TheImaginaryAlicorn

@ Woot woot! I've been trying to catch up on some of the posts in the roleplay, and I really like your character.

@@Suitaloo Alright, done with the new bio! Hope you enjoy. (By the way, I just stuck my character into a random dorm room, so if you'd like me to move her elsewhere, that'd be just fine.) Name: Fiona Age+Grade: 16 years old; 11th grade Gender: Female Pokemon Half: Venonat Abilities: Fiona has extremely good night vision, and she is often attracted to bright lights when it's dark out. Her feet secrete a slightly poisonous liquid that's much more of an inconvenience than a fighting benefit, and it causes her to have to replace socks and shoes frequently. Appearance: She has short, fuzzy purple hair with a pair of white antennae sticking out towards the front. The bright red irises of her eyes (the colorful part) are a bit too large for comfort, and she has no pupils. Fiona's face is very average looking, and she has an average build of body to match. The outfit she wears most often is a maroon tank top and worn, light blue jeans, along with a pair of black Vans. Personality: Fiona can be a little bit shy and introverted, but she's very happy and energetic with her friends. She is drawn to bright lights, and it embarrasses her whenever she realizes she's been staring at a light fixture for almost twenty minutes. Her antennae irritate her to no end, looking weird and always bumping into things, and she frequently wishes she wasn't a gijinka. She is not a very forward person, and will often try to fade into the background. She's a total bookworm, no bug pun intended. Backstory: As kind and supportive as her parents were, Fiona never managed to have pride in her Pokemon half. Constant teasing always accompanied her wherever she went, whether it was meant for her to hear or not. The jokes and rumors got worse and worse as time went on. It went from, "She's a total bug brain!" in kindergarten to, "I'll bet she eats bugs like Venonat!" in 4th grade, and in middle school, it had reached things like, "I hear she's into Pokemon! Hide your Eevees!" Sometimes people would throw Pokeballs at her to see if she could be caught. These hateful comments wounded Fiona deeply, and her friends wouldn't even step up to defend her. Sometimes friends would actually stop talking to her altogether to avoid the social consequences. Upon hearing that there was a place for gijinkas like her - Angel Academy - she knew she had to go there. There would be other gijinkas just like her, so discrimination was no problem. She could start her life fresh with new friends and a new knowledge of her Pokemon side....and a small part of her wanted to be able to Venoshock all of the bullies from her life. Yeah, that would be nice, too. Other: Fiona was adopted and raised by human parents in Santalune City in the Kalos Region. Dorm#: 7

@@Suitaloo Alright, I can do that. I'll have it up tomorrow at some point.

Name: Ninfia Gender: Female Age + Grade: 15 years old; 10th grade Pokemon Half: Sylveon Abilities: Much like Sylveon, Ninfia has full control of her ribbon-like feelers. She can make them glow faintly, and they emit a soothing aura. However, they are actually quite weak in terms of physical strength and can barely lift anything weighing over three pounds. Appearance: This girl plus teeny fangs and Sylveon ears, and the bows would be identical to a Sylveon's and would be attatched to her. Personality: Ninfia is quite friendly and outgoing. With a naive and almost child-like demeanor, she is very excitable, as well as too cute for her own good. Her energy knows no bounds. Backstory: Ninfia evolved from an Eevee gijinka at a young age. As a child, her friends were envious of her pretty glowing bows and ribbons and her naturally pink hair, looking like a princess without even trying. They could never stay jealous for long, though, as the sweet girl always made all of her friends feel good. By middle school, though, this had changed a bit. Ninfia was seen no longer as being special, since everyone was used to her abilities. A few people poked fun at her for it, but she just laughed it off. As the girl's supportive parents had taught her, all that really mattered was that she was fine with herself. Ninfia was always very fascinated with her Pokemon side, and when she heard of Angel Academy, she knew she had to attend. After all, how cool would it be if she could use Moonblast or something, rather than just moving a few ribbons around? Other: Ninfia loves Pokemon contests, and she hopes that someday she can be as graceful as the performing Pokemon. Dorm #: 7 Am I too late to join? I hadn't realized this roleplay had already started, sorry.

