Gerrard

Gerrard chuckled at the cute and easily confused filly, the griffon remembering his younger years back in the griffon lands. "I'm an irrigation architect by training. I go across Equestria and make sure that everyone has running water for their homes and fields," he explained patiently, the griffon forming his talon into the shape of a wrench as he playfully acted as if he were tightening a bolt. "And no, I'm nothing like a Lawer, I save ponies from being thirsty. If anything, I'm like a superhero! Call me, Waterwing, master of water!" he announced proudly, trying hard to hold back a deep laugh at his own silly statement. The griffon returned and even more silly pose, the hybrid taking a dramatic pose, his clenched talon pointed into the air. "Lady Storm, by my wing, I will protect you from the evildoers of Cloudsdale!" he replied to her identification, the griffon extending a large black wing around them both as if it were a cape. "I would never testify against you for filling your bag with ill gotten goods. That is assuming you gave me a portion of the prize of course," he replied with a smirk, looking down on the filly. He wasn't sure what she was talking about, but he decided he would find out if he played along with her, albeit in a nefarious manner.

The pair of males lead her back to her grandmother's house, the griffon gesturing for her to enter, the tired hybrid wanting to find a soft cloud to go pass out on. "Well, goodnight Star, I gotta go for the night," he yawned, the griffon glancing over to the yound colt. "Any parting words Comet, I'm gonna go take a nap until the morning," he commented slowly, the griffon taking flight as his weary eyes looked for a cloud to sleep on.

Gerrard had the most satisfied smirk plastered across his face, the griffon pleased with his prank on the gullible filly. "I promise to never burn you again," he replied, chuckling lightly at her expense. The pair had quickly become ignored for their antics, the few ponies who were watching deciding it was some sort of strange side show. "But since I can't ever do it again, I guess I won't be able to show you how I actually did the trick," he mused, knowing she would want to see it at some point. "Griffon guy has a name. It's name is Gerrard Grayfeather, Graduate of the Royal University of Canterlot." he explained proudly, puffing his feathered chest out as thought over her request. "What is your name flier filly?" he commented in a nosy manner, the griffon carefully poking her in the nose with his talon. "Other tricks? You know that I'm not a magician, right? I'm actually an irrigation specialist. I make sure that all your pipes are filled with water," he explained, sitting on his haunches as he glanced across to the inquisitive pegasus.

"Yeah, melting pot I suppose," Gerrard replied with a chuckle, letting out a light sigh as he watched the steam on their drinks float about lazily. Gerrard liked the warmth of the drink, but wasn't too fond of the bitterness or the lemon, the griffon politely drinking it as not to offend her. "I find it respectable, some griffons think less of me for watering ponies though," he added with a laugh, clearly not too disturbed by the words of other griffons. "The job is too much work for most ponies, you need to be a griffon to get around Equestria to all the different work sites. You also need to be deft at using tools like a unicorn. You should try holding a blow torch with your mouth, not safe at all. Lucky for me, I have these nifty talons," he explained with a hearty laugh, explaining why griffons were good at his job, the hybrid wiggling his digits in a silly manner. "You took the buckets and carried them all the way back? It's isn't too hard to fly back home while holding some buckets I suppose. If I'm honest though, I probably would have just bathed in the reservoir, so much less effort," he added with a laugh, finding her story a bit funny as he rocked in the chair beside her table. "Nice to meet you Cyd, I'm Gerrard, but of course you already know that," he added, the griffon seeming overly positive the entire time. Gerrard looked over to the two approaching ponies, taking a closer look at them. He saw a crimson mare dressed in what looked like heavy armor and a more mutely colored stallion wearing much more casual garb. "Hello ponies, what brings you to district two today?" he asked in a jovial manner, gesturing with a talon for them to approach the pair of hybrids. "Oh, if I take anything else Cydonia, I'll have to start paying you for all the generosity. Oh, speaking of that, has your water been okay recently? If something is wrong, I can investigate it more thoroughly," he asked, getting a bit distracted as he turned his attention back to the hippogriff.

