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    I Can't Edit My Own Character

    in Site Questions

    So, here's the deal.

    Every time I try to edit one of my characters, 

    the edit button does not show up. It may have to do with that he is pending second approval, but there are a few things I need to edit to get approved and I can't.

    Anypony got anything on this?

    I’ll see you all later.

    in General Discussion

    · Edited by Hustler

    Well, MLPForums, it’s been a good run. 

    I do want to say that this is a welcoming, strong, non-toxic internet community that has avoided the taint of thousands of users by encouraging kind behavior.

    Thank you to the moderators. I don’t even know the amount of time you all work, but I’ve appreciated it. I can imagine that one of you will rocket in here to move my topic to another forum, my apologies but I didn’t know where to put this.

    Thanks to all of my friends for being a haven of kindness here, and of jokes too. 

    Don’t worry, I’m not leaving. I could never bear to leave this place. I am gonna be gone for a while, though. Maybe a week. Maybe four months. I don’t really know. 

    We really do embody the pastel ponies that we love so much, and we cherish their core values of kindness, generosity, laughter, honesty, loyalty, and, of course, magic. This forum, more than any other place or experience, has taught me to find the silver lining in things and to have a positive outlook.

    I will see you all later. 

    And as Pathfinder would say:

    “Cheers!”

    My Original Character

    in Original Character Help

    29 minutes ago, Kevin_Tang said:

    Ok, so after like 2 months of trying and asking for a digital drawing program, I finally decided to draw my of on the traditional media, the paper.

    I know it doesn't have any colours, the mane looks weird, and the anatomy still looks not right, but hey it's still better than nothing right?

    IMG_20180521_173825.jpg

    In my opinion, the hooves are the worst of your problems. Work on the rectangular shape, and make them more natural or don’t include any hoof lines at all. Other than that, I love it! You seem pretty talented, especially since eyes are hard to do. 

    Mavel Cinematic Universe Rp

    in Advanced Roleplays

    · Edited by King Dice
    Clarity

    13 hours ago, Buck Testa said:

    More guards started to funnel into the floor. Stark briefly thought about knocking a few more heads, but for the most part the situation had pretty much been resolved. Everyone who was going to kill London was incapacitated on the floor and these guards were just responding as they were supposed to on their job. He decided to cut them a break and switched the sonic cannon feed from the AC/DC song to his own voice. 

    "Hey guys, You all might want to stand down. The police are on their way and you don't want to be caught up in what these guys could be getting charged with. Chances are you all don't have the bank accounts to make bail." 

    The guards looked ready to fight, but the room of unconscious people including their bosses and the prospect of the cops coming made them stand down. They hovered nearby however, keeping an eye on the both of them while they waited for the authorities. 

    "So how did you hack into my house anyway?" Stark asked casually to London, popping his helmet to look at the guy face to face. 

    "You keep saying I'm not that much different than you." Xarus said contemplatively, turning to the side a bit as he gazed in the distance. His smile grew wider and his eyes started slightly glowing red as he chuckled to himself. This man was irksome, yet he was intriguing at the same time. He wondered how this Lucius would fare in a fight? He had some kind of electrical powers, he was sure of that now. He could practically smell the electrical currents flowing beneath the surface. 

    "In truth you are right. In more ways than you realize." 

    Before Lucius had a chance to respond, Xarus lifted his arms to the sky as if extending them in prayer. All at once the world started to change. Buildings around them began to shift and twist as if they were seen through a kaleidoscope. The sidewalk beneath their feet began to grow and fold into itself, pushing the two of them further apart, the concrete tiles groaning and rumbling as it shifted and folded into themselves, creating intricate patterns. The people that had flooded the streets seconds ago now were all gone, replaced by the ever shifting world around the two sole occupants of this moving city. Though Lucius would have absolutely no concept of what was happening, in truth Xarus had placed the two of them in the Mirror Dimension. He had made the transition as seamless as possible for the most the impact. He was grinning wildly now, baring his fangs and allowing his eyes to become burning, bright orbs of crimson light. 