@@EquestrianScholar Hi, guuuys...yeah, I got some explainin' to do. So, you know how I said I was gonna' be more active in the reboot? It turns out I actually can't be active at all - dang you, school and afterschool stuff and stuffs! I'm really sad to leave from this RP, BUUT I don't think I'll fully be leaving. Thought you could get rid of me that easily, huh? I don't have time for the full-on RPing Equestria Divided deserves, but I still would like to help a bit with the RP in general, like planning and such, so I'll poke my head into OOC occasionally, and I'm of course going to keep reading this whole thing. If anyone really desperately wants me to stay for some reason (such as lack of OCs in a House) I'll stay, and I'm totally fine with that, just don't expect me to be online much. This is probably my favorite roleplay, and I'm sad to leave, but...I am... So, have a nice life, guys! Actually, I'm probably gonna' be online on Saturday, so, yeah.. ((P.S: Nuuuuuuuu!!))

((Sorry for the seriously late reply, I really didn't know if this RP was still going - I actually don't know right now, but I thought I'd post just in case.)) @@Mint Drop Blossom sighed with utter relief. "Thank you so much! Are...are the police com-AAAAAAH!" She interrupted herself with a pained shriek when Mint Drop tried to grab her newly-burnt hoof. She pulled it out of the Mare' s grasp, but not before some incredible pain. She fell over, realizing that she was really not in any shape to try and stand or walk. "I...burn...OW..."

@@Mint Drop, @@Pripyat Pony The fire was almost at her hooves, and spreading quickly. Luckily for Blossom, freezing somepony in time and space is very difficult, so it doesn't last for long. Her hooves set fire just as they were released from the spell, along with the rest of her. The adrenaline rush still within her, renewed by the fire, allowed her to stomp her hooves rather deep into the dirt, which smothered the it. Well, after shrieking in pain, of course. She had second... maybe third degree burns. She was barely capable of walking on her already-blistered hooves, but she knew she had to get away. RUN away. These mares were insane, and she couldn't stop them, but she could get help. At least the police could try and do something, maybe put out the fire. She ran as fast as she could, and after a few seconds, she had made it about half a foot ahead of where she started. Well, buck.

((This is just my character being paralyzed, you don't really need to read it. I just felt like posting something.)) @@Pripyat Pony, @@Mint Drop, @ Suddenly, Blossom couldn't move. She started to try to scream, but her brain froze too. She was stuck, in the middle of the first raging heartbeat threatening to burst out of her chest, frozen in that feeling when terrified adrenalin first surges through your body but you know it won't help - you still can't save yourself. She was practically dead but so alive... ...that she wished she was dead.

@, @@Pripyat Pony, @@Mint Drop As Blossom was heading to work, she noticed a slight burning smell. She thought nothing of it, but within a few minutes, it had grown much stronger, and she could hear fire crackling. Alarmed, she broke into a gallop towards the sound and eventually came to a raging inferno engulfing the Clinic. There were two mares out front, one helping a terrified pegasus filly struggling to escape. (Well, that's what it looked like.) Blossom ran up to them. "Oh my goodness," she began, "what's happened?! First the fog, now this!" She knelt down and grabbed the filly as well, trying to help pull her out.

Blossom woke up many times in the night, nightmares plaguing her sleep, before finally giving up and crawling out of bed at 8:00. She was scared, really scared - much more than she wanted to believe. The mysterious fog was still there (not like she had really expected it to go away), and who knew what it was, what it would do, how long it would last? What if life would never be normal again? She tried to shove all of these thoughts out of her head as she went through her usual routine of readying herself for the day. She wondered if there would still be school; not many parents would want to let their kids out in circumstances like these. Soon Blossom heard the Chancellor's speech, as she lived near the center of town and town hall, where the speech emanated from, and the Chancellor told everypony to carry on as usual. Okay, she thought, there is school. I wonder how many ponies will show? Oh, the students will be so nervous... She trotted out the door and to the school to do her job - to teach.

@ Yeah, normally I would post it in OOC, but.. wait, why didn't I post it in OOC again? Oops. I was being a little lazy - I was looking at the RP and I didn't want to bother going into OOC to post. Sorry. I come to OOC for that kind of thing normally, though.

