Randimaxis

WOW, this is a nifty character! Any chance you could possibly put the background in without a link? You could just copy/paste from the original doc, and it should be fine.

Dax listened intently to the story as it unfolded; hs eager mind understood full wel that he was urrently learning something about the mysterious changeling race, and it was information that practically nobody else but changelings truly knew about, he was fairly certain. What he was hearing was special, and though he would never tell a soul, he would also store it away in the rather impressive filing cabinet n his head, gleefully once again becoming the bearer of rare and wonderful knowledge. When the conversation darkened, Dax knew he'd witnessed a tender subject, and made note ot to ask about it... but keep his mind alert to it, should more pieces of the puzzle fall into place. It was like a Daring Do mystery, only with more intrigue than swashbuckling. Still, it made him feel a bit like a special dignitary, which made him think of Illiad, and wonder how in the world he would ever pay back such a kindness to him. Then, the music started... Dax watched the violinist for a moment, then he slowly closed his eyes and began to wander through the notes in his mind, his hoof raising up to keep time as his muzzle gave many expressions, all with his emerlad eyes shut tight, as he became lost in the melody. Internally, the young stallion was picturing a pegasus - Swift, in fact - making his rounds throughout Troy, each wonder he'd seen thus far being a scene in his vision. He marvelled at the musical journey that played through his mind, and had stars in his eyes when she finished. Though he waited for the changelings reactions so he didn't make a social faux-pas, Dax was already applauding in his heart, and it was a standing ovation. And that was just the first song!

Dax nodded. "Yes, ma'am - I thought so too, so I just did the right thing. Even if I didn't get any reward for it," except my first kiss, "there was no doubt in my mind that it was wrong for anyone to have to go through that kind of treatment, and... well, I guess I'm not too good at haggling, but it wasn't about the price." Again, thoughts of Wyland Blackwater, who had changed his name from the traditional Equestrian way, just to save the life of a runaway zebra slave. Those two had fallen in love; it was where his family line got their zebra genes from, and where Dax got his stripes from. And now, perhaps the stars had more in store for one of their best friends than he even knew yet? "But I am honored to be worthy of such a priviledge and responsibility; I hope to be as worthy as a friend to your family and subjects, as well." He bowed respectfully low, not too far. Mother's training is really going to work here; glad I paid attention! Dax breathed a small sigh of relief. "I hoped I wasn't being rude - I've just never seen such a unique sight; I wonder if you'dmind me asking about such a phenomenon? It sounds as if it was quite a story-" he gave a light start, "if, uhm, that isn't being too forward..?" Dax blushed; training or not, he simply felt it better to humbly bow; what he'd done had never really even been a thought of being noble... it was... well, she needed help; he gave it. Still, even if he shied a bit from it, he did enjoy and acknowledge the praise. Dax's blush deepened at that, but his manners wouldn't allow him to skip an introduction - Mother would haunt his dreams for years. "I'm glad to meet you, Your Highness - I'm Daxter Blackwater of the Crystal Mountain Blackwaters, and second-in-line as heir to the Blackwater Emerald Mines. Not that it makes me such a big deal, but I'm proud of my family's work." This was full truth; he knew Blackwater Emeralds were quality gems, and he had confidence in his family's legacy. THAT was one thing Illiad had always seen in Dax - the colt had faith in his roots. He gave her a quick hug, and spoke softly next to her head. "Meeting you was a reward, all its' own; it's good to see you again, Oracle." His heart did a little fluttery-flip, and he sat back on the cushion next to her, looking out over the balcony to get a better view.

Well, I don't think of it as a shrine, actually... and it's not one character... ... but does this count?

Is your roleplay set on Advanced, perchance? If so, that section has a larger character number; if that's not the problem, I could try to poke someone about it for you?

