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[NekromantiaFox 270]

I am currently making a fiction series featuring OCs in a deep (rated R) storyline. This is where interested writers, artists, and other excited ponies can apply to aid me and possibly even join in. I am only accepting 4 main character slots MAX, will you be the lucky pony?

 

About the series-

 

Accepted OCs:

* Dusty Soul (http://mlpforums.com...sir-dusty-soul/)

* Moriko (myself)

*

*

*

(more can be added)

 

Main Characters:

* Alora (myself)

*

*

*

 

Other Characters:

* Princess Luna

* Princess Celestia

* Octavia

* Rarity (Lil Miss Rarity)

* Pinkamena

*

*

(more can be added)

 

 

How you can apply-

 

Writers/Editors:

 

Example of work:

Reliability (how often you are online):

 

Concept artists and designers:

 

Example of work:

Reliability (how often you are online):

 

Featured OC positions:

 

OC name:

OC refrence:

OC personality:

OC backstory:

Reliability (how often you are online):

Contributor (can your OC truly contribute to the storyline?):

 

 

People who recieve a featured OC position may be expected to contribute ideas involving their OC.

 

Link to series:

 

 

Link coming soon

 

 

There are likely to be a very LARGE amout of characters in this story because IT IS A SERIES. Just thought it might help to remind you.

Edited October 23, 2012 by Alora

[XrosOver 613]

OC Name:His name is Falling Bass.

 

OC Apperance: He is a pale green unicorn stallion with a spiky black and yellow mane. His cutie mark is a soundboard.

 

OC Personality: His personality is witty with a OCD problem, understands all forms of humor but is serious when necessary.

 

OC Backstory:

 

Falling was a young colt when he decided to enroll in the Equestrian Music Academy. From a young age, he studied music and started to learn how to create his own. A few years pass and he was able to give a final presentation to the head master and a quest judge Sapphire Shores. Being nervous during his performance, he tripped over an exposed AV cable and landed on the head master. Flunking his test, he decided to make music freelance and travel Equestria looking for new music to try and make.

 

I am often online during the afternoons unless i am tied up with surgeries (I have been having alot recently)

My OC can contribute to the story how you see fit because this character has never really been set in stone.

 

EDIT: This format?

Edited October 21, 2012 by XrosOver

[NekromantiaFox 270]

My OC is a pale green unicorn stallion with a spiky black and yellow striped mane, his cutie mark is a mixing board (for music). His name is Falling Bass. His personality is witty with a OCD problem, understands all forms of humor but is serious when necessary. Falling was a young colt when he decided to enroll in the Equestrian Music Academy. From a young age, he studied music and started to learn how to create his own. A few years pass and he was able to give a final presentation to the head master and a quest judge Sapphire Shores. Being nervous during his performance, he tripped over an exposed AV cable and landed on the head master. Flunking his test, he decided to make music freelance and travel Equestria looking for new music to try and make.

I am often online during the afternoons unless i am tied up with surgeries (I have been having alot recently)

My OC can contribute to the story how you see fit because this character has never really been set in stone.

 

I hate to be so overly picky, but could you please use the application "form" provided. It helps me organize everything well so that I don't forget characters or other members of my project.

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

Well, i suppose I could try for writing help.

 

I have little experience writing fan fictions, but much experience in writing over all, more prominently in poetry (Free verse/blank verse)

Many examples are in the links of my signature. I reccomend the second and third ones.

 

I am online all too often, As soon as I get done with school, I basicly live on here until 10pm or12 midnight

And, then there is this

 

 

 

Dedication of the damned

 

 

Today, I seek refuge from the weary souls that surround me. I have long fought this war in life, and yet I have fought so little. Nothing seems to make sense while the eve of dawning night approaches so rapidly.

Yes, this is my story, neigh, my indication of a life of desertion. What else soothes the aches of a tormented humanities. And so I find my tounge twisted and spewing lies forth to you and the rest of the masses. I find this in myself to be the damning factor, and seek retribution.

 

SO I walk without a shadow, from here to there. Never ending but all in the same of having already ended. This may just be my devil's curse, cast apon me like a simple inspiration. Yet this being, this entity, my missing shadow, OH how it burns me! I can feel it creeping forth, slowly strecthing its ensemble dreadfully over me. I see now in the stained mirror, only the true face that covets me. This, oh this... the devil's curse apon me.

