Kitirina

A soft-hearted chuckle escaped the ponies maw as Razor blushed, finding himself embarassingly mistaken with her motive. [colour=#ff0000]"S[/colour][colour=#ff0000]orry, its just that among griffons alot of griffons your age and mine have taken a life mate by now and started a family. Just something that has been with our culture for a long time, though some griffons don't settle down so fast now a days." [/colour]The griffon spoke to her, seeming to save himself from the wrong assumption. [colour=#006633]"I suppose I see it as a thing of choice, and not reflected on time. Sadly, I've note even been on one date... I'd rather be stable before I begin to 'nest', as you'd say." [/colour]Musica responded casually. [colour=#006633]"If you, being a griffon and all, didn't have wings... I'd almost think the species itself would be a misbred crossbreed of some oddity."[/colour] The mare shared her peculiar thought with the griffon. The two arrived at the cafe on the corner, the building tall and bright. Outside were a table and two chairs next to one of the windows on the sidewalk, and on the corresponding side was a stand with an advertisement on it: Today's Special is.. Salmon Bites with Strawberry Lemonade (3 Bits) && Cherry Tomato Salad with Green Tea. (3 Bits) Musica hoped that this cafe would be substantial for the pony and griffon to have a meal together. Surely Baltimare, and any other fairly large city, wouldn't be complete pony-food. She smiled and looked to the griffon. [colour=#006633]"We're here."[/colour]

It was close to time, and there wasn't a moment to lose. Friday at six p.m. she was supposed to meet this mysterious stallion named Time Spinner. Musica stood at the entrance to the gardens, watching as each individual pony passed by. Some were alone, others were paired. A coal-coloured coat with a brown mane and tail, she remembered. That was the stallion she was looking for. The mare took a deep breath and moved herself out of the way on the sidewalk, lookng down at the chestnut horseshoes on her hooves, and then to the bangles on her front hoof sparkling against the fairy lights in the garden. Time itself waits for no one, she just hoped that this blind arrangement wouldn't falter before it began.

[colour=#006633]"No no. Not to settle with a family, but a business. Im a private music teacher, and my work is at home. I want to find a good location that can generate good business so I can settle in into a city and share the art of music with little colts and fillies."[/colour] Musica corrected Razor, blushing a little bit at the thought of settling down. She was still awfully young. There wasn't time to settle and have foals running around. The only foals she wanted was music students. As they moved through the crowds and streets of the city, the mare turned corners and rounded blocks. They were close to the cafe. It was a small place on the corner, a bright red brick building with an awning overlooking the large windows and entryway. [colour=#006633]"Being raised like an earth pony you don't get to fly much or anything. I had to take private special classes just to learn how to use my wings propperly, and I still dont. I'd be happy as an earth pony because I don't need flight to love music necessarily. Talonopolis sounds like a very interesting place. Industrial means modern... and modern means music.."[/colour]

Shutting the door behind her the Pegasus moved to the path which lead to the city, trotting along with it. Her bangles jingled and she danced with each step. She read in a literary text once of a white rabbit carrying a pocket watch, Musica recalled, and it kept shouting a particular phrase of words. "I'm late, im late! For a very important date!" The pun to the statement made her laugh aloud and to herself, and she went merrily about her way. It didn't take long, about twenty minutes for the mare to arrive at the west gase to Baltimare. Musica paused and used her right hoof to check inside her vest for the tickets. Still there, she thought with relief. With a bounce to her step, she continued on her way to the gardens. It wouldn't be long now.

Kitirina's Kollage and Kollections of ponies, roleplays, profiles and more! [colour=#009966]Musica-Lee Noted[/colour] Shy Young Mare && Adventurous Musician Profile: http://www.canterlot...ee-noted-ready/ Where She's Been Satomi, Today is the Day! (FFA) http://www.canterlot...e-day-openjoin/ The Search for Friends (FFA) http://www.canterlot...ch-for-friends/ [Cloudsdale] The City in the Sky (WoE) http://www.canterlot...en-please-join/ [baltimare] Just Another Day in the City (WoE) http://www.canterlot...in/#entry358639 [baltimare] The Garden of Eden (WoE, Private, NeoExlucky) http://www.canterlot...ky/#entry358648

