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Name: Axel Gray Age: 26 Race: Unicorn Coat Color: Dark Gray Mane Color: Orange Cutie Mark: Space Invaders style ship Eye Color: Light Gray, with a firey outline. Faction: Neutral Proffesion: Merc/Smuggler (Han Solo kind of job) Ship: The Dying Star Background: Axel grew up raised by only his father and his older sister after his mother died mid-labor. His father worked in the interplanetary travels company, Space Way Flights, as a pilot for political figures and private business stallions. Axel took a big interest at a young age to his father's work, and dreamed of working with his father as a copilot of the Dying Star, his father's ship. He would drift off in most his classes dreaming about flying his own ship. He was called to the office once on what he believed was sleeping far too much, but it happened his father was shot by an assassin targeting the politician he was flying. He was taken to a nearby hospital and Axel was taken from school there to talk to his father. Once there, he learned that his father owned the ship himself, and wanted his son taken immediately taken from his current school and into flight training, to become a pilot. At age 21, Axel applied for a cargo carriage license and was granted with it. Learning there was more fun and business in being a freelance pilot, he quit his job as a cargo pilot and became a pirate, flying cargo and ponies without asking questions. This it?

I'm procrastinating TF2 by programming. Procrastinating programming for Forum lurking. And in a bit, I'll procrastinate Forum lurking by playing TF2.

Aye. Vhen vill ve start zis? *cough* I would love to do this RP. I'm so psyched, I'm basing my Computer Science Project on Equestria Divided. As in a Text-Based RPG of it o3o Holy Flank! I need to ask that guy for permission to do this o-o brb!

A few years ago... Steel sat down in his recliner by the fireplace. He had no will in lighting it, it would remind him too much of his foster son. The same colt he saved from an attack on a train, the same colt he carried across Equestria until they settled in Ponyville. That very same colt, was the colt he just sent to the Canterlotian Academy of Advanced Magic. His son recently burned down half the farm, and out of a hair-trigger anger, sent him to a Boarding School in some far of town. He knew not of when the next time he'd see Shuttle was, nor did he think he would. He lowered his hat over his eyes, a single tear sliding down his cheek as he fell into sleep. One month ago... Steel flipped through his mail. Junk, Junk, Junk. He cast it into the fireplace. He scanned his kitchen for his box of matches, and when he returned to the fireplace, he noticed something. In the stack of mail, a bright purple envelope stood out. "Now in the name of Celestia... I didn't see this..." He scanned the parchment with his eyes, and a piece of text stood out. The Canterlotian Academy of Advanced Magic. He immediately opened the envelope, and started to read it. Steel's eyes brightened, and his lips pulled up to a smile. After two years, he'll get to see his foster son, Shuttle Fire. But his bright expression faded as he realized he didn't own a suit. He grabbed his wallet and flew into town. One week before today's events... Steel walked through the doors of the Academy, his suit making him itch. Itch beyond any itch before. He itched with the itch of a thou- He looked around for his son. All the happy families were re-uniting, and in the back corner of the foyer, the small white unicorn brushed his grey and red mane with his hoof. Steel smiled, and with the mannerism of a small-town, backwoods farmer, ran across the foyer and embraced the colt in a stallion-ly hug. "Dad! I haven't seen you since..." "Shuttle, it's so good to see you. Things at the farm are kinda boring..." "Hey dad... There's something I want to ask you." "And that is?" "In about a week, the Los Pegasus Express leaves for the Applewood Magic Festival. I think it would be cool if you could go to it and when you come back tell me all about it!" "Well I reckon I could..." Shuttle spent the rest of the free time convincing Steel to go. Then the event started, and Steel made up his mind. The PRESENT! (dun dun duuuuun...) Steel sat on the chair at the cafe of the Canterlot Train station. He stretched his wings as he leaned back, and fixed his hat. He looked down at the brow liquid in front him and took a sip. "Why the moon am I doing this...? Oh yeah..." He coughed. For all he knew this could be a good new experience for the ol' fashioned farmer.

Name: Deltron Two Age: 26 Race: Unicorn Faction: Neutral Proffesion: Merc/Smuggler (Han Solo kind of job) Ship: The Dying Star Background: Deltron grew up raised by only his father and his older sister after his mother died mid-labor. His father worked in the interplanetary travels company, Space Way Flights, as a pilot for political figures and private business stallions. Deltron took a big interest at a young age to his father's work, and dreamed of working with his father as a copilot of the Dying Star, his father's ship. He would drift off in most his classes dreaming about flying his own ship. He was called to the office once on what he believed was sleeping far too much, but it happened his father was shot by an assassin targeting the politician he was flying. He was taken to a nearby hospital and Deltron was taken from school there to talk to his father. Once there, he learned that his father owned the ship himself, and wanted his son taken immediately taken from his current school and into flight training, to become a pilot. At age 21, Deltron applied for a cargo carriage license and was granted with it. Learning there was more fun and business in being a freelance pilot, he quit his job as a cargo pilot and became a pirate, flying cargo and ponies without asking questions. I know it sucks. If anything needs to be changed, it will be changed. And about the Shipyard section, where would that all go? Is it going to be another thread?

