Q: So how do you play, then?

A: A detailed compendium of rules, items, guidelines, and fluff is hosted on googledocs, here [docs.google.com].

Q: So what's Roll20?

A: Roll20 is a free online service that simulates a tabletop environment by allowing players to create their own maps, tokens, and scenarios; and then interact with one another in real time. It can be found here [roll20.net]

Q: And how often do we meet for tabletop sessions?

A: In theory, once a week, on Saturday--but with the real world being as helter-skelter as it is, it's entirely possible we might have to adjust or skip every so often.

Name: Mini
Race: Earth pony
Age: 24
History: Born to a drug addict and a thief, Feather never put much stock in anything. After her father landed himself dead, her mother pushed her off into an orphanage. Life there wasn’t too bad as long as you knew how to get out of trouble; She made it an art form. When she couldn’t talk her way out, she ran, when that didn’t work, she hid. It wasn’t until she got older that her tactic finally failed. Some filly had caught her sneaking kisses with her colt and came after her. Feather, now calling herself Mini, came out on top and decided that life in the orphanage was too rigid. She left, lived on the streets for a bit, stole for food, fought when she needed and avoided the gangs.
An easy going young mare Mini is considered by some to be a bit off. She has a tendency to giggle at inappropriate times do seemingly random things, but she is quite sane, she just tends to spend time in her own little world. Though she also tends to view the suffering of others with only mild discomfort, to her pain was inevitable and nothing new. So perhaps she isn’t perfectly sane, but who is? Okay, fine, she’s rather nuts.

Her nocturnal hobbies include, cat burglary, pick pocketing, and looking for “Fun”. She does her best to keep her fun nonviolent, or at least non-lethal. Normally using her agility to get in and out, failing that she has been known to perform snatch and grabs. Her escapes are what set her apart, she has no set method of escape, she is equally comfortable spending a night sugaring up a guard or knocking him senseless.

Civilian Details: Going by her given name, Feather, Mini works in customer service for a local shop. A job she got by being the only pony who didn’t start yelling at customers. A feat she manages by imagining them beaten and bruised.
She lives in a shitty apartment in a shitty building in the underside. The only thing she likes about where she's living is the cats. There are piles of them living in and around her building.
Skills:
Grit: 3
Murder: 4
Stealth: 4
Acting: 4
Athletics: 4
Mechwork: -1
Perception: 2

Equipment: LunaSea SnCK (Operator Mod)
S&W Mayfly Repeater.
Three shivs.
And a Prayer.

Last edited at Fri, Oct 11th, 2013 21:32

It's finally here.

Name: Esquire “Full Monty” Rothschild
Race: Diamond Pony Unicorn
Age: 21
History: Youngest rascal son of a rich and illustrious family. Went to boys schools, private schools, private high schools, expensive private high schools... you know, the usual run down rich assholes like him go thru when they grow up. Upon reaching university age, he enrolled in a med school in the city, mostly because of his father’s insistence (and he also paid for the whole thing!). So he moved into the city in a nice penthouse that his father bought for him and tried to settle down in his new life of a student. Well, wild med school student parties weren’t enough for him, it seemed, as he quickly grew bored of being a student. It wasn’t that he didn’t took his studies that seriously, but after awhile he just wanted something more exciting from his life. Perhaps it started as a weird impulse of the moment, but after having spontaneously robbed a street vendor by threatening the poor bastard with a mere pocket knife, he knew that hustling was just the right hobby for him. So yeah, instead of going to class or lectures, he now spends his time practicing illegalities in the streets. Though he is just a newbie in the business, he hopes to learn the ropes and get better over time. He is in it largely for the thrill of it, but he is also looking to get some major profits from the job, hoping to get independent from his parents without doing all that boring student work.

He is a spoiled brat, so he occasionally shows signs of cockyness and immaturity when he doesn’t get what he wants. Although he considered himself smart, he often gets needlessly excited in the field when in the middle of the job, as he considers many aspects of crime work to be “super-cool”. In combat he uses his skills gained from the med school to patch up wounded comrades on the fly by using assortment of healing spells, tough he can also hold his own in a gunfight most of the time.

Civilian details: He is a lazy git by the day. Often he just hangs around in his pad, or loiters around in the city. Sometimes he goes to school, but that is something of a rarity to him. He doesn’t have a job, but his parents support him by sending him money on monthly basis. Needles to say, they aren’t aware of his less-than-legal activities. Also because his folks are super tedious to check where the money they pour in their son go, he can’t use the money got from them to buy equipment for his “hobby”.

Appearance: He is a diamond pony, so he is shiny and all. Give me some feedback please.

Points:
Grit: 3
Athletics :4
Hacking: 0
Stealth: 0
Murder: 4
Mechwork: -1
Speciality: (Healing Magic) 5
Adept Power: 2

Name: Refuses to give over his actual name, uses "Loki" when Identified.
Race: Earth Pony.
Age: 20.

Loki. Where do I start with this guy?

Nowhere, I guess.

I'm serious. Nothing is known about this guy. We're not even sure he's Equestrian. He could as well be a zebra with coat dye or something.

Anyway. Kid stumbled into these parts around 2 years ago with three cups and a rock. Immediatly managed to seperate a couple of morons from their credits and hire someone else to do that for him while he started pickpocketing the crowding people. When the Guard arrived, Only one guy was arrested, and it sure as hell wasn't him.

Kid's anything but dumb. He knows when to cash in and when to run away.

He keeps changing names and identities, currently calling himself "Loki". He conned a mare out of those old-time wagons, and started doing magic tricks with another fool who havn't heard about what happened to the last guy who worked with him. Pretty simple- Loki does his store-bought magic tricks. Lackey pickpockets every mare and colt in sight. They abscond after half an hour or so.

Civilian Data: Loki has a thing for upper crust food. He's seen a lot in the better parts of town, stuffing his mouth with the finest of Canterlot's Cuisine. He's also good friends with the Barbers and clothes sellers around.

Inventory: S&W Waspsting, a Shiv for good measure, and an Atlas Protection Vest.

Points:
Grit—2
Athletics— 3
Hacking— -1
Stealth— 3
Murder— 3
Acting—4
Mechwork—-1
Perception—4
Adept Power—1

Last edited at Thu, Oct 10th, 2013 14:37

Name: Jet Stream
Race: Earth Pony
Age: 26
History: Jet Stream never particularly had much luck in life, having been raised by his father alone, he was trained from an early age in the use of swords, and had a wonderfully naive perspective on the duels his father pushed him into, seeing them as a matter of two men's honour, and one coming out on top purely through superior skill, speed and wits, he enjoyed his life, and saw no problem with the lucrative gains his father made betting on him every night. That all changed when the fire nation attacked when one night, not twenty minutes before the final bout that would put him at the top of his cities underground fighting ring he went to his opponents changing room to wish him good luck, this man had been the champion for years, and Jet Stream looked up to him as a hero and a role model. In that dressing room, he found his father, dripping poison into the champion's water bottle and putting contact poison on the hilt of his blade. Confronted by his son at blade point, his father admitted he'd poisoned most every opponent Jet Stream had ever faced. That night Jet Stream did not face the champion, he requested that the ring be put to a special use that night, to win back the respect he'd lost when he told the champion what his father had been doing.

A duel to the death, between Jet Stream and his own father.

The fight did not last long, Jet Stream's father was only used to winning through underhanded trickery, he trained rarely for that reason. Jet Stream meanwhile trained his body, mind and reflexes relentlessly, his father lost his head, and his life in moment's of the fight commencing, three parries, one slash. Then he slumped down dead.

The champion offered Jet Stream a chance to face him the next night, having convinced him he had no hoof in his father's cheating, but Jet Stream turned it down. Disenfranchised with all he knew and his morals shook to the core, he felt he had no right to face the champion, he had not earned that honour. But he promised he would one day return, and their duel would be one for the ages, one people would talk of until the end of time. Since that night Jet Stream has wandered from city to city, collecting bounties, taking whatever job he can to keep himself alive and hone his skills further and further, he refuses to use poison, or underhanded trickery, because unlike most criminals of this age. Jet Stream one day hopes to reclaim his honour, and every night he dreams of shaking the champion's hoof before their climactic duel. Despite his close held morals, and traumatic family history, Jet Stream always does his best to be kind to others, keeping a certain levity in all situations, and seeing fights, no matter who with as a game in some ways, usually avoiding killing if he can help it. Jet Stream never considers someone an enemy until they resort to underhanded tricks as his father did, until then, they're merely a sparring partner... Even if they might lose an arm to him.
Civilian details: For now, Jet Stream lives in a modest apartment on the shittier side of town, but unlike the rest of the building, his room is impeccably clean. He works as a chef at a local restaurant, having a deftness with most any kind of blade, and enjoying the serenity that comes with working in such a place, and the camaraderie that comes with it. In his day to day, he prefers to go by a simpler name, a shortened version of what he considers himself, a warrior caste of days gone by. He goes by Sam.




