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Alright, let's do this. Normal pony OC is in my signature, so don't bother looking for a link on this post. Now onto human counterpart. Human Form: Wears the same red circle glasses that he has on his pony form and a forest green military jacket that his grandfather gave him, with one sleeve rolled up, as the button is missing. On his rolled up wrist is a small wristwatch. He also wears black jeans and black trail running shoes with red shoelaces. His shirts range from a variety of colors, though he prefers red or white. His hair is still a wild as ever, though his trademark black and white striped mane is now a single line of white amongst the rest of his crazy black hair.

Of course there are dinosaurs today! What do you think chickens are? They're a descendant of dinosaurs, so therefore they must be them, at least a little bit.

I think the best one is Foxy, and judging by the previous it seems he's the fan favorite. You forgot to check Pirate Cove, didn't you motherfucker?

Whoa, the edge is real, man. #2Edgy4Me.

I refuse to believe anyone who is an writer on Kotaku takes anything they write seriously. I mean, come on, "Why SAO is possibly the best anime in decades." has got to be a massive fucking joke. Not to mention all of the other shit they post there. They're either flawed or outdated articles on things that are no longer relevant. Get with the times! You're a fucking online journalist site! You shouldn't have this problem!

Well, if you want some more subtle horror that builds on suspense, I'd recommend watching The Woman in Black. It's based after a pretty terrifying book on the same name and it sticks with you. It has Daniel Radcliffe as the lead, so if you're a fan of his work, then go ahead and check it out.

I would bring nothing but a large spellbook, using my mastery of the arcane to destroy my foes or start the Wightpocalypse. You can't handle this magic!

Oh, I curse all the fucking time. At the slightest provocation, I just let the swears fly. Only time I try to curb them is when I'm at church or at my grandparents house. Other than that, fuck all that shit about being "polite".

Aw, damn, I got Storm wizard. Actually...that ain't so bad. I'll have Mother Nature kick the shit out of you with lightning while I watch, laughing maniacally.

Because the pic I wanted was too large, Discord was getting boring, and Sexual Lobster's portrayal of Death is awesome. That about sums it up, really.

Well...that was an unnecessarily long class...at least I got a feel for my peers and even made an enemy or two, Slate thought to himself. This certainly has proved to be interesting academy. It certainly has earned its' name... As he was walking down the hall, he noticed an entrance way into what appeared to be a massive library. The studious bookworm in him stirred, he made his way inside, impressed at how many books there were. Smiling just a little, his eyebrow cocked at the sight of an odd looking pony and her even more curious companion in what appeared to be the study area of the whole section. Silently watching them, Slate walked over to a nearby bookshelf and picked up a nearby book, A Thesis on Interspecies Reproduction. On the cover was a griffin and pony holding hands, with hearts above their heads. Rolling his eyes at the saccharine cover, he pried open the book and began to read. To Slates' immense surprise, it was not, as he had expected, a childrens' book telling why it's okay to love another creature, but in fact detailed reports and observations on interspecies relationships throughout Equestria and beyond. After reading a few, Slate turned his eyes once more to the odd group reading and silently wondered if they were crossbreeds sent here because of their odd heritage.

I liked the PS1 and PS2 as they had a larger, more varied game library as well as more entertaining games to play on them. Perhaps it's nostalgia talking, but I think I'd prefer playing PS2 games over PS4 or PS3 games anyday. There's nothing I love more than starting it up and playing some SoulCalibur 2 or 3 and Devil May Cry.

Slate winced and cursed internally as both the minotaur and bug reprimanded him for lashing out. Damn it, I showed weakness...Have to be strong, can't let them break me, not like last time... As Slate was about to speak up, he stopped as he noticed the bug looked quite nauseous, on the verge of throwing up. Closing his mouth and lifting an eyebrow, he studies the bug. Most unusual...it looked fine a moment ago, albeit slightly annoyed. So why is it sick now? Did it eat something it didn't like? It only got this way after I got...angry...at...the minotuar....That's it! It's an emotion feeder! Emotion feeder....that sounds familiar... "Hey, bug. What's your species called?"

