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JayGatzTheGreat

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About JayGatzTheGreat

  • Birthday 08/15/1996

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    Canterlot!
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  1. About Myself: Moi? Im half black and half Gaelic, and I like to read and swim, and play jazz. And i also play video games a lot. While this fandom is by far my favorite, ive since hopped around. Im also a whovian, walking dead fan, a breaking bad fan, Harry potter...the list goes on and on... How I found Canterlot.com: A friend told me. How I became a fan of MLP:FiM: I was at an Air Force base with my father, and while he was talking to his commanding officer, i snuck off into one of the back rooms. One of the fighter pilots had a custom Derpy patch on his uniform, and i asked him what it was. Googled the show and was hooked instantly My favourite main cast pony/s: AppleJack,Fluttershy,Miss Rarity,Rainbow Dash,Twilight Sparkle,Pinkamina Diane Pie Hello everypony! I am the Great (and powerful) Jay Gatz! And yes, thats a reference to the Geat Gatsby Im really looking forward to meeting you all, and im so glad to have a chance to get my roleplaying wings stretched again. I havent really done it since the days of Warrior cat roleplays, but ill manage So....how about some poetry? What becomes of the mare that sings, where does her voice go? Does it carry toward the mountain, and gloss the falling snow, with the sweet dew of music? What becomes of the wind that blows, where can i hear it try to power the wheat mills, and see it blow across the amber seas of grain, and through to the orchirds, where acres of sweet apples, sway in the breeze? What becomes of the Pony's mind, and the thoughts inscribed within? What stones do the consciousnesses chip away at, with chisels of logic and love? What sculptures will their neurons erect in the honor of love, And what will they cultivate? What will become of this pastel world, full of colour, and beauty, when the pen runs out of ink? Will the pink sky still hold the scent of fresh pies? Will the sound of sweet bells still ring in the air? Can the apples still bloom? And across the skies, will the rainbows still dash, as the light particles flutter on, shyly by...leaving the future's twilight to sparkle? [Note: Please do not share personal details, such as your age, on public internet forums. Thanks! - Rose]
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