Gerrard

The unicorn paused for a moment, the mare thinking over the actions of her day. The 'criminal" oddly seemed open to the idea, the silent mare seeming to deliberate over the possibility that she actually did break the law. It would be rude to call the filly a liar, but since the black unicorn could not recall breaking the law, she decided that one of them was mistaken.

"Lady... May I ask for your name? I feel that having a certain familiarity between us may relieve the tension in your body. You may call me Asteria," she explained with her usual calm demeanor. Her sudden shift in discussion was odd, the mare almost seeming to attempt to befriend the young pony. Was it all a lie? Was that even her name? It wasn't the most conventional of pony names.

When Ardent spoke of catching the unicorn red hoofed, her head slightly cocking to the side as if to inform the filly that the made didn't understand the expression. "My hooves are black. Perhaps you are referring to my tail, which is a shade of red. It is an understandable mistake," she commented in her usual serious manner as she failed to grasp the obvious meaning of the expression. It seemed that the 'thief' was either ignorant of the saying or purposefully toying with her accuser.

After listening to her accuser claim the mare had stolen something, she blinked after understanding the perspective of the filly. "Theft occurs when someone takes an object without properly compensating its owner. If you were observing me, you would have noticed that I compensated the owner prior to my retrieval of said item," the unicorn claiming to have actually bought the item. Her story was a bit strange though, if she did speak the truth, why did she take the item in secret. It seemed like her words created more questions than they solved.

Asteria's keen eyes watched the reaction of all three, the two producers opting to shrug off the entire event as the failing of someone, the source in particular hard to determine. She made no internal decision on that manner though, deciding to see how events would pan out before coming to any concrete conclusion of her own. When one mentioned that Talkie was broken though, her crimson eyes panned over to the paralyzed pony before her. It seemed that something she had said or done had managed to destroy his psyche, if only for a few moments. The odd unicorn internalized the chain of events and memorized them for future use and diagnosis, not that she believed it would be easy to replicate in the future anyway.

When his stupor was broken with a laugh, the odd mare couldn't help but slightly cock her head to the side, seeming to search for another persepctive to view the situation before her. She listened patiently as the director showered in her praise, the well dressed 'actress' doing her best to understand what he was saying to her. He claimed that she had a great sense of humor, a praise that was almost never showered upon her, and the possibility of deceit entered her mind as a plausible explanation of his actions. He claimed that her responses were so strange that they were in fact funny and her mind processed his words carefully. Asteria had read that extreme deviations from the accepted norm could be viewed with laughter or disdain, so at the very least, his response seemed reasonable.

"Thank you for the words of Praise Sir Buckman. Your unique perspective seems to appreciate my specific mannerisms. I did not intend to seem humorous, but if my actions have improved your day, then I am honored to have helped you in some manner," she commented in her usual tone, her expression as stoic as ever. If this unicorn was acting, she would have been the most skilled character actress to remain in character no matter what, even when her audition was over. "I originally applied for the role at the request of my friend, Sir Grayfeather, as a way to experience new things. But if you are formally requesting my work in your film, I will graciously accept it out of respect for your judgement. May I ask what role you have in mind sir, I don't believe that my actions were compatible with the character I initially applied for. I will adapt to your direction to the best of my abilities," she commented simply, almost being more agreeable when spoken to in less abstract manners.

Gerrard impatiently watched his friend as she seemed to rummage through an impossibly cavernous bag. He didn't feel it was appropriate to ask what matter of magic could contain so much stuff into a saddle bag, the griffon eyeing their hole as it slowly filled up with water. Lucky for the griffon, his love of diving for fish had turned him into a capable swimmer, not that he was exactly looking forward to treading water in watery tomb. He did remember practically drowning once when he went diving when there was a particularly fierce storm on the eastern shores of Equestria. After a wave introduced himself to a beach, he took it upon himself to avoid terrible weather and dangerous situations. Of course it couldn't always be helped, the griffon trying his best to simply escape the hole and move on with his life.

