River

Someone who's constantly hungry.

River Song River yawned as she sleepily made her way down the stairs, carefully not to trip and fall. That was definitely not an ideal way to start the day. The light blue filly brushed back her messy navy blue mane so it didn't fall into her eyes. Today was the day that she agreed to help her older sister, Coral Gem, around her shop: Merpony's Baubles. Situated near the edge of the easternmost Nimbusgait Lake, the two storeyed shophouse had a touristy yet mystical feel about it. Lovingly hoofcrafted necklaces and hooflets were displayed by the window, and an elaborate yet elegant windchime hung by the door. Transluscent sea green drapes hung at the slightly blue stained glass windows, pulled back by a deep green rope. The walls were of varying shades of turquoise and sea blue, giving off the impression of water. The floor was covered with unpolished dark wood planks, sanded down so nopony would get a splinter in their hoof. River quickly greeted Coral with a hug before moving to flip the sign so that it said: Open! Just to maintain that professional atmosphere, River had left her pipe upstairs at her sister's insistence. It didn't feel quite right being parted with it, but she'd live. It was only for a day. With that thought in mind, Ruver stationed herself by one of the cases, a smile upon her face.

Hey! Welcome to Canterlot! I do hope you have a great time here, and don't hesitate to ask me if you have any questions, or looking for someone to RP with ^^

Oh my Well, congratulations! ^^

O.o

River smiled slightly at Krad, already reaching for her pipe though she was cut off for a moment by Falcon and Nao's short conversation. A new type of excitement bubbled within her- The excitement that only came from her passion: music. It would be really interesting to study the types of music here. Would they lean towards the more regal side, or folk side? She supposed that there could be two genres of music here, or maybe even more! After listening for a bit more, River concluded rather happily that she chose the right night to get lost in the forest. Festivals were really fun, and the music lively and energetic. As Nao spoke, the filly found herself being enraptured by the mare's words, suddenly eager to see the proceedings as well. Just like she did at home, River blew absentmindedly on the pipe, playing a short but invigorating six notes. Yes, that sounded quick and happy enough for a fair!

The sun shone gently over the land of Equestria, sending forth its warm rays to cradle the land. In Trottingham, the sun beams danced across the crystal clear waters of the Nimbusgait Lakes. Water lapped against the gentle gradient of the shore, providing a steady and soothing rhythm to anypony who would stop and listen. Beside the water's edge lay two ponies, one a young mare and the other an older filly. Locals would know them as Coral Gem, the jeweller, and River Song, the jeweller's mute younger sister. Coral had her eyes shut in relaxation as she listened to her sister's most recent tune- A short lullaby that sounded lovely on River's tin whistle. The sister's were mostly silent, for they often enjoyed the calm that the morning brought. However, they knew that the pleasant weather would soon draw other ponies out to the water's edge as well. And sure enough, the distant sound of horseshoes upon the dirt path carried over to the two, and Coral sat up to see who it was that was approaching.

Why do you call yourself the Queen of Ravens? O: Also, do you like sheep?

Uh, fun and maybe someone who appreciates the adorable side of things, based on your sig :3 Also, I always thought Rose was kinda scary xD Sorry!

Oh, yay, thanks The first of many? O: I'm confused.

No. Haha, I'm joking, as usual. C: For River, anything Celtic would do. I'm leaning more towards Pan's Lullaby. C: Know that one? As for Coral Gem, I'm still deciding xD

I may not know where you got your name from,but the minute I saw it I was reminded of the palisade cells in a leaf. :3 That was weird, sorry. But still, welcome to Canterlot and I do hope we get the chance to RP in the future!

Nooooom, I do believe it's your turn to post D:

This RP shall be remembered o:

(I was only mentioning changelings for an example, not to say that Vision fought them. Then again, this is the FFA, so who am I to say what goes and what doesn't?) Cyprus nodded slightly, still having his doubts but not voicing them. The stallion backed away further into the recesses of the cave, quite upset. Why did this all have to happen? These wars, espionage missions and fighting? He didn't like it one bit. Still, be knew what he would have to expect when he joined the team of ragtag ponies intent on disthroning Sombra. He knew he could help with his knowledge of outdoor survival, but he didn't want to actually fight. After making sure that he was still close enough to hear echoes of their conversation, he cracked open the tiny hooful of nuts he allowed himself to take.

It has to be the This Day Aria. Nothing beats that :3

(Pardon me, again, but the whole beating up an army thing seems a bit unrealistic to me. Even the Mane Six, together, couldn't take on the whole changeling army. Might I also point out that Celestia- an alicorn like Vision, wasn't able to defeat Queen Chrysalis.)

(I probably live on the other side of the world, so my posts may take a while. Also, skip me for the moment. I can't think of anything to say.)

OOC: I believe we should wait for Smartbrony.

OOC: I post from my phone everyday as well, but that doesn't hinder me from using the full spelling. However, thank you for changing it.

OOC: I'm sorry, but would you mind not using 'u' as a substitute for 'you'? I know it may be more convenient for you, but I find it rather annoying. It's just two letters.

The stallion frowned slightly at Vision's explanation, suddenly feeling more dubious than ever. How did he get King Sombra's diary if he was from so far away? How did he even find it? Did Sombra even have a diary? It seemed very unlikely. Yet, what were the odds of this stranger managing to steal one of Sombra's book right from under his nose? If, by a chance, he was a defector from Sombra, how would they be able to trust him? So many questions, yet he couldn't voice them all. "For it to be his diary seems to be highly suspicious. How did you get it from him?" Cyprus asked Vision, eyes staring- glaring, more like, at him. His tone was not merely question but full of veiled hostility and hidden accusations.