[colour=#009966]"I travel in search of a location to place my roots. Baltimare seems almost out of the loop I have come to find. Its a city that seems to keep to itself." [/colour]Musica spoke with Razor casually, finding herself taking in his company with ease despite the great differences between them. Upon entering the west sector of the city, the pegasus looked around, observing the possible changes and expected everyday life of the city. You seen mares and stallions on the streets, some pulling carts, others riding in the back of carts that were being pulled. It was a thriving city. There were tall buildings of multiple stories that several ponies could live in. There were shops whose keepers lived on the floor above it. There were even skyscraping buildings solely used for a company or producer of sorts. It was truly eloquent in appearance, Baltimare. Musica knew the griffon would catch the eyes of the ponies surrounding them in the city, and hoped he wouldn't become overly nervous of the situation. [colour=#FF0000]"Well the best part of finding something is looking for it. An old griffon philospher Clawistotile once said, its not the destination but the journey that is important." [/colour]Razor mentioned. He was totally right. And Musica found herself nodding to the griffon in agreement to the statement as she wound up staying a few days wherever she went to enjoy the place itself. [colour=#009966]"I haven't toured much lately. The last place I went to was Cloudsdale. Wonderful city, and beautiful! I've never seen something so amazing! But, I couldn't just quite maintain my cloud legs..."[/colour]

FMA, As long as I can play Winry...=p Why not a Gundam RP? >> Heh. Heh. Oh heres a goofy one. Sailor Moon. LOLOL. Now i'm just being crazy. [colour=#ff0000].Hack//Sign[/colour] with ponies would be SWEET.

Musica-Lee Noted had been preparing all day for her date. Her very. First. Date. Ever. She woke up to only take a long bath and spend hours grooming her wavy main and tail, and even longer trying to figure out what she would wear. Be yourself, is something that everypony has told her. If she was to be herself, she would be fine. Unfortunately, this spastic mess of a pegasus was her. Excited, worries, anxious, nervous, curious, adventurous, frightened. Inside her heart, the mare was an emotional wreck! She decided she would wear a rather simple colour, kind of introverted from her usual wardrobe. Musica chose to wear a solid, true white bow that was tassled into the back of her hair, and a white pinstripe vest with black stripes instead of white. She kept her silver bangles on her front left and back right hooves. Her bangles clashed together with each step, causing a rhythmic jingle with each step. Her chestnut mane and tail was soft and shimmered delicately against the light, and her tail happened to be slightly curly. Walking into her office, the mare grabbed the envelope from One Plus Another and reread the letter. She carefully studied the details of the letter and grabbed the two tickets. Moving the tickets, she tucked them into a pocket on the inside of her vest and went toward the front of the house. Time was ticking and she was afraid she would be late. It was a quarter 'til five, and she had to walk from the edge of White Tail Wood to the northern parts of Baltimare. The last thing she wanted to be was late on her first date ever.

Cool! I'll see how this goes. Guest1: Musica-Lee Notes Guest2: None. Guest3: None.

[colour=#009966]"Flying is lovely, yes."[/colour] Musica admitted to Razor, [colour=#009966]"But it just seems that many ponies in Baltimare just walk and though I am a pegasus like my mum, I just prefer walking. Now don't get me wrong, i've been to Cloudsdale and love to fly there!"[/colour] [colour=#009966]"Theres a local cafe in the middle of town. It fixes just about anything. A unicorn runs it. Now as for getting me green, you learn not to judge when you travel places."[/colour] Musica smiled at the gryphon, having to look up a tad more than usual as the gryphon was quite taller than her. Everyone has their favorite foods and minus hers being anything with apples, she understood the love for food in general. The mare and the gryphon were nearing the west gate to the city. It wouldn't be much longer. [colour=#009966]"I can't remember the name of the place to save the life of me, though."[/colour] Musica mentioned.

[colour=#009966] "Rabbits are quick for their own good, you know. And wild game isn't always easy to catch!"[/colour] Musica mentioned to the gryphon, smiling sweetly at him. [colour=#009966]"My name is Musica-Lee Noted. You can call me Musica."[/colour] Musica listened to the gyphon and how he hadn't been able to eat. The comment about him craving meat didn't unsettle her. It was just his nature being a gryphon. She wouldn't suspect him to hurt her anyways, or at least didn't assume him to. [colour=#009966]"It's okay. Pony and gryphon alike, both have to eat!"[/colour] [colour=#009966] "Yes. I was heading to the city. Just going to venture and spend the day there as I haven't been for some time. I would love the company! When we get there, how about breakfast, or an early lunch?"[/colour] Musica spoke to Razor, beginning to slowly continue walking to Baltimare.

