.:Freshien:.

Between breaths, Freshien created inaudible noises and swallowed. "sorry my friend, but I have been known to comfort eat. Anyways, Well, I began creating a new, stronger batch of stallones for some customers in alicornia, I had a box all ready for shipping. I mixed the batch and took a sniff. I was knocked out. I fell into the box and was sent to aiicornia on a blimp. When i woke up, i was crammed in a box. so yeah pretty nutty couple of days. I did have some few thousand bits to spend though." Freshien plopped down on the couch and started dropping Doritos™ a sandwich and neatly covering it with snickers™ bars. He took a big bite and passed it to his friend. "ever had a supreme Doritos™ and snickers™ sandwich?"

"Agreed. Thank you for the food, but we need some major snackage, I'll be back in a moment." Freshien walked out and down the road to the Pony-Mart he walked up to the mare at the counter and asked for some Doritos™, random sodas, and a bagfull of candy bars. "That ought to do it." Freshien paid and left. He got Back to his home base and dropped the snackage on the table and smiled "Ready to gorge yourself?" (OOC gettin CERIOUS)

Freshien looked into the distance. "You won't believe me, but I've had the same experience." Freshien was quiet for a moment. "when I was 7-8 years old, me and my family went on a trip. My parents abandoned me on that trip. Ever since that day, I've had horrible nightmares every few months non-stop. I've had them appear and scorn me for being their hated child, and I've tried to kill them before. When I was in Ponyville, I had no one, which made it worse. Which is why I was so glad to move here with you, company always makes them go away."

Freshien woke up. SHUT UP!!!! He heard screamed. Freshien grabbed a blunt object from the room and made his way sneakily downstairs. He jumped around a corner and screamed out a battle cry ""AaaAAHHHH!!!!!hhhhhh????" the scream turned from rage to confusion. He found his friend crying on the floor with a shattered cupboard all over the ground. He walked over and dropped what he knew now was a kettle. He grabbed his friend and sat him up. "what happened?" he asked. There was nO sign of anyone but rocket. "come out you bast*rd!!!" Freshien yelled. "Come at me!" nothing happened He dropped to the ground and picked up his friend. He walked him to the couch. He gave him a hug and sat with him until he calmed down and asked again "what happened?" no reply. He cleaned up the cupboard and bundled up the wood. He dropped it in the fireplace. He sat down by his friend and waited. He desperately wanted to help his friend.

Freshien awoke to a leathery, fuzzy couch. He was chilly because he forgot a blanket. He got up and decided to explore. There were many rooms and 2 bathrooms. Freshien trotted upstairs and saw a note tacked on the door. It said "Freshien, this will be your room - Rocket" Freshien walked in to a fairly bland room, a good canvas. He fell asleep on the bed. He had no idea why he was so tired.

(OOC ) "Well thank you mr. Blast. What would you prefer I call you?" he shook the hoof and walked back with rocket blast. In the back of his mind, Freshien was so horribly happy. All his 'relationships' had been work. He had never had a friend or even aquaintences. He entered the house to see a, messy interior. Rocket left and Freshien got to work. He put back couch cushions, straightened picture frames, put back and organized books, and made beds. Then, crashed on the couch.

Freshien snapped his attention back to the property he was just at. "Freshien?!?" he heard called. He trotted back and greeted Rocket. "Hello sir, as you apparently saw on my note, my name is Freshien, at your service. *Bows* This city seems to be lacking in property and I need a place to stay, would you be opposed to having a roommate?" (OOC I made another map but I couldn't read all the names... If you could pm me all the names and your email, I could finish it up and send it to you. Sound good, because if it doesn't..... Meh. My iPhone won't let me upload pictures and so I have to send them to someone to upload them.)

(OOC if rocket blast doesn't come to the door soon HINT HINT I'll get to my house. And yeah I won't use rape.) Freshien started playing with some grass on the ground waiting... And waiting... And waiting. Finally Freshien knocked a few more times, and left. He dropped a note on the door with the words -My name is Freshien, at your service. Please find me when you get home so I can discuss something with you- §Freshien§

Clipity-clopity Freshien zapped through town towards town hall on a mission to find a home. He still had a lot of emergency money in his pockets and, unfortunately, was a good spender. He arrived at town hall; a big brown circular building with a lot of benches and trees outside. He found a few ponies picnicking around those trees. He entered inside to see light streaming through thin windows at the top of the building. There were none at eye level. Freshien thought this beautifully designed and woven. The desks were like flowing branches interwoven so tightly, no light passed through. "How may I help you?" asked the pony at the counter. "Well," Freshien replied, "I need to purchase a home!" The mare pulled out a book. She flipped through the pages angrily. "I'm sorry sir, there seem to be none left." Freshien gasped. "I'm going to have to have... A ROOMATE?!?! I've never done that before. Will I get raped, drawn on with permanent markers, KILLED?!?!?!?!? Freshien walked outside and tripped over a stump. Ęvęń įń thę dåÿ įm błįńd thought Freshien. He walked through town, he dared not go back to Atticus's house after the first impression he made. He found a building down the road with a mailbox labeled "Blast" Freshien found this a queer (OOC not homosexual or insulting) name. He trotted up to the door and clopped on it. (OOC that sounds sexual) "Helloooooooooo?!"

