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Post by Cubby on Jul 18, 2003 0:24:01 GMT -5
*lol*
Carefully, I think we're more dangerous to him than he is to us.
*winks at the pirate-Depp-pony and purrs*
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Post by Roux on Aug 28, 2003 1:17:18 GMT -5
Cubby has only ever lived in Ponyville.
Roux has spent almost his entire life on the water. Ocean, river, whatever. At one point, when he was quite young though, he lived in Ireland for almost a year.
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Post by Applejack on Sept 5, 2003 14:09:56 GMT -5
Name: Applejack
Age: 17
Type: Earthling (G3)
Gender: Female
Body Color: Pearly Red
Eye Color: Green and Yellow
Hair Color: Green and Yellow
Symbol: An apple on a checkered napkin.
Power(s): None, that she’s aware of.
Temperament: Caring, patient, energetic, a little clumsy, adores animals, stutters when she gets either really nervous or very excited about something, happy-go-lucky, gets along with basically everyone, only shy when she’s caught off guard, perky, and upbeat.
History: Born, raised, and lived her whole life (thus far) in Ponyville. Took ballet lessons when she was little, and still adores it now. Enjoys picnics, and quite frequently will invite anyone and everyone to attend. Spends a lot of time outdoors, mostly at the park and by Rainbow River. Loves going to the theater. Would love to try out but is scared to death of messing up lines, or worse forgetting them.
Birthplace (or place of the majority of residence): Ponyville
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Sept 5, 2003 14:13:14 GMT -5
*Stamp* I love Applejack ^_^
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Post by Applejack on Sept 7, 2003 20:00:58 GMT -5
*is stamped* Yay! *wide smile* Thank you!
LNS (^.^)
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Post by Mittens on Sept 14, 2003 21:13:25 GMT -5
Name: Mittens
Age: 20
Type: Earthling (G3)
Gender: Female
Body Color: Pearly Pink
Eye Color: Blue (two toned)
Hair Color: White and Raspberry like Pink
Symbol: Pine Tree with a Snowflake on both sides of the Tree.
Power(s): Ability to make it snow for the holidays. Grows magic pine trees, that need no care. Ability to see in the darkest of environments (like in the dark, or a fire, fog, etc.). Can handle extreme cold, without any problems.
Temperament: Cheery, jolly, giggly, merry, sweet, little absent minded, hopelessly optimistic, romantic at heart, outgoing, extraordinarily graceful, patient, somewhat disorganized, loving, dotes on her cat to the point of others thinking she’s crazy.
History: Born in the Snowy Mountains, Mittens lived in a very small settlement. Up until two years ago it was the only home she had ever known. Slowly she’s learning to call Ponyville home. Seeking a new beginning, and a new life, she settled into the town. Loves Christmas more than anything else in the entire world, and quite often is found humming/singing Christmas Carols all through out the year. Owns a green-eyed, silver cat, named Noel. Runs/owns Seasons Greetings, a Holiday shop stocked with anything one could want for whatever Holiday it may be at that particular time. Often says, “Seasons Greetings” even when Christmas has long since past. Mittens doesn’t talk about her past, and refuses to bring up the subject. When questioned, she changes the subject instead. Others brush it off as her just being her normal absent-minded self.
Birthplace (or place of the majority of residence): Snowy Mountains
LNS (^.^)
{{And because I seriously goofed. I accidentally created two accounts for this name. The other is misspelled though, Mitens. Could you please, please, please delete it? Thank you so, so much.}}
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Sept 14, 2003 22:18:41 GMT -5
*Stamp* She sounds very cool ^_^
And no problem - I will delete the other account right away!
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Post by LNS on Oct 1, 2003 15:25:59 GMT -5
Name: Jol (Pronounced just like Jolly but without the y on the end.)
Age: 24
Type: TE Unicorn (from the first generation)
Gender: Male
Body Color: Pale, pale orange
Eye Color: Dark orange
Hair Color: Bright orange, emerald green, bright yellow, and black (striped)
Symbol: Dark orange pumpkin with a carved black smiling face
Power(s): Ability to wink, can manipulate others thoughts, can change the appearance of others (ponies or inanimate objects), expert at throwing daggers
Temperament: quiet, keeps to himself, secretive, indifferent to just about everything, cold, unforgiving, driven, determined
History: Lived on the outskirts of Haven’s Valley, with his mother Mimic, up until a little over a year ago. He was never told who his father was; only that it would be better if he were nothing like him. Jol spent many years shrugging off the comments said about him and his mother. Most of which had come from those who lived within the valley. One in particular, Spook, enjoyed nothing more than to torment him in any way that he could. Jol appeared to others unbothered by it, but underneath his blood boiled. Not long after a particularly nasty comment was made about Mimic, Spook was found just outside the village dead. No one could tell from what, as there wasn’t a mark on him. They all instantly blamed Jol. Not wishing his mother any harm, he left. Those in the village have taken to claiming that Jol isn’t a stallion but a demon in disguise come to murder them all one by one, just as they had thought his father had. Only Mimic knew the truth. Unable to bear her only child’s departure she died of a broken heart, taking the truth with her to her grave. Jol has sworn never to forgive anyone in or from that village for what they had done not just to him but his mother all those years. Given the opportunity he has vowed to make good on that demon claim of theirs.