The water was rising surprisingly fast, or at least it felt like it was, not that he could see anything. He heard Pathfinder mumble on about finding something, the hybrid unable to make heads or tails of her words when he was greeted with a rough match to his face. His pegasus friend had struck a match on his face, an unpleasant, but seemingly acceptable thing, at least compared to what he had done to her. With water already up to his waist, the architect took the lit torch from his friend and held it firmly in his talons, raising it high into the air as he illuminated the hole above them. The pair seemed to have fallen into a cavernous pit of sorts, numerous stalactites hanging from the ceiling above them as the pair seemed to have somehow gotten trapped in an under ground cave.

"Uh, well this seems like it will take a long time to fill such a cave with water regardless. We should be looking for an exit somewhere. I would love to claw my way to the surface, but hard rocks would probably serve a bit too much resistance for me to make any progress," he sighed with an annoyed tone in his voice, the architect just wanting to get home. He would probably be more scared, but his familiarity with water and it's inner workings helped temper his fear for drowning, if only until it got serious at least.

The strange cowled mare seemed to near her destination, her tall body nearing an ice cream shop of all things. Crimson eyes peered up at the building, examining the closed restaurant, almost as if she were seeking entrance to it as well. Was it possible that the dastardly criminal was going to rob another store, even with an eager filly on her tail? Regardless of her intentions though, the strange unicorn paused as Fate seemed to demand her to stop. The cowled figure did not openly acknowledge the existence of 'knight' until she was faced down by the angry visage of the young pony.

An awkward silence filled the air as the two stared across to each other. The tension in the air was palpable as the two stood, ready to act if necessary. The light humming of magic filled the air as a dark red aura enveloped her cowl, carefully lowering it to reveal her stoic visage. The odd unicorn didn't seem to have the face of a criminal, one might even consider her beautiful by some standards. And yet she stood there, her mere presence almost seeming the deny the words of young pony. Her expression made it unclear if she had no shame, or was genuinely innocent. If she was indeed a criminal, this odd figure was either fearless, or remorseless. Her expression was one of complete apathy, even when pressured to explain herself. Lucky for Fate though, when directly addressed, the odd unicorn seemed willing to speak.

"I have committed no injustice today young pony. I must also explain that the use of deadly force is explicitly outlawed in all but the most dire of circumstances. If you wish to dole out justice to criminals, it wise to verify that a crime has taken place to begin with. The only crime I could be committing would be a failure to notify a guard about a child out after curfew, and I am not sure if I should follow through with such a course of action," she commented coldly to filly, her words seeming to lack no doubt as they tactfully shifted from point to point. The unicorn had the audacity to assert that Fate was the true criminal here, even after seeming to rob a store and eye up another. Something about the entire situation was amiss and the unicorn's unwillingness to accept Fate's judgement made the who situation more tense.

The black unicorn was sure to lock the valuable container of rosemary into one of the saddle bags that were hidden beneath her cloak. It was unclear what sort of magic the strange thief knew, but a keen eyed unicorn could determine that she had great control over her telekinesis, the cowled figure manipulating her bag and her rosemary in one swift movement without looking at the objects in question. The mare paused ever so faintly as she entered the cold Canterlot air again, her body not even shivering from the sudden drop in temperature. The loud announcement of a filly entered her ears, tempering her movements, if only for the briefest of moments. It appeared that she had heard the filly, her had panning about quickly, almost as if she were looking for the criminal or the source of the voice. It almost seemed as if she had the audacity to assert that the young filly was a liar or mistaken as she didn't even respond to her bold claims.

She leisurely walked through the cold city, ignoring the presence of the small filly. The unicorn wasn't even trying to openly flee, her light canter showing no sense of fear or shame. Was she trying to challenge the young pony to some sort of fight, or did she not simply think the young pony was able to cause her any trouble regardless? The mare seemed to be headed towards the heart of the city, making no apparent attempt to find an escape route either. Perhaps the unicorn wasn't a criminal at all, but regardless, she ignored the order of the young filly and was acting extremely suspiciously as she left the filly to decide another course of action. The ponies of Canterlot seemed tucked away in their homes to avoid the poor weather, the best evidence to support this coming from the shy itself as sprinkles of snow began littering the city, slowing creating a blanket of white on the city.

