Trevor Bright

What's your feeling on guns in equestria? Cause if you're good with it, I'll apply as Dusty Spurs: http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/dusty-spur-r6772 He does use guns and his armor is a bit high tech, but if you're alright with that then that would be cool...and I'm sorry, but theres a 200 character limit and it's forcing me to ramble.

Hmm...interesting. I'll have to try that when I get photoshop. 

I probably shouldn't ask, but how do you make them? The gifs. Do you just record a video then cut parts of it out?

Oh...  ok....are you sure ? 

Oh yeah, I'll try keeping my two OC's out of the same conversation (except for once, but this one can't be helped) because usually I post from my phone, and when I'm on my phone, I can't change my characters dialogue color like I can on the computer. So...yeah. If it gets confusing or something, just tell me on here and I'll try to straighten it out.

@@Coco Pommel I love your fallout pony gif with the gun. That's awesome! Where'd you get it?

I'm just trying to find a few more RP's to join right now. All of my other ones died. I'm in a few new one's, but I'm still looking for one or two more. 

Dusty was up and out of bed, revolver in hoof at the noise. There it was again! Some pony was moving around in the room next door. He slowly slunk across his room so he could have a good vantage point of the door should it be opened. He waited, tension building in his body. Just when he thought he could stand it no longer, the door next door opened. He leveled his revolver at the door, waiting for it to open...it didn't. The hoofsteps went past his door and down the stairs. Dusty sighed in relief and uncocked his revolver, and walked over to the nightstand, setting it down and turning on the lamp. He squinted in the light for a few moments, then turned around and looked over his room. He'd gotten for 80 bits. It was a tad expensive, but it came with food and drink. Not that Dusty drank. He was a professional. He prefered not to cloud his mind with drink. Sighing, he straightened up his bed. "No use trying to sleep now." He mutters to himself. Dusty checks the load on his revolver out of habit. He knew it was full. All 12 shots. He walked over to the closet of his room and opened it, pulling gear out. First thing he put on was a makeshift chest plate. "Should protect you from anything and everything those Pronghorns throw at you. Not to bad gun fire either...just don't stand in it too long. It's not bulletproof." That's what the smith that made it had told him. He was right. The only thing that had damaged it was a shot from a rifle a little while back. He'd needed medical attention after that. He got patched up though, and so was his chest plate. He smiled fondly at it. Next he put on his Duster. That thing could keep him dry in the middle of a flood. Well, mostly dry. He pulled the duster on and grabbed his holster and knife. He holstered his revolver in his holster (((say that 10 times fast))) and grabbed the last few things in his arsenal. A modified gas mask and his special lucky tried and true Trail Carbine. His mask was modified to allow him to breathe during a dust or sand storm. It wouldn't do much against gasses anymore, but there wasn't much use for that now he was out of the military. And his rifle was as durable and trustworthy as they go. He shoved the mask in a pocket, slung the rifle over his shoulder on to his back and stepped outside. "Better go see if my employers are here yet." He says to himself as he steps down into the bar.

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Probably ok character, but an entire ship? I don't know. 

I want Twi vs. Rares. Then I want Twi to win.

I think I'm going to use a Halo character. But I'm wondering, my character is kinda a... Pilot... Of one of those super large Convenant carriers. I'm assuming him actually having a space ship of that size is not possible... Right?

An Elite pilot? Or a grunt? Cause if you use Elite, you could use an energy sword or plasma rifle as a weapon....

Hmmm. If something opens up, could I use Jacob the Lionhearted? I'd unponify him so he could just be the Dovahkiin. @@Flight Risk

http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/jacob-the-lionhearted-r5660

 

Name: Cecil Palmer

Alias (if any): N/A

Franchise from which you originate: Welcome to Night Vale.

Weapon(s) of choice: None, really.

Description of Appearance: (or post an image)

*Cecil does not have a canon appearance and isn't really described in the show. This appearance is just a headcanon*

Short Bio/History: Cecil is the radio host for the small and bizarre desert town of Night Vale, and has wanted to be such for the better part of his childhood. However, at some point around becoming the voice of Night Vale pieces of his past were forgotten, and he is only aware of these things because of tapes he found that he recorded when he was a teenager. He has lived in Night Vale his entire life. 

Being the one that gives the town basically all of the news, he is always very aware of what's happening in Night Vale, and is very proud and fond of it despite how terrible and weird things can be. 

 

(Sorry this took forever   )

 

CECIL!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH!!!! GO NIGHTVALE!!!!!