Roleplay Type: WoE Name: Crystal Dawn Sex: Female Age: Young Mare Species: Pegasus Eye colour: A vibrant dandelion yellow at the top half of her eyes, but darkens into sunset orange at the bottom half. Coat: Her glossy coat is somewhat of a cream hue that turns into a dusty rose pink around her hooves. She often wears paint splattered aprons that's pockets are filled with small jars of paint. It's also not uncommon to see a paintbrush tucked behind her ear. Mane/Tail: Crystal's mane and tail are the exact same shade as her hooves. When left to hang, her mane is slightly frizzy but mostly straight, barely brushing the middle of her legs. However, she prefers to keep her mane in a messy bun most of the time, as it might interfere in her work otherwise. Loose strands dangle around her face, and are paint tipped in spite of her carefulness. Physique: Crystal is a small pony- something to do with genes, her mother told her once. She's slightly smaller than average but her wings are of the normal size. Residence: Cloudsdale Occupation: Cloud Painter. She paints the clouds of sunrise and sunset to give them colour. Cutie Mark: A half painted cloud with a small paintbrush sticking out of it. When Crystal was younger, she absolutely loved to paint. However, not many ponies agreed. Those that did only did it to spare her feelings. Even she herself knew she wasn't a good artist. Her work being nothing more than a subtly coloured background with nothing as the main focus. It was as if she just threw random paints on the canvas and called it art. Still, she enjoyed what she did and never let anypony discourage her. Her parents encouraged her interest and even went so far as to buy good quality brushes and paints for her to use. There was an art fair in school, where a renowned artist, Magenta, would be the judge. Crystal was set on competing for the top prize. However, it just so happened that she had ran out of fine canvas to paint on- and it was the only type that her colours blended perfectly on. Her father, away from Cloudsdale on business, heard the news and called in a favour from his friend who was a unicorn. With the help from her father, the unicorn did a complex spell that changed a simple cloud into the canvas- which was rushed back to Cloudsdale. Crystal was ecstatic! She set about working on her piece, and she knew it would be the greatest piece of art she had ever made. During the fair day, she proudly presented her work to Magenta to be judged. However, to her mortification, the spell wore off just then and the canvas changed back into a cloud. The colours, however, remained. The result would be a small cloud stained by many different complimentary hues so that it very much resembled the clouds in a sunset horizon. She didn't win first prize, but she did receive many compliments, for 'making an exemplary and beautiful piece through unorthodox methods.' It was the fact that her work had been appreciated, and only added to the beauty of something there- instead of creating beauty. From that day on, she never painted on canvas again, only clouds. Also, did I forget to mention that she got her cutie mark? History: Crystal grew up in Cloudsdale with her parents, Thunder Eye and Angel Rain. She was an only foal and received much love and adoration, though her parents did take pains to not spoil her rotten. She also seemed to have an inclination as a foal to wander off the edges of clouds, so she picked up flying pretty quickly. Always curious, she somehow managed to slip away from her parents whenever they took her out, if something caught her fancy. That was how she met her childhood friend, Kindle, a young Pegasus colt with an affinity for lightning storms. Together they got into much more mischief over the years, through primary school, secondary school, and university. Talking about school, she absolutely loved it, although sometimes she did accidentally get into trouble. Being a fast (but forgetful) learner, she managed to get some A's with a handful of B' s. She was also involved in the planning of many art related activities later on due to her love for the subject, and went on to study Art in university. In their last year of university Kindle, who was by now her stallionfriend, proposed to her. She immediately agreed, also knocking over several jars of paint in the process. Currently, she has a small job at the Cloudsdale Factory painting clouds and plans to marry Kindle sometime near Hearth's Warming Eve. Character Summary: Crystal is energetic. There is no better word to describe her. She undertakes any task, whether they be easy or challenging with her utmost effort and enthusiasm. An optimist, she prefers to look on the brighter side of life no matter how dire the situation may be. She's constantly moving and finds it hard to stay still for long, and that had posed as a problem in her schooling years. In fact, the only time she can stay in the same spot for more than a half hour is when she's painting. It is very rare to see Crystal sad, or even faintly perturbed for long. She's quick to forgive and forget, to live and let live. Easily trusting, she can seem quite näive at times though that isn't the case. She's fast to learn from her mistakes, which aren't very few, and to amend the problem as soon as possible. Crystal cannot stand to see any mistakes uncorrected, no matter how small, much to the chargin and exasperation of her friends. It's very easy to warm up to Crystal, but tolerating her energy and enthusiasm can be quite tiring. In fact, the only pony to ever come close in all her experiences would be Kindle. Sometimes she gets swept up in her own excitement and forgets about other ponies, seeming insensitive or uncaring, but will stop to wait if somepony points it out. Crystal can't bear to see anypony close to her upset, and will often do her best to cheer them up and help them out. She enjoys quick flies around Cloudsdale, whether it be raining or shining. Other pastimes include dancing (though she's not particularly good at it), shaping clouds and attempting to give Kindle a hooficure.

Cyprus glanced at the two conversing rather skeptically. Talks of codes and weaknesses didn't seem to cut it for him. He was always one for the plain simple truth, but if Hammer wanted to go with it, he would as well. "It sounds sketchy." He stated, emptying his pack a safe distance away from the fire. Could they afford another mouth to feed? His moss coloured eyes glanced at the food calculatively, and then back to the one who called himself Vision. It would put a strain, but if the others really believed he could help, then who was he to object? "I suppose if the others are fine with it, I'll go along too."