The bright moon of Luna loomed heavily over the city of Canterlot on a cool winter evening. The celestial body did it's best to illuminate the dark city as it reflected the light of the sun onto the capital of Equestria, shimmering a thin coat of light over the city before it would eventually be overcome by a thick blanket of clouds. The cheerful city would quickly be plunged into a cold driven darkness as an impending snowstorm threatened to bury the city in a layer of frozen precipitation. The majority of Canterlot's citizens sought refuge in their homes, but like everything in life, there were always a few exceptions. A few strange characters wandered the city, gathering a few last minute supplies before the city closed up for the evening. If everything turned out well, there wouldn't be any, 'complications' to ruin the otherwise pleasant evening.

A lone unicorn stood outside the entrance of one of the many stores in Canterlot, the commercial establishment having many murals of fresh produce layered onto it's modest walls. The unicorn was draped in a dark hooded cloak that was only outmatched in colour by her jet black coat, the seemingly cold impervious pony trotted into the store for reasons unknown. Her keen crimson eyes scanned over the shelves of the establishment as she quickly made her way to the rear of the store. The unicorn was quickly met by what seemed to be the store manager, a well dressed earth pony with no particularly outstanding physical features. The two seemed to speak for a brief moment and as quickly as their meeting had started, it seemed to end as her long black horn glowed a dark red. With a few deft magical movements, a small bag, of what could only be described as bits by the distinct jingling noise it made, was quickly transferred from her possession into the storekeepers as some sort of payment was made.

Her gesture was requited with a simple nod from the clerk as she made her way towards the exit of the store, her intentions unclear as she nonchalantly looked over the shelves of the store as she made her exit. Before slipping out of the store and into the night, a quick flick of her scarlet tail was visible to the keen eyes of any watchful citizen as she swiped a large container of rosemary off a shelf and quickly tucked it back away under cloak as she took a few steps out of the store. It seemed as if she had stolen the valuable item with no regard to the person she had just paid off earlier. Was she not a thief, or was this mare just an uncaring criminal with no disregard for anyone?

This application is pretty good Bello~ I normally would say that making a chief, or a boss or a royal type character would be frowned upon as a general rule of thumb, but I think it is very easy to make exceptions for the zebra tribes.

I would be a bit interested to hear more about her husband though, I find it strange that he would only be mentioned in passing. He is the father of their four kids after all. Were there any diplomatic reasons behind the marriage, or was it simply two people from differing tribes who liked each other?

What were here parents like? Was her mother such a great leader that Zeti feared that she wouldn't live up to her mother's reputation? What did her father do, and is she like him in any meaningful way? Is that where she got her prankster side?

Asteria was probably the most patient mare in all of Equestria, her stoic face unflinching as she watched Talkie wrestle internally with his desire to escape the apparent trap he had fallen into. She waited for further direction, her keen eyes locked on the stallion as he seemed to require time to regain his bearings. The black mare watched as he exited the room and apparently bashed his head against the wall in frustration. When he returned, her expression was completely the same as when he left, no look of surprise or confusion on her face as she internally speculated as to what happened to him. The well dressed pony was not one to make assumptions, but the apparent red mark on his face seemed to beg a question about the current state of his mind.

It was obvious that Talkie was lying, but Asteria was not the type to make claims on incomplete evidence. She listened closely to his direction, the mare taking in the orders as best she could. He wanted to see hardship and regret and as an actress, it was her job to give the director what he wanted. "Yes, I understand sir. You wish for me to be the medium between you and the emotion described. I will gladly fill that role to the best of my ability," she added, pausing for a moment as she looked over the two directors and Talkie. Asteria seemed as apathetic as usual, her long black horn glowing a deep red as a small mirror was levitated into the air between the unicorn and the directors. With just a few nimble movements, the mirror was positioned in such a way that the movie ponies could see the reflection of Talkie. His expression seemed to be one of sadness and regret. His expression was clearly breaking down and reflecting his inability to handle the situation. "Is this satisfactory sir? As an actress, it is my job to locate and distribute appropriate responses and reflections. I believe that this is a wholehearted and authentic, do you agree?" she commented, in a serious voice, the black mare not understanding that she was the one who was supposed to be acting.

