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[colour=#660066]Roleplay[/colour][colour=#000000] [/colour][colour=#660066]Type[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour][colour=#666600] Crossovers and Free for all[/colour] [colour=#660066]Name[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour][colour=#666600]Richard Graycolt[/colour] [colour=#660066]Sex[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour][colour=#666600]Stallion[/colour] [colour=#660066]Age[/colour][colour=#666600]:[[/colour][colour=#666600]Colt[/colour] [colour=#660066]Species[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour][colour=#666600]Earth Pony[/colour] [colour=#660066]Eye[/colour][colour=#000000] colour[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour][colour=#666600]blue[/colour] [colour=#660066]Coat[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour][colour=#666600]red[/colour] [colour=#660066]Mane[/colour][colour=#666600]/[/colour][colour=#660066]Tail[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour][colour=#666600]blue[/colour] [colour=#660066]Physique[/colour][colour=#666600]:skinny yet muscular[/colour] [colour=#660066]Residence[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour][colour=#666600]Manehattan[/colour] [colour=#660066]Occupation[/colour]:[colour=#666600] College student and a vigilante crime fighter[/colour] [colour=#660066]Cutie[/colour][colour=#000000] [/colour][colour=#660066]Mark[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour][colour=#666600]police baton[/colour] [colour=#660066]History[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour][colour=#666600] As a child, Richard was a circus acrobat, the ringmaster was like a father to him, however one faithful night the ringmaster was shot by an unidentified assassin. Richard swore his revenge on crime and became NightWing.[/colour] [colour=#660066]Character[/colour][colour=#000000] [/colour][colour=#660066]Summary[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour][colour=#666600] Nightwing is a vigilante pony who as a human would look something like this [/colour] [colour=#666600]He wears a special armor that is laser proof, effective against Unicorn criminals, He wields 2 police batons and runs around beating up evil ponies. He lives with a millionaire who also ironically had loved ones killed and became a vigilante[/colour] Also he's a highschool student.
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Roleplay Type : World Of Equestria/Mane RP Name : Dice Aleatorem Gender : Male Age : Young Stallion Specie : Earth Pony Eye colour : Sky Blue Coat : Beige Mane&Tail : Dice's mane is coloured blue and degrades to orange on the outlines. Under his cap his mane is cropped on the center of his forehead,going down his forehead. Physique : Dice is actually quite short,about the size of a teenage Colt. Residence :Canterlot Occupation : Part time Librarian Cutie Mark : Two dice Story:Dice was always bragging about his luck,when a young colt many would be jealous or envious of whatever good luck charm Dice could have.One day,as he was on his way to school,a neighborhood bully stole his Die necklace(See image),thinking it was the reason why Dice was so lucky.Afraid the bully and his friends might make his life a misery if he told his parents about what happened,Dice went and faced off against the bully himself.As Dice's demands to get his necklace back were refused,he decided to go all or nothing in order to get it back ; he challenged the bully to a game of dice,the winner keeps the necklace and the loser becomes the winner's slave.After tie-ing 3 throws,Dice won,getting back his beloved charm.Being a good pony in nature,Dice never asked anything out of the bully, and completely "forgot" about the deal they made. History : Dice was born in Trottingham while his parents were on vacation there.His pegasus parents decided to stay in Trottingham rather than go back to live in Cloudsdale due to their son being born an earth pony. As he was growing up,Dice was not very close to his family due to most of them living in Cloudsdale, instead,he was more inclined to play with other colts and fillies.One thing that was special about dice was how lucky he was,often winning drawings or when flipping a coin.Also,since he was nice to his teachers and diligent as he was studying,others were often jealous of him,which made him have less and less friends as he grew up.When he came into age of leaving home,Dice traveled to Canterlot. Upon arriving in the new city,one of his relatives helped him get a job at one of library nearing the magic school,where several of its students came whenever one needed a little more information on a certain subject.Dice,having read a great deal of the books of the library was often asked where to find certain books or helping with some magic training.Dice became quite fond of helping young colts and fillies,a long therm goal of his is to become a teacher. Character Summary : Dice is a very excitable young stallion,he tends to get thrilled at any little thing happening to him or his friends. Dice is also a huge fan of math and logic problems,tons of colts and fillies asks to help them with their homeworks.One big problem with Dice is his short stature,one could easily mistake him younger than he really is.When ponies makes remarks about his size Dice is very likely to become rude and sarcastic,making the conversation as sour as his mood.Even tough Dice is a very honest and hardworking fellow,his favorite past time is gambling and playing card games,if one were to challenge him at game of heads-or-tail,he would have a hard time refusing. Image
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From the album: Pixels
...Maybe you can't really tell, but that's a paintbrush she's holding. :I -- Ghostie© Ghost Girl
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Roleplay Type: Mane RP Name: Long Drive Sex: Male Age: Colt, nearing adolescence. Species: Earth Pony Eye colour: [colour=#66FF00]Bright green[/colour] Coat: [colour=#BCCBDF]Wondrous blue[/colour] Mane/Tail Pure white. His mane is short and rather spiky, and parts to the left side (to his view). His tail bear similar traits to his mane, though it is much longer. Physique: He's shorter than your average pony. He has no evident body build. Residence: Hoofington, moved to Manehattan Occupation: Student Cutie Mark: "Golf used to be a rich pony's game." His cutie mark is a golf driver's hostel and face, with a golf ball. Long Drive actually didn't like golfing at first, to be honest, thinking it was too tiring and was a "working pony's game". His father's occupation was a public golf club maintainer, and mostly he'll just sit outside, watching other ponies swing their iron clubs away. It wasn't until then that, he felt like in the golf course, he wasn't part of something. For such a long time he has been observing other ponies swinging thousands of times, yet he hadn't tried it once. By his parents urging, he bought some golf clubs and a bag and tried it out for himself. It kept him out of boredom, and as his mother said, "Only boring ponies say everything's boring." It wasn't until that faithful day, when his life would change as he knew it. He was on Course 12, a 5 shot to par course. He somehow felt like he was not simply swinging the driver himself, but instead, he felt like the driver was part of him. Unexpectedly, he swung the golf ball off the tee, the golf ball's trajectory going awfully far. Using approximate length of the course, they said that Long Drive himself has hit a brilliant length of 370 or so yards right off. And to prove that, he even got his cutie mark in the time being. Even though his length wasn't even close to the top 10 professional swings of that time, it was a good start for him. Knowing that his cutie mark proved where he had to go next, he continued playing the hobby of golf ever since. History: Long Drive and his once originally lived in the bustling city of Hoofington, in a decent apartment. Long Drive like to call the road where he used to live in the "Crowded Road", since every day you could find no less than a hundred ponies at that street. His father owned a golf course, and he took fair education at Hoofington. Long Drive and his parents profited, though they never were too rich. His city life was coming to an end, however. As there were more prosperous ponies, more private golf course were made from the rich. Long Drive and his family found it difficult to profit from such anymore, and they were hoping to "temporarily" move to Manehattan to continue their living. Character Summary: Long Driver's talent, as the name relates to, is playing golf. Despite have little physical body build, thanks to his quick force he is able to make fairly far shots. Although his talent is golf, he is not 100% great with the sport. He attempts to work on it so his skill is near perfection. With his new hobby of golf, he continues to play the sport in his leisure, hoping to be a professional player one day. He also has high hopes of "getting an albatross", or three shots below par, once in his life. An albatross in golf to be recorded in history was rare enough, and he hoped he would be part of that. He does enjoy doing something different every day, though. Long Drive likes to read science fiction and mystery genre books to pass the time if a golf course isn't available. He also likes to type up his own stories with his trusty typewriter- he has a less glamourous hoofwriting. Long Drive is creative and doesn't mind change as long as it is fine with him. He tries to correct other ponies' errors if he sees one, and has great effort on what he does. In fact, in his own philosophy, nopony could understand others unless they consider things from his or her point of view. He has poor initiative and leadership, however. He never liked to be a leader; the whole thing to him was too much work and was better off for somepony else. He has a headstrong and stubborn personality nopony could change. Long Drive always believes what that his actions is right and keep it final. Because of this, it is also difficult to change his mind on what he does. He also purposely encourages other ponies to challenge him, most likely because he likes the pleasure defeating another opponent, even though the other has no obvious chance of winning. He also has a fear of heights, or acrophobia for short, making him stay away from places of high heights. Picture of Long Drive:
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From the album: Jaded's Oh See Corner
First off, chalk pastels + black construction paper = pure gold. I just love how this came out. Number two... Chances are I won't be adding her into my official stash of playable characters - Why? As lovely as her design is, she was primarily made as a character within Pierrot's backstory. Since Columbina in particular happens to be his former colthood sweetheart, one would assume that it would make sense for them to, at some point, bump into each other in the near distant future to reconcile of something... ... which frankly enough, while that would be interesting/potentially make for some interesting conflict, I'd rather not be roleplaying with myself. That is, unless someone else played her for me. Anyhow, no. I totally didn't hide her cutie mark with her mane because I haven't figured it out yet. No siree bob...© The-Jaded-Bug
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Roleplay Type: World Of Equestria (Mane RP) Name: Honey Crisp Sex: Female Age: Filly Species: Earth Pony Eye colour: Bright green. Coat: a pale yellow. Mane/Tail: a rich dark brown, usually just brushed and kept loose. Physique: Athletic, muscular, tall and thin. Residence: Appleoosa Occupation: Student/farmer Cutie Mark: She hasn't got one yet! History: Honey Crisp was born on a charming, rustic family farm outside of Canterlot. This farm moved its HQ to charming Appleoosa when Honey's parents were bored of the big city. Honey Crisp spent her foal-time cooking and is currently spending her fillyhood apple-b#cking daily. There are lots of chores to do around the farm, and she goes to school. Honey Crisp is very smart, so school is pretty much a breeze for her. As much as Honey Crisp loves the farm, she doesn't want to live there forever. The young filly adores her big sister Apple Cinnamon (Lux) and misses her dearly while AC travels. Honey Crisp wants to travel and play music with her big sister badly. Honey Crisp has a host of hobbies. She loves singing, and is very good at playing guitar. She loves to play music with her big sister because of the fun, quality time it provides. She also likes to knit, play with makeup, and dance. She badly wants to discover her special talent, but is too well rounded to seek it out specifically. She'd rather let things play out on their own. Character Summary: Honey Crisp cares only for the present and doesn't like thinking about the future too much. She sees planning as pretty unnecessary and loves to go with the flow. A lucky filly, things always seem to work out on their own for her. Honey Crisp is bursting with energy and loves to run, jump, bounce and talk ponies' ears off. Honey Crisp has strong family morals and loves the many members of the apple family with her whole heart. She LIVES for Apple Family Reunions and enjoys any activities with her cousins immensely. She loves to play with everyone and goof off. Honey Crisp craves attention from her family and often doesn't get it, which can be very disheartening. Because of her talents, she'd like to be recognized. Apple Cinnamon gives Honey Crisp a lot of credit, but her family doesn't pay much attention to her. Honey Crisp is often lonely because of this. Honey Crisp adores her parents as well, and gives them all her love. She has a real close friendship with both parents and relies on them constantly. Sometimes Honey Crisp can be clumsy, too energetic, or a real attention hog. She can really overwhelm people with her energy, and although she always has good intentions she can make things awfully frustrating for others. She has a lot of problems with regular conventions, like knowing when it's her turn to speak. Many misinterpret her behavior is rude if they don't know her well, and may avoid her. Honey Crisp has a lot of common sense and is smart as a whip. She can use numbers well and knows a lot about different professions. While she has very little time to read books, she definitely enjoys them on occassion. She's sweet, kind, and adorable. This OC is intended to be the little sister of Lux's character, Apple Cinnamon. I have permission from Lux and we would like to RP together.
