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Re: Character Submissions

Postby MagusZeal » Mon Apr 28, 2014 9:40 pm

Grimhollow is approved.
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Name: Grimhollow
Race: Unicorn
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: http://i.imgur.com/40ijOaO.png
Body/Coat color: Dark Grey
Mane/Feathers color: Black
Tail/Talons color: Black
Eye: Iced Blue
Faction: Neutral
Cutie Mark: Pentagram
Special Talent: Magical Energy Drain & Magical Knowledge Drain (Contact Required, Magical Energy Drain Causes Addiction)
Personality: Obsessed with all things Arcane, Grim is typically kind, quiet and respectful. She is often depressing and dreary however, believing that she is a horrible pony and that everything comes with a price. Inquisitive by nature and patient within reasonable limits, Grim spends her spare time practicing all forms of magic, mulling over texts, and collecting rare magical artifacts. However, when the addiction sets in, Grim becomes agitated and irritable, her patience quickly diminishes and she can become quite violent.

Bio: Grim comes from a family of researchers As her life went on, Grim never lost her fascination with the arcane, the filly quickly blossomed into a prized student of the Ponyville school system. When she came of age, Grim set off into the world to conduct her own studies. In the course of her studies, she met up with Gem Shard, now PhD. As it turned out, Gem had developed a technique that siphoned the magical energies of one item and transfer it to another object. Grim's curiosity was peaked, a technique like this could bring great strides in her studies if she could modify and manipulate the spell. As she continued her trek across the country, Grim slowly began her experiments, at first, Grim learned to siphon the magical energy from the smallest of critters, the magical energy felt euphoric, and as grim moved on to larger creatures and even ponies... she became addicted to the Magical Energy of others. If she didn't siphon off enough Magical Energy at regular intervals... she would begin to suffer side effects, such as glowing eyes, and withdrawals which would make grim edgy, violent, and in need of more.

When the war started, Grim was back in Ponyville to check on her parents. Instead she was met by one Twilight Sparkle and her guard, it seemed Grim's talents in the field of magic hadn't gone unnoticed. Grim had agreed to a selective training from the field Marshal in return for access to Canterlot Castles magical tomes. A request that was met with a smile and a hoofshake. For the first two months, Grim felt inadequate compared to the other trainees. They all had unique abilities she didn't possess, even if her base magics were stronger. In her frustration, Grim took solace in the old musty tomes, learning anything and everything she could. One night as she flipped through the pages of an untitled work, she came across a passage referencing forbidden magics, magics that provided the opportunity to learn any and everything. As the months went on, Grim escelated to the head of the class, suddenly being able to produce similar spells of the other EMP trainees, though not as potent as theirs. Unbeknownst to the others, with a touch, Grim could reach into their minds and copy the research or backgrounds of any spells or magics known by that individual within seconds, anything they knew about the spell, she would know. However this didn't give her immediate access, she still had to spend hours upon hours to generate a base version of the spell and it would take even longer to gain mastery over the spell. Still, with perseverance... Grim began to excel. Unfortunately, EMP status would not be hers.

When the final month of training approached, Grim hadn't shown up for training for at least a week. Out of concern, one of the other trainees, a stallion named Pathway, went looking for the Mare. He searched the dorms and the castle grounds, but no luck. Eventually the stallion made his way to the castle library in the dead of the night. Books littered the tables as the moon shined through the stainless glass windows. At the back of the library, Path eventually found Grim, curled up in a corner, shivering. As he approached her, he noticed the normal blue glow in her eyes was gone and she looked practically starved. "How long had she been holed up in here?" thought Pathway. Unbeknownst to the stallion, Grim had been practicing her magics when she realized she needed more Magical energy to continue... but the critters of the castles gardens would no longer go near her and the EMP trainees and the Field Marshal would certainly know if she took energy from them. Grim knew that if she didn't get her hunger under control someone would get hurt. So she reclused herself in the back of the library, hoping no one would look for her until she could learn to manage her need. Unfortunately Pathway did find her, and as he approached her, she seemed completely oblivious to his presence. In her withdrawals and depression, she had become oblivious to her surroundings and had even forgot to eat. Pathway gently nudged the mare, a nudge that caused Grim to snap back to reality. Overtaken with addiction, grim lunged at the pony, catching him off guard as she tackled him to the ground, bringing her hooves down on his neck. With her hooves on the stallions neck and the stallion gasping for air, the mare only felt exasperated as his magical energy flowed into her being. After temporarily draining the stallion, Grim snapped back into reality just in time to remove her hooves from his airway. Grim stood over the stallion as he lay unconscious on the floor. Although he was still breathing, Grim was mortified at what she had done, what she had become.

So without a word of explanation, Grimhollow left EMP training and has since retreated to the Everfree to protect others from herself and her addiction. No one is quite sure where she lives in the Everfree except perhaps Zeccora. The two maintain a good friendship despite Grims depressing mood. Zeccora has even been helping Grim deal with her needs through alternative sources such as artifacts. Still, Grim refuses to rejoin society, believing herself to be a danger to others, who needs to be ostracized and shunned to protect others from herself. Instead, she has taken to living off the land of the Everfree. For the past 6 months, she has lived in near solitude with nothing but her precious magic, that is both her gift and her curse, to keep her occupied. Grim is perfectly happy to leave the world alone as long as it left her alone in the process.

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Re: Character Submissions

Postby Knight Tyrfang » Sat May 17, 2014 4:32 pm

Retiring Bubbles, and sending her to school. Her mother's taking the slot instead.

Name: Humble Trot (Born: Silver Lining)
Race: Unicorn
Age: 42
Gender: Female
Appearance: Rather normal looking, Humble looks pretty well for her age, maybe a few years younger. Dressing modestly, and usually the only thing she'd wear would be a shopkeeper's apron, but she carries herself like a noblewoman. Just like her daughter, her hair's also a little poofy as well, but she ties it back in a bun, which keeps it under control well.
Body/Coat color: light grey
Mane/Feather colors: straw yellow
Eye: Green
Faction: Peacekeepers
Cutie Mark: A spool of silver string
Special Talent: Persuasion and Speech

Personality: A kind, motherly mare, Humble is a gentle and simple pony with a complicated past, though she tends to like teasing those she cares about a little bit. In a complicated situation, she'd prefer to use cunning and her abilities to address it, but if push comes to shove, she wouldn't hesitate to use force.

Bio: Silver Lining grew up on the streets as a homeless orphan in Fillydelphia, with no memory of why she was in that situation beforehand. She survived, barely, by scavenging for scraps of food from garbage cans, and begged if needed, along with resorting to stealing from food vendors if she got desperate.

On the day her Cutiemark appeared, young Silver was starving, and too weak to steal or scavenge. Out of desperation, the little filly went straight into a store, and pleaded and tried to persuade the shop owner (who, by the way, was notoriously selfish) to give her something to eat, and a place to stay for the night. Much to her surprise, he obliged willingly, and Humble realized her talent.

From there on, Silver began to use her ability to help her get out of poverty, along with aiding others as well. Eventually she began to gain sentiment from all of the vagrants of the city, and she ended up forming the Fillydelphia Mafia, whose motto was "Get what you can, with both parties smiling." It was an underground criminal organization, who many of the populous actually benefited from. Silver was happy, becoming noblewoman thanks to this, an eventually married a stallion on impulse, and had a little girl.

However, one day, everything changed when one day, she heard that their organization was being investigated by a straight shooting detective, famously known through Fillydelphia for cracking cold cases. Unbeknownst to Silver, who was trying to figure out a way to get this pony in their good books, her husband went ahead, and called a hit on him and his family. Upon hearing this, the mare went personally to try and stop it, but was too late as she arrived to the burning building, where she found a child staring dumbfounded and horrified at the scene. From the information gathered, Silver recognized the child as the daughter of the detective and his wife.

She left Fillydelphia promptly, where she changed her name to Humble Origins, wandered the countryside, before finding herself in the town of Stonehoof. Humble opened up a shop there, and learned how to maintain a good honest business, most of her wares made by herself. There, she met a kind young stallion by the name of Steady Trot, and the two married and had a boy named Noble Trot, and later a little girl named Bubbling Trot. Noble eventually got his cutie mark at school during art class, and Bubbles got hers really early, when Humble found the little infant preferred to play with the 'Fresh Ingredients' the store sold, rather than the doll that she had painstakingly made for her.

Noble and Steady Trot joined the Peacekeepers when the war started, while Humble stayed at home and taught herself Potion making, so she could teach Bubbles when she grew older. Although far from becoming a master, she learned enough to teach Bubbles later.

Humble had to evacuate, with her daughter, when Stonehoof was attacked. Hearing her husband and son had been killed, she decided to move to somewhere more remote and less likely targeted, and traveled to the frontier town of Appleoosa, where she set up shop, and did her best to raise her daughter from there. She made friends with the rest of the townsfolk, and the rest is history.
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Re: Character Submissions

Postby ExTecha » Sun May 25, 2014 8:47 pm

Name: Wild Mark/Unknown
Race: Pegasus
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Appearance: Having neared maturity, Wild has become quite lithe and spry. Still, rigorous exercise and physical tests have made her muscles hard as stone. Wild keeps her hair pulled back in braids with feathers and beads tied in, with the exception of her mother's braid, which she has tied into her hair and hangs long along the side of her face. Wild keeps an assortment of tools and ingredients in a satchel tightly fitted against her side. Dressing as weather permits, Wild is rather fond of her slightly muddled brown coat and her assortment of belts that she keeps her weapons and foraging tools in. Wild always carries her father's book, which has it's own pouch fitted to one of her legs as well as her sword, dagger, and bow and arrow.
Body/Coat color: Grey
Mane/Feathers color: White
Tail/Talons color: White
Eye: Purple
Faction: Equestria
Cutie Mark: Rifle adorned with fangs and feathers
Special Talent: Hunting/Marksmanship
Personality: Wild Mark is often kind, always going out of her way to help others. Having lost her parents and her sister, Wild understands the cruelties of the world and it's monsters. Thus she has made it her mission to help those in need and hunt the predators who would prey on her kind. Wild herself is quite patient, researching her hunts and picking precise methods when time permits. When a challenge proves particularly difficult and a direct confrontation arises, Wild let's her unnamed alter ego assume control. Her alter ego is often rash and takes little serious. She love the thrill of a fight, feeling like it's her purpose in life, like she was born to fight.

Bio: Wild Mark grew up in the frontier town of Hoofstone with her parents, Arid Fringe (Father) and Graceful Whisper (Mother), and and her elder unicorn sister, Pin Point. Her father was a forager and hunter by trade while Whisper was a retired Royal Guard and instructor. When Whisper left the guard, she left her brother, Arcane Wright, behind in Canterlot to fill in her position while she became a mother of two and followed and protected her husband on his many dangerous hunts.