While his intentions were interpreted wrong, the tired hybrid was too out of it to understand his mistake and simply assumed that Falco understood. Gerrard sprawled out on the 'bed', spreading his limbs out in every direction while he let out a sigh. "Yeah, it comes from being dehydrated. Can I have some water before I go to sleep too, please," he replied with the best pouty face he could muster, the goofy griffon failing miserably at doing so while he contorted his face awkwardly.

"Uhh, aside from that though, I can't think of anything else," he added with a yawn, the dark griffons maw opening widely as his eyes got heavy. Before any further response could be made, he was already asleep, tired from his day of work and failure.

Her keen eyes tracked the movements of Talkie as he tried his best to internalize and rationalize her bizarre response. While others might try abstract responses to get noticed, this couldn't be farther from the truth for the black mare. She found such concepts abstract and her lack of proper socialization only further exacerbated her ability to properly express herself.

While she could determine from his body language that Talkie was lying, or at least nervous, the unicorn politely made no reference to it as she positioned herself on the stage. "I believe that I understand your direction. You wish for me to express the concepts of relief and joy simultaneously. Joy can be characterized as outward show of pleasure or delight. Relief is the easing of pain or distress. I can attempt to do both at once," she explained calmly, her originally alluring voice never seeming to change in tone or inflection. It was starting to seem as if she truly was an automaton of some kind and his direction was outside the bounds of her programming.

"Thank you for providing me an opportunity to express myself at your direction. I feel that my responses may not be satisfactory, but I genuinely appreciate your patience in dealing with me, a person ignorant of the inner workings of your industry. I will be additionally relieved if I find that my presence has not substantially detracted from your reputation," she commented in her usual deadpan delivery as she gave another polite bow before all of the critical ponies. As soon as she had started, her display was over. While it was clearly not the expression anyone would be looking for, it was technically the most time efficient and exact response the strange mare could devise.

Alright~

This seems finished and ready for a final examination. You need to change the title from WIP to ready to get a final word on its status.

This application seems well on its way to being a great application. I know that it is labelled a work in progress, but I can still suggest a few minor things. A few flaws would help balance out her happy go lucky attitude and general aura of luck and good fortune.

She could also be well served with a bit of parental description. We know she loves her sister, what about her parents?

Gerrard of course meant no offense when he spoke of Harriet, but the architect had a way with words. The problem for him though was that his words were poorly chosen and their delivery even worse handed. Even in his current state, the younger hybrid could tell he wasn't exactly making any friends. "Real talk Falco, I'm uh... sorry... for what I said. I didn't mean it the way it came out," he explained meekly, the proud architect managing to force out an audible apology to his visibly irked friend.

He looked at the spartan quarters and didn't protest. While he was used to a bit of Canter lot luxury, his pride didn't allow him to complain about freely offered living quarters. "Thanks for the hospitality Falco, I won't forget it," he politely added for his friend as he took his spot on his bed.

Her expression was completely static as the director introduced himself and attempted to verify her name. She paused for a fraction of a moment, almost as if her brain were computing the answers to numerous questions and statements that were presented to her. "Yes, my name is Asteria. I apologize for my ignorance Sir Buckman, I came to the wrong conclusion on the type of presentation we were applying for. Please forgive me for dishonoring your profession, it was not my intention," she politely remarked, the mare's voice strangely confident, even when apologizing for her personal failings. It seemed as if her determination was unwavering, even when a mistake was made by her.

