Alanoth

Brawny pulled the cart full of silver ore which would be refined into the jewelry that stimulated Equestria's economy, when suddenly the left wheel broke. He stamped his hoof angrily and bent down to examine the damage closely. The axel had become misalligned, that would take at least an hour to fix. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a Navy Blue colt sitting next to a green bush. Curious, he walked up to the colt casually. "You alright little guy?"

5/5 much better pony than mine, and probably didn't have to be crafted using General Zio's pony creator

The asked changes have been made, as requested

((btw, you do know this isnt a chat room, right? so you cant expect everyone to get back right away) Brawny merely lay there, contemplating what to do next. should he stay with these people? Or go somewhere else?

"Never was very good at figher games...besides I still can't figure out how to use these without breakign stuff." He held up his front hooves.

"What I need is either a cure for this craziness or a means of understanding it." Brawny grumbled.

Brawny merely shrugged, well as best as he could considering the situation.

Brawny just kind of lay there in the corner, thinking about the situation and wondering if it really was all that bad or if there were some benefits to it. well, he couldn't think of anything necessary terrible about it, though he couldn't think about anything fantastic. So he jsut lay there, somewhat indifferently.

Brawny felt a bit out of place, despite being in the same predicament as the rest of them were, and just kind of walked into a corner and sat down to think. Well, by sat down, he tried to sit down and only ended up falling on his stomach again.

Brawny carefully rubbed his head with his hoof-that was something he had never thought would be narrated before-then nodded. "I'm fine...sorry about the door, I'm just kinda freaked out about all of this."

The formerly human young man named Al, now the grey speckled pony named Brawny Boulder, groaned in pain. It may have only been a wooden door, but the force of the impact left his ears ringing. "Owww."

It had been hours since the strange epidemic began, and Al, now constantly believing his name was Brawny Boulder, was half out of his mind. Nothing made sense any more, why had this happened? Of the 20% of all the people everywhere, why had he been included? Yelling in frustration he closed his eyes and ran as fast as he could, the now gray and black speckled pony accidentally smashing his head into the door of a house he didn't recognize. He slumped to the ground with a sigh, all four of his new leg-like limbs splayed out in every direction

(( OOC : Any chance I could jump in o this still?))

4/5. Not entirely sure but it resembles the Lich-King so much that I have to give it a thumbs up

Same here Name: Brawny Boulder Age: Stallion (adult) CM Talent: Craftspony (builder specifically) Backstory: Brawny was always a poor miner and cart puller before the colony expedition was announced, barely working his way through taking up whatever jobs he could. He doesn't have a family, so when he heard they were signing up members for a colony expedition, he quickly joined up. e had to learn how to build, so as to be useful, but knew that if worst came to worse, he could always work as a guardspony. After all, back home he was known as the strongest pony for twenty miles, so he figured he could handle this.

My first ever video game, that I can recall, was Asteroids. I remember having a small, light up, tv-like box from which I would play black and white asteroids, blasting flying rocks into space dust while trying to avoid becoming space dust myself.

I certainly hope I will too, Bellosh, especially now that my application is complete at long last. I hope to meet y'all soon

Thanks friend! ^_^ Looks like I'm finally ready, now to play the waiting game and hope I get a chance to rp with these fine pony folk.

I spent an hour working o this and the information deleted itself, but I'll have this ready as soon as I can figure out how to change the tag to Ready

Username: Alanoth Custom or owned pony?: Custom If custom, what should it's cuite mark be and what should it look like? Preferrably a boulder with a light gray to silver headed pickaxe over it tilted slightly. The coat and mane should be shades of light gray to dark gray, resembling as much like a boulder as possible, without going overboard on realism. The tail is black, he wears a brown padded vest and a miner's hat. Eyes are brown. Pose?: Preferrably pulling a cart or else standing next to a boulder with a pickaxe

Thanks for all the welcome, I feel good about this place already ^_^ all that I need to make it perfect is a thread to commision a drawing XD