"Well, everyone has their own special sort of magic. Earth ponies are extra tough and are good at making plants grow. The special power of pegasus, is flight and the ability to control the weather by moving clouds. Griffons can fly as well, but instead of moving clouds, we have super eagle vision," he explained, putting his eye right up on her face as he leaned forward to an uncomfortably close range. "In regards to other magic, I have a bit of a confession to make," he slyly remarked, the griffon smirking widely, the thoughts going through his head growing increasingly playful. "I have to admit that I like, roasted pony, rawr!" he growled playfully, the griffon grabbing her forehooves with his black talons. He smirked and made fake burning noises as he decided to show her that his fire powers were a complete joke. "Magic powers aside from what I initially said are probably fake. Sometimes you need to be skeptical of crazy claims," he explained with a smug grin, the griffon lightly patting her on the head. I actually have a blow torch in this bag and I used it to weld the pipes together," he explained, hoping she wasn't too disappointed in his playful fib.

"Well I was trying to take a nap when the cloud chaser woke me up," Gerrard explained with a yawn, the griffon glancing back at both ponies. He frowned a bit when the colt didn't buy into his straw pony joke, but didn't let that put him down too much. "I'm all out of clouds, so I guess I gotta go camp out in Cloudsdale for tonight. I am headed back to town if you need an adult to supervise you. I think Comet has some renegade clouds to apprehend," he jokingly added, lightly prodding the weather pony in a slightly condescending manner. "This half bird, half cat, is getting tired, so I need a complete night's sleep soon," he explained in a sleepy manner, his large black wings barely keeping his sleepy body aloft.

"I could break a bone, but that isn't too much fun," he commented, contorting his arm awkwardly as if it were turned inside out. "Griffons can't normally use magic, but I learned a spell or two at the Royal University of Canterlot. I can increase the temperature of my talons to be as hot as I want," Gerrard explained slyly, the griffon poking himself in the neck with his talon. He deftly made a burning noise and quickly pulled it away, acting as if he were burned. "Man these things get so hot. They get so hot I can melt metal!" he explained with a grin, the griffon pulling out two small pipe segments and presenting them to the naive pony. "As you can see, two different pipes," he explained, turning around quickly to execute his magic out of view from the young pegasus. "Talons, ignite into flame!" he bellowed, the griffon glad she couldn't see his face as a dull fire noise filled the air. In a few brief moments, his odd display was over and he turned around, showing her the two pipes now melted together. It was unclear how exactly the deed was done, the sly griffon hiding a few items in his large bag. "See? What do you think of my firepower," he commented, presenting the now joined pipes to her, the middle of the pipes glowing a light red as they tried to finish cooling off.

"You know that wings aren't supposed to break so casually, right?" he remarked in a knowledgeable manner, the griffon opening his large black wings and roughly jabbing one with a large talon, his wings barely flinching. His display caught a few ponies off guard who scurried away from the odd pair. It probably wasn't the best example for the young pony, griffon wings being a lot more sturdy to support the bulk of their bodies, but he felt the need to express the point regardless. "Umm, chocolate milk is the same base substance as milk, the additive potentially helping or not helping. But yes, it helps to a decent degree," he explained, putting his wings away neatly at his side. "Gauss bandages aren't for fixing broken bones. If that is how you treat broken wings, no wonder they always break. You should probably go see a doctor and get it fixed properly," he added thoughtfully as he looked it over. It was a bit unclear where he went to school, but the griffon seemed knowledgeable enough. "Maybe I can cheer you up a bit? I'm not a doctor, but I can fix some things with my magic. I can super heat my talons and burn metal together, imagine what I would do if I shook your hoof," he commented with a smirk, playfully lunging a talon towards her as he playfully acted like he was about to burn her.