Regardless, she listened patiently to his direction, the perfectly composed mare thinking over his words. "You wish for me to act scared? Fear is irrational Sir Buckman, it clouds your judgement and makes you take actions that are not well thought out. The principle behind fear is the trigger of a fight or flight response that will subconsciously take over when one might be too scared to take action. If you are able to maintain your composure, you can take more appropriate actions in situations that may be stressful or dangerous. If you are asking me to improvise a response to fear, I would have to revert to a loose interpretation of the fight or flight response. Out of respect to the safety of all parties involved, I will demonstrate a flight response," Asteria explained in her usual voice, the mare seeming almost completely absurd as she spoke in what seemed to be the most convincing deadpan matter imaginable. A trained eye might have mistaken her sincerity her idle joking, but that was not her intent, the black mare clearly having trouble articulating the abstract concepts presented before her.

"If fear elicits a fight or flight response, it would seem appropriate that the severity of the response would be proportional to the fear. Simply put, the faster the actor flees, the more scared they appear. I will demonstrate the most amount of fear I can physically demonstrate with my body," she explained, pausing for a moment to give them a chance to measure her fleeing speed. After a second of silence filled the air, the tall unicorn quickly contorted her strong legs and launched herself off the stage and out of sight in what seemed to be record time, the mare clearly a running expert or athlete of some sort. As quickly as she had demonstrated her quick retreat, the unicorn was quickly tossed back onto the stage by her griffon friend, the graceful 'actress' trotting back onto the stage while a light cackle was audible from her feathered friend. "How was that Sir Buckman? I do not believe that I can act more scared without the use of magic," she explained calmly to the trio. Her absurd demonstration seemed like a joke, the execution of it so literal and flawless that it almost couldn't be possible that she was serious. Regardless, she stood before him with the same expression on her face as when she first spoke.

Gerrard could vaguely sense the growing anger in the griffoness, but was gone before his eyes could be raked. He looked over at the irked sergeant, just in time for Falco to down talk the mare. Gerrard chuckled a bit at the statement, finding such a claim strange. "Ponies have taught me to love and tolerate everyone, even dudes who like other dudes," Gerrard joked playfully as he jabbed Falco with an elbow.

"She always looks bored. Asteria thinks that expressing emotion is frivolous or something. Even then, she secretly cares about others and donates the majority of her work profits anonymously to disadvantaged children in Equestria of all species," Gerrard explained with a straight face. The usually jovial hybrid was being serious for once, not wanting Falco to think less of his best friend.

"But yes, I was the only person around she trusted to photograph her. Can't ruin her cover or anything. And besides, when you look like that, pictures just take themselves," he mused aloud, clearly infatuated with the made as he got hot and bothered. "Falco, I think I need some water," he jokingly added, smiling for his friend.

A controlled chuckle filled the air backstage at the audition. A large black griffon was speaking to an equally dark unicorn mare. Her expression was one of absolute stoicism, her crimson eyes peering back at the griffon as he made a spectacle out of the pair with his loud and boisterous behavior. "Asteria, you will make the best kind of actress. Nobody can keep a straight face in any situation like you can. In fact, I might even declare that you speak in the most dead on deadpan voice ever," Gerrard commented with a hearty laugh as he jabbed the made in the side with his elbow.

Not even a flinch was visible from the mare as Gerrard threw an elbow and a joke at her. She was like a living statue, her expression remaining as static as a statue. After a few awkward moments of silence, she panned her head over to the dark joker and opened her maw to speak. "Sir Grayfeather, acting as another is deceitful. I do not believe that I can do so without breaking the trust of the audience," the black made explained in a calm and confident voice, the only tone she knew, her actual familiarity with acting apparently non existent.

Gerrard and a few actors burst into laughter as she seemed genuinely serious. "I can't believe you can say that with a straight face, what a master," one pegasus complimented with a smile. The grin on the griffon's black beak widened as she spoke, knowing something they didn't. He knew she was being serious and replied by pushing her on stage. "Acting is storytelling, I am not lying. If you don't believe me, then are calling me a liar," he shouted to her as he launched her onto stage.

