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About time I got around to this, huh? Here is my student: Name: Atlas. Age: 19. Species: Unicorn. Coat and mane/tail color: Atlas' mane and tale are a light brown hue with a couple streaks of white. His coat is orange. Mane and tail style: He wears his mane slightly longer than average, and his tail remains the average length for a stallion of his age. Job before he/she joined the Guild: Atlas was a fisher before joining the Guild. Desired field of training: Enchanting. History: Atlas grew up in Hollowfell. His father was a fisher by trade, and his mother was a student from Celestia's school. Atlas had been born out on his father's ship, during the vessel's maiden voyage. Throughout life, Atlas had worked for his father as a fisher, and learned the basic fundamentals of magic from his mother From a young age, it had been Atlas' dream to join the Guild. He pressured his mother to teach him elemental based magic, as she herself was a master in the field. She taught him the basics, and he proved to be rather bad at them, barely able to cast the lowest level spell. Slightly discouraged, Atlas didn't pester his mother for lessons any longer, and focused instead on helping his father. While out on the water, Atlas decided to try the basic spells his mother had taught him. Still, he failed to cause the wind to blow any stronger, and he couldn't manipulate the earth in the middle of the lake. He did, however, notice a small swirl of water near the edge of the boat that seemed to be working in tandem with his magic. When he cut the feed of his aura, the swirl slowly dissipated. For the next few years, Atlas would continue to work on his magic. He'd learned that the other elements weren't really meant for him, and water was the only one he had any considerable skill in. By the time he was fifteen, through sheer hard work and determination he had become immensely skilled in the workings of the magical manipulation of water. He ended up being the one to pilot his father's boat, manipulating the flow of water beneath it to control its speed and direction, and he could even use his magic to draw the fish out of the water as well. He even started to use a few offensive spells, though he had little chance to practice them. When he was nineteen, his mother notified him she had pulled a few strings, using a few of her connections, to bring the Guild's attention to him, and when he applied, demonstrating what he knew of elemental magic, he was accepted. (His back story feels a little weak, but eh)

Mind if I make a mentor? Name: Aquila Tacita Age: 48 Species: Thestral. Coat and mane/tail color: Aquila is a Thestral with a lithe and agile build. His coat is a dark gray, and his eyes are a sharp yellow. His mane and tail are a dark blue. Being a Thestral, his wings resemble a bat's wings, rather than a normal Pegasi's. Likewise, his pupils are slit, like a cat's, and he possess fanglike canines. Mane and tail style: He wears his mane in a ragged trim. His tail he keeps trimmed to a managable half length, in the same ragged style of his mane. Job before he/she joined the Guild: Luna's Guard. Desired field of training: Assassination. History: Aquila was born into Clan Tacita one of the Lunar Guard Clans. He was raised being schooled in multiple different fields until age six, at which point he decided whether he wanted to become a guard, or pursue other professions. Aquila chose to become a guard, and from them on combat, discipline and principals became the crux of his childhood. He and 74 other colts and fillies from the various Guard Clans were repeatedly thrown into the wilderness with nothing and forced to adapt to survive against the creatures of the wild, or some of the senior Clan members acting as their instructors. These types of excersises, as well as long days of physical, mental and combat training continued on upward until he was sixteen, and this was allowed to become an apprentice Lunar Guard. Of the 75 colts and fillies that entered the program, only 30 survived to become guards, or soldiers. Aquila continued to serve as a Guard and Soldier for most of his life, having never really known much of a life other than this. At age 26, Aquila was out on leave due to an injury he'd suffered during a fight he and some of his Trial Mates had against a hydra, he found his way to Hollowfell. It was here he learned of the Guild. He spent as much time as he could learning about the Guild, and the more he learned, the more he wanted to join. Upon returning to duty under Luna, he requested her permission to resign from duty and join the Guild. With some hesitation, she eventually agreed, and sent him off with her blessing. Aquila had achieved the title of Assassin after seven years of service, and by age forty became a mentor in that field. If anything needs to be changed, let me know and I'll oblige. I will probably make a student in the Enchantment field tomorrow.