Extra: Only just stepped into Ponyville, and is uncertain if he will remain or leave. Wears a black leather choker about his neck with a silver parrot (his mother’s symbol) hanging from it. Although he will never admit to it, Jol is an accomplished pianist.
Birthplace (or place of the majority of residence): Haven's Valley
All right, and because it's a new rule, I've been RPing over two years now. I was in the POTC (sadly it closed sometime ago), I'm running a western pony RP now myself, and uh does DJ count?
DJ: *throws a cookie at the pegasus' head* I'se not RP, I'se real! *blows a raspberry at her*
*ignores him* I know original characters, currently weren't allowed. I just wanted to get this down for when they are allowed again.
Also, I may not use the accounts I created for my characters all that often, and just use this one forthe most part. It's simpler.
LNS (^.^)
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Oct 1, 2003 15:34:22 GMT -5
The rule on originals has been taken down, since we filled most of the spots. Then go figure Foof quite, thus opening up two more 03s, but I will still accept the originals *stamp* He sounds like a very interesting pony, I think I will like him
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Post by LNS on Oct 1, 2003 15:47:15 GMT -5
That's good that so many of them have been taken/filled now. Aww. Foof left? *sniffs* That sucks. Thank you! I hope you will like Jol. LNS (^.^)
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Post by LNS on Jan 22, 2004 16:25:42 GMT -5
Name: Enchanted Charm (answers to Charm)
Age: two weeks
Type: pegasus
Gender: female
Body Color: dark green
Eye Color: bright purple
Hair Color: white with streaks of light green
Symbol: a silver Luckenbooth (two intertwined hearts with a crown setting on top of them) [You can see a picture of one here. Just scroll down a bit. www.celtic-art.net/Symbols/Page52.htm] also has a small silver heart on her left cheek
Power(s): ability to fly, an unbelievable amount of luck
Temperament: sweet, loving, loyal, playful, sensitive, somewhat quiet, bit on the adventurous side, terrified of the forest and anything that looks at all like a wolf (all dogs included)
History: Shortly after Charm was born she and her mother left Dream Valley. After traveling for a week, Charm's mother came to a forest. While resting near a large pine tree a crazed wolf attacked the earthling. Unable to escape it the mare fought to keep her child alive. Unable to do anything but huddle against the trunk of the tree, Charm watched in horror. Though the earthling did manage to kill the wolf, she had received far too many injuries to her chest and legs to survive. With great difficulty she carried her foal to the nearest town, Ponyville. Upon saying her child's name, the mare collapsed dead. Alone and terrified, Charm was left to whoever would claim her.
Birthplace (or place of the majority of residence): born near Dream Valley
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Jan 22, 2004 16:56:02 GMT -5
Awww! Can Kail take care of her too? She's a good adoptive mother ^_^
*stamp*
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Post by LNS on Jan 22, 2004 21:09:35 GMT -5
*nods* Yeah. Whoever's around when Charm's mom appears with her, is welcome to help take care of her.
Thanks. =)
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Post by LNS on Aug 12, 2004 13:20:49 GMT -5
Once Roux has left, I would like to bring this new girl in.
And on a side note, of sorts, I am giving Mittens up. Every time I think I've got an idea for her or anything it fizzles into nothingness. I can have her head back to her home. So someone else can play her when she returns, if she does. Noel, will stay in the Mountains with Mittens' family, so no worries about the cat. Her shop, I would like to turn over to Apple, with maybe the help of another pony if anyone would like to co-run it.