Musica-Lee walked up the path to her home on the outskirts of Baltimare, only to find one of her faithful students sitting on her porch swing. It was a surprise visit. Musica smiled and bega to trot, her saddlebag bouncing lightly on her body as she cheerily approached her driveway. A piece of parchment sticking out of her mailbox caused her to pause. [colour=#009966]Could it be?[/colour] she thought. [colour=#009966]Is it the letter?[/colour] She opened up the mailbox with anticipation and hope. The mare opened the letter, seeming to zone in her focus to that only to read: [colour=#282828]"Dear Musica-Lee[/colour] [colour=#282828]Congratulations! Based on the darling letter you've written for us, we've managed to find you a match! The lucky young fellow in question goes by the name of Time Spinner, a coal-coated unicorn with an acorn-brown mane, very close to your age. As for where the date's been scheduled, I've attempted to keep things a little lower-key, as per both of your tastes, and as such you two will be meeting this friday, 6 PM, at the north entrance outside Baltimare's public gardens. Don't worry, I've included tickets for admission in the envelope![/colour] [colour=#282828]Have a wonderful evening, and please write back if there's any issue![/colour] [colour=#282828]-Matchie"[/colour] [colour=#282828] The mare squealed. [/colour][colour=#009966]"I HAVE A DATE!"[/colour][colour=#282828] She exclaimed, her student from her porch overhearing her screams of joy. Her sea-green eyes fell to the stirred colt, and immediately her cheeks turned to a red shade. [/colour][colour=#009966]"Oops.."[/colour][colour=#282828] Musica muttered, tucking the letter in her saddle bag and approaching her student.[/colour] [colour=#282828] [/colour][colour=#009966]"What is it, Clarence?"[/colour][colour=#282828] Musica asked the young colt. Clarence was her student and was learning to play the Clarinet. Musica smiled down at the pony who sat on her porch swing and looked up at her.[/colour] [colour=#282828] "Its nothing Ms. Noted. I just have been having trouble with my keys. mum told me to come pay you a visit and you weren't here... so I waited." Clarence explained to the pegasus.[/colour] [colour=#282828] [/colour][colour=#009966]"Aww, Clarence! Please don't wait for me if I'm not here next time, okay?"[/colour][colour=#282828] Musica responded, concerned. [/colour][colour=#009966]"Your mother must be worried about you! Listen, why don't you leave your instrument with me over the next couple days and I will see if I can't fix your instrument for you, okay?"[/colour] [colour=#282828] Clarence, seemingly hopeful that his instrument will be repaired, set the instrument case by Musica's front door. "Okay Ms. Noted! Thank you so much! I'm sorry for staying longer than I should." [/colour] [colour=#282828] [/colour][colour=#009966]"That's quite alright," Musica said, "Just go on home and drop by Monday.It should be fixed by then."[/colour][colour=#282828] Grant it, she had plenty of time to fix it now. But the date put her occupation on hold. So much going on, and so little time![/colour] [colour=#282828] "Alright! Goodbye, Ms. Noted!" The colt exclaimed, before galloping off back toward the city.[/colour] [colour=#282828] She lived a good bit out from the city. Musica hated to see the colt run back to the city on his own, but with it still being early afternoon and daylight was present, it shouldn't be a problem. Musica leaned down and grabbed the handle of the clarinet's case by her mouth and pushed open the doors to her home. Inside she laid the clarinet on her office desk, and hung up her saddle bags on a hook. Reaching into one of the bags, Musica pulled out the letter to read over it once more.[/colour] [colour=#282828] [/colour][colour=#009966]"Time Spinner...Friday at 6pm..Baltimare's Northern Gardens. Tickets provided?"[/colour][colour=#282828] Musica spoke aloud to herself in broken sentences. She reached into the envelope and found two tickets. [/colour][colour=#009966]"Oh my..."[/colour][colour=#282828] Musica said, [/colour][colour=#009966]"Its truly happening? A blind date?"[/colour] [colour=#282828] The realization the mare had was, she didn't know what to wear first of all. Second of all, she's never truly interacted with anyone...or go on a date. Musica's been kept to herself with her education all these years. But a new experience was due. She folded the letter and put it back into the envelope with the tickets. Tomorrow was on its way, and she had to prepare. Unable to contain the packed excitement, she screamed in her office, as loud as she could. Trotting in place, she danced with a sense of joy and unexpected excitement.[/colour]

With Satomi on her back and Peridot at her side, she began to walk on the path toward the hospital, taking each step easy and leveled so she wouldn't shake the injured pony. "Hang on if you can, and rest." Musica instructed. They were on their way. Help will be for her soon. Nothing to worry.

