TehBbqdPizza

- Cartophile: Most recent one; some call my Carto for short. Pretty self-explanatory. - Consonance: Used for several months from different forums, names after the repetitive use of consonants in poetry. Con for short. - TehBbqdPizza/TBP: The most familiar one, apparently - BbqPizza: The shortening of my own name, used for more than a year before changing it. - Omglolbbqpizza: The original name. - Whirlwind: Got this from my friend after helping him name his OC this name. - Skewer: The alternative name my brony friends in real life nickname me. - Derpy, Alt Derpy, Flatland Derpy, and H. G. Derpy: The Derpy quadruplets, each from a different universe. Currently the proud user of these multiple characters in the chat. Actually, now to think of it...I didn't notice Kodo and Kuna was one word. Kodo is Rhythm, Kodoku is lonely. Na is a connective word to something a noun. And I thought it was one big word. If it was like that, it'll be incorrect and have no meaning. (Rhythm ???) Lonely Loser. (Kodoku Na Haisha) Kyoto is a city in Japan, Yokai means ghost. Referenced off "Nura: Rise of the Yokai", where Kyoto is the most abundant places of Yokai.

Sea Swirl couldn't believe it. The longer she remained in the group, the crazier things got.[colour=#3a3dbe] "Uhh...maybe I should go next."[/colour] The ponies here don't seem very skillful... maybe I could win without too much difficulty. She positioned her bowling ball , closing one eye temporarily to maintain her aim correctly. Sea Swirl wanted to curve this ball, in hopes to hit the pins from the side and topple all of them with ease. That was what she planned of; Sea Swirl was not aware of the difficulty to execute such a task, let alone consider other possibilities. She was confident, too confident, that the ball would strike. This was what prevented her from succeeding. Instead of the bowling ball striking the side as she expected, it instead went straightforward, hitting the tip. The mere hit only resulted in having three pins down; not good enough for the blue mare to conclude it as a "good" shot. She bit her lip in frustration, seeing herself failing in front of these ponies. She knew that she could do better, but in this case...she just couldn't. [colour=#3a3dbe]"Well, better luck on the second shot!"[/colour] Sea Swirl said, and she picked up another bowling ball, this time it at the still standing apex pin. She felt that she should no longer take her chances with a curve ball, and shot it straight forward. The second attempt hit just four of the pins. Ugh...what is going on? Sea Swirl muttered in disbelief. [colour=#3a3dbe]"Might have messed up a bit,"[/colour] Sea Swirl declared the the group.

Wow...I was about to use that name for my next Pegasus OC. Oh well. This application seems great, will like to see how it does in roleplay.

(Not a RPH) Hello Housin, For the dream and goal, I think it's a bit too dimple to conplete. It might be better to create a much more difficult goal; anyone could easily get to the Crystal Empire. Plus, nothing is specified why he wanted to go there. Was it because he was curious of the land which was mysterious to him? The excitement of exploring? And the named ponies; can you please say who are these ponies? There are a few that are not specified. Are they their relatives? friends? other gemfinders? Plus, you should attempt to proofread your application; it's a bit difficult to read. Thanks!

[colour=#3a3dbe]"And hello to you, too. Name's Sea Swirl."[/colour] she greeted the donkey, along with a welcoming smile. So he's Cranky... Sea Swirl thought, acquiring this new fact. The other filly was also revealed to be Twist, and appeared to be close friends with Cranky, as they both seemed quite familiar with each other, as if they've met each other many times before (which was probably the case). The older mare, called "Heart" by Cranky, was now bowling on the lane. She had grabbed a bowling ball, notably heavy, and struggling to throw the ball out, the ball did not roll, but instead created a small crater on the lane. The mare was later enraged in a "fight" with the bowling ball, using her magic to attempt to pull the bowling ball out of the crater. [colour=#3a3dbe]"Stop!"[/colour] Sea Swirl demanded tersely, then continuing. "I think it'll be better if we...switch to another lane. The employees here can fix it, and I don't think the lane is actually usable anymore." She moved to the lane she previously used, grabbing a new bowling ball, which, unlike Twist's and Heart's ball, was decent in weight.[colour=#3a3dbe] "So, if everypony is prepared, we can start. Who's going first?"[/colour]