"Thanks for being open minded ma'am," he replied with a smirk, her forgiveness allowing him to shed his inner turmoil. "Oh, right here? That makes things simple enough," the griffon adding in a relieved manner as he poked a dark talon at the road he recently crossed. "Thanks, I really owe ya for that, I could have been fixing the wrong stuff all day. Any way I can help you-" he commented pausing when he realized she had asked him to drink tea with her. "I just gotta find the pipe tree for this district and perform maintenance, making sure all of you... citizens have running water. With that water, you can make tea, and of course I can share some Tea with you, thank you," he added with a smile as his eyes drifted over to the tea on her table. The griffon took a careful seat at her table and carefully picked up the cup with his nimble claws as he glanced across to the griffon pony hybrid. He took a sip of the Tea, sliding the drink down his stout beak as he tried to guess the flavor. Gerrard wasn't much of a tea drinker and had no idea what it was, hoping that she wouldn't follow up on his taste opinion. "So, you know my name, may I ask for yours? I like to meet all of the interesting citizens who live in my city, and I think you probably qualify as one," he explained in an upbeat manner, the griffon a bit of a contrast from the hippogriff. Gerrard was a relatively cleanly kept griffon, his larger frame showing no visible scarrings or markings, almost indicating a really peaceful life spent amongst peaceful ponies. Gerrard would never admit it, but he had gotten used to living in a world filled to the brim with pastel colored ponies. The bickering of the pony pair far behind him, caught the attention of the griffon, drawing his gaze away from his humble host. His keen eyes looked them over quickly before returning his gaze to Cydonia, the griffon guessing in his mind what her name might be.

The griffon in question had just recently finished a job in Cloudsdale, the irrigation capital of Equestria. He had fixed some old piping and was about to leave when a young filly accidentally tripped over his large and hard to miss dark body. He blinked and glanced down to spot a young filly practically face first in the ground. "Uhh, I totally didn't do anything, I was standing here, minding my own business when this filly ran over me. If anything, I am the injured party here if anyone!" he announced in a defiant voice, pointing a jet black talon into the sky. When the crowd had dispersed lightly, Gerrard took a second glance at the pegasus. "Hey kid, you should probably be more careful. And drink more milk, yeah, milk!" he commented with a laugh, the griffon smirking as he looked over her broken wing. "You should probably get that checked out by a doctor, especially if it broke so easily," he commented in a sincere manner as he glanced at it closely, the griffon uncomfortably close for most ponies.

A deep yawn filled the air of Canterlot as a large griffon roamed the streets of the famous Equestrian city. A pair of slightly sleepy golden eagle eyes peered through the city, trying to make out the correct path to take on the slightly chilly morning. The silver head feathers of the hybrid rotated carefully along with his head as he aimlessly looked around town, the creature seeming a bit lost, something he was probably too proud to admit anyway. He grumbled lightly, his black beak barely moving as he took a seat on his haunches, the griffon slipping an equally dark claw into a large bag that was fastened around his torso. With a bit of searching, he managed to pull out an old map and looked it over, finding the map to be completely wrong as it listed buildings that were clearly not around. His eyes drifted off to the bottom corner before noting the date, realizing that the city map he was using was over twenty years old. "This should be in the historical archives, not the public library," he growled in a disturbed manner, resisting the growing urge to shred the map that had lead him astray all morning. "I gotta find a pony in town to point me in the right direction, how embarrassing," he grumbled in a defeated manner, the griffon knowing how hard it was to find anyone in town at this point in the morning. He roughly pushed the map back into his bag before heading off into one of the residential districts in front of him. He needed to do a survey of one of the districts to check the quality of the pipe infrastructure, and the directions giving him were more than vague for the griffon. He glanced up and spotted a rocking chair moving at a leisurely pace, the griffon looking down as he approached the stranger. "Do you know where the second district is? No,no, uh, I'm Gerrard, and may I inquire in your some help? Too formal, uhh, just act natural and they won't freak out," Gerrard thought to himself as he reached the steps of the stranger's porch. "Hello dear pony, may I ask for your help?" he asked, glancing up to see the hybrid rocking back and forth peacefully in her chair. His heart stopped, the griffon freezing in fear, already alienating himself before even looking at the local. "Err Griffon, err Hippogriff! Uh, let me start over, I'm Gerrard Grayfeather, and I need to ask if this is district two of canterlot. I need to check your pipes, err water pipes I mean!" he replied in a nervous voice, the confident black pelted griffon looking awfully red as he made a complete fool out of himself.

