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Welcome to canterlot! I's sure you'll have an awesome time here! oh and *Returns the hoof*

Name: A'ris Gender: Female Age: foal Species: Unicorn Colors: White coat. grey eyes, silvery mane and tail Mane and tail style: Long and flowing Residence: Everfree Village Cutie mark: none Instrument: Harp Fighting style: As a unicorn she tends to prefer the use of magic from a distance and preventing assailants from from touching her. However her creative nature has had an impact on how she uses her magic, Since she learned her love of tailoring she has decided to role with this theme and as a result carries a large amount of magic threads in a saddlebag on her side that she can use as a unique defensive and offensive method. By surrounding herself with many of these threads she keeps aloft using some very precise telekinesis she is able to quickly arrange them into any "pattern necessary. Her typical method of fighting in this way is to shape the threads in an almost cat's cradle style that is tightly wound together and shield her from attacks, however since this defense method requires many threads in order to block effectively against a strong opponent it means she has to concentrate most if not all of them in one direction to defend, use against multiple attackers is a very bad idea as she would need to spread the threads equally between each shield she brings up which greatly decreases their durablilty. due to this weakness she prefers to stay on the offensive and either deal with opponents quickly by immobilzing them and repeatedly bucking them or binding them and making them fight for her although depending on the victims strength she may not be able to hold them for long against stronger opponents or even at all. (all of this can go if Derrpy wishes it so) Occupation: In the village A'ris is a tailor as well as an enchanter. In charge of weaving clothing for the villagers, often for those who desire a sort of magical protection. Personality: A'ris is typically cheery and kind, often weaving and spinning clothes while humming but she has a bit of a mischievous streak where she often sneaks out to explore the woods without permission from the rest of the village. Strangely enough she seems to get scared fairly easily by sudden noises but seems to be able to keep herself composed if she's in front of a timberwolf or something... however chances are she might be trying to hold back some tears afterward. Spirit animal: the Hare Hero to be: Air (I got kinda ... creative with it, please be gentle with creaticism and telling me how bad or stupid it is >_< and of course what changes i should make)

okay then i shall work on the app

hm... i just realized would sky and wind kinda tie into eachother? if so i could choose another element

Could I app as a hero(ine) of wind?

The golden-tan mare paused slightly and shivered as she heard the sound of the Windigoes' whinnying high in the sky. The mare still seemed to be shivering with energy but she appeared to at least calm down a bit. "y-yea... le's get outta here... " she sighed and walked over to rusty."Lead the way, rusty..." she said with noticeable restraint in her voice.