Despite only one mare working as an employee in the cafe, Ginger seemed to work swiftly and get to their orders in a fairly short time. Skewer was a bit astonished by the mare's accent; she was probably from the countryside once. While the mare was brewing his drink, he noticed a younger colt waving to him when he finished his order of cream latte. He was doubtful he even knew the colt, but then again, Skewer did not feel like disappointing the colt by simply ignoring his actions. He, though slightly reluctant, waved back to the colt, making a pretend yet natural smile. The encounter has passed a few minutes of time, and later he was served with a latte. It seemed like the perfect cup of...perfection. Nothing seemed out of place, and he especially liked the cream "art". It was simple, yet so appealing. But he knew a cup of coffee wasn't about appearance, but about its taste. The taste was everything about a coffee; it can be very well said it was something that just could not be overlooked. Skewer took a short sip of the latte first, holding the liquid in his mouth for some time to tell apart it's array of tastes before he gulped the latte in, sending an immediate surge throughout his body. It was then, due to that first sip, that Skewer became absent-minded. The coffee cup was invitingly calling to him again for a second sip, in which he complied. He was later draining it, allowing energy to shoot through his nerves. Surprisingly, he had prevented even one drop from leaking as he drank the large amount of latte. He snapped out of his subconscious mind, finding out that he needed a deep breath from gulping too much coffee in such a long time. A great deal of latte has disappeared from the cup. Then the aftershock came. Skewer began sensing a burning pain in his stomach, and at that moment he knew that he had drank way too much as he expected. Fortunately, it was not at all harming, but did ache his insides a bit. Maybe I should have drank slower...

Don't worry, poses do have some level of difficulty.

Free Verse of the Lemon When life gives you Lemony~ You got to give him/her a proper Introduction to Canterlot We hope you enjoy your time And have this nice emoticon.

Sea Swirl blinked. Not long after she had challenged the group for a game, a filly had arrived to their lanes, greeting the group, especially the one named "Cranky", though she did not know who it was. Notably, the filly had a lisp, which made her speech slightly difficult to understand. Sea Swirl giggled when the filly said the name "Cranky"; who on Equestria will call somepony- or some donkey- such a name. She had covered her mouth, however, to prevent anypony (or, to make things less complicated, anyone) from being offended. Her view turned to the more slovenly stallion who was about to shoot in a warm-up shot, or so he called it. Sea Swirl had noticed his position and his launch was a bit off, along with being too forced, and the bowling ball neared the gutters. She was sure it wouldn't get in, until the stallion's flies flew off to the bowling ball, pushing it to the other side. The event was unexpected; Sea Swirl wasn't ever sure if flies were that powerful. Maybe she should research flies more often; they might not be as gross and terrible as they seem. Nonetheless, she saw it as cheating, and predictably, the stallion also saw it as so. Sea Swirl was content with the stallion's admittance. At least he wasn't an intentional cheater, as she disliked them and their unfair actions. [colour=#3a3dbe]"Unbelievable!"[/colour] Sea Swirl said in a rather surprised manner. [colour=#3a3dbe]"How...how did they do that?"[/colour]

Carom had before crawled out of bed at noon, where the hour hand was perfectly facing in the same direction and above the minute. But she could not see that, as her vision was blurred, and blinking had little effect on clearing it. She had wondered why she had made the decision to get up in the first place, until she recalled why. It was for the rejuvenating "antidote" to her weariness. She had not slept for a good deal of the night. Carom had been participating in a local pool nine-ball tournament in Trottingham which started in the evening, which spanned into much of Luna's night. Carom had won the tournament, but she had reconsidered whether the win was worth the trouble. Probably not. But, her blurriness eventually faded, and she went on a journey, a five-minute journey, to the cafe at Tatterstall and Stampford. There was where she would finally find her remedy, and Carom had used what remaining energy she had inside of her to get there. As she continued to her goal, she had attempted to avoid sunlight where it struck; in fact, she had remained in the shadowy sections where Celestia's sun could not reach. She could not afford to blind her eyes once more by such brightness. When she finally reached her destination, she foggily stumbled onto a seat inside the cafe, taking a short rest, and proceeding to the "line", which was, thankfully, empty. Carom, now at the counter, glanced at the menu shortly. She didn't care what she wanted. For all she knew, she could have every kind of coffee and shoot it all down, along with feasting on a large array of food and other drinks. Irritably, she took out some bits- for how much, she did not know- and placed them on the counter. Carom was notably using her hoof to pressurize the surface of the counter, almost if she is using it to pull herself up. [colour=#66cdaa]"I'll want..."[/colour] she muttered weakly at first, until her voice rose once more a few seconds later. [colour=#66cdaa]"...the cappuccino espresso, two blueberry bagels, a chocolate chip muffin, and a cheese croissant. Coffee needs to be fa-[/colour][colour=#66cdaa]extremely [/colour][colour=#66cdaa]caffeinated."[/colour] Carom demanded.

I skateboard, actually, but I use it for transportation. No extreme sports for me. Too dangerous, in my opinion.