 

Arguments ensue as a discordiant fellow I ahve become. Arguments with myself in my own maddening world. And so I find it easier to be alone as this damned shadow overtakes me. Seeking pity in places of grief that lead only to more strief. I seek the redemption that elludes me. I seek refuge from my accursed soul. I am among the damned and willing. God save my soul. Or is this only what i wish to say, what I no doubt only want to believe. Yes, this devil's curse, this shadow inside that escapes to overtake... I see it all. All but the inception of my own dlerious mind unto yours.

 

 

 

Can you hear it? Oh, you cannot? A shame that is. Surely I now go mad, surely I die alone in this putrid shell of a being that is overrun with the facilities of devil's and shadow beings. I say again, I must surely be damned. Nothing will see through the abyss that is my illuminated anxiety. Oh no, and none to soon. I fear it will only be too late by the time you realize just what these words mean. Oh dear, for it seems that again I find myself unable to quite comprehend the sanctities that make my mind. Who does this make me? and just who does that make me in a world that cannot house me?

 

A world that is unable, and at it's very most not wanting to hold me. I find myself back to where I started in this mad, and cruelly condescending landscape of barren fields and burning seas. Nothing seems left to meet my gaze as I scan the vast expanse to find only my lost interests. To this curse, a devil's tricks and melancholy catastrophe. I am lost in my own furrows and imaginitive wasteland that is the fire I walk so boldly in. I walk, in a circle of pointless aparitions that leave me deserving the most wanted sacrements of acceptance that often escape my own dwelling. I talk so lowly of my steps taken towards infinite despise. Perhaps I speak to myself, or my shadow of intent that will now, and always forever be about me. I hope, plead, for deterence of the walls that constrict me in here. I must escape the shadow, and this dreaded devil's mission.

Oh to where I should go? For I have not the slightest of ideas in which I could muster any and all forms of delight to approach meager collateral and critique. I speak of random musings and squalor of better things. But can you not see that the reason for so is that I am doomed to repeat the mistake of writing for demon's sake over , and oh so much over again.

 

OH, my shadow, it eats.

oh my soul is devoured, but not gone, only changed in its' form and seen so differently for what it now is. I seek now the most unfathomable of doctrines, why my own decree of freedom from tyranny. Tyranny ruled by the governs of my own torment, and so by these standards, I am bound to eternity by my own fortitude. I seek no more knowing such, and wish to end all things that are permenant.

 

Ah yes, to destroy anything premature and oh so permenent in the memory of existing thoughts. Redundent My mind is often declared because of it's ill will of repeated mistakes. So I seacrh deeper, farther down the line, past all which devil himself has ought forgotten. Days of days well spent. Days of days now wasted. So our crimes which are apparent, now overcome by the damned spectre that is the creeping onslaught that the world designates my shadow. Search deep, find an answer, kill the shadow.

 

This devil's curse I keep to saying, often wallowing in the self loathing it brings. This devil's curse which forsook my past in the place I wish to see. But now, oh how now all I see is the barren fields. Anything and everything of value is gone to me. I am forsaken by my own shadow, and so I walk alone, yet still with the covering that disowned me so.

 

I found what I sought, but at the same, I have not

For this is not describable, And I shall not attempt such.

Woe is me, for my weakness in words to tell you what I see. Though it breaks my heart in new ways, also unable to describe. You see, this shadow, an agent of the devil's curse, oh how it MOCKS ME! Standing where the light shows, always there for me in the worst of ways. THIS! THIS is the reason I am undesirable, unfit for living with the commons and instead forcing squander, meager helpings apon myself, for that is now all I know, all I will ever bear witness to as I march across a sea of shattered glass and salted fire. Let the trail of blood I leave serve as a reminder to those who lose themselves as I have. The blood will be all there is of me when I fully dissapear in the shadow that is my innards and new way of thinking. Slowly, yet assuradly I will be devoured, and never sought again. So I walk in the circles I lay before me, obvious never to stray from my plans, lest I forget why I laid them. So on, and so forth, doomed to repeat, or failure to comprehend?

