  • Birthday 10/15/1988

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    Gerrard Grayfeather
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    Aquaria Sirensong
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    Asteria Stillheart

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  1. Gerry nodded as his emperor spoke. "Yes. I agree about the trenches and such, but I believe we should establish our baseline water in the area. You might be surprised how much is in the area, especially if the area has been abandoned. Lets check this area for water and see if the situation is better or worse than your maps indicate," Gerrard explains as he pulls out a shovel and heads over to the well in question. "I was hoping it would say how long this city was abandoned or be old enough to have historical value. Unlucky I suppose," he adds with a sigh, reaching into the well and heaving rocks out of it. He scraped dirt off the stone wall of the well and pulled out a reference sheet, "hmm, not the worst," he mentioned vaguely to nobody in particular.
  2. Gerrard kept a steady pace, not particularly fast, but didn't show any signs of fatigue. He didn't know exactly what to think of Norton, but he was at least more agreeable than the average person he worked for on a daily basis. "Emperor, I usually actually have to carry a ridiculous amount of piping so some pony living alone in the middle of a jungle can have water. This is an interesting change of pace, a focus on digging instead of hauling," he explains, glad that most of the weight he was hauling was actually just water. He soon spots the well noted on the map and leads the crew down to the ground level. He could already feel the heat starting to bare down on himself, the younger architect making a mental note about avoiding this area in the future if possible. He took a large drink from his canteen and surveyed the area. The well itself looked relatively old, some of the bricks already collapsed to the side. It wasn't the most reassuring sight to the untrained eye, but another sight stuck out to him, the ruins of a long abandoned city peppered the landscape, stone foundations poking out above the seemingly dry earth. "This could be a good or bad sign your majesty," he explains, taking a brief stroll through the long abandoned town. He spots a collapsed wreckage of a long abandoned home and hustles over to it. His keen eyes spot a tin can in the rubble and he pries it free of the rocky prison. With a quick shake of the metal container, a lone coin rolls out it and makes its way over to Norton before eventually falling over onto its side. "Can you identify that coin your highness. It could tell us how old this settlement was and how long this well might have been abandoned," he explains, Gerrard wondering how much of a historical buff the odd Norton actually was.
  3. "Understandable. We griffons have more important tasks than picture taking, like rebuilding our country," Gerrard adds with a grin, not taking the oddness of Norton as the most serious issue as he hopped off the area near his 'throne' and helped gather up some of the materials needed to get back to work. He pointed out the various 'clawtools' needed to work on the project, guiding Clawson through what all would be required. As the architect helped collect their supplies, a warm smile spread across his face as he realized the strange monarch intended to work alongside everyone else. The misguided griffon just assumed that pony rulers were too uppity to do any real work, and didn't understand ruler morale boosts. When asked if the monarch's presence would be a distraction, Gerrard shook his head, clearly not worried about it. "With the amount of wells we will be checking, every talon helps. Our process will be rather thorough. We will be digging down each well a few feet, remove any blockages, catalogue the water available, and note the type of rock presence and their rough permeability," he explained, most of his words being decently simple enough for his companions aside from his last one. As the monarch suggested Gerrard lead the way, he nodded, taking one last moment to search through his numerous supplies, finding everything in order as he stretched out his body and glanced at the map one last time. "Our first stop will be a mine about half an hour flight from our location. Assuming of course we fly at a modest pace with all of this equipment. And make sure we all have water, can't have anyone getting heatstroke," he explains calmly for everyone around him. The flight didn't seem very far at all, but the architect didn't seem keen on flying there at a particularly fast rate for reasons unknown.
  4. Gerrard took his job in Equestria to explicitly avoid doing military service, but had enough general knowledge to understand the analogy. He nodded in agreement with the emperor and pointed a black talon at the map, circling one of the wells with chalk. "Yes, you are correct. Think of the survey as a search for enemy supplies to pillage to add to our war chest. We will leave no stone unturned," he explained excitedly, his long black tail swaying as he spoke. The architect wasn't one one to gloat to other griffons, but the idea of getting a statue of himself was appealing, even if it came from a crazy griffon. He put on as much a smile as any beaked predator could and nodded for the emperor. He looked over to one of the nearby griffons and puffed his chest and spread his wings wide as he struck a fantastic pose! "You can take a picture now if you need a reference, but as a humble griffon, I can wait," he explained with a grin, patting Norton back. "I'll just collect the paperwork and get the ball rolling. The griffon folk have endured thirst for long enough. By my honor as a griffon, I will save your people emperor," he loudly declares, snatching the paperwork and pointing a talon up in the air to seem even more dramatic. After holding the pose for a dramatic five seconds, he lowered his talon back to the ground. "Lets get some drills and shovels, and find some water," the architect cheers, looking around to see who his assistants were in this noble quest!