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From the album: Briar
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Art by me. Roleplay Type: Crossover RP Name: Stencil Sketch Sex: Mare Age: Young Adult Species: Earth Pony Eye Colour: A dark, rusty orange kind of colour. Coat: Short stocky green coat. Mane/Tail: Stencil's mane is a bushy mess of short curly green tri-coloured hair that seems to permanently cover her eyes. She never stays with one style, some days it's a mess of dreadlocks or a wavy curtain of an afro or just a plain mess. Her hair has probably never seen a brush. Or a barber. Unlike her mane, Stencil's tail seems to be the only thing that seems to stay decent on the otherwise messy, careless mare. A short tri-coloured tail that curls up on the end. She's always seen with a white headset, the ear-part round and blocky. The band on the headset is positioned over her eyes, holding her messy hair pressed against her eyelids for maximum tripping experience. She also sports thick square piercing on each ear. Physique: Slightly taller then the average mare, Stencil is a bit on the chubby side with a rounder, wider muzzle. Stencil also has quite a few albeit almost unnoticeable freckles around her face, the colour of her coat and the curtain of hair covers it up. Often mistaken for a colt by her appearance and due to baby colic.Residence: Manehattan Occupation: Uni Student and Freelance Artist Cutie Mark: An orange spray-can over a blotch of paint. In her little town of New Hayseed, (Which was far from little), lived a trouble making filly by the name of Stencil Sketch. Late out one night, way past her curfew, little Stencil Sketch wandered through the dark, empty streets. She took a wrong turn at one point and found herself tumbling down a small hill, under a dirty, swampy bridge. It was then, when she sat up on her injured rump, was when she saw a peculiar strange object and the mysterious pony holding it. Behind this mysterious pony whose face could not be seen, were cans upon cans of empty spray paint. The wall was a vibrant splash of colour and big bold lines of black. The most beautiful mural of art ever known to a small little foal like Stencil Sketch. Upon seeing Stencil, the mysterious pony vanished, leaving behind various cans of spray paint. Taking the can in hoof, she stepped over to an empty wall, pushing the spray button down. The paint sprayed onto the wall, leaving a line of orange. Her eyes lit up, and she sprayed some more, slipping her headphones on. She painted to the beat of the music, tapping her hoof on the concrete or banging her head a little bit. It was getting to be morning, so she packed up what little paint she had left, and went home. The next day, she went back to her piece of art, and stopped dead in her tracks. In front of her wall, there were brand new cans of paint. She thought it may be that mysterious pony, but she'd never know. Day after day, she used all her cans and went back to her house, and day after day, there were new cans sitting in front of her piece. When she found she had finished her art, she looked upon it with approving eyes, smiling a smile as wide as she could manage. In a flash of light, there was her own art, imprinted on her flank. She had drawn her cutie mark! She ran all the way home to show everypony, with smiles as wide as she could make. Shortly afterwards, she'd found her love for drawing on other ponies homes, however, and decided it would be a good idea to vandalize the neighbor's house with her paint. See how he likes that after not giving her baseball back. History: Born and raised in a small town called New Hayseed. Where she lived for all her childhood and teenaged years before moving to grand ol' Manehattan. Her life back home was no different to any other little foal. An adventurous kid, always getting into trouble and usually the leader of gangs of little brats. Running on rooftops, spitting plum seeds at other ponies and just plain tempting fate. She was a hoof-full but an okay kid, with a huge imagination and cocky attitude, never letting the little things faze her. Even with her short coltish appearance, she never let anyone mess with her. Loud mouthed, brash and the first to throw herself in the middle of a brawl (and usually the one to start it). She was a tough little filly. As she grew up, things between her parents grew strained and after a few years, they separated. Their separation didn't affect her as bad as it does some but she grew to resent her father. It only got worse with the less contact he made with them over the years, especially after her little brother, Curly Twirl, was born. When she was a small filly, her father would always put her to bed with the radio playing, she could never go to sleep if there wasn't any kind of music going on. From that, her obsession with music began to grow and she got into listening to different types of genres the older she got. She would listen to thousands of different songs, from rap to classic, to techno and even indie. Her obsession grew to the point where she would always be seen with a pair of headphones. Hanging around street performers, sneak into bars where bands performed. Music was her oxygen. Every inch of her room would have posters of famous and underground artists, b-boys and . Hundreds of CDs all stacked together and even old vinyls sticking from every imaginable place possible, it was a mess and it drove her mother crazy.After graduating from High School, Stencil started taking art commissions to save up for Uni. With the help of her mother and a few of her friends, she was able to enroll to the University of Manehatten, where she is currently living today. But not even her busy life will ever stop this crazy mare of sneaking out at night to paint the walls green. Even if she's being chased by authority. Character Summary: Stencil Sketch is an easy going, laid-back gal. She's brash and loud but prefers not to speak much, since her voice tends to grate on her nerves sometimes. She's very mischievous, loves to play jokes and lands herself into trouble more often then not. Other ponies tend to get irritated being near her for long periods of time. Mostly due to her scratchy voice and brash personality, but she's a good pony with a huge heart. Stencil isn't the most patient of ponies, no scratch that, Stencil has the attention span of a gold fish and is easily distracted by the littlest of things. She has trouble keeping still and focused, unless its something that will hold her interest. She gets easily bored and very grumpy if she's not listening to music. She tends to keep to herself but is more then willing to hang out with other ponies, especially if food is involved. The more interesting and easy going somepony is, the more likely she'll hang around. Her cutie mark, consisting of an orange spray-can over a blotch of paint, represents her passion in the underground, under appreciated art of street art. Her talent is making the most vibrant, pleasing to the eye graffiti. Specializing on stencils, hens her name, Stencil Sketch prides herself in making her art something memorable, that other ponies will still remember even long after it's been taken down. Of course, a hobby like hers doesn't give her much brownie points in such a high class snobby city like Manehatten. Especially when most of them are technically considered vandalism. Still doesn't stop her from defacing Prince Blueblood's posters and sticking them for the world to see. Terrorizing the poor streets of Manehatten isn't all this wild mare does. She mostly spends her time hanging out at bars or at a music store when she isn't being swamped with school work. Sometimes she'll just be lazing in her messy room drawing the hours away with her rap music blasting off her headphones. A thing she is never seen without. Art by Appliance A HUGE THANK YOU TO STARBUSTER. He helped a WHOLE bunch with this, thank you man!
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From the album: Dovetail's Gallery
This is a drawing of my fried Ashley as a pony! So much fun to make these!© Dovetail
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Roleplay Type:WoE Name:Three Cloud (Clouds, L'il Puff Ball) Sex:Male Age:Young colt Species:Earth pony Eye colour:Dark sea green. Wears black, square glasses. Coat:Mustard yellow Mane/Tail:True Blue. Well combed, but has a strands of hair sticking out. His tail is well combed also. Physique:Average colt height, but skinnier. Residence: Born in Ponyville, currently in Canterlot. Occupation:N/A. Student Cutie Mark:Three white clouds with blue outlines. This means that his imagination is high above the clouds. Three Cloud always dreamed to fly and use magic. Obviously, he can't since he's an earth pony. He had a rough time with himself. He really didn't like who he was and can't do anything 'cuz he ain't special until his sister, Jigsaw, told him that he was pretty important with a story to go along with her help. Clouds loved to watch his dad make toys in the toy shop. One day he was inspired to make a little kite-like air balloon. To the best of his ability he made one. He flew it, but then it got lost high above the clouds. Behind, his sister was watching that whole time. (Creeper!) She said, "You see? You are special, I bet no pony in your class can make a toy just like that!" That night, in his bed thinking about it, he was inspired to make things that have not have been made, (airplanes and such). He was going to be an inventor. Then he got his cutie mark the next day. History: He has an older sister Jigsaw and lives his parents are Blue Train, a toy maker, and Sparkling Star, a model. He really likes his sister ever since he was born. She would always take care of him and play with him especially puzzle games. [[They're] like two peas in a pod and [they] did everything together! 8D] Then Jigsaw left to study at University of Stalliongrad. He always misses her, but every summer if had the chance would visit her at Camp Little Lake in Whitetail Wood since she works there. Three Cloud goes to the Ponyville Schoolhouse. Before he got his cutie mark he was teased by several ponies and Jigsaw would take care of them after he told her. He doesn't talk much and doesn't have much friends. His only friend is his sister and now since she's gone, Three Cloud is unable to do anything because he is socially awkward. Later on, the family moved to Canterlot and Clouds is learning to be a engineer to be an inventor since the schools there were far better than Ponyville. The family has decided to move because they want him to have better education, they found a better job for both Sparkling Star and Blue Train. But they do visit Ponyville occasionally. Character Summary:Three Cloud's talent is making things that can fly for earth ponies. Stuff like creating air balloons for earth ponies. He doesn't use the talent much since he's still studying and learning things at school to make his inventions. His motivation is his schoolwork, unicorns and pegasi, and his sister. His dream is to be an alicorn, but he knows in his mind that's a little too far..... The reason why is because that he really wants to do everything from flying to casting magic that can do anything. His goal in life to make the earth pony life easier. He likes games. Yes, games. He wonders why a ball bounces or slowly thinks through his intellectual games such as puzzles and riddles. Three Cloud dislikes everything equally meaning that he doesn't dislike anything but in a way that it's neutral dislike. Three Clouds hobbies are flying kites, playing games, and riding trains. Even though he's smart, he is socially awkward. Clouds acts very innocent and very curious to the world. He is willing to know everything. He wants everything to be perfect so he tries to make it perfect. He is very quiet, but a happy colt. When he is angry, he still gives temper tantrums. But after being friends with him they would be great friends. He can be a silly because of his clumsiness and some ponies may however like him because of that. Others might run into him for help on homework and will be generous to help. Clouds is also kind and can help if you ask. His loyalty with others falters between the parties since he analyzes who is the better so he can help them. He doesn't lie because he is smart enough to know the consequences of it. He waits for someone to befriend him. His faults are that he is not athletic and is very clumsy, (just like a stereotypical nerd....) He fears spiders and getting bad grades. Somehow he runs into problems a lot. (In the picture, his cutie mark looks like popcorn.... Ignore it....)
