Windwright

Alright, added the story and a couple extra details. Changed his name to the singular, since I'll never remember that it's plural.

Is it alright if I post a short story in spoiler tags or in the story section with a link here to answer that? I think there's enough there to warrant one, I just don't want to clutter the application down too much. (I'll edit the other details into the application itself around the same time. He actually does work as a DJ, but most of his income is from his parents' record store.)

The flight had cleared his head somewhat, but he was still a little distracted when Spitfire ducked into a cloud and out of sight. When he noticed, though, he immediately landed and cast about for her for a moment. Really, there were only a hoofful of places she'd be going, and the arena they trained in was the other direction from the theatre, so he could easily fly to her flat and wait for her there, but...well, she was making clear that he wasn't wanted, at least for the moment, and he could always talk to her before practice tomorrow. Them doing so wasn't anything unusual, they were co-captains after all. Soarin' sat and thought for a moment. He hated this. He had probably done something stupid, but couldn't figure out what. Sure he'd gone into this a little half-cocked, but wasn't that always how he did things? If it wasn't a routine, anyway, no way to do those half-cocked, somepony could get hurt. Of course somepony was getting hurt now, though Soarin' couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't just him in pain. In fact, it seemed more likely the more he thought. "Spitfire?" He calls out, not really expecting a response. They were pretty far from most other pegasi, though, so he could probably risk saying it out loud. "Listen, I'm not sure how I messed up, but I'm pretty sure I hurt you. I don't want that, any more than I want to end things with you thinking I'm just some stupid foal. You of all ponies should know that. All of it. I'm not so good with words unless they're about flying or performing...I guess...I just wanted to say I'm sorry." He stands up and turns around, then dives off the side of the cloud and wings around toward his own apartment.

Long work days are keeping me from really exploring the character the way I should. I'm still working on him, it's just slower during the workweek.

Wham, bam, thank you man!

Changed his name to Disco Light, per a suggestion from Dubstep (makes his stage/nickname 'D-Light') I was thinking that the star was just something fairly chintzy, and the array of them was supposed to be like lights off a disco ball, sorta. I can redo that bit, though.

"So, Mr. Stripe, is there a lucky mare in your life? If you don't mind me prying a bit." "Indeed there is somepony fair, with a gentle soul and marvelous hair, and a boutique managed with great flare. Someday soon I shall return there, and dote every moment I can spare, in nighttime moments and summer air." 'Violet' said, before making a gesture toward Glitzen's business partners. "Those two ponies over there, seems like they could use your care." He pointed out gently, to give himself a moment to recover from the mental equivalent of olympic level gymnastics. Edgar Allen Poeny, eat your heart out. This was actually kind of fun for him by this point, even though he was pretty sure Glitzen knew who he really was, to play pretend for a while.

I had some help on those. (Thanks guys!)

Roleplay Type: Mane Name: Disco Light Sex: Male Age: Young Stallion Species: Earth Pony Eye Color: Purple Coat Color: Blue Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Frizzy, nappy, and lime green. The original color is something closer to a pastel green, but he dyes it. He also dyes extra stars into the pelt around his flank. There's also a pastel pink star on his forehead, when his hair isn't covering it, which is never. Physique: Slim Cutie Mark: Five pointed star in white Origin/Residence: Born and raised in Canterlot, baby. Occupation: Musician, DJ, Clerk at his parents' old record store. Motivation: Dance all night, and play all day Likes: Disco, Swing, Ska, Bright colors, Dance floors Dislikes: Squaresville parties with no dancing, music, or fun. Character Summary: Some ponies say disco is dead, but Disco disagrees. His special talent is in the awesome Grooove thing and getting ponies into the swing of things. Rain or shine, day or night, there is no bad time to get your hooves a-movin' and your soul a-groovin'! He is a fair sight to see on the dance floor, but his real skills are on the discs, making sure the tracks all find just the right place to keep the party going and get the rhythm flowing. He always liked music, since his parents raised him in an old vinyl store on Trotmaninoff, Beethooven, Tchaiclopski, and Coltzart. Even at that early age, though, he preferred the swing albums to the classical. His parents didn't exactly approve, but felt it harmless enough, even when he started taking to his namesake, disco. And take to it he did, with a passion and a flare to make the world take notice and get funky fresh! Since the day he got his cutie mark, a fab little five pointed star he likes to say bounced off a disco ball and stuck to his pelt while he was cutting a mean rug on a discotheque dance floor, he's aspired to rekindle the fires of disco fever in Equestria in between his bouts of chronic Mojo outbreaks. Seriously it should be a crime to be this fly.