Stats:
(+2 earth pony)
Grit: 4
Athletics: 5
Stealth: 0
Murder: 5
Acting: -1
Mechwork: -1
Speciality: 0
Adept power: 5

Equipment:
Kapricorn frontline blade (1k)
Atlas Outfitting Personal Protection Vest ($500)
S&W Beesting Revolver ($1K) His absolute last resort, Jet Stream may believe in honor above all, but when the other guy's using a gun and has a bunch of buddies coming for you, sometimes being smart is better than being honorable.

Last edited at Sun, Oct 13th, 2013 01:00

Name:
Civilian - Ember Fleck
Alias - Blade Spark

Race:
Dragon - Airborne

Age:
Young Adult

History:
Ember is a very strange specimen. Very little is known about why he's involved with the types of activities he is known for when all records show he had a perfectly normal childhood. What's particularly weird about him is his constant chipper and friendly attitude in a world that seems to hate him. Although he acts friendly, he is very good at killing, and very good at getting away with it.

Civilian Details:
Ember works at a bank as a teller, always greeting those who walk inside and always remaining friendly even when customers act ornery toward him. He lives in a sky apartment among many other of the other flying races in the city.


Grit3
Athletics4
Hacking0
Stealth3
Murder4
Acting0
Mechwork0
Specialty: 'Cleaning'3
Adept Power1


Money:
0 (spent it all on starting stuff)

Rep:


Equipment:

LunaSea Survival and Combat Knife mk1

S&W Mayfly Repeater

Atlas Outfitting Personal Protection Vest

Last edited at Thu, Oct 10th, 2013 17:21

And with this, let's begin wave one of what is sure to be a long and bloody struggle for survival that will span the length and breadth of the Ponychan RP board.

>>446367
And we're off to a flying start, as the first character sheet gets it right off the bat. This one's approved, welcome to 6A, let's all hope for the best.

>>446369
Well, it's blatantly obvious that English isn't your first language, but that's something to be commended, and not reviled. The only problems here are that you're one point over, and you forgot to pick your equipment--but really, that's more of your problem than it is mine. I'm okay with this one, and I'm adding Healing Magic to the specialty list.

>>446373
I actually don't mind this much, though I'm sure someone does. I'll open the floodgates on this one, and allow the other players to present their commentary as they see fit in case I missed something.

>>446379
I am technically obliged to be vaguely displeased by this because it's an obvious homage to another character, but fuck it. It's Jetstream Sam, and you gotta love that. Your stats are in order and your equipment checks out, so good job.

I'm approving this one, unless someone can think of a really damn good reason not to.

>>446385
Well, I'm not entirely sure about the formatting, but this gets all the requirements right. So thanks for playing, and welcome aboard!

Name:
Civilian: Farasi
Alias: Lancer

Race: Zebra

Age: 23

History: Born in the inner-cities of Manehattan to a factory worker and a housekeeper, Farasi lived most of his life as the quiet, nerdy youngest of three children. Like his two older brothers, who both went on to follow their father into the factories, he got a job midway through high school in an attempt to help support the family. Unlike them, he rapidly discovered that flipping burgers and other menial manual labour was not where his strengths lay. All of them had taken up petty thievery, as many teens were wont to do, but Farasi was the one who took the most pleasure in the occasional bit of shoplifting or purse-snatching. Despite this, he did well in school, and in fact was the only one who set his ambitions beyond the smokestacks. His passion laid in computer science, and he dove into textbooks and other resources on the latest in programming and hardware with an almost religious fervor. Though he was heavily counselled against it by his parents, when he graduated high school he felt that he had enough of a knack for it to chance pursuing a higher education in the field. Borrowing some money from some less than trustworthy sources, he went off to university, wanting to make his way into what he felt was the glitzy world of skilled technological work. He made his way to Canterlot the second he finished his education, reasoning that the capital would be the best place to find a job that suited his talents.

When he got there, he rapidly discovered that it was more than just difficult to get a job. After more attempts than he cared to admit, he ended up having to settle for a shoddy apartment in the Low City and a loathsome job in the factory. While he might have been content to go back to minor theft to pass the time until he could get something more substantial, the loans he had taken out were beginning to need repaying and with the news that his brother had been critically injured in the factory pushed him to use his talents for cybercrime and much more daring regular crime in a bid to procure the money as fast as possible.

His personality is something of an adrenaline junky, as he finds the crime quite exciting, and it’s usually during some sort of illegal act that he’s at his most expressive. He tends to make sarcastic, snarky comments that usually border on the condescending, and his façade of being a level-headed, stoic individual can occasionally give way to the giddy nerd underneath. He prefers to use stealth, cunning and charisma solve problems, rather than violence.

Civilian Details: He has a standard nine-to-five, soul-crushing factory job that he tends to bemoan, and often prefers to lounge around his dingy apartment in a section of the Low City that veers towards the distinctly unpleasant. In the event that he has to go out, he primarily uses his real name in any events that might call for a name.

Inventory: LunaSea Survival and Combat Knife mk1, S&W Mayfly Repeater, Atlas Outfitting Personal Protection Vest

Points:
Grit: 3
Athletics: 3
Hacking: 5
Stealth: 2
Murder: 1
Acting: 1
Mechwork: 3
Perception: 1
Specialty: 0
Adept Power: 0

Last edited at Wed, Oct 30th, 2013 21:00

♥
>>446417

Last edited at Thu, Oct 10th, 2013 23:16

>>446417
>alias: Lancer
Wanna show me why they call you Lancer?

h-here I go!
Name: Eska Flowers
Race: Unicorn
Age: 17
History:
A mom-and-pop augmentation store. The sheer idea of it is ridiculous, yet somehow the family run "Flowers' Augmentation and Repair" shop has remained in business for at least five generations. Eska is the latest in a long line of technicians and mechanics, and has always been expected to continue the family legacy. She's never had any particular qualms about this, at an early age she had accepted this responsibility. Running the shop, dealing with clients and just generally running a business are all things she has been taught by her father. But throughout all the years a sort of looming threat has been hanging over the shop. At first she couldn't quite figure out what it was, it was just sort of something you could feel in the air. It all started, as far as she could tell, back thirty years ago. The shop had slowly been growing in size, despite the collapse that happened when magic returned. It seemed to reach its peak right then, when suddenly the shop got an unexpected visit from the aug corps. Turns out "The Flower" had gained quite a reputation around Middle City for its custom detailed augs. The big players didn't like that one bit. So through subtle and... not-so-subtle persuasion, the shop has been on a steady decline. Forced to make shady back-hand deals with Runners just to stay afloat has proven devastating to family moral. Ms. Flower left years ago, not able to cope with the pressure.

Her father refuses to discuss finances, but she can see where they were going. Without the store they were on the highway to lower city. A solution is needed to be found, but at this point she can't see it.

Personality: Easily provoked, a bit blunt and has an over reliance on sarcasm. Often times impatient, running into things without properly thinking them through. Due to this she's more of a hand-on kind of girl, with little time for theory. Despite this she is often times cautious, something she has been forced to learn over the years. These two aspects are often at odds with one another. She tries to do what she considers to be the right thing, and will adamantly stick to her morals.

Civilian Detail: Most of her day is spent working in the shop, or running errands for her father. In the little downtime she has, she likes to go to the fancier parts of town and look at the newly released robots. Sometimes even buying one or two to further tinker with at home. She recently got a new boyfriend that works in Canterlot PD. Their relationship is still in its earliest of stages, but Eska is hoping that it might lead to something.


Stats:

Grit: 2
Athletics: 2
Hacking: 3
Stealth: 0
Murder: 1
Acting: -1
Mechwork: 5
Perception: 1
(Special) Medicine: 3 (Due to her background in the interaction between metal and flesh, she has had to learn a lot of practical medicine.)
Adept Power: 1

It's not like I have a choice but to join.

>>446457
Was wondering when you'd show up. Thats an interesting picture of Renamon you've got there.

>>446460
Oh hey. You ARE still around. Welcome... back I s'pose.

>>446457
You know I do, Vausty. You know I do.

Especially with that picture of Renny. Everything gets sexier when you add Renamon to it.

>>446463
I can't stop screaming.

I'm sorry, but I just can't.

>>446417
This is an excellent character sheet, and I strongly approve, and I would be happy and honored to welcome you into this canon, BUT for one fact.

You still have two points left to spend over, on account of playing a zebra. You might want to spend those, you know--get more bang for your buck, and all. I mean, you don't have to, but either you do it at character creation or not at all.

Beyond that? Welcome to the canon, it's good to have you, watch this space.

>>446460
No ya don't.

>>446459
I like this one, too, and I approve it. Before we begin, however, I do have one question. Eska--is she pony, or is she dancer?

>>446466
Sorry. I really, really liked Digimon as a kid. It might have screwed me up.

Anyway, thank you very much, sorry I forgot the two extra points, must have slipped my mind. Went back and edited the point breakdown to account for this. Thank you for having me.