Years passed and the two sisters soon blossomed. Once they reached a reasonable age, they were allowed training and participation in the family exploits. The desert of the Hoofterlands and the Everfree were practically second homes for her family. While she exceeded in her lessons in both combat and the hunt, and while her sister was a far superior shot (not mention aided by magic), Wild's wings gave her a far superior agility. The only thing that made Wild happier than her lessons and burying her nose in the notes her father kept on different plants and predators, and when Uncle Wright came to visit for leave. Her uncle always took the time to bring her something knew, monster books or trap manuals. Whatever he could whisk away from the Canterlot library for a while. Life was perfect.

When the attacks on Marehaven, Las Haygas, and Hoofstone came, no one was ready for it. The swarms of dragons covered the sky above Hoofstone, and before long fire rained from the sky. Wild and her sister watched as their parents ran out to help defend the townsfolk. Everything went from bad to worse, the fillies watched their mother get swooped up and dropped onto the flagpole in the center of town and she held her father's book tight in tears as he was ripped asunder trying to get to his wife. Soon the fires were spread to all the homes and the dragons were searching door to door. Soon enough a dragon burst through the door of the families of the small townhouse of the family, finding the two girls hiding in the closet, Wild crying quivering as her older sister standing over her. Pin did her best to shield them but the dragon quickly broke through, snatching Pin away from her cowering sister. Wild looked on as the dragon held Pin up by her mane. What could she do? She wasn't strong enough for this... she needed help.

As if answering her prayers, a voice echoed through her head, saying that sisters always help sisters. The voice soon took control of Wild's body with a grin and a bounce in it's step. Moving quick than Wild ever could and striking decisive blows on the Dragon's anatomy that wild herself had memorized from her father's book. Yet as the new personality assaulted the dragon's with a childish glee, the fiery building began to crumble. Having been let go of in the heat of battle, Pin caught her breath only to notice the main beam of the house giving out. In a mad dash, Pin rushed to her younger sister. The beam crasher to the floor, catching the dragon on the head, but Pin managed to push wild out of the way and through the alley side window, only to have the main beam fall on her own back, crushing her on the floor. Wild and her new protector could only watch as the building crumbled down on top of her sister, the filly's screams echoing from within. The dragon's quickly fled the smoldering ruins of what was once Hoofstone behind, leaving Wild all alone with nothing but corpses, ash, and her new sister to keep her company.

For four days, Wild gathered up as many body's as she could, even going so far as to bury them all by the flagpole. She made sure to hold on to her mother's braid and her father's book of plants an monsters. For 3 days she didn't dug holes, didn't eat, didn't sleep, and didn't drink. She promised herself she'd live up to her family's name. Be the hunter she was born to be. As the fourth day came around, her body ached and starved, her vision blurred and she could barely move. As her body collapsed on the town's barren floor, she could hear rustling behind her and as her vision faded, she could see an outline of a pony-esque creature running towards her and the words "SOMEPONY'S STILL ALIVE!"

Days later, Wild awoke in a Canterlot hospital bed with her Uncle Wright crying over her bedside. It seems Arcane Wright led the scouting team to Hoofstone to check on his loved ones, yet after seeing Wild unconscious before the graves of his sister, niece, brother-in-law, and at least fifteen other townsfolk, he broke down in tears and had been crying off and on at Wild's bedside. After debriefing the Royal Guard, Wild and her uncle made an oath to look out for one another and never stop hunting those that would hunt their kind. Since then Wild has become a hunter in her own right. Nearing adulthood, she has trained and studied rigorously with her uncle throughout the year. She often traverses the Everfree and other predatory hunting grounds alone while Arcane occupies himself with his EMP duties. She has come to think of her split personality as a boon since it far exceeds her combative capabilities and has since begun to think of it like a sister. Still nothing could fill the void of her family. She carries her father's semi-charred hoofwritten book everywhere she goes, even adding more pages when the situation arises.

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Re: Character Submissions

Postby MagusZeal » Tue May 27, 2014 7:39 pm

Humble Trot is approved.

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Retiring Bubbles, and sending her to school. Her mother's taking the slot instead.

Name: Humble Trot (Born: Silver Lining)
Race: Unicorn
Age: 42
Gender: Female
Appearance: Rather normal looking, Humble looks pretty well for her age, maybe a few years younger. Dressing modestly, and usually the only thing she'd wear would be a shopkeeper's apron, but she carries herself like a noblewoman. Just like her daughter, her hair's also a little poofy as well, but she ties it back in a bun, which keeps it under control well.
Body/Coat color: light grey
Mane/Feather colors: straw yellow
Eye: Green
Faction: Peacekeepers
Cutie Mark: A spool of silver string
Special Talent: Persuasion and Speech

Personality: A kind, motherly mare, Humble is a gentle and simple pony with a complicated past, though she tends to like teasing those she cares about a little bit. In a complicated situation, she'd prefer to use cunning and her abilities to address it, but if push comes to shove, she wouldn't hesitate to use force.

Bio: Silver Lining grew up on the streets as a homeless orphan in Fillydelphia, with no memory of why she was in that situation beforehand. She survived, barely, by scavenging for scraps of food from garbage cans, and begged if needed, along with resorting to stealing from food vendors if she got desperate.

On the day her Cutiemark appeared, young Silver was starving, and too weak to steal or scavenge. Out of desperation, the little filly went straight into a store, and pleaded and tried to persuade the shop owner (who, by the way, was notoriously selfish) to give her something to eat, and a place to stay for the night. Much to her surprise, he obliged willingly, and Humble realized her talent.

From there on, Silver began to use her ability to help her get out of poverty, along with aiding others as well. Eventually she began to gain sentiment from all of the vagrants of the city, and she ended up forming the Fillydelphia Mafia, whose motto was "Get what you can, with both parties smiling." It was an underground criminal organization, who many of the populous actually benefited from. Silver was happy, becoming noblewoman thanks to this, an eventually married a stallion on impulse, and had a little girl.

However, one day, everything changed when one day, she heard that their organization was being investigated by a straight shooting detective, famously known through Fillydelphia for cracking cold cases. Unbeknownst to Silver, who was trying to figure out a way to get this pony in their good books, her husband went ahead, and called a hit on him and his family. Upon hearing this, the mare went personally to try and stop it, but was too late as she arrived to the burning building, where she found a child staring dumbfounded and horrified at the scene. From the information gathered, Silver recognized the child as the daughter of the detective and his wife.

She left Fillydelphia promptly, where she changed her name to Humble Origins, wandered the countryside, before finding herself in the town of Stonehoof. Humble opened up a shop there, and learned how to maintain a good honest business, most of her wares made by herself. There, she met a kind young stallion by the name of Steady Trot, and the two married and had a boy named Noble Trot, and later a little girl named Bubbling Trot. Noble eventually got his cutie mark at school during art class, and Bubbles got hers really early, when Humble found the little infant preferred to play with the 'Fresh Ingredients' the store sold, rather than the doll that she had painstakingly made for her.

Noble and Steady Trot joined the Peacekeepers when the war started, while Humble stayed at home and taught herself Potion making, so she could teach Bubbles when she grew older. Although far from becoming a master, she learned enough to teach Bubbles later.

Humble had to evacuate, with her daughter, when Stonehoof was attacked. Hearing her husband and son had been killed, she decided to move to somewhere more remote and less likely targeted, and traveled to the frontier town of Appleoosa, where she set up shop, and did her best to raise her daughter from there. She made friends with the rest of the townsfolk, and the rest is history.


Wild Mark is approved.

Spoiler:
Name: Wild Mark/Unknown
Race: Pegasus
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Appearance: Having neared maturity, Wild has become quite lithe and spry. Still, rigorous exercise and physical tests have made her muscles hard as stone. Wild keeps her hair pulled back in braids with feathers and beads tied in, with the exception of her mother's braid, which she has tied into her hair and hangs long along the side of her face. Wild keeps an assortment of tools and ingredients in a satchel tightly fitted against her side. Dressing as weather permits, Wild is rather fond of her slightly muddled brown coat and her assortment of belts that she keeps her weapons and foraging tools in. Wild always carries her father's book, which has it's own pouch fitted to one of her legs as well as her sword, dagger, and bow and arrow.
Body/Coat color: Grey
Mane/Feathers color: White
Tail/Talons color: White
Eye: Purple
Faction: Equestria
Cutie Mark: Rifle adorned with fangs and feathers
Special Talent: Hunting/Marksmanship
Personality: Wild Mark is often kind, always going out of her way to help others. Having lost her parents and her sister, Wild understands the cruelties of the world and it's monsters. Thus she has made it her mission to help those in need and hunt the predators who would prey on her kind. Wild herself is quite patient, researching her hunts and picking precise methods when time permits. When a challenge proves particularly difficult and a direct confrontation arises, Wild let's her unnamed alter ego assume control. Her alter ego is often rash and takes little serious. She love the thrill of a fight, feeling like it's her purpose in life, like she was born to fight.

Bio: Wild Mark grew up in the frontier town of Hoofstone with her parents, Arid Fringe (Father) and Graceful Whisper (Mother), and and her elder unicorn sister, Pin Point. Her father was a forager and hunter by trade while Whisper was a retired Royal Guard and instructor. When Whisper left the guard, she left her brother, Arcane Wright, behind in Canterlot to fill in her position while she became a mother of two and followed and protected her husband on his many dangerous hunts.

Years passed and the two sisters soon blossomed. Once they reached a reasonable age, they were allowed training and participation in the family exploits. The desert of the Hoofterlands and the Everfree were practically second homes for her family. While she exceeded in her lessons in both combat and the hunt, and while her sister was a far superior shot (not mention aided by magic), Wild's wings gave her a far superior agility. The only thing that made Wild happier than her lessons and burying her nose in the notes her father kept on different plants and predators, and when Uncle Wright came to visit for leave. Her uncle always took the time to bring her something knew, monster books or trap manuals. Whatever he could whisk away from the Canterlot library for a while. Life was perfect.

When the attacks on Marehaven, Las Haygas, and Hoofstone came, no one was ready for it. The swarms of dragons covered the sky above Hoofstone, and before long fire rained from the sky. Wild and her sister watched as their parents ran out to help defend the townsfolk. Everything went from bad to worse, the fillies watched their mother get swooped up and dropped onto the flagpole in the center of town and she held her father's book tight in tears as he was ripped asunder trying to get to his wife. Soon the fires were spread to all the homes and the dragons were searching door to door. Soon enough a dragon burst through the door of the families of the small townhouse of the family, finding the two girls hiding in the closet, Wild crying quivering as her older sister standing over her. Pin did her best to shield them but the dragon quickly broke through, snatching Pin away from her cowering sister. Wild looked on as the dragon held Pin up by her mane. What could she do? She wasn't strong enough for this... she needed help.