He looked a bit shocked when Illiad told him of the tests, but the surprise didn't last long. It makes sense they'd do that - a hive can be quite vulnerable, and not everyone accepts changelings yet; it would be pretty foolish to just let anyone inside. But I'm also glad to see that, me just being me, I passed their tests... that means I feel a bit safer too, if I'M the kind of pony they allow into their home. He glanced around again. Their incredible, beautiful home... Dax also gave a curious look, but seemed to accept it well enough, and stood to accompany the guards and Illiad to their destination. With everything I've seen in Troy, there are only a very few possibilities as to why this would happen... and with all I've seen here, I'm leaning heavily toward a particular thought. He followed along innocently enough, his thoughts wandering through his mind. And if I'm right... I'll bet my left hoof that Miss Goldenrod had something to do with this. In fact, with so many familiar styles between here and her office... Mentally, he gave a gasp as the thought came home: Is Miss Goldenrod THE QUEEN!? The very instant Dax saw Oracle, the entire hive knew it; the surge of shy, sweet love that exploded within him was written all over his muzzle for a moment, until he finally found his voice. "O-Oracle? Wow, HIYA! I didn't expect... I mean, I... uhm..." Well, he found it for a moment, at least. He allowed himself to be led to the pillows next to Oracle, but before he sat down, he knew he had to say something to the others here, or else his Mother's enraged voice would deafen his mental ears inside his skull. Dax turned to the other two present, and gave a proper Trojan bow - complete with crossed forehooves. Once done, he looked to them both with a respectful muzzle, speaking evenly and calmly (which was quite a feat, at the moment). "Though I am aware that Illiad Easle is your actual guest here tonight, I wanted to thank you humbly for giving me the opportunity to share in this event; you have my explicit gratitude, Your Majesty." He truly hoped that at least ONE of them was the Queen, and that he wasn't making a fool of himself here. DON'T stare at the eight legs... DON'T stare at the eight legs... DON'T stare at the eight legs... He then sat down on the cushions next to Oracle, who now had the bulk of his attention. "I'm excited, are you excited, this is exciting, I LOVE the excitement of this!" He looked (and sounded) a bit giddy, happy to be here, with his best friend and the mare he held in his heart, and accepted by everyone around him - something Daxter Blackwater had never, ever experienced in his entire life. Heck, by now, even Illiad could feel the happiness in the young stallion - if through nothing more than the look on Dax's muzzle.

Because I find Teminite to be driving and powerful; good roleplay inspiration.

Dax watched as the foalings left, and returned every wave eagerly. He then turned to Carbon. "Those are the young ones?" He blushed a bit. "They're awfully cute." It was no lie; Dax always looked for the best in others, and had a unique outlook on things in life - regardless of Equestrian history, the young stallion didn't even sweat a single drop over being literally surrouned by changelings. Of course, Dax was well-versed in his own family history, and knew all too well that there were always bad apples on any given family tree; he figured the infamous changeling queen Chrysalis had been one of those apples. He wasn't about to judge a whole race on the actions of one individual - it would've been hypocritical of a Blackwater to do so. And the foaling's wide, bright eyes were adorable to him. Dax followed along, looking for all the world like a tourist, with the way his eyes kept scanning over every detail, every design, every little nook and cranny he could see into. His excitement built with his wonder, as he began to pick out patterns and marvel at the craftsmanship that went into something like this. This is a changeling hive... and Illiad is welcome here, so they're accepting of me. This is beyond anything I'd thought I'd see in Troy; he told me we'd be meeting changelings, but I didn't expect we'd be invited into their home for a concert! I'm getting the chance to see something that very few others in the entirety of Equus will ever even know of... Dax shivered with excitement, nearly overwhelmed with the prospect of what might be to come. He also didn't lose a step, and waved at practically every changeling who looked at him, his smile broad and giddy with awe. His emotions were writ large on his muzzle - no hiding his enthusiasm - as he followed along, marvelling at the sights around him. Then, he noticed the crowds were getting thick. As he glanced around at them, his excitement became more of a curiosity as he looked at the different changelings that were joining the crowd. He tried to focus on individuality; things like the number of ridges on their backs, or the arrangement of holes on their limbs, or even the designs of their wings. Dax was trying to find defining characteristics among a race who normally seemed uniformly alike, and was struck with how intricate some of those defining details were. When they reached the massive auditorium, though... "OH! Ohhhhhhhhhh wwwwwwooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww!!!!! There's so MANY here! And the place is HUGE!" The shock of seeing such an enormous gathering of changelings, all in one place, was a jolt to his system. By now, Dax was so ramped up with excitement and wonder, any changelings nearby would have to have been utterly numb not to notice the earth pony and his thunderous enthusiasm for what he was already considering one of the best days of his entire life. When he got to the chair, he looked it over for a bit, his curiosity causing him to reach out with a hoof and touch the seat... then, as he gained understanding, he slowly took said seat, giving his rump a slight wiggle to settle into the 'cushion' better. He gave a giggle at how it felt gooshy, but it wasn't actually gooshy at all. Idly, part of him wondered if his Father would have enjoyed such a seat at his own desk. Dax looked as though he was part electricity right now; his eyes were bright and constantly looking things over, and his smile was not only grand, but it had that quality of being contaigous if others saw his wide-eyed wonder. He turned to Illiad, and his smile was almost eating his muzzle alive. "Illiad, thank you for this opportunity," he said as calmly as he could (which meant not-so-much), "this is absolutely amazing, and I'm flattered that you'd want to share this experience with me!" Unable to help himself, he reached over and gave Illiad a hug that nearly made the Trojan's ribcage flex; Dax was an earth pony, after all, AND the colt of a rock miner - his excited hugs would possibly count as a chiropractor's therapy session! No damage done, but Illiad was once again reminded of just how strong the young stallion truly was.