Is this still being planned? I am thinking of joining with Carom as soon as her app is accepted.

(Not a RPH) Hello, Pad, I know this is a "WiP" app, but I think it might be better if you remove the the bold content. It makes it rather difficult to read if it was all in bold. Thanks!

Edited the needed places. Thanks for the notice!

Coffee. One of life's mysteries. They were a pony's reliever, allowing one to enjoy it's unusual but splendid taste and fragrance. They were a pony's "alarm", electrifying their bodies, awakening their minds. They were a pony's friend, most of all, and it called for their consumers to pleasantly sip at it's content. They were, inarguably, the perfection of drinks themselves. This is why Skewer had to get a taste of that coffee. It's complexity and sophistication allured the young pegasus to purchase a cup of coffee. What makes this drink so favorable? Skewer thought. He had never tasted coffee before; in his younger years, his parents had prevent him from doing so, explaining how coffee wasn't a drink for young colts like him. Of course, he was much older now, and believed he could finally have that coffee he had been wanting so eagerly. He had reminded himself to buy an average caffeinated latte, as he wanted to enjoy it in its "original state". He smiled at the word "latte". Even the word sounded so...subtle. He arrived just at the right time. There was a cafe located nearby the weather factory. This was the point of no return; he had to buy and drink the coffee now. He can't blow this chance. Skewer flew toward the cloud where the cafe sat upon, opening the door. Inside, he only noticed two pegasi, both mares. One was behind the counter, in which Skewer can easily conclude her as the owner of this shop. The other was most likely a customer, no, a patron. The other mare seemed to know the owner very well; she called her "Ginger". Then it looks like I'm the second customer of "Ginger" today. Skewer took a moment to observe what was behind the counter. There was many contrivances intended to assist the production of the coffee drinks. It gave a sense of development in technology, the modernism of the cafe itself. It was most plausible that this was not the case; things might be more simplistic than it appears to be. But it was not just about the appearance; it was about the results. Only can he taste to coffee to see the efficiency of these machines. Waiting for the mare to finish her greeting, he followed afterwards.[colour=#3eb489] "Um...hello ma'am. Don't mean to bother you, but if you can, may I please get a latte, too? With cream, average amount of caffeine." [/colour]...Did he say it correctly? It sounded kind of...unusual compared to what the mare said. Nonetheless, he hoped it was understandable.