The unicorn managed to keep proper posture as she trotted onto stage, her speed gradually slowing to a stop as she gracefully walked onto stage. A close look at the mare revealed her tall dark body that was draped in the most magnificent white dress a mind could imagine, the clothing a perfect mixture of contrast and accent for her body. She peered out to the directors with the most firm of crimson eyes. Hello Gentlemen, I am here to try out for a role in your play. I humbly ask for your permission to start my presentation," Asteria spoke confidently in the most humble of manners, her voice initially coming off in a vaguely alluring manner that seemed to reach out for their hearts.

The stoic expression of indifference stared back at him as he peered across to Harriet. He was conflicted as to what to say as Falco started marching out of the room. The dark hybrid paused as he thought over Falco's cruel, vaguely accurate words. "I am quite familiar with the stoic expression of indifference. My best friend is perpetually stuck in such a state, and while it may be disheartening, I know that like her, you secretly must care. The truth is that I am a Canterlot Trained Irrigation Architect. I was dispatched to your humble city in a successful attempt to fix your water. And while your brother pulls us apart, I know that we secretly care for each other!" Gerrard declared in a dramatic manner, going down on one knee as he poured his heart out for her.

"Perhaps it wasn't met to be though, forgive me ma'am, I must leave," he added politely, returning to his feet as he wrapped a large black wing around his form. "Farewell mistress," he whispered before darting off after Falco, the dark hybrid quickly getting back to the side of his friend. The younger hybrid smirked a bit as Falco mentioned merchandise, deciding to throw a curve ball towards his friend. "Ya, I'll be right up there!" he declared confidently, the woozy griffon hopping up and flapping his heavy wings. With a few dangerous flaps, he landed beside the sergeant, seemingly proud of himself. "Yes, your 'merchandise is a solid six, almost a seven! Well above average. Of course, it is a bit beneath Asteria. She is a solid ten, quite the mare I must admit," Gerrard explained with a devilish smirk as he reached into his bag and pulled out a photograph of his close unicorn friend in a stunning white dress. "When I'm around her, I need lots of water to cool off," he added with a smile, lightly jabbing Falco with his elbow.

Gerrard was a highly schooled and individual, scholarly even when need be. Regardless, the Canter lot trained architect decided to just go with the flow, giving up for on arguing with such a self righteous individual. She seemed to love looking down on others and Gerrard figured it wasn't his place to ruin her fun.

The black hybrid listened intently to her, deciding to do his best to refrain from triggering one of her rants about magic. "I like the cold, my body being well suited for it. There is of course a limit to it. I wouldn't mind a scarf for a blizzard. As for heat, my black fur and feathers tend to turn me into a heat magnet," he explained with a chuckle as he plucked one of his long and majestic black wing feathers and presented it to the unicorn. He paused for a moment to think over her question.

"If you're asking what city I like the most though, I would say Manehattan. Lots of work and people there to do it. Hard work builds character, don't you agree," he explained simply, the black hybrid expecting her to agree.

Gerrard chuckled a bit as Falco abruptly stopped the discussion on interspecies relations. A lot of people frowned on them and he understood that, the griffon knowing that some were stuck in their ways. Gerrard just figured that Falco didn't like relationships of any kind. The black hybrid smirked as he took one passing glance at the large building before him.

The building was in a similar sort of vaguely western style, and elaborate sign resting above the entrance to the building. "Neat place," Gerrard complimented with a genuine tone, clearly eager to see what secrets were hidden inside it's walls. As he followed after the sergeant, Gerrard looked over all the trinkets, his keen eyes trying their best to make heads or tails of what was important. His narrow spectrum of training didn't seem to serve him very well with antiques, most of the items clearly out of his field of expertise.

As Gerrard followed Falco through his home, the architect couldn't help but glance across to the clearly confused griffoness. "Don't worry, the oil will wash right off my talons. I'm Sergeant Falco's old CO, honored to meet you Lady...," he politely remarked, telling an obvious fib for a laugh, the black hybrid far too young to have been any major rank in the military. Regardless, he did a polite bow before Hariet, offering a dark talon for a friendly shake. "What do I think of the place? Lovely place, I can see what draws all the customers in," he remarked coyly, the Canterlot trained griffon looking at Falco's younger sibling as he playfully poked his tongue out at her.