Such a jovial and enthusiastic attitude... I bet he and Knee Slapper would get along just fine. Dax grinned. "Nice to meet you too, Mr. Sax!" Dax nodded. "Yeah, you did fine; honestly, I'm a bit, uhm... intrigued... that you already knew my name; I kinda thought my whole trip here was supposed to be kinda low-key, but if Illiad talked to you first, then it makes sense. No worries, Mr. Sax - if I'd have been on my own, I probably would've come to you anyway, because I like your friendliness!" It was the truth; Dax enjoyed enthusiasm, and Mr. Sax was no exception. Dax wondered about that for a moment, then decided he trusted Illiad and worried about it not a moment more. Besides, he had other questions that were a bit more pressing... "So, uhm... I know the posters said the concert was tomorrow, so I was kinda wondering if you were getting, like, a preview concert? Something for folks in your profession, getting a look before the public show goes on? I-is that what's happening here?" Curiosity was at an all-time high in the stallion, and his fear was nowhere to be seen; he was certain that, with Illiad, he had nothing to worry about. Dax took the blindfold and looked at it. If it were anyone but Illiad, I'd say no way... but, I guess, when in Troy... He nodded, then slipped the blindfold over his eyes and tied it - tightly. He remembered games of hide-and-go-seek he used to play with Oglevy; even though the little scamp had always peeked, Dax never had done so - no need to stoop to a foal's level to win - and had the same mentality when it came to this blindfold. No peeking; I wanna be surprised! However, once the blindfold was on, Dax got quiet. He wasn't upset or such... it was more that he felt like it was important not to cause a problem while he was unable to see, plus he was also trying not to fidget nervously. Just because he was in the company of those he could trust, the fact he couldn't see still worked at his nerves a bit. The young earth pony imply stared around him, trying to look at everything at once. "Wooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww..." He'd known Illiad had spoken of meeting changelings, but he had NOT been ready for this! He seemed to have a head on a spring, because it kept wheeling back and forth to look at everything around him... Until he realized that he hadn't said anything to the changelings yet. "OH! Uhm, hiya... I'm Dax... I... I'm, uh, glad to meet you. Sorry, I just... woooooooooowwwwww..." He glanced around a bit more, then looked back at his hosts and sheepishly grinned. "Eh heh heh... s-sorry. I just, uhm... get excited."

When I first saw the trailer, my thought was 'oh, another Teen Titans Go', and shut myself of it. I wasn't about to join the crowds of folks blasting it, because I don't like blasting stuff (except Nazis, but that's different). Slowly, over time, I became curious about the show; I watched some of the little comercials and the claymation shorts (which were adorable, by the way), and I began to think about it. I would never have become a Brony if it weren't for me giving the show a try, albeit to make sure my daughter was watching quality stuff. I fell for the show because of the characters and the general warm ambiance that it holds. Am I expecting that from Pony Life? Well, yes and no. Yes, because I'm certain the fandom isn't lost on Hasbro, so they'll have nods and mentions for the Brony community that will make us smirk, at least - I'm faitly certain of that; it's a common trope in these sorts of things. Plus, it'll still be the same voice actors, so they'll stll sound the same; good for me, because I have a good ear for voices, and I'd be distracted by new ones. Aaaaaaaand no, because this ISN'T G5; it's just a little thing in between for kids and folks who like silly humor. And there's nothing wrong with that, as it's spreading ponies to another audience. In a way, it's like how I feel about the Star Wars saga; the newer stuff is good, but it'll never hold a candle to the originals... and that's okay; I don't blast the newer films, because they ARE good - I just prefer the older ones. But that doesn't mean I dislike them at all. THAT is what I'm hovering over, right now - Pony Life will be its' own thing, starring our beloved pones, and it'll be what it'll be. I'll watch it to see what it's like, but if I don't like it? I'll just say I don't care for it, and leave it at that. Drama Bombs are for the younger generation; I'll take a cup of tea, a bag of chips, and a seat in front of my TV for Pony Life, and judge for myself. (Honestly, if they don't have Blueblood, it's already an improvement.)