 

 

Unfair is this question that I bring myself to thinking. It only cuts deeper into the mind that I no longer wish to possess. Why would one such as I even need such a thing as a mind? For the shadow I have serves this function in it's stead. And as I continue to walk in my circles, desperate to breathe in new breaths, I ask myself of why it ever happened. This is of an origin as to which I can no longer remember. Has it not been for all of existing eternity that I have been confined here in the prison of blood and hate? I sought this, yes, oh so long ago. Thoughts now dead, that cannot be revived. And so, regardless of realizing hate in words, and pity in kindness, we seek on. We, I no longer fit. We, as one, A being and it's shadow, now completely one. My new name, OUR new name, is a combination of nothing and digression. Leaving no room for unwanted desire of free will.

 

The sahdow took over, I gave in, or so it seems, because here now, on the dawn of night I stand, coveted in every which way imaginable. I grieve. Why? To what end does my own pursuit follow? I found nothing? Nothing at all...

 

So it was my ignorance that sustained me, and kept me imprisoned. This to all ends must be what invoked my never ending insanity, this, is the devil's curse. So I realize, now, that I am trapped. By doing so, I figure by all means that insanity will next strike. The shadow, inching nearer to my throat. Proof of my damnation to the eternal flame of a kindered anger that will always thirst for the blood of oneself.

 

The devil's curse, one cannot overcome.

The shadow, one cannot defeat.

So what now of me? I left a trail of bloodied footprints ment to guide, but only led others to the damning vindiction that I desperately still attempt to escape. Obvious and simple things do not exist. All things hold more true meanings in their sides that cannot be seen.Here and forever, I accepted my fate, amongst the playthings that the demons provoked. Nothing left for me. I encourage the shadow, let it take its awaited toll. My dedication, which by all means was meant to be an everlasting fight that would hold no victor, and go one past the eve that dawns on the morning.

 

I am a fool, and for this I covet even myself. I welcome an end to all things. Even that of my acclaimed dedication is nothing. Simply put, it is the dedication of the damned.

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

I suppose I could do it, if you even want me.

[NekromantiaFox 270]

Well, i suppose I could try for writing help.

 

I have little experience writing fan fictions, but much experience in writing over all, more prominently in poetry (Free verse/blank verse)

Many examples are in the links of my signature. I reccomend the second and third ones.

 

I am online all too often, As soon as I get done with school, I basicly live on here until 10pm or12 midnight

And, then there is this

 

 

 

Dedication of the damned

 

 

Today, I seek refuge from the weary souls that surround me. I have long fought this war in life, and yet I have fought so little. Nothing seems to make sense while the eve of dawning night approaches so rapidly.

Yes, this is my story, neigh, my indication of a life of desertion. What else soothes the aches of a tormented humanities. And so I find my tounge twisted and spewing lies forth to you and the rest of the masses. I find this in myself to be the damning factor, and seek retribution.

 

SO I walk without a shadow, from here to there. Never ending but all in the same of having already ended. This may just be my devil's curse, cast apon me like a simple inspiration. Yet this being, this entity, my missing shadow, OH how it burns me! I can feel it creeping forth, slowly strecthing its ensemble dreadfully over me. I see now in the stained mirror, only the true face that covets me. This, oh this... the devil's curse apon me.

 

Arguments ensue as a discordiant fellow I ahve become. Arguments with myself in my own maddening world. And so I find it easier to be alone as this damned shadow overtakes me. Seeking pity in places of grief that lead only to more strief. I seek the redemption that elludes me. I seek refuge from my accursed soul. I am among the damned and willing. God save my soul. Or is this only what i wish to say, what I no doubt only want to believe. Yes, this devil's curse, this shadow inside that escapes to overtake... I see it all. All but the inception of my own dlerious mind unto yours.

 

 

 

Can you hear it? Oh, you cannot? A shame that is. Surely I now go mad, surely I die alone in this putrid shell of a being that is overrun with the facilities of devil's and shadow beings. I say again, I must surely be damned. Nothing will see through the abyss that is my illuminated anxiety. Oh no, and none to soon. I fear it will only be too late by the time you realize just what these words mean. Oh dear, for it seems that again I find myself unable to quite comprehend the sanctities that make my mind. Who does this make me? and just who does that make me in a world that cannot house me?