    "I have no interest in your money Lucius." 

    He put his hand out in a mock thumbs up gesture, and then twisted his hand by the wrist till his thumb was sideways. However, it wasn't just his thumb that twisted. The entire world around them seemed to twist with the same ease, till gravity itself was pulling Lucius down towards the rotating kaleidoscopic buildings to the side. Xarus stayed on the sidewalk where they had been talking, his body seemingly unaffected by the shifting gravitational pull as his dress shoes stayed firmly on the street. He watched Lucius intently to see how he would react to the ever shifting world, relishing in the idea of getting a sparring match in before dinner. 

    "I'm here to test what kind of person you are, and see if I may want to use you in the future." 

    London shrugged. 

    “Your security protocols have a once-every-two-weeks glitch - a hole of sorts. Easily, I filtered through cloaking software. Wasn’t counting on Jarvis being there though. I mean, my code was rock-solid!”

    He powered down his Terminus and continued speaking. 

    “Regardless, the flawed system plus the easy infiltration of a security profile made entry easy but exit difficult.”

    He then made a confused face.

    ”How did you know where to find me, Mr. Stark, and why?”

    Marvel Cinematic Universe Rp OOC

    in Everfree Planning, OOC & Discussion

    39 minutes ago, Buck Testa said:

    Actually I was going to talk to you about the rocket boots, or dress shoes or whatever. The reason why Tony Stark's suit is unique is because the arc reactor supplies it with enough power for it to function. The idea that your character just has hidden rocket boots that operates just as well as Stark's (at the time) revolutionary design powered by a device that teams of scientists couldn't figure out raises eyebrows to say the least. I'd very much like it if you edit those out. The weapon itself is fine, but yeah the rocket boots are a no go for me. Maybe later after he's had a chance to 1) really study stark's tech and/or 2) gets access to miniaturized arc reactor technology.  

    I will absolutely edit them out. However, they are not “rocket boots” but instead just have a bouncing function. Basically, he can jump like a kangaroo.

    Mavel Cinematic Universe Rp

    in Advanced Roleplays

    · Edited by Raidriar

    On 5/10/2018 at 7:33 PM, Buck Testa said:

    The second the microphone had touched the table and camouflaged itself, Forson's face hardened. Wordlessly he turned the computer screen on his desk and revealed it to London. On the screen, there were messages that a live recording device was active on his desk. 

    "You just keep making bad decisions London. How did you think you would be able to not only get out of this room without a scratch, but BUG my office at the same time? I do not know what's gotten into your head boy, but it's clear to me now more than ever that you've become a liability." 

    All at once guns started to be pulled from all directions. All aimed directly at London, waiting for the signal from their boss. Before it could be given however, something surprising started to happen. First, something shot through the ceiling and clamped itself on London's head, muffling his ears. It was some sort of heavy duty noise cancelling headset. after that... 

    AC/DC started playing.

    Not just mildly either, from the first strum, it was so loud that It shook the window panes and cracked their bulletproof glass. The drum and the guitar seemed to shake the whole room as it bombarded from outside, cracking Forson's computer screen and many of his men's sunglasses. within twenty seconds everyone was on the ground, covering their ears from the auditory bombardment. The Windows gave away and fell into the building, pushed in from the sonic waves from outside. Hovering outside of the building was what looked like the cross between a speaker and a cannon. The tech had been around for awhile, they had used it once against the hulk to try to bring him in.

