Shame

http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/shame-r3387 I'd love to apply Shame to be on the 'Evil' side for the sake of mischief and disrupting progression xD

Alistar was struck by the order, having been grouped together with the ponies and Gryphon who he had shared little but a campfire with. Alistar was just a colt, there was no way they'd send him on a mission! He opened his mouth to speak, but instead he shrank, intimidated as the order seemed to be fairly stern. He couldn't afford to be evicted from the caravan, he had a mission, he would have to go with the group to this new town. He hangs his head and shifts a bit to reset his saddle bags, ready for the given mission.

1. His 'cutie mark' is old scripture of his birthname, it melds in with his scars 2. May have been a misclick/typo, they're all unicorns XD 3. Happy wouldn't be the right word, it's mostly just shades of gray when it comes to emotions. That being said, he DOES smile from time to time, but rarely out of pure happiness. 4. The scars were a byproduct of the extensive experiments that were run on all three of them. I'm glad you found it interesting, and feel free to message me about that possible Roleplay if you ever feel the desire. ^^

I'm not too fond of early roleplays, I put myself into my usual position of needing to be prompted, so I am ready and able to wait until I'm needed, no rush. All that means is I won't post until I'm prompted, so feel free to prompt me if it helps move the RP along. I love that word. Prompt Prompt. Promptity prompt prompt.

http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/shame-r3387 Do your worst! No, really, I'm genuinely curious... Oh, and be forewarned, I had a lot to say about his history, I even felt that it wasn't enough...

Alistar sat before the fire in a ball, eyes fixed on the twisting and winding licks of flame that creep into the night sky. The idea sat in his mind like a stagnant puddle in a rainforest, he was not sure what to think of it. His ear twitched subtly as the wood popped, tossing a few cinders out and towards him. He curls up tighter. 'A safe haven could be nice...' A massive striped paw stamps into the water suddenly, a striking thought hitting him and lingering. 'What if it isn't safe though... What if it's TOO safe...' He looks up to the flames, gentle yet powerful, wise yet silent. He searches through the light and heat for an answer that doesn't seem to come. A soft sigh is all he has to offer to the ponies around the fire before retrieving a massive book from his saddlebags and opening it to a bookmark, attempting to drown out the thoughts. (I never seem to have anything to offer early in RPs )

Luscious takes a faltering step back, his eyes taking a soft, worried gaze. Luscious was not fond of the topic of death, despite his job and abilities, but deep in his blacked heart there was a subtle clench at the thought of the boss dying, his savior. He recuperates from the words and cycles them back through his mind, looking over to Neon with a slightly more stern look, his discontent with her being named queen buried deep as he could keep it, it was not something he should bring up, it was Royal's wish.

He... He's dead, Jim... No but really, are we packing up and shutting the lights off or was there a sudden time vortex into which all of the Roleplayers on this particular thread vanished?

Luscious followed without a word, as was common. Upon entering the room, he steps beside his boss' desk, a bit curious as to what words will follow. Sitting still as a statue, he watches Neon enter with a completely detached expression, the thought of an 'HR meeting' crossing his mind that caused him to roll his eyes once he had diverted his gaze

It's fine and all, I really don't want to pitch myself to be rude or anything, but it just saddens me to see how much disrespect goes off between selfish roleplayers. Not to call you one as you are most certainly not but I've dealt with quite a few and I'd like to prevent it from now on. All in all, a simple misunderstanding and I'm sorry to act so sternly, I'm really not that kinda guy...

Really PinkieShy? REALLY? I'm trying so hard over here, that's a bit childish don't you think!? It's fine to give a first impression to a boss that could attract respect, but denying every single little thing your higher ups tell you to do unless you want to is downright childish. Show at least some kind of response before you push Luscious over his bounds! He's already attempted to dispose of Neon, but Royal stopped him. Keep pushing his buttons and you're likely to wind up in a dumpster somewhere without Royal even knowing! C'mon here, you're killing my fun, I just want to add some form of motive for people to reply that doesn't include spitting in my character's face, twice...

As soon as the mop hit the ground, the piercing gaze of the mute feel upon Neon's eyes. It faded quickly though from a threat to a sincere look of disappointment, the denial of a direct order was something Luscious would never dream of doing. But this mare listened to not a soul who told her what she didn't want to hear. Luscious sighs softly and shakes his head, attempting to dislodge the thought as well as convey his disappointment with his lack of words.

Luscious returned promptly with a large black body bag and a mop and bucket. He opens the bag and gently lays the corpse into it, zipping it up and standing back above it. The mute takes a moment to clear his mind before handing the cleaning supplies to Neon in a commanding fashion. He lifts the bag onto his back and exits the room, stowing the body before returning to the table, using the same rag from his blade to clean his bloodied hooves.

Luscious nodded to his boss, drawing a curved blade from beneath his wing, stepping to Steel and placing a hoof on his chin, lifting it up and exposing his weak point. Luscious places the blade gently against the soft hide and looks back to Royal as though confirming the order. He nods and returns his gaze to Steel, locking eyes and gently guiding the fine point home, sliding the blade through thick arteries and effortlessly cutting off the flow of life to the poor stallion's brain. He steps back as the blood flows free from it's containment and the color fades from the pony's hide. Luscious clears his throat as he cleans the blade and then turns to Royal, nodding once again, and making his way to gather cleaning supplies.