 

A world that is unable, and at it's very most not wanting to hold me. I find myself back to where I started in this mad, and cruelly condescending landscape of barren fields and burning seas. Nothing seems left to meet my gaze as I scan the vast expanse to find only my lost interests. To this curse, a devil's tricks and melancholy catastrophe. I am lost in my own furrows and imaginitive wasteland that is the fire I walk so boldly in. I walk, in a circle of pointless aparitions that leave me deserving the most wanted sacrements of acceptance that often escape my own dwelling. I talk so lowly of my steps taken towards infinite despise. Perhaps I speak to myself, or my shadow of intent that will now, and always forever be about me. I hope, plead, for deterence of the walls that constrict me in here. I must escape the shadow, and this dreaded devil's mission.

Oh to where I should go? For I have not the slightest of ideas in which I could muster any and all forms of delight to approach meager collateral and critique. I speak of random musings and squalor of better things. But can you not see that the reason for so is that I am doomed to repeat the mistake of writing for demon's sake over , and oh so much over again.

 

OH, my shadow, it eats.

oh my soul is devoured, but not gone, only changed in its' form and seen so differently for what it now is. I seek now the most unfathomable of doctrines, why my own decree of freedom from tyranny. Tyranny ruled by the governs of my own torment, and so by these standards, I am bound to eternity by my own fortitude. I seek no more knowing such, and wish to end all things that are permenant.

 

Ah yes, to destroy anything premature and oh so permenent in the memory of existing thoughts. Redundent My mind is often declared because of it's ill will of repeated mistakes. So I seacrh deeper, farther down the line, past all which devil himself has ought forgotten. Days of days well spent. Days of days now wasted. So our crimes which are apparent, now overcome by the damned spectre that is the creeping onslaught that the world designates my shadow. Search deep, find an answer, kill the shadow.

 

This devil's curse I keep to saying, often wallowing in the self loathing it brings. This devil's curse which forsook my past in the place I wish to see. But now, oh how now all I see is the barren fields. Anything and everything of value is gone to me. I am forsaken by my own shadow, and so I walk alone, yet still with the covering that disowned me so.

 

I found what I sought, but at the same, I have not

For this is not describable, And I shall not attempt such.

Woe is me, for my weakness in words to tell you what I see. Though it breaks my heart in new ways, also unable to describe. You see, this shadow, an agent of the devil's curse, oh how it MOCKS ME! Standing where the light shows, always there for me in the worst of ways. THIS! THIS is the reason I am undesirable, unfit for living with the commons and instead forcing squander, meager helpings apon myself, for that is now all I know, all I will ever bear witness to as I march across a sea of shattered glass and salted fire. Let the trail of blood I leave serve as a reminder to those who lose themselves as I have. The blood will be all there is of me when I fully dissapear in the shadow that is my innards and new way of thinking. Slowly, yet assuradly I will be devoured, and never sought again. So I walk in the circles I lay before me, obvious never to stray from my plans, lest I forget why I laid them. So on, and so forth, doomed to repeat, or failure to comprehend?

 

 

Unfair is this question that I bring myself to thinking. It only cuts deeper into the mind that I no longer wish to possess. Why would one such as I even need such a thing as a mind? For the shadow I have serves this function in it's stead. And as I continue to walk in my circles, desperate to breathe in new breaths, I ask myself of why it ever happened. This is of an origin as to which I can no longer remember. Has it not been for all of existing eternity that I have been confined here in the prison of blood and hate? I sought this, yes, oh so long ago. Thoughts now dead, that cannot be revived. And so, regardless of realizing hate in words, and pity in kindness, we seek on. We, I no longer fit. We, as one, A being and it's shadow, now completely one. My new name, OUR new name, is a combination of nothing and digression. Leaving no room for unwanted desire of free will.

 

The sahdow took over, I gave in, or so it seems, because here now, on the dawn of night I stand, coveted in every which way imaginable. I grieve. Why? To what end does my own pursuit follow? I found nothing? Nothing at all...

 

So it was my ignorance that sustained me, and kept me imprisoned. This to all ends must be what invoked my never ending insanity, this, is the devil's curse. So I realize, now, that I am trapped. By doing so, I figure by all means that insanity will next strike. The shadow, inching nearer to my throat. Proof of my damnation to the eternal flame of a kindered anger that will always thirst for the blood of oneself.

