RegalSteel

If you could please I would like to request arts of either my Crossover OC Ginja or if that is too hard/not to your liking; I would love something of Foghorn my Zebra OC. I only have descriptions for them I do hope that is not a problem. Any questions just ask or PM me Ginja: (warning link is in the 18+ section) http://www.canterlot.com/topic/14734-bronylands-2-violence-blood-swearing-anthro-18-ooc-open/#entry360108 Foghorn: http://www.canterlot.com/topic/14713-foghornwip/

Regal disembarked from the rolling deathmachine others refered to as a train as expediently as she could manage without being horribly rude to the other passengers. [colour=#696969]"My apologies!" [/colour]she apologized to the poor young stallion she had just bowled over in her haste. She put some distance between herself and the accursed machine as her luggage was unloaded. She made haste to the center of Ponyville, wanting to be as far from the train station as possible. This convention had better be worth the mental anguish she had just gone through! She approached the town hall; levitating her luggage behind her, the bags slightly squished by her iron magical grip. As she neared the building a wonderful sight caught her eyes, a bon bon stand! She hurried to the stand and giggle-snorted in excitement.[colour=#696969] "Excuse me I would be most delighted if I could purchase the," [/colour]she looked at the prices, [colour=#696969]"Delights of Equestria please." [/colour]Registering could wait until after she had delicious sugary goodies!

Quillheart IS a swedish meatball so I take him

Where else?

(connection issues. will add to & edit tomorrow) -Banner Captain Valour Bound; Crystal Empire, After Hours Club- [colour=#33FF99]"Enjoy the show?"[/colour] The minty mare, whom Val could have sworn she'd seen leave, asked in her direction. She took a moment to ponder the query before she rose to her hooves and followed the other mare. She reached into a saddlebag as she replied, [colour=#AFEEEE]"I[/colour] [colour=#AFEEEE]did quite enjoy your musical ministrations sister Heartstrings."[/colour] She followed up the statement by dropping a hoofull of bits into the musicians' case,[colour=#AFEEEE] "I am Banner-Captain Valour Bound,"[/colour] She introduced with an offered hoof, [colour=#AFEEEE]"one such as thyself may refer to me as simply Val, Sister." [/colour] The thin mare before her did not have the seeming of a soldier, her short choppy mane giving her an almost playful appearance. Yet a determination burns in her violet eyes that bores into the soul, driving away any doubts or worries of those beholden by them. She smiled; the expression genuine and bright.

This frightens me.

I only have Regal but she would not miss the fabulosity of an event like this for anything. 1) Regal Steel (Canterlot) 2) empty 3) empty

I missed your 1st question because of banishment. Apologies. These are both tough ones. Hmm my favorite mythical creature most definitely would be a Thunderbird. I would totally keep one as a pet. As to the 2nd question of course important events have occured in my life to shape me as a person. One of them is oddly enough a program when I was young called Book It that got me to read through free pizza. I know it sounds silly but without that I don't believe I would love reading like I do.