Civilian name: Frostflow
Aliases and nicknames: “Frost” to most who do know her. “Snowflake” to criminal associates.
Age: 22
Race: Unicorn
Biography:

Born to a well to do family of bankers in the ancient, frozen city of Stalliongrad, she was not even a year old when the family decided to Immigrate to Manehatten, encouraged by a friend who promised the opportunity for wealth and prestige in an exciting new land. After a moment of thought, her father would make the heart wrenching decision to sell the family home and take up his friend on the offer, hoping to forge not just a comfortable life for his family, but to make a legacy truly worthy of leaving behind. Leaving behind the frigid land of her birth, they would come to settle in a cheap apartment nestled in the heart of the city itself, a temporary abode to something much greater, the hopes of two parents and a sheltered filly resting on the success of an office supply business, a joint venture with that very friend. A business that would eventually go belly up, leaving the family destitute in a foreign and unfamiliar land. The friend himself disappearing shortly thereafter.

Joined by a younger sister ten years after her birth, her once inseparable parents could hardly stand one another as the pressures of yet another mouth to feed began to take its toll, taking menial and temporary office jobs to make ends meet. It was a situation Frost would come to resent more and more as she grew equally frustrated with the endless bickering and the lack of progress her impoverished family had made. Often, in fits of rage and confusion, she asked herself why they could not be like the ponies she saw in television, the slick and professional business elite whom seemed so strong and majestic to her, those who thrived in a world so cruel and cold to make fortune after fortune, not just inheriting their legacies, but forging them through blood, sweat and the tears of those who stood in their way. In the great game of life, these ponies where the all star players, the lions, and for too long she made her pen with the sheep, a fact she was determined to change, even if it killed her. Unlike those around her, she would sooner die a lion then live a sheep.


Guided by a no nonsense attitude and a competitive nature, she frequently excelled in both the class and the gym room, participating in as many sports as she could handle, while also maintaining an active presence in the various hobby clubs that populated the poor inner city school, from swimming and wrestling to chess and archery, eventually earning a scholarship to attend the University in Canterlot, where she currently resides, studying business in an attempt to enter the cut throat world of the corporate elite she so strongly feels she belongs to. It is here she is trying to forge a new life, at the heart of new city, like her family did so long ago, in the hopes of a life that was not just better, but a life better than anypony else’s. No other place to be but on top after all, and she is not about to settle for second best.


Civilian details:

In her final year at the university, she works both part time as a secretary and also an internship at a mid level investment firm, taking advantage of local sporting tournaments at the gym whenever she has time between studies, work and criminal enterprises. She lives in a cheap studio apartment near the school, in a neighborhood neither especially dreadful nor exceptionally well off. Most who know her personally use the name Frost when interacting with her outside of her criminal career.

Equipment:
S&W Beesting revolver. Atlas Personal protection vest. 3 shivs.


Character Stats:
Grit: 2
Athletics: 4
Acting: 4
Perception:5+1
Murder: 1
Adept push: 1

Other notes:
Since the four years she spent in Canterlot, the only contact she has maintained with her family is through her younger sister, Windchill, whom she writes frequently along with the occasional phone conversation. Their relationship is largely the exception to the rule of resentment.

Gymnophobia, otherwise known as a fear of being naked. She is never without clothing, be it her trendy blazer, her stylish pants, or her trademark sunglasses. It’s not just a fashion statement, it’s also necessary for her mental health.

>>446494
This one is, like those that have come before it, excellent; and I thank you for joining us.

And that, of course, marks our eighth player--and that, I think we can all agree, means that it's high time we stopped beating around the bush, and launched this canon properly! All of you converse amongst yourselves quickly and watch this space--soon the thread will be launched, and it'll be time to make friends, make enemies, and start a crew. Soon, your petty thievery will be a thing of the past. This time next month, you'll be in the big leagues--it's time to become Operators!

Watch this space, the thread's going live soon. Try your best to have an IC interaction lined up ahead of time--no reason to wait around, after all.

Guess I should write something...

0|)4<134|)4(.0||: Mandrake, midnight, zed, wormwood, mandrake, plague, wormwood, midnight, wormwood, midnight. EV ∞
1824: Impossible. <OD> state EV.
0|)4<134|)4(.0||: EV ∞
1224: Just a minor malfunction w/ text display. <OD>Prep
2424: <OD>int OD 024
2424: <OD> state new.
0|)4<134|)4(.0||: Mandrake, midnight, zed, wormwood, mandrake, plague, wormwood, midnight, wormwood, midnight. EV ∞
0|)4<134|)4(.0||: The beginning.


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Official name listed on some long lost birth certificate: Star Fall
Aliases and Nicknames: Carnage
Age: 23
Race: Pegasi
Biography:

Everybody knows there are bad places in the world. Places you wouldn’t willingly walk into without an bullet-proof car to keep you safe from the ever-present “PING” sound that resounds through the vehicle every time a bullet bounces off the paintwork, meaning that someone else just tried to kill you for the car stereo. One of these bad places, where a lucky man lived to twenty and guns were as valuable as food or clean water was Canterlot’s Lowest City, also known by its loving little nickname, The Slums. And it was in this semi-radioactive dump that Star Fall was born.

Most of her past is covered in shadows and nobody really knows who her parents are, though, local superstition would have you believe she was created when a sabertooth tiger got drunk and had nooky with a backpack nuke. And as far as anyone can remember, this little filly had always been alone and causing trouble for everyone around her. From the age where she was old enough to lift a gun, she’d already been fending for herself, running, fighting, killing… given the setting she had to grow up in, this bright orange filly learned really fast the meaning of the saying “sink or swim” because the sharks are always hungry and there are people set on giving you a pair of cement slippers to help you on your way.

By the tender age of 15, Star Fall had already made a name for herself and everyone knew her as “Carnage”. Vagrants would keep away from her, gangs no longer visited her hovel for protection money and apart from the occasional upstart punk looking to prove himself, she’d effectively managed to intimidate, fight, tear and murder her way to the top of the slum’s violent anti-society and was ready to move on to better and brighter things where she would hopefully find a new layer filth to slaughter her way through.

A layer she found in the Low City, where the money she’d bullied off people even worse off than her was used to pay for a small dingy apartment’s first down payment. But a place in Low Side won’t pay for itself and unlike the Lowest City; she couldn’t just go and shoot people down in the middle of the streets without someone calling the fuzz on her. No, she needed a job and she found work as an independent contractor, taking the jobs nobody else would touch. And no longer then three arsony missions, two murder contracts and only particularly messy bank robbery; the name “Carnage” soon found itself being whispered by everyone who was in the –know- of this.

These days, the orange menace is in all the important databanks and has a criminal record thicker than your average phonebook. And yet, for all her crimes and misdeeds, Carnage has always managed to earn herself an arrest warrant for anything serious due in large part to the friends she had made with the mob and the pictures she has of the chief of police involving himself with large quantities of very illegal snuff films down in the panic room of his large domicile.

In one well remembered instance where the girl had found herself on trial for burning down an orphanage, she’d proven that her enemies weren’t going to take her out with the Law when she’d filed for self-defence and made it out with a sentence ordering her to write the court a written apology.

Case in point, this little pony is well known for her facility with murder in all its forms and has an ego to match. Sharp, brave, charming, utterly psychotic and almost unbearably arrogant, Carnage is the go-to pony for any and all work relating to guns, knives and all the other fun toys ponies invented to end one another.

Inventory: Atlas Outfitting Personal Protection Vest, S&W Wasp-sting Revolver

Grit: 1
Athletics: 3
Hacking: -1
Stealth: 1
Murder: 5 + 2
Acting: 2
Mechwork: 2
Perception: 2
Adept Power: 2

Time to finally get in on this.
But first, important question:
There's already stuff about combat equipment.
But what about hacking equipment? Surely these ponies need some kind of device to access computers.

>>446510
Yes; they're called "keyboards". You plug them in, and you type on them.

>>446511
All righty then.
Posting the sheet now!

Civvie Name: Sudo
Undercover Name: Tron (Nopony's picked Tron yet!? Wow. I must be really unoriginal)
Race: Earth Pony (Sturdy: +2 attribute points)
Age: 20
History: He never did like hard work. His mom always pressured him into trying to get a job, but whatever he chose--be it fast food, construction, even debugging code--he never liked it. He still had money, of course; despite his lack of interest in nine-to-five salaries involving the stuff, he has a knack for code, and particularly for getting more access than he would otherwise have. He used this mainly to outwit so-called 'free' porn sites, gaining lists of passwords created by those foolish enough to subit their credit card information "to verify their age" and selling the passwords in bulk for a few hundred creds per dozen. Of course, this did not go unnoticed by the, shall we say, more zealous members of the black markets, and he soon found himself approached by ponies looking for a colt who can get them into a system undeterred...
Civilian Details: Lives out of his mother's apartment. Mom has a simple job as a cashier, and he claims to work as a freelance tech support helpdesk. Of course, he hasn't quit his real day-job: looking for backdoors into untrustworthy raunchy sites and making the services available for cheap.