FUuUuUuUuUuuUuuuU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Freshien screamed. "Mr. Atticus, thank you very much but ahhhhh god sh*t it hurts." Freshien fell asleep. He had a dream about floating away on a cloud with a strange stallion. When he woke up, he was out of his haze and could see clearly. His nose wasnt sore at all and he felt great. He went outside and burned his retinas. The sun was blaring down like a million candles. He walked upstairs to find Atticus. "Hello sir," said Freshien, "thank you for your kindness, and my nose. I will get out of your hair now, I must look for a home. Thank you again."

Freshien heard all this as he couldn't get to sleep. It had stopped raining so he decided to see what was going on outside. He forgot however, that it was the middle of the night. He had night blindness and ended up running into a house. He was sure he had broken his nose. He found his way back to his temporary home base and stopped his nosebleed and fell asleep. (OOC sorry :/)

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We'll Atticus I should truly explain myself. I was creating a new batch of stallones and phillyphumes and when I finally mixed it up, I sniffed it without actually adding any scent to it. I smelled straight ammonia and alcohol and it knocked me out. I hit the floor, inside of a crate packaged to aiicornia. I was shipped here and I'm still quite in shock. Do you follow me? Oh and by the way, my name is F-r-e-s-h-I-e-n but that's pronounced fresh-in. I am a fine purveyor of scents and aromas, at your service. (he bowed as shown in picture)

Freshien bumped through town, stumbling like a drunk and still hazy from his vile concoction. He litteraly bumped into over 10 ponies who didn't even give him a look. He was soaking wet when he came somewhere he thought was hospitable. He knocked on the door to see a brown Unicornwith a black mane with streaks of white and his tail is long and often drags behind him and finally, a torn left ear. "I had an awkward series of events happen to me and you put off an aura of generosity. May I stay the night? (Way OOC: anyone ever read cupcakes mlp fim fanfiction. Will destroy pinkie for you. So fuc(jfknshfbdi)ed up)

Freshien began creating a new, stronger batch of stallones for some customers in alicornia, he had a box all ready for shipping. He mixed the batch and took a sniff. He was knocked out. He fell into the box and was sent to aiicornia on a blimp. When he woke up, he was crammed in a box. He bucked his way out, and burned his retinas in the sun. He stumbled around trying to decide where to go. He was slightly happy, he hated Ponyville and was looking for a change of scenery. (OOC creative huh? XD)

I've got an original game boy with working games. It was a big grey brick. So cool. Also have an n64 and all my games still work. kfjava

If you read through the backstory you would see he went broke. I guess maybe a friend snagged him a home? Maybe even your pony snagged him a home!

Are you closed up yet? I would love to join http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/freshien-r2360 I've got a pic but my darn iPhone won't let me import it

I was thinking about a role play where people live and interact in ponyville, obviously with some scene change. Proposed rules: 1: don't just come in and yell, "The Discord came in and F***ed s**t up. 2:NO ponies from the show except celestia and Luna. 3: swearIng leniant, but still enforced. Al little bit 4: Mary sue? Hell no 5: No Movement controlling powers 6: NO alicorns 7: lookIng for about 7-8 Ponies 8: all intros will take place at the beginning EG: (OC) was walking through town when his face smashed into a pillar while his head was turned. He had to go to the hospital Any Other suggestions accepted Signed up: (with link to page) Freshien http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/freshien-r2360

OOC: Well. It said open, so I figured it was open. Simple no? Anyways, well see what DJ had to say. Whatever. Freshien OUT. But before I go, if you don't want people joining, why in the world is this an open forum? (or RP more specifically) it doesn't make a lot of sense.

OOC: I'm sorry this is my first time with a text only RP. So I guess I'll just go..... do something and rerread the rules. But aren't we all supposed to use OC's? Just saying. So yeah. Just wasting text now. 200000000000000000 minimum. I feel like a spammer sorry. EMJ Just edited the post

Just then, freshein trotted in between them, he turned to both and asked, "could I interest you phillies in a bottle of lilac phillyphume? It is truly the best in Equestria. Would you like a sample?" he waited for a reply from rarity and rainbow dash. He knew he could sell rarity one at least

Throwing up rainbows. My iphone is coated In rainbow puke. Seriously these are the best drawings I have ever seen. Fantastic lighting and body proportions