Klondike Starflier

"No worries, I find that I argue with myself from time to time, though I can't say I have to argue with personalities aside from my own. It must be difficult." He pauses, once again catching a glimpse of something. Turning his head to look at it, he found that his own mind once again tricked him. Returning his view to mesmeric, he put on a warm smile. "Well, like I said, I own a shop nearby. My treat." After all, it seemed to be in poor taste to simply have him pay for coffee in his own shop. "If you want, we could either finish the jog, or we could just go ahead and trot on over." A pity, really. Why did it seem like the interesting ponies always had such a hard go of it?

Klondike stood awkwardly as the the folks inside began to argue about a past incident. His eyes seemed to twitch while it tried to shift it's view from pony to pony, almost like he was trying to see through Mes and address the other two personalities. Unexpectedly, the conflict was resolved by Mes' interruption, which caused Klondike to jump. Shaking his head to sort of snap himself out of whatever trance he was in, he nodded, "Well, the offer still stands if you choose to take it," he spoke with a slow confused tone. Who were the other two ponies names again? Today was simply not a good day to track. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, already feeling himself crash. "Perhaps I could get you some coffee after this," he opened his eyes, his tone shifting from exhausted to a weak sense of energy, "I know I could use some. My treat." It would probably be a bad idea to ask, yet again, it might make things interesting.

Klondike simply nods, understanding where he was coming from in that. "Ah, sleep hypnotist huh?" He stops to think for a few moments, a few ideas starting to come to mind. A light smile crosses his lips as he looks over to Mesmeric and his many personalities. He did catch a little bit involving a certain lack of income, and there were some ideas, "Well I do own a cafe that usually has performances going on in it." Perhaps he would be too bold in asking, but he figured it wasn't such a bad thing to put forward. There was a few moments hesitation before he continued, "Maybe I could book you for a few performances if you so desire." Then, there was his absurd sleep schedule. His vision shifted towards the ground. It was something, at least. He wasn't sure if he desired to open himself to someone he barely knew. Perhaps, for now, it would be best to keep quiet about any further suggestions.

[tab=10]Klondike nodded as he listened to what he stated. "Huh, so perhaps the glimpse of what I thought I saw could be related to what I dreamed of?" He sort of narrows his eyes, attempting to comprehend exactly what was said. After a few moments pause, he shrugs lightly, letting out a small sigh. It had seemed that whatever was stated, Klondike had only a loose grasp on the subject. Unable to comment, he continues to jog, soon remembering that... Mesmeric, was it? Well, Mesmeric seemed to know a lot about these sorts of things. "If I may ask, where did you learn about all of that? I've been trying to understand my dreams myself, and so far I haven't had much luck." He holds back a yawn as he slows to a trot for a moment.

Sadly, I can't think of anything more to add to this, so I feel that I'm done.

Sorry, real life happened. I figure I'm just about done with the character. I just want to make a backstory to reinforce why he's against the gloomies. But I understand that this topic could be considered clutter, so if I don't figure something out, I'll just finalize it and maybe just do some work on it later.

[tab=10]"Ah, just the whole, dreamland not being too kind to me." He chuckles, "Some weird dreams happen, and I wake up to just spend hours on end just thinking about them. Kind of my fault, really." He jogs along the path, as something catches his eye. He glances over to it, but finds it was simply a trick of the mind. "But aside from that, nothing stressful, just me being tired." He smiles as he looks back, "Everything is just fine as it is so far, especially when I just go out and talk to strangers like that. I'm really glad you don't mind." He continues with the brisk pace, looking back over his shoulder for a brief moment, just to make sure that nothing was there. Turning his head forward once more, he was satisfied by seeing nothing of interest.

[tab=10]At the mention of it being pleasant, Klondike felt immediate relief. He regained his smile, "Well then, I'm happy to meet you and those two." He couldn't help but to feel slightly awkward at this whole situation. His stance illustrated that, as he stood with uncertainty, almost in question of why he was doing this. He then heard about jogging, and promptly began to jog in place, almost as if he was discreetly trying to shake off his nervousness, "Sure, I wouldn't mind jogging." It would certainly help him focus on not feeling awkward, and the thought of moving seemed like a good way to pass the time. With a yawn, he stopped jogging in place to cover it. "Ah, my apologies, one of those sleepless nights."

[tab=10]He realized he was staring. He looks away for a moment, wondering exactly how he could handle this. After a few moments, he made eye contact again. Putting on the best cheery voice he could muster, he began, "Ah, so you're in a bit of a rough spot. I guess." He puts on a thin smile, "Well, I'm Klondike, and I figured, although it's none of my business, that you could use somepony to talk to for now." He pauses for a bit, "Well, that is, if you and your friends don't mind." After a moment, his ears flopped down and he winced. Perhaps that wasn't the best thing to say to him.