It may have been dark, but Gerrard's eagle eyes could see through the flimsy excuse and disguise. That of course didn't mean that the young filly knew she had been had. "Yes sir. This callous pegasus tried to steal me, and my cloud. He threatened to electrocute me too! Arrest him on the spot, I demand it!" he growled angrily, pointing a jet black talon at Comet, his face appearing dead serious. He moved out of the way, revealing Comet to her as he hovered to the side. "Wait a minute! Strawponyitus, I have heard about that. It is super contagious, we are both going to shrink forever Comet! Wait, griffons are immune to your pony diseases. Good luck pegasus man, karma comes to take thieves, sorry," he explained in a solemn matter as he patted the dark blue colt with a talon. He knew it was totally fake, but Gerrard wondered if Comet knew any better, the griffon hoping he could make one of them worried,

Hello everyone, new and old. I am a recently approved role player who is looking to start a few rp's on this site if anyone is willing to spare me some of their time. I have a lot of experience in role-play and can adopt my level to accommodate anyone I might work with. My first approved character is an adventurous and suspicious looking griffon who was trained in Canterlot to work on the irrigation systems around Equestria. He is a friendly guy who loves to tease uptight ponies who fear his species. Some griffons might look down on one of their own who works specifically for ponies, but he figures that he has little control on his personal calling. Here is his approved application for anyone interested in looking at the specifics of my winged hybrid http://canterlot.com...yfeather-final/ I'm open for a wide variety of RP's. I'm okay with any role-play that is within the rules of the site. As for specific ideas, Gerrard often finds himself across Equestria while he works on projects across the country. He can fit into any area, at least on a temporary basis. Gerrard isn't completely defined by his work though, and enjoys sporting events, as long as they don't involve any weather wielding pegasi. He is willing to befriend anyone as long as they can withstand a few playful jabs, literal and figurative. I'm willing to talk over some RP ideas with whomever is interested. I try to post regularly and am willing to adapt to any issues that might make our characters seem incompatible. Any ideas or character links will be very welcome, thank you.

"So, should I go to the bank or back to my local hot spot, hmm" he mused aloud, the slick griffon flapping his heavy wings as if he were about to take flight. He quickly decided against it, the griffon probably wanting to avoid making a spectacle out of himself as he casually walked away from wooded exit of the sewer. The griffon quickly made his way through the small park, weaving through shrubbery and trees before slipping into the streets of the city, the athletic griffon hopping over a small wall clearly labeled keep out as he seemed to make an escape. A few of the ponies who were braving the weather gasped lightly as they spotted the large black predator hop into their street. He smirked and waved a talon at one of the ponies, scaring them off as he continued on at a leisurely pace, the winged character heading off towards the center of town.

"I would be completely perplexed. I would be wondering how I magically became a weather pony first of all. After I got over that, I would wonder how I was so blind that I couldn't see a big griffon sleeping on it. Then I would panic, maybe," he explained with a laugh, the griffon amused with his own explanation. He listened as the pegasus explained that he shouldn't be sleeping on clouds near Cloudsdale, the griffon reluctantly agreeing that it wasn't the best of ideas. "I just assumed that all ponies were afraid of the dark, I guess I was wrong about a few of you," he corrected his bad judgement with a sly smirk, trying to avoid any blame, even if it was partially his fault. "Yeah, I only eat big ponies. You have nothing to fear from me," he commented with a sly smirk, the griffon playfully jabbing Comet in the side. "You can call me Gerrard, Gerrard Grayfeather," he replied with a smile, the griffon shaking one of Comet's hooves as he hoovered alongside the pony.

Gerrard was starting to realize that the young pegasus was probably just a weather pony in training. "You threatened to electrocute me!" he growled, his breathing returning to normal as he released the young colt. The griffon crossed his talons in anger as he floated in front of the colt and his cloud. "I hope this was just the worst timed coincidence ever," he commented in a serious tone, his eyes making sure that the pegasus didn't make any swift movements. "Just a tip, from a griffon to a pony, check clouds before you take them. Flying creatures sometimes sleep in them, or did you miss that lesson in flight school?" he added with a forced laugh, not sure of what to do next.

"I can't believe you would dare disregard the treaty between our two countries you cruel criminal. Only a coward fights with lightning," he growled in anger as he leaped off the cloud and tried to grab one of the wings of the equally frightened pegasus. His grip on the colt's mane was iron, refusing to release his alleged attacker as he practically was riding the pegasus like a bucking bronco. The startled griffon was trying to pry the colt away from his dangerous weapon, knowing that a freak bolt of lightning could easily stun either of them or worse. "This is why I hate weather ponies, always trying to fry everyone with electricity," he growled, his powerful wings flapping powerfully to keep both in the air regardless of what happened beneath his own body. "You gonna calm down and give up on your electrocution madness?" he growled, his heart still racing. The griffon looked the colt over and raised his brow in disbelief. "The criminals just k-keep getting younger here. You aren't even a stallion yet," he explained in a worried tone as he hovered as far away from the cloud as he could manage.