As if answering her prayers, a voice echoed through her head, saying that sisters always help sisters. The voice soon took control of Wild's body with a grin and a bounce in it's step. Moving quick than Wild ever could and striking decisive blows on the Dragon's anatomy that wild herself had memorized from her father's book. Yet as the new personality assaulted the dragon's with a childish glee, the fiery building began to crumble. Having been let go of in the heat of battle, Pin caught her breath only to notice the main beam of the house giving out. In a mad dash, Pin rushed to her younger sister. The beam crasher to the floor, catching the dragon on the head, but Pin managed to push wild out of the way and through the alley side window, only to have the main beam fall on her own back, crushing her on the floor. Wild and her new protector could only watch as the building crumbled down on top of her sister, the filly's screams echoing from within. The dragon's quickly fled the smoldering ruins of what was once Hoofstone behind, leaving Wild all alone with nothing but corpses, ash, and her new sister to keep her company.

For four days, Wild gathered up as many body's as she could, even going so far as to bury them all by the flagpole. She made sure to hold on to her mother's braid and her father's book of plants an monsters. For 3 days she didn't dug holes, didn't eat, didn't sleep, and didn't drink. She promised herself she'd live up to her family's name. Be the hunter she was born to be. As the fourth day came around, her body ached and starved, her vision blurred and she could barely move. As her body collapsed on the town's barren floor, she could hear rustling behind her and as her vision faded, she could see an outline of a pony-esque creature running towards her and the words "SOMEPONY'S STILL ALIVE!"

Days later, Wild awoke in a Canterlot hospital bed with her Uncle Wright crying over her bedside. It seems Arcane Wright led the scouting team to Hoofstone to check on his loved ones, yet after seeing Wild unconscious before the graves of his sister, niece, brother-in-law, and at least fifteen other townsfolk, he broke down in tears and had been crying off and on at Wild's bedside. After debriefing the Royal Guard, Wild and her uncle made an oath to look out for one another and never stop hunting those that would hunt their kind. Since then Wild has become a hunter in her own right. Nearing adulthood, she has trained and studied rigorously with her uncle throughout the year. She often traverses the Everfree and other predatory hunting grounds alone while Arcane occupies himself with his EMP duties. She has come to think of her split personality as a boon since it far exceeds her combative capabilities and has since begun to think of it like a sister. Still nothing could fill the void of her family. She carries her father's semi-charred hoofwritten book everywhere she goes, even adding more pages when the situation arises.

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Re: Character Submissions

Postby ExTecha » Wed Aug 27, 2014 11:49 pm

Name: Bombshell
Race: Crystal Earth Pony
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Appearance: Bombshell's crystal white skin has suffered from heavy burns, leaving patches and stripes of her body as off-color burn marks, the most noticeable of which is the burn ranging from the right side of her face down her right front. More often than not, a large brown leather trenchcoat rides along her back, her legs never in the actual sleeves (causing them to hang back in the wind or just hang at the sides) Aside from her custom made gauntlets, small leather straps are wrapped around each leg. Her blonde mane is often tied back and hanging to the right, covered only by her brown commander's bus cap.

Body/Coat color: Crystal White (Burn spots and stripes are a mix of off white/burnt flesh colored)
Mane/Feathers color: Blonde
Tail/Talons color: Blonde
Eye: Brown
Faction: Equestrian
Cutie Mark: A pisspot with a burning fuse inside of a gear
Special Talent: Munitions Design and Close Quarters Brawling
Personality: Bombshell is a fairly likeable personality. Always optimistic and the joker. Still, Bombshell knows that not every situation calls for humor. When it comes to protecting her troops, friends, and family Bombshell's personality can become cold towards those that would do them harm. Bombshell becomes a quiet isolationist when left to her own devices in a lab, often too focused to pay attention to anyone or anything else. In the warzone or just the occasional brawl she's been known to indulge in, her excitement shows.

Bio: Bombshell's story follows just like her little sister's (Glinting Blow). As children, Bombshell would always tease and pick on her little sister, not unlike any other pair of siblings. Her favorite thing to do was wrestle, a contest Glint has still yet to trump her in. As the two grew older, Bombshell took interest in anything of mechanical origin, taking apart toys, clocks, or anything with gears or similar mechanisms. She would disassemble them and try to mix and match.

When Sombra took power, Bombshell stood by her family. And when the family was rounded up, Bombshell wrung the neck of the soldier that layed hoof on her little sister. For the violent outburst, Bombshell was separated from her family and sent to work in a connected mine to work double shifts in solitude. Her only moments with her sister and the other workers was during the very few hours she got to sleep and eat, even fewer considering she often spent that time helping her sister spread good stories and lifting spirits. After a year, the teen turned mare hit a pocket of a hard mineral that burst outward in a small fiery burst. While uninjured, this mineral proved to be a problem in times to come... it was like mining on a minefield. Time and time again, Bombshell hit pockets like these causing small burns and injuries... still, she was forced to work without leniency, much to her family's concern. After a while though, she came to recognize the mineral and began to avoid it though. Before long, however, the mineral pockets seemed to be all that was left... to get to the other crystals, she would have to mine through the minerals.

Before that time came however, the unnatural silence filled the adjacent mineshaft, a sound that she hadn't heard since her time in the mine. Before long she could hear the roars filling the other caverns and could only guess what was going on. Still, she had to deal with her own guards. Soon the four guards rushed in to keep her from joining her family and the other workers. She wouldn't be able to take them all on. In a last ditch-effort, Bombshell struck at one of the large explosive deposits sparking an explosive reaction in the cavern sending her and the guards flying from the cavern. Her crystal skin ablaze, and rolling in the dirt in agony, she blacked out

When she awoke, she was shocked to discover that time had left her and her family behind. Still, she knew others would threaten her family and set off into this new world with her younger sister to make a difference. Since then she has made a difference in the war against the alliance. Elevating through the ranks, she established the Experimental Engineer Corps. They would be the first ones to test out the experimental designs in the field. Having developed the mineral that had made her years in the caverns into one of the foundations of Equestrian munitions and explosives, Bombshell created a few personal devices for herself. Mainly her gauntlets that when enough force is applied (through a punch) for instance, a group of shells would burst out towards the victim. Still as she elevated through the ranks, she kept tabs on her sister, her home, and her family. Vowing that she would never be powerless like she once had been.

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Re: Character Submissions

Postby Two Bits » Fri Aug 29, 2014 8:31 pm

Name: Nightflight

Race: Pegasus

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance: Wiry, lean, and nimble; just a little below average height. Very physically fit, though ranking more in the the "speed, agility, and endurance" side than "sheer force of strength". Her mane is cut short, with a choppy forelock and a general appearance of tousled shorn edges. The tail follows in the same suit, though remains at full length. In addition to a simple dagger sheathed and bound to her left forehoof, Nightflight also has carefully rigged an array of smaller, more subtle blades underneath some of her wing feathers, for use either in a surprise wing-thrash slashing attack, or to be detached as throwing knifes or backup weapons.

Body/Coat color: Charcoal gray

Mane/Feathers color: Mane is pitch black; wing feathers are the same gray as her coat, but dusted with vaguely darker coloration along the outer primaries and feather tips.

Tail/Talons color: Black

Eye: Goldish-brown

Faction: Bounty Hunter

Cutie Mark: a black silhouette of an outstretched wing, surrounded with three small white stars

Special Talent: Nighttime/darkness flying and navigation

Personality: Nightflight is--perhaps not surprisingly--a night owl. She feels her best when the stars show themselves in the sky, when all other ponies have fallen asleep and the world is peaceful and cloaked in shadow and silver moonlight. Of course, all her nighttime escapades do leave her rather tired during the day, and while she can stay awake enough to function at her job she becomes somewhat slow, dull, and indisposed to chatter, tending to spend most of her free daytime reading or eating. Other ponies will find it far easier to befriend her after the sun goes down, when her personality livens and she becomes more amicable and responsive--or even a bit of a dry smart aleck, when she's feeling bold or riled up enough. Although Nightflight can be sociable and enjoy friendly and rambunctious company to a point, too much noise or interaction can still overwhelm the quiet pony, and what she truly values is those cathartic nights spent alone, testing her limits or even just admiring a moonlit landscape from the freedom of the skies. In this vein, one of her eventual goals for after the end of the war (perhaps the only clearly defined one right now, to be honest) is to someday make a cross-country flight across Equestria, beyond the Badlands and to the northern tundra, and then back again--all by the gentle light of Princess Luna's moon and stars.

Regardless of not officially being part of the military or any other organized order, Nightflight still makes a point of keeping up a fitness regime out of necessity for both her day job and her less confrontational nocturnal ventures (plus, she's come to take a fair bit of pride in her lean and healthy physique, and is not about to let it collect idle bulk anytime soon!) That said, to the surprise of some starting to know her, she DOES also enjoy her fair share of reading when circumstance allows (primarily fantasies or comedic novels, with some literary masterworks sprinkled in), browsing comics, and even a little bit of tabletop dice-rolling, and while far from being a master of any she can certainly surprise ponies sometimes with the gleeful, geeky-grinning references and explanations she spouts out from time to time.

Bio: Nightflight was but a wee little schoolfilly the weekend she, her parents, and a couple of other pegasi with their foals went group camping in the mountains near her birthtown, Las Pegasus. Nightie was a reclusive little filly, preferring to entertain herself rather than spend much time mingling with other ponies--but she was rather adventurous, and on their second night at the campsite the two other foals did manage to talk her into sneaking away for an unsupervised exploration of the mountains while their parents slept. After some minutes it became apparent the other foals were approaching their adventurous thresholds, as they stuck mainly to the ground and the lower branches of what trees were around--Nightflight, however, continued to venture boldly higher and higher, right up near the top of the tree line. She had barely spent two minutes looking out over the mountains from a treetop before a strong gust suddenly blew in, lifted her up, and tossed her wildly back at the trees, much to the horror of the other foals watching.