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Carom Sex: Female Age: Adult mare Species: Pegasus Eye Colour: Amaranth ([colour=#e52b50]#E52B50[/colour]) Coat: Beige ([colour=#f5f5dc]#F5F5DC[/colour]) Mane/Tail: Medium Aquamarine. ([colour=#66cdaa]#66CDAA[/colour]) Her mane is straight and goes downward, the lower part of the mane dividing into three ways, parting to her left, covering the back of her neck. Her tail is also straight and long, but more organized unlike her mane. Physique: Fit, though not muscular. Average height for a mare. Residence: Lives in a home in the southeast waterfront section of Trottingham. Occupation: Billiard player Cutie Mark: A white billiard cue ball, with a black "eight" ball behind it. When she reaching her fillyhood, her whole family was in a busy state; not only did her father have to work, but her mother had to take care of her younger brother at home (Carom herself being the older sister). Her parents could find little time to be with Carom due to their own issues restricting them from doing so. Because of this, Carom often visited the sports center building where her uncle worked in. Then, one day, Carom arrived to the sixth floor the building, seeing her uncle and other ponies moving billiard tables into a large, vacant room, filling the whole once-empty room with near-aligned billiard tables, cue stick holders, scoreboards, and many other accessories. From there, she started learning the basics and rules of the game. She liked the game because it didn't require any kind of physical trait, and playing it made her feel sophisticated. Because she wasn't tall enough to reach the billiard tables, she stood on chairs or stools to play the game. Her trips to the sports center building became routine. Carom's cutie mark appeared on her flank when she had been challenged to a game of eight-ball by another mare who had praised Carom for her skills. She had executed her play well, strategizing ahead of her opponent to prevent her from pocketing, while getting her own group of billiard balls pocketed themselves. Eventually, Carom was able to pocket all the balls in her group; however, the mare caught up to Carom and did the same. Sadly, Carom blundered and missed the eight-ball, allowing the mare to win the game by pocketing the eight-ball herself. Still, Carom had played well, and only some time after the game did she notice that she had her cutie mark. History: Carom was born to two pegasi parents, who both came from Las Pegasus before Carom was born. She has one younger brother, who is also a pegasus, born some time before she went to grade school. Though Carom loves her younger brother, she couldn't help but notice how tiring her parents has become with an extra member in their family. Her home issues aside, Carom always found something to do in the city. Everything excited her, from watching some of the older fillies and colts play some competitive physical sports to flying or trotting on the riverside roads. After she became interested in billiards and got her cutie mark, she regularly visited the sports center when she wasn't occupied by school work. When she had finished off her mandatory school education, her parents decided to move back to Las Pegasus- the former city Carom's parents once lived in. Carom, a young mare during that time, chose to stay in Trottingham. Her parents allowed her to live in their Trottingham home, and, with her younger brother, moved to Las Pegasus. Carom worked in the billiard hall in the sports center; when she wasn't working, she played with other ponies. She was discovered by billiard promoters when she entered small tournaments and won, and played exceptionally against other ponies, giving her the opportunity to compete in larger tournaments. Afterwards, Carom had gained moderate success as a billiard player. Despite her professional career, her life is still quite typical; she still frequents the sports center and a few times visit her family back in Las Pegasus. Character Summary: Carom is a lighthearted mare, who doesn't seem to have any pressure from her work, and treating work itself as "fun". She is also pragmatic, but she tries not to allow her realism and practicality to go over her enjoyment. Carom can be fastidious and difficult to please at times, such as asking ponies to orderly place shoes and clothes at a special place. (ironically, her house is not exactly clean, as she squeezes all her items into closets or drawers) When she does something, Carom usually has high standards, and would redo things until the result satisfies her. Carom sometimes finds it hard to retain her frustration when things don't go into her favour. Carom's main motivator is to succeed and gain fame. She is ambitious and desires to be well-known, and will try anything to make herself so. This is also why she plays billiards so often; she wants to use her talent to gain recognition. Her attitude greatly changes into a more serious manner when competing with others. Carom usually underestimates her opponents due to her overconfident personality. In any kind of game, she is calculative, thinking ahead of her move. (Unfortunately, she isn't like that in her previous schools.) Carom plays several different kinds of billiard sports, though she most often plays pool games. (ex: eight-ball and nine-ball) When she isn't playing any billiards, she does artistic trick shots with her cue stick and ball. She also plays table tennis and reads fictional books (Usually crime, mystery, and epistolary) for her leisure time. Other: She tends to place the 7-ball on the apex of the rack and play with a striped ball group during an eight-ball game. A carom is a rebound in billiards or a type of billiard sport- carom billiards- where the game is played on a pocket-less table and wins are determined by points, which can be acquired by striking other billiard balls. She almost always brings her own cue stick to play. Picture:

If it's going to be a song it'll have to be on 4/4 Allegro. The song "Babs Seed" was quick in its tempo, which I why I assume it is Allegro. I searched and noticed it was on E flat major. Tried Shania Twain's "You're Still the One". The beat and the chord are the same as "Babs Seed". The drums even synchronizes with Sweetie Belle's eyes.

Who said it was dead? I've edited it a few times.

Sea Swirl just knew she would get a strike from this bowling ball. It was because this special blue bowling ball was what she considered her "lucky" ball; she believed that she had made the most strikes and spares from this particular sphere. In reality, it was merely just a psychological matter. The sport of bowling really depended on three things: skill, knowledge of the game, and a little bit of hope. And it goes! The bowling ball rolled swiftly, curving slightly as it continued, through the lane to its other edge, which stood ten statue-like, which will be standing no more, white pins. On both sides of the land were two gutters, which seemed to call for the ball, hoping for it to fall into them to display the failure of successfully knocking these pins. Fortunately, the ball did knocking over the pins. These pins toppled over, a few falling over another pin like dominoes, others remained spinning or rolling in the gutter or the pit beyond the lane's edge. [colour=#3a3dbe]"166 points!" [/colour]she declared. Sea Swirl wasn't really competing with any pony; two groups to her right were occupying a few of the lanes. She was bowling by herself the the first lane in the left. It could be true that expert ponies like the ones on her right could just as easily reach her score, but she didn't mind much, as she had normally only got 130 or 140 on her matches, including competitive one. Getting 160 or 170 points in a game were less common. Unexpectedly, the two groups of ponies ended their game and left the bowling alley. Later, another group of ponies- they seemed like the rather unusual bunch- replace the shortly vacant lanes. She knew a few, as some were regular patrons like Sea Swirl. Others she did not recognize, and she immediately assumed they were new players just introduced to the game. She was uncertain whether she would defeat the frequent bowling alley customers, but she wanted a competitive match, whether it was the beginner or the experienced. [colour=#3a3dbe]"Hey," [/colour]Sea Swirl said to the group of ponies. [colour=#3a3dbe]"Do you want a play a bowling game? Ten-pin, ten frames."[/colour]