    If you're havin' trouble with the high school head
    He's givin' you the blues

    The guards were crawling on their elbows with their hands firmly grasping their ears as an armored man slowly rose into view. His Gold titanium mask, though expressionless, seemed to convey a serious expression. Everything from his blue glowing eyes to the mouth-like groove where his mask opened up seemed far more intimidating than it did on the news. 
    You want to graduate but not in 'is bed
    Here's what you gotta do

    Forson was similarly incapacitated by the thundering noise, the vibrations from the obscenely loud music hit him like a galeforce wind, pinning him against his desk. It was clear the sound was not being sent out in all directions. weaponized and aimed directly at the room. Iron Man was floating right next to it with his arms folded, perfectly balanced on his rocket boots. 
    Pick up the phone
    I'm always home
    Call me any time

    The music was getting less forceful now. The disoriented guards were getting up, some of them reaching for their guns. Forson tried to yell at them not to fire, but all of their ears were ringing to bad to hear any of it. 
    Just ring
    36 24 36 hey
    I lead a life of crime

    As if waiting for that cue, Iron Man swooped in and began fighting the guards. One by one as AC/DC sang Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap, his gloves let out blasts of energy and his suits remarkable strength took care of others. It was effortless, as none of the guards seemed to know how guns worked anymore after the rattling their brains had took from the initial sonic blast. 

    In London's headset, a much more manageable version of the song was playing, along with the iconic voice of Tony Stark himself. 

    "Hi there, was in the area, saw this little get together was going south, decided to ease the mood a bit with some music. I think it did the trick." As he was saying that he clocked one of the guards in the face and sent him flying into a wall.

    "Oh yeah I called the authorities, also more of these goons are going to be coming through that door. If that piece in your pocket has a non lethal setting I recommend you use it." 

    "I wasn't sneaking, I was next to you since Stark Tower." he said coyly, enjoyed how rattled Lucius had been. 

    "Being friendly is an evolutionary trait one should not overlook my good man. Cooperation is what gave humans the leg up against every other animal on the planet. It's part of the reason why crowds like this can move together in this mass without everyone going crazy. They all know it is mutually beneficial to not attack each other, even if they have no real care for anyone else's well being but themselves. Such behaviors are what make modern society function."

    He was going to enjoy what Lucius gleaned from this. Telling him that he was with him from Stark Tower definitely implied that he heard what he had said to his butler. 

     

    London didn’t know what to think. He was speechless. Iron Man, Tony Stark, his hero, had just come to his rescue, and he was exultant. He was surprised but reacted quickly. Doing as Stark said, he pulled out his Terminus and set it to low charge. 

    “This should be non-lethal, but no promises. I have tried to monitor the electrode pulses in the past, but stifling it has been difficult.”

    With that, he fired off a bolt of yellow energy, frying the chest of a bodyguard. The energy burned through the man’s suit, body armor, and part of his flesh, leaving a one-inch hole of blackened skin and muscle in the him. 

    London laughed. 

    “Yeah, thought so.”

    Mavel Cinematic Universe Rp

    in Advanced Roleplays

    · Edited by Raidriar

    On 5/5/2018 at 9:12 PM, Buck Testa said:

    Forson leaned back in his chair and rubbed his face in his hands. He hated this situation so much. He was right of course, London was one of the best that he had. However that didn't fix the absolute disaster that was going on. With a deep sigh he put his hands back down and leaned over in a contemplative position as he looked his wayward employee over. 

    "Why didn't you just wait and come to me with this proposal in the first place? We could have worked together to make this happen. We could have made it absolutely certain his J.A.R.V.I.S didn't find out about us. We certainly would not have made the bullheaded decision to try and do it all from someone's home computer, no matter how cutting edge it may be! Now we CAN'T do this! Stark and his Lawyers are watching us with a laser focus that I do NOT want. If we try to get the schematics of his so called Iron Man suit NOW it will only make their legal case against us that much stronger! How can you be so smart yet so short sighted London!" 

    Forson crossed his arms and looked at London, his frustration evident all over his face. The tension in the room could not be more potent at that moment. 

    "What am I supposed to do with you London? I really want to know." 

    London built up courage inside him. One wrong thing said, and he was toast, and he and Forson both knew it. He hated Forson, but his job paid the bills, and he needed to pay them.

    “Give me four days. I can clean up my trail and hopefully anonymously slow down Stark and his annoying legal team.”

    He sighed. He knew he had one shot at this.