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Roleplay Type: World of Equestria. Name: Quillhart, Sex: Male. Age: An older colt. Species: Earth pony. Eye colour: Dark brown Covered with black squared glasses. Coat: Brown with a bit of dark gray at his muzzle. Mane/Tail: Two Shades of brown. One darker brown. One more like yellow. Physique: A normal sized fully grown pony. He's stronger than he looks but is not that muscular. Residence: On a grass covered hill in a nice little white house north of FillyDelphia. Occupation: He Just finished school and tries to make a living by writing. Cutie Mark: A quill that's writing in a book. He gained he's cutiemark while he was traveling with the adventurer. It was a bright and sunny day and the road was just as dry as their throats. Quillhart had been working on a text for the sun celebration. It had to be special. Quillhart looked upon his companion. "Are we there yet?" He asked polite. The adventurer looked rather amused by his expression. "For the first time of the two hundred fifty and half time you've been asking I will say, yes." He smiled at him. Quillhart smiled back but he was still worried. "Do you really think they will let me read this on the sun celebration?" He nodded at his bag. The adventurer didn't look at him when he responded. "No, I think they'll throw us out and banish us from the kingdom for asking them." He responded with no glimmer in his eyes. He was so serious that Quillhart didn't know what to believe, Suddenly the adventurer began to laugh. "You should see your face." He laughed and continued. "You should not worry foal. I'm an old friend of some high ponies there and they wont turn us down on this." And he was right some in the staff said they were glad to have a foal in the sun celebration. So the days passed and soon was the day for him to have his speech. The adventurer asked him gently if he was nervous. "No." He responded. "Not at all." The truth was that he could barely stay steady on his heavy feet. But he wanted the adventurer to think of him as brave as he was. The adventurer smiled at him with a glimmer in his eyes. "Just remember that you're speaking before a crowd of thousands of ponies."He winked at him. "We don't want to disappoint them." Quillhart swallowed "Certainly not." He answered and that was the most truth thing he ever said that day. He took his place on the scene and began to read. He looked up sometimes to see the ponies reactions. No they were still smiling. He kept reading and the story he made was getting more and more beautiful in his opinion. He looked up again and saw that nopony was smiling anymore. He kept reading. The sun gazed and he was more nervous then ever. He wished he was a Pegasus so he could just fly away from there. And he began to sound like he was about to cry. Now the story was on it's most beautiful part and then it was finally over. Now he realized that everpony cried. Was it that bad. Was he that bad? But then he saw that they were also smiling and he knew that they didn't like it. They loved it! He was done by now and was getting of the scene while the crowd clapped as they all gone mad. And He saw that the adventurer was also crying. The adventurer smiled and pointed at something behind him. He turned and all by a sudden he realized. He had gained his cutiemark! History: Quillhart once lived with his parents in the cold northern city named Stalliongrade. His parents were both gem miners and they were almost always busy mining or trading the mined gems. Quillhart used to help them when he was free from school. The hard work of mining and trading made him strong in his hoofs and quick in his head. He went outdoors as often as he could to explore the cold north landscape. He loved the freedom which the roads gave him and did sometimes spend hours to do simple things like to watch the beautiful sunrise. He was very shy at his school and did not like to talk to people if it wasn't necessary. He didn't have any friend and he didn't care that much about it either. He turned out to be a true star when it came to writing and reading. His teachers was truly impressed by his skills. One cold winter day, when Quillhart was just a foal, the parents couldn't find him anywhere and they searched a whole day just to find him sitting in the cellar deeply reading a book without pictures about diamond dogs. Nopony even knew that he was able to read at this young age. When he grew older he felt like he wanted to see a diamond dog for once. So as he always did he went out to try to find one. He went to Gor Zarya mts. where he knew there would be diamond dogs to find. He searched for a camp until midday and then he decided to go back home. It was getting dark and the small path was hard to see so he leaved the path by accident. Suddenly he found himself falling into a hole and he screamed while falling to what he thought was his certain death. But he didn't fall that far. He realized he had landed on a huge pile of Beautiful gems. But it was something else in the dark. "Who's there?!" He shouted. Suddenly a lantern was lighted. ""It ssseems like we have a guessst." Said a lisping ominous voice. And all by a sudden the whole cave was lightened by a huge amount of lanterns. Quillhart was flashed by the glimmer from the gemstones. He felt that to creatures grabbed him and dragged him away somewhere. "ssso trying to ssteal our gemssstoness are you, hmm?" Said the voice again. "I don't know what you mean I just fell into a hole." Quillhart was desperately trying to explain the misunderstanding. "Sssilence!" "We'll figure out what to do with you my dear little pony." He could catch a glimpse of a smile. "You better drop him this instant!" Quillhart gained his sight back and he could see a pony standing by a tunnel. The diamond dogs lost their attention for one moment and Quillhart managed to break free. He ran to the pony and the pony turned to run back into the tunnel again and together they managed to escape. It turned out that the pony was an adventurer who saw Quillhart when he fell down the hole. The adventurer became his first friend and Quillhart felt like he wanted to live the same life as the adventurer was describing. He convinced his parents that he would be allowed to follow the adventurer on his adventures and the adventurer was glad to have some company on his travels. So he dropped of the school to follow the adventurer and write stories about what they experienced on their journeys. Until they ended up in FillyDelphia to finish the school. Quillhart finished school with good grades and good friends. And he still goes at adventures when he so desires. Character Summary: Personality: Quillhart is very shy and very critical to himself and needs acknowledgement once in a while. Aside of the shy and critical side, he's fully able make jokes on his own bill. Quillhart is still a writer and an adventurer by hart and likes to combine those. He's kind to everypony and does not want to hurt anypony. One can summarize he's personalities into: Kind, shy, critical to himself, creative, an adventurer, caring and funny. Interactions: Quillhart is very shy and he almost never takes the first contact. He is used to wait for being noticed. He is a thinker when he's deep in his thoughts he will be very hard to reach. Quillhart is really scared of conflicts because he's so afraid to hurt anypony. He does really care about those he sees as his friends and it's normally those who he is the most social with. He would rather die then not being there for one of his friends. And the only ponies who who can hurt him by the heart is his friends that he had let close to his heart. Likes: To write and to explore. He loves to be a laugh bringer for anypony. He likes to be with his friends especially if it's on a adventure. He likes to help ponies out and to lend a helping hoof. He likes putting his friends above himself He enjoys the sunshine just as much as the moonlight. And he like to collect shiny gems. Dislikes Diamond dogs... He got a serious fear since the first meeting with them, (includes panic). Boasters who aren't as good as they are claiming to be, he dislikes that. He hates to just stand watching when a friend is having troubles. That's hard to not be when he's as shy as he is. And as said conflicts.... He really want to avoid those at all costs. ' alt=''>' alt=''>
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Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Technica Tekton Sex: Male Age: Early Stallion Species: Earth Pony Eye colour: Grey with a pinch of red Coat: Greyish-red Mane/Tail: Grey Physique: Smaller than average in height for males. Fairly thin/lithe. Residence: Apploosa Occupation: Civil engineer. Cutie Mark: Lighting and cloud making an "x" shape. On top, a horizonal hammer in the middle. Picture of Cutie Mark: Picture of Technica Tekton: History: Technica Tekton was born in Corralwood Corral. Technica Tekton was born into a family with building and engineering practically in their blood. Technica Tekton has very little memories of his birthplace, because his family moved out only a year after he was born. The only reason he was given for the departure, when he was older, was that his parents needed jobs, and Corralwood Corral didn't provide any for them. His family moved to Canterlot. Technica Tekton had a quiet early childhood. The fillies and foals didn't seem to take note of him when they saw him. His parents really didn't have much of a feel for him either. Maybe because they were to busy, or Technica Tekton didn't embrace his heritage of builders and engineers, at least not in his early life. During this time, he would usually read books to himself. Easier to read books, of course. Later in his childhood, Technica Tekton had a knack for the new electricity that was going around. It fascinated him to ponder what this new technology could bring about. He used his reading abilities to read about electricity, and eventually building and engineering. This is when Technica Tekton officially got into his heritage. This is also important because he is the first in his family to embrace electricity. While this was going on, he was receiving troubles at school. Few friends and being mocked for not being prestigious enough at the Canterlot grade schools was troublesome. Although he would not be a very sociable, outgoing pony, he always sought out the good in ponies before going through the process of distrust and hate. In fact, that was the way he received his few friends. Sometimes, he would use this approach to find builders for his projects because he himself is an awful builder, although he would use it later on in life. In his early teen hood, Tekton finally started a real bond with his father and mother. They would construct tree houses, various wooden toys, and other unique creations. Unfortunately, Tekton wasn't the best builder. Tree houses would often have a crooked feel, if not collapse in on itself, and various toys would not be as mobile as the ones his mother or father would make. He could, however, more easily design and implement electricity into devices. On one such day, Tekton decided to make a device to speed up the process of putting in screws. He worked out the plans for a few hours in the yard. When he was completed, he almost immediately began construction of the new device. When that was completed, he attempted to use the device. Unfortunately, the device broke when he turned it on, and gave a good shock to Tekton. Some of the parts flew off and managed to bruise Tekton. Amist the debri and injuries, Tekton's father walked to him and only pointed at Tekton's rump. And behold, Tekton finally received his cutie mark! During his late teenhood and early adulthood, Tekton attended college at Canterlot for engineering and electrical engineering. He is currently residing at Appleoosa, helping to spread the western frontier. However, he will travel often help construction projects in other places of Equestria. Character Summary: Technica Tekton is a peaceful pony. He'll always find a peaceful route before resorting to more drastic measures. He also isn't too extreme in many areas. For example, Tekton isn't the one to get too messy or be too outdoorsy if not needed, but also won't be extremely clean or fancy. Tekton is also a practical guy. He won't go out of his way to preform tasks that seem unnecessary or that can't be completed. An example, he won't use unnecessary etiquette when dining out, as in, hold the cup a certain way, eat a certain way, but he also won't be a pig while eating. Technica is also more of an introvert. He won't go out of his way to make friends for the sake of making some, and can be awkward around people. Technica has no real phobias, although he is somewhat timid. For example, he may not have a fear of diamond dogs all of the time, but will fear them if they threaten the workers of a project. Techinca despises a few things: overly eccentric beings, stupid beings, or just arrogant beings. His schooling at Canterlot as shown him that everything doesn't appear to be what they are. The more fancy and privileged ponies could easily fail at simple tasks, but still bloat about how they are superior just because of their etiquette. Tekton also really likes using opportunity. If there is anything that can help out, and doesn't require something that infringes on basic moral code to get it, he may just attempt to get it. He feels that one day, this will really land him some huge success. However, him being an introvert usually restricts this. Tekton also more easily solves problems than other ponies. Not puzzles, but things such as "how can we achieve X without going overboard on Y?" Sometimes he'll make his own unique devices in order to help solve a problem.