Attributes:
Grit 2
Athletics 2
Hacking 4
Stealth 2
Murder 1
Acting 0
Mechwork 3
Perception 3
Cybersecurity(Specialty) 3
Adept Power 0

Inventory:
2500 Crd.
Due to a combination of naivete and staying in virtual crime, Sudo hasn't bought any weapons...yet.

Power Bursts left: 1

>>446511

Ponies suck at keyboards. Canon.

>My post.

>>446516
Mine as well, we kinda missed the deadline.
Blargh.

>>446516
>>446533
Ah, don't getcher panties in a bunch.

>>446502
There is a fine line between "Fun" exaggerated and "Warhammer" exaggerated. So long as you understand these purported legal advantages will have no in-game ramifications, and you don't get overly grim with your RP, everything here checks out.

>>446512
Ah, ma nigga!

Elaborate on the difference between "hacking" and "cybersecurity", if you'd be so kind.

>>446550
Hacking covers both breaking into a system and causing that system to do things--you would use Hacking skill for, say, creating a virus, or causing a computer system to crash at a certain time, or disabling cameras.
Cybersecurity is specifically breaking into the systems.

On that note, I appear to have accidentally written the number for the Cybersecurity stat under the Hacking stat, and vice versa. Gimme a minute, I'll fix it.

Civvie Name: Sudo
Undercover Name: Tron (Nopony's picked Tron yet!? Wow. I must be really unoriginal)
Race: Earth Pony (Sturdy: +2 attribute points)
Age: 20
History: He never did like hard work. His mom always pressured him into trying to get a job, but whatever he chose--be it fast food, construction, even debugging code--he never liked it. He still had money, of course; despite his lack of interest in nine-to-five salaries involving the stuff, he has a knack for code, and particularly for getting more access than he would otherwise have. He used this mainly to outwit so-called 'free' porn sites, gaining lists of passwords created by those foolish enough to subit their credit card information "to verify their age" and selling the passwords in bulk for a few hundred creds per dozen. Of course, this did not go unnoticed by the, shall we say, more zealous members of the black markets, and he soon found himself approached by ponies looking for a colt who can get them into a system undeterred...
Civilian Details: Lives out of his mother's apartment. Mom has a simple job as a cashier, and he claims to work as a freelance tech support helpdesk. Of course, he hasn't quit his real day-job: looking for backdoors into untrustworthy raunchy sites and making the services available for cheap.

Attributes:
Grit 2
Athletics 2
Hacking 3
Stealth 2
Murder 1
Acting 0
Mechwork 3
Perception 3
Cybersecurity(Specialty) 4
Adept Power 0

Inventory:
2500 Crd.
Due to a combination of naivete and staying in virtual crime, Sudo hasn't bought any weapons...yet.

Power Bursts left: 1

>>446553
I can conceive of absolutely no reason to have Cybersecurity as a specialty when it just falls under hacking; but if you insist.

>>446554
The idea is that he's specialized in cybersecurity, and thus he is more skilled in it than he is in ordinary hacking.

>>446555
Then put the points in hacking.
Trust me, you'll want that extra point and a five in hacking.

>>446557
All right, sheesh.

Final version of Sudo's character sheet, at Night Life's request:

Civvie Name: Sudo
Undercover Name: Tron (Nopony's picked Tron yet!? Wow. I must be really unoriginal)
Race: Earth Pony (Sturdy: +2 attribute points)
Age: 20
History: He never did like hard work. His mom always pressured him into trying to get a job, but whatever he chose--be it fast food, construction, even debugging code--he never liked it. He still had money, of course; despite his lack of interest in nine-to-five salaries involving the stuff, he has a knack for code, and particularly for getting more access than he would otherwise have. He used this mainly to outwit so-called 'free' porn sites, gaining lists of passwords created by those foolish enough to submit their credit card information "to verify their age" and selling the passwords in bulk for a few hundred creds per dozen. Of course, this did not go unnoticed by the, shall we say, more zealous members of the black markets, and he soon found himself approached by ponies looking for a colt who can get them into a system undeterred...
Civilian Details: Lives out of his mother's apartment. Mom has a simple job as a cashier, and he claims to work as a freelance tech support helpdesk. Of course, he hasn't quit his real day-job: looking for backdoors into untrustworthy raunchy sites and making the services available for cheap.

Attributes:
Grit 2
Athletics 2
Hacking 5
Stealth 2
Murder 1
Acting 0
Mechwork 3
Perception 4
Adept Power 0

Inventory:
2500 Crd.
Due to a combination of naivete and staying in virtual crime, Sudo hasn't bought any weapons...yet.

Power Bursts left: 1

Not a request, a suggestion.
"Cyber security" would have been simply words, unless the GM changes his mind. (Doubtful.)

You can keep it if you wish, but it wouldn't do a thing for you. Except perhaps make you feel good.

>>446550
I can make 40K look like a Charles Dickens novel!

I should probably post my email address so that I can get added to the Roll20 thingy.
Click on my nick and there ya go.

>>446575
Its just a site.
Follow the link in the op or google it.

The campaign isn't up yet. Or at least no one I know of has been added.

>>446579
I'm aware, but according to the site, the GM can't add specific people unless he has their email.
Besides, it's a reliable way to communicate.

Name: Sweet Dreams a.k.a. Summer Heat a.k.a. Hot Stuff
Race: Earth Pony
Age: Approximately 35



History: Everyone is familiar with the story of the runaway princess who escapes an arranged marriage by running away from home and becoming an adventurer. Summer's origins are much the same--she is a princess in her own right, and a runaway, and an adventurer.

Sweet Dreams was not born, but engineered: her true parents are a vial and a syringe. She wasn't even carried by the mare who would eventually be her "daughter;" an artificial alternative was safer and--crucially--more convenient. Her genetic code is meticulously designed to result in intellectual brilliance and striking beauty: the perfect heir to a megacorporation, or perhaps the secret weapon to propel an ordinary company to the top. All in all, Sweet Dreams was, and still is, a living work of art worth untold millions.

She was "adopted" by the couple who "commissioned" her, and she learned the truth of her birth as soon as her parents deemed her old enough to be able to understand. She grew up with the knowledge that she had been crafted for the express purpose of someday inheriting Joust Biotechnology. When she was a young adult, Joust Biotechnology struck a media nerve with its experiments in bio-augmentation, and began a period of growth that would become legendary. Equally legendary is the tragedy that led to the company's downfall. Five mares and two stallions in hospitals all around the world volunteered to recieve Joust Biotechnology heart transplants rather than standard artificial ventricles--and within the year all seven ponies died of horrific, fatal complications.

"Summer," as she would dub herself, began her criminal career by dealing the killing blow to her own company. With the help of an anonymous Operator, she stole what was left of Joust Biotechnology's assets, sold them, and disappeared into the shadows of the Sprawl. She gave her 'parents' no warning, and they have no way of contacting her, nor vice versa. Most everyone who knows Summer Heat assumes that she doesn't care.

The story of Joust Biotechnology and its fall is known to some, but the story of Sweet Dreams has been forgotten. She was created to be the perfect businessmare, and now she is the perfect criminal. She has destroyed the evidence that she was born, so as far as the system is concerned, she exists only when she chooses to.

Civilian Details: One of the first things that Sweet Dreams did after starting her new life was to create a new identity that's very nearly bulletproof. Anyone spying on her bank account or recent associates will identify her as Summer Heat, an expatriate of a distant land, with no living family and no interesting secrets.

She works as an exotic dancer in a notorious Operator hangout. The regular crowd know that she's one of their own. The new kids quickly learn.

She is sometimes affectionately called "Hot Stuff," and the nickname has stuck--she uses it when dealing with someone whom she wishes to stay aloof from. An anonymous employer, for example, or the schmuck who just walked in with a pocket full of tips and a head full of empty.


Grit 1
She is blessed with good health and unshakable willpower, but no particular ability to withstand getting shot.

Athletics 3
Hand-picked genes and meticulous self-care have given her a deceptively powerful body.

Hacking 0
She knows her way around social networking sites.

Stealth 4
She's also good at *not* being noticed.

Murder 2
Those who run in the shadows must speak the language of the shadows. She is no exception.

Acting 4
Mercenaries polish their guns; she watches her figure.

Mechwork -1
She disdains augmentation, and has an irrational dislike for any heavy machinery that reminds her of such offenses against nature.

Perception 5
The game that she plays is one part action and three parts reaction. She is almost supernaturally alert and focused, even when she doesn't seem to be.

Adept Power 1
She is canny and experienced, and leaves little to chance.


Carrying: Concealed LunaSea blade (1500), really nice clothing, bribe money

>>446559
This is acceptable. Hop in, broski.

>>446598
Tactical, I'm disappointed. If you're going to rip off a mass effect character, at least rip off a good one. I'll accept this, but ONLY if you let me put a pirate hat on her player token.

>>446606

Agreed.

