QuickLime

He levitated the pen and signed it, putting the Bit on the counter and smiled" Oh I can understand that! I make designs by studying ponies, the color of their pelt, the shade of their mane, their cutie marks it's so fascinating" He said and smiled "But I need to make some sample bags for display and figured some pretty patterns would suffice for now you see" Cashmere smiled trotting over by him to watch " So anything with pretty pictures will work"

Hey her cutie mark is the exact same as Cashmere's but different colors 8D that's neat

I'll do that =D

He followed the other pony with light trots "Oh nothing too specific but I need inspiration for a bag and I just can't seem to get it so I figured looking at a few books with the designs in them would inspire me" He said "It is? Wow such a wonderful place you must really love books, I am Cashmere, it is a pleasure to meet you sir" Watching the papers he nodded "Alright and how much is the fee?"

A Dapple Grey Pony wearing a Monacle walked into the library looking around and smiled heading up to the only other pony in the room "Excuse me sir! Do you have any books about embroidery ? " He asked with a happy smile on his face "Is this your library? It is positively exquisite! " Looking around at the shining shelves, the air thick with the smell of old and new books! IT Was heaven he could live here if he didn't love sewing so much "And I would like to get a library card as well"

http://us.cdn4.123rf.com/168nwm/mayboro/mayboro1102/mayboro110200036/8902162-coil-with-a-red-thread-and-needle-on-white-background.jpg That's what his cutie mark looks like for refference!

Don't forget the fact that there are SNAKES there too..what do they eat? are Mice the bottom of the bottom?

The silence was broken by loud crunching and clashing! It had went from being dull and too quiet to suddenly being far too loud for sensitive pony ears! Quicklime nearly dropped her cup before glancing up from her window and spotted the rather small physique pony in the armor very obviously a royal guard. Quicklime smiled softly and waved at the pony “Hello there welcome to Ponyville! You should really come inside it’s not fit for Pony nor beast out there!” Moving to open her door with her hip “Come on the coffee is still perked and piping hot and you must be frozen clear to your bones” She didn’t see new ponies super often but when she did she was more than happy to try and be hospitable , it was good for business after all and besides the weather was so nasty and dull it would be pretty cruel to just leave her out there in the cold.

Alright thank you so much =D

Just checking does Assessed mean that it's accepted or? Because it got moved to accepted

His name comes from the fact that Cashmere is soft and gentle to the touch, It has nothing to do with his fabric choices. It's implying his Mother found him to be the softest cutest little fluffems.. He's not gonna tell you that, no way on earth.

Thanks.. CONFOUND YOU HOOOOVES!-goes to fix- I swear... D<

There! The Grammar and stuffs should be fixed naow

Edited the description a bit to give him a bit more depth and to explain a few things !

Thanks Oatmeal I'll work on it.. and lol I wrote Handbags?XD that might be a problem -looks at hooves-

Lol didn't we all sorta argue in the Forum about the possibility of halloween in Equestria? glad to see we finally sorta kind a alil bit get an answer..

I must be blind because the Mirrored head thing doesn't look bad to me at all....

Is that better?