Frightened, Nightie acted on first impulse, unfurled her wings and shifted her weight to veer aside, barely avoiding a collision with a tree trunk. And the next. And the one after that. All other thought was driven from her mind as the filly focused only on what was immediately in front of her, twisting, swerving, and looping past all night-shadowed obstacles and danger with a dexterity and instinct usually heard of only in practiced mares and stallions. Even after she was able to slow her momentum and come to a shaken landing safe on the ground, Nightflight stood frozen for a few moments, head swimming with the roaring thrill and rush of racing and navigating almost blind through an unknown environment, alone in the cold shadows of night with the wind's chill surging through her feathers and coat. Far from being terrified by the experience, Nightie found that she had LOVED it. Somehow, the uncertainty and adrenaline of what had just happened struck a chord in the young filly, igniting a craving for thrill and excitement that she had never known she possessed. In that moment she was finally brought back down to earth by a silvery glow building at her flank, and she turned her head to find her cutie mark materializing in what remained of its fading light.

Even after she grew enough to move out on her own and get a temp job helping supervise Las Pegasus' cloud surfing attraction, she would spend her nights heading out of town to find newer, riskier environments and places to race through in the moonlight, over time honing her courage and reflexes enough to begin considering making a living off of it somehow. She never did think of how to make it happen, though her nighttime talents made her a valuable contributor to the occasional nocturnal search and rescue down below the clouds. Once news of the revived Dragon War reached her ears, however, Nightflight realized she was not content to merely stay at home and twiddle her hooves hoping other ponies would make things better. Even if she didn't quite feel fit to officially join the army, she felt she could at least start by helping to keep things a little safer on the home front. So it was that after setting aside a number of months teaching herself how to deftly handle small blades and some limited unarmed hoof-to-hoof combat, Nightflight set out to make a name for herself as a bounty hunter, tracking down and subduing wanted criminals or other creatures with warrants through nonlethal means if possible, but with more force when necessary.

(Nightflight's start in the RP will be after several months of tracking down outlaws, and my intent is for her to eventually work her way up to joining the Freelancers division of the Peacekeepers.)

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Re: Character Submissions

Postby MagusZeal » Sat Aug 30, 2014 3:52 am

Bombshell is approved.

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Name: Bombshell
Race: Crystal Earth Pony
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Appearance: Bombshell's crystal white skin has suffered from heavy burns, leaving patches and stripes of her body as off-color burn marks, the most noticeable of which is the burn ranging from the right side of her face down her right front. More often than not, a large brown leather trenchcoat rides along her back, her legs never in the actual sleeves (causing them to hang back in the wind or just hang at the sides) Aside from her custom made gauntlets, small leather straps are wrapped around each leg. Her blonde mane is often tied back and hanging to the right, covered only by her brown commander's bus cap.

Body/Coat color: Crystal White (Burn spots and stripes are a mix of off white/burnt flesh colored)
Mane/Feathers color: Blonde
Tail/Talons color: Blonde
Eye: Brown
Faction: Equestrian
Cutie Mark: A pisspot with a burning fuse inside of a gear
Special Talent: Munitions Design and Close Quarters Brawling
Personality: Bombshell is a fairly likeable personality. Always optimistic and the joker. Still, Bombshell knows that not every situation calls for humor. When it comes to protecting her troops, friends, and family Bombshell's personality can become cold towards those that would do them harm. Bombshell becomes a quiet isolationist when left to her own devices in a lab, often too focused to pay attention to anyone or anything else. In the warzone or just the occasional brawl she's been known to indulge in, her excitement shows.

Bio: Bombshell's story follows just like her little sister's (Glinting Blow). As children, Bombshell would always tease and pick on her little sister, not unlike any other pair of siblings. Her favorite thing to do was wrestle, a contest Glint has still yet to trump her in. As the two grew older, Bombshell took interest in anything of mechanical origin, taking apart toys, clocks, or anything with gears or similar mechanisms. She would disassemble them and try to mix and match.

When Sombra took power, Bombshell stood by her family. And when the family was rounded up, Bombshell wrung the neck of the soldier that layed hoof on her little sister. For the violent outburst, Bombshell was separated from her family and sent to work in a connected mine to work double shifts in solitude. Her only moments with her sister and the other workers was during the very few hours she got to sleep and eat, even fewer considering she often spent that time helping her sister spread good stories and lifting spirits. After a year, the teen turned mare hit a pocket of a hard mineral that burst outward in a small fiery burst. While uninjured, this mineral proved to be a problem in times to come... it was like mining on a minefield. Time and time again, Bombshell hit pockets like these causing small burns and injuries... still, she was forced to work without leniency, much to her family's concern. After a while though, she came to recognize the mineral and began to avoid it though. Before long, however, the mineral pockets seemed to be all that was left... to get to the other crystals, she would have to mine through the minerals.

Before that time came however, the unnatural silence filled the adjacent mineshaft, a sound that she hadn't heard since her time in the mine. Before long she could hear the roars filling the other caverns and could only guess what was going on. Still, she had to deal with her own guards. Soon the four guards rushed in to keep her from joining her family and the other workers. She wouldn't be able to take them all on. In a last ditch-effort, Bombshell struck at one of the large explosive deposits sparking an explosive reaction in the cavern sending her and the guards flying from the cavern. Her crystal skin ablaze, and rolling in the dirt in agony, she blacked out

When she awoke, she was shocked to discover that time had left her and her family behind. Still, she knew others would threaten her family and set off into this new world with her younger sister to make a difference. Since then she has made a difference in the war against the alliance. Elevating through the ranks, she established the Experimental Engineer Corps. They would be the first ones to test out the experimental designs in the field. Having developed the mineral that had made her years in the caverns into one of the foundations of Equestrian munitions and explosives, Bombshell created a few personal devices for herself. Mainly her gauntlets that when enough force is applied (through a punch) for instance, a group of shells would burst out towards the victim. Still as she elevated through the ranks, she kept tabs on her sister, her home, and her family. Vowing that she would never be powerless like she once had been.


Nightflight is approved.

Spoiler:
Name: Nightflight

Race: Pegasus

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance: Wiry, lean, and nimble; just a little below average height. Very physically fit, though ranking more in the the "speed, agility, and endurance" side than "sheer force of strength". Her mane is cut short, with a choppy forelock and a general appearance of tousled shorn edges. The tail follows in the same suit, though remains at full length. In addition to a simple dagger sheathed and bound to her left forehoof, Nightflight also has carefully rigged an array of smaller, more subtle blades underneath some of her wing feathers, for use either in a surprise wing-thrash slashing attack, or to be detached as throwing knifes or backup weapons.

Body/Coat color: Charcoal gray

Mane/Feathers color: Mane is pitch black; wing feathers are the same gray as her coat, but dusted with vaguely darker coloration along the outer primaries and feather tips.

Tail/Talons color: Black

Eye: Goldish-brown

Faction: Bounty Hunter

Cutie Mark: a black silhouette of an outstretched wing, surrounded with three small white stars

Special Talent: Nighttime/darkness flying and navigation

Personality: Nightflight is--perhaps not surprisingly--a night owl. She feels her best when the stars show themselves in the sky, when all other ponies have fallen asleep and the world is peaceful and cloaked in shadow and silver moonlight. Of course, all her nighttime escapades do leave her rather tired during the day, and while she can stay awake enough to function at her job she becomes somewhat slow, dull, and indisposed to chatter, tending to spend most of her free daytime reading or eating. Other ponies will find it far easier to befriend her after the sun goes down, when her personality livens and she becomes more amicable and responsive--or even a bit of a dry smart aleck, when she's feeling bold or riled up enough. Although Nightflight can be sociable and enjoy friendly and rambunctious company to a point, too much noise or interaction can still overwhelm the quiet pony, and what she truly values is those cathartic nights spent alone, testing her limits or even just admiring a moonlit landscape from the freedom of the skies. In this vein, one of her eventual goals for after the end of the war (perhaps the only clearly defined one right now, to be honest) is to someday make a cross-country flight across Equestria, beyond the Badlands and to the northern tundra, and then back again--all by the gentle light of Princess Luna's moon and stars.

Regardless of not officially being part of the military or any other organized order, Nightflight still makes a point of keeping up a fitness regime out of necessity for both her day job and her less confrontational nocturnal ventures (plus, she's come to take a fair bit of pride in her lean and healthy physique, and is not about to let it collect idle bulk anytime soon!) That said, to the surprise of some starting to know her, she DOES also enjoy her fair share of reading when circumstance allows (primarily fantasies or comedic novels, with some literary masterworks sprinkled in), browsing comics, and even a little bit of tabletop dice-rolling, and while far from being a master of any she can certainly surprise ponies sometimes with the gleeful, geeky-grinning references and explanations she spouts out from time to time.

Bio: Nightflight was but a wee little schoolfilly the weekend she, her parents, and a couple of other pegasi with their foals went group camping in the mountains near her birthtown, Las Pegasus. Nightie was a reclusive little filly, preferring to entertain herself rather than spend much time mingling with other ponies--but she was rather adventurous, and on their second night at the campsite the two other foals did manage to talk her into sneaking away for an unsupervised exploration of the mountains while their parents slept. After some minutes it became apparent the other foals were approaching their adventurous thresholds, as they stuck mainly to the ground and the lower branches of what trees were around--Nightflight, however, continued to venture boldly higher and higher, right up near the top of the tree line. She had barely spent two minutes looking out over the mountains from a treetop before a strong gust suddenly blew in, lifted her up, and tossed her wildly back at the trees, much to the horror of the other foals watching.

Frightened, Nightie acted on first impulse, unfurled her wings and shifted her weight to veer aside, barely avoiding a collision with a tree trunk. And the next. And the one after that. All other thought was driven from her mind as the filly focused only on what was immediately in front of her, twisting, swerving, and looping past all night-shadowed obstacles and danger with a dexterity and instinct usually heard of only in practiced mares and stallions. Even after she was able to slow her momentum and come to a shaken landing safe on the ground, Nightflight stood frozen for a few moments, head swimming with the roaring thrill and rush of racing and navigating almost blind through an unknown environment, alone in the cold shadows of night with the wind's chill surging through her feathers and coat. Far from being terrified by the experience, Nightie found that she had LOVED it. Somehow, the uncertainty and adrenaline of what had just happened struck a chord in the young filly, igniting a craving for thrill and excitement that she had never known she possessed. In that moment she was finally brought back down to earth by a silvery glow building at her flank, and she turned her head to find her cutie mark materializing in what remained of its fading light.

Even after she grew enough to move out on her own and get a temp job helping supervise Las Pegasus' cloud surfing attraction, she would spend her nights heading out of town to find newer, riskier environments and places to race through in the moonlight, over time honing her courage and reflexes enough to begin considering making a living off of it somehow. She never did think of how to make it happen, though her nighttime talents made her a valuable contributor to the occasional nocturnal search and rescue down below the clouds. Once news of the revived Dragon War reached her ears, however, Nightflight realized she was not content to merely stay at home and twiddle her hooves hoping other ponies would make things better. Even if she didn't quite feel fit to officially join the army, she felt she could at least start by helping to keep things a little safer on the home front. So it was that after setting aside a number of months teaching herself how to deftly handle small blades and some limited unarmed hoof-to-hoof combat, Nightflight set out to make a name for herself as a bounty hunter, tracking down and subduing wanted criminals or other creatures with warrants through nonlethal means if possible, but with more force when necessary.