 

The devil's curse, one cannot overcome.

The shadow, one cannot defeat.

So what now of me? I left a trail of bloodied footprints ment to guide, but only led others to the damning vindiction that I desperately still attempt to escape. Obvious and simple things do not exist. All things hold more true meanings in their sides that cannot be seen.Here and forever, I accepted my fate, amongst the playthings that the demons provoked. Nothing left for me. I encourage the shadow, let it take its awaited toll. My dedication, which by all means was meant to be an everlasting fight that would hold no victor, and go one past the eve that dawns on the morning.

 

I am a fool, and for this I covet even myself. I welcome an end to all things. Even that of my acclaimed dedication is nothing. Simply put, it is the dedication of the damned.

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

I suppose I could do it, if you even want me.

 

I rather enjoyed that peice. It's definately dark enough for this genre of writing and the general quality is quite impressive. How soon can you begin and what peice of the story would you enjoy helping with most? I know you don't know much of the storyline, so please message me for more information. I will assign you to a section of the story and occassionally ask for aid or help writing it once that section appears in the series. I'd rather not talk about it too much, best to not let spoilers get out XD (you know, even though people aren't really all that interested at this point O.O).

 

Either way, thank you for your interest. I sertainly hope you can be a admirable member of the team!!! A website will be made soon (nothing big, free site just helps organize).

[Solar Wind 595]

 

 

Oh hell yes.

Solarwind is in for this! He has an entire backstory in fact his whole bio is down in my siggy! If you wanna check their for all of his stuff. He has been in some fan fics I made myself but nothing this big! He has many different roles in all of his fics from leading an equestrian army agains changelings, to helping Fluttershy rescue angel, to becoming best friends with Discord. His norma stuff is in his bio below though if you dont wanna click the link I can still fill out your format thingy. I am on here ALOT of the time and will be availible for help anytime you need me, I hope Solar gets into this because it sounds cool!

 

(sorry my comp posted before I was done like le derp.)

Edited October 21, 2012 by SolarWind

[Dusty Soul 2,611]

OC name: Dusty Soul

OC refrence: http://mlpforums.com...usty-soul-r1049 (do not use the bio from this)

OC personality: Care free, (kinda hippyish)

OC backstory: Dusty was kicked out of flightschool his final year. This tragedy led to his gambling which slowly became who he was. He discovered he could never lose. He gained his cutie mark in gambling, this led to him being kicked out of the house, and him gaining a care-free personality. He lived on his own, and he was better off for it. Gaining money from slot machines, and betting on the street.

Reliability (how often you are online): in the afternoon, usually all the time. On Saturdays, usually all day, except when I have stuff going on.

Contributor (can your OC truly contribute to the storyline?): He can contribute as a lowly gambler on the street, and/or a pony who built his life from the ground up, gaining friends, and enemies along the way. Either that, or you can do whatever.

Edited October 21, 2012 by Sir Dusty Soul

[NekromantiaFox 270]

Oh hell yes.

Solarwind is in for this! He has an entire backstory in fact his whole bio is down in my siggy! If you wanna check their for all of his stuff. He has been in some fan fics I made myself but nothing this big!

 

I would prefer if you were to directly fill out and follow the application form given.

 

OC name: Dusty Soul

OC refrence: http://mlpforums.com...usty-soul-r1049 (do not use the bio from this)

OC personality: Care free, (kinda hippyish)

OC backstory: Dusty was kicked out of flightschool his final year. This tragedy led to his gambling which slowly became who he was. He discovered he could never lose. He gained his cutie mark in gambling, this led to him being kicked out of the house, and him gaining a care-free personality. He lived on his own, and he was better off for it. Gaining money from slot machines, and betting on the street.

Reliability (how often you are online): in the afternoon, usually all the time. On Saturdays, usually all day, except when I have stuff going on.

Contributor (can your OC truly contribute to the storyline?): He can contribute as a lowly gambler on the street, and/or a pony who built his life from the ground up, gaining friends, and enemies along the way. Either that, or you can do whatever.

 

Your pony sounds rather interesting and I see how he could contribute. However, I don't believe he could be a good main character simply because of the nature of the fiction. In order to aid me in his appearance scene, please message me.