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Type: World of Equestria Name: Somerled FireMane Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Earth Pony Eyes: His eyes are light blue, some have said that they are very deep and soulful and that they remind them of the ocean when it is calm Coat: His coat is of a pale cream colour, there really isn’t much to note about it, though he does tend to hide most of it by wearing his favorite grey and black sweater. Mane/Tail: Even though he does not put much stock in appearance, he always keeps his coat, mane and tail well groomed, both his mane and tail are of a light auburn colour with hints of a darker brown mixed in Physique: He is of a medium build, not too thin and stocky and not too fat and muscly. All though he may not look it, he does keep fit by taking daily walks and sometimes the occasional canter. Residence: He has resided in Ponyville most of his life, how-ever he does have the ambition to go to either Manehatten or Canterlot to make it big, so he wonders a lot. Occupation: Officially - He has no real occupation, save for doing odd jobs around Ponyville for other ponies, be it foal sitting, mending a fence or building a new house, he is quite happy to help others, without asking for anything in return. UN-officially – He is a bass guitar player and writes lyrics Cutie Mark: His Cutie Mark is a Bass Clef with some music lines over the top of it. Even though he didn’t quite know exactly what his Cutie Mark would be, from a very early age, he knew that it would have something to do with music, as he has always been very musically minded. He owed this to his parents always taking him to musicals, classical music concerts and the opera. One day, when he was still a very young colt, his parents were talking to the acoustic bassist for the Canterlot Opera House, and noticing that Somerled was eying his bass guitar with interest, the Bassist offered to teach him a little of the bass, he accepted the offer with enthusiasm and gratitude. Discovering soon after that he had a real knack for playing the bass guitar, but it wasn't until his parents bought him his first bass guitar that he realized how much music really meant to him, a year of practicing every day later, his school band had their first concert, now at this age Somerled was actually very terrified at performing onstage in front of other ponies, but his teacher, parents and friends had faith in him, noticing that Somerled was very much musically minded, his teacher tasked him to write a song for the band to play, so as to keep his mind off the stage fright,. it was after he wrote his very first song (which was the one the band played) that his Cutie Mark appeared. Since then, he practices his playing skills every day, when he became a full grown stallion, he dyed some music lines over the top of his Cutie Mark to symbolize his passion for writing music as-well. History: He was born in Ponyville and has lived there most of his life,once he became a stallion, he started wondering around around, when he left home, hoping to someday make it into a band either in Canterlot or Manehatten. Life for him wasn’t easy, yet it wasn’t tough either. His parents had brought him up, teaching him that nothing worthwhile or worth having is ever brought to you on a silver platter, and that he had to work to earn his keep and even though his family was considered to be upper-class, that everypony was equal, no matter the species, colour, occupation or class. His parents are the FireMane's, named after the colour of their manes and tails, which many ponies have remarked reminds then of fire. They are working upper-class, preferring hard manual labour to earn what they have, than to sit around have nothing to do. They are upper-class because of their wealth, how-ever they do not go around showboating it off, though they do not hide it, they are open about their wealth, but are also always willing to help out a pony who is out of his or her luck and needs a little extra money, no matter the reason, without asking for anything in return. – He loves his parents unconditionally, always has and always will, and his parents return that unconditional love. Somerled is an only child, though he has gained many “brothers” and “sisters” in his travels. His life is full of meaning, which most of it he writes into lyrics and possibly sometimes music. He wonders around Equestria, meeting many new ponies and making new friends along the way. He has played in many local bands in Ponyville, but hasn’t stayed in any of them, due to his want for adventure and to make it big in either Canterlot or Manehatten. He got to where he is now by hard work and diligence. He has always strived to be the best that he can be, and that sole desire has made him into the stallion that he is now. A hard-working, honest, friendly and helpful pony. From here, he hopes to travel to either Manehatten or Canterlot (whichever one takes his fancy first), to start up a band and then to make it big (all-though for him, it wouldn’t be about the fame or the fortune (for he already has quite a lot of fortune), it would be about entertaining ponies of all ages across all of Equestria. Character Summary: His talents include, but are not limited to: playing the bass guitar (which he excels at) and writing lyrics (and sometimes music). His other “talents” are helping other ponies out, whether it is foalsitting, mending a fence, building a house or even lending a few dollars to a down and out pony. His biggest dream and goal is to travel to Manehatten or Canterlot (as specified above), to start up a band, and then to tour all of Equestria entertaining ponies of all ages. He has always had a love for music and acting, as from a very early age, his parents have taken him to touring acting troupes, the Canterlot Opera, and to Musicals performed by the school. The only things that he loves more than music and acting are his family, his friends and animals. Apart from helping others, his hobbies are playing the bass guitar and writing music, and taking walks in the forest. In general he is a very open-minded, happy-go-lucky, easy-going and kind hearted pony. He is always happy to make new friends and is always willing to lend a hand. He isn’t so good at backing down from arguments, and once he gets an idea into his head, it is very hard for him to get it out of it. He also has trouble finding a mate, but that one doesn’t matter so much to him, as his travels and his hobbies keep him quite occupied. His only fears is that he will one day let his parents down as he loves them dearly, and wants very much to make them proud of him and think well of him (though this fear is rather irrational and unfounded, he still worries about it) So yeah, that’s pretty much it, sorry for the repetition but I couldn’t think of any other way to describe what was needed.
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Roleplay Type: World Of Equestria Name: Foxglove Foalfellow Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Earth Pony Eye Colour: Dark Goldenrod Coat: Blood Orange Mane/Tail: Similar to that of a foxes tail, a light orange tail with a white tuft on the end Physique: Slightly skinnier than an average Stallion, though slightly taller. Residence: Moves around Equestria for a living. Occupation: Independent Trader/Traveling Merchant (Some disingenuous people call this con-artistry, But they are severely misinformed ) Cutie Mark: A top hat, and a cane. History: Growing up in the underbelly of Equestria's greatest city, Canterlot can crush many ponies hopes and dreams, while fueling desire and ambition for others who wish to create something of their lives, and escape the drab and dull routine of a 9 to 5 job, for 5 to 6 days a week. Foalfellow, is one of these ponies. Growing up just as an average pony in the bottom rung of society, minimalistic education, being pushed out of the door to have a laborious job for the rest of his career didn't seem all to appealing to him. This disapproval was fed by many books of aspiring adventurer ponies (Daring Do for example) that his mother would often read to him, would obviously bring this humdrum lifestyle in direct contradiction with itself. How could Foalfellow even consider working as a laborer when there are other ponies doing far more mightier and influential things in Equestia?! There was something deep down inside Foalfellow that called for something else entirely. This voice inside of the young earth pony, was a call that had been heard by so many other ponies in Equestria. This was a call for something else! Granted, he didn't know what he wanted to do, But the same old job day in, day out? Definitely not! Foalfellow, was always part of that group at school who would rather be exploring a long lost land or inspecting a haunted house. Granted, when danger is lurking, Foalfellow would almost certainly be at the back of the line to enter the haunted house, though his ambition for embarking of adventure would never be dampened, his courage? should be a subject of scrutiny. The foal was more of a dictator, one such dictator who preferred to work through mediators rather than taking action himself. Now, you may be wondering, 'A pony that is lacking in courage, though has a sense of adventure?' what does, in all honesty, sound pretty far-fetched, Foalfellow's sense of adventure was more of a feeling for reform, and for change. A desire to say 'No' to the inevitable, and carve his own destiny with his own two hooves. It seemed like an average day in Canterlot. Foalfellow was simply on his way to school when a precarious and strange contraption rolled into town. Ponies going about their everyday business gathered to see what the commotion was all about, as Foalfellow watched in anticipation and concentration. The contraption opened to reveal a pony in a top hat and a cane, aided with a booming voice and silver tongue. Foalfellow soaked up his words like a sponge, as did the crowd of ponies who had recently formed around the intriguing contraption. He promised amazing luck from an old jar, he promised fame and glory for the wearer of an old beaten up helmet, and promised happiness for the wearer of a special magic gold medallion, as the crowd watched in awe of his every movement, and every word. The pony inside the contraption offered to sell these items at a 'bargain' price to the highest bidder. The moment he made that statement, about one hundred hooves shot up into the air and began waving in a frenzied attempt to gain the charismatic sales-ponies attention. Foalfellow saw a lot of bits change hooves that day, as many ponies wanted to gain the attributes that the sales-pony promised. After selling the Items, the sales-pony moved onward, leaving the town with a smile on his face up aboard his amazing eye drawing contraption. Foalfellow went to bed that night with a smile on his face, he had found what he wanted to do. The next day was like war had been declared in Canterlot, The rumor of three disgruntled, angry ponies looking for a charismatic sales-pony for their bits back was definitely a popular, and somewhat funny one, It was even more laughable that it turned out to be true. A lucky old jar turned out to be, well, just an old jar with no luck at all. The helmet turned out to be, a helmet that was already in the latter stages of corrosion, and the gold medallion was just iron painted with a cheap gold paint, needless to say, it didn't bring much happiness No, quite the opposite in fact. Despite knowing that the sales-pony was in the wrong, There was something about him, was it his witty charisma? Was it his cool and collective getaway? Foalfellow didn't exactly know, but he his sights dead-set on what he desired to do. Still a colt, he borrowed his fathers old, beaten up top hat and cane (Much like the sales pony looked like), and took to the playground with some old toys from his room. Laying down a carpet, and began emulating what the sales pony had done. Speaking with a loud booming voice, and a silver tongue,Though he was an amateur, he performed to the best of his ability, claiming one thing was magical, and another was a good luck charm. Needless to say, the event carried out almost identical to the one that the sales-pony had created, With the exception of the cutie mark that had been imprinted onto Foalfellow's flank. Just as things has transpired with the sales pony, who had to leave town after the sales of his fake items, for obvious reasons, Foalfellow had to leave too. So, in wise judgement, Foalfellow began packing his bags, and saying his goodbyes to his family, The colt decided to embark on his adventure with an old wooden cane, and a dusty old top hat... It seemed like an average day in Stalliongrad, that was until a strange looking contraption rolled into town, making loud and attention attracting noises, The contraption opened up in the center of the city, revealing a pony with an old wooden cane, and a dusty old top hat, his cutie mark being the same. The blood orange coated pony promised amazing luck from an old jar, he promised fame and glory for the wearer of an old beaten up helmet, and promised happiness for the wearer of a special magic gold medallion, as the crowd watched in awe of his every movement, and every word. Character Summary: Not a stupid pony by any means, but he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, He makes up for it with his dazzling charisma, He could sell paintings to the blind, or music to the death. Though, when he sees just an average pony, he sees a target, a target for personal gain. Regardless of age or social stature. This leads to Foalfellow as being somewhat of a manipulative pony, using others for his own personal gain with the use of his silver tongue, he can be described as a 'coward' when it comes to any real danger or action. Being in his line of profession, he has built quite the ability to lie to people without giving an inch to the truth. Foalfellow is never the one not to miss out on a few theatrics, seeing most things as a sales pitch. Foalfellow is blessed with an abundance of confidence, taking a gamble (preferably non dangerous) should co-inside with his forte. Though not necessarily evil, and is just a petty criminal in reality, he does have a short fuse when it comes to irritating ponies, and can be subject to outbursts of rage when being severely angered. Foalfellow isn't devoid of conscience or goodness though, as there are much more evil beings to be found in Equestria. Obviously. Having all 4 hooves in use makes using a cane difficult, so, Foalfellow has an appropriate little sheath on the right side of his body to carry the cane when he is using all of his hooves. Clothing wise, He can mostly be seen with a worn blue cape with an inner red linen on the interior, also with a tattered green suit with a black ascot stuffed below his neck.