Roleplay Type: WoE Name: Foghorn Sex: Male Age: Middle-Aged Stallion Species: Zebra Eye colour: Dark Blue Coat: Black & White striped. Mane/Tail: A tangle of mid length black and white dreadlocks almost always tied back with a red piece of cloth. His tail matches in colour and style as well as often being bound at the base with some cloth. Physique: Foghorn shops in the big and tall section. He is quite tall with a barrel chest. His strong legs bear his size well. Well muscled and powerful looking, Foghorn resembles a work pony raised on hard work and long days. he often wears a winstriped black suit and hat to match, as well as red tintted sunglasses. Residence:Fillydelphia Occupation: Saxophone Player. Foghorn works irregular gigs at many of Fillydelphias' small diners, clubs, and restraunts. Inbetween those he does odd jobs for the older mares that live near him. As well as the occasional band gig. Cutie Mark: A blue saxophone with silver music notes coming out of it. As a colt Foghorn was sure he would be a farmer like his Ma and Pa. That all changed when a travelling stallion stopped in his small watering hole. His name was Jazz(or so he claimed) and he was a musician. He played his fiddle for the townsfolk and when Fog heard the music pouring forth his world changed. He knew what he wanted to do with his life. Of course it wasn't for another year that he discovered the Saxophone. He had been visiting a small music shop every day since Jazz had come in search of an instrument for him. As soon as he saw the old tarnished horn he knew. He has spent his life mastering the saxophone since that day. History: Born and raised on a gourd farm in the Heartland by his parents who immigrated from Unyasi. Foghorn was named for his unussually deep voice even as a foal. He was always a hard worker from a very young age, rising with the sun to help tend the farm, then going to school for the day and upon his return he went back to work until the sun fell once more. He loved the feel of good earth beneath his hooves and felt pride when the crop was taken in each season. He was always sure as a colt he would carry on the family business of gourd farming. As a child Foghorns' father; Talltale, would tell the tale of how they came to Equestria. Claiming he swam the sea with a bag of seed and his; then pregnant, wife upon his back. He was notorious for telling ridiculous tales of fancy. Foghorn grew very quickly in his colt years, easily outgrowing his fellow classmates and friends, much to their jealousy. Fog had trouble making friends during these years because he simply did not appear to be a colt. Eventually most of the other colts caught up to some degree, although few were as big as Foghorn. When Fog was old enough he bid farewell to family and friends and set off to find a place where the music in his soul could be unleashed. He visited many a town before finally coming to rest in Fillydelphia. He was amazed at how many ponies could be crammed in such small spaces. Fog then knew the big city was the place for him. He loved the bustle of city life. He began working small jobs all over the city to make bits, practicing his Saxophone the entire time. Eventually he started to play gigs at small venues throughout the city. He has made visits home periodically throughout the years but tends to stay in his city. Character Summary: Foghorn thrives off of reacting with his everyone and anyone he can talk to. He shares his Father's long windedness and will talk your ear off if you give him the chance. he loves music more than anything in Equestria and; if he could, he would do nothign but listen to and play it. he also loves the accomplished feeling of a good days work. he can get rather restless if not busy in some way and cannot abide being alone for very long. he also cannot abide the loneliness of others and will endeavor to chat with anyone he sees alone at a party. One of Foghorn's favorite things is a party. The bigger and louder, the better. He isn't much for fancy parties with etiquette and proper manners, he prefers the choas of a hoot n' holler. how better to feel alive than to show everypony around you are! Other than parties and music Foghorn enjoys games of chance and riddles. During his free time he tends a small garden near his apartment, where he grows gourds and vegetables. Every year when he harvests them he shares with the his neighbors. Locals have taken to helping tend the small garden and it has grown over the years. He also enjoys travelling on occasion and someday plans to visit his ancestral homeland. Foghorn has a big personality to match his stature and exceptionally deep voice. He never does anything quietly unless it is desperately necassary. He is helpful to anyone in need whether the need is percieved only by him or real. He laughs easily and when he does the thunderous sound carries on the air much like his namesake, infecting those nearby with his joyous outlook on life. Fpor Foghorn life is just one big party, sure you may have to do some work now and then but in the end it always pays off. He lives every moment like it is the best one of his life.

Regal was not too sure about going ahead but decided not to make a scene. "You do know that library books must be returned mister Huscarl, no?" She asked politely as she peered over her newly acquired map. She traced her hoof over the parchment, memorizing a path.

(Continued)\ Val was again pulled forcibly from her thoughts as the music changed in tempo and pace. Her ears perked up at the sound as her attention was forced to the minty mare; whom had introduced herself as, Lyra Hearstrings. The mare began to sing and with the words her sould seemed to pour forth like an overwhelming flood, [colour=#008000]"Let's raise our glass to the king of gems[/colour][colour=#008000], and for crystal ponies saved[/colour][colour=#008000], One thousand [/colour][colour=#008000]years of frozen ice, [/colour][colour=#008000]Had trapped us in [/colour][colour=#008000]despair[/colour][colour=#008000], [/colour][colour=#008000]What savior rests while on her star we die, [/colour][colour=#008000]Forgotten freedom burns, [/colour][colour=#008000]Has the hero left her lambs to stray, [/colour][colour=#008000]to the bigot and the spell." [/colour] Val listened, her hoof tapping to the beat as the song built to a deafining roar, as the entire place stomped or clapped along. When finally the song ended Valour rose to her hooves to cheer for the talented mare. She felt afire with determination once more. No visions of dying young stallions swam about her mind. It was time for action!

