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"Thanks, i`ll be sure to tell you what I think." he said, grabbing the bowl in his talons and moving to allow the stallion that had been behind him to order. Vincent grabbed a spoon with one talon, taking a rather large spoonful of the ice cream and sticking it between his beak. He was instantly delighted by the flavor, smiling contently as it did indeed taste like cotton candy.He smiled over at the pink unicorn "It`s good! Betcha it becomes a best seller sooner or later." he said with a light smirk, enjoying the bowl of ice cream. When the Stallion had ordered, Vincent decided to make conversation with the mare. "So, you live here long?" he asked curiously, wondering if she`d just moved in and was a part timer. Judgeing by the way she`d said 'the owners', that was his assumption. He blinked, realizeing he`d just asked this mare a random question without even introduceing himself. "Name`s Vincent Stormwalker, nice to meet you. Judgeing by how you ponies usually have your names, i`m gonna guess your name is some kind of ice cream?" he joked, having noticed ponies names almost always matched thier talent in some way. 

I was throwing around some idea for an RP, and I was playing Persona 4: Golden when I started thinking about doing something based on that.

Perhaps it could be a small group of characters, meant to be in a small Japanese (or whatever we want the equivalent to be in MLP, I dunno) In the same basic setting and plot of Persona 4. I would like the RP to be with... 4-6 people, and each would have a specfic Persona.

Before I wanted to keep thinking about it, I needed to find out: How many people on this sight are both 

A. MLP fans

B. Roleplayers

and C. have played Persona. 

Is this dead, than? Kinda sucks if it is... I was really looking forward to it.

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"Yeah, you know it!" Vincent said with a confident smirk, getting into a stance for a quick take off. He was fully prepared as the mare skipped one and two, taking off without a pause. He launched himself, using his powerful wings to get a burst of speed right off the bat, starting off with a slight advantage. For a moment, he moved to ram the mare, a comment practice in friendly Griffin races, before he stopped himself, remembering he was racing a rather small mare, and he knew pegasi didn`t race that way generally. He beat his wings, dashing down the street, dodgeing around ponies, lamppost, and other minor obstacles, desperate to stay ahead, smiling coyly as he could already see the statue in sight, getting closer, and closer... almost... almost...

As the stallion behind him announced he would pay, Vincent raised a brow. It was a... strange thing to offer to someone you just sorta met. He smiled though, but shook his head. "Thanks. Really, thanks, but I`d really prefer to pay for my own." Griffin`s didn`t enjoy feeling like they owed someone something, it made them feel dependent, and most wanted to be as independent as possible once they 'left the nest'. He saw the mare come up to the front counter, giving her a brief smile. 

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As the mare spoke, he let out a brief chuckle. It seemed ethier she was always enthusastic about ice cream, or she`d been bored out of her skull before. "Heh, suppose so. Is a hot day. I`ll have... a bowl of Cotton Candy flavor. I`ll be eating it here, if that`s alright." He had some time to kill, and if the mare was truly so bored as he expected, maybe he could chat her up while he was there.  

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Vincent heard the bell ring signifying someone else entering the ice cream place.He wasn`t sure what to get. He supposed mint wouldn`t be a bad idea... although something else might be interesting... hadn`t tried sherbert yet... He blinked as he heard the voice behind him, smirking.  "Most ponies havn`t. Bet you weren`t expecting to run into one at an icea cream place." he joked with a light chuckle. 

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Vincent sighed. It was preety clear to him that he and the mare called Fire Sharp probrably wouldn`t be getting along very well. He noticed the frightened mare being added to the meeting, narrowing his eyes. What the hell! Whatever this job was, a pony that was clearly suffering from some sort of psychosis certaintly  would be a hinderance, and even more importantly, it could end with the mare getting hurt...

Vincent`s eyes scanned around the room whilist the folders were passed out, wondering where the pony he`d heard early was. He`d heard it scurry off once he let go, and still wondered whether they were friend or foe. His thought was inturrupted as the folder was placed before him, oppening it with a talon and looking it over.