  5. The griffon nodded when he was thanked, but quickly realized that it wasn't the most positive of replies, gulping internally as he realized he had done a pony salute. He was glad that the commander-in-chief used the salute for him, Gerrard probably being the least patriotic griffon around and not actually knowing any salutes of his people. "O-oh, apologies, its a bad muscle reflex my time in the pony lands," he explains, standing at the emperor's side as he looked over the paperwork, starting to feel a bit embarrassed about his questionable griffon-hood! His golden eyes scanned over the paperwork as he pulled out a piece of chalk from his saddlebags. "Without unicorn magic to scry for specific locations of water, we will need to do this the hard way. Assuming that these wells are still operational, we can use their locations to predict other locations of water in the nearby area. This is by no means a perfect method, but it is a good start," he explains, connecting the dots of the well locations with his chalk to somewhat graph out a reasonable location another well might be able to be formed. "We would check the stone in said wells and determine if the area was likely to support underground reserves of water, and by cross referencing my previous marks with the stone surveys, we can narrow down likely water locations. That being said, if some of these wells can not be reclaimed, it will also greatly limit our data in finding new well locations," he explains calmly erasing his chalk marks and avoiding three marked wells to show how a water outage could drastically reduce the available water in the area! A lot of his work was noticing patterns in water locations and finding rocks that could safely store water within them. He was starting to regret this assignment and thought back to his time in Equestria. When ponies wanted water somewhere, they usually just controlled the weather to get the rainfall they desired. His work often was relegated to getting water out into the middle of nowhere, or just setting up plumbing for the fancy folk he was often employed by!
  6. As his gesture was not met with immediate or at least obvious anger, the architect retracted his wings and returned to a normal posture, glad that the citizenry of Canterlot had finally taught him something useful in his business life! The golden eyed griffon peered across to the leader, sensing something a bit off about him. He seemed more agreeable than pony royalty and appreciated that, wondering if griffons were less annoying about that or if this individual was just clueless about his alleged station. Gerrard had never been called a Sir except by his odd friend Asteria, so he assumed the latter, but approached regardless, quickly making his way to the side of the emperor. He nodded as the noble explained the situation. The architect wanted to keep his conversation as griffon-centric as possible, but decided to test the waters a bit as he searched for a proper way to respond to his comments on the desert around him. "Yeah. It is looking drier than Appleloosa in the middle of summer out here. Are we looking for drinking water, or are we also trying to get farmlands set up. This isn't the most fertile looking of lands, but I can find you water out here. I can't promise you a massive underwater reservoir here, but I can quench the thirst of your people. That is a Grayfeather guarantee your highness," he explains playfully for the royal, accidentally giving him an Equestrian salute, but forgetting in the moment. After lowering his salute, as his eyes drifted down at the paperwork. "Do we have any information on the area? Am I going to need to perform a water survey or is that listed here in all this paperwork," he asks with a grin, reaching for the paperwork.
  7. Golden eyes peered out across the the barren wasteland that surrounded the nearby area. A griffon of dark fur and feather looked over his often neglected homeland with the casual attention often attributed to his species by outsiders. It felt like it had been years since he had returned to his homeland, the engineer, usually getting called over to pony lands to deal with situations that went beyond simple pegasus weather manipulation. He had to wonder why they needed his services, agriculture being of substantially less interest to his species. Perhaps they were finally deciding to be more omnivorous than they had in the past, but he found that hard to believe knowing the stubborn nature of his species. Regardless, his internal dialogue was interrupted as an attendant broke him out of his thoughtful stupor and lead him into the building with the strange, and regally dressed griffon 'emperor'. In contrast to the emperor, Gerrard wore a substantial saddle bag that rest tightly on his chest, clearly in a position to not interfere with his flying ability. His dark welding goggles dangled slightly above his bag, both items partially hiding his form that was by no means gaunt like the regular citizens of his land. A keen eye might even notice that he lacked the substantial musculature of a warrior, either from a life of ease or from the plant based pony diet. The light clicking of talons filled the air as the grey feathered head of the architect poked his head into the presence of the illustrious leader. His keen eyes didn't recognize this particular griffon at all even with such distinct regalia and almost garish looking clothing. Gerrard was clearly not keen on visiting his homeland in his free time. Still, years of time spent in Canterlot had trained him in how to deal with these types of people, and he was eager to test his abilities! After approaching the emperor, Gerrard paused and did a polite bow approximately five body lengths away from the leader. He had lowered his head to the ground and spread out his large black wingspan in a display of submission and respect, showing that he had no weapons hidden in his large wings. "It is an honor to be in your presence your magnificence. How can I be of service to such an illustrious leader of our people," he politely remarked, fishing through his memory as he tried to remember which particular honorifics worked the best and how to also distance himself from his normal pony employers.