Gerrard was glad to see that it had worked, his tough black talon slapping Pathfinder back to her senses. He didn't often hit other people with them though, his hand throbbing lightly as he shook the pain off. The black hybrid hoped she didn't hold it against him, he knew the slap probably didn't hurt as much as his own bite though, the griffon a bit relieved about that. "Sorry about cutting you. It worked at least though," he added with a smile, feeling as if he finally managed to do something helpful for his adventurer friend. He glanced around the darkness, finding it incredibly hard to see anything of note. He limped about in the dark, his foreleg throbbing badly as he tried to make any details out. "Sapient hole? Danny? I'm afraid I don't have any clue about what you are talking about. I know irrigation, not

He could hear his friend pawing at the ground in a focused manner, searching with her hooves for something that she could use to figure out where they were. Gerrard was at a loss himself, the architect starting to feel that he wasn't cut out for adventuring as he followed her around. After a few awkward moments of searching, the hybrid heard pathfinder find something. He could only imagine what it was though, the hybrid trying his best to figure out what was going on with this pit. He was new to the whole adventure thing and it probably showed, the griffon hoping to follow her direction. When she mentioned water though, the griffon paused, raising his brow. "Water? Pipe? You should be careful. We are in a pit in the ground. If you break something, the water could flow into here and drown us," he explained in a worried tone, the griffon unable to finish his thoughts blasted the griffon in the face, knocking him over. While griffons were a bit bulkier and stronger than pegasi, there was no doubting that they lacked a bit of the agility of their hooved counterparts.

Gerrard hacked and wheezed and tried to dry himself off, the hybrid standing in a slowly growing puddle of water as the liquid slowly started filling their hole. "Oh gosh, let's get out of here," the griffon commented in a clearly disturbed voice, the braggart clearly not as confident as he was before. He quickly shuffled through his bag and pulled out his trusty blow torch, Gerrard igniting the tool as he created a shimmering blue flame. "You have something to make a torch with?" he added quickly, wanting to figure some way out before they met a watery demise. He flicked the fiery tool around with his deft wrists as he waited for her to find something to make into a torch.

A rattler once bit him. Five days later, it died. Nice crossover application, too absurd for Woe but funny regardless

Asteria patiently stood at the side of her friend, the disguised, mare clearly aware of the flaws in her costume, granted none were physical in appearance. Her body was in fact normal beneath the illusion, a simple physical interaction with her body would disregard her perceived appearance if it contradicted her actual body. Regardless, the mare was doing her best to fit in, perhaps too well as her costume made her look like a textbook copy of the infamous creatures.

"Thank you for the compliment Nexar, I practice my magic frequently. I always welcome opinions that are from differing perspectives," she explained patiently in her usual well meaning attitude. Her attempt was not to provide cover for the changeling, the unicorn actually changing into the creatures that ponies were most likely to universally fear. Their kind nearly took over Equestria and if nightmare night was about scaring up treats, Asteria figured this would be the most efficient manner. While Asteria was great at creating visual illusions, the mare clearly didn't have the disposition to outright lie and trick others, her voice and posture in particular giving her away to the most trained of observers. If she didn't talk though, a normal pony would easily be able to mistake her for one.

Her soulless blue eyes scanned over Nexar as he seemed torn over some thought that he couldn't get past. Asteria wasn't the type to idly speculate though and she decided against asking what was wrong. They slowly marched over to the center of towns, many frightening costumes of all manner of creature filling the streets, the slight imperfections in them being the only solace one would be able to find when confronted by them. She listened to the changeling explain in a cheerful manner that he hadn't done such an event before, the odd mare deciding that it was upon her to make the decisions for their night as they wandered over towards a candy apple stand.