The mare of time... the title was a familar one. He`d read all about her, both through military reports (mostly as huge speculation) and tabloids. No one could confirm if she exist, but... hell, with all the crazy things in the world, who knew what could and couldn`t? Something that caught his eyes more than the title, was the location mentioned. Foal mountain... he`d flown around that area several times in his life, in fact, he`d passed over it during his flight to this very meeting, but he`d never noticed anything there... still... he did always unconciously keep his distance from it..

"so...." he said, placing the folder down, listening to the others speaking. The mare that had helped him before was related to some sort of.. chaos mage? Interesting... "Are we suppose to bring you her head on a silver platter? I mean..." he gestured to the folder "These crimes undoubtably are worthy of a death sentence in the Griffin Kingdoms. Or will you ponies use your 'power of friendship and love' to convert her?" he said the last part sarcastically, but in truth, inside he was all bussiness, already wondering: How do you take down someone who can change history?

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"Sweet!" Vincent said excitedly, thinking a moment. "One sec." He said, dashing up straight into the air and looking around at various structures around town. He smirked as he found something just over a mile away, landing back on the ground beside the mare. "alright, there`s this park about a mile away. In the middle of the park, there`s this statue of General Hoofinhower. First one there wins. Deal?" he said, getting into a good launch position. "On 3?" he said, adreneline pumping in anticipation. 

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Vincent walked through the streets, trying to think of something to do, something outside of his usual routine. Got to the library? Nah. Go get drunk on the only pony drink he found acceptable (a whiskey called Wild Pegasus, although another brand called the Bucking Bronco had a kick) Maybe later. It was way too early to go get drunk, what kind of wierdo would be hitting the bars already? 

It was quite awhile before he spotted something that caught his eyes: a rather colorful ice cream shop. Ice cream wasn`t something the Griffin Kingdoms had in abundance, but he`d had it before and he`d loved it. He though a moment, and even though he probrably shouldn`t have, he walked on in, smiling contently as the door chimed to announce a customer. 

I`m sorry, but I don`t think I can be in this RP. It`s entirely differant than what I expected, and I don`t think myself a good enough RPer for it. My deepest apologies.

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"Oh, you`re so on!" he said, quickly getting up, having paid for the Coffee, and heading outside, stretching himself. "Alright, what kinda race we going for? Short, Long? Few miles, down the street? What, what!?" he said, clearly raring to go. Even though he enjoyed history, and could  be seen as a geeky Griffion, he couldn`t help but get excited by the idea of a race, especially against a species he`d never gone up against before.  

Vincent blinked as he was... rather abruptly left. He sighed, having hoped to make plans to meet up with the mare later: she seemed rather interesting. He looked at the Stallion he`d been helping. "Hey, i`m sure they`ll get you taken care of... please, be careful. I`m gonna head up. Good luck." he said, turning to leave. He wasn`t quite sure what to do now... he supposed his original plan of heading to the library was still open... but between meeting a thief mare, and another mare that was rehabilitating from some sort of mental condition, doing something like that felt so... bland. So, he took to the streets, looking for some sort of activity to be done.

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"Y-yessir!" Walker said, trying to take a moment to salute at the order before being given another, checking his equipment. He cursed as he realized he`d lost a few of his spare mags when he`d jumped into the water. He heard the order and nodded, taking position as he covered the Stallion moving up, along with those with him, taking pot-shots at the bunkers at the sea-wall. He doubted he`d hit a target, but he didn`t need to: he just needed to keep thier heads down. Next, he was moving up, rushing up the beach desperately on his hooves, trying hard not to slip, or trip on his own hooves.  He saw the SGT reach cover, but get hit in the process. "Buck!" he cried. With the SGT down, the number that would be covering him would be much less. He looked at the mare that had been assiting him covering him with her M1 Grande (Silver Letter) "Come on!" he cried, making a run for it, bullets flying all around him, one grazing his leg, and although it stung and burned, he ignored it and made it to the next piece of cover... seeing the slumped body of a medic over the SGT "Shit! hang on..." he said, moving the medic off of the Stallion. "Hold on... hold on..." he said, applying pressure to the wound, calling out for a medic, but if there were any nearby, they couldn`t hear him over the gun fire. A corporal near them came over, and took a breath. Hang on... get some gauze from the medic... this is gonna be bloody... The corporal unicorn took a breath to steady himself, and used his telekinsis... on the bullet lodged in the sergeant`s side, ripping it out. Walker quickly grabbed the gauze from the fallen medic, attempting to use it to stop the bleeding. "do... do you want something for the pain?" he asked, unsure if the SGT would want to keep a clear head. 