Thank you for your input. I made it vague for what his 'mission' is so that he could be used in the present/future timeslots. As of now I'm sort of written out, and I figure that this character could be shelved until tomorrow where I could make him a little more lucid. As of now, I'm not sure how coy I will be with revealing his personality, but I'm sure the bear minimum will be written. I will reveal this though: even though he's a happy go lucky fella and he seems incredibly hyper, he knows when to 'play it cool.'

The same applies with me as well.

Name: Licorice Truffle Sex: Male Age: Young Stallion Species: Earth Pony Pelt Color: Pinkish-Purple Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Frilly, flamboyant, and fantastically styled and pink. Eye Color: Goldenrod Cutie Mark: Lollipop Physique: Athletically built Origin: Fillydelphia Roleplay Type: Equestria Crossover Occupation: Free agent for the Sugar Syndicate Motivation: A self proclaimed crusader against gloomies, his sword is candy and his shield is his jolly attitude. Likes: Bouncing, skipping, jumping, moving, making candy, smiles, running, giving candy, and most of all, seeing smiles. Dislikes: The gloomies Character Summary: [tab=10]He could hear his own breath, and the rapid pulsation of his heart as he stacked up with his team. Beyond the door was the unknown and to open it was akin to Pandora's box. He grasped the cold cylinder, oddly decorated much like a candy cane. Nodding to his team he grinned, and began to toss the cylinder, sans the pin, into the room. Things were about to get sticky. A pink flash, a screeching airhorn, and the sweet aroma of cotton candy signaled them to breach. --- [tab=10]From his alleyway, he could see the unfortunate ponies who trotted mindlessly through the streets of Fillydelphia. Diving in, he was prepared to see if he could steal that one glorious thing. He began to mingle, simply smiling, as he approached his first victim. In one swift action, he reached into his saddle bag and placed a bag of candy on the poor pony's back. The victim looked around, confused as the assailant vanished into the crowd. It seemed that tonight, he would not vanish seeing a smile, as the victim dumped the candy into the nearest bin. --- "Licorice Truffle, a jovial agent of the Sugar Syndicate, self titled crusader against the gloomies, is one of our lower confectionary creative agents: a simple initiate who shows promise on and off the mission. We literally found him crawling about in a ditch in his foal years with no parents to care for him. We decided to see what we could do and just enroll the child into our youngster's training program. Even though he was a bargain, he showed promise, especially during his candy crafting class where he earned his cutie mark and achieved high marks for his basic candy crafty class. During his final years at the syndicate's acadamy, he modified the FNM-S90 (That's the Frightful Noise Maker with Shine revision 90 for those who are uninitiated.) to include an aromatic cotton candy scent to further disorient opponents. He was indespensible in generating revenue for our society. Now if we could keep himself from getting in trouble with the Fillydelphia police, he would be going places." "Ah yes, Truffle. He's in jail for giving his candy away without a permit, again. But why do you think he would be good for this particular project?" "He's becoming too chaotic for us to control. He gets way too bored easily and begins to go on his own crusades against the 'gloomies.' We need to keep him entertained. That's why he's good for this project." "He would seem to be ready for being a free agent, but can we trust him outside of Fillydelphia?" "I believe that seeing new places would be benificial for him, especially places where giving out candy freely isn't against the law." "Perhaps we can break even with him." "Right, let's bail him out and brief him on his duties."

[tab=10]He had enough laying around in bed. It was another one of those sleepless nights where he dared not close his eyes. Dreamland was an odd, chaotic place for him that usually left him restless and unsettled. He began his morning dance: grind coffee, heat water, press it, drink it, and out with him; unto the street he went. He looked to the sky. At least he lost track of time in bed, it seemed later than he believed it to be. He assimilated into the crowd and flowed toward the park, a fine place to rest your tired self. At least the scenery changed, and the ponies that walked through there were interesting. [tab=10]And what do we have here, a rather interesting character indeed. He was jogging within earshot of Klondike. Once more, he was arguing with himself. Klondike quietly sympathized with him for the moment, until he realized he was (or so it seemed) shifting personality. Rather than rebuff this quirky sight, he was somewhat intrigued, and couldn't help listening in, though at that moment, there was only the call to silence to hear. "This isn't any of your business," he thought, "Why don't you just- Hey, where are you going? You're not-" He found him approaching the stranger. "Oh joy, what are you going to say? 'Hey, I couldn't help but to notice that you were arguing with yourself, care to talk about it?' You're not a psychologist," he continued to reason to himself as he approached with his tired glaze. Well, he was within greeting distance now, and he figured that he's in for the ride he put himself into. After all, what is life without meeting new ponies and other folks. [tab=10]"Hey," He stops cold, recalling that he desired a few moments to himself. He chuckles, "Ah, pardon me, I couldn't help-" Oh boy, "but to notice-" You're going there, aren't you? "That well, it's probably none of my business." Good, now turn around and, why aren't you turning around and walking away?

A writer huh? Awesome! I've tried writing myself, and I usually write myself into walls. I'd love to read some of your stories sometime!

Heya and welcome! So you hail from ponychan? I used to lurk there. I don't know why I stopped, but perhaps I could take another peek over there sometime.