[Solar Wind 595]

I would prefer if you were to directly fill out and follow the application form given.

 

 

 

Your pony sounds rather interesting and I see how he could contribute. However, I don't believe he could be a good main character simply because of the nature of the fiction. In order to aid me in his appearance scene, please message me.

 

Oh sorry about that. I just read through my OC page and I noticed how terribly, terrible it was.

I have updated it and will be filling out the proper apllication for you! Sorry again, that was from my first days here as a forumite and I can't beleive how I let it go unnoticed this whole time.

[NekromantiaFox 270]

Oh sorry about that. I just read through my OC page and I noticed how terribly, terrible it was.

I have updated it and will be filling out the proper apllication for you! Sorry again, that was from my first days here as a forumite and I can't beleive how I let it go unnoticed this whole time.

 

Of course, we always improve, so it's really not such an unusual deal. The appearance of you OC is rather interesting, so I am quite excited.

[Solar Wind 595]

OC name: SolarWind

 

OC refrence: http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/solarwind-r1291

 

OC personality: Lazy, Intuitive, likes to think more than move, mildy insane.

 

OC backstory: (See reference)

 

Reliability: Like I said I have no life other than the forums so Im online alot. Except if I'm at school, sports, work, or doing something else...

 

Contributor: He could blow stuff up and make crazy inventions to torture/Rescue ponies who are healthy/injured. Or he could help solve problems such as using his own mildly insane mind to figure out how the minds of other pshycopaths work...

[NekromantiaFox 270]

OC name: SolarWind

 

OC refrence: http://mlpforums.com...solarwind-r1291

 

OC personality: Lazy, Intuitive, likes to think more than move, mildy insane.

 

OC backstory: (See reference)

 

Reliability: Like I said I have no life other than the forums so Im online alot. Except if I'm at school, sports, work, or doing something else...

 

Contributor: He could blow stuff up and make crazy inventions to torture/Rescue ponies who are healthy/injured. Or he could help solve problems such as using his own mildly insane mind to figure out how the minds of other pshycopaths work...

 

Actually....I rather like your pony. He's simply so unique and unusual compared to most other OCs. I am contemplating accepting him as a main character.

 

Mainly because there are a few places where he could contribute quite a large amoung. What do you think? I'd love your opinion on the subject.

[Solar Wind 595]

Actually....I rather like your pony. He's simply so unique and unusual compared to most other OCs. I am contemplating accepting him as a main character.

 

Thank you! I have heard that before from someone bu they only liked him because of his tattoos >.> Like I said he has been in a few fics before and one of them instead of his monkey partner he had a mechanical version of Celestias phoenix, which had alot of cool gadgets and whatnot but a monkey in overalls helping build dangerous machinery is just sooo cute I couldn't resist :3

[NekromantiaFox 270]

Thank you! I have heard that before from someone bu they only liked him because of his tattoos >.> Like I said he has been in a few fics before and one of them instead of his monkey partner he had a mechanical version of Celestias phoenix, which had alot of cool gadgets and whatnot but a monkey in overalls helping build dangerous machinery is just sooo cute I couldn't resist :3

 

Monkeys? Hmm, alright, apparently you are a fan of Monkeys XD I could give him a pet in one if the episodes if you like. Considering both of my characters have pets aswell. Moriko has Esme the Snake. Alora has Shi the spirit fox.

[Solar Wind 595]

Mainly because there are a few places where he could contribute quite a large amoung. What do you think? I'd love your opinion on the subject.

 

I feel Solarwind can be helpful in alot if situations. Hes an alicorn so wings plus magic. Hes an inventor which helps him if you need some crazy thing built, he's lazy, hes smart which is an asset if you're in a situation that needs to be thought through, and he can help with other things due to his large body and care free attitude. (By care-free I mean he's lazy and patient so it wont be easy to upset or piss off.) I definitely spent more time on him than anyother character I have made so far that's for sure.

Even if he doesn't get the main character role I would love for him to be featured in it at all, it sounds like a pretty cool idea...

 

EDIT: Also that brief description of him in that top bar is nowhere near as detailed as his page I linked in reference.