Slates' ears twitched when he heard them talking again. Eye twitching, he struggled to remain calm before paranoia overtook him. However, his concentration was broken when he was tapped by the minotaur. Turning around angrily, Slate spoke in a deep, cold voice. "Don't. Touch. Me." Glaring at the minotaur and his compatriot, he spoke again. "I don't care who you think you are, but you will not touch me. Not unless you want an early trip to the grave. That goes double for you, bug."

The students are all currently in their respective classes, with me, Sage, and Fictional in shop class, while the rest are in Biology. Delta is the Biology teacher and is currently explaining how the class works, while Sage and Fictional try to figure out what makes me different in their class. Meanwhile, I'm trying my best to ignore them, with varying degrees of success. The dragon hybrids are fairly pleasant and okay, while the deer pony is nervous about participating in a group. And now you know...the rest of the episode! Good day.

All I'm doing is waiting for someone to respond to my post. Not my fault it takes so long.

Slate felt a tingling on the back of his neck, a sure sign somepony was talking about him. Trying to focus on the teacher, he felt his eyes constantly drift back to the pair behind him, whispering something, no doubt about him. Shuffling uncomfortably, he only grew slightly more annoyed when they continued to stare at him. I hate being out in the open, mainly because of all the people staring at me. Makes me nervous. I know I may not unique to your eyes, but this staring is starting to aggravate me. I hope I can just get through this class and never have to see them again.

give me a few, ill be there.

Oh, you're building it with WorldLoader and MCEdit? I've just been using Creative mode on Tekkit to make my version. So far I've got the base going. It's 50 by 75 blocks, more than enough to cover a decent chunk of space. I'll add more if I need to, but it's going pretty well.

@, @ Slate looked around the room, staring at each face of the students, before finally resting on a minotaur and and what appeared to be an overgrown bug, in the basic shape of a pony, oddly enough. While the rest of the students were staring at him, these were perhaps the most intense, or perhaps curious. Walking over to a table near them, he looked them over before turning his head away to focus on the class. No need to bother myself with those two, no matter how hard they stare. Still, something seems different about them, I'm not sure what...This requires further study...

Slate Armet walked down the sidewalk peacefully, enjoying the breeze through his mane. It wasn't often that he got outdoors, let alone during the daytime. Cavorting with the dead tend to lessen daylight activities, as many don't really approve. His peacefulness was shattered when he heard a clocktower chime. Slate sighed and his mood darkened. The real excuse he was outside, the real reason he was amongst the living. He had to go to school, an academy to be more precise. He didn't know how they manged to find him and force him to come to this school, he just knew he had to go or else. They were quite insistent on the 'or else' part. Quickening his pace, he found himself in front of what appeared to be a massive brick building with a sign simply saying 'Outcast Academy'. Shaking his head, he headed through the doors and found himself in front of a long hallway. Pulling a piece of paper from his cloak, he skimmed over it. It appears my first hour is 'Shop Class'. Are we learning about business? Seems more suited towards Economics... Shrugging, Slate put the list up and looked around for the room of his class. After what seemed like forever, Slate finally found it. Upon entering, his eyebrow curled up in bemusement. Instead of a business class, it appeared to be a small workshop, complete with tools, lumber, bricks, and oddly enough, metal. Hm. Of all the courses I get, it's one of my worst skills. I'm going to fail with flying colors...

Username: FancyTomato Character Name: Character Age: 17 Link:http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/slate-armet-r6829 Pony Species: Earth Optional: He can only perform highly complicated and lengthy rituals to contact/raise the dead and such. It's kind of a mix between druidism and low-tier necromancy. This is the easiest way for him to practice his "spells" and "magic" seeing as he is an Earth pony and so there is no direct magical outlet, like a horn.

I wish to make an exciting and revolutionary discovery in the field of science, preferably in astronomy or chemistry. A lofty goal, no doubt, but one that I will do my best to achieve.

I don't know, that's a tough one. I suppose Sam Elliot or someone like that. You know, those with those gruff voices. Then again having someone like, say, Bob Ross would also be cool. He could tell everyone about my "happy little life".