The pair soon came upon a small group of ponies, two dressed up as vampires, and one dressed as masked figure. The Canterlot schooled mare quickly recognized the mask, her lifeless eyes examining them as she listened to the black alicorn compliment the masked pony. Asteria took a step towards the masked stallion, her sharp fangs and soulless eyes ready to meet his expression as she spoke to him. "Hello Sir, I appreciate your costume.The mask is over ninety percent accurate. May I ask you for tips in improvising disguises," she commented in her usual voice, Asteria not the type to change her voice as she stood uncomfortably close to the pegasus. The unicorn who was disguised as a changeling either was unfamiliar with personal space or simply chose to ignore it as her frightening visage decided to disagree with her calm controlled voice.

Gerrard had a wide grin on his face, the younger hybrid chuckling when Falco came to the realization that he had been the butt of a joke. He patted his friend on the back with a claw, the griffon back to his senses as he could battle wits with his friend at a reasonable level. When the sergeant suggested that Gerrard wasn't good enough for him regardless, the architect chuckled lightly, deciding to disagree with his older counterpart.

Gerrard batted his eyes in a playful manner and extended a black talon as if he were examining his nails. "I'm far too fabulous for a scruffy old man like you," he replied in a clearly faked feminine voice, Gerrard doing his best to avoid breaking into a hearty laugh. The younger griffon was of course joking, but felt the need to clarify further for his friend. "I wasn't asking you on a date, I'm sure you could find someone right for you if you felt the need," he added with a smile, Gerrard listening closely as his friend mentioned the peculiar tastes of the black griffon.

"Do I date my own kind? What a question," Gerrard replied vaguely with a chuckle, the architect deciding to explain himself as best he can. "Well, think of it like this, if I only dated griffonesses, I might get one or two dates a year. They also have very sharp claws that my eyes are allergic to. I mean I guess I could date one if I found a patient one in Equestria. I can't really venture on to Aquellia to go dating. Anyway, ponies are great to date and hang out with. They are even compatible if you want children," he added, the younger griffon wondering what Falco thought of the notion, seeing as he didn't really like dating at all to begin with.

"Just do you know pal, when I get back to Canterlot, I'm gonna take a nice bath and drink all the delicious water I can force down my throat. It will be marvelous!" he announced, Gerrard stumbling towards the pawn shop of his friend. He did want to get his sizzling body out of the sun and into a cooler location, the younger hybrid feeling anxious about the heat.

This application looks amazing. It is a high quality and original sounding application. While I am not specifically an RP helper that can approve anything, I can say from my experience with applications that this is well on it's way to being a fully functional and truly original character. I like that she is a strong unicorn, but has clearly defined powers that help balance out her similarity to an earth pony. While she can use magic, it is limited to a strict section of such, and is actually used as a way to help build her character. A unicorn who openly avoids using magic is a great twist on the existing lore of the show and can make for interesting dynamics if used well.

The only thing I would really add to the application would be a more thorough explanation of her fear of dragons. Does she fear being eaten, has one hurt her, or is she paranoid of one making glass better than her with their breath? Giving a bit of rationale to her fear would make the character more relatable to the audience.

You can also explain why she is arrogant. She seemed humble as a child and really eager to learn from others. Is there a reason why she has deviated a bit from her child hood. Perhaps she let an award go to her head, or she has developed something that makes her renown for one reason or another. While it is obvious that she is a kindhearted, if not hard working individual, maybe she just feels that others are a bit lazy with their gifts. The dynamic of talent versus hard work is always something fun to play with.

Her appearance is very normal and I don't see anything particularly wrong with it. Her environment is unique and a welcomed change from city life most characters have. I like her job, something I can't personally remember seeing on this forum. All in all, this is a great application. There are a few instances of missing commas in the writing, but I am not one to talk. I tend to over use them myself, but it doesn't detract from the application in any meaningful manner. You accidentally added an extra L on jewler though, I noticed that at least =3. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to reply or send me a message. Sundancer is a pony I hope to RP with in the future!