Pre-flight stretch, check. Wind speed at oh point three wing power from the north northeast. Temperature at about seventy eight, terrain is a class three, wings are primed, set. Set. Kneel, adjust for wind, Trees at two o'clock and two degrees to three o'clock and seven. Steady... As Soarin' checked through the routine and pre-show procedures in his head, mostly making things up as he went along, he took note of Spitfire's position, and the foals' and the cloud cover. Yes, that direction would be best, the sun would be in his eyes for the three-quarter roll, but he knew that well enough to close them anyway. With one last glance around he lowers his goggles into position. Alright, routine. Bring it. He gave the signal and launched into the air before it had time to stop echoing in his ears. The point of the demonstration was not to impress so much as to educate, so he wasn't quite going fast enough to generate the storms the team was known for, but he still executed the first portion of the routine, a few simple shoot-the-loops over the foals to get into gear.

"I have a job in trading words, with Canterlot ponies who fly like birds. But that I exchange words all day, does not diminish the things I say. You are a pony to be admired, and you must be quite widely desired." Says the 'zebra' after what felt like nearly a month of thinking up a suitable reply. "And just what is it that you do, aside from being marvelous to woo? And tell me miss Glitzen Glamour, is there a stallion who holds your amour?" He'd barely said it and his internal alarms were all yelling that the words didn't really rhyme if you had to force it, but really, put a stallion on the spot and he's far from Shakespony. While he was talking, Honeywing sidled over to the refreshments area and retrieved a cup of punch. Changing the pitch of his voice was hard work.

Soarin' stood dumbfounded again. That wasn't...'Grow up?' From Spitfire, of all ponies...Sure, any other pony and he'd just chalk it up to not knowing him. But Spitfire? No. No! He wasn't gonna stand for that. He spread his wings and set his jaw defiantly, then took off and started following Spitfire. She was probably going home, he'd been there often enough to know where it was unless the city got shuffled around. She was flying at an easy pace to match, so it didn't take long for him to catch up. He knew better than to talk, though. He might not be able to keep his voice calm, and he knew etter than to make a scene. He wasn't some little foal, he wasn't. And he wouldn't cry either. He was a Wonderbolt! Wonderbolts don't cry. Wonderbolts keep their composure and dignity no matter what the odds are. No matter how bad they mess up. And no matter what anypony else says. Even if that pony is Spitfire.

"So, what brings you to the Luau?" 'stripe had been expecting this one! "A stroke of luck, you ponies say. I had business here today. And now that my work here is through, I came to play and dance with you." He said, actually proud of coming up with that rhyme before he even had the disguise ready. As the waltz came to a close, he very nearly put a pegasus flourish on it, he normally would have spread his wings wide when he knelt low, but he managed to restrain them before they did much more than flutter the cape.

Soarin' waited to make sure everypony had a chance, then addressed the white and brown filly, saying "We've been all over the place, and traveling so much makes it a lot easier to find your way home. I did wander off a lot as a colt, though. It's scary when you're alone, but it's also exciting! Flying over places you've never seen before and discovering new things." As he was speaking, he shuffled over toward Spitfire and, once he was satisfied with the response to the filly's question, he leaned over and whispered: "There are some markers in my saddlebags, I think. I left them outside, but we can grab them in a sec." He straightened up then and flashed a big grin to the kids. "Alright, if there are no more questions, we can all head outside, and we'll show you guys how we do a couple of our stunts and training routines. We can also sign autographs outside, since it's such a nice day." he said, taking a couple of steps in the direction of the door.

Soarin took a position next to Spitfire and smiled pleasantly. Spitfire was a good captain, but there was a reason there were two. "Oh, plenty!" he piped, then adressed the foals themselves "See, we're more than just a team, in a lot of ways we're like a big family. We help each other out, cover for our weak spots, and encourage one another to do our best, so that we're the best fliers in the air, bar none. Our tems are the fastest, most technical fliers in all of Equestria and we bring that to every show, every boring conference, and every awesome presentation we do!" He spread his wings now for a bit of dramatic flair, watching the foals in the audience for a reaction. They were, after all, why he was doing this job.

Soarin' had followed the teacher inside, glancing over his shoulder on the way in, and had almost replied when he was barreled into. This one he did NOT see coming, though fortunately the relative weights and inertia of the two ponies meant that Soarin' was merely forced to stumble a step or two. "Uh...hello there miss," he said once he'd spotted the barrel-er, "You okay down there?" Brilliant, Soarin'. Sterling dialogue. He mentally berated himself. Still, what's said is said, or something like that.