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Roleplay Type: World of Equestria RP Name: Sapphire Sherlock Gender: Female Age: young Mare Species: Earth Pony Eye colour: Dark Grey Coat: Fittingly, Sapphire’s coat is, well, sapphire. That is, her coat is a cute, medium shade of blue. Mane/Tail: Sapphire’s mane is dark blue, and she usually keeps it trimmed rather short. She doesn't intentionally style her mane, but it’s always stylishly messy in a cute, bed-head sort of way. Additionally, she often wears a small blue beret, which is a darker shade of blue than her coat but lighter than her mane, and a dark blue pair of oval glasses. Physique: Sapphire is a bit thinner than most ponies her age, though certainly not unhealthily so. She is also noticeably shorter at the shoulder than your average pony. Residence: Sapphire’s permanent residence is in Trottingham, at the (appropriately name) Sapphire Estate. She finds the quiet town to be comforting, though she has a distaste for the lavish lifestyle of its residents. However, because of her job as a detective, she often travels to other major cities. Occupation: Sapphire Sherlock is a detective, known for her excellent deductive and investigative skills. She regularly solves mysteries and works in major cities whenever she is needed. Cutie Mark: Sapphire Sherlock’s cutie mark is a magnifying glass behind the classic Sherlock cap (also known as a ‘deerstalker’ cap). History: When Sapphire was just a filly, she was faced with her very first mystery. It was undoubtedly the most important detective work she would ever conduct, too: Finding out who her real parents were. Faced with the shocking reality that her parents were not who she thought, Sapphire set out to find her real parents. Searching high and low, she sought every clue she could find on the streets of Manehatten. She tried talking to the city's mayor, but the mayor would always exchange worried looks with her apparently adoptive parents, and say nothing of value. Sapphire sought newspaper articles in the city library, but she would always be ushered out by the librarian, who warned her that, “Too much knowledge CAN be a bad thing, Sapphire. Some things, you simply don’t need to know.” For a whole week, Sapphire dragged her parents around the city, searching for anything, even something as simple as a name. Not willing to be defeated, Sapphire sneaked out at night and into the library. There, she could finally read all of the newspapers that everyone wanted to hide from her. There, in a yellowing newspaper clipping about a magic school, she saw it: her mother’s face. There was no mistaking it. Her mother was beautiful, and Sapphire shared her unique grey eyes. The caption under the picture read, "Sapphire Sonnet, local choir director” Tired and satisfied, Sapphire Sherlock returned everything to its original location, save the picture which she kept for herself, and sneaked back out of the library. The next day, she set out all by herself asking all of the ponies around town if they knew anything about the mare in the picture. Most of Sapphire’s neighbors were too young to remember, but there was one stallion who recalled that, “she’s the one who married ol’ Ten-Mile Heat. Such a lovely couple… I used to fancy her, you know? She was quite a beauty, with a voice to match. Shame, that… Goodness, I apologize. I don’t think I caught your name, little lady.” Sapphire Sherlock told him that it wasn't important, and thanked him for the information. With both of her parents' names, she now knew exactly where to go. Sapphire headed to the City Historical Committee, and asked if she could see the birth records from the year she was born. A thick tome was set out before her, and after poring over it for nearly an hour, she finally found her birth record. Sure enough, the parents’ names were officially listed as Sapphire Sonnet and Ten-Mile Heat. Now all that remained was to find where they were. She returned the large tome and dashed off towards the mayor's office. Stopping for a moment to catch her breath, Sapphire sat and though about what her parents might be like when she met them. Would her mother be a kind, loving mare, who’d always be there after a bad dream? Would Ten-Mile Heat be a strong, proud stallion whose fatherly wisdom could always teach her something about the world? Would they really be everything she had been hoping for? Sapphire walked into the mayor's office, and there was a secretary that she did not recognize. He looked very young, so she figured that he must be new. Nervously, Sapphire walked up to him and gave her name, “My name is… uh… Sapphire Sherlock… And I… I was wondering if you c-could help me find my parents’ address.” “Oh, you must be lost. Don’t worry, honey, I’ll help you get home. Just give me a moment, okay?” Sapphire didn't bother correcting him that she wasn't lost. The colt trotted into a back room, and came back carrying a large, dusty leather-bound tome. Sapphire would have been tired of such books, were it not for the fact that she was finally about to meet her parents. The secretary set the tome on the table and flipped it open. “Now then, what are your parents’ names?” “Uh… my mum is… Sapphire Sonnet. And my dad is Ten-Mile Heat.” The young, skinny colt flipped around for a moment before finally stopping and scanning the page. Suddenly, his eyes went wide, though Sapphire could not see above the table. “Uh, hang on a moment… I think I should get my boss to help you here… Sit tight, okay sweetie?” He did not wait for her to answer before he started off as fast as he could towards the mayor's office. A moment later, the secretary and the mayor emerged, both looking very somber. The Mayor spoke softly, “Sapphire, I know that your, uh… parents don’t want you to know this, but since you've obviously gone through so much trouble to get all of this information, I think you’ve got a right to know. Yes, Sapphire Sonnet and Ten-Mile Heat are your real parents. From the time you were a newborn foal, however, you’ve been raised by adoptive parents.” Sapphire’s eyes lit up. Finally, the answers she had been searching for! “Can I meet them? I’ve never even met them, you know!” The Mayor cast her gaze to the ground. “Uh… I’m sorry dear, but I don’t think that’ll be possible. Shortly after your birth, your parents were involved in a very serious accident after an earthquake in Baltimare. They were both… they were lost when the earthquake caused a building to collapse. I’m sorry, dear. Your parents…” But she couldn’t say it. Sapphire didn't need the Mayor to finish. She burst into tears, and her mind raced with questions. How could this have happened? Why them? Why did she survive? Were they bad ponies? Did they do something bad to deserve it? She couldn't keep a clear head. She couldn't see anything either. Her eyes filled with tears, and her heart filled with pain. She could no longer stand up straight, and she collapsed. It was at that moment, faced with the truth which she had sought herself, that something very special happened in the Mayor's office. Sapphire didn't notice, though; even if she had seen it, Sapphire wouldn't have cared. The mayor tried to calm her down, but it was no use. She lay there and cried for what seemed like an eternity… When she couldn't cry any more, Sapphire wiped her eyes and saw a kind-looking older stallion waiting there, watching over her intently. She turned away from him, not wanting him to see her crying. Seeing this, he called out to her. “Come now, dear. You look like you've had a terribly rough time today. Now that you finally know the truth about what happened to your parents, I suppose we should be better acquainted. My name is Sapphire Sleuth. I’m your mother’s father, your grandfather. I've come to take you home.” Sapphire Sherlock sniffed, nearly breaking down and bawling again. However, she contained herself long enough to push out a question to the old pony. “Are you going to take me back to my fake parents? I don’t want to go back there! They’re not real! I don’t want to go back! I don’t want to! I want my real mommy and my real daddy!” And with that, the tears came again. Softly smiling, Sapphire Sleuth crossed the room and nuzzled her head. “There, there, dear… It’s okay to cry, you know… After all you've been through, I can hardly blame you. I’m not going to take you back to your adoptive parents. I've had a long discussion with them concerning you, and they've told me about their financial troubles. They can hardly afford to take care of themselves, let alone a child. I've also had a talk with the city’s custody agency, and they've agreed to give me temporary custody of you, at least until you’re old enough to handle yourself.” And so, Sapphire Sherlock and Old Sleuth went back to live together at the Sapphire Estate in Trottingham. Sapphire had never had any friends, so she had no goodbyes to say. She couldn't bear to face her false parents. She knew that the sight of her would just upset them even more. Old Sleuth had already retrieved all of Sapphire’s belongings, and as they set out in a carriage, Sleuth chuckled and pointed at Sapphire’s flank. To her surprise, she had not noticed it until then: An odd looking cap and a magnifying glass. That was the day she understood everything. Because of her burning desire for understanding, Sapphire had found her true purpose. She made herself a promise that day that, no matter how much it might hurt, she would always reach out to the truth. She gazed out the window and watched Manehatten disappear over the horizon. Character Summary: Sapphire Sherlock is a detective. She’s incredibly intelligent and observant, and there’s never been a case that she couldn’t solve. She often works in major pony cities, in order to solve crimes and mysteries all over Equestria. She hopes for recognition as the greatest detective in the whole kingdom, though she realizes that it's a lofty goal. When not solving mysteries, Sapphire enjoys reading mystery and detective novels. She can often be seen at one of the book stores in Trottingham. Generally, Sapphire is a very quiet, reserved girl. Though she is incredibly talented as a detective, her social skills were not always stellar. While living with her grandfather, Sapphire Sleuth, she never wanted to be around other ponies. She much preferred to be alone, even politely turning away Old Sleuth from time to time. Sapphire liked reading detective novels in her grandfather's study, dreaming that one day, she, too, could be an intelligent, cunning hero. However, isolation certainly took its toll, stunting her social skills for a long time. Despite this, she has progressively overcome a previously cold and detached demeanor. Her constant detective work has afforded her a deep understanding of others’ emotions, which helps her to sympathize with others easily. Her friends often confide in her whenever they are looking for a solution to their troubles. Sapphire is not without her share of strong emotions, either; her temper is quick to flare up when she's on the case. She dislikes when the older ponies look down on her because she's younger than they are, even though her investigative skills are unquestionable. Sapphire is extremely persistent when it comes to her detective work. She doesn't often talk about it, but she has a deep-seated fear of failure. This stems from her beginnings as a detective: Because her first case was so significant, Sapphire often fears that she will fail at a time of similar importance. (And yes, this pony was originally based on a certain detective from a certain video game. Internet high-five if you caught that fact.) EDIT: Picture goes at the bottom, and I had it at the top. Apologies. EDIT 2: Fixed some details, made Sapphire older, and changed her location to an accepted one. EDIT 3: Fixed up some details about her personality, made her less awkward, and various history changes for clarity.