Name:Cashmere Needle Sex:Male Age:Stallion Species:Unicorn Pelt Color: A soft dappled grey Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Mane is a slicked back dark purple with light purple highlights. Above his flanks are two splotches of dark purple to match the primary color of his mane and three dark freckles under his eye. Eye Color:Dark blue, leaning towards purple. Cutie Mark: A bobbin with red thread around it, throughed with a needle. Physique: Small and lean, perfect for sewing machine work, yet sturdy enough to tote around a cart or plow. Origin: Canterlot Roleplay Type: Mane RP Occupation: A tailor that specializes in gorgeous saddle bags and bridles. Motivation: Cashmere has always loved sewing which he learned from his mother by helping her. His mother would sew for a living, since his father passed away many years ago due to an injury from his youth. She was a very talented and hard-working mare that could master any pattern or design with a single glance. When her eyesight began to fail, Cashmere was determined to step up and do the harder work for her. It started off with simple tasks such as replacing a bobbin or threading a needle. However, it wasn’t long before Cashmere had to shoulder the brunt of the work, with supervision. One day, whilst sewing on a saddle bag, he realized this was his life’s love. THIS is what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. And lo and behold, his cutie mark appeared! When that shiny bobbin and needle flashed upon his flank, he knew he’d always be happy when sewing, especially making saddle bags. Likes: The hum of a good sewing machine, the smell of a freshly pressed bag, the gentle sound of gems pressing against the fabric as they are sewn into place. The whirr of an old fashion spindle, sweets, the the soft click clack of pony hooves on cobblestone. These are all things that bring joy to Cashmere. Dislikes: The smell of burnt fabric, the smell of burnt hair, loud noises, ponies that are stuck up or think they are the best thing that ever came out of Equestria, Mud, Spas and fashion magazines. These are all things that Cashmere holds in disdain. Character Summary: After countless days of hard work and long hours, Cashmere had enough to fund his mother’s retirement. Finally, she could rest easy as he ventured forth into the world and make a name for himself! He ended up moving out to the small town of Ponyville, and set up a designer Saddlebag shop so he could get his name out there. Not wanting tons of fame, but nonetheless enjoying ponies discovering how useful and fabulous his bags could be! Cashmere is a bit of an open book in the way of emotions. Every emotion he feels flashes like a neon sign across his face. You’ll know when he doesn’t like something, it will show quite clearly on his muzzle. Due to this weakness, he spent tons of time learning how to read other people’s expressions as well. Unfortunately, he isn’t very good at it yet, so he might misread emotions, such as mistaking nervousness for hostility! He’s still working on it. Being a relatively friendly pony, Cashmere tries his hardest not to come off as snobby or stuck up. Yet when he does get his mane ruffled or his buttons pushed, he will go in for the kill, using the strongest, sharpest words to cut into his opponents. He knows he has a rotten and nasty temper, and he does try his hardest to be nice and kind to everypony. His temper stems from how he was treated as a colt. Often getting teased for doing ‘filly work’, as he preferred to sew and create things that other colts found to be useless and feminine. Biting remarks caused him to reciprocate such negativity, stabbing his opponents with words the same way a needle stabs through fabric. His main fluke is his lack of pain tolerance. A bruise makes him sniffle, a splinter makes him whine, and if he breaks a bone, here come the sirens and the floodgates opening! Strange, considering if he gets a cold or flu, it’s dealt with like a champ. All his bags are made out of fabric. He would NEVER use materials from a living being! He uses leather alternatives and gets most of his fabric shipped from his mother in Canterlot. She has several connections and gets discounts on high quality fabric. This is another way he takes care of his mother, paying top dollar for the fabrics she sends him! Again no cutie mark I can't draw D< But the Mark looks like this 83

The air in Ponyville was strangely quiet instead of it's usual hyperactive buzz, a silence had drifted over the town like a thin layer of frost over a window pane. Quicklime stood infront of the window which was open, the cool Autumn breeze blowing through her green and black striped mane, a shiver going down her spine as she sat a pot of coffee on to brew to drive away the chill. The town seemed almost void of life for the moment but she hoped that soon it would liven up and become full of life and sound and joy. Right now it was damn depressing... As the pot did it's duty to brew the slightly bitter drink she watched the glass pitcher slowly fill with the rich chocolate brown liquid. Crossing her arms loosely on the counter as it filled up and when it was done took the handle in her mouth carefully and poured a cup of the steamy liquid then adding cream, sugar, and a little flavoring to it before clasping it between her hooves and bringing it to her lips and taking a sip. She flinched because she should have blew on it first , her tongue scalded from the liquid but she just blew on the cup before taking another sip being more careful this time as to not kill MORE taste buds. Quicklime let out a soft satisfied sigh once she had taken her sip, the coffee warming up her insides and getting rid of the chill in her bones, it was a good feeling one that she enjoyed about the fall season in summer the only coffee she drank was iced and the chilling feeling just didn't measure up. When the cup was empty she made sure to wash and put it up before going to rest her forelegs on the window, hoof pressed against her cheek as she watched the empty streets hoping, no PRAYING for somepony ANYPONY to appear and to release the town of its rather boring silence. Yet still nopony appeared to relive the haze of silence that hung like a thick fog over the town, it was almost like it was under a witches spell because not even the birds were chirping, not even a little whistle... it was a sad sad state of affairs it really truly was..

(The title of this Rp made me very very nervous about peeking in...XD)

"My mistake assuming that somepony could take a walk through the woods to gather ingredients and not be ran over by a mini stampede" She replied snorting lightly as she stood up straight "And public places usually mean one should avoid running recklessly and risking nearly hitting someone.." She added fixing her mane, checking her basket to make sure nothing fell out of it "I know it's dangerous but what is life without a little danger here and again ?"

A spikey lime green winged Filly yawned softly as she continued through the moist grass of the woods, over her back and at her side rested a saddle bag made of light brown fabric, the pin on the front to keep the top closed was shaped like a leaf. She continued her light and merry pace stopping every second or two to take a plant between her teeth and plucking it from the dirt, shaking her head slightly to loosen the dirt from the roots before slipping it into the bag to join the other plants that were in there that would be made into various things later on. As she continued to trot on in that light hearted step of hers she paused as a blur of pail yellow and pink bolted past her, making her jerk and raise her front hooves “Agh!” Wincing as she fell down on her butt and huffed. “Hey now watch where you are running you lil pink speed demon!” She called and huffed blowing a tuff of black and green streaked main out of her view before lifting a hoof up to push up her glasses. (There I hope it's okay-covers head with hooves- >.<)