Soarin' glanced around for a few more moments, but his attention was drawn away when he heard a voice behind him. He executed a kind of pirouette with a half-barrel turn, and ended up on his hooves on the ground beside Spitfire, maaaaybe a little closer than he should have landed. Maybe. Then Axis zoomed by, and Soarin' just BARELY remembered where they were in time to stop himself from chasing the junior Wonderbolt down. There was being silly, then there was just plain being rude, but it would have to wait. "We're glad we could make it!" Soarin' replied to the teacher, once Spitfire had greeted her. He flashed a charming grin, or what he hoped was one, and slipped his goggles down. He had a feeling he'd end up needing them, if balloons of stuff flew out of nowhere here very often. And with that last minute wardrobe adjustment, he was ready to follow Spitfire and the teacher in.

Soarin' was about to respond as well when he saw something flying at him from the corner of his eye. This in itself wasn't unusual, they were all trained to deal with situations where rocks or twigs or food were kicked up by one of their low-fly tricks or thrown at them, and by the time...whatever it was was where he used to be, his body had already flung itself into the air in an admittedly amateur barrel roll over Spitfire's back that left him hanging a good two dozen hands or so in the air. When the balloon hit the ground, it predictably popped, spilling the nectar everywhere. "Er...wow...uh..." Soarin' stated eloquently as he looked around for the source of the sticky missile. That part was unusual. Nice smelling, but unusual.

Soarin' nodded at Spitfire, a cheesy grin on his face. "Yep! I always love doing these presentations, especially with y-" he started, before being interrupted by Axis. He blinked a couple of times as he trailed off, then replied, his feathers ruffled more than a little. "Hey! I thought it was just going to be Spifire and me today, did the coach change his mind?" It wouldn't have been the first time, of course. The team tended to treat school visits informally, and Soarin' knew that they always said they'd have 'some of the team' drop by when they made the arrangements, just in case a particular member couldn't show. A last minute addition wasn't unheard of but it was usually another of the older members, so Soarin' was a little off-kilter. His saying what he was about to say wasn't helping things either.

(Because this thread is a good idea) Graham Cracker - Late to bed, early to rise - Live in owner, proprietor, and head chef for the Avalon inn, which he runs single-hoofedly on slow days, in Canterlot. Chocolate Chip - Tends to be a morning pony, but is usually working. He has a couple of days a week off, officially. - In and around Canterlot. Mint Zest - A bit of a night owl, it's best not to bug him before noon on his days off - In and around Canterlot.

Edited my list post to include new achievements for Graham, Honeywing, Tourmaline, and Silverplume

"Well sure, but I think it's worth it to get dressed up for fancy stuff! Besides, I thought...uh...Well, nevermind! It's a nice party." Soarin' said, covering up his slight hesitation with another sentence entirely. He nodded politely to the tender and gave one of his trademark grins. "Think anypony else will recognize me like this? Or just the smart, good looking ones?" He asked Spitfire, spinning in place to show off the outfit. It was a well fitting tuxedo, all in all. On close inspection, the color wasn't black, but was a deep blue color, likewise the shirt was a light blue, not white. Tiny wings are sewn into the trim of the collar with black thread, adding a subtle personal touch. Of course, he was wearing it as an extension of being where he was. And he was here because of Spitfire.

Tourmaline examined his piece for a few moments before taking a bite out of it. It smelled sweet, which usually tasted prett-WHOAH! His opalescent eyes suddenly contract to near pinpoints for a moment as the taste hits his tongue. Whatever this cake-thing was, he LIKED it. After the first nibble, he devoured the rest of the treat in short order and, after licking his fangs clean, managed a quick, polite, "Thank you, Miss Pony." before his eyes flitted back to the rest of the tiramisu.

Soarin looked around the bar area, Spitfire was deceptively difficult to track, even with her yellow pelt. Somewhere after the spiced pie in the VIP section, he'd managed to change out of his Wonderbolt uniform and into an honest-to-Celestia tuxedo. True, he'd wanted to be the one to do the asking, but a date with Spitfire was still a date with Spitfire. Besides, he was less likely to be pulled away if he wasn't wearing the uniform. With these thoughts skipping through his mind, he sidled up to the bar and, through a happy coincidence, spotted his teammate toward the far end. He grinned a goofy grin and strode along the bar, saying "Excuse me." whenever he brushed against another pony, till he was able to slip up beside Spitfire and wait for the mare to notice him.

Tourmaline glanced quickly from dragon to pony and back before imitating Ignus and bowing, albeit somewhat awkwardly, as it wasn't a position he was used to holding. In fact, before long he nearly lost balance, and instead simply goes on all fours and looks around. There were so many ponies around that the little dragon was starting to get a little overwhelmed, but he didn't say anything about it, instead opting to study the pony closest to them. She had some sort of cake thing floating beside her, maybe she was wanting to share it?