o3o It's actually not as bad as you said it was x3 Although one thing, in 0:39-0:57, if you would have alternated between the two voices as the dominant voice, (The Offspring's voice was louder and Rise against was a little quiet :x) it would have made it hat much better

Huh? What's the question? Speak up! Nah. I'm not deaf yet But it depends on if my parents are home. If they are, just enough to rattle the neighbor's window. If not, I'm pretty sure I've gotten complaints from Canada. A7X/5FDP/Metallica - I'll make ripples in the pacific. DubStep - I've knocked satellites out the sky. Pony Showtunes - My neighbor's new favorite music. Modest Mouse - Nuff Said.

Ah, sorry then ^^" Go with the lass above me then. That mare has it well planned x3 Again though, sorry for wasting post :X I just... Brain + Walls of programming + it's late.

I didn't want more than what I asked for, I was just saying if you feel the need to add anything, don't ask But if there is a better more planned idea, go fer it. I don't care, free stuff is free x3

Oi! To have my OC's (both in my sig) In a kind of Bro Hang, forelegs around each other's shoulders, you know. Like a father son pose x3. And put Steel's name in like a hard iron font, and then Shuttles as if it's on fire. Transparent backround.^^" Unless it's too much .3.

I just started lessons in June, and my first recital is in December Any way you could get me the sheet music for some of the pieces you have here on the forums?

No it was actually Big Mac, I just use "Dear Celestia!" in place of "Holy S***" or "Dear God!" Yes I yell that in real life, yes say every pony xD But I really need to try this :3 Say, how long have you played pianoforte?

Dear Celestia! This seems like it could work, just reading it had an effect on me xD Definitely trying later, seems like something I'd do daily.

Ah, so yer a basshole? I'm more of a pelagic fishercolt. If my fish weighs less then ten pounds, it's bait xD Yush We shall roleplay x3

Shuttle put his hoof on the door to hold it open. "Go ahead." He sighed. "Do you think someone could survive a jump from the train?" Shuttle sniffed the air. The fresh air seemed pleasant. "Cause if Joe wanted to escape, that's what he would have done. I would have done it, honestly."

Next thing I know you're a Roleplayer, then we can be awesome friends xD Awwr... Bad computer! That sucks :I Favorite types of places to fish?

Following behind her, Shuttle tried to keep his mind of the train. "Not sure... Who's Flame?" (Flame wasn't on the train with us ) Shuttle cocked his head, his odd hair falling around his horn. He felt a bit more laid-back, not having to push his body and mind to the limits.

So I didn't come up with ponysona on my own o3o OT: I like it! Germaneigh flag, fishing, the whole shabam! Question, do you fish in real life?

"Want to come with me? I uhm..." Shuttle considered sharing his story. He knew it would probably sadden the mare, so he decided against it. Instead, he mumbled, "I'm afraid of trains..." Shuttle shifted his weight nervously. The longer he was on the train, the worse it was for him.

Shuttle laid his head on the table. He was almost asleep when the train hit a bump in the tracks. "AH! Oh uh..." He looked around and sighed. It's been a while since he rode on a train, and it was only his third time. Out of half the times he rode on one before, one ended in horrible disaster. He needed something to distract him; his stomach growled. "Hey uhm... Does this train have a dining car?"

"What made me want to join? Fire Department didn't sound like fun, and I was offered. I hate trains... Don't you? Trains are evil. Evil Evil EVIL!" Shuttle twitched his eye slightly as he looked out the window. "Sometimes I hate my memory... You know I can remember alot of things relatively perfectly? Like my parents names... And wh-" He shook the thought out his head. "But yeah the Agency seemed like a good opportunity for a young Unicorn..."

*Que le epic elevator music* o. o o .o o. o Anyone else bored? No? Okay. Do do do do musical doodle. Doo dooo do do musical doodle!

. (Heh ^^" It's fine. I think.) Shuttle sat down across from Cosmo. "Yeah. I guess you're right." He looked around like something troubled him. "Oh yeah. Never properly introduced myself. M'name's Shuttle Fire, your's?" The train kinda freaked him out. He's had some bad memories on one. But he tried to hide his fear

Shuttle smiled. "She seemed nice." He walked off through Canterlot's musical district to listen to the sounds of musicians. He enjoyed the sounds of some of the jazz artists on the corner. He decided to think out his plan. How to convice him I'm on the good side of him...