@@Pripyat Pony @ @ Blossom sighed, dissapionted. Then again, she couldn't really expect the first ponies she saw to tell her every detail. "Okay, then. Thanks." Is there any reason for the government or police to be secretive about this? she thought as she walked away. It was a little strange...It was unlikely that she'd be able to get a closer look, but maybe there were some ponies closer to the site of the havoc who knew what was happening. Sadly, Blossom had no luck. She went back home and decided to wait until the next day when the situation would most likely be addressed by the government. Her sleep was fitful and she had bad dreams..

@ @ @@Pripyat Pony Blossom was a bit of a night owl, so she was still awake when the loud BOOM! rang through Germaneigh. It definitely didn't sound like fireworks. She was tired from the day's festivities, but she had enough energy to go out and see what was going on. Stepping outside, she witnessed a dark mist spread over the town and surround it. Her curiosity overrode her terror, and she sped towards where she thought the noise had come from. Blossom was soon at the Town Hall, which had many ponies galloping to and from it. There was a small group of ponies a ways away from the wreck who were chatting nervously. Perhaps they had seen what had happened. "Excuse me," Blossom began, approaching them. "Do you know what's going on? I heard a loud bang, so I came to check it out." Just then she realized that they probably thought she was a teenager. She hated her condition - she was 27 years old! Why couldn't she look like it? Oh well. Hopefully that wouldn't change anything.

This looks pretty cool. Username: TheSonicAlicorn Character link: http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/blossom-r3254 Tell me the most zany horror concept you can come up with: Um... what about being stuck in the middle of a gory version of pink elephants on parade (that one freak fest of a scene in Dumbo) but you're not drunk? Don't ask me how I thought of that. Honestly, I don't know. By the way, if you still need a mod, I'd be happy to take the job.

I sleep talk rarely. Actually, I think I only did two or three times when I was around..7 years old? Anyways, I remember talking to my (older) sister at dinner, and she mentioned to me that I had talked in my sleep. She was on the top bunk of our bunk bed, as usual, trying to fall asleep. Suddenly, I started talking. "I'll...I'll have one...one cheeseburger, please..." My sister decided to have some fun, so she said back to me, "One split-pea soup coming right up!" She knew I hated it, at least the way our mom made it. Actually, I didn't even like cheeseburgers back then. Anyways, apparently my response was shaking my head violently and saying, "No, no, no, no, no.." So yeah, that's my random story.

Here's what I got: Silvery Mist Lullaby River Silent Thunder Sorrowful Flight Dreary Skies Flightless Wings Shy Cloud Lily Cloud Gentle Rain Gentle Mist Yeah, that's everything.

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queens. I listened to it in the car earlier and now it won't leave my head, although I don't really have a problem with that - it's a fun song. Muppet Version (amazing): Normal Version:

My notifications must not be working - I didn't get the message that the RP had started. I think I'll post when my group gets some more ponies.

@@Vinyl Rave Preferred weapon? Right, um...*Googles for "types of guns"*...Probably a semi-automatic pistol, but if something better offers itself, she'll take it.

@ Pronunciation: New-mo-no-ultra-microscopic-silico-volcano-cony-osis. Okay, I know the word is supposed to be split up by syllable, but that's how it sounds.

@ Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. That counted as zero characters, probably because the site just assumes that it's gibberish filler text. Anyways, pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis (also zero characters) is a disease that you get when you inhale too much volcanic ash. I actually did a project on it once. I just like saying the name.

Actually, I used a glossary, but this one looks like it has more stuff... ...I think the Grandioso gang might sound better, but I'm not sure. Eh, why not? Grandioso it is! (Klangfarbenmelodie is now my second-favorite word )

I would like to apply for gang leader for one of the gangs as one of my OCs, Caesura. Caesura The gang can be called...Barline? (I couldn't think of any other musical term that sounds even remotely like a gang, so...) Just pronounce it like bar and then like the name Lyn. I dunno', I think it sounds better that way.

*Sighs*, I don't normally do this, but I think I'm gonna' have to drop this RP. Sorry, I've been pretty busy with school and things lately, plus have absolutely nothing to do with my character anyways. It's been nice being in the RP, even though I didn't post much. I'll still probably read it as it progresses, though. Well, to an extent. Sorry I have to leave. D: Bye! Hate quitting RPs...but I got no better option, really.