(Nightflight's start in the RP will be after several months of tracking down outlaws, and my intent is for her to eventually work her way up to joining the Freelancers division of the Peacekeepers.)

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Re: Character Submissions

Postby ExTecha » Sun Oct 05, 2014 10:27 pm

Name: Elegant Shard
Race: Unicorn
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://i.imgur.com/W4yv6Na.png (As a Colt)
http://i.imgur.com/kn5TPcG.jpg (Adult)

Body/Coat color: White (More often seen in other colors due to his Glamor spell)
Mane/Feathers color: Purple, cascading down to red (More often seen in other colors due to his Glamor spell)
Tail/Talons color: Purple, cascading down to red (More often seen in other colors due to his Glamor spell)
Eye: Purple (More often seen in other colors due to his Glamor spell)
Faction: E.M.P.
Cutie Mark: http://i.imgur.com/LAb6Shv.png
Special Talent: Glass Manipulation Magic

Personality: Kind and caring, Elegant always puts others first. Even in a fight, Elegant will always choose the nonlethal path until he is no longer given a choice. Elegant is a caregiver and believes even the DA deserves a chance. Still while this often puts him at odds with his twin sister, Nightingale, he still holds firm to his beliefs. Elegant has always brought joy and beuty to others through his modeling, singing, and dancing career. When not tending to his E.M.P. duties, he is often seen tending to the sick and injured with Fluttershy and Rarity, improving morale with Pinkie Pie, performing with Vinyl Scratch and Octavia, or embracing his modeling career with Photo Finish. Though he can hold his own with the best of the E.M.P's, he prefers to take the war off the mind's of his fellow ponies... even if only for a little while.


Bio: Fashion Model, Musician, Caregiver, and Caregiver. All word used to describe Elegant Shard.

Since his colthood, Elegant has always been the sentimentally beautiful soul. Born into a lower class life in Canterlot, as one-half of a pair of twins, Elegant was no doubt the sweetest of the pair. While his twin sister toiled over her studies, Elegant surrounded himself with admirers. Making objects of beauty such as glass flowers and sculptures for all of the other colts and fillies. Elegant was always the first colt to be asked to any school dance or outing, yet he always refused, saying that he would prefer to dance with them all rather than cause fighting amongst them. His fascination with beautiful things only grew with time, and although it marked him as different than other colt's his age, he set out to embrace it.

While Nightingale was sent to Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, Elegant underwent training of his own. For year's Elegant pursued all facets of beautiful expression. His mother promised him that even though his sister had received the honor of being a student in Celestia's school, he too was gifted; and so she followed every possible avenue to get him the best instructors. Dance, Fashion Design, Elocution, Crafts, Music, and Acrobatics. While his sister was blessed with the finest in Magic; he was blessed in the finest in Beauty and Art.

After year's of lessons, Elegant, who was nearly an adult, was finally ready. News of Photo Finish hosting a talent show in a few weeks in search of new "Magics," had Elegant all aflutter as he set to work immediately. His mother and father had worked themselves to the bone to see their son get the education he wanted while Nightingale was away, so he would call on their help once more to make them proud. For day's, Elegant labored to find all the materials necessary for his act and then weeks more to make sure everything was perfect. He composed a song for his father and mother to play for his act, then set about making his outfit, the materials of which he had spent all of his earnings from chores done over the years to purchase. He danced for weeks and practiced his magical routine. Finally he was ready.

Sitting through the previous acts was the hardest thing that Elegant has ever had to do, even to this day. The pressure he felt was enormous. All of the other acts were so great and all of the contestants were older and more experienced. The crowd seemed to entail nearly everyone in Canterlot. Yet as his legs trembled, two hooves pressed lightly against his shoulders, the hooves of his parents. His parents were proud of him whether he won or not, and that meant more to him than anything else in the world; and so his act finally came.

When the curtains opened, the crowd looked on as the colt, stood before them with no fashion garb on whatsoever. While they looked on bewildered, Elegant's father took his place in front of the Piano and began to play. As the piano rang out over the crowd, they looked on and marveled as vines of glass curled up the stage towards the colt. When Elegant's mother took her place on the synthesizer, the glass vines had begun to crawl up Elegant's legs; and as his father began to sing, he became encased in an orb of glass. With his father's first line of "Please don't go," The orb erupted into the shape of a large flower and standing in the center of the beautiful creation stood Elegant, wrapped in a beautiful floral outfit made of fine purple and pink silk, adorned with smaller glass flowers. Glass vines stretched up his sleeves towards his neck, then jutting out to create a beautiful collar of glass, twisted into beautiful floral decorations. His Mane was pulled back into a ponytail with his bangs still hanging neatly in front of his face. As he stepped off of the flower, it shifted into a beautiful mare made of glass, appropriate to his size. Taking it in close, the colt and the glass Mare began to dance to the music down the runway. The dance comprised of elements coming from both ballet and waltz. He was a vision of beauty and grace to all onlookers, the crowd staring in awe. As the colt and glass mare reached the end of the runway, more glass flowed from behind the stage and began to make stairs over the crowd. Soon, the pair were dancing high above the crowd, and as the two reached the top of the stairs that Elegant had created, the song ended with the glass mare appearing to melt, leaving Elegant to close his eyes, smile, and hope for the best. Immediate applause shocked the colt, as the glass stairs shifted and carried him back to the stage below. Photo Finish took the stage without hesitation, shouting out to all of Canterlot that Elegant Shard, had "The Magics."

For years to come, Elegant became a celebrity amongst the people. Traveling the world with Photo Finish, performing with great musicians such as Vinyl Scratch and Octavia, and doing everything he could to bring beauty to the world. When the first DA attack on Equestria came, Elegant joined the red hoof to help other ponies. Before long, he had begun to host benefit gala's for the red hoof and other organizations like it. Soon, Nightingale approached him with a rather unusual offer. A chance to undergo training with her to be part of a special unit of ponies who were gifted in magic. At first Elegant refused, stating that she was the magical talent in the family and that he was too focused on taking the average pony's mind away from the war by continuing to bring beautiful things to ponykind rather than more destruction. His sister then raised a good argument that he displayed as much control with his own magic as she did with hers; and that in doing this, he would be able to protect more ponies this way. After thinking on it, Elegant agreed and underwent E.M.P. training.

Since his initiation into the E.M.P. unit, Elegant has continued to devote himself to ponykind as well as the creation of beautiful art and objects. Equestria is too beautiful a place for violence and destruction, and Elegant just wants to see the beauty of it blossom.
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Re: Character Submissions

Postby MagusZeal » Tue Oct 07, 2014 1:21 pm

Elegant Shard is approved.

Spoiler:
Name: Elegant Shard
Race: Unicorn
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://i.imgur.com/W4yv6Na.png (As a Colt)
http://i.imgur.com/kn5TPcG.jpg (Adult)

Body/Coat color: White (More often seen in other colors due to his Glamor spell)
Mane/Feathers color: Purple, cascading down to red (More often seen in other colors due to his Glamor spell)
Tail/Talons color: Purple, cascading down to red (More often seen in other colors due to his Glamor spell)
Eye: Purple (More often seen in other colors due to his Glamor spell)
Faction: E.M.P.
Cutie Mark: http://i.imgur.com/LAb6Shv.png
Special Talent: Glass Manipulation Magic

Personality: Kind and caring, Elegant always puts others first. Even in a fight, Elegant will always choose the nonlethal path until he is no longer given a choice. Elegant is a caregiver and believes even the DA deserves a chance. Still while this often puts him at odds with his twin sister, Dusk, he still holds firm to his beliefs. Elegant has always brought joy and beuty to others through his modeling, singing, and dancing career. When not tending to his E.M.P. duties, he is often seen tending to the sick and injured with Fluttershy and Rarity, improving morale with Pinkie Pie, performing with Vinyl Scratch and Octavia, or embracing his modeling career with Photo Finish. Though he can hold his own with the best of the E.M.P's, he prefers to take the war off the mind's of his fellow ponies... even if only for a little while.


Bio: Fashion Model, Musician, Caregiver, and Caregiver. All word used to describe Elegant Shard.

Since his colthood, Elegant has always been the sentimentally beautiful soul. Born into a lower class life in Canterlot, as one-half of a pair of twins, Elegant was no doubt the sweetest of the pair. While his twin sister toiled over her studies, Elegant surrounded himself with admirers. Making objects of beauty such as glass flowers and sculptures for all of the other colts and fillies. Elegant was always the first colt to be asked to any school dance or outing, yet he always refused, saying that he would prefer to dance with them all rather than cause fighting amongst them. His fascination with beautiful things only grew with time, and although it marked him as different than other colt's his age, he set out to embrace it.

While Dusk was sent to Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, Elegant underwent training of his own. For year's Elegant pursued all facets of beautiful expression. His mother promised him that even though his sister had received the honor of being a student in Celestia's school, he too was gifted; and so she followed every possible avenue to get him the best instructors. Dance, Fashion Design, Elocution, Crafts, Music, and Acrobatics. While his sister was blessed with the finest in Magic; he was blessed in the finest in Beauty and Art.

After year's of lessons, Elegant, who was nearly an adult, was finally ready. News of Photo Finish hosting a talent show in a few weeks in search of new "Magics," had Elegant all aflutter as he set to work immediately. His mother and father had worked themselves to the bone to see their son get the education he wanted while Dusk was away, so he would call on their help once more to make them proud. For day's, Elegant labored to find all the materials necessary for his act and then weeks more to make sure everything was perfect. He composed a song for his father and mother to play for his act, then set about making his outfit, the materials of which he had spent all of his earnings from chores done over the years to purchase. He danced for weeks and practiced his magical routine. Finally he was ready.

Sitting through the previous acts was the hardest thing that Elegant has ever had to do, even to this day. The pressure he felt was enormous. All of the other acts were so great and all of the contestants were older and more experienced. The crowd seemed to entail nearly everyone in Canterlot. Yet as his legs trembled, two hooves pressed lightly against his shoulders, the hooves of his parents. His parents were proud of him whether he won or not, and that meant more to him than anything else in the world; and so his act finally came.