Prior to Comet's arrival, a large griffon camped out on the cloud in question, taking some much needed rest in a place where no pony would be around to freak out at the discovery of his presence. The tired hybrid slowly began to stir as the young colt decided to move his resting spot, his golden eyes opening to see his cloud moving at an alarming speed. "Someone is stealing my cloud. A weather pony is trying to griffon nap me in my sleep, how dastardly," he thought in silence, trying to maintain his composure as he noted that the cloud was unusually dark and brimming with potential electricity. Upon mistakenly hearing the young flier call him fat, the griffon gritted his beak, wanting some measure of revenge on the weather pony. "That's it, I'll show him who is boss," he thought in disgust, knowing deep down that one of them was about to get roughed up. Without any audible sign, the griffon reached out with a black talon and grabbed the colt tightly by his mane. "How dare you try to griffon nap me. I won't go down without a fight you lightning wielding monster!" he growled in anger, not even giving the young pony a thorough look over as he held onto him. It was unclear to both what exactly was going on, but one thing was very clear, this griffon was very startled. His silver head plumage and large black wings would come into view for the young colt if he was brave enough to venture a look at the griffon. A sharp black beak was pointed down towards the colt as the worried hybrid tried his best to maintain his composure.

The sun was starting to breach the horizon on a frigid winter morning in Canterlot, attempting to bring some much needed heat to the capitol. The ground was still plastered with a thick layer of snow as it tried to ward away the weather sensitive residents of the famous town. The sleepy town had few active inhabitants who were brave enough to face the elements, one shady looking individual apparently leaving Canterlot castle through one of it's many unguarded sewer entrances. A male griffon with silver head plumeage nonchalantly walked out of the well maintained water movement centers. He proudly carried a coat of darkest black that seemed to extend beyond his neck as it enveloped the remainder of his body. A bright gleam was clearly visible in his ebon talons, the hybrid seeming to carry an object of extreme value that was obtained by methods unknown. The light crunching of snow filled the air as his dark paws left their distinct mark on the ground, a defiant reminder of his heritage in the pony centric nation of Equestria. His dark beak carried a smug grin as he twirled a large shiny object in his deft talons before slipping it into a nondescript bag that was tightly fastened around his neck. The hybrid lazily scanned the area ahead of him with his keen eagle eyes, apparently not worried at all by any of his dealings. "When you're good, it just comes naturally. It's like they just want me to take their bits, and I just happily agree to do so. What can I say, I make things work," the dark griffon gloated aloud in almost arrogant manner, his precise motives and interests unknown. The griffon dug his powerful talons into the frigid snow, enjoying the weather as he pondered his next action.

Hello everyone, new and old. I am a recently approved role player who is looking to start a few rp's on this site if anyone is willing to spare me some of their time. I have a lot of experience in role-play and can adopt my level to accommodate anyone I might work with. My first approved character is an adventurous and suspicious looking griffon who was trained in Canterlot to work on the irrigation systems around Equestria. He is a friendly guy who loves to tease uptight ponies who fear his species. Some griffons might look down on one of their own who works specifically for ponies, but he figures that he has little control on his personal calling. Here is his approved application for anyone interested in looking at the specifics of my winged hybrid http://canterlot.com...yfeather-final/ I'm open for a wide variety of RP's. I'm okay with any role-play that is within the rules of the site. As for specific ideas, Gerrard often finds himself across Equestria while he works on projects across the country. He can fit into any area, at least on a temporary basis. Gerrard isn't completely defined by his work though, and enjoys sporting events, as long as they don't involve any weather wielding pegasi. He is willing to befriend anyone as long as they can withstand a few playful jabs, literal and figurative.

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I addressed all three points, any other things I need to work on?

Wouldn't asking only Obama fans to reblog sort of prove your point by default because you are only asking those who agree with you to do so? Just saying~

Thanks for all the friendliness. I look forward to properly intermingling in your community and adopting it as my own~

Updated this with a family section and elaborated on his job more~