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Roleplay Type: Mane RP Name: Brownie Sex: Female Age: Foal Species: Earth Pony Eye colour: Deep brown Coat: Camel, ecru Mane/Tail: A round bob and a long chocolate tail Physique: Small and chubby Residence: Hoofington, in a small house with her older brother Occupation: Budding Baker Cutie Mark: none Likes: Baking, eating, sleeping, Whitetail woods Dislikes: Cleaning up, lemons, darkness, being alone Qualities: Honest, cheerful and positive Faults: Over excitable, clumsy, messy History: Brownie was born to Cocoa and her husband, Mr Bake, in the calm and peaceful village of Ponyville, five years after their other foal, Bright Spark. Bright Spark was named so as he was a strong yellow colour, which he got from Mr Bake. Brownie got more of the beige-colour that her mother's pelt was. She did get her father's brown curly mane, which she wore a bow in when she was a very little foal. Brownie loved her family, and doted on her brother. However, Bright Spark turned out to be unusually clever and when he was just a colt, he left for Hoofington to train in teaching young ponies. Even so, Brownie never stopped adoring her big brother. She spent her early foalhood in Ponyville, and had an uneventful upbringing. She had lots of nice friends, fairly good grades, and never really stopped smiling. She was a girl scout from a young age, a "Brownie", and she still wears her Brownie scarf. It has two badges, one of which for being a good adventurer and a good friend when the scouts visited the edge of the forest. Often, as a foal, she'd visit whitetail woods and explore with her pals, and longed to cross the lake and travel all the way to Hoofington. She'd often perched on the bank and looked at that city on the horizon. Brownie was sat there on the bank one day, her hooves dipped in the cool water, when her parents came to call her home. They saw her there, gazing out toward her brother's place of residence, and that's when they decided they'd talk to Bright Spark. There was a lot of preperation, but eventually, as a young filly, she went to live in her brother's little home in Hoofington. That was when she first took an interest in cooking. Bright Spark was out a lot, and she was still unpacking her things into the cosy red bedroom when she came across a dusty pile of books. She scanned the covers and wasn't really interested as she was never much of a reader. However, she came across one heavy hardback that looked intriguing. She turned the cover with her mouth, and page by page she spent the whole afternoon being inspired by all of the baking recipies she'd discovered. That night, she questioned Bright Spark about the book. He told her it was an old cookbook that mother had given him. Baking ran in the family, but he never really felt into it. Oh but Brownie, she most definitely had the Baking Bug. Bright Spark took her to the shops when he had a day off, and bought Brownie a whole load of baking ingredients. They walked home together, little Brownie buzzing with excitement. Brownie had always gotten very overexcited when fun things were going on. Her voice would go all squeaky, and you could see big sparkles in her eyes. Oh, and of course, she'd jump up and down with all four hooves. The next day, Bright Spark helped Brownie set up the bowls and spoons and measure out the ingredients. He told his sister that he was expecting some delicious muffins when he got back! Right away, Brownie bounded to the counter to get started. She roughly knew what to do with the ancient book of baking open in front of her. She leaned in to read the first instruction, which said to mix all the ingredients in a bowl. Well, that doesn't sound too hard, she thought happily, picking up the dish of flour. Whoops! She slipped and the flour went everywhere. EEK! She thought, that will take some clearing up, I'll do it in a minute. She picked up the butter, and the sugar, and tossed it into the big mixing bowl, then took an egg. How do I get the goo out? she wondered. She tried tapping it on the countertop, then on the stool, then on every other edge in the kitchen. It's unbreakable! she decided, tossing it over her shoulder. It hit the wall with an almighty splat and dribbled down, shell shattering onto the ground. Oh crumbs! She gasped, dashing over to try and grab the goo. There was no way she could reach. She sighed and went back to her mix. 3 tsp water. How hard could that be? Brownie opened the cutlery drawer and looked at the spoons. There were really big ones, and really small ones. She spent a moment wondering which type to use, then settled on the big ones. Don't want it to be too dry! The filly heaped in 3 spoonfuls of water, and began to mix. Her mixing went fine, but the cakes didn't look too great without flour or egg. Next up was the cocoa powder, which smelled totally delicous. brownie poured it all in, then decided she wanted even more. she took the bag and helped herself to a few hooffulls, dumping that in the bowl too. The next few steps were blurred and stained, and Brownie couldn't make out the pictures. She knew for sure there were chocolate flowers somewhere in the recipe, so she poured in the decorative decorations and mixed them all in. How long was she meant to put them in the oven for? That will never be known, but a long story short, they were black and very crispy. Delicious, if you're a dragon perhaps... with no tastebuds. That evening, when Bright spark came home, Brownie was decorating her "muffins" with chunks of cheese, as there was nothing much else she could find to use. "Sparky! You're home!" she cried, picking up a muffin and galloping to the door. Her brother stared at the demonic mess in his sister's hands, but gracefully accepted it all the same. Brownie grinned and watched eagerly as he was pressured into taking a bite. His face was priceless. Brownie didn't notice though, and with a smile he whimpered, "delicious." He trotted through into the kitchen, Brownie close behind him, and saw the awful mess. From the counters to the floor to the last tile on the wall, everything was covered in flour, or chocolate, or egg, or peculiar green goo. Bright Spark turned to Brownie and cried, "I said you could bake- not re-decorate my kitchen!" Brownie felt so disappointed, she hates to see her brother angry or sad, and especially with her. She dashed into the kitchen and picked up the mop in the corner, complete with bucket. "I'll clean it, I promise!" Bright Spark sighed and took the bucket from his sister, filled it up with soap and water, and dipped the mop in it. "We'll do it - together." After much scrubbing and mopping, brushing and sweeping, the kitchen regained most of its former state. But Brownie was still down, and when her BBBFF asked her why, she explained that her muffins looked nothing like they did in the book, and tasted really horrible. He reassured her, but then he had an idea. "Let's do something together," he said. Brownie, of course, got very excited, and picked out her next recipe; a cocoa cake. A few days later, the two siblings had gathered their equipment and set up the worktops ready to create. Needless to say, even with her brother there, Brownie made a heck of a disaster of it. The room was wrecked and the cake became a flat, crumbly brown mess. However, Bright Spark and Brownie had loads of fun together, throwing the ingredients around, judging the measurements wrongly, and eventually hurling water at each other. Brownie will never forget that happy time, and all the way through the cleaning afterward, she was grinning away. They took their creation out of the oven and left it to cool. Neither of them had high expectations as Brownie cut it into squares and dished it up. "Wow... That actually tastes... Pretty good." Brownie whispered, chewing on her chunk. "Are you kidding?" Bright Spark said, "It's delicious!" He helped himself to another square. Between them the two finished half of the baking tray, then put the rest away and sat in the couch room. "You're a born baker, miss Brownie." Spark smiled, patting his sister's mane. Brownie beamed, feeling very proud. "I think we just made our own invention!" "Shall we give it a name?" Bright Spark asked her. "Like what?" "How about calling them Brownies? Brown, sweet and messy, and named after you, what a coincidence!" laughed Bright Spark. There was a lot of work to be done before Brownie could officially call Brownies a treat. She had to recreate the bake many times - there was not much attention being paid in her first try - and each time she would add more flour, or less cocoa, and each time the outcome came out a little different. A few weeks of this, and Brownie was convinced she'd put her hoof on the perfect tasty treat. She took a saddle bag of these brownies through the streets, handing them to all of her friends, and all their friends, until almost everypony in the street had been given a delicious chocolatey square. Each time, the pony eating would grin and nod, and say how tasty they were. The night after, Brownie was visiting her parents, and she explained to them all about her love of baking, and the extraordinary messes she creates in Bright Spark's poor kitchen. They said, what about selling her cakes to pay for all the ingredients, and perhaps put a bit or two in my pocket, in case I wanted to buy a book, or something for school. Brownie was a very independent little filly, and she wanted to do the whole thing by herself. She went into Whitetail Woods to collect some fallen wood, and by the river she collected strong-looking reeds and crossed the water, heading back to home in Hoofington. She set up her stall just outside her home, and log by log, she tied together a little stand. She borrowed some paint from her school, and painted a small, bright sign that said "Brownie's Bakery", which she stuck to the front of her stall. She created a huge batch of brownies, and placed each square into her make-shift shop. They sold for 1 bit each, as quick as a flash, and people kept coming back and asking when there would be more available. It became routine; every day after school Brownie would bake a big batch of her special treats, sit at her stool and watch the smiles on ponies faces as they munched away. Brownie realised that she adored baking, and that happy look on her customer's faces. She took to adding fruit and other exciting ingredients to her brownies, which kept on selling. Ponies from all of Hoofington came to try her brownies, whether it be the original type, or the orange ones, or even the hay variation. Now, Brownie dreams of the day that she bakes in Celestia's kitchen, and is perhaps called to the throne room and asked, "Was it YOU who made an awful mess in my kitchen?" Brownie would nod, terrified. And maybe, just maybe, Celestia would reply, "Well congratulations, those brownies were delightful!" Character Summary: Brownie is a budding baker. She's small and sweet, but always makes a big mess of her brother's kitchen! She likes to explore and she regularly crosses the river and heads into whitetail woods looking for new and interesting plants and essences to bake with. Her favourite thing to bake is her brownies, which she sells at a little stall that she made herself. Sometimes, she is totally klutzy, very messy plus she always gets really over excited and squeaky-voiced, but deep down, little Brownie is the most honest, loving and postive little filly with a heart of gold.
