Huscarl

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Huscarl was in his own little world. The teenage dragon had his eyes closed and had a slight amounts of smoke escaping his nostrils at different intervals, despite the fact that he had no idea that his stealth had been comprised due to his own carelessness. The dragon was sitting up against the wall in a somewhat theological position with his head resting on his right hand below his chin, with his dull maroon scales and massive set of wings were pushed up against the wall. His orange alloy spikes what were normally protruding from his back were nowhere to be seen, they where most like sticking into the wall behind him. He carried on dreaming about being accepted by pony society. Though in the end, he knew it could only be a dream, his size and fierce looking teeth seemed to be just the first thing that ponies trembled in fear when seeing him. Stalliongrad wasn't the most busy of places, even at the best of times, but it seemed as if the only two ponies had noticed the dragon, that being Torque Wrench and Silt Treble.

Adventure time obviously! and Game of Thrones, I love that too >

[colour=#FF0000]"Just an dull, ordinary conversation..."[/colour] Huscarl proclaimed to nobody in particular as he took a deep breath of lemongrass and released a huff of black smoke into the air [colour=#FF0000]"Seems typical of ponies to talk about such monotonous things" [/colour]The educated dragon proceeded, not taking care about the volume of his voice. The dragon never hated ponies, it was just the little things that always got on the nerves of the large teenager, though it may be true that he is smart for his age, he definitely didn't have much common sense, as shown by his total lack of conscience to the sound of his voice. He slid his back against the wall, and fell down onto his backside, making a loud thud that could be heard throughout the entire street, releases a sigh, puts his hand on his chin and closes his eyes. Huscarl loved to just close his eyes, and enter his own world, a world where he could walk through the streets of a city without having to crawl through sewers or lurk in the shadows like a common criminal. Oh how he wished to enter this world.

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Saw a re-run of party of one in late 2011. Got hooked.

Roleplay Type: World Of Equestria Name: Foxglove Foalfellow Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Earth Pony Eye Colour: Dark Goldenrod Coat: Blood Orange Mane/Tail: Similar to that of a foxes tail, a light orange tail with a white tuft on the end Physique: Slightly skinnier than an average Stallion, though slightly taller. Residence: Moves around Equestria for a living. Occupation: Independent Trader/Traveling Merchant (Some disingenuous people call this con-artistry, But they are severely misinformed ) Cutie Mark: A top hat, and a cane. History: Growing up in the underbelly of Equestria's greatest city, Canterlot can crush many ponies hopes and dreams, while fueling desire and ambition for others who wish to create something of their lives, and escape the drab and dull routine of a 9 to 5 job, for 5 to 6 days a week. Foalfellow, is one of these ponies. Growing up just as an average pony in the bottom rung of society, minimalistic education, being pushed out of the door to have a laborious job for the rest of his career didn't seem all to appealing to him. This disapproval was fed by many books of aspiring adventurer ponies (Daring Do for example) that his mother would often read to him, would obviously bring this humdrum lifestyle in direct contradiction with itself. How could Foalfellow even consider working as a laborer when there are other ponies doing far more mightier and influential things in Equestia?! There was something deep down inside Foalfellow that called for something else entirely. This voice inside of the young earth pony, was a call that had been heard by so many other ponies in Equestria. This was a call for something else! Granted, he didn't know what he wanted to do, But the same old job day in, day out? Definitely not! Foalfellow, was always part of that group at school who would rather be exploring a long lost land or inspecting a haunted house. Granted, when danger is lurking, Foalfellow would almost certainly be at the back of the line to enter the haunted house, though his ambition for embarking of adventure would never be dampened, his courage? should be a subject of scrutiny. The foal was more of a dictator, one such dictator who preferred to work through mediators rather than taking action himself. Now, you may be wondering, 'A pony that is lacking in courage, though has a sense of adventure?' what does, in all honesty, sound pretty far-fetched, Foalfellow's sense of adventure was more of a feeling for reform, and for change. A desire to say 'No' to the inevitable, and carve his own destiny with his own two hooves. It seemed like an average day in Canterlot. Foalfellow was simply on his way to school when a precarious and strange contraption rolled into town. Ponies going about their everyday business gathered to see what the commotion was all about, as Foalfellow watched in anticipation and concentration. The contraption opened to reveal a pony in a top hat and a cane, aided with a booming voice and silver tongue. Foalfellow soaked up his words like a sponge, as did the crowd of ponies who had recently formed around the intriguing contraption. He promised amazing luck from an old jar, he promised fame and glory for the wearer of an old beaten up helmet, and promised happiness for the wearer of a special magic gold medallion, as the crowd watched in awe of his every movement, and every word. The pony inside the contraption offered to sell these items at a 'bargain' price to the highest bidder. The moment he made that statement, about one hundred hooves shot up into the air and began waving in a frenzied attempt to gain the charismatic sales-ponies attention. Foalfellow saw a lot of bits change hooves that day, as many ponies wanted to gain the attributes that the sales-pony promised. After selling the Items, the sales-pony moved onward, leaving the town with a smile on his face up aboard his amazing eye drawing contraption. Foalfellow went to bed that night with a smile on his face, he had found what he wanted to do. The next day was like war had been declared in Canterlot, The rumor of three disgruntled, angry ponies looking for a charismatic sales-pony for their bits back was definitely a popular, and somewhat funny one, It was even more laughable that it turned out to be true. A lucky old jar turned out to be, well, just an old jar with no luck at all. The helmet turned out to be, a helmet that was already in the latter stages of corrosion, and the gold medallion was just iron painted with a cheap gold paint, needless to say, it didn't bring much happiness No, quite the opposite in fact. Despite knowing that the sales-pony was in the wrong, There was something about him, was it his witty charisma? Was it his cool and collective getaway? Foalfellow didn't exactly know, but he his sights dead-set on what he desired to do. Still a colt, he borrowed his fathers old, beaten up top hat and cane (Much like the sales pony looked like), and took to the playground with some old toys from his room. Laying down a carpet, and began emulating what the sales pony had done. Speaking with a loud booming voice, and a silver tongue,Though he was an amateur, he performed to the best of his ability, claiming one thing was magical, and another was a good luck charm. Needless to say, the event carried out almost identical to the one that the sales-pony had created, With the exception of the cutie mark that had been imprinted onto Foalfellow's flank. Just as things has transpired with the sales pony, who had to leave town after the sales of his fake items, for obvious reasons, Foalfellow had to leave too. So, in wise judgement, Foalfellow began packing his bags, and saying his goodbyes to his family, The colt decided to embark on his adventure with an old wooden cane, and a dusty old top hat... It seemed like an average day in Stalliongrad, that was until a strange looking contraption rolled into town, making loud and attention attracting noises, The contraption opened up in the center of the city, revealing a pony with an old wooden cane, and a dusty old top hat, his cutie mark being the same. The blood orange coated pony promised amazing luck from an old jar, he promised fame and glory for the wearer of an old beaten up helmet, and promised happiness for the wearer of a special magic gold medallion, as the crowd watched in awe of his every movement, and every word. Character Summary: Not a stupid pony by any means, but he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, He makes up for it with his dazzling charisma, He could sell paintings to the blind, or music to the death. Though, when he sees just an average pony, he sees a target, a target for personal gain. Regardless of age or social stature. This leads to Foalfellow as being somewhat of a manipulative pony, using others for his own personal gain with the use of his silver tongue, he can be described as a 'coward' when it comes to any real danger or action. Being in his line of profession, he has built quite the ability to lie to people without giving an inch to the truth. Foalfellow is never the one not to miss out on a few theatrics, seeing most things as a sales pitch. Foalfellow is blessed with an abundance of confidence, taking a gamble (preferably non dangerous) should co-inside with his forte. Though not necessarily evil, and is just a petty criminal in reality, he does have a short fuse when it comes to irritating ponies, and can be subject to outbursts of rage when being severely angered. Foalfellow isn't devoid of conscience or goodness though, as there are much more evil beings to be found in Equestria. Obviously. Having all 4 hooves in use makes using a cane difficult, so, Foalfellow has an appropriate little sheath on the right side of his body to carry the cane when he is using all of his hooves. Clothing wise, He can mostly be seen with a worn blue cape with an inner red linen on the interior, also with a tattered green suit with a black ascot stuffed below his neck.