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Mistral Sex: Female Age: Mare Species: Pegasus Eye color: Violet Coat: White Mane/Tail: Black, long and wild looking yet clean and combed often. Physique: Average build at first glance but has most of her strength in her wings and Is shorter than your average mare Residence: Born in Manehattan but travels alot Occupation: Professional con artist of con artists but makes due as a freelance weather pegasus Cutie mark: a purple rose on top of a masque One day on a day off from school Mistral and her friend were told about a pegasus who kept challenging other fillies and colts to beat him in a race. the loser having to give them their lunch bits for the entire week. The course was a long series of loops, the largest loop of the course seemed to go through a very large and thick cloud bank. As soon as he said go she was already rocketing past him but he was doing well at keeping up with her even though he was pretty far behind. As they reached the largest loop of the course with the heavy cloud bank they both were both unable to see each other. Just as she came out of the cloud bank she noticed her opponent was already rapidly approaching the finish line! Pushing herself as far as she could go she couldn't make it in time... she had lost. How could she have lost to this colt? she was the fastest flyer at school and she was beaten by somepony she never even met... but then she realized something. The colt looked like he hadn't even broken a sweat, he wasn't even panting! She knew she was being viewed as a sore loser but something about this seemed really off. One day instead heading home as soon as school let out she went to chat with the colt soon learning his name and a few other things. One day when Mistral had art class she "borrowed" a bit of paint from the classroom for a trick she had planned for the next race. The day of the race soon came and ever since Mistral took Lance on his offer to hang out sometime he had been much more lax around her and she made sure to give him a hug before he went off. Little did lance know she left a noticeable hoof-print of paint on the back of his vest. Lance and his opponent sped as fast as they could through the course and mistral waited on the sidelines waiting for the result, it seemed lance had won again. She asked her fellow pegasi there if they noticed anything different before pointing at "Lance's" vest , which was spotless. She told some of her schoolmates to make sure "Lance" stuck around and flew into the largest loop, leading back the true Lance! Lance had a twin brother. Mistral explained that Windy Lance's brother Gusty hid in the largest loop of the course's thick clouds and emerged a few seconds after his brother's entry. As she heard her classmates applause at her cunning and her exposing of the two frauds, she noticed one colt was staring at her flank. She was going to tease him about it... but then she was stuck staring as she realized she had her mark! History: Mistral was born in Manehattan to pair of humble weather pegasi named Autumn Cloud and Winter Breeze. It didn't take long before the little pegasus began to make use of her wings, often seen zooming around the apartment and bumping into things and hurting herself, strangely enough though she always seemed to be the most active on cold days and in winter. One day the peppy little pegasus rocketed past her mother's head, kicking up a strong wind in her wake that reminded her mother of a strong wind back where she was born and thus the couple settled on the name, Mistral. When the constant crashes were getting to be too overwhelming to the couple they wound up taking the foal to the doctor. After a lot of squirming and crying on Mistral's part, the doctor deduced that the foal had absolutely horrible eyesight, a case of nearsightedness to be honest and the speed at which she flew made her practically blind as already fuzzy images in her head turned to indistinct blobs. The parents were very worried about their daughter if she was unable to see less than two hooves in front of her so they resolved to by the foal who was approaching early fillyhood glasses. As a filly Mistral was a bit mischievous and had a bit of an attitude in her paired with a hint of overt cockiness. Often she would find herself and her friends fleeing from stallions, mares, and classmates who were victim to Mistral's little jokes. At school there were few parts of the day that she genuinely enjoyed, she did enjoy learning about things but usually the stuff in school just bored her to sleep. Gym class was by far her least favorite subject though, since even she had to admit she had the strength and hardiness of a twig and was noticeably shorter than the rest of her class. She had a tendency to get winded easily when galloping and almost anytime she was involved in tug of war and she wasn't allowed to fly she seemed to guarantee a loss for her team. There were two things that she found didn't make her feel like she could pass out from exhaustion, one was flying, the other was her tricks and tendency to outsmart her classmates, neither of which she could be considered a slouch at. In her years of older fillyhood bordering on marehood the pegasus found herself in a rather difficult position as her father and mother had taken new jobs at the rainbow factory in cloudsdale and that required them to move. It wasn't easy on the filly. All the friends she'd known all her life were in Manehattan and now she just had to up and leave them. After many heartfelt goodbyes and promises to write, her and her parents made their move to Cloudsdale, all the way trying to comfort the depressed filly with the thought of new friends. These promises of potential new friends and memories fell on deaf ears as she was stuck staring at the city of Manehattan as it shrunk past the horizon. Once the family arrived in Cloudsdale Mistral was left speechless by the fantastic city. It was positively incredible but still it demanded a lot of change to come from her. The first day of school was interesting as she gained a fair bit of attention due to her way of speaking, her attitude, her love for tricks, and when she felt like it she could show she was one of the best flyers in the school. It was during her time in her school in Cloudsdale that she gained her cutie mark and she took to it with a great deal of enthusiasm, she often went around learning card tricks and techniques to help her with her interpretation of what she was best at: Conning Con artists. As a mare Mistral came to the realization that while she was good at what she did, she wasn't going to get much use out of it in Cloudsdale and even then it wasn't the steadiest source of income. She still was an exceptional flyer and she didn't think she'd do too bad at the Wonderbolt Academy... but then again that seemed to require a bit more discipline than she had. She figured she could make her living as a freelance weather pegasus, it seemed like it ran in the family so she couldn't be half bad at it and while she was a decent weather pony she realized she was still bored easily by the work and had a habit of doing it at the last minute. Character Summary: Mistral is a rather cocksure and arrogant mare at first glance although another thing one would notice about her is she is quite the looker despite being shorter than your typical mare. Her eyelashes are long and she keeps herself very clean. When she's using her talent she is often seen wearing a very spiffy looking suit with a cravat, tie, and a matching bowler hat. When in her weather pegasus or casual guise she typically wears her bowler hat and glasses as well as a pair of goggles around her neck in case she needs to do any fast flying. While she may be a Con artist she has made it a point to never con a pony who doesn't deserve it or are friends of hers who remain never cross her. Her favorite part of her job would have to be the look on the con ponies faces when their plans fell apart. As a weather pegasus Mistral could be described as fast and passable, She can be counted on clearing out the skies in a flash, but she needs instructions for how her clients want the sky as without them she would likely leave the skies bare. Despite (or perhaps because of) her small size Mistral is a more than capable and very fast flyer, having decided to keep her wings in shape specifically in case she needs to bolt and she is one day outsmarted or caught cheating a target. Ever since discovering her talent she has been looking at new ways and ways to be able to con those she deems either too wealthy or if they need to be taken down a few pegs. While her talent may be trickery she is perfectly able to play far in competitions so long as others do the same. Once they step out of line though, in her mind everything is permitted. When not on the clock as a weather pony she can be found playing cards with anypony she can get to play with her and if she fails she'll resort to to solitaire. If she gets bored of playing cards she might be found looking for at clothes fancy dress and clothes magazines because despite her love of her style in the suit she does admit she likes the various gowns and outfits many fashion designers at her hometown of Manehattan would pump out... not that she'd ever admit that, if someone spoke to her while reading the magazine she might suddenly try and eat it so they don't find out. Socially Mistral could be described as a bit snarky and if in a bad mood sardonic. While she may be an excellent trickster she is constantly loyal to any friends or ponies she trusts. Being in the melting pot of ponies that is Manehattan Mistral is not picky about those she befriends, so long as they don't betray her trust and don't pick on or bully anypony she could befriend even a good hearted Diamond dog but as far seeing as she has never met one this is unlikely to happen. When on one of her Cons she is typically a bit of a showmare and a touch flirty depending on how her target acts. Her primary areas of difficulty would be her rather frail body and short fuse, She absolutely hates to be called short or be insulted by anypony who isn't her friend. Once she's mad she has a tendency speak fast and get very close and in the face of the pony who got her this way. Another issue she has is her ego that can be pandered to quite easily to the point she could easily be swindled herself if she gets enough compliments. If that does happen it usually won't take long for her to don a disguise of somesort of try and formulate a plan to get back at them. Currently this pegasus has no plan or long term goal besides scamming the scammers of Equestria Portrait:

Welcome to canterlot im sure you'll have an awesome time!

It took the mare less than a second to close the distance between her and Rusty,"Alrigh' le's go!" she said ecstatically. Pressy was getting a few stares from other pony's as well as some giggles,"Oi! Whatcha gigglin' at?!" she shouted at one giggling stallion nearby with a smirk on her face. "N-nothing at all." the stallion replied in a nervous tone, the mare going closer until her nose was pressed to his,"Ya sure abou' that, mate? Cause I'll bet ya ten bits I could take ya!"

The pink nosed mare sniffled a moment before smiling right back,"Welp... down the hatch!" she said cheerfully before gulping down the vial. After few moments she didn't notice any change, "I don' think it's wor--" she paused as she felt her body fill with energy and she felt her cold symptoms dissapear. With a massive grin she leapt into the air,"Yahoo! This stuff's amazin'! c'mon Rusty! let's get that stuff and head home!" said the mare with growing enthusiasm.

"Awesome! It's my firs' time 'ere too! and well sorta... if by busy ya mean travelin' alot..." The mare gave a chuckle before glancing back at the painting she was originally galloping towards. It didn't look like the painting or the one responsible were going anywhere anytime soon, so she could spend some time to talk with the Cellist a bit. "So... wanna go wander around and see the sights 'round here?" she asked with a playful smile.

The mare glanced out the window and tilted her head,"so uh.. wot exactly did I miss?"