    “Please, just let me off. I can do better. I can do anything you need me to do. Give me another shot.”

    With that, as he stood up from his chair, he placed a three-millimeter-thick and 1 centimeter-wide microphone under the edge of the desk. Within seconds, it detected the environment and camouflaged. Even if Forson or his goons looked under the desk, all they would see would be flat wood. Might as well listen in, London thought. 

    Mavel Cinematic Universe Rp

    in Advanced Roleplays

    On 5/3/2018 at 7:09 PM, Buck Testa said:

    The door opened almost instantaneously before London could rap his knuckles against the door again. It was opened by a tall and powerful looking bodyguard in a suit and sunglasses. In the room there were at least a couple dozen others like him of varying heights and builds. However a common theme among them was they looked like they knew how to throw down, and they were almost certainly armed with concealed weapons. In the back of the spacious office was Forson sitting at his desk in an expensive looking chair. He had been watching London's route up to his office on his laptop, and it was clear that he wasn't happy. 

    Other guards ushered London inside from behind. It was rather odd that there was so many of them in this room right now. Yet from the look on Forson's face, he certainly intended them to be here. The door closed behind London with a resounding click, ominously echoing in the silence. 

     "I'm not happy London. Having to talk to Stark's cut throat lawyers is not something I had in my schedule today. You had better have a damn good explanation as to why you hacked into his private estate, and more importantly, why you were so goddamn careless about it."

     

    @Buck Testa

    London size up the situation. Two dozen bodyguards, plus Forson: he didn’t stand a chance. He could only hope to convince Forson to let him off. 

    “I was careful, Dr. Forson. I laid in dozens of security profiles and injected cloaking data packets into Stark’s server, but Jarvis was able to bull through all of that. I just wanted to see the authentic Stark and his reaction. We all know that Stark and every other rich person, including you, put on a mask every time you do a bit of PR. I wanted to see a real person, not “Iron Man”.”

    He cleared his throat for effect and continued. 

    “I also wanted to get copies of the data on the Iron Man suit so that I could get it to you.”

    He whispered under his breath so that no one could hear (@Skylord Nexus) “Or sell it to the highest bidder.”

    London looked at Forson again. 

    “I can get back in there with more security and get that data if you want! We both know I’m the best techhead you know and one of the best, period. Give me five days. You will have the data by then. I swear by it.”

    Help a Villain Win!

    in MLP:FiM Canon Discussion

    Since I like Discord…

    First thing’s first: I’ve gotta kill, separate, and otherwise destroy the Mane Six. Possibly decapitation, drowning, burning alive, etc. I think it would be nice to take control of Twilight to kill the rest of the Mane Six, then kill her. Gotta break those bonds, right? 

    Second of all, Celestia and Luna’ve got to go. I would probably remove their limbs and magical powers before sending them whirling through space for all eternity (I mean, unlimited chaos magic, right? It’s great!). They would probably go insane! Lovely! Third of all, find and freaking kill Tirek before he can spaz out with power. 

    That there is a perfect plan to rule the world as Discord. 

    Inappropriate ads

    in Feedback

    Yeah, I’ve seen those ads too. And doesn’t the site have a policy about no risqué things on it? Obviously no NSFW stuff, but might this qualify? It definitely does not reflect my search history. 

    • Brohoof 1

    Character's Name

    in Original Character Help

    1 hour ago, SharpWit said:

    I'm not sure Supersonic and Whirlwind really count as single word names. They are single words but they're made up of two existing ones. Not bad names though.

    That’s a fair point. I prefer single-capital names, even if word combination is necessary, just because of the aesthetic.

    • Brohoof 1

    Character's Name

    in Original Character Help

    You could also go the single-word-name route; I have multiple OCs such as Supersonic, Whirlwind, and others that use single-word names. Although, yours might work with something like Feather Flash or Shimmering Plume. 