  8. After finally noticing that Twitch messages were a thing, an ooooooold friend messaged me and convinced me to pop back into the community. That being said, I'm looking for anyone who might want to give this catbird another chance to RP. My situation has left me with a lot of free time, and I struggle to find positive ways to spend it. And if you are a new person who has never met me, I welcome an opportunity to meet you as well!
  9. The real winner is me. Tom Terrific is certified greatest of all time. No question at all
  10. Aquaria's tail was wagging fiercely as she stared across to the tiny grifflet. Her thoughts about adorable tiny pets slowly started to wander off into darker thoughts as she realized something important. "Disco. All of these noodles and ducks are trapped in the mirrors! None of them can escape. Are we trapped to? I think we might be stuck in mirrors, look they are all around us! I hear that mirrors steal your soul or was it your magic if you look at them too long," the ducktiger whined in a concerned voice, clearly overthinking things as she started to panic! The life guard leaped up into Discord's arms and covered his face in a panic, blinding him as she draped her lithe form over his body! "You are staring too much Discord. I think they might be trying to replace you. Nobody can escape the mirror realm, magic doesn't work there because it is like special," she reasoned aloud, her logic nonexistent as she clearly had no idea what she was talking about. Her mind was sometimes a spiderweb of completely unrelated thoughts, connected only vaguely from a simple origin. She tried to steer Discord from atop his form, the hybrid awkwardly turning his head to try and get him going in another direction. In addition to being moderately crazy, she clearly wasn't a good driver either, pointing him at a larger mirror that mostly resembled them. When she spotted both of them in that mirror, she squawked in playful terror! "Ah, if you walk into it, they will body snatch us. Ahh, there is a tiger on you Disco, watchout," Aquaria added in fear, tail wagging wildly as it became unclear if she was scared or having fun!
  11. Aquaria was indeed a good bird, always trying to be the best griffon she could be! She followed him over to the hall of mirrors, worried that her doppelgangers were nice griffons or ponies. She stood at the base of the stairs, and took a deep breath, the bird poofing her cheeks out in defiance! The lifeguard knew that she had to brave if she wanted to stand any chance! With a careful step, the hybrid walked up the stairs, pausing as she saw her twin sisters, a funny looking duck tiger on both her left and right. Her tail wagged excitedly, Aquaria giggled, finding her mirror image far too entertaining. "Be careful Disco, you never know when one of these weird zebrageese might attack," she warned excitedly. For as genuine as she might have been, fear was rather alien to her, the lifeguard's tail wagging wildly as she looked at her evil counterparts. She walked into the hall seeing the first mirror at the entrance! It contained the tiny version of her, the cutest grifflet ever staring back at her. Aquaria tried to get in a battle pose but couldn't giggling and cooing as she gently pawed at the cute mirror creature.
  12. Ria loved fun as much as the next pony, but this was too much. Her brain was sure that she was going to splat into the ground at one million miles an hour! Ria felt the weightlessness of flight with the torture of confinement, and quacked loudly in horror, her rose colored eyes saucer sized as she stared doom down on the descent! As soon as Aquaria was sure that the end had arrived, a flash of light entered her eyes while the lifeguard was magically switched with the operator! There was now a griffoness in a orange suit squawking loudly at the controls. It took a few seconds of aimless screaming before she realized where she was. Her eyes stared at the control panel as her brain tried to decipher the device. After looking for too long, she realized where the power was and powered down the ride. Although the mean pony may have deserved a good ride, she was too worried about all the other ponies and had to save them! Her lifefguard instincts were too powerful to be blinded by the desire for revenge! Once the ride slowed down, Ria looked over to Discord, no longer screaming or crying as her floof had expanded two fold to partially hide her face. She felt bad for the bully unicorn, but smiled as her DIscord appeared and offered an alternative. When asked about something less complicated, she nodded in agreement. "Yah, I like rides that I don't have to control! Still not sure how they made me switch places with the ride operator. That is a great trick. How do you think they did it Disco?" she commented in a cheerful manner. It was quite clear that the strange hybrid had no idea what his magic did. "You want to go the hall of mirrors? Be careful, there is a crazy duck who waves at you there. If you try to surprise her, she counter attacks and it is impossible to dodge. Be careful Disco, she might catch you," she warned in a concerned tone. The lifeguard wrapped herself around his arm while delivering her warning. Her innocence was endearing to say the least!
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