ShadowMage

A quiet clacking echoed from the emptied storefronts and through the quiet streets as a steel-grey colt trotted over the cobblestone streets. The rusted and pitted gear, hanging from the a length of twine, swayed from side-to-side as he made his way down the street the deserted boulevard. A half-frozen gust of wind rushed down the street, tousling the young colt's short leather-brown mane and tail. A sudden shudder ran through Gearly's form, either from the bitter cold of night or from being by his lonesome so soon after the assault on Canterlot.

His brisk trot paused, looking up toward the bright moon, Gearly quietly cursed his foolish decision to leave his vest behind. "Ho-horse feathers! I-it got-t cold f-fast...", he mumbled to no pony in particular. He quickly regretted uttering any noise at all, fearful a stray changling would be attracted by the sound, the scent of his breath, or whatever other senses the abominations used to hunt their prey. Quickly, Gearly started to a canter, only slightly faster than before, having spooked himself into getting inside as quickly as possible.

Welcome to the herd. We are legion!

What is your Steam name?

shadow-mage_alpha

What game do you play the most via Steam?

Varies, currently working on completing some single-player games,

What is your favorite game?

Too many to choose! DON'T MAKE ME PICK!

Do you have a group?

No, I am a member of several

Do you play on Mac or Windows?

PC

Salutations and Greetings! I'm quite a fan of video games myself. If you play on PC, we should hook up and game together sometime.

Welcome Squire! I think you'd be hard-pressed to find a more welcoming and friendly place on the internet.

Welcome! It's great to have another member join us on this humble little site! Hope to see you around!

As Gearly sat, pondering the mysterious Captain Dusk Sky, something deep within the whirring cogs and gears of his mind clicked; something about the odd pegasus was reminiscent of his mother. Such would definitely explain why the stranger seemed so unfamiliar, and yet tickled at the memories lost in the far-flung reaches of his mind. Still, Gearly was unsure if his hunch was right, and did not wish to risk embarrassment. Cautiously, Gearly slipped to the table which had seated the the hard-working mares, glancing carefully to the captain.

"By any chance, Miss Sky, and please pardon my curiosity, but do you happen to travel abroad? There seems to be an air of familiarity to you, but... I haven't spent much time beyond the farm my family owns..." Gearly continued for a moment or two, dropping the name of his family casually when naming the farm. Hopefully, if the pony was who he thought she might be, there was a chance she would pick up on the hint, or person she'd already figured it out. Gearly hadn't any way of knowing.

Still pondering the mechanics of improving the delivery of orders, food, and beverages, Gearly sat down, lightly huffing quietly as he attempted to catch his breath. He was no stranger to work, though the work he was accustomed to had often been slow and plodding; there was always so much to do on the farm, but the farm had been relatively large and it took more than a few hours to plow the field. This system of work, though, was alien to Gearly; rushing to and fro as quickly as possible, carrying nothing more than bits of information. All the effort seemed to be a waste of potential, but no grand and elegant contraptions that would alleviate the problem sprang to mind.

Resting at one of the now deserted tables, lost in one of his nearly constant day dreams, Gearly was roused from his near-sleeping state by, and reminded of the presence of, the golden-yellow mare who had so eagerly chipped in to help. Something about the stranger seemed to tickle the back of his brain, though he couldn't put his hoof on it. Perhaps she was someone who he saw in town on one of his many trips, though that didn't seem like the right answer. Losing focus once again, Gearly scrutinized the pegasus carefully, looking for any sort of clue as to where he knew her from.

Gearly continued to scurry about, taking orders to and fro, helping as best he could as his mind wandered from the dull and menial task. He began to wonder if there were a better way to accomplish the task he'd be caring to for what seemed quite some time. As he contemplated the process of transporting the material of the order versus the information contained upon, he continued to work. After what seemed mere moments, the lunch crowd had gone and passed, leaving a significantly lighter workload for the, albeit temporary, relatively large work force now running the restaurant.

Wait...a wild me has appeared? I am now very confused.

Pinkie Pie doesn't simply walk into Mordor. She skips.

Pinkie Pie didn't need 12 parsecs to make the Kessel run. She doesn't even know what a Kessel is!

Ponderous Pinkie Pie Possibility #1: Pinkie Pie can have the HD version of that day's episode for everyone to see in glorious 1080p(ony).... 5 minutes after the credits roll.

While talking to Armony, I had an idea. It runs parallel to the "Chuck Norris" meme. But instead Pinkie Pie.

I propose we list all the things Pinkie Pie CAN do that defy reason, logic, and the petty rules of reality and laws of physics.

Bonus points if you come up with your own fantastically fun and fabulous f-alliteration.