Name: Harper
Age: 17
Type: G1 Pegasus
Gender: female
Body Color: white with dark brown that fades to white on her legs and muzzle
Hair Color: white with dark brown streaks
Eye Color: warm brown, like melted chocolate
Symbol: dark brown silhouette of a seal
Jewelry: silver band around her left front leg, a small dagger is hidden behind the band
Temperament: resourceful, loyal, quiet, in tune with nature, respectful, independent, kind, out going, adventurous, avid reader, even tempered, rarely upset by anything
Powers: flying (of course), tracking and hunting, fairly good at throwing a dagger, keen sense of smell
History: Born of an ancient Indian tribe, in a remote village (that no outsider has ever traveled to) in the Snowy Mountains, Harper was a surprise even to her parents. A child of the snow who lives for the sea. How a pair of snow ponies had had such an unusual child, no one in the village could say. As far back as they went in her family tree, there was not so much as a glimpse of a sea fairing pony in her roots. Yet there she was a snow pony who loved the sea more than her snowy home.
A people cut off from the rest of the world, they realized early on that to survive they would have to know more about those they shared this world with. So one brave soul made his way to the outside to learn from them. Learn he did for many years and than he returned to share his knowledge. A new language, one that all the world spoke, save for this small tribe. Learn it they did. Understand it completely, they did not. To continue their learning each year when a child turned fifteen they were allowed to live their homeland to explore on their own and to learn more about the others outside their village. All returned within one year’s time. That is the way it always had been, until Harper.
When her fifteenth birthday came, Harper could not leave fast enough. So many questions. So many things to see. She wanted to see it all, to do everything. With nothing but the band around her leg, the dagger hidden behind it and a small knapsack filled with enough food to sustain her for a week she set out.
Three days into her journey the smell of blood stung her nostrils. Something had died. What she could not tell. Taking the dagger out she walked cautiously along; ears swiveling back and forth ever listening in case whatever had killed was still about. Instead of a bear’s roar, she heard a soft whimper. Something was crying out for help. Her pace quickened. In the midst of a small clearing she found blood-stained snow. A wolf. A large female wolf. Head bent down Harper said a pray for the animal’s soul, wishing it a safe journey as it crossed into the next world. Eyes opening once again she pushed some clean snow over the lifeless body. Paw prints in the snow told the tale. A bear had stumbled upon a wolf with some fresh kill of its own. A struggle and than a fight. Instead of leaving the bear to have her supper, the wolf had attacked. But why? Than came the whimper again. Head spinning about she saw a pair of brown eyes just inside a hollow log. A child. Bending down Harper clicked her tongue and spoke in her people’s ancient dialect. Unmoving the wolf stayed where it was. Opening her knapsack Harper took a dried piece of fish from her bag. Placing it at the mouth of the tree, she backed up a few steps to show she meant no harm. If she had blinked just than she would have missed seeing the fish disappear down the snowy throat. Licking lips the wolf came out as Harper placed another piece of fish in front of her and than backed up a couple more steps. The wolf’s white coat glistened in the sunlight. This piece too quickly disappeared. Holding another piece in her hand, Harper spoke comfortingly to the child. Hesitantly the wolf ventured closer. Eyes watching the girl as she took one tentative step after another. Muzzle reaching out she quickly grabbed the fish and devoured it. For two days Harper remained with the pup, feeding her and keeping up a constant stream of chatter. On the third day she rose, placed a fish on the ground for the wolf and began to make her way from the clearing. Watching as she turned to leave the wolf picked up the fish and quickly lopped after her whimpering as she went. Stopping Harper smiled, she had a friend for this journey of hers.
Like the pirates she enjoyed reading about so much, Harper took to ‘looting’ to get by. Or rather what she considered to be looting. Trash can raids and garbage dump pickings had become almost second nature to her. Books with broken spines or water damage, blankets with small tears in them, fuzzy rugs that had chew marks or stains. It amazed her how much the well to do ponies threw out. Collecting what she could, she would take her ‘treasures’ back to her home. Be it under the stairs or in a cave. Unable to take everything with her that she wanted, she would pick and choose, leaving a few ‘treasures’ behind in some less fortunate pony’s yard.
Washing in rivers and streams, eating what she could find or hunt, she continued to explore this great world that her people refused to join. A year quickly passed and soon another. But still she did not return. There was far too much to see, even more to learn and she wasn’t willing to stop when she had barely begun.
Harper’s greatest dream is to one day have a ship of her own so she too can sail the waters and be a fearsome pirate. Though her wolf may not be a parrot or a monkey, she has a feeling that Snow will make just as good a mascot as any, if not even better.
Birthplace: Mammoth Cave (a very small, very remote village in the Snowy Mountains)
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Aug 12, 2004 14:11:54 GMT -5
sounds good, although a G1 would be older than 17. If however, she has two-sided symbols like the G1s then I will allow it.
And excellent history!
*stamp*
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