>>446609
Alright, you good.

...Also, what's she look like? Kinda need to know that.

>>446610

Hot pink. Brown-red mane. Secondary pony sex traits through the goddamn roof. I know for a fact having a cute plot is one, probably something about eyelashes, and I dunno what else.

>>446652
Wears socks all the time?

>>446652
Oh Tact. I missed your rampant sexuality.
It always makes me feel chaste and tasteful.

>>446648
Alright, this seems far enough. Welcome aboard, Electra.

Our dear, mutual friend Yuppie seems to have lost her internet connectivity and is communicating through me. She is currently working on remedying this, but for the moment you will all simply have to excuse her absence.

Thank you and good night.

If confusion were a sport, I'd be in league for a gold medal right about now.

But yea, no, seriously, if anyone wants to do a thing in the chill thread, just hit me up or tell me here or something.

>>446972

>>446688

Oh what the fuck. If "lightning reflexes" is legit, then why not "woman's intuition/super-empathy"?

>>447030

The hell do you want...hun?

Looking to get a faceful of lead?

>>447137

>>447143

>>447143

. . .

Freak

>>447268

>>447272

Go kill yourself.

>>447358
No u

>>447389

I asked you first.

>>447396
Well that's just too fuckin bad

>>447406

You think you're so fucking clever don't you.

>>447422
Yes. Yes I do.

Oh hey, what's this?

>>447425
You know exactly what it is, don't be a twat and post your sheet.

>>447426
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1XTvu7z2bktkodQOLy-PtI5LLHR6TIPrlD-TSMc0Ap9o/edit?usp=sharing

>>447424

Well... you're not.

You're dumb, your boyfriend is dumb and your look is dumb.

>>447428
Haawt

>>447441

Whatever

>>447451
</3 ~~

>>447452

You're weird.

>>447456

>Rages Internally

>>447582
>>447452

>>447615

>>447582

You never called.

>>447627

>>447636

YOU.NEVER.CALLED!

Wow, this turned into twating time station pretty quick.

So much for a 6A OoC. Should called it "Star & Tits"

>>447637

>>447639

>>447640

But I missss youuu

why u gotta be lyke dis?

shoot me in face?

>>447667

You never contacted me.

Now I'm heartbroken and angry.

>>447683

>>447684
Heya Pup!

>>447684
>Awww.... Puppy! Play with me!

....Puppy doesn't want to play....

DAYMAN AAAA AAA AH!!

Fighter of the Nightman!
Aaaa aa ah!

Master of Karate

And friendship for everyone!

DAY MAN!

>>447692

>>447694
You gunna play or just stare with Dom pics?

>>447695

>>447696

>>447697

>>447698

>>447699

>>447700

>>447701

>>447702

>>447703

>>447704

>>447705

Greetings!

Ostensibly, being banned or otherwise barred from a canon is an undesirable turn After repeated and vigorous urgings from our dear friend and fellow 6A player Night Life has, I am now compelled to inform you that he has, by his own choice, temporarily resigned from regular posting within this canon.

FORTUNATELY, this is not a permanent decision on this part, and is subject to change at his earliest desire!

Until such a time arrives, however, we are to make a number of presumptions that suit him and his characters, in order to present a favorable return condition to him.

Concordant with the events of the November 2nd/3rd session, Mini Mare will be presumed out of commission with a bad ankle.

Killing Mini Mare during this time, as it was implied Frost may have planned to do, is strictly forbidden for reasons of common courtesy.

Yes, characters such as Jetstream are allowed to converse with her off-screen, so long as Night Life approves them OOC.

On the other hand, characters such as Frost and Carnage are NOT permitted to interact with her off-camera, unless explicit permission is granted in writing by Night Life. This is for reasons that should be obvious.

Until Night Life's return, Mini Mare's bank account and assets will be frozen and untouched. They may not be pilfered, fluffed, or otherwise interacted with.

Readily-available information and items of or pertaining to Mini Mare--her gadgets, address, financial information--are not to be shared with characters who do not know them, for any reason.

Since Mini Mare will not be able to partake in raids and other operations for the duration of Night Life's absence, she will be awarded a sum of money roughly equal to that appropriated by her partners upon his return, so as to preserve her status as a viable character.

Extreme canon-altering events such as assassinations or character deaths are to be relayed to Night Life via the OOC, if he is available and interested.

Last but not least, please remember that while Night Life is no longer part of this canon, this is ONLY a temporary decision on his part, and is in no way binding. As such, it might be a bad idea to wholly forsake any character growth that was dependent upon her.

Fine days and well-wishes upon you, Night Life!

Last edited at Sun, Nov 3rd, 2013 00:27

>>447707

Name:
Civilian: Igneus
Aliases: Burn, Breaker. If he’s really crazy: Armageddon, Prometheus.

Race: Dragon - Sturdy

Age: 23

History:
One of the new generation of drakes born in Equestria with the return of magic, Igneus has always found himself frustrated by the new breed’s inability to breathe fire. He’s named for it, after all, it’s only right that he should possess it.
This little gap, wearing away at him for years, has led to a bit of a disconnect with reality on his part, and an obsession with mastering fire and its associated destructive properties. He’s often got at least some firecrackers and a lighter on his person, and would rather watch the fires of an oil refinery than a movie. The damn directors seem to have no understanding of how fire works anyway.
So far, he’s managed to keep himself occupied with his day job, but sometimes he craves more. So he goes out, seeking to steal himself some fire from the gods.

Civilian Details:
Igneus works for New Horizons Inc., tearing down old buildings to replace them with newer, better ones. Of course, he’s far more interested in the demolition than the construction. Still, it’s enough to afford him a flat in a converted warehouse, just the sort of thing for a species more concerned with space than a working heating system.

Stats:
Grit: 4
Athletics: 4
Hacking: 0
Stealth: 0
Murder: 3
Acting: 2
Mechwork: 3
Perception: 3
Adept Power: 1

Inventory:
Equipment: Atlas Outfitting Personal Protection Vest, Utiliton Multi-Tool White Edition, Mk. VI

>>447776
Yeah.

Yeah, I like this. I like this a lot.

Come on in, fella.

Okay, guys. I'm bringing in another one of my OCs, and this time it's gonna be one who won't be just another hacker character.

Dawn Breeze
AKA "Mailman"

When people say "Going postal", they usually don't mean it literally. Dawn Breeze is one of the occasions where they did. A young pegasus with a bright mind and a history of mood swings, Breeze was a normal and productive member of society right for most of his life--right up until the layoffs of 54-6A, which promtply cost him his job, house, and the insurance he needed to keep his sickly sister's health from failing entirely. Fast forward to a year later: he's homeless, down one family, and on enough drugs to knock out Woodstock. Turns out, a year of depression, drug abuse, and starvation doesn't exactly make you sociable, clever, or sane. But shit on a biscuit, does it make you fast.

HP: 9
Endurance: 3
Athletics: 5
Murder: 4
Perception: 2
Deadly Dodging (specialty): 3
The specialty "Deadly Dodging" allows Dawn to redirect melee attacks made against him. All he has to do is declare that he is redirecting the attack and roll against his Deadly Dodging skill--if he makes the roll, he can choose one target adjacent to him to take the hit. Note that this can be an ally, and that Dawn has to pick a target; if the only ponies next to him are allies or civvies, so be it. Normal penalties apply, and if he fails the roll the attack hits him, whether it missed originally or not.
Dawn can only redirect [Deadly Dodging skill]/2 attacks per turn, rounded down. As he is right now, he can redirect one attack per turn.

>>447807
Shit, I forgot equipment. Gimme a few minutes...

>>447807
>>447808
Equipment:
>Beesting Revolver
>Foil-Lined Duster Coat (not customized)

>>447807
>>447809
Alright, this seems fair enough. Welcome to the underworld.

This thread is a faggot

>>447909
Ur a faggot

>>447910
Maybe.

>>447909
>>447910
>>447911

>>447912
>>447911
>>447910
>>447909

1224: The new Magister has been chosen according to our interests. Now, moving along to the next matter. <OD> state 3333.
0|>4<13|)|>4(.0||: Active.
1224: State Wendigo 3333.
0|>4<13|)|>4(.0||: Tracking.
1224: State ETA.
0|>4<13|)|>4(.0||: Never.

http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40209750.html

Name: Dust Clears

Race: Unicorn

Age: 44

History: An unambitious and underpaid archaeologist/professor, Dust made his living mainly by swiping some of his team's findings and selling them on the black market for a fair sum more than they were worth. Recently he stumbled upon some kind of ancient manuscript, which with ample interpretation seems to describe a race of powerful beings that existed before ponydom. So powerful were they that their destructive power ended their civilization. Tired of his banal, middle aged existence just getting by in this awful world, he hopes to bring back these beings and their unspeakable power. Insane? Yes, but he just might be right! And more importantly, he might just convince a lot of ponies that he is! Still, to accomplish his goals he'll need more money, resources, and followers. A life of crime it is.