When the curtains opened, the crowd looked on as the colt, stood before them with no fashion garb on whatsoever. While they looked on bewildered, Elegant's father took his place in front of the Piano and began to play. As the piano rang out over the crowd, they looked on and marveled as vines of glass curled up the stage towards the colt. When Elegant's mother took her place on the synthesizer, the glass vines had begun to crawl up Elegant's legs; and as his father began to sing, he became encased in an orb of glass. With his father's first line of "Please don't go," The orb erupted into the shape of a large flower and standing in the center of the beautiful creation stood Elegant, wrapped in a beautiful floral outfit made of fine purple and pink silk, adorned with smaller glass flowers. Glass vines stretched up his sleeves towards his neck, then jutting out to create a beautiful collar of glass, twisted into beautiful floral decorations. His Mane was pulled back into a ponytail with his bangs still hanging neatly in front of his face. As he stepped off of the flower, it shifted into a beautiful mare made of glass, appropriate to his size. Taking it in close, the colt and the glass Mare began to dance to the music down the runway. The dance comprised of elements coming from both ballet and waltz. He was a vision of beauty and grace to all onlookers, the crowd staring in awe. As the colt and glass mare reached the end of the runway, more glass flowed from behind the stage and began to make stairs over the crowd. Soon, the pair were dancing high above the crowd, and as the two reached the top of the stairs that Elegant had created, the song ended with the glass mare appearing to melt, leaving Elegant to close his eyes, smile, and hope for the best. Immediate applause shocked the colt, as the glass stairs shifted and carried him back to the stage below. Photo Finish took the stage without hesitation, shouting out to all of Canterlot that Elegant Shard, had "The Magics."

For years to come, Elegant became a celebrity amongst the people. Traveling the world with Photo Finish, performing with great musicians such as Vinyl Scratch and Octavia, and doing everything he could to bring beauty to the world. When the first DA attack on Equestria came, Elegant joined the red hoof to help other ponies. Before long, he had begun to host benefit gala's for the red hoof and other organizations like it. Soon, Dusk approached him with a rather unusual offer. A chance to undergo training with her to be part of a special unit of ponies who were gifted in magic. At first Elegant refused, stating that she was the magical talent in the family and that he was too focused on taking the average pony's mind away from the war by continuing to bring beautiful things to ponykind rather than more destruction. His sister then raised a good argument that he displayed as much control with his own magic as she did with hers; and that in doing this, he would be able to protect more ponies this way. After thinking on it, Elegant agreed and underwent E.M.P. training.

Since his initiation into the E.M.P. unit, Elegant has continued to devote himself to ponykind as well as the creation of beautiful art and objects. Equestria is too beautiful a place for violence and destruction, and Elegant just wants to see the beauty of it blossom.

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Re: Character Submissions

Postby Lucy Took » Thu Oct 09, 2014 12:45 am

Name: Renew
Race: Unicorn
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Appearance: Average size, has a unicorn body shape, but Fluttershy style eyes. Her hair is wavy, but she normally keeps it pulled up into a bun that normally will start out neat and proper, but will be messy by the end of the day.
Body/Coat color: Gray
Mane/Feathers color: A cool green
Tail/Talons color: Cool green
Eye: Purple
Faction: EMP
Cutie Mark: A heart stitched together

Special Talent: Moving cells from one part of the body to another, used almost exclusively in healing. This is applied in areas such as skin grafts that are done by moving a selection of cells that aren't needed immediately from one part of the body to cover a wound, this heals far faster than traditionally done grafts. This same principle is also applied to any tissue in the body for healing internal injuries, however brain tissue is an exception to this.

Personality: At her work, Renew is calm and collected. She cares for her patients and will be compassionate towards them, but she doesn't let any negative emotions enter the situation. Outside of patient's sight she often times will release the stress accumulated from day to day, her preferred method being writing in a diary while being emotional over a bowl of ice cream.

Bio: Renew was born in Marehaven to a father that was a doctor and a mother that was a nurse. She had what seemed to be the perfect foalhood, her sister and her were both immersed in science at a young age and were fast tracked to medical school, Renew waiting a year to go so she could be lab partners with her sister.

She discovered her core talent during her first dissection in college, she was reading the book regarding the anatomy of the frog while her sister started the cuts when she heard a member of the team next to her yelp, the scalpel of one of the ponies had slipped and he was already bleeding. Before she could even process what had happened she'd enveloped the wound and fused the skin together, stopping the bleeding and giving her her cutiemark.

Once she graduated from medical school she made her way to a hospital in Canterlot where she worked either with another surgeon to reduce risks from major surgeries or by herself in the burn ward. While the work was emotionally draining, she was happy with her life in the big city. She didn't take much advantage of the social opportunities of the city, but the libraries she spent much of her free time, reading books of math and science, perfecting her medical methods and boiling them down to mathematical equations that she engrained into many of her spells to speed up the tissue grafting process.

Once the war struck Renew signed up for the Red Hoof, seeing that her skills would be better put to use with healing wounds, something she didn't see a lot of in the Canterlot hospital, but she knew would come with a war. She wasn't there long before she was set to teaching other unicorns, something that proved to be difficult to teach since many of them didn't have the capacity to learn the spells that had math attached to it.

Her ability to integrate magic, mathematics, and medicine brought her to the attention to the newly formed Elite Magical Ponies, and soon after joining the Red Hoof she found herself being transferred to being an EMP herself. She was now faced with less patient care, and more with vast amounts of studying, both of the other EMP's magic and in simplifying her own spells so that the other ponies could use them in a practical way. While she has yet to manage to simplify mending internal organs and large amounts of skin, and mending without scaring, she has managed to have a formula with a spell attached to it that is able to be learned by a unicorn with an advanced knowledge of magic even if they don't have an advanced knowledge of biology that can be used to close a wound and reduce bleeding and risk of infection.

Aside from the study and teaching that takes up most of her time, Renew tries to do what she can to assist after battles as a doctor. She avoids being the one in charge of triage, but she is often the receiving end of the practice, treating the ponies in the worst shape that are still savable, sometimes being the only hope for a soldier with internal bleeding.
~If this should end in fire, then we should all burn together~

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Re: Character Submissions

Postby MagusZeal » Thu Oct 09, 2014 9:00 am

Renew is approved.

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Name: Renew
Race: Unicorn
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Appearance: Average size, has a unicorn body shape, but Fluttershy style eyes. Her hair is wavy, but she normally keeps it pulled up into a bun that normally will start out neat and proper, but will be messy by the end of the day.
Body/Coat color: Gray
Mane/Feathers color: A cool green
Tail/Talons color: Cool green
Eye: Purple
Faction: EMP
Cutie Mark: A heart stitched together

Special Talent: Moving cells from one part of the body to another, used almost exclusively in healing. This is applied in areas such as skin grafts that are done by moving a selection of cells that aren't needed immediately from one part of the body to cover a wound, this heals far faster than traditionally done grafts. This same principle is also applied to any tissue in the body for healing internal injuries, however brain tissue is an exception to this.

Personality: At her work, Renew is calm and collected. She cares for her patients and will be compassionate towards them, but she doesn't let any negative emotions enter the situation. Outside of patient's sight she often times will release the stress accumulated from day to day, her preferred method being writing in a diary while being emotional over a bowl of ice cream.

Bio: Renew was born in Marehaven to a father that was a doctor and a mother that was a nurse. She had what seemed to be the perfect foalhood, her sister and her were both immersed in science at a young age and were fast tracked to medical school, Renew waiting a year to go so she could be lab partners with her sister.

She discovered her core talent during her first dissection in college, she was reading the book regarding the anatomy of the frog while her sister started the cuts when she heard a member of the team next to her yelp, the scalpel of one of the ponies had slipped and he was already bleeding. Before she could even process what had happened she'd enveloped the wound and fused the skin together, stopping the bleeding and giving her her cutiemark.

Once she graduated from medical school she made her way to a hospital in Canterlot where she worked either with another surgeon to reduce risks from major surgeries or by herself in the burn ward. While the work was emotionally draining, she was happy with her life in the big city. She didn't take much advantage of the social opportunities of the city, but the libraries she spent much of her free time, reading books of math and science, perfecting her medical methods and boiling them down to mathematical equations that she engrained into many of her spells to speed up the tissue grafting process.

Once the war struck Renew signed up for the Red Hoof, seeing that her skills would be better put to use with healing wounds, something she didn't see a lot of in the Canterlot hospital, but she knew would come with a war. She wasn't there long before she was set to teaching other unicorns, something that proved to be difficult to teach since many of them didn't have the capacity to learn the spells that had math attached to it.

Her ability to integrate magic, mathematics, and medicine brought her to the attention to the newly formed Elite Magical Ponies, and soon after joining the Red Hoof she found herself being transferred to being an EMP herself. She was now faced with less patient care, and more with vast amounts of studying, both of the other EMP's magic and in simplifying her own spells so that the other ponies could use them in a practical way. While she has yet to manage to simplify mending internal organs and large amounts of skin, and mending without scaring, she has managed to have a formula with a spell attached to it that is able to be learned by a unicorn with an advanced knowledge of magic even if they don't have an advanced knowledge of biology that can be used to close a wound and reduce bleeding and risk of infection.

Aside from the study and teaching that takes up most of her time, Renew tries to do what she can to assist after battles as a doctor. She avoids being the one in charge of triage, but she is often the receiving end of the practice, treating the ponies in the worst shape that are still savable, sometimes being the only hope for a soldier with internal bleeding.

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Re: Character Submissions

Postby MagusZeal » Thu Oct 09, 2014 1:06 pm

Name: Angelblade
Race: Pegasus
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance: Normally possessing the lithe build of a dancer the mare looks emancipated after months of recovery from her near fatal injuries in Mare Haven. The midnight blue mare's now short cropped mane does little to hide the look of loss that has replaced the smile that once graced her lips. Refusing to trim her longer then average tail the mare has taken to decorating it with ribbons as her mane once was.
Body/Coat color: Midnight Blue
Mane/Feathers color: Black w/ brown stripes
Tail/Talons color: Black w/ brown stripes
Eye: Violet
Faction: Equestria
Cutie Mark (What's it look like?): Sword pointing up with wings sprouting from the cross guard
Special Talent (If pony or zebra): Skyward Sword fighting style
Personality: Often cheerful and upbeat with those she cares for, Angel's mood has soured noticeably since the attack that nearly killed her. Dour in her outlook the mare still tries to see the silver lining in what happens around her, just don't mention the Alliance or dragons around her.

Bio: Born to an old family with deep roots within the Royal Guard Angel found her talent at an early age. Excited at first with its discovery her interest in it slowly withered as the peaceful state of most of Equestria meant there was little need for her skills. Ultimately she broke with family tradition choosing to side step the guard and instead went to Manehattan doing odd jobs or teaching others sword fighting.