If you are seriously considering putting him in for main character then I ask that you browse through that as well... Its just a bit more detailed and helps with his backstory and personality a bit better.

Edited October 21, 2012 by SolarWind

[NekromantiaFox 270]

I feel Solarwind can be helpful in alot if situations. Hes an alicorn so wings plus magic. Hes an inventor which helps him if you need some crazy thing built, he's lazy, hes smart which is an asset if you're in a situation that needs to be thought through, and he can help with other things due to his large body and care free attitude. (By care-free I mean he's lazy and patient so it wont be easy to upset or piss off.) I definitely spent more time on him than anyother character I have made so far that's for sure.

Even if he doesn't get the main character role I would love for him to be featured in it at all, it sounds like a pretty cool idea...

 

<.<

>.>

Both of my OCs can fly, but only Alora can use magic and she has no wings. Hehe. It's supposed to be a powerfull quartet, and I have to warn you....there are some very suggestive themes and worse (rated R after all). I have nothing against alicorns, so long as they all make sence. Might I ask.....what would he reprosent?

[Solar Wind 595]

<.<

>.>

Both of my OCs can fly, but only Alora can use magic and she has no wings. Hehe. It's supposed to be a powerfull quartet, and I have to warn you....there are some very suggestive themes and worse (rated R after all). I have nothing against alicorns, so long as they all make sence. Might I ask.....what would he reprosent?

 

I know that some Alicorns represent certain things like the sun and the moon, in the beggining he never represented anything but now that you maention it I better make up something lol.

 

If I had to choose what he represented it would be intelligence. I was always told there is a VERY thin line between genius and insanity, and I think Solarwind is right on that line. Hes smart but sometimes it gets out of hand and what started out as a smart idea can change into something completely insane. Thats the same with intelligence. Something might seem like a simple idea at first but once you start actually thinking about it it gets really complex. Solarwind uses his thoughts more than his movements when faced with a situation. He build machines using pure intelligence, and he builds marvelous machines but he likes thinking of ways to outdo the things he has built. Instead of building just a simple cider squeezer he might build it and think. "Nah. This is to small and lame." Then he can go through about 5998 trials and errors (most of them resulting in injury) until finally he gets it right and invents something incredibly crazy and overdone its a wonder it started out as something as simple as a fruit squeezer.

I could go on and on but mainly wat im saying is this.

 

TL;DR He uses intellect and insanity to show that sometimes things can get a bit crazy, and thats not always a bad thing.

[NekromantiaFox 270]

I know that some Alicorns represent certain things like the sun and the moon, in the beggining he never represented anything but now that you maention it I better make up something lol.

 

If I had to choose what he represented it would be intelligence. I was always told there is a VERY thin line between genius and insanity, and I think Solarwind is right on that line. Hes smart but sometimes it gets out of hand and what started out as a smart idea can change into something completely insane. Thats the same with intelligence. Something might seem like a simple idea at first but once you start actually thinking about it it gets really complex. Solarwind uses his thoughts more than his movements when faced with a situation. He build machines using pure intelligence, and he builds marvelous machines but he likes thinking of ways to outdo the things he has built. Instead of building just a simple cider squeezer he might build it and think. "Nah. This is to small and lame." Then he can go through about 5998 trials and errors (most of them resulting in injury) until finally he gets it right and invents something incredibly crazy and overdone its a wonder it started out as something as simple as a fruit squeezer.

I could go on and on but mainly wat im saying is this.

 

TL;DR He uses intellect and insanity to show that sometimes things can get a bit crazy, and thats not always a bad thing.

 

Hmm, I'm not sure I should really use that reprosentation. Ordinarily an eliment is selected. for example, Alora's father is nightmare, Moiko is nature, and Alora herself is life and death.

[Solar Wind 595]

Hmm, I'm not sure I should really use that reprosentation. Ordinarily an eliment is selected. for example, Alora's father is nightmare, Moiko is nature, and Alora herself is life and death.

 

You can tweak it if you want. I just tried to come up with something quickly that would fit into Solars personality. I you had another idea Im sure that would be fine. What did you have in mind?

[NekromantiaFox 270]

You can tweak it if you want. I just tried to come up with something quickly that would fit into Solars personality. I you had another idea Im sure that would be fine. What did you have in mind?