The mare's blush The mare blush faded rather easily upon noticing the princess smile. Upon hearing her and the prince's explanation blinked a few times as she realized what she had gotten into her blush returning a moment after the last statement from Blueblood, "Ooooh... Well that sounds pretty fun too I s'pose! I really shoulda read the banner more closely though..." she laughed a bit at herself before peaking out to get a look at the mare who was giving out the kisses and waved despite not knowing her personally. "She seems pretty nice at firs' glance and well I am--" the mare was cut off by a grumble from her stomach... "Am pretty 'ungry..."she said with slightly embarrassed and cheesy grin upon her face. The mare cleared her throat a moment in order to appear at least somewhat dignified despite her earlier behavior,"Well I've yet ta have any get entered there... after all I just started out but I can assure ya I'm gonna be the greatest painter Equestria has ever seen!" With that statement the mare puffed out her chest proudly before reigning her ego in a bit, "But yea... I still got a ways ta go before I can get that title and I got so much travelin' ta do and even then I kinda wanna learn more ways to apply my um... what a good term fer what I'm thinkin' of... "casting method" maybe?" she held her hoof to her chin as she got herself caught up her thoughts. Having heard the sun princess the unicorn gave a chuckle as she thought the princess merely jested and therefore left her defenses down when the princess leaned in blew into her ear. The Golden-tan mare shivered second but then seemed to freeze up as she tried to process what just happened. Soon the mare's face went beet red once more and her eyes were wide with surprise,looking like she could explode... instead she just got dizzy and fell over. After a few seconds Presteza got herself to her hooves and shook her head as if to dislodge some cobwebs or something. What was she doing? she was acting like a starstruck foal in front of the princess, that's what! If she was gonna be Equestria's greatest artist she couldn't be wigging out every time some famous pony appeared in front of her! With a chuckle at her own behavior she dusted herself off. "That was... surprisin' yer highness... I wish ya'd given me a bit o' warnin' though! ... So fer that, you gotta let me paint ya one day when I make my dream come true!" she said pointing her hoof at the princess and then feeling like she could kick herself for realizing she might've been acting a bit disrespectful.

welcome to canterlot! I'm sure you'll have aa lot of fun here!

The mare grinned and nodded,"It was nice meetin' ya miss Zalmixa!" she said before she took the bottle that held the cure for her cold,"anythin' I gotta know about this before I drink it?" she asked looking at it curiously.