Gearly's head dipped once in a polite nod, smiling as he helped his friend Stormsong. "It's not a problem at all Stormsong... Back on the farm, if not everyone helped, nothing got done." Gearly glanced to the table, making a note of the table's position before dashing back towards the kitchen to facilitate the cooks' and waiters' jobs. He clearly knew that the way in which he was helping was not of the utmost importance, but the job took time, and with the staff on hoof, there simply wasn't enough time to go around; so Gear donated his own time, merely glad to help.

I definitely imagine it would have been on Gearly's mother's side. His father's family has been farmers for generations. Possibly Gearly's mother and Dusk's father were brother and sister? It wouldn't seem too unlikely the consider a blacksmith part of such a technological interest.

Seems like it would be VERY interesting. The family is mostly plain and simple farmers, but there is the black-sheep Gearly who is my technologically minded. Perhaps there's something in the family line that just pulls certain ponies to such advanced technological marvels? I'd love to have you a member of the family!

Could you maybe tell me more about Dusk Sky, or give me a link to her application if she has one? A cousin would be pretty easy to do. I know Armony wanted to do a cousin of my family as well.

My main idea was every member of the family would have some job on the farm. Yoked is the work horse of the family and Gearly is/was the mechanic. Just about anything other concept would be fine with me.

Any comments? Anyone interested in helping my expand my OC's family?

It's final now. (Hopefully) There's a bit more to his family interactions, but I feel that's not really necessary here.

I think I got a good start on his story, maybe 1 or 2 more paragraphs to put out where is and what he's doing. I dunno.

Gearly blinked once, realizing he was about to be left by his lonesome self by the two other ponies. Before conferring with the rest of his mind, a small part of him came to a quick decision. He took a step towards Steel and the other pony, stammering out nervously, "I'm c-coming with you!" His eyes widened somewhat as he realized what he'd just said; he wasn't sure why he'd blurted it out a statement rather than a humble request, but it was too late to change his wording now. More importantly, if there was something wrong though, he couldn't, wouldn't, just stand about idly; he'd do whatever he could to help.

Roleplay Type:World of Equestria RP

Name: Yoked (Pronounced: YO-k'd or, rarely, Yo-KED)

Sex: Male

Age: Stallion (Rough Equivalent - Mid-20's)

Species: Earth Pony

Eye Color: Sea Foam (#006FC7)

Coat Color: Tanned Leather (#A4644C)

Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Faded Rust (#B6695D) and Faded Leather (#9A715E): Worn in sloppily combed from bedhead.

Physique: Tall and lean with ample muscle built from more than half his life of physical labor.

Cutie Mark: Mud Brown (#814900) Horse Yoke with Golden (#f7d610) tie studs

Origin/Residence: A small farm in the low rolling hills of Solstice Heights

Occupation: Work Horse on his family's farm

Motivation: Yoked strives to work hard on the farm to help support the family.

Likes: Working up a good sweat, Good ol' fashioned dirty fun, Occasionally slacking off, Skipping rocks in the Rissette River, Rough housing, Swimming, Boulder bucking, Trotting, Hoofball

Dislikes: Extravagance, Pushy Ponies, lazy, workless days, sleeping in.

Character Summary: Yoked was the first foal born to a young couple, owners of a small wheat farm in the green, south-western hills of Solstice Heights. Even while he was young, it was apparent he had inherited his father's sturdy build and devotion to work as well as his mother's beautiful eyes and her relaxed attitude. As the family was soon blessed with several new foals, the responsibility of watching over his young siblings was placed upon Yoked's shoulders. With silent determination, he watched over his younger brothers and sisters, sacrificing the fun-filled youth of a normal young colt to protect his family and make his parents proud.

As Yoked grew into a young colt, it became expected of him to help with the duties of the farm. Over the following years of physical labor, he grew into a well-built and muscled pony, determined as ever to make support and protect his family. One day, while helping his father haul a particularly heavy load of goods into a nearby town, his father slipped upon a patch of gravel on the road. The stallion covered his head, waited for the terrible crash to ring out over the hills, expecting the cart to have pulled his eldest son and a days worth of work into a jumbled heap. Instead, no sound; and when he looked up, Yoked, not yet even a stallion, held fast the cart his father had struggled so to haul up hill every time. It was then, with a flash of light, a cutie mark sprang onto Yoked's flank. A work brace sat upon his flank, signify his mighty physical strength and boundless wells of determination.

As the family continued to grow, many responsibilities on the farm were picked up by younger brothers and sisters who could now look after themselves. Now a young stallion, Yoked found himself with more free time than he'd ever had before. With no great desire to make a name for himself, Yoked went out from his farm when he wasn't needed and did two things he'd never had time for before: make friends and have fun. Some ponies might have said that, in the company of his friends, Yoked acted immature for a stallion of his age, but they likely wouldn't have known all the fun he'd missed in his younger years. When called upon to work though, Yoked remained as sturdy and determined as ever to complete every one of his jobs.

Apparently in the past week or two, I was removed the RP Group so I can no longer post in the RP forums. Clearly this is detrimental to the continuation of much funnage. Please being to help me.