Adjusting herself, the pegasus slid under the injured pony and flexed her wings, lifting the other pony up onto her back. Turning her head she looked at the injured pony, then the other ponies. [colour=#009966]"No time to lose, right?"[/colour]

Im not posting this picture directly. Its of a majorette with a flaming baton ring. http://bloximages.ne...preview-300.jpg The reason being is, I have another cutie mark request. I didn't want to post another thread when I already have this one open. So. Here. I am making a new character, Tinder Foot. And I need to give her a cutie mark. Here is a picture of her, a description... and a 75x75 pixel version of her cutiemark would be nice too as well as one on her flank. THANKIES. [colour=#ff8c00]"A silvery baton ring surrounded in flames. The ones like a majorette would use as a prop." - Description[/colour]

[colour=#009966]"I know where one is. Its past the spa and fire station. I noticed it while I was in town earlier today."[/colour] Musica mentioned. ((Assuming there is firefighting ponies..) The mare lifted her front left hoof and moved it west towards the indicated area, her sea-green eyes zooming in on the gash that Satomi had. [colour=#009966]"I know a little first-aid. But I can't stitch very well."[/colour]

[colour=#009966] "Baltimare will forever be my home. I enjoy seeing the world of Equestria as it is, and experiencing all it has to offer."[/colour] Musica mentioned to Whirligig, [colour=#009966]"But Cloudsdale can certainly be confusing!"[/colour] [colour=#009966]"Its nice to meet you Whirligig."[/colour] She added to the last of her string of words, finding her attention now moving with the blue pegasus and attempting to keep up to he long phrases to respond to them accordingly.[colour=#009966] "Baltimare has a wide vairety of ponies, but its quite a treat to see a Griffon in the city. As I was growing up I may have seen only one or two. But that's just me. Griffons sure are more frequent in Cloudsdale it sounds like. Must be exciting in comparison to the usual."[/colour] Taking in a good breath she exhaled a relaxed [colour=#009966]"Sure."[/colour] and expanded her wings for stability while trotting along the clouds behind Whirligig and following her to the other side of the playground. She wasn't used to walking on clouds. As she walked with Whirligig, she noticed a few pegasi above them busting and reassorting clouds.[colour=#009966] How fun, and interesting that must be.. [/colour]she thought. Lifting her front left hoof, she waved to the Gryphon. [colour=#009966]"Hello!"[/colour] She greeted, silently amused by the jingling of her bangles on her hoof as she waved.

The mare just seem to idle as the trotted along the path, admiring the beauty of the morning and looking forward to the day ahead of her. Her silver bangles jingled with each step, and because of the jingle it almost sounded as if she danced to a particular rhythm. Musica loved her music, and everything about it. As she walked, her sea-green optics lifted to look up at the sky where a large fowl seemed to fly over her head. She kept walking, her mind now curious of what was in the sky. It was normally so quiet! In the distance her ears had picked up the sound of squeaks and squeals from a rodent, and her eyes shifted there. A bunny! The last she seen of it, was when it darted straight into a hole. Chasing after it was this lion, eagle mix of a creature. [colour=#009966]Thats rare,[/colour] she thought.[colour=#009966] A Griffon.[/colour] Immediately she came to reality in the time of mere danger. The griffon was about to cross her path, talons sharp and claws out as if to catch prey! Now she realized, the bunny was running fromt he griffon. A face of fright had overwhelmed her expression and she reared up onto her hind flanks. Musica screamed in anticipation to be hit, her entire face and body freezing with her pegasus wings expanded and feathers ruffled. [colour=#009966]"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"[/colour] She paused then. [colour=#FF0000]"Whoo, that was close."[/colour] the griffon said ever so close to the mare. She opened her right eye to peak, realizing now that she was perfectly fine, and her panic was nothing. A scarlet tint set in upon her cheeks. [colour=#FF0000]"Sorry if I almost hit you." [/colour]He said to her. Musica lowered her cowering body down and stoof back on all four of her hoofs, heaving a sigh and laughing softly at herself. [colour=#009966]"You gave me quite a scare! Not something I would regularly expect this time of morning, let alone speaking to a Griffon."[/colour] Musica commented, looking directly at the griffon now with a shy smile, her eyebrows curved upward to only accent the expression she portrayed. The pegasus flexed her wings before retracting them to rest as her sides, breathing slow and deep in a subtle attempt to regain her exposure. She felt small in comparison to the creature who stood before her, and a settling intrigue took place of the brief panic she had. She was amused to have met a griffon first-hand, though introductions weren't quite made yet. Taking another breath, she raised her left front hoof with the silvery bangles on them, and held it out in front of the griffon as if for him to shake it. [colour=#009966]"I'm Musica-Lee Noted. Feel free to call me Musica. Oh, and good morning!" [/colour]

[colour=#009966]"The sun is quite refreshing, I would say. You see so many physical changes with the trees and ground, that you feel it should skip the entire process and go straight to winter. However, this, this is simply pleasant. Its one of my favorite kind of days." [/colour]Musica responded casually, afraid she may seem long winded with her extended wording. The made shifted her seen green eyes to the Pegasus who now accompanied her next to the playground fence.before her arrival, her eyes were focussed on the griffon in the playground. Bring so far away from her home, she was bound to see something truly unique at some point,. It was a treat to see a griffon in Baltimare. A smile, as tiny as it could be, brightened her features as she looked at the blue Pegasus. She lifted her front left hoof to shake that of her company's and introduced herself,[colour=#009966] "My name is Musica-Lee Noted. I'm from Baltimare."[/colour]

Her job wasn't stay-at-home though that is where her office was stationed. Musica was traveling from town to town, and it just so happened that this week she wound up in the home of the pegasi. Her wings were at their full expansion, her cream feathers preened and beautiful. Today she wore a light blue pinstripe vest with an oversized light blue bow tassled to the back of her wavy chestnut mane. The mare had caught a free day to socialize and meet other pegasi and ponies in Cloudsdale. She wasn't about to pass up such an opportunity as that. Walking down the main street, she found herself stopping by the fenced in playground, watching the foals play. The mare just stood there, idling and reminiscing about her foal-days as she stood there by the fence.

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Tinder Foot (Tin-Tin) Sex: Female Age: Mare Species: Earth Pony Eye colour: [colour=#FF3333]Dark Salmon[/colour] Coat: [colour=#FFFF66]Light Yellow[/colour] Mane/Tail: [colour=#FF3333] Dark Salmon[/colour] and [colour=#FF9900]Pumpkin Orange.[/colour] Her mane is cropped into a very stylish bob, Streaked with a pumpkin orange colour in the midst of the dark red. The ends of her mane are turned outward, and the top of it is lifted for added volume. Her tail has the same colours, and a similar style. Lifted out from her rear flanks, her tail spirals into one big shimmering curl corresponding to the style of her mane. Physique: Very fit and lean. She is an athletic pony, and its something that shows. She has long legs and a small boddess. Her hooves are the same Dark Salmon/Reddish colour as her eyes and hair are. On her face, she also has freckles under her eyes and on her cheeks. Residence: Las Pegasus Occupation: Carnival Pony - Pyrotechnics Acrobat Cutie Mark: A silvery baton ring surrounded in flames. The ones like a majorette would use as a prop. History: Foalhood Tin-Tin was born in Las Pegasus at one of the local hospitals. She was born healthy, and cute as can be with a tuft of hair on her mane and tail. She looked like a firework as a foal. Her parents loved her unique looks and admired them dearly. Because of her beauty they bought her all sorts of unique clothing, and show outfits. Her parents were carnival ponies. Her Father was a ring-leader in a circus act in Las Pegasus, and her Mother was an animal charmer with her voice. They performed their shows nightly. The circus family they had were thrilled upon Tin-tin arrival. Her parents already knew Tin-tin would be a part of their act, but doing what? A few years or so down the road, Tin-tin was home-schooled by her parents during the day as during the afternoons they performed. Growing up in such an outgoing environment gave tin-tin this outgoing personality. She wasn't shy, wasn't afraid. She was bold, and impulsive. Even for a foal. As a foal, her mum put Tin-tin into pageants. In those pageants, her mum dressed Tin-tin up in flamboyant glittery bridles and curled her firey mane and tail. The way her mane and tail looked in those pageants is how she chose to wear them for the rest of her days, because she loved it so much. The talent portion of the pageants was always something different, from dancing to using ribbons, gymnastics, to all sorts. Her mother wanted Tin-tin to have a well rounded performing background. It wasn't long before Tin-tin grew out of pageants. The constant demand of glitz in pageants wasn't something she enjoyed. Tin-tin was a filly by this time, and her parents allowed her to begin having small acts within the nightly circus performances. Tin-Tin did things from balance acts over large pools of water, to swinging with one of the circus ponies in the air, and doing some magic tricks with a zebra. Tinder Foot's parents were very proud of her. Because of never attending a public school, Tin-tin never had many friends her age. She wouldn't have found her special talent in a public school and every day, ordinary life. Her life wasn't ordinary, but extraordinary. Cutie Mark Story "mum! mum!" Tinder Foot shouted to her mother. It was early afternoon and with it being the weekend, she didn't have cool. In her room she had been practicing with her batons all day, and now she was prepared for this evenings show. Well, prepared with her routine. The other one, the one she was supposed to, she just sort of forgot. "mum!" Tinder shouted again. Her mother, having been speaking with her father, stopped to look at the filly who so impatiently pestered her. As soon as her mother looked at Tinder Foot she started bouncing up and down excitedly. "mum I got a new routine I want to perform! Can I? Can I?!" She exclaimed. Her mum perked a brow. But Tin-tin knew what her mother was thinking. What crazy idea did she come up with this time? The circus was full of acrobats, but she wanted to try something that her circus never performed before. "Are you sure it will be a hit? What about the trapeze routine swinging through rings of fire?" Tin-tin's father jumped in, asking his daughter. "I'm going to me taking that ring of fire and moving it!" Tin-tin responded, the bouncing pony revolving in circles. She had too much energy to spare her. "Well, I guess it couldn't hurt. . . even though we are sold out tonight." Her father said, almost hesitantly. The filly suddenly squealed and jumped at her father, wrapping her hooves around his neck. "Oh thank you daddy! Thank you!" "Dear..." Her mother said nervously. Her father just looked at her mum and flashed her a charming smile. She rolled her eyes. "When can I go?!" Tin-tin asked. "Do you want to be the opening act?" Her parents asked, almost simultaneously. "No, just put me in the middle!" Tinder Foot answered. So, it was set. Her father went to contact the other carnival members and adjusted the schedule for daddy's little filly. Tin-tin ran off to practice for the performance. Her parents hadn't the slightest idea what she was up to, but they knew whatever it was couldn't hurt. Later that night, the time had come for the show to begin. Her father being the ring leader, opened the show by taming a lion with a whip and a wooden stool. Then came dancing bears on patterned bouncing balls. The lights turned off then for her mother to sing and charm the crowd as well as some diamond dogs (who were treated with jewels due to their participation). Then it had a pony swallowing swords. A trapeze act. Canon act... It rolled around to Tinder Foot's turn before she new it. Her nerves shook her up, but she just kept a smile. Around her body was this sparkling red outfit with sequins and silver linings around each leg sleeve and her middle. Each leg was adorned with a silver armlet with a ruby imbedded in the center. Her tail and mane was curled and fixed as they were in the pageants, and with a baton ring, she stood prepared. The crowd was clapping for the twin's escape act, and slowly the lights in the arena dimmed. Lightly treading across the concrete floor, Tin-tin made her way to the center. Carrying the baton ring in her mouth, she waited.Slowly Tin-tin stood up on her hind legs and awaited her crowd to judge her performance. Showtime. The spotlight clicked and shone down upon the pony and she took a moment to look at the crowd, embracing the onlooking eyes in the circular arena. Swallowing, and taking a deep breath, she lifted the baton ring before her and began to spin it slowly. One of the prop managers in the circus team had came stealthily and placed a torch next to the pedestal she stood upon. Through her peripheral vision she seen the torch and began to dance on the pedestal, almost like ballet. Bending her knees into some elegant stance, she casually let the spinning baton catch on fire as her arm extending the spinning, silver prop out just above the torch. The crowd gasped as they seen the baton get in flamed. Spinning the ring faster, Tinder Foot threw the ring up in the air, and did a cartwheel off the pedestal where another lone torch awaited her. She grabbed another baton ring and glazed the edges across the nearby torch, spinning it with her right hoof as she skipped back toward the pedestal. A foot or two from it fell the baton she threw, and with her left hoof she caught it, gasping with the crowd. It wasn't long after before the crowd began to cheer for her wildly. Her arms were extended and spinning the batons, performing a few tricks such as maneuvering one of the flaming rings under one of her hind hooves, and juggling the rings. In the center was a circular hole for her hoof to fit through, and eventually the filly picked up one more baton for the finale of her act. She threw not one, but two of the baton rings she had and gallopped to a teetering board. The pony ran up the teetering board and leaped through a hoop with the spotlight following her. In the middle of the hoop was a third baton, already flaming. This ring was much smaller than the other two. Spinning the ring, she landed with a flip. And in that flip, she attached the third, smaller, baton ring to her left back hoof and danced quickly. In the nick of time, she caught both of the other baton rings which were inches from hitting the concrete. Tin-tin smiled and continued to dance, moving back to the pedestal. Leaning onto her right back hoof, she balanced on that sole hoof alone. The crowd continued to cheer and she moved the left baton ring to her mouth. Blowing on it, she stopped the first ring from having fire on its outer edges and moved the piece of metal around her neck. Because the fire was a stunt, it didn't burn her. Spinning, she moved the second baton between her moved just a bit longer as she balanced, before blowing its flames out and throwing the ring around her neck. Swinging down and around, the earth pony retrieved the third baton ring around her back hoof and blew it out, holding the ring that was no longer spinning in her right hand. She came to a stand and let the crowd cheer there on the pedestal, before taking her bow and leaving. Behind the stage her parents were cheering for her, and it was the bearded lady-pony that pointed out something on her flank. Was she on fire? The bearded pony thought that her flank was on fire. However, when her mother lifted her costume from her flank and checked it, a flaming baton ring cutie mark had appeared. In the middle of her act, though she had to focus, she knew that she wanted to perform and be a carnival pony. And this was her specialty. A tear of happiness slid from one of the fillies eyes and she began to jump up and down, cheering as she had received her cutie mark. Finally! The Life of the Young Mare Night in and night out, Tinder Foot resided with her parents, her ocelot kitten named Ninya, and her carnival family. She is now an active act in the show, and a favorite to some of their onlookers. This is her occupation and her special talent. To do something the pony loved was more than Tin-tin could have ever asked for. Tinder-Foot hopes to become a part of a traveling act, so that she can get out to see the world of Equestria despite the love for her home here. She also hopes to eventually live a bit of the life outside the carnival and see what it is like there. Tin-tin finds her life very extraordinary, but very routine. Anything to mix it up would let this mares dark salmon eyes be refreshed. Character Summary: Tinder Foot isn't very shy. She is outgoing, almost borderline flamboyant. That was a product of her raising and history with performance. She had to learn to improv on stage, and is able to work her way through near-troubling situations because of that. Tin-tin is booksmart and does have a well bit of common sense. A disadvantage to her lifestyle is that she isn't fully exposed to the slice-of-life real world. She's never been out of Las Pegasus, and never has seen the world. That's something Tin-tin aspires to do is to travel, and to perform with a group or maybe solo. She wonders, and feels that she can easily adapt. It is just the last of personal experience that holds her back from a thing such as that. Tinder Foot's biggest fear is rejection and humiliation. She is one to believe in unlimited possibilities and ways to do things, and that anything is possible. For Tin-Tin to be told that she can't, or to mess up on a performance makes her really sad. But Tin-Tin does bounce back. She loves to handle fire and props. She just loves to perform, and thrive off the energy that people feed her. It is her passion, her hobby, and her occupation. When you first meet Tin-Tin, or when she is first to meet you persay, she will draw you in with her personality. She is curious, and wants to know everything that everypony and every thing has to offer. Some ponies even say she is nosey, but that doesn't stop her as long as you are willing to tell. Tin-Tin likes to expand her boundaries in her performance, so no performance is the same. If she thinks of something, and she can bring it to life, she will. Tin-tin also likes to spend time with her ocelot kitten Ninya who also accompanies her at times in performances. Outside of the circus, Tinder Foot enjoys dancing, music, the stars, animals, experiencing new things, being social, making friends. A few things that Tin-tin can't stand are rude people, arrogance, snobs, rodents, and certain flowers. What Tinder Foot hopes to accomplish in life would be to become a famous, perhaps even legendary performer that people speak of all over Equestria. She wants to be a traveling performer and perform outside of Las Pegasus, and show the world what she can do. Its a form of self-confidence and mere self-empowerment for her. Performing is where Tin-Tin is at her strongest.

I jsut copy/pasted my WoE bio. I reckon if its good enough to be in WoE its good enough everywhere else, too! But to write it was 2 days... with edits and such.

Peaking from the hills on the horizon, the sun shined with its piercing lights to begin the day. The rays tickled Equestria's surface with its warmth, and provided substantial illumination. The sun was much brighter than any light or any candle. As the sun rose higher into the sky, the dark which fell upon the Foothills seemed to retreat. The sky, once a navy, began to lighten in its tint to a nice bright blue. It was easy to notice the puffy clouds in the sky, spaced apart from one another and white against the suns rays. The clouds would provide a nice shade, and it was seen already that the weather would involve no rain showers. As the sun continued to rise, the brightness of the massive star seemed to shoot its beams through a closed glass window which belong to a particular pegasus' cabin on the outskirts of Baltimare. The beam touched the edge of the pony's bed, and made its way up to shine directly on the ponies face. The warmth, and the light of the sun caused the pegasus to stir, where she was laying on her back, she rolled over onto her stomach. Except, by rolling over onto her stomach the mare fell directly onto her wooden floors.Thump.[colour=#00cc99] [/colour][colour=#00cc99]"Ugggggh..." [/colour] Musica moaned from the pain on her legs, and face. Cold wooden floors wasn't the best thing to wake up to. Bending her legs, the mare tried to push herself into a stand, having the weight of her covers and maby even her pillow on her body to fight against her. Placing all of her hooves against the ground, Musica pushed against the surface of the floor and lifted herself up into a stand. The covers seemed to shed from her body and slink onto the floor, the pillow somehow falling back onto the bed. Shaking her head, the pegasus tried to wake herself up from the groggy state she found herself in. [colour=#00cc99]"This is the fourth time this week this has happened..."[/colour] Musica muttered, complaining to herself. Her chestnut locks moved, frazzled and tangled and far from tidy on both her mane and tail. Taking her time, Musica mosied on over to a clear place in her room, and began to stretch. She would bend each leg, then extend it outward. Her head tilted and rolled to and from each side, and she flexed and expanded her wings, rotating them in a circling pattern as she stood in place. It was rather quiet in the cabin, though outside the birds were singing and speaking to one another. The mare finished her stretches, her eyes surveying her room for anything to straighten up aside her bed. Nothing. Nodding to herself, she moved to her bed and leaned down, picking up the corner of the blanket with her teeth and jerking it upward. The fabric seemed to flare out and neatly fall over her bed as Musica directed it, making up her bed with ease. She fluffed the pillow and set it against the headboard, and moved to her vanity. At the vanity, Musica didn't spend a lot of time. She grabbed a hold of a wooden brush, running the bristles through her wavy chestnut mane first, then her tail to rid of the tangles and to brush her locks into their place. Her sea-green eyes stared at her reflection in the mirror quietly, finding herself satisfied with her looks, though she wished that she didn't feel so average. Her looks wasn't a problem, despite the fact she found herself often bored with it. Returning the brush to its home on the vanity, Musica moved then to her wardrobe. Opening the doors with her front hooves, she grabbed a different ensemble from her usual colours. Today, she chose to wear a orchid/violet purple pinstripe vest with a matching pinstripe bow. The colour was so majestic against her cream coat, she normally only wore it if she was going to be exposed to a lot of ponies eyes. Throwing on the vest, and tying the bow into the back of her mane, the pony finally departed from her bedroom. The sound of her two pairs of silver bangles bounced against her hooves as they rested above them on her left front leg, and right back. She pranced through her living quarters into the kitchen, and grabbed an apple from a basket for breakfast. Musica had not much time to spare after she prepared herself for the day ahead. With no lessons to teach that were scheduled in the morning, the pegasus was free of all responsibilities. It had been a while since she had been to Baltimare, and it was time that she paid a visit to the city. Eating the apple, and hunting down her white saddlebag, the mare left the house with ease to begin her day. She lived on the outskirts of Baltimare, near White Tail Wood... but it shouldn't take her too long. With a smile on her face, she went about her way.

Moving at a rather quick pace, the pegasus worked her way to the other side of Satomi, her sea-green eyes glancing over the wounded pony carefully. She certainly did need medical attention to ensure a recovery. Shifting her gaze to Peridot, Musica smiled and said politely,[colour=#009966] "My name is Musica. It is nice to meet you!"[/colour] Musica's attention then fell back to the injured pony. [colour=#009966]"I believe we need to get you to the hospital, darling. No pony should be in this condition."[/colour]

Musica-Lee Noted was in Baltimare for the day to visit her parents. She hadn't seen them and was informed that this very day they both would be off work. Moving to the country was a great idea, but it did have its drawbacks. Trotting along the sidewalk, Musica stopped at the post office and slipped inside the door. It was by request she picked up the mail and todays newspaper, it being early morning. With a gleeful smile, the pegasus pranced on in with a gentle spring in her step. She retrieved her parents mail, and before leaving a particular sheet of paper had caught her eye. [colour=#00cc66]What is this?[/colour] she pondered, her sea-green eyes focusing on the writing to obtain further detail. [colour=#00cc66]A matchmaking service?[/colour] Then she got to thinking: [colour=#00cc66]I've never really had anyone interested me throughout my education, and i'm certainly not getting any younger. Could anyone possibly love me? A private music teaching pegasus from Baltimare? Hmm...[/colour] Before the mare realized, she had snatched the form and a pen, and began scrawling letters to fill it out. Musica heaved a sigh, finding herself rather anxious of the outcome. She folded the letter and shoved it in an envelope, scrawling the address and mailing it before retrieving her parent's mail, and going about her way.