Dax gladly returned the hug. "Well... if you're going with us to the concert, I kinda figured you wouldn't be 'on call' for mail, so it's okay. Besides, I'm just glad you like it! I wanted to get something more... 'utlilitarian' than just, y'know, a postcard or such." "Carbon, a gift is a GIFT; you don't need to repay gifts! I did it because Illiad said you did what you do, and I thought it would be right in line with your interests... plus, you got to examine those emeralds, but you can keep this one." Sounds kinda like what I'd say, if I were given a gift. Dax nodded, ready to leave whenever they were. "Well, then onward, I suppose!" he said cheerily.

@Loud Opinion Oglevy had given the stallion his time; he hadn't interrupted, nor made any sort of motion from boredom. This kid had paid strict attention, and was shrewdly eyeballing Gold as he contemplated for a moment, then he spoke confidently and seriously. "Well... you know your stuff, so there's that at least. And you can certainly talk the talk..." He put a hoof to his chin in contemplation. "The employees usually don't have much to do with the clients; our gems are shipped across all of Equestria, and Father meets most of our clients, muzzle-to-muzzle, to deal with them personally. And as far as finances go, you'd better be on the ball, 'cause Mother knows her numbers. REAL well. And since SHE'S the Head Accountant here, you'd best find some way of putting that without insulting her work." He then smirked. "Oh, and for the record? Offering your services for free seems really desperate - I'd offer 'em at half-price, or Mother won't respect you." Seems the colt was being genuine... but how would he know for certain whether or not this kd was setting him up to fail or not? @Illiad Easle - @Blitz Boom - @Flow "You... really shouldn't jump at ponies like that, you or they could get hurt." "Sorry Dax's marefriend. I was racing Dax, and then I saw you, and then my brain went *Hugs!*. Hehe. Sorry I made you all dusty. I Pinkie Promise that I won't jump you that fast again, okay? Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye." "Judging by that, it seems you two know each other, a friend perhaps? If that's the case, then I'm alright with that... Ah yes, I kind of recognize you, it seems you were with Lady Silver in the manor the last time. Oh yes, it's not important, but I feel that it'd be rude to not introduce myself, my name is Love Bloom, and I am one of the many maids who serve the Blackwater Manor. At your service." "Your last name's Bloom? Hehehehe, that's funny. Mine's Boom. Blitz Boom! I don't remember seeing you Bloom, sorry. I must've missed it when Silver and I were in the biiiig house before, yessire. We went to see Dax-Dad with some fun explosives I made, and then we went to the blasting site and I broke the mountain. Dax-Dad were so impressed, he asked me to make more kaboomies for him, and now Silver's gonna be teaching me loads of new stuff too. Today's been the bestest day I can remember. You work in the biiiig house then? Is it dirty and needs lots of cleaning? it looked like there were lots of places to go, but I didn't see that many ponies. I think? A lot to look at in the halls that's really distracting, right?" "Hey there," Dax said as he made his way over, his look of concern writ large across his features as he moved close to Mystic, "you okay? You seem shaken - what's wrong?" @Widdershins "Yup. I reckon I don' see no harm in a gift. If yah say so, then it is so, Sir. Reckon ah'll done do that thing thatcha done asked." Cragg smiled beatifically. "Excellent! Wonderful! Superb! I'm glad you see things MY way, my dear sir!" He made his way over to Pansy, who stood there listening as he whispered in her ear... then, she gave him a sideways look, seeming surprised at his apparent request. "Sir?" she asked, "You're... y-you're SURE?" "Of course, I am! The Blackwaters would appreciate something of such a caliber, am I right?" The stallion looked triumphant. Pansy didn't respond to the rhetorical question, but gave Clod a glance as she stood there. Cragg, on the other hoof, turned back to Clod and grinned. "Oh, I am so very pleased that this is coming together as it is! Once you deliver the crate, they'll find it - and they'll be speechless when they do, I'm quite certain of it! I thank you humbly, from the very bottom of my heart, for doing this favor for me... I was starting to fear I'd never find a volunteer who'd take it! Now, just follow Pansy here, and she'll take you and get you all trussed up for the delivery - she knows what to do, and she knows where it is." The unicorn stepped back. "Now, f you'll pardon me, I believe I have a certain employee to ask a few questions to... come along, Kho." The zebra bodyguard gave Clod an extra helping of glare before he turned around and followed the retreating form of Jasper Cragg. "Wonderful to meet you, Mister Hopper - I hope we meet again, sometime soon!" Cragg called out as he walked away, the zebra right behind him. Pansy sighed, looked at Clod, and flatly said, "follow me, sir..." She began to walk toward the large-ish warehouse, paying little to no attention to all the activity around her as she went.