Could I use another OC I just finished? Dusty Spur. He could be a merc hired to protect the caravan? I could nix his armor and rifle and just keep his pistol and knife?

I think you're talking to the wrong group. Mint Drop has two OC's, but they're not in the same conversation. Diamond Dust is talking to Amber (TSN) and Forge (Me) while Winter Light is talking to Aqua (You), Hazmat (Gamma Wave of Wubs) and Shooting (Harmony Cube) 

@@Lighting Star

Forge nodded to both of the mares politely, but didn't say anything. He wasn't a very social pony, most of his social interactions being business deals, so he didn't really know what to say. He shook Amber's hoof and finally decided to reply with "Well, its a pleasure to make your aquantinces."

@@Mint Drop

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@ in your last post you addressed Diamond Dust directly so I was only waiting to give her time to respond, if Mint Drop doesn't post by tomorrow I'll have Amber cut in though.

Ok. Sorry, and thanks.

Uh...if the characters I posted with died (I know they didn't, but they aren't posting) then should I move on to you guys? Or use the teleportation as an excuse to move?

@@Harmony Cube

I'm waiting on a reply from @Mint Drop and

This is me waiting to get in the ER for an ingrown toe nail.

I'm waiting on a reply...

Beastly looked long and hard at Forge, then nodded a hello. "Forgive me, haven't slept in a while. Stress..." Beastly had bags under his eyes, and they were bloodshot; clearly something was bothering him.

 

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Zaidor stepped into the saloon, looking for something to eat, when he spotted two ponies standing next to a quite feral looking pony. At once, he recognized him. "Beastly! My old friend!"

Forge stopped and turned around. Hesitantly, he opened his mouth to say something. Finally he sighed and said to Beastly "if you need some rest, I'm about to get a room from the bar keeper. You can have it if you like...you sure do look like you need it more then I do." He walked up to the bar keeper and said, your brother is home safe. Here's the twenty." After getting the key to the room, he was about to offer it to Beastly when a Zebera came bumbling in. Forge recognized him as the one who had held up the platform this morning because he had googley eyes for some mare.

Luna loves building sandcastles

 

 

And heres a little comic

 

 

 

I love the comic! That is so funny!

Y'all should watch this! Its pretty cool.

 

Fall of the Crystal Empire:

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@@PoisonPegasus,

 

Tumbleweed smirked as he lead Forge into the bustling saloon. "Don't you worry about non o' them, they ain't nearly as bad as ponies like ta think. And if we do run into any trouble me and my partner have got ya covered, speakin' a which..." he paused as he noticed the pegasus colt half-passed out on the bar. Giving the colt a hard smack on the back to jolt him awake, Tumbleweed proceeded to introduce Forge. "This here is my partner Beastly, he may look like a kid but he's got one helluva bite."

Forge looked at beastly with a critical eye, then noded. "Bite hmm? You mean that in a literal sense?" He looked up to see if they caught on to his joke, then just sighed. He didn't know why he tried for humor when it usually fell on its proverbial face. He stuck his hoof out to Beastly. "Forge." He turned around and, speaking to both of them said, "if there's nothing else, the barkeep has a promise to make good on and I have a room that needs sleeping in."

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"You wouldn't happen ta be named Forge now, would ya?" Tumbleweed asked a grey unicorn walking the street. "Pardon me if I'm wrong, we don't get many of you unicorns this far south o' Dodge unless they're on their way to Neighvada ya see. The name's Tumbleweed, I run the caravan 'round here" he said extending a hoof in greeting.

Forge turned around to see the pony that was addressing him. He looked him over before returning the hoofshake and replying. "You were looking for me huh? Well, you found me. Guess my message about a caravan got through." Forge looked Tumbleweed up and down, then said "I hope you got more security for your caravan then just yourself. Don't get me wrong, I'm no pushover in a fight, but I ain't to Kern on the idea of trying to take on a bunch of prongies all on my lone some."

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Forge nodded and picked the kid up from where he'd fallen asleep, moving him to a bed he found in the corner of the smith. Forge was about to leave when he remembered what the barkeep said about him being down on his luck. Forge groaned. Mumbled a few explitives and the word conscience, and put the 20 bits he would've saved running this errand down on the table next to the door. He then slipped out quietly, locking the door behind him, and headed back towards the saloon.

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Forge used his magic to help pull the colt back on to his feet where he moved to support him. "Easy now" he heard himself saying."There we go, let's get you home." Forge helped the kid outside. He stopped and looked around, getting his sense of direction straight. "Alright, c'mon kid. Let's get you home."