Romania eh? Welcome to Canterlot!

Welcome to Canterlot. You will fit in like a glove here!

[colour=#282828]By chance, an unlikely creature was in the area[/colour] [colour=#282828]Huscarl, was just sneaking through the city on one of his weekly 'Book runs'. Being a hulking teenage dragon, he isn't exactly going to be greeted with open arms when walking into Stalliongrad. Obviously, it is somewhat strange to see a dragon who has a deep obsession with reading, and has to 'borrow' the books (Without ever returning them, It's not like the dragon can just get a library card). On his espionage to the library, his big, red ears detected an awkward meeting of a filly, who looked to be barely of age, and a purple coated unicorn, Huscarl moved to a save position at a street corner.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Now, Huscarl isn't the most nosy of Dragons, nor is he the most violent. But there was something about these unicorns that sparked his attention, the red coated teenager moved silently to try to hear whatever conversation that either of the two might engage in, while remaining as stealthy as he can, and trying his best to conceal his bright yellow underbelly in the reflection of the sun. After a slight re-position closer to both of them, he perked both of his ears to eavesdrop on their conversation. [/colour]

Nope, Not me. It's his bus. Would you ever consider a wonderful holiday in glorious nation of Kazakhstan?

Cambodia or Taiwan?

Hi there chaps! Just letting you know. Huscarl is back in town from his magical journey. Seriously. I have returned from somewhere to scare you all once again with Borat's ugly face. Granted, Nobody missed me in the first place. But I think it would order to reintroduce myself for all you folks. Missed me?

It was a good episode, like most people are saying, there have been better though. Canterlot Wedding and Return to Harmony for example, I think the biggest letdown was King Sombre, the guy simply had no personality, Sure, you can feel how dangerous he is throughout the episode, but he has ZERO personality, he has hardly any lines in both episodes combined too, a big change in comparison with Discord or Nightmare Moon. Also, You think Celestia and Luna are in cahoots about trolling the Mane Six? Luna looked as if she didn't entirely want Twilight to go in the first episode, though Celestia is like, "GO TO THE EMPIRE!" Good episode though.

Hi welcome to Canterlot! Have you ever seen the Dragonball series, or Ranma 1/2?

Haha Welcome to Canterlot PonyRehab! I like your big mac, and all the others for that matter! Have a fun time here in Canterlot!

I believe I am the only Brony in my town.......

Hi there! You have arrived my sire! Welcome to Canterlot!

Woahhh! awesome list! Switch Drake and Josh with MLP and you have one of the best ever! Ed Edd and Eddy was AWESOME!

I'm studying the cold war currently lol If you are going to take the Celestia vs Luna route. I see Luna being the Soviet style communist. Nightmare moon being the 1 party dictatorship and all

Engaged eh? Welcome to Canterlot! Hope you have fun in this wonderful place