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RoleplayType: World of Equestria Name: Citrus Orange Sex: Female Age: Mare Species: Earth Pony Eye colour: Emerald green Coat: Orange Mane/Tail: Long and well groomed. A mix of dark and light orange. Physique: Physically fit and very agile, but not as strong as most other earth ponies. Residence: Citrus was born and raised in Manehattan, and still maintains a small home there - But goes on regular jaunts to ponyville and the surrounding land, leaving for months at a time. Occupation: - Self employed field researcher - usually independent - but occasionally employed by a shady patron to locate certain items of interest or high value. However, she occasionally stoops to common barwork during hard times if she requires extra bits. CutieMark: A slice of orange fruit. Like the rest of the Orange family, Citrus's cutie mark not only marks her as another shrewd Orange with a talent for growth - be it economical or physical. Citrus gained her cutie mark rather early for a filly - the earliest in her class by a few months. Although Citrus dislikes her family, she's always been rather proud of her mark, and the talents it represents. History: Born and raised in the pomp and circumstance of manehattan's upper class, Citrus's early life was defined by her family name - the Oranges were a fabulously wealthy family, and were highly respected among the upper classes for their fortune and shrewd business tactics. Citrus was always something of a wild-filly, refusing to conform to the stifling rules and expectations her parents placed on her - which placed her on the receiving end of many arguments with them - her father in-particular, who was especially stri Citrus's younger years were rather miserable despite the privileged upbringing she had. Over the years, the young filly's distaste for the political scene grew into scorn - and she regularly sneaked out of her home to experience the gritty, seedy underbelly of Manehattan. In the darker, twisting streets of the city, Citrus happily consorted with the poor and the criminal underbelly - her quick wit and sharp tongue allowing her to hide her upper class roots - and learnt a few valuable skills during her time there - including basic lessons in lockpicking and thievery. Citrus was still constricted to Manehattan's posher district most of the time however, despite her uninterested attitude, developed a fierce love for study and lore during her teen upbringing. Her impressive - though somewhat cold - intelligence earned her something of a mixed reputation among the upper classes. In her teenage years, Citrus was forced by her parents to attend the Manehattan Academy, even though her express wish was to attend a University in Stalliongrad. The mare held little interest for the subject her parents had selected for her (Agriculture) and instead threw herself into the study of ancient Equestria history, developing a keen fascination with the slightly darker side of Equestrian history and the numerous legendary artifacts and ruins that were lost to time. Citrus was a very gifted student, and earned top grades in her studies - but also frequently chastised for her flippancy and contemptible attitude towards some of her fellow students. after she graduated, The Academy also reported that several very precious books had gone missing from the library - they were never found. With her excellent grades, Citrus quickly created herself as a Field Researcher - with the soul intention of unraveling many of the ancient mysteries she had studied during her time at the Academy. However, when her parents learnt of their daughter's intention to leave Manehattan to pursue old fairy tales,, they confronted her and an argument ensued, resulting in Citrus leaving the family home stating she would forever be independent of them - both financially and physically. Likes Independence, reading, research, confidence, ponies who don't allow themselves to be stepped on, classical music and bars - the darker and dirtier the better. Dislikes "Stuck-up" ponies, ponies she considers unintelligent or dull, politics, fancy parties/balls, bossy individuals, busy-bodies, sentiment and insects. Character Summary Citrus Orange is a very intelligent mare, well spoken and very independent. Despite her upbringing, she is sharp tongued and sarcastic - as well as very condescending and harsh to those she considers inferior to herself , and those who waste her time. Preferring her own company most of the time, Citrus is rarely one to actively pursue relationships of any sort - she finds the idea of intimacy of any kind there of rather uncomfortable, and does her very best to avoid such scenarios. Although she displays an air of confidence, her lack of tact often rubs ponies the wrong way - even when she doesn't intend it. Her constant travelling and personality have left her with precious few confidants and even fewer friends. In her darker moments, Citrus is actually quite lonely - though she would never admit it, even to herself. Citrus moral alignment is of chaotic neutrality. She cares little for morality, usually serving herself and following her own whims. She dislikes authority - especially when that authority attempts to restrict her or impede her own goals. While she strives to protect her own independence, she will rarely go out of her way to defend the liberty of another unless she feels compelled to do so: an example being that Citrus feels a certain instinct to defend the poor and the wretched - something that stems from spending her youth in the poorer areas and seeing the trails of those who lived there first hand. [colour=#666600] [/colour]
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World: Free for all Name: Ween Gender: Stallion Species: Earth pony (sorta of..) Eye colour: Yellow (pupils often vary in sizes for odd reasons depending on emotion) Coat: Milk chocolate brown Mane/Tail: Orange, fan or liberty spiked mane, short short spikey tail. Physique: Emaciated, smallish build. Residence: Nomadic mostly, but keeps a tent in the everfree nearby the rats. Cutie Mark: A sausage with an excited face " " History: only has memories from three years ago, comming to awareness sitting infront of princess Celestia, who apparently did not appreciate his friendly request to bite her, "cuz that means we're friends." Later was sent to the everfree forest under the "supervision" of a local colony of less than reputable rats. Since then he's been showing up in odd places and towns using the excuse of "took the fairy circle", all places except ponyville, which he seems to be avoiding. Likes: Chewing things. Biting things. Anything new or different. Things that arn't yelling at him. Things that give him stuff. The rats. Dislikes: Things that yell at him. Fish things. the stars.
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Roleplay Type:Mane RP Name:Blue Blazes Sex: Male Age:Stallion Species:Earth Pony Eye colour:Dark blue Coat:Dark blue Mane/Tail:Blue with some darker shades of blue Physique:Normal but with a bit more muscle Residence:Canterlot Occupation:Train engineer Cutie Mark:a red Snowboard. He spent his foal years trying to fly like his father, usually jumping from heights or climbing tall things, then as a colt he would ride scooters and later on skate boards off of ramps, it was joked that he would someday get a falling cutie mark or at least and x-ray cutie mark from all the times he jumped a little to high or landed wrong and broke a bone but fortunately he never got hurt bad enough that he would have a permanent limp but he did get a few scars though. Blue Blazes got his cutie mark during his final school year during a field trip to Canterlot to see a Hearts Warming Eve pageant, he and some friends went off to go snowboarding at a ski resort. It was his 5th run of the day and the sun was starting its decent, Blue Blazes had just leaped off of a kicker, that's when he felt it, the rush, the euphoria. It just felt so right, then he hit the ground hard,fell and rolled down the mountain,when he stopped rolling, he felt a pain in his flanks at first he thought he might have broke something but soon the pain faded, so Blazes brushed himself off and moved on, later that day when he was taking off his snowboarding suit, he saw his cutie mark, a snowboard similar to the one he had been using. History:Blue Blazes was born and raised in Baltimare, was the middle son of a Unicorn mare, a Librarian an the Baltimare public library, and a Pegasus stallion who was a weather pony from Cloudsdale. His older brother is a Unicorn and is currently serving in the royal guard, while his younger Pegasus sister is still in grade school. He was sometimes teased for being so normal in comparison to his kin, but he would just laugh it off and then go climb something.He takes pride in his earth pony form and he enjoys one-upping his brother in friendly competition. Blazes never really cared much for school just doing the bare minimum to pass, but he worked hard at what needed to be done. When he wasn't trying to fly Blue would go play kick the can or street hoofball with his friends or read some Daring Do novels. Now Blue Blazes works as a Train Engineer, partially because he liked trains when he was a colt, but mostly because he can travel Equestria, going from town to town and snowboard the local mountains whenever he has a day in the area. Blue Blazes originally worked for a Rail Road line in Baltimare but moved to Canterlot when after the branch he worked on got shut down, He's heard rumors that a baseball stadium is to be built next to the old train yard. Character Summary: Blue Blazes can be seen as a bit of a weirdo often day dreaming whenever he is bored He can be Snarky at times and a little off the wall but he really is a nice stallion. while he doesn't necessarily try to make friends, he will hang around people he likes. Blazes isn't really one for social interaction, and when he is forced to go to an event he will usually be in the back fidgeting bored out of his mind. He hates spiders but is working on that phobia, he cant really pay much attention to things he cant understand right away, and it doesn't seem like he has a lot of focus on anything really. He can get really flustered whenever he is put in a new or unfamiliar situation that he cant see an immediate answer to, he can get impatient and would typically blow something off until last minute. When frustrated Blue likes to go ride a his long board as fast as he can down the steep city slopes, usually the rush would clear his head. During his off time Blue Blazes enjoys hanging around the shopping district of Canterlot, usually looking for new comic books or music records, also he likes to go long boarding down the city slopes. When ever his train route takes him to a different location he likes to explore the town he is in and perhaps find unique items that he cant find in Canterlot. Sometimes if he gets lucky Blue will take a business trip to the griffon kingdoms, there he likes to learn about the griffon culture by watching griffon movies and hanging out with the local populous. When at home he does a lot of reading mostly adventure novels or do some maintenance on his snowboard during the winter months. He dreams of one day riding his snowboard though the Tartarus mountains and if possible Tartarus itself.
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From the album: Traditional OC Art
Just a little picture I whipped up of one of my many ocs! I never really put much in the comments section.... so... CAKE FOR ALL!© Art and character belong to amberdragonling
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Roleplay Type: Mane RP Name: Professor Tink Cogsworth (just call him Cogsworth or Cogsy...) (Artwork by our very own Starburst) Sex: Male Age: Stallion (on older Stallion though) Species: Earth Pony Eye colour: Blue Coat: [colour=#808080]"No, I will not bathe today, I bathed yesterday, I don't have time! I don't care if I'm covered in grease, it is the sign of an inventor...wait, nooooooo!" [/colour] The Professor shortly before being dragged off by his servant to bathe. Grey, though usually covered in smear stains of grease, oil and other manner of machine fluids. It is fairly unkempt most of the time unless his servant has gotten a hold of him and successfully dragged him away from his workshop, dumping him into the bath. Mane/Tail: [colour=#808080]"Gah Nanny, why didn't you tell me my mane was on fire?!"[/colour] [colour=#800080]"well you look so engrossed in yer inventin' I didn't want to interupt..."[/colour] A typical conversation before the Professor made a practical choice... Both mane and tail are a bright white, though not through ageing, this is the hallmark of the Cogsworth family. The mane is tied back into a Pony tail (no pun intended) to keep the hair both out of his eyes and away from any lit flames he's working on. He made that mistake one too many times, the last time he was so engrossed in his work it took him a good five minutes to notice the acrid smoke the burning mane had produced, leaving him nearly bald for some time. He has an unkempt beard and moustache, though this is also a fire hazard he see it as a requirement of any kind of Professor to have some kind of facial hair. He will trim it to stop it becoming too much of a health risk but otherwise he will leave it alone to do as facial hair is wont to do. Physique: Now while he is of a fairly slender, non-muscular build the key feature to his physique is the fact he wears a metal prosthesis that he crafted himself after losing the leg in an accident. This means he has a signature footstep hard to mistake for anyone else (clunk, clop, clop, clop, clunk, clop, clop, clop etc.). Residence: Somewhere in the dark and nasty region, where nobody goes there stands an ancient Manor. Deep within this mildly damp place lives Professor Cogsworth [colour=#808080]"Hello!"[/colour] And Nanny, his overworked servant who lives upstairs [colour=#800080]"Professor, dinner is ready!"[/colour] But Nanny's cooking is nothing compared to the horrors that lurk beneath the trapdoor..... [colour=#808080]"Wait a minute, my workshop is down there, are you saying it is full of horrors?"[/colour] Well it could seriously do with a tidy, I mean there is stuff everywhere! [colour=#808080]"Tidy it up, never! I'll never find anything if I do, now begone narrator!"