Civilian Details: Archaeologist and adjunct college professor.

Inventory:
Balaclava
Duster Coat
500 Creds

Augments:
OuchEaze

Skills:
Grit: 1
Athletics: 1
Hacking: 1
Stealth: 2
Murder: 1
Acting: 5
Mechwork: 2
Perception: 2
Artifact proficiency (specialty): 2
Adept power: 0

Last edited at Wed, Nov 27th, 2013 21:04

>>448802
Seems fair enough. Welcome in, I suppose.

>>448804
Thank you!

Evry1 in tis rum is a big fagit. Cut urselfs

Evry1 in tis rum is a big fagit. Cut urselfs

"We have a job we need you to do!"
"That job sounds dangerous, and you're not risking anything except my life with it."
"We're risking so much!"
"Such as?"
"Your life!"
"What if you paid me up front, so I know I'm worth more on this job than an expendable piece of meat? I'll even pay you back when it's done."
"Money?? You're trying to blackmail us! We're paying you in trust!"
"I don't want to be used, okay? You could just refuse and we'll both go our separate ways."
"Do it or we'll kill you."
"...Okay then, Ill do it."
"KILL HIM! *blam!*"

And then my character died. Best campaign ever.

>>449513
I would direct you to this mans advice as you have now entered his rum
>>449488

>>449513

Name:

Race: Malamute

Age: 6

History:
Who is he? A wandering dog. Nosing for scraps, digging holes, watching passersby. Stoic, easily satisfied, quiet. Where did he come from? Who knows. There is no collar around his neck, and nor does he sit in the pound. What is his name? He has both none and many at the same time. A wanderer named by each person encountered, be it during quiet company waiting for the 5:00 train, or an hour, silently walking a child to school. He is without one title, and he goes his own way.

Civilian Details:
Arf

Stats:
Aroo?

Inventory:
Good attitude
Fluff

Equipment:
Coat

>>449563

>>449563

>>449564

>>449564
>>449568
>>449569

>>449592
>>449569

>>449592

>>449568
>>449569
>>449592
>>449595

>>449599

>>449609

>>449610

>>449612

>>449612

>>449717
>>449613
>>449612

Name: Aria Cross

Race: Earth Pony

Age: 30

History: Aria? Well what to say about Aria... Well let's start at the beginning I guess.



Aria didn't come from a wealthy family by any means, in fact she doesn't even know her family, given up for adoption at birth Aria's one of the many children of the modern ages foster care system, and boy did she thrive there. Though never adopted she found a family of her own with the other children in the orphanage, though short and by no mean's a power house when it comes to strength she was the one other kids came to when they were getting bullied. Because by god have you seen little mares when they're angry? They bite. It's scary. Anyway, Aria was quite happy in the orphanage system and like many she came out a fairly well balanced young mare - raised in better conditions than she would have been if she'd been kept by her mother.

It was from here she went to medical school - a gift in a way, an elderly couple had intended to adopt her when she was young. A kindly old pair who would visit her frequently in the orphanage, sadly their health began to fail them and they were in no state to raise her on their own, so they did what they could for her, fronting the bill for her schooling happily as long as the little mare promised to visit them whenever she could. Though she's no prodidgy she passed through medical school and soon found herself a job at New Canterlot's general hospital.

But the pay ain't as great as it used to be, and Aria's firey, and playfully cruel personality grows bored of the same day in day out cycle of 15 hour shifts and nights spent at home drinking whiskey and staring at the TV. She wants excitement...

Civilian details: Aria lives in an apartment in the upper middle class of Canterlot. On her own she doesn't have a particularly active social life thanks to her jobs hours, most of her friends are better called brothers as they're stallions she grew up with in the orphanage, aside from the occassional catch up at a bar with them, she's a rather solitary person. But lately she's been going to dive bar after dive bar in hunt of the excitement the lower end of New Canterlot provides.

Stats:
(+2 Earth Pony)

Grit: 2

Athletics: 2

Stealth: 1

Murder: 3

Acting: 2

Perception: 4

Mechwork: 0

Specialty (First aid and surgery): 4

Adept power: 1

Inventory:

S&W Beesting revolver

Motorcycle helmet

Last edited at Tue, Dec 10th, 2013 22:37

>//Opensystem Criminal Files
>...
>[[Accessing Database]]

>------------------------------------------
>[[Database access granted]]
>...
>//open file: ((Torque))
>...
>[[Accessing File]]
>...
>[[Access Granted - Display]]
>------------------------------------------
>...
>//Birthname: Gear Shift
>...
>//Criminal Alias: Torque
>...
>//Race: Equus Terrestrius (Earth Pony)
>...
>//Sex: Male
>...
>//Age: 25
>...
>//History: Illegitimate son of one Mr. Axel Grinder and one Mrs. Rim Job, Gear Shift was born into the lower
>class. He lived in a small apartment with his father, residential block D, level 43. Reported to have worked
>on cars and other motor vehicles, showing an aptitude early on. Dropped out of school in ninth year.
>Arrested for the first time at age seventeen for street racing. Checked into hospital six months later with
>3rd degree burns. Treated with high grade sub dermal and epidermal augments, along with several synaptic
>and reactionary implants to remedy nerve damage. Arrested for first felony at age eighteen, for
>manslaughter due to reckless driving. Once released, evaded arrest on all sightings since. Has reportedly
>taken the name Torque, and is a rising name in underground racing circuits. Current place of residence
>unknown. Last sighting: on highway 95. Evaded arrest and caused 1.2 million
>credits in damages.
>...
>//Civilian Details: Unknown
>...
>// Suspect Characteristics: Suspect is highly visible, driving a distinctive dual wheeled vehicle. Heavily
>armed and armored. Suspect is equally dangerous on foot. Debriefings of officers involved with the suspect
>indicate that additional undocumented medical procedures have been performed. "Torque" has increased
>strength and stamina compared to most suspects of his race. Increases not congruent with mechanical
>replacements. Endocrine and hormonal stimulant implants suspected. Mr. Gearshift also displays
>remarkable endurance and resilience. Sub dermal implants allow subject to sustain punches, beatings,
>and low caliber projectile wounds without permanent damage. Skin highly resistant to cutting or abrasion.
>...
>//Threat rating: 7.8/10
>...
>//Recommended Actions: Shoot to maim. If suspect resists, Terminate with deadly force.
>------------------------------------------
>...
>//Shutdown System
>…
>[[Logging Off]]

Last edited at Thu, Dec 12th, 2013 19:10

Note, the above criminal record is what I hope for Gear to achieve. It is not what he is.
Barebones stats and story:
Name: Gear Shift, AKA “Torque”

Race: Earth pony

Age: 25

History: Born illegitimate to a mechanic and a whore, he dropped out of high school for senior year and got into street racing. Was severely wounded in cash, father paid for expensive, but legitimate, augments to heal the damage. Went on with street races to make money, until his driving killed a bystander. Arrested, shot at, caught, jailed, let out 5 years later. Immediately got back into racing, but returned cops the same brutality they showed him. Now on most wanted list.

He’s brash, loud, not too bright, and very judgemental. However, he’s incredibly perceptive, unexpectedly charismatic, and generous. He commits crimes not for the money, fame, and power, but for the good fortune, thrill, and people that he meets. He’s likely to take just what he needs for his hobbies from any jobs, and dump the rest into the mail slot of a needy family. He’s a nice guy, unless you’re an authority figure. Police, SWAT, special agents, assassins on the side of the law… If you work for the government and he finds out about it, not only will he not trust you, he’s likely to get physical. He harbors deep grudges against legitimate authority, and will not speak to them at best. At worst, they’ll need new augments… or a tombstone. However, on the other side of his grudge, he finds himself fitting in best with the everyman, making friends even with those he just knocked flat in a barfight.

Horribly inept with programing with any sort, and can only be called graceful when driving a motorcycle. He's very straightforward, to the point, and tough. However, while he's physically intimidating, he's not as experienced in a brawl as others may be.

His after hours activities include:
Illegal street races.
Courier jobs.
Chauffeur for distinguished clients
Spending hours in his garage
Driving the getaway car
Punching good dudes
Punching bad dudes
Drinking
Mares
Stallions?
Friendly get togethers
High speed chases with the feds
High speed chases with anyone that feels like it
Ect.

Civilian Details: His special talent is racing and working on cars and other motor vehicles. If it has a gas-fed engine, he can probably get it to run. Currently, his souped up bike is his favorite means of transportation. He works at a repair shop, one of the last remaining bastions of independently owned, old fashioned family business. Naturally, this means it’s a dive establishment on the fringes of the city, and is barely staying afloat, often needing help doing so. He provides said help with the bundles of illegal cash he makes. All in all, he stays on the down low, only racing with a helmet on and his coat pulled up. The only things that police can identify him with are his fore hooves coat color. Not a lot to go on.