Roleplay Type: World Of Equestria Name: Silverheart Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Unicorn Eye Colour: Bright green Coat: Bright Grey Mane/Tail: White and slightly curly with silver streaks. Both mane and tail about medium length Physique: Slender and on the short side. Can easily be mistaken for a mare. Residence: Born in Trottingham but after joining the Royal guard he is wherever they need him to be. Occupation: Royal guard Cutie mark: A shield with a gavel on top Ever since foalhood he seemed to have a strong desire to keep things orderly. At year one he began to stack and line up number and alphabet blocks and would make an incredible fuss anytime they got knocked over. Even as a colt he could never keep calm unless something was clean or neatly arranged in his classroom to the point he would interrupt his teacher to tell her she left the chalk on her desk and not on the chalkboard tray. His commitment to keeping things orderly was truly put to it's test when two new students arrived and would constantly make a mess of things in the classroom as well as make a lot of ponies feel bad. This was getting truly annoying for Silverheat because while he may have grated on other classmates he befriended with his quirk for order, one of the things he believed was supposed to be part of order was happiness. One day on a school sponsored scavenger hunt he was assigned to work with these two delinquents to find the designated objects on the list. They had shown up unkempt and were constantly playing pranks on other participants and eventually on him. The first "prank" was him getting splashed with water, the next was leading him into a deep pit of mud. As he sat their looking at how messy he'd become he realized he just couldn't deal with them anymore. He pulled himself out of the mud and went off on the two, giving them a longwinded and anger ridden speech that left them... speechless and wide eyed, then ... they were sorry. They had said they didn't know their pranks and horseplay was making other ponies miserable. Silverheart felt sorry for them and decided he would teach them how to better conduct themselves around other ponies... or at least understand when that sort of thing was acceptable. As they walked and talked all the way back to the teacher the two pointed out that Silverheart had his cutiemark. Character History: Silverheart was born to a mare named Mythic shine and a stallion named Astral Dusk, a pair of rich nobleponies in Trottingham, both of them being rich nobleponies from a long line of talented magic using unicorns. Silverheart was named for his silvery grey coat and his rather tendency to whine whenever he saw somepony or some creature sad. When he went to school he was often confused for a filly to the point even teachers would make that mistake. Silverheart would often have difficulty making friends in school because of his fervent belief in keeping things orderly and that all things should be a certain way. After getting his cutie mark on his school Scavenger hunt and deducing it's meaning he spent a fair amount of time trying to figure a profession that would be the best suited for his talent. One day after seeing a guard in trottingham helping out the citizens and seeing how happy ponies were to receive his help he figured that was the job he should do. Due to his lineage and seemingly having a knack for learning spells quickly he was eventually chosen to attend the School for gifted unicorns in Canterlot. There he excelled at several subjects, with his most problematic subjects were healing magic and illusion spells. Despite his magical aptitude it never really made him happy as he didn't think magical skill alone was fitting for a guard, so when he had free time or was certain he didn't need to study he would often work out and try and make himself more fitting of how he thinks a guard should be. During their time together Silverheart was rather distant to his sister while still remaining close and keeping a watchful eye on her. Any problems they had were typically dealt with by her brother's potent magic even when Presteza was usually the one who dragged them into trouble. SIlverheart never really took the time to watch his sister paint, in his mind this was just a tedious chore he had to deal with and the sooner he got it over with the sooner he could apply to the guard. One night on a trip to the peaks of the northern mountains that bordered where the (now not so)mythical crystal kingdom he had one of the more sobering nights of his life. The biting cold of a blizzard had left both the sibling's tensions high which culminated in a fight. It didn't take him a less than a second to realize his mistake but he wasn't fast enough to apologize before sister shouted that if he felt that way he should just go home and leave her alone before she galloped into the storm all alone. Silverheart bolted after her but the snow covered her hoof-prints faster than he could track her down. The stallion could just kick himself, he really messed up, he had insulted his sister in a way he knew would get under her skin and he still had said it like it was an undeniable fact to a filly who had thought she found something that could make other ponies happy. After several hours that seemed like an eternity the stallion was just about ready to give up hope and have to wait until the storm ended but he needed shelter first. Lucky for him he found a cave that could keep him safe until the storm ended; he could only hope his sister had done the same. Once he came in from the cold he saw what could be the most relieving sight in his life. He saw his little sister crying and shivering. The stallion manage to calm his sister down a bit and explain that it was him and he was looking for her all night. He was about to apologize again when he was cut off by his little sister throwing herself against him and sobbing, saying how happy she was to see him. The night in the mountains had given silverheart a kind of revelation. While she spent most of his life believing that things had to be a certain way and any deviation from convention could be disatrous he realized that... sometimes an unsuspected change could be quite a good experience The day had finally come, his sister had grown up and now was strong enough to take care of herself... although he worried about her naivety. She was still pretty new to things outside of the Trottingham nobility. The siblings had decided to part ways at Dodge Junction's train station. The two have each other a farewell hug and Silverheart got on the train. As he took his seat he felt sad he didn't have anything he could give her to remember him by. As his eyes drifted to his favorite blue scarf he remember the night in the mountains and realized, it looked pretty good on her and quickly wrote down a note. Galloping to the caboose as the train's whistle blew he levitated the scarf over to his still waving sister's neck and wrapped it around her. He could tell she wanted to give it back but the train was already leaving and he felt his note explained enough. Upon getting back home he made his way to the closest barracks and applied. soon enough he was excepted although his looks once again came back to haunt him as he was mistaken for a mare multiple times during the application process. During the training process Silverheart performed admirably although his weak build caused quite a few problems, but his use of magic seemed to more than make up for it. After joining the guard he learned it was not nearly as exciting as he thought, so he tended to jump at the chance to help anypony who needed it. Since first joining he has come to accept that the job of a guard is to protect Equestria and help it's citizens and is considerably more laid back when it comes to his job. Every month he sends a letter back to his family in Trottingham, often asking how his sister is doing on the road... and worrying himself to death if the letter arrives later than usual. Character Summary: While Silverheart may appear rather annoying due to his insistence on cleanliness, he is actually very sweet and quite kind. due to his sheltered lifestyle he is still very naive about the lifestyle of common ponies to the point he could be considered thick headed, which isn't too far off. Silverheart is very prone to spacing out and daydreaming especially when bored. While he is a very magically inclined unicorn he was taught as a colt many times that those who have great gifts should not be prone to brag about them so he rarely mentions his magical aptitude or his time at the school for gifted unicorns to anypony and lets his skill speak for itself when the need arises;such as when somepony needs help or rescuing. While he does have a bit of pride due to his noble lineage, he does not subscribe to the thought that the upperclass is fundamentally better than the normal ponies that allow them to even maintain their normally lavish lifestyle. He understands that the commonponies are just as important to Equestria as the princesses are and is determined to treat them kindly but not tolerate those who misbehave. On his time off duty Silverheart often find himself either reading, knitting or sewing, the books series he often reads often include a lot of adventure stories such as a Daring do. When off duty he is often seen wearing a bright blue scarf that he made himself. Often his interactions with other ponies can be quite pleasant as long as they don't appear dirty or unkempt. His obsession with order often shows itself at it's worst when he sees a messy room or when a letter arrives late or if he misses an appointment to the point he will become borderline depressed and viewing himself as a failure, luckily he can be easily snapped out of it and will work very hard to fix any situation within his abilities. What does not help other ponies confusion between Silverheart's gender would be his very androgynous but leaning toward feminine sounding voice. Since he kept finding his mane would grow back very fast after cutting it he eventually relented and just let it grow out. While he still is occasionally bored by the lack of action in the guard he still believes Equestria needs to remain vigilant, especially with the attack on Canterlot during the royal wedding. His dream as of lately is to raise through the ranks of the R.E.A. and command his own mares and stallion's one day and bring as much order to the world as he can. When on duty he has to wear a smaller than average set of of armor that was designed for mares and often prefers to wear his scarf instead of his standard issue helmet. His time In the REA has earned him a small reputation among others members as being overly tidy and somewhat stoic, but genuinely kind and loyal to his friends. Portait:

Pressy smiled and gestured her hoof towards herself,"And I'm Presteza! my parent's named me for an old equestrian word fer quickness." she said with pride.

As Rusty neared the Train station one particular locomotive was carrying a familiar passenger. A golden-tan mare with a silvery white mane smiled as the train pulled in, eager to see a certain friend she hadn't seen in a while. As soon as the train's door opened the peppy mare leapt out on to the platform. "'Ellooooooooooooooo, Dodge Junction!" Presteza said loudly as she landed,"Alrigh' now ta find Rusty." The sound of many ponies chatting up with friends, reunited with eachother after trips and long times away from home filled the station. With a smile on her face, Presteza trotted casually out of the station and on the road only to be stopped by the sight of a certain friend. Busting into a gallop she sped towards the elder stallion down the road,"Rusty! How've ya been?" she almost shouted as she skidded to a stop before the Rust colored earth pony

Pressy smiled brightly upon hearing Rusty's praise,"Thanks, Ru-- er Uncle..." she coughs a moment before she hugged the stallion from the side," and.... yer an awesome... well y'know." she said with a chuckle, remembering that they were still technically undercover. The golden-tan mare stared at the bright white vial,letting Rusty talk to the zebracorn. As she was shone the cure she lit up even more,"Woohoo! Thanks so much Miss... uh I don' think we got yer name." she said with a slightly embarrassed smile. Upon seeing her jaw drop at the sight of her work, the mare puffed out her chest in pride,"Thanks again! I think I should let you keep it... I mean it'd look great on the wall don'tcha think?" she said happily.

Welcome to canterlot! I'm sure you'll have an awesome time here!