 

Something simple may be nice, I'm attemping to cover all my bases after all. Perhaps fire or something of that matter. It's sort of up to you most since you're the creator.

[Solar Wind 595]

Something simple may be nice, I'm attemping to cover all my bases after all. Perhaps fire or something of that matter. It's sort of up to you most since you're the creator.

 

How about the wind? He goes with the breeze anyway and has his care-free nature, I think that the wind would work in well for him, plus it is in his name...

[NekromantiaFox 270]

How about the wind? He goes with the breeze anyway and has his care-free nature, I think that the wind would work in well for him, plus it is in his name...

 

Possibly, though it doesn't entierly work well with his appearance and normally it does for ponies, Chu know what I mean? Jsut trying to preserve the origional.

[Solar Wind 595]

Possibly, though it doesn't entierly work well with his appearance and normally it does for ponies, Chu know what I mean? Jsut trying to preserve the origional.

 

Yeah thats tough considering his appearence represents fire, and his personality doesnt relate to it all that much. wind could go with his appearence though His cutiemark is a pinwheel, which is blown by the wind?

 

Anyway what part are you thinking of using him for if we did come up with a good representation for him?

Edited October 21, 2012 by SolarWind

[Nightfall 3,950]

I am currently making a fiction series featuring OCs in a deep (rated R) storyline. This is where interested writers, artists, and other excited ponies can apply to aid me and possibly even join in. I am only accepting 4 main character slots MAX, will you be the lucky pony?

 

*snip*

 

Featured OC positions:

 

OC name: Nightfall

OC refrence: Nightfall's character page is here

OC personality: Learned, headstrong, yet a bit shy and awkward when meeting new people. He seems to always be hurt in some way (mostly physical). Although headstrong, he can be made to see others ways.

OC backstory: He has no parents since they disappeared a while ago, mostly likely dead. (Can be edited further later.)

Reliability (how often you are online): online just about everyday, mostly about 1-3 PM EST, and 8-9 PM EST weekdays. Sometimes, I'll be on almost all day.

Contributor (can your OC truly contribute to the storyline?): Well, it depends... He is mostly hurt, sometimes near death, and he is an alicorn; not a usual mix. So, yes, mostly. (It depends on the situations.)

 

 

People who recieve a featured OC position may be expected to contribute ideas involving their OC.

 

There are likely to be a very LARGE amout of characters in this story because IT IS A SERIES. Just thought it might help to remind you.

 

There, if you like...

[NekromantiaFox 270]

I am currently making a fiction series featuring OCs in a deep (rated R) storyline. This is where interested writers, artists, and other excited ponies can apply to aid me and possibly even join in. I am only accepting 4 main character slots MAX, will you be the lucky pony?

 

*snip*

 

Featured OC positions:

 

OC name: Nightfall

OC refrence: Nightfall's character page is here

OC personality: Learned, headstrong, yet a bit shy and awkward when meeting new people. He seems to always be hurt in some way (mostly physical). Although headstrong, he can be made to see others ways.

OC backstory: He has no parents since they disappeared a while ago, mostly likely dead. (Can be edited further later.)

Reliability (how often you are online): online just about everyday, mostly about 1-3 PM EST, and 8-9 PM EST weekdays. Sometimes, I'll be on almost all day.

Contributor (can your OC truly contribute to the storyline?): Well, it depends... He is mostly hurt, sometimes near death, and he is an alicorn; not a usual mix. So, yes, mostly. (It depends on the situations.)

 

 

People who recieve a featured OC position may be expected to contribute ideas involving their OC.

 

There are likely to be a very LARGE amout of characters in this story because IT IS A SERIES. Just thought it might help to remind you.

 

There, if you like...

 

Yeah thats tough considering his appearence represents fire, and his personality doesnt relate to it all that much. wind could go with his appearence though His cutiemark is a pinwheel, which is blown by the wind?

 

Anyway what part are you thinking of using him for if we did come up with a good representation for him?

 

I'll probabely think of something and then run it by you.

 

Nightfall:

 

It's possible that I may us him. However, I have to consider this rather deeply because your character is an Alicorn and I am trying to stray away from that too much. After all, there aren't supposed to be an abundant of alicorns in equestria. Very few alicorns will be accepted if any.