Skills: 20 points, +3 for deficiencies
Grit: 4“I’ve taken more than a few tumbles”
Athletics::3“Think you can run from me?”
Hacking: -1“Ummm… What’s a Jay-Pee-Gee?”...”Torque, that’s a JPEG… nevermind…”
Stealth: -1“Umm… You want me to be quiet… Uh….” *proceeds to cause a large mess.*
Murder:3“Ending lives ain’t so hard. Specially when they aint yours.”
Acting:-1“Wait, pretend to be not me? You calling me a liar?”
Mechwork:3“If I can’t fix it, it isn’t broken”
Perception:3“Your fly is down”
Specialty(Vroomvroom):4“Listen to that baby purr…” (applies to rolls to interact with vehicles that rely on fossil fuels. Either to break, fix, or operate.)
Adept power3“I don’t even know how I just did that…”

Equipment:
(I need to talk with the DM about these. They’re special orders.)

“Gear’s little gal”
-An extremely fast little number, this souped up and cared for low rider is what is giving Torque his name in the racing rings. Capable of nearly 150 mph, it’s not meant for much beyond speed. It doesn’t have much more purpose than that… It might give him a bonus to his swoon roll when attracting mares. In combat, doing the math, it could move as a character with an effective Athletics of 264, accounting for movement speed only… but I think the penalties of going 150 mph on anything but an uncrowded highway are going to be huge. You decide price, I think a fair one is 2000 maybe? I don't know.

“The pony with the iron hoof”
-It took him less than a day to whip up in his garage. It’s a heavy iron horseshoe that he can bash people with. You go ahead and stat it. Probably between knife and shiv.

Non Reinforced motorcycle helmet.
-Sometimes you have to skimp when funds are tight. This helmet hides identity, but isn’t the most structurally sound. Same as balaclava, though it may mitigate damage from headbutts/automobile accidents. Again, I don't know what you think on this.

“Young Skin” subdermal reinforcement
-After his crash and burn, he got this to grow new skin back, and took to it really well. Gear has really tough, thick hide. The best way to describe it would be that it’s a weak organic mix between a shield and armor. Basically, it would have two effects. It’s first would be to negate one point of damage, but give no armor bonus. It lessens all impacts, in essence. The second would be that it effectively raises his grit score by one point, purely for non-combat/non HP rolls. Roll grit to avoid being blinded by tear gas or somesuch. It won’t increase his HP, but it will make him a tad bit tougher target.

I know all the experimental equipment may be unbalanced or not in your view of the game. In that case, my "stock" Inventory would go like this:

Atlas Outfitting Personal Protection Vest
S&W Wasp - For those pesky police

(All these are negotiable. I'm not as stubborn as before. I just figured a vehicle, a weapon, and a helmet were essential for a character like him. The implant is a story element for his own backstory, and is very important to his character. Maybe you could not let him have it starting out, but give it as a reward for the first job? I don’t know. Anyway, this is my entry. Hope you like it. Even more importantly, no hard feelings. My grudge has been gone for a long time, and if we can’t be friends I hope we can be friendly. Here’s hoping for positive feedback, -Blizz)

Last edited at Thu, Dec 12th, 2013 22:06

Almost forgot a picture

>>449972
>>449971

>>449973
How are you doing Canis?

>>449975
Good.

>>449976
So, what have I missed? Reading through the thread, not much by the looks of it. Still the same old antics.

Last edited at Thu, Dec 12th, 2013 20:32

>>449977
Not much. I'm just waiting for the others to read your application.

>>449978
I've noticed. It's all one application, it was just way too long to fit in one of Pchan's posts.

>>449979
I realize. I just want to hear what they think.

>>449980
Quick question, how many popcorn gifs do you have? It's making me crack up. Anyway, thoughts/feelings of your own? It's been a fairly long time since I did a really serious App like 6A's

>>449982
I'm googling a new one every post.

>>449983
Why am I not surprised. Anyway, thanks for the enthusiasm. I think.

>>449984
Don't thank me.

>>449985
I'm afraid to ask why

>>449986
I'm just looking forward to this - let me enjoy myself.

Okay... first of Blizzard.
H.T. Black is running this.
Star Fall is also in this.

You've been notified, warned, cautioned, and advised against it.

>>449990
Your words are well received, but I'm sorta set in this. I hate having grudges and general unfriendly feelings directed at me, or directed at someone else because of, or by me. It leaves a sour taste in my mouth, and shame. I'm going to try and erase old conceptions, wipe the slate clean and start fresh. Thanks for the warning though. I think I can deal with just about anything at the moment.

>>449992
>>449990

>>449992
Hmm.
Then Allow me to be the first yo have a go at this.

Your numbers seem correct.
The gear is likely going to be shot down save the helmet and the horseshoe.
I believe there is an implant already in the game similar to that. Though it may not have been implemented.
Your story is decent.
Good even compared to some of your older characters

All in all, expect to be turn right down.

>>449995
I fully expect to be blown to hell and back. But I'm going to offer a white flag when I do

>>449995
Is that a tad better Night Life?

He's awake.

>>449996
>>450002
Its Viken, and prolly.

But I wouldn't hope to hard.

>>449868
This is also good but you already knew that.

>>449971
Yo Blizz, long time no see, how's the wife and kids.

Alright, after careful observation, I can say that this character sheet definitely checks out, and the custom orders make sense. However, we'll need to talk about it more in earnest for several reasons--chief among those being that I'm actually planning on implementing vehicles properly within the crunchy parts of the game, and I'll need to work the fine details over before I can say I'm really happy with it.

If you could contact me on Skype, I'd like to talk about the item pricing with you; but until then, I'm happy to say this one is pretty good, and I think you'll be joining us in thread before long!

>>450006
Hehe. Glad to see that I'm not as outcast as I thought. Anyway, let me find you on skype... might be a second, hold on.

>>450004
How'd that go for you by the way Canis?

>>450012

>>450007
Alright. As we have discussed, you are approved with the stock gear; but the rest will have to come later, once you've lined your pockets sufficiently.

Bloody hell, its been forever since I last posted here

>>450453
Why hello thar.

Name: Red Sunburst
Race: Earth Pony
Age: 30
History:
She had been beautiful once. Truth be told, the beauty was still there. But it was muddied down. Buried underneath the monster. Tarnished by the large star shaped scar that lingered where her right eye had once been and dimished by the row of wolf like teeth that she had filed into razor sharp points.
A soldier of fortune, she enlisted in the Equestrian special forces. Part of her scheme to build up her public image. A mis calculation that saw her brutally scarred during her deployment. Her beauty tarnished, it forever drove a spike into her psyche and fractured her outlook. The pain she caused started as a neccessity, but soon the atrocities she visited upon her fellow pony earned her the nickname "The Mad Mare.". By the secession wars conclusion she had seen every strip of ponydom ripped from her blackened heart. Her transformation into a monster had been complete.
By the wars end, she found herslef unemployed. An all too common story of the homeless veteran. And so, she turned to two things she knew well. Hedonism and crime. Having a penchant for indulgence, with intimidation and brute force on her side. The world became her stage and she was armed with sadism, a dark sense of humor and a lust for power.
Her story starts after she's just been released from prison. A mere year for petty theft and possession of a controlled substance.

Civilian details:
She'd completely abandoned her upper world image. Having completely thrown herself into the dark seedy underbelly. Every dollar she makes is through some illegal activity or another. Whether she's selling drugs, pony trafficking, collecting intimidation money or even collecting money from brothel ponies.
She lives in the one thing of value she owns. An abandoned building that used to be a comedy/night club called "The Last Laugh". Acquired through questionable means, it was once a den of sin and villainy, but has fallen to disrepair and complete abandonment. Now that she's out of prison, she seeks to restore it to its former glory. To make it the cultural icon of vice and hedonism... her own personal palace of sin.
Stats
Grit: 5
>Rough and tumble, she's no stranger to pain and has been pushed to her limit several times over, and has the scars to prove it.
Athletics: 3
>She maintains her strict military regiment and her muscles are tightly corded.
Stealth: -1
>She's hates quiet.
Murder: 5
>She doesn't just excell at it, she nearly gets off on it.
Acting: 3
>She's a people pony. Solitude and silence are the enemies. Her tough demeanor and monsterous appearance make her quite intimidating as well.
Perception: 4
>Not just brawn, she can be quite sharp when she needs to be.
Meckwork -1
>Let the eggheads riddle this junk out.
Adept Power 0

Equipment
>Peeping Tim Optical Enhancment
>Ouch-ease little helper
>ThunderBolt Munitions Hunting rifle


EDIT: Updated backstory to reflect involvement in the secession war.

Last edited at Sun, Dec 29th, 2013 00:06

>>450461
This...is acceptable.

Welcome to the fold, Operator.

>>450466
Huzzah!

Name: Tungsten
Race: Dragon, wingless
Age: 16

History: He was once part of a very wealthy family. Probably a big name in one of the mega-corps. Once isn't now, though. Years ago, he remembered being dropped off at a bus stop in the Low City, and then never seeing his parents again. Good riddance. Since then, Tungsten's been living off the street, taking what he could to live, and a little extra. He found his love for all things electrical when he found a Spyder Bot he lovingly named Snitch in a dumpster. After restoring Snitch the best he could, the two have been inseparable.