It was there she met her future husband Mustang Magus through a mutual friend. In the crimson stallion she found somepony equally conflicted about their talent, something she'd never run across before, though he was still looking for a way he could help rather then destroy. Quickly they grew closer as the stallion's research drew to an end he didn't like, before finally they were wed. With his research at an end Mustang quit his job, as the pair moved to the frontier hoping to put their skills to use as their first child was born.

For a time their future looked bright, but everything changed when the Draconic Alliance attacked. Swift and brutal the attackers seemed to know who they and what they were after. While her husband helped at the front, Angel stayed near the rear directing those she could to what she thought was safety while slaying any Alliance member that tried to halt them until the dragon grabbed her young daughter. Though she fought the to the best of her abilities the wicked beast used her child as a shield before managing to disarm her. With a cackle the dragon had her run through with her own blade nearly killing her. Blacking out from pain and blood loss she would wake up months later in an Manehattan hospital her memory missing vast sections of her life. It wasn't until the Peacekeepers found her that some of those holes were filled in, though she remembers nothing of the fight and even less of her husband.

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Re: Character Submissions

Postby Oda » Fri Oct 10, 2014 1:25 pm

Spoiler:
Name: Angelblade
Race: Pegasus
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance: Normally possessing the lithe build of a dancer the mare looks emancipated after months of recovery from her near fatal injuries in Mare Haven. The midnight blue mare's now short cropped mane does little to hide the look of loss that has replaced the smile that once graced her lips. Refusing to trim her longer then average tail the mare has taken to decorating it with ribbons as her mane once was.
Body/Coat color: Midnight Blue
Mane/Feathers color: Black w/ brown stripes
Tail/Talons color: Black w/ brown stripes
Eye: Violet
Faction: Equestria
Cutie Mark (What's it look like?): Sword pointing up with wings sprouting from the cross guard
Special Talent (If pony or zebra): Skyward Sword fighting style
Personality: Often cheerful and upbeat with those she cares for, Angel's mood has soured noticeably since the attack that nearly killed her. Dour in her outlook the mare still tries to see the silver lining in what happens around her, just don't mention the Alliance or dragons around her.

Bio: Born to an old family with deep roots within the Royal Guard Angel found her talent at an early age. Excited at first with its discovery her interest in it slowly withered as the peaceful state of most of Equestria meant there was little need for her skills. Ultimately she broke with family tradition choosing to side step the guard and instead went to Manehattan doing odd jobs or teaching others sword fighting.

It was there she met her future husband Mustang Magus through a mutual friend. In the crimson stallion she found somepony equally conflicted about their talent, something she'd never run across before, though he was still looking for a way he could help rather then destroy. Quickly they grew closer as the stallion's research drew to an end he didn't like, before finally they were wed. With his research at an end Mustang quit his job, as the pair moved to the frontier hoping to put their skills to use as their first child was born.

For a time their future looked bright, but everything changed when the Draconic Alliance attacked. Swift and brutal the attackers seemed to know who they and what they were after. While her husband helped at the front, Angel stayed near the rear directing those she could to what she thought was safety while slaying any Alliance member that tried to halt them until the dragon grabbed her young daughter. Though she fought the to the best of her abilities the wicked beast used her child as a shield before managing to disarm her. With a cackle the dragon had her run through with her own blade nearly killing her. Blacking out from pain and blood loss she would wake up months later in an Manehattan hospital her memory missing vast sections of her life. It wasn't until the Peacekeepers found her that some of those holes were filled in, though she remembers nothing of the fight and even less of her husband.


Aaaaand Angelblade is the approved of pony

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Re: Character Submissions

Postby White Mocha » Sat Nov 15, 2014 2:17 pm

I know there's a lot here that will need approval, I'm willing to do plenty of work to make him fit. Just let me know.

Name: Longshot
Race: Unicorn
Age: Early- to mid-thirties (He doesn't know for sure)
Gender: Male
Apperance: Link to pic, beacuse I can't seem to get the pic seperate. Tall and lank in reinforced black barding with a symbol of Luna's eyes in a circle of stars on it's chest. His eyes show the mental scars that his body fails to bare.
Coat: Blue
Mane/Tail: Dark blue
Eyes: Amber
Faction: Currently unaffiliated
Cutie Mark: A bullet having just ricocheted, giving off a spray of sparks.
Talent: (Believes:) Skill with firearms (Truth:) Drives people to action. When indecisive, he makes the matter clear and simple. When depressed, he pulls them out of it. When feeling helpless, he gives them the means to act. He doesn't pass judgement on what they do, so long as they do something. This can lead to things both good and ill.

Personality: Longshot wad a deeply principled stallion who's been broken. He still wants to cling to his ideals but no longer believes himself worthy of them. He has an analytical mind and he can put this to good use, but he's torn up emotionally and his buttons are easily pushed. He is relentless once he's taken up a cause, however; once he's determined what should be done he will take whatever course of action is most likely to succeed, however slim the odds.
Bio: Longshot was born to another Equestria that had already been torn apart by war (namely Fallout: Equestria) to a family of mercenaries called the Night Watch, who swore to "Keep watch in Equestria's darkest night, until the return of the Light." He and his childhood friends grew up getting unparalleled combat training for the era, along with a moral code unheard of at the time. They believed they would be the ones to change the world. It was a dream that died when the Watchers were betrayed and all but wiped out. Longshot has since spent a decade in the wastes, mostly on his own, trying to do what he could. He had many small successes, and some prolific failures. Most notably; he was involved in the refounding of Ponyville, but was also there when it fell to a massive raider attack, turning it into a raider stronghold.

He's heard of a magic mirror that might be found in the catacombs underneath the unbelievably dangerous city of Canterlot and seeks escape from the hell of the wastes, and from the reminders of his failures.

To the mods:
Spoiler:
The mirror I mention at the end is Starswirl's, as seen in the comics, not the movies. I expect Lingshot's first RP would start with him exiting an identical mirror and setting out to explore the alternate world he escaped to. Also, shouldn't I be listing the equipnent I'd like Longshot to come over with and the spells he knows somewhere in here?
We are what we repeatedly do.

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Re: Character Submissions

Postby ExTecha » Wed Dec 17, 2014 11:03 pm

Name: Nightingale
Race: Unicorn
Age: Thirty-One
Gender: Female
Apperance: http://i.imgur.com/oLTBLgS.jpg
Coat: White
Mane/Tail: Black with Teal ends, occasionally streaks of shadow will wisp off
Eyes: Teal
Faction: E.M.P
Cutie Mark: A teal star, now being devoured by shadow
Talent: Shadow manipulation and shadow summoning from the shadow nether

Personality: Cold, judgmental, and inquisitive. Nightingale has suffered in the shadow nether and it changed her. While once understanding and even willing to show mercy on the DA, this has changed and she has become cold and callous. She bears righteous hatred against the alliance and blames them for her imprisonment in the nether and for the shadow's curse. At times she can be heard talking to herself and since her awakening from the coma has even been rumored to speak to the shadows themselves.

Bio: Twin sister of elegant shard and once a prodigy of magic. As a child she looked after her weak and often bullied brother, at least until she was accepted into Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorn's. After years of toiling through tomes, schoolbooks, and anything else she could find. She was proud to be one of the first students to offer the extremely talented Twilight Sparkle into the school, especially after hearing about her hatching of the dragon's egg. Other than that though, the two didn't communicate much as they had their own studies to attend to.

Years later, Nightingale became one of the first of the candidates selected for E.M.P. training, however, she argued that her twin should be allowed the same opportunity since he posessed his own knack for magic tat only she understood at the time, and the fact that he was a far greater force of charisma should the need ever arise. And so it was the two became part of Field Commander Twilight's elite unit of magical ponies. Elegant went off to continue his self-imposed duties and continue performing, meanwhile Nightingale remained with Commander Wither in Canterlot. Nightingale spent most of her time overseeing the castles library and helping Commander Wither with his work.

As the Gala dawned on Canterlot, Commander Wither's research on empires long passed bore fruit. Through ancient tomes and his own necromancy, Wither had come to discover an item of strategic importance, The Collar the Nether. Years ago, a small empire used the power of the shadow nether to rule their dominion. Overnight the empire vanished, devoured by the nether itself, or so the legends went. The Collar of the Nether was rumored to be handed down through the empires royalty, but disappeared with the empire itself. Wither discovered this was not the case, and in fact had found the location. Unfortunately it lay deep underground and the only entrance was a series of caverns deep in alliance territory. If the alliance should discover the collar, it could give them secrets to an empire of powers untold. And so Wither sent Nightingale off with a small contingency of three in civilian garb to retrieve it.

After a month and a half of grueling travel, the group finally arrived at the entrance to the cavernous system. After a few more days travel underground, the quartet came into a large cavernous opening. The cave gave way to a large elegant hall, pillars stood from the marble floor to the ceiling, some lay broken over or cracked. Torn portraits of ponies in ancient royal garb lined the walls along with stained glass windows, most of which were broken as the cave forced itself in. At the end of the hall, a large marble statue of a pony reaching for something. A brilliant silver collar lined the statues neck, untouched by moss or growth and obviously a different color. Before the group could proceed towards the statue however, the sound of flesh ripping and the spray of blood from behind caused Nightingale turn to see two large black dragons standing over the corpses of her contingent, the throats ripped from claws and bleeding all over the floor.

Although a magical powerhouse in her own right, Nightingale was no match for both dragons at the same time in such confined spaces and eventually fell on the floor with her body mangled. The dragon's mocked and laughed at her as she crawled over to the statue, pulling herself along the floor in a sliding motion. One of the dragon's pulled the collar from the statue and dangled it above her head, taunting her and taking amusement in her pain. In an act of arrogance or naiveté, he latched the collar around Nightingales neck, mocking her and saying that if she wanted the item so bad, she would die with it. As the collar clasped around her neck, the connecting device disappeared and the collar constricted around her neck. Suddenly the only thing she could see was darkness and the only sounds she could hear were the dangling of chains, the flutter of feathers, and a beautiful voice filling the darkness, cooing to her.

Months later, her brother led a task force int the caverns in search of her. Upon entering the cavern, they found the bodies of the deceased as well as Nightingale, laying against the statue still breathing and comatose. Alongside her stood two immobile black dragons. Upon closer inspections, their eyes were filled with an inky black substance that dripped down their faces and had made puddles along the floor. Elegant retrieved his sister and returned her to Ponyville where Renew and several of the best medical examiners could do nothing to wake her and were left confused as her wounds had closed up and bore no signs of scarring. The collar itself had attached itself to her skin and could not be removed safely.