I thought so, but I just had to be sure Think you'd be up for drawing Spitfire, and my OC, Carmus? Unfortunately, I don't have an actual reference pic for Carmus, but I can explain him fairly well (I should be able to, at least.) Carmus is a Pegasus stallion, and has the typical build for the average stallion, if slightly bigger. His mane and tail resemble the ponified versions of 'The Kid' from Bastion. Spitfire should be pretty easy If you could draw her with her mane down, that'd be cool. (example, if needed). His cutie mark is a flag-like banner blowing in the wind, to represent his skills as a leader. Whether Spitfire's in her Wonderbolt Uniform or not, I'll leave up to you. I'll leave their pose up to you, whether they are in flight together, or merely just sitting with each other. I give you creative licence. Since it's the way I operate, here's a little back-story: (Partially based off an rp, with some editing) -- As we all know, Spitfire is the Captain of the Wonderbolts. Carmus is a Captain in the Equestrian Air Force's Spec Ops branch known as the Raptors. The two met when Equestria was being attacked, and the Academy was severely damaged and nearly destroyed. Spitfire had been trapped inside the ruined building, with Carmus and two of his subordinates searching the administration building for survivors. Carmus ended up finding Spitfire, who had been trapped in a room by a piece of rebar impaling her leg. When the structurally unsound building began to crumble and fall over the edge of the cliff, Carmus had extricated the metal beam from Spitfire's leg and carried her beneath him as he flew them out of the building. This started their life together. Throughout the remainder of the crisis, and afterward, Carmus and Spitfire had grown closer, and eventually married. -- Basic back story for why I requested these two. If you could do this, that would be awesome

As stated in her app, Dodger is 19 in human comparison. Tungsten is 24, being five years her elder and all. Because why not?

Well, here are the applications for my two characters then: Name: Dodger Sky Sex: Female Age: Young adult (around 19. I can't help but be specific about ages) Species: Crystal Pony Personality: She is caring towards younger colts and fillies, and is generally friendly enough. She gets along well enough with most any species, so long as the individual is amiable enough towards her. Any distinguishing features: her coat, mane and tail are somewhat glossier than normal ponies due to her genes. She was named for her coat, which is dodger blue. She has a small scar over her left eye, though it is easy to overlook. (her scar resembles that of Weiss Schnee, from RWBY) Her armor is a light riot armor, covered by a heavy trench coat emblazoned with the '50' of her Stable, and she wears a headband to keep her mane out of her eyes, which she wears in a loose ponytail, much like Applejack. She wears a pair of goggles around her neck, having needed to use them often in the stinging winds of the far north, as well as a face mask. Being a Stable mare, she possesses a Pip-Buck. Preferred fighting style: She prefers to use firearms and energy weapons, using melee as more of a backup plan. History: She was born and raised most her life in Stable 50, which was built in the far north, near the Crystal Empire. The Stable was divided into two halves after about 100 years after the bombs fell. Each half had very different views on how to run things, and after a small war, they agreed to separate and each side was allowed to govern as they wished. The side which Dodger lived on had access to the Stable door, which served well for her, as she did not agree with how her side of the Stable was run, agreeing instead with the other half. Dodger worked as a school teacher in the Stable, and would often teach her students whatever she wanted, not what the school told her to. For instance, how to use and properly maintain a firearm or magical energy weapon, how to sneak and go unseen, which was the exact opposite of how her half of the Stable was run, all citizens being unarmed. Her students all loved her immensely, and thus didn't sell her out to the Stable Hierarchy. Eventually, one of the other teachers found out she was disobeying the government, and told the Hierarchy, who attempted to kill her. With help from fellow like-minded Stable Dwellers, Dodger escaped out the Stable door alongside her childhood friend, Tungsten, who was her father's apprentice. Dodger's knowledge of weaponry served her well in the Wasteland, and she adapted quickly, having often prodded Tungsten, who was a Surface Scout, to tell her everything he knew and saw. Dodger began work as a Caravan guard, and from there became a mercenary, and from there she merely wandered the Imperial Wastelands. Dodger was simply traveling south towards warmer climes when her Pip-Buck recieved Pax's message. As she was somewhat starved for things to do, she decided to give the situation a look. S: 4 P: 6 E: 5 C: 6 I: 6 A: 7 L: 5 --- Name: Tungsten. Sex: Male Age: Five years older than Dodger. Species: Crystal/Cyborg. Personality: Tungsten is fairly serious, having been slightly jaded by his experiences outside the Stable before his exile with Dodger. His personality clashes with Dodger's, being wary and distrusting of strangers, as well as his seriousness compared to her cheerful friendliness. Any distinguishing features: His eyes are a silvery hue, one of them being artificial, with some of the surrounding flesh and bone. His right foreleg, shoulder, and a section of his ribs - including the lung underneath - are robotics. His Pip-Buck is integrated with his robotic foreleg. His coat is a glossy, almost metallic, tungsten gray. Like Dodger, he was named for his coat color. He wears pre-war combat armor reinforced with his old Stable Surface Scout armor, and as such, bears the '50'. Unlike most Stable colors being light blue and yellow, Stable 50's denizens had two different Stable barding colors. Dodger and Tungsten's are near black with a blue much like the original Stable colors, while the other side uses the traditional blue and yellow (they both agree that the uniform colors were the only thing they agreed with the Hierarchy on). Tungsten has goggles and a face mask like Dodger, for the same reasons as her. Preferred fighting style: Unarmed melee combat, or traditional firearms.. History: Like Dodger, he grew up in Stable 50, and like her, disagreed with how his half of the Stable was run. Despite this, he still went on to work for the government, serving as a Surface Scout, which, as the name implies, would exit the Stable twice every month to gauge whether fully unsealing the door would be a wise decision. While out on one such patrol, his first, - which occurred while Dodger was a very young filly- with Dodger's father, Cyrus, and a few other Scouts, they were attacked by a band of incredibly organized bandits who's leader was a physically disfigured pony that had become such a way after a run in with Killing Joke. The bandit leader was aptly called Ridgeback, as sections of his spine were incredibly elongated and formed a tall ridge protruding from his back. During the firefight, part of Tungsten's head was damaged by a blow from Ridgeback's hoof. They had been about to be overrun, the other Scouts had been killed, the bandits were attacked by the Imperial Chapter of the Steel Rangers, an exceptionally brutal and reclusive branch of the technological zealots that were feared and even hated by their fellow Rangers. Cyrus'd had run ins with the Imperial Rangers before, and knew their reputation. He took the distraction as an opportunity to pull himself and Tungsten out of their. However, when the Ranger's first attacked, they narrowly missed striking Tungsten with a rocket, which tore away a sizable section of his right side. It was the cold weather, mixed with the young stallion's exceptional endurance that kept him alive. His cybernetic repairs were given to him by Cyrus, and he decided to learn everything he could from the wise stallion. His political views, which were already like Cyrus, were strengthened during his time spent with hm, and over time he ended becoming Dodger's self proclaimed protector, and something of her foster brother. When Dodger's life was threatened by the Stable Hierarchy, he didn't hesitate to jump to her protection, and thus put himself at risk, and thus exiled himself with her. He had at first disagreed with her choices to become a caravan guard and mercenary, but he relented, and stayed with her throughout her choices, including when their Pip-Bucks intercepted Pax's transmission. S: 7 P: 6 E: 7 C: 4 I: 7 A: 4 L: 5