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria (Main) Name: Brawny Boulder Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Earth Pony Eye colour: Brown Coat: A light gray coat, with what appears to be rock-like textures in the form of dark grays and blacks scattered throughout the coat from top to bottom. From the base of the neck, about halfway down his back, he wears a brown vest that is padded, protection from the many hazards of his work. Mane/Tail: More often than not, he is found wearing a bright orange hard hat over his dark gray mane. His tail is a plain black, let someone lose and roughly. Physique: Big and Muscular are key, matching his name perfectly. Looks wise he is rather plain, though it is hard to discern because of the dirt and dust that covers his features from the mines. Residence: Bareback Gulch Occupation: Miner/Cart puller for hire Cutie Mark: His cutie mark matches his name perfectly, for it truly is a boulder, only with a silver-like pickaxe tilted 45 degrees in front of it. This shows his occupation as well as his strength, as if the rest of him wasn't already a testament to it. History: Brawny was born as an unusually large foal in Bareback Gulch, the only child of Tumbleweed Nelly and Rough Tumblermane. His mother always worried he would be picked on by the other foals and colts for his large stature, but his father knew better. In Bareback Gulch, if you were big and strong, then you were often successful as a miner or a cart puller. Thus he raised his son to be as strong as he could be and encouraged him to test his strength against his peers regularly. His mother taught him manners, how to address the elderly, to always be respectful to his parents, and to never hesitate to lend a helping hoof to those in need. All of these traits stuck with him as he was growing up, and it showed by the time he was a Colt. As an older Colt, Brawny still hadn't quite earned a complete name, nor had he received a cutie mark. He never really was concerned about it, but the day his mother was in trouble changed his perspective and stature slightly. His mother often collected flowers local to Rough Rider Ridge to sell to passersby and tourists who came through Bareback Gulch, but this time there was a small tremor, and it knocked a ten foot tall, six foot wide boulder loose from a cliff overhang and trapped her leg between two other boulders, which she had been searching for rare flowers. Her whinnies of fear and pain were heard by everypony in town, but none could remove the boulder, even working together. When his father had nearly broken his back in an attempt to loose the boulder, Brawny sprung into action, shocking everyone present as he alone manage to crack the boulder with three mighty stomps of his hooves. Desperately trying to save his mother, he shoved all of his strength against that boulder until it actually managed to move, allowing otherponies to pull her free. Brawny passed out from overexertion, but his mother was safe, and when he awoke in the Doc's office next to his mother, he had received his cutie mark, a boulder with a pickaxe in the act of smashing it open, and the name Brawny Boulder. From then on he worked to become even stronger, increasing his endurance as well as his strength so that he could work the mines as long as possible. He became known as the strongest miner and pony in Bareback Gulch, but he was no complete fool, and kept exercisign constantly so he could maintain that status. He now works as the lead miner of the Bareback Gulch mining operations, though he has been offered the job as manager many times. He knew he couldn't handle the smarts involved with such a responsibility, so he always declined and kept on working, until eventually they just stopped asking. He likes his life the way it is, though he often wonders what it's like outside of Bareback Gulch and hopes to see the rest of the world someday, preferrably with his parents aside him. Character Summary: [colour=#663366]Brawny is the strongest pony in Bareback Gulch, and he likes to keep it that way as best as he can. Besides disappointing his parents, his biggest fear is undoubtedly being beaten by a stronger pony than himself. His plainness often worried his mother, and he caught on to that worry, for his lack of attractive features has made him a very bashful pony around mares. He knows they're looking for somepony who's far better than he is, so he works hard to cover up his anguish over the thought that he will always be alone, and that when his parents pass, he will work and work, having nothing else in his life. He is fine with that for the most part, he excels as the greatest miner in Bareback gulch, fueling at least ten percent of the small town's mineral based economy. He's never liked bullies, both as a foal and as an adult, so most in the mines at least always think twice before trying to be a jerk to anyone. Other than that, he is a friendly stallion who merely[/colour][colour=#663366] enjoys helping others, taking care of his aging parents, and occasionally hiking while daydreaming of the outside world.[/colour]

*waves a hoof in friendly greeting* I'm still fairly new to MLP, mostly because I used to have some predetermined ideas about the show and concepts, but since watching it once or twice with my siblings, I've opened up a bit. Mostly I'm here to roleplay, however I am not against meeting new people at all. So I hope to have a good time meeting everyone here, and hope to eventually meet each and every one of you, presuming that's possible.