    Mavel Cinematic Universe Rp

    in Advanced Roleplays

    · Edited by Powerhaus

    3 hours ago, Buck Testa said:

    @Skylord Nexus

    The imposing woman sitting at the receptionist desk had been dealing with annoyance after annoyance today. While she was very large and tall even sitting in her chair, it would be remiss to say she was fat. Fat would imply that she didn't look like she could run a mile just to slam a person down on the ground, all the while wearing high heels. Her makeup and jewelry were a bit much, but it seemed to work with her stare that could cow a pro wrestler in a middle of his speech. She looked like the kind of woman who would take no gruff from her kids, nor any other, and if they still gave it her large hands that were almost to big for her keyboard in front of her would take care of it. 

    Seething brown eyes lifted up from her computer screen to look over the newest person to show up for Stark today. Yet another scrawny upstart in a suit thinking he was good enough to see the man upstairs. He didn't look any different from the wave of charlatans that had attempted to say similar things. She voiced as such as she continued to dismissively look him over. 

    "Listen honey, I don't know what 'large organization' you think you're from, but if you want to make an appointment with mister Stark you're going to need connections at this point. The man is booked for the foreseeable future with whatever he damn well wants to do, and if you want in on that you're gonna need to figure that out on your own. Now if you have a NAME of this supposed organization, and it actually exists, and you happen to be employed there," she counted off each point on her large fingers that looked like they could each individually crush a walnut "MAYBE, just MAYBE I can see about getting you penciled in for sometime next year. Something tells me that you're not gonna be able to do that though. You look like one of those internet startup types." 

    She held up a finger at him "And before you go all 'Hey, why does this receptionist think she can give me so much lip', I'll have you know I was put down here today because they KNEW that I was the only one who could handle the wave of 20 somethings who want to clog up Stark's Schedule. I'd much rather not be talking to you at all, but here we are." 

    She put on a mock smile after that and leaned back before putting on a false, jovial tone "Anything else I can help you with?" 

    ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    @Powerhaus 

    Andrew Forson seethed as he paced around his office. His own lawyers would be showing up soon, but they would most certainly be playing on the defensive. He should have known London was going to be trouble. He was bright and good at his job like his late parents, but they were all trouble makers on way or another. It had been something of a personal reward to hire on the boy of the parents he had ripped off and arranged for their 'unfortunate and accidental' death on the job. Their problem is they tried to still keep their nose clean even at this level of business. You simply couldn't, not with billions at stake. Even the celebrated Stark had his own share of skeletons in his closet. Their son on the other hand, his problem seemed to be not being able to cover his own damn tracks. How the hell did he think hacking into Stark's home was a smart idea? 

    After this whole thing died down, and money was exchanged hands like it always was, he had to consider 'retiring' London like his parents before him. If he was going to be this much of a liability, he'd rather just write his touching eulogy and be done with it. Still he'd have to do it in a way that made it look like an accident, and that wasn't going to raise to much suspicion from him. He had a knack for making weaponry, and Forson would rather not be at the other end of those barrels if at all possible. 

    @Buck Testa

    London walked into the AIM headquarters, up the marble steps, and through the glass double doors. The inside was well furnished, but all of the gilded vases and modern decoration hid a vile organization, and London knew it. He planned to leave this job as soon as he could stand on his own two feet. True, his salary was quite large, but his rig and his network costed much to keep running, and until he could rely on money not diseased by the vile hands of Forson, he had to stay. He knew the drill: Forson, enraged, would fire London, or worse, “retire” him like he did his parents; and if that was the case, than London would have to turn on the offensive. Once he escaped, he would activate several failsafes and move to a secure location. Jackson, employed by another company, OsCorp, made more than enough to keep them afloat. Just to be safe, London was currently carrying a self-designed electrode pistol, the Terminus, and wearing a self-designed titanium laced suit. The authorities were more than happy to give him permission, as long as he eventually sold it to the armed forces to be duplicated. He had no intention of doing this until he was aged, and even then, he might destroy it once he had no use for it. 

    He walked up to the door to Forson’s office; making sure that the path from his hand to his conceal-carry pocket was clear, he knocked on the door. 

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