And so for months, Nightingale lay in bed, blissfully unaware to the onlookers. Often she would toss and turn in bed as if experiencing a nightmare, but it would subside with time. And so it was, until just recently that she awoke to the world once more, it's blinding light dazzled her and it's sounds like peaceful melodies to her ears. However, she had not awoken unscathed, it seemed that during her escape from the nether, she carried part of the nether back with her. Her cutie mark now lay under a new design of twisting shadow, devouring the teal star.

After collecting herself, she was reunited with her brother. However, the reunion was cut short by an emergency call to the Hoofterlands by Fantasia Doo. Even after being warned about the dangers of setting out so soon after awakening from her coma, she set out with Elegant to the Hoofterlands only to find her magic had seemingly abandoned her. Still, through serious strain and mental anguish, she managed to keep up with her brother. Arriving too little to late, the duo arrived only to find the corpses of an adult dragon and her fellow E.M.P. Neon Wave. Rage filled her heart and even as the adult dragon gasped for air, a voice within her pushed her to action and new found power. Her eyes filled with an inky black smoke and the dragon wailed as his stomach erupted out in a storm of ravens, their forms circling the beast as shadow drifted off of their feathers. Soon they descended upon the dragon and began to pick the scale flesh from it's bones. Nightingale looked on as the dragon gasped it's very last breath and the birds picked away at it's corpse.

Nightingale has yet to share about her trip into the nether, about the the years that passed inside the nether while only months passed outside, or even about her mysterious benefactor that travels with her at all times. Commander Wither has taken responsibility for her, feeling poorly about causing her current condition, and has ordered that any concerns be brought to him first. And so Nightingale remains an E.M.P., cold and unmerciful to dragonkind, taking a much more active role in their extermination since the events of the Hoofterlands train. After recent months, Nightingale has been bestowed the title of "The Shadow's Cursed" by the troops and even in some Alliance circles.

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Re: Character Submissions

Postby MagusZeal » Thu Dec 18, 2014 7:46 pm

Longshot is approved.
Spoiler:
Name: Longshot
Race: Unicorn
Age: Early- to mid-thirties (He doesn't know for sure)
Gender: Male
Apperance: Link to pic, beacuse I can't seem to get the pic seperate. Tall and lank in reinforced black barding with a symbol of Luna's eyes in a circle of stars on it's chest. His eyes show the mental scars that his body fails to bare.
Coat: Blue
Mane/Tail: Dark blue
Eyes: Amber
Faction: Currently unaffiliated
Cutie Mark: A bullet having just ricocheted, giving off a spray of sparks.
Talent: (Believes:) Skill with firearms (Truth:) Drives people to action. When indecisive, he makes the matter clear and simple. When depressed, he pulls them out of it. When feeling helpless, he gives them the means to act. He doesn't pass judgement on what they do, so long as they do something. This can lead to things both good and ill.

Personality: Longshot wad a deeply principled stallion who's been broken. He still wants to cling to his ideals but no longer believes himself worthy of them. He has an analytical mind and he can put this to good use, but he's torn up emotionally and his buttons are easily pushed. He is relentless once he's taken up a cause, however; once he's determined what should be done he will take whatever course of action is most likely to succeed, however slim the odds.
Bio: Longshot was born to another Equestria that had already been torn apart by war (namely Fallout: Equestria) to a family of mercenaries called the Night Watch, who swore to "Keep watch in Equestria's darkest night, until the return of the Light." He and his childhood friends grew up getting unparalleled combat training for the era, along with a moral code unheard of at the time. They believed they would be the ones to change the world. It was a dream that died when the Watchers were betrayed and all but wiped out. Longshot has since spent a decade in the wastes, mostly on his own, trying to do what he could. He had many small successes, and some prolific failures. Most notably; he was involved in the refounding of Ponyville, but was also there when it fell to a massive raider attack, turning it into a raider stronghold.

He's heard of a magic mirror that might be found in the catacombs underneath the unbelievably dangerous city of Canterlot and seeks escape from the hell of the wastes, and from the reminders of his failures.

To the mods:
The mirror I mention at the end is Starswirl's, as seen in the comics, not the movies. I expect Lingshot's first RP would start with him exiting an identical mirror and setting out to explore the alternate world he escaped to. Also, shouldn't I be listing the equipnent I'd like Longshot to come over with and the spells he knows somewhere in here?


Nightingale is approved.
Spoiler:
Name: Nightingale
Race: Unicorn
Age: Thirty-One
Gender: Female
Apperance: http://i.imgur.com/oLTBLgS.jpg
Coat: White
Mane/Tail: Black with Teal ends, occasionally streaks of shadow will wisp off
Eyes: Teal
Faction: E.M.P
Cutie Mark: A teal star, now being devoured by shadow
Talent: Shadow manipulation and shadow summoning from the shadow nether

Personality: Cold, judgmental, and inquisitive. Nightingale has suffered in the shadow nether and it changed her. While once understanding and even willing to show mercy on the DA, this has changed and she has become cold and callous. She bears righteous hatred against the alliance and blames them for her imprisonment in the nether and for the shadow's curse. At times she can be heard talking to herself and since her awakening from the coma has even been rumored to speak to the shadows themselves.

Bio: Twin sister of elegant shard and once a prodigy of magic. As a child she looked after her weak and often bullied brother, at least until she was accepted into Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorn's. After years of toiling through tomes, schoolbooks, and anything else she could find. She was proud to be one of the first students to offer the extremely talented Twilight Sparkle into the school, especially after hearing about her hatching of the dragon's egg. Other than that though, the two didn't communicate much as they had their own studies to attend to.

Years later, Nightingale became one of the first of the candidates selected for E.M.P. training, however, she argued that her twin should be allowed the same opportunity since he posessed his own knack for magic tat only she understood at the time, and the fact that he was a far greater force of charisma should the need ever arise. And so it was the two became part of Field Commander Twilight's elite unit of magical ponies. Elegant went off to continue his self-imposed duties and continue performing, meanwhile Nightingale remained with Commander Wither in Canterlot. Nightingale spent most of her time overseeing the castles library and helping Commander Wither with his work.

As the Gala dawned on Canterlot, Commander Wither's research on empires long passed bore fruit. Through ancient tomes and his own necromancy, Wither had come to discover an item of strategic importance, The Collar the Nether. Years ago, a small empire used the power of the shadow nether to rule their dominion. Overnight the empire vanished, devoured by the nether itself, or so the legends went. The Collar of the Nether was rumored to be handed down through the empires royalty, but disappeared with the empire itself. Wither discovered this was not the case, and in fact had found the location. Unfortunately it lay deep underground and the only entrance was a series of caverns deep in alliance territory. If the alliance should discover the collar, it could give them secrets to an empire of powers untold. And so Wither sent Nightingale off with a small contingency of three in civilian garb to retrieve it.

After a month and a half of grueling travel, the group finally arrived at the entrance to the cavernous system. After a few more days travel underground, the quartet came into a large cavernous opening. The cave gave way to a large elegant hall, pillars stood from the marble floor to the ceiling, some lay broken over or cracked. Torn portraits of ponies in ancient royal garb lined the walls along with stained glass windows, most of which were broken as the cave forced itself in. At the end of the hall, a large marble statue of a pony reaching for something. A brilliant silver collar lined the statues neck, untouched by moss or growth and obviously a different color. Before the group could proceed towards the statue however, the sound of flesh ripping and the spray of blood from behind caused Nightingale turn to see two large black dragons standing over the corpses of her contingent, the throats ripped from claws and bleeding all over the floor.

Although a magical powerhouse in her own right, Nightingale was no match for both dragons at the same time in such confined spaces and eventually fell on the floor with her body mangled. The dragon's mocked and laughed at her as she crawled over to the statue, pulling herself along the floor in a sliding motion. One of the dragon's pulled the collar from the statue and dangled it above her head, taunting her and taking amusement in her pain. In an act of arrogance or naiveté, he latched the collar around Nightingales neck, mocking her and saying that if she wanted the item so bad, she would die with it. As the collar clasped around her neck, the connecting device disappeared and the collar constricted around her neck. Suddenly the only thing she could see was darkness and the only sounds she could hear were the dangling of chains, the flutter of feathers, and a beautiful voice filling the darkness, cooing to her.

Months later, her brother led a task force int the caverns in search of her. Upon entering the cavern, they found the bodies of the deceased as well as Nightingale, laying against the statue still breathing and comatose. Alongside her stood two immobile black dragons. Upon closer inspections, their eyes were filled with an inky black substance that dripped down their faces and had made puddles along the floor. Elegant retrieved his sister and returned her to Ponyville where Renew and several of the best medical examiners could do nothing to wake her and were left confused as her wounds had closed up and bore no signs of scarring. The collar itself had attached itself to her skin and could not be removed safely.

And so for months, Nightingale lay in bed, blissfully unaware to the onlookers. Often she would toss and turn in bed as if experiencing a nightmare, but it would subside with time. And so it was, until just recently that she awoke to the world once more, it's blinding light dazzled her and it's sounds like peaceful melodies to her ears. However, she had not awoken unscathed, it seemed that during her escape from the nether, she carried part of the nether back with her. Her cutie mark now lay under a new design of twisting shadow, devouring the teal star.

After collecting herself, she was reunited with her brother. However, the reunion was cut short by an emergency call to the Hoofterlands by Fantasia Doo. Even after being warned about the dangers of setting out so soon after awakening from her coma, she set out with Elegant to the Hoofterlands only to find her magic had seemingly abandoned her. Still, through serious strain and mental anguish, she managed to keep up with her brother. Arriving too little to late, the duo arrived only to find the corpses of an adult dragon and her fellow E.M.P. Neon Wave. Rage filled her heart and even as the adult dragon gasped for air, a voice within her pushed her to action and new found power. Her eyes filled with an inky black smoke and the dragon wailed as his stomach erupted out in a storm of ravens, their forms circling the beast as shadow drifted off of their feathers. Soon they descended upon the dragon and began to pick the scale flesh from it's bones. Nightingale looked on as the dragon gasped it's very last breath and the birds picked away at it's corpse.

Nightingale has yet to share about her trip into the nether, about the the years that passed inside the nether while only months passed outside, or even about her mysterious benefactor that travels with her at all times. Commander Wither has taken responsibility for her, feeling poorly about causing her current condition, and has ordered that any concerns be brought to him first. And so Nightingale remains an E.M.P., cold and unmerciful to dragonkind, taking a much more active role in their extermination since the events of the Hoofterlands train. After recent months, Nightingale has been bestowed the title of "The Shadow's Cursed" by the troops and even in some Alliance circles.


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