-Valour Bound, 4 days ago, Frozen Wastes- She watched as the last light faded from the young stallions' eyes; he died swiftly upon her blade, there was no shame in it. [colour=#99ffcc]"Hush now little sheep,"[/colour] Valour cooed soothingly as she closed the sentry's eyes, [colour=#99ffcc]"you died well."[/colour] She let the soldiers corpse drop slowly as she freed her slender curved blade. She signaled to her squadron lurking in the darkness with a hoof before continueing her advance on the small camp. They had chosen a good place for their camp, nestled into an outcropping of large rocks. Valour wondered why such a small group of enemies had come this far north; most likely they were scouts. Perhaps they were lost she mused, she would lead them to the proper path. The last sentry stood in sight; a tall well muscled stallion of deep brown, an impressive looking soldier but a sheep nonetheless. She crept up on the stallion quietly. He spun just as she reached him, raising his weapon to fire! Banner Captain Valour batted aside the barrel just as it fired; the sound echoing across the wastes, with a precise sweep that led into lunge. The stallions' eyes looked upon the beautiful glimmering mare who had killed him until he faded. The camp rose to alert, stealth was now out of the question. "To arms Brothers and Sisters," Valour ordered, "Take the sheep before they rouse fully, let none escape!" -Crystal Empire, After Hours Club- Valour snapped from her memory to the present, she reached for her blade reflexively but found her hoof lacking a hilt to grasp. A brown mare stood by her, [colour=#663300]"Ma'am are you alright?"[/colour] She asked Val. Val nodded in answer.[colour=#8b4513] "Can I get you anything then?" [/colour]The waitress asked. Val answered with a kind smile, [colour=#99ffcc]"No dear sister I need for naught, but I thank thee for offering."[/colour] Tippy walked off without another word. Val listened to the minty mare on stage silently as she reflected on recent events as well as what was to come. Her platoon was to march south with supplies and munitions for the coming battle. A tedious but necassary job.

My internal world builder is pleased. I thank you greatly for the time and effort put into your response. You have very much answered my questions as well as some I had not thought of yet. This information be put to good use.

I have a few small questions: What is the ranking system of TCA? Would it make sense for a squad/task force to have a Chevalier and a Magus assigned to them? Effectively filling specialist roles. Do we/I make up the uniforms, armaments, etc of my faction or is there pre-established lore on the Crystal Army?

I think it is because he is going to be writing that NPC exclusively for a while Kane.

Suck gas evildoer!! Welcome Mister or Miss DoWell. I am sure you will find much to do here in Canterlot.

Dusky makes the perilous journey from the back yard alone and half asleep. He yawns as he enters the domocile and takes a few moments to scan the buildings' interior. "What a wonderfully quaint home." Dusky thought out loud, his voice still sleepy. He wandered around more or less aimlessly, yawning every few moments.

Always happy to welcome more Rarity fans to the fold. I am sure you will fit in just wonderfully around here.

5/5 for witnessing quotes birth.

Woo! Acceptance feels good. Now I have to do the Alicorns proud and smite the non believers. [colour=#99ccff]Prepare thine selves sheep for I come a reaping with destiny at my back and great purpose in my blade![/colour]

Regal was relieved that the Dragon; Huscarl, was civilized. Polite even! She returned his bow with a smile, all her worry gone. "I am sure he will be quite fine, embarrassed but fine." She replied with an amused grin. She giggled as she glanced behind her to search for Ink. She rolled her eyes as she returned her attention to Huscarl. "I do not believe you need worry about guards," Regal assured the dragon, "if they come I will explain it to them."

"DRAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNN!!" The cry tore through the serene Library. Regal ceased her efforts to keep up with Ink. Taken off guard by the outburst. She began to voice a question when Ink burst into view. He stopped long enough to cry in panic, "Run! Dragon!" Regal sighed to herself and turned the corner to see said dragon. "They just do not make Stallions like they used to." she commented with a sarcastic tone. She approached the dragon a bit warily, "Hello fine sir, I am Regal Steel." She introduced while her courage held up.

Here you go! :Philomena:

Valour Bound part 2 Plan to add more when I can History: Born and raised in the Crystal Empire by two loving parents. She was raised to believe the Alicorns should be revered. When the Empire reappeared Valour was convinced the Alicorns would return to save them. When Princess Cadence came, her belief was cemented. Valour loved her new Princess, she wanted nothing more than to serve her. She trained endlessly in her youth to become a Royal Guard. She never got the chance though. When the revolution came Valour could not believe the atrocities commited. When word of the Princesses' demise reached the Crystal Empire she cursed the names of the traitors and swore vengeance upon them. It was a natural step; when Pierrot appeared, that she pledged herself to the Crystal Army. She was among the first volunteers and has rose in the ranks due to her absolute devotion and some would even say fanatacism. She secretly hopes to find Princess Cadence once more during her crusade to bring justice to those at fault.

(Apologies. Due to dumb character limit issues the History portion of this app will directly follow as its own post) Name: (Rank?) Valour Bound Age: Adult Gender: Mare Race: Crystal Pony Faction: Crystal Army Sub-Faction: - Place of Birth/Starting Location: Crystal Empire Physical Appearance: A tall wiry-muscled mare, whose size belies her strength. Her coat is pristine white and her short mane is multiple shades of pale blue. She has deep violet eyes that shine with determination. Cutie Mark (If available): A crystalline shield wreathed in blue flames. Goals/Motivation: Valour has sworn an oath to bring those responsible for the death of the Princesses to justice. She also seeks to locate the absentee ruler of the Crystal Empire Princess Cadance.