Civilian details: Tungsten's always been carefree. Taking everything in stride, letting nothing bother him. He's always seen with a naive smile on the street. Unless someone decides that messing with Snitch is a good idea. He's very protective of her. His life hasn't changed very much since he found out about Operators. He's still a little nobody, sometimes begging on the street corner, sometimes stealing a little food or a cred-stick. Just the way he likes it.

Grit: 1
Athletics: 2
Stealth: 4
Murder: -1
Acting: 2
Perception: 2
Mechwork: 5
Pickpocket (Specialty): 4
Adept Power: 0

Equipment:
>Custom Order: Spyder Bot

Last edited at Sun, Dec 29th, 2013 11:40

>>450470
After careful and exhaustive scrutiny, I can say that this checks out; and that the final price to make Snitch fully operational in the field will be approximately 5 grand. You should be able to afford her after your first job.

Welcome to the fold, operator.

>>450471
I figured she'd be 5Kc. Grazie for the approval ^_^
Is the main thread live, or are we still working on it?

>>450472
Find enclosed for your consideration:
http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40209750+50.html

>>450475
"The news says she's dangerous, the locals say that she's angry, the authorities say she's an out of control, but everypony agrees that she IS Malice!"

>>450476

>>450475
I think we'll have a little fun right now; I think some people'd call it anarchy.

Welcome to the fold, Operator.

>>450475

Hey Electra

>>450484
I miss you Dan.

Last edited at Mon, Dec 30th, 2013 02:31

Picture coming soon, once I'm back from my dad's and have stable, non-restricted internet.

Details-
Name: Brutus, AKA Tiny
Race: Earth Pony
Age: 29
History: Brutus grew up on the streets, bouncing from one foster home to the next. No family had been able to keep him for more than a year before they'd drop him like a bad habit. He was big, mean, and his temper normally stayed somewhere between apathetic and pissed. At the age of 15, he was taken into a small gang of ponies who were living out of a dilapidated apartment building. They kept him as the muscle. He broke whatever (or whomever) needed to be broken, hauled the heavy things, and intimidated whoever they needed information out of. He picked up a job at the shipping docks to get some legitimate and steady credits.

He's big, not exactly the sharpest knife in the shed, and is known to have a short fuse. His loyalty is to the credits first, and his allies second. Give him a job and a drink, he'll sit there and shoot the shit with you. Piss him off, and you're likely to go through the nearest window or door. He's been in and out of jail to the point where the a few of the guards can recognize his face.

Civilian Details: Brutus works at the shipping docks, normally loading and unloading incoming ships and trains. It's been said that he's smuggled things in and out of Canterlot this way, but nothing's ever been pinned on him. He lives in a run-down, shithole apartment in the Low City. He keeps mostly to himself outside of his job and his night job, but it's not uncommon to see him in some hole in the wall bar, drinking his third glass of rotgut.

Attributes-
Grit: 4
Athletics: 4
Hacking: 0
Stealth: -1
Murder: 4
Acting: 2
Mechwork: 2
Perception: 3
Specialty: 0
Adept Power: 2

Equipment-

Weaponry: (I've got a custom order, I'm not sure how it'd be priced or what the stats would be. It's a set of four steel horseshoes, covered in small points, like a meat tenderizer. If not, then he'll just have a LunaSea SACK (Operator Spec).)
Clothing: Club Lucius Duster, Balaclava
Credits: 0

>>450491

Name: Penny Pinch
Race: Earth Pony
Age: 24
History:
A curmudgeon if ever there was one. A thouroughly unlikeable, but necessary evil. But it's not Pinch's job to be likeable, her sole motus operandi is one thing and one thing only. Profit. Profit. Profit. Not ambitious enough to be a CEO, for Pinch's skill set is far too focused and specialized; she finds her niche as an accountant and resource manager. She has a dragon like tendancy to horde treasures, with little desire to spend any of it. Begrudgingly paying just enough to survive, living as a pauper while her bits collect dust.
It was the perfect name for a thief, "Pinch" it was the family business after all. Her brothers and sisters sporting names such as 'Filch' 'Pilfer' and 'Hustle'. But the youngest of twelve was far too clumsy to inheret the family business. And a clumsy child in a house full of crafty impovershed thieves meant holding onto her own resources was an impossible task. Often leading her without anything and starving save for the rare moments of her parents intervention. It lead to a paranoid personality, one who no matter how much they could acquire it would never ever be enough.
So, when she was old enough she departed Marescrow and made her way to Equestria, the land of opportunity (and credits)
Civilian details:
During the day, she works as a clerk for a legal money lending operation. With little finesse, she evicts and reposesses. She sends the letters and monitors which homes are about to default. However, the paycheck just isn't attractive enough to keep her there for too long.
Stats
Grit: 2
Athletics: 1
Stealth: 3
Murder: 2
Acting: 0
Speciality: Anything involving numbers 5
Perception: 5
Meckwork -1

Adept Power 0


Equipment
Mercury Messaging Comm System

>>450491
This will do. The custom order will take time to acquire. Until then, take the knife.

Welcome to the fold, Operator.

>>450506
Acceptable, but you've only got 19 skill points. May want to add one to something.

>>450534
I shall add a single point into atheltics. Also I'd like to add a shiv as a free item.

>>450535
Acceptable.

Welcome to the fold, Operator.

Birthname: Uplift
Alias: Rightside
Race: Pegasus (Augment-Impaired)
Type: Sturdy
Age: 24

Appearance: The green coats of fur and paint fail to match exactly, a difference of shade eased by their mutual lack of sheen. The border between them begins high at his left jawbone, metal spreading down that side of his neck and widening at the chest. To his left it encompasses the entirety of his ribs and much of his back but stops short of flank, to his right the steel progresses halfway to the other foreleg but narrows again as it runs down his stomach. A leg and a wing have both been claimed by the cause of artificial. The first is defined by a box jutting out at his ankle, the second by long metal feathers with more space between them than functional prosthetics may operate with. His perpetual smile is belied by the bags under his eyes. One hazel orb, though separate from the metal expanse, is upon inspection an imitation not fine enough to fool more than brief eye contact. His organic wing, soft with disuse, is the exception to an otherwise fit but tired body that flinches whenever one of his metal limbs absently touches it.

Background

The Backstory: The Up and Up is a family-run garage in Downtown started by Jetstream and Featherfell, a pair of ex-runners trying to turn a new leaf for their newborn foal. It worked well enough as both a business and an escape from their old life that their cheery bundle of fluff and feathers was able to grow up without knowing of his parents’ disreputable past.

The Formative Years: Uplift got his cutie mark by lifting others' spirits, but took up the family trade as a means of paying the bills. His existence was marked mostly by contentment, with few strains that couldn’t be unwound from with a quiet flight alone.

The Turning Point: Pinned under an engine. Oil fire. Figure it out.

The Aftermath: The flames had eaten past coat and hide, turning much of the musculature on his left side into ruin. His foreleg and chest were as good as useless, the nerves on one side of his neck would never heal properly, his wing mostly charred bone. That he was alive at all was miraculous - and expensive. The hospital gave his family a quote for prosthetic cybernetics within minutes of his arrival. Because the staff knew they weren't wealthy, presented simultaneously was a life support cessation form.
Like any good crooks, they took a third option.

The Solution: The back of a modified van is no real ambulance, and a converted Xtown suite is no real surgery room, but then Hackjob is no real doctor so it worked out to even in her opinion. The years had only made her madder, but their old accomplice asked for no money down.

The Result: Uplift found steel where once flesh had shaped his leg, wing, torso, and eye. It was protested that his eye had been fine, but Hackjob questioned the point of making an unholy fusion of pony and plasteel if you aren’t going to give it a cybernetic eye. The components conferred some benefits, but at a drawback: the augmentation had critically disrupted his pegasus magic. Even with the best prosthetic wing, he would never fly again.
Hackjob grudgingly agreed not to charge for the eye, but as for the rest...

The Premise: Uplift has once again taken up a trade of his parents, adamant that he pay the cost himself. It helped that Hackjob was willing to offer a substantial discount in exchange for the ‘field testing’. A mixture of his talents and her augmentations make him a capable field support runner, though he hopes to leave all this behind as soon as he’s paid off the momentous debt he and his family have accrued.

Crunch

Grit 3 - Being a mechanic makes you tough. Being partially metal helps.
Athletics 3 - Mechwork is not a sedentary career..
Mrd 0 - Uplift has literally never used a gun or knife to hurt someone in his life. That shouldn’t be strange.
Stl 0 - He wasn’t particularly sneaky before steel was bolted onto him.
Per 3 - Most trades require a keen eye.
Hacking 4 - Some modifications were made to his brain, with the side effect that coding is far more intuitive now.
Mechwork 4 - Mostly innