AirForceBrony

What's his name?

For the sake of being able to use all of the tools, the rp will be anthro. Note: you will get a starter if your character's accepted, then you will take it to this link: to respond to your starter and begin your rp. ------IMPORTANT!!!!!!--------- If you're accepted, I'll start up a storyline unique to your character to start you of! EXAMPLE: You wake up on a remote island with a terrible headache, and no knowledge of where you are. You slowly stagger to your feet and take a look around. There doesn't seem to be any ponies for miles around. You bend down to pick up your bag when a map and tool belt fall out. You put on the belt and take a look at the map. There isn't much drawn on here at all... It looks like you're going to have to do that on your own... Unfortunately, you notice a terrible storm brewing. You're going to need to shelter yourself first... There's nothing around except for trees, a cave, and dirt... Lots and lots of dirt... Name: Gender: male/female Age: foal/filly-colt/mare-stallion Species: unicorn/earth pony/Pegasus Eye colour: Mane/ tail style and colour: Coat colour: Cutie mark (if applicable): Specialization: exploration/construction/mining/farming/crafting/enchanting/alchemy

(Why don't you guys ask around and see if any of your friends would wanna join in?)

(Whoever wants to I suppose.) John swiftly caught the key and looked at it. "Doubt I will, but might as well hold onto it." He said to himself, as he watched bronze fly away.

((They're not there anymore, they dropped out! Sorry to lose my patience, but that's the fourth time I've said already!)

John face palmed again. "You do certainly talk too much..." He muttered, "why don't you just get this princess twilight? It'll just be easier..."

((You and Bronze are the only ones in now. The others are gone.))

"Well, it looks like we've got no other option..." John said, running his fingers through his hair In thought.

"Then what're we waiting for? Lead the way!" John said, "the more we know what's going on, the better."

"Most of us are." John said, "how do you have books on humans anyway?"

(Yeah, I suppose twilight'll be a princess in this. Since it would take place post fim.) John rested his palm on his face and muttered a few words under his breath. "I suppose that wouldn't be a bad idea..." He said to star, then he looked to her, "but what if there's no way FOR me to return?"

((You mean diseases? Slow down a little and make sure you're using proper spelling and punctuation. And use quotes for what your character's saying.)) "So you're calling me a filthy animal?" John growled as he approached bronze shine. "You're really trying my patience..." He growled, cuffing his hand into a very tight fist.

((Sorry... Autocorrect)) Well... I wouldn't doubt it... They've been saying that there are no other humans here, so..." He chuckled.

((I think Lyra and the others stopped playing.)) "How I got here's beyond me... I just came to here and suddenly, horses talk and use me as a trampoline." John chuckled. He then looked over his shoulder to see Starwood approach. "Hey." He said.

"Ugh" John moans painfully, "first off, it's 'human'... and secondly, quite a while... Until SOMEONE decided to use the cart as a trampoline..." He stood tall again and took a deep breath, blowing out the need to scream in agony. It was apparent in his voice he finally lost patience.

Now seeing that he's been spotted, and that it's too late, he stumbles out of the hay pile and breathes heavily, gripping his stomach. "I'd appreciate it if people stop falling on me and not grab my hair..." He muttered, stumbling back to his feet.

John continued to hold himself, trying not to react to the pain of just being crash landed on. But then a hoof unexpectedly touches his head, a chill goes down his spine.

((The human hasn't been revealed yet. But he just sneezed in the hay of which you're about to land in.))

((I think it died...))

Abundant harvest mumbled as he put his wrinkled hat back on, then let out a soft chuckle. "Sorry 'bout that... Ah had a bad run in with spiders when I was a foal..." He said. He then scratched his head and blinked a couple of times.

Sweet looked over caymellow and warmly giggled. "Yer a shy oon, aren'cha?" She giggled.

"Yeah, ah oon de local pub. Ah make cider, an' me cousin makes the Sarsaparilla." She giggled, putting the last apples back into her saddle bag and standing back up.

Abundant harvest then let out a soft chuckle. "It's nothin', really." He said. He then saw a small spider dangle from the brim of his hat, he quickly threw the hat on the ground and started to stomp on it, screaming incoherent gibberish.