TheImaginaryAlicorn

@@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.

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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

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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..

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@@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.

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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.

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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.

http://www.classicalworks.com/html/glossary.html

List of musical terms. Just there, if you want it. It sounds like you're not entirely happy with Barline.

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.

((Haven't posted in SO long))

Blossom had stopped pacing and was now in a coffee shop she had found, wondering where, what, who, how, and why exactly she was. This is awful, she thought. ​I'm not drunk. I mean, I don't necessarily want to be drunk, but that's a nicer explanation for this than that it's REAL...no, I'm making too much sense to be drunk enough to think up all of this junk, so this has to be...real....Ugh, why didn't I stay inside today? Or yesterday, I could have been passed out for quite some time.

She stood up and left the coffee shop, since she didn't have any cash on her. As she stood up, her legs felt wobbly. Who walks on two legs? She went outside, very clumsily, and looked up. It was very late at night...

((I have absolutely nothing to do with Blossom at this point. I probably will think of something soon, but just in case I don't, feel free to have any humans discover her. I think she was supposed to be in Chicago?))

...I can't keep up with this. I'm not active enough and you guys post way too much for me to manage.

I'm out. Thanks anyways.

Aw. Okay, well, if you feel like joining back in, you'll probably be able to. Anyway, bye!

((What am I gonna' do with Blossom..?))

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Blossom quivered, not sure what to say. "I...I was just in Fil-Fillydelphia. And...and now I'm not. Did I get...drunk?! Oh, that would explain these weird...hand things." She was more talking to herself now than the stranger. "I can't believe it! The school tells students not to go on drunk rampages when they get older, and I'm probably on a drunk rampage right now but don't realize it! Aw, buck! This is horrid. I'm gonna' get fired, aren't I? Well, I could run away..pretend to be the age I look. I'd dye my mane and tail, maybe get colored contacts, a tattoo..." As she rambled, she paced back and forth.