I have a feeling this will end up going into the 18+ section, personally. Every FoE RP I've been in here has been, and those on other sites have all been fairly graphic. As such, it would make sense for this type of RP to be in that section. This is just my speculation, of course.

Even though I am pretty sure, I just want to be sure: Requests are free? I am really, really bad at detecting some painfully obvious things sometimes, that, or I just over think. Because I have a few things I'd like to see in picture format

Still open? If so, you may count me in.

[colour=#5A5A5A]Everyone, I have some bad news to pass on.[/colour] [colour=#5A5A5A]Due to my making some very poor choices, I have been denied access to the internet for, as far as I am aware, the coming month.[/colour] [colour=#5A5A5A]This means I will not be able to come online and contribute to the roleplay until this time has ended.[/colour] [colour=#5A5A5A]It pains me to say this, but if you must, write my character out, and move on without me.[/colour] [colour=#5a5a5a]I wish you all luck in continuing the story, and look forward to see what you come up with in my absence.[/colour]

[colour=#b22222]"Enough!"[/colour] [colour=#000000]Carmus shouts, his tone carrying authority with it. He turns to face Spitfire, sadness is plain in his countenance, but his tone carries resolve, as if he is at peace with what must be done, [/colour][colour=#b22222]"If this is the choice that must be made to save all of them, then this is what must be done," [/colour][colour=#000000]He places his hoof over the stone in Spitfire's, [/colour][colour=#b22222]"The boys will learn to overcome this. It saddens me that we will not be able to be with them as they grow... But they will never be truly alone."[/colour] [colour=#000000]Carmus smiles, [/colour][colour=#b22222]"We do, what we have to do, for the greater good of the nation. This is the vow we took as soldiers, after all."[/colour]

Carmus followed Spitfire along. Her disbelief at Canterlot's appearance was understandable. It was a wreck. The Commander could only hope that they were quick enough. The would couldn't end now, not like this. (Can't think of much else)

I am still in, though I will be offline from Friday morning (9 AM, EST) to sometime Sunday, not sure exactly when however. Curious now, though. Since Alicorns are allowed, does that mean that Miles is allowed his original 'winged' unicorn type (not an Alicorn, simply a unicorn that gained wings through circumstances)? If not, that is really fine, I can use him either way.

(geez, another two day gap.) Carmus did feel the sprain, but he ignored it, for the most part. Being in a high end military division most of your life allows you to ignore most pain, both physical and psychological, until the trouble has passed. Picking himself off the ground, having been torn from the sky by the sudden pain he'd felt when Spitfire was hit, Carmus flew himself over to her, wrapping his forelegs around her as best he could, and lifted her, flying them both towards the core at a quick pace. Despite the situation, he chuckled, whether in true amusement or simple cynicism was unclear, [colour=#b22222]"Just like the time we met, eh?"[/colour]