[/colour] Alright fine Professor...I'll do it the boring way... Cogsworth manor resides deep within the Whitetail Woods. A tall imposing building in a state of semi-ill repair. The manor house was last lived in by his Grandfather, Crafter Cogsworth, who left the house to the family. Sitting on a jagged outcrop of a cliff, casting a long shadow over the forest below when the sun begins to set. The ancestor who had this built had a mild case of delusions of grandeur, not uncommon with people not use to vast sums of money. A single tall circular turret jutts out from the middle of the roof, as if in a vain attempt to copy the vastly grander palace of Canterlot, leading to the family to refer to it as Cogsworth 'castle' and not the proper title of Cogsworth Manor. The flickering lights, loud bangs and occasional slightly maniacal laughter would make any adventurer think this was a haunted house...sadly for them the scariest thing in the house is Nanny's "Tuesday pie surprise" (the surprise is that it is served on any day but Tuesday...and contains hot sauce). A path leads from the house to the bottom of the cliff on the less sheer side, winding down the slope, the paved cobblestones of the path giving way to the mud and grass at the bottom. This area was probably once a beautiful meadow, however years of the Cogsworth family residence, not to mention the Professors own experimentation, have led this to be a muddy, blast crater filled area since it is the only space available for the testing of larger devices. This has left some of the trees charred and leafless with the occasional bit of metal flung into them, further promoting the look of a 'cursed and haunted place' to any Pony approaching it from the bottom. Obviously the fairly remote location means he rarely gets visitors. Away from civilisation it is a great place to test his many inventions, especially the steam powered ones which have a tendency to explode due to the undue stress he puts them under. The local wildlife has learned to keep well away from the castle, not just due to the inventions but the fact that Nanny takes no guff from anyone or anything (and she is big and tough enough to batter most things into submission if they even think of attacking the Professor). The other notable feature of the manor are the two large metal rods that stick through the roof, designed to conduct lightning down into the workshop, the only way the Professor can procure electricity in such a wild location, unfortunately he has no idea just what to do with it when it arrives, it usually just leads to whichever invention he has hooked up to it exploding due to the insane voltage produce by lightning. Occupation: Professor, Tinkerer, Inventor and in another life would be considered somewhat of a mad scientist (though he is far too good natured for all the shennanigans that type gets upto). Cutie Mark: Two interlinked cogs. This is practically the Cogsworth family mark, each family member has some variation of this due to their heritage as tinkerers and inventers usually around the application of cogs and gears. In the tradition of the Cogsworth family he earned his when he successfully made his first invention (that actually worked), a wind up clockwork toy which he gave to his father as a gift. This was his crowning moment, he had spent months working on this little clockwork pony for his Father's birthday, putting all his effort and sweat into making it, having to sneak out of the house to work the metal delicately into the shape of a prancing pony. Saving up all the money he could to buy the best wood he could find, the best polish, everything was to be perfect. Scouring shops for broken clocks for gears and cogs, though most people just looked at him oddly, they were just going to be thrown out and this weird, grease covered little foal was willing to pay for them?! Who were they to argue. The smile on his father's face, the moment of recognition that he had finally achieved something a Cogsworth could be proud of was reward enough but his ultimate and unexpected reward was his cutie mark, making his parents doubly proud of their son. History: [colour=#800080]"Professor, are you sure this will work?"[/colour] [colour=#808080]"Frankly Nanny I have no idea...but it'll be fun finding out!"[/colour] Said just before the Professor lost his leg.... The Cogsworths have always been a tinkering family, rarely actually getting an invention 'onto the market' but more happy to forever remain in the experimental stage of design, making enough money to get by, though one of their ancestors hitting it off big with some invention allowing the family to have Cogsworth Manor constructed. Nobody in the family can quite remamber what this 'amazing invention' was though, a shame because they could still be making money off it today... Tink Cogsworth was born into this family and showed his aptitude from a young age, going so far as to take apart his own toys and try to put them back together into more interesting items (though usually failing). His parents did make the wise choice to not live within the ancestral Cogsworth home and instead lived in Canterlot, much closer to the best schooling they could find. While the young Cogsworth was intelligent he lacked the social graces of his peers, he was by no means 'cool' (infact he was -20% cooler than any of the other ponies in his class). This led him to be a tad antisocial, rarely making friends and instead focusing inward on both his studies and his inventions (the exploding bubblegum he invented in his colt years was not the hit with the fillies...or anyone who liked having nice teeth for that matter). The years rolled by and he blossomed into a Professor with a lack of an indoor voice (Though some say his Professorship was given to him simply to get him out of Canterlot as fast as possible in order to bring property prices back up, explosions and shouty neighbours tend to lower them) and he decided that now, since Grandfather Cogsworth had passed away, it was his duty to move into the ancestral home. The people of his street in Canterlot rejoiced (out of earshot) when the cart left with all his belongings...no more would they suffer him banging away on metal day and night or possible injury by flying shards of metal. The Professor was quick to hire a member of staff since he found he could not both invent and cook for himself at the same time (he'd tried, it wasn't pretty) the only one to actually make it to Cogsworth Manor went simply by the name of Nanny (she'd applied for another job and got the address of the two jobs mixed up, she also wrote her job title in her name space on the application form and didn't want to correct the Professor). This slightly chubby Mare, standing as tall as any Clydesdale, able to lift seemingly vast amounts of weights, was perfect for the Professor. She was someone who could do a lot of the heavy lifting as well as cook for him (even if he is the only one able to eat her food, he burnt his tastebuds off years ago). However Nanny also has problems with doors...she goes through them rather than opening them, this is an improvement from when she first arrived, she went through walls instead. Still who needs doors anyway? They just get in the way! Well apart from the front door...that needs to be replaced, need some kind of privacy. The Professor lost his leg while trying to create a 'Steam Propelled Vehicular Transportation'. He had the prototype ready, the coals had been burning all morning, he flicked the switch and BOOM, it exploded because the Professor had forgotten to turn on the safety valve and the pressure was just too much for the boiler. Nanny rushed him to the nearest hospital where he remained for some weeks, when he arrived home he found the lack of a limb a bit of an annoyance, so instead construct a metal removable replacement. And here we are, right up until the modern day. The Professor resides within his home, tinkering, inventing, causing explosions and he couldn't be happier... Character Summary: [colour=#808080]"Summaries a Pony like me? Impossible I say good sir!"[/colour] The Professor when asked to sum himself up in not so many words... The Professor is kind hearted and kind of loud but can grow obsessed with his latest idea, ignoring food, sleep and the company of others to see it through to the inevitable explosive finale. His inventions are either too complicated to make the task simpler (his hoof cranked rotary clothes cleaner actually takes more effort than simply washing clothes by hand for example) or just plain impractical at times, no sane pony would want the Steam Propelled vehicular tranport device, it just sounds dangerous and who needs it anyway? A Pony has legs, wings or can move faster by use of magic and the vehicle isn't that much quicker than a moving at a simple trot. Stronger Earth Ponies are more than enough to carry goods over long distances and Pegasi make for much better (and faster) delivery of goods. However to the Professor it is his pride and joy, a sign of triumph in the face of adversity, rebuilt from the pieces of a folly that cost him his leg. A testiment to the Professor sometimes stubborn minded ideals that everything can be fixed, whether though tinkering with cogs, gears and boilers or through the use of friendship and magic. Ideas constantly swirl about his head, often leading him to drift off mid-conversation as his brain formulates a design, giving the impression he is absent minded. This is quite the opposite he is too focused, just not on the conversation he is having at that particular moment to the point of suddenly just bolting from a conversation with the briefest of goodbyes or frantically begin searching for quill, ink and paper. Though thankfully he has yet to simply run down a street in bathtowel yelling "Eureka!", nobody wants to see that, not even the Professor (not with his flowery bathtowel at least, little phases the Professor but that would bring a blush to his cheeks if he saw himself). Still anyone who is brave enough to explore that deep into the Whitetail Forest well be welcomed, receive a meal and a place to stay for as long as required though they might not be getting the best sleep if the Professor is in one of his moods, few will put up with the clanging, banging, shouting and occasionally dull whump as something goes boom either outside or in the lab.
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Roleplay Type: Mane Name: Glad Tidings Sex: Female Age: Mare Species: Earth Pony Eye colour: Emerald Coat: Bright Cherry Mane/Tail: She has a fairly straight mane and tail of Evergreen, though she's known to weave baubles and trinkets into them in a seemingly random fashion. Physique: On the softer side due to holiday treats and sweets! Residence: The Holiday House, her traveling home. This collapsible marvel goes everywhere with Glad Tidings, and gets bigger and better every year. The residence's decorations always reflect the closest upcoming major holiday, and it has become so grand and time-consuming that when its owner isn't out spreading joy, baking, or playing games, she's working on Holiday House. The guests and their happiness that fill it are completely worth it though! Occupation: Professional Cheermeister (And salespony of various trinkets and baked goods). In fact, Holiday House more often than not has a shop on a lower floor. Cutie Mark: A sprig of holly with two ripe berries. History: Glad Tidings's childhood home was always filled with love and laughter. Her mother would spend the days baking delicious goods that filled the kitchen with wondrous smells, while her father would go out and chop wood as a lumberjack. Holidays were major events for the family, from the mountains of grains and fruit for the Autumn Harvest to the cheeses, wines, and festives jams and cakes of Hearth's Warming. Glad memorized as much as she could about the traditions, hoping to have her own home just like that one day. As she grew, the mare took more active parts in celebratory preparations, from baking to decorating. It wasn't until the year that Glad was allowed to run an entire Hearth's Warming Eve dinner event for her extended family that she got her cutie mark. Her love of ponykind coming together in exuberance and harmony each season, all exemplified by the symbol of the simple plant on her flank. Since that day, the earth pony labored to find a way to spread the joy she felt during these special times with everypony she could. Her family came through again, this time helping her build the very first incarnation of Holiday House. With her new home in tow, the mare left to fulfill her self-appointed mission. She makes a point of visiting her family often, to both celebrate and show them the newest additions to her "mobile" home. Even they are starting to wonder how she gets it around. Character Summary: Glad Tidings is a very happy and extroverted pony who delights in spreading wonder and joy, and has the energy to back it up. Whether her seemingly-inexhaustible supply of cheer and hyperactivity is the result of holiday sweets or something else is still the subject of debate, but most don't care. It's hard to bother questioning how a pony is in three different places at once when it involves baking cookies, decoration, and caroling! Glad's big personality and constant fun-seeking can occasionally get on more reserved creatures' nerves. She realizes this and is apologetic, but she just can't contain her nearly constant bubbling entertainment with Equestria and everything in it. If asked to leave she'll politely do so, moving on to the next area with fanfare! It's for this reason, not to mention her extremely active imagination, that Holiday House is perfect for Glad Tidings. Its modular nature makes it just as random as she is. Nothing warms this mare's heart like a smile on a face AND a heart.
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From the album: Regular Cast Pics
Making a set of a dozen different "ponies in socks" magnets for an upcoming convention (these were first showed in pencil in a thread); managed to finish the entire set. Not sure if all are suitable for the gallery (although none are adult), this one though is pretty work safe and cute focused.© Characters © Hasbro Artowrk © Brianblackberry
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RolePlay Type: Free for all Name:Symphonic Fire Sex: Female Age: Filly Species: Earth Pony Eye: Red&Orange Coat: White Mane/Tail: Red&Orange Physique: A musically multi talented pony with a bad temper and is very clumsy Residence: Ponyville Occupation: Performer and Band Leader Cutie mark: Orange double quaver notes with red head phones (in attached file). please send me some cutie mark ideas if u have any because it's just something i came up with in 3 minutes. History: As a foal, Sym was a loney pony who thought she was nothing special. Both of her parents died so she lived with her grandmother Melody Heart. Since then she was unhappy and lonely until she met her best friends in school Shockwave and Argent Bloo who accepted her differences. At that time neither of them had their cutie marks. Weeks passed, Shocky and Bloo already have their cutie marks and Sym was so jealous and sad that she wrote a song about her feelings. When it was the Ponyville's young musicians competition, she sang and played her song and in the end when she actually won the contest, she realized that she was meant to be a musician and let everypony to enjoy her music. Character Summary: Sym is overall a friendly pony with Shocky and Bloo as her best friends. She is a clumsy and bad tempered pony who always can't stop breaking instruments when she plays the wrong note! She is also lazy and a mess maker which her brother always cleans for her (brother is called Slick, you will see him later in my pics). Sym also has her own band called "Hoofs in the air" or "Starshine Mares" and performs at the music and performing arts center. (Ready) Shock Wave (too big -_-) Argent Bloo (even bigger -_-)
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Roleplay type: World of Equestria Name: Pepperjack Gender: Female Species: Earth pony Eyes: Green Mane/tail: Blonde Coat: She is white with red and green speckles. Physique: She is fairly thin and has little to no muscle. Cutie mark: Soo... It's a phantom flower (While the flower only appears at night. Her cutie mark Never disappears and remains upon her flank, Day and Night.) (it looks sort of like a 4 petaled Easter lily)
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