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reading a characters bio doesn`t give a 100% indepth look at what they would do in every situation. No matter how closely one pays attention to the others bio, I gurantee this RP will be filled with actions considered 'out of character; by whomever made the OC. 

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That`s what I thought too... it`s preety odd, if you ask me, since we won`t know the characters personality nearly as much as the one who made it, but... ah well... 

alright, and where does all of this stand on the memories front? I wanna remember whomever I gets days at the orphanage!

Alright, so, just to make sure I don`t mess up all the things, i`m gonna make sure i`ve got this straight:

When we switch with the other person, we`ll keep our own personalities for a time, but they will quickly change to fix whomever we switched too... what about memories, and things like that? 

I'm not sure though I mean if we are switched why must we act like the others OC then it kinda doesn't make sense

I think he means we won`t act like the other OC, but he`s going to decide who switches with whom for which will be most interesting. 

Can`t wait! Out of curiousity, are you planning before hand who switches with who, or are you allowing others to choose for themselves?

Don`t worry: I`ve been roleplaying for a very long time, just new to the site. I`m sure i`ll be able to keep up.

http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/vincent-stormwalker-r4432 here`s the sheet, I just made it so it isn`t as polished as I would have liked, but i`ll touch up on it as things go along.

Good kinda feels dead... Sorry if I havn`t been doing a good enough job. I really like the RP, so i`m hoping that 1/2 of it doesn`t die off. 

Walker was in the second wave landing crafts, taking a few deep breaths. He was almost compulsively checking his weapon, wanting it to look perfect, make sure everything was working. He held his M1 carbine in shaking hooves as he took deep breaths. Using a weapon like this was... awkward for an earth pony. Some prefered to use thier tounges to pull the trigger, holding it in thier mouths.  Walker was more than a little jealous of unicorns, whom could use thier horns an magic to pull the trigger. Walker tapped his helmet with a hoof, making sure it wasn`t too loose. You can do this. You trained. You`re ready. He tried to convince himself it was true... he wasn`t certain.

Even from here, he could hear the gunhots going on the beach... screams of those who were hit, cries of ponies as they bled... he shuddered, trying to block it out. 30 seconds! Get ready! he heard his CO calling out, just barely above the rocking water and the gunshots. Already, bullets were flying at the landing craft... when those doors oppened... he could see them begining to open, saw the fire already upon it... an made a snap decision: He threw himself over the side of the boat, landing in the water... a good decision... a majority of those that had been in the landing craft were cut to ribbions in moments. He swam towards the beach, soaked, and heard bullets flying in all directions cover was the only thing that rang through his mind as he began running up the beach, throwing himself behind a german hedgehog. A SGT. good, someone to listen to. "Sir! The fuck are we gonna do!?" he cried desperately. Bullets were flying in all directions, slamming into thier cover... if there was a moment to feel pinned, it was now.

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Don`t have a page for this character... think I could just type it up on here?

Could a Griffin join this experiment? I mean, Twilight seems like she`d want a preety wide variety of test subjects...

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"True, True. Suppose I could simply find a book or scroll about it... i`m sure atleast one Zebra has publshed something of the basics." He mumbled to himself. Knowing how to make medicine, or use the herbs during a trip... if his wing ever healed long enough for distant travel, that would be incredibly useful. Still, this was all food for thought later on. He needed to make sure the colt would be fine. He noticed that most of the 'terminally injured' patients that had been in before them had been taken away already. "shouldn`t be much longer..." he mumbled.

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As if on cue, the mare at the desk beckoned for them, and Vincent stood and helped the injured colt onto his feet. "Here, i`ll help you walk." he said, leading him towards the desk. He spoke to the mare for a moment, who informed him they needed a name for the patient before they could accept him. "erm... well..." he glaned at the acid green stallion "Here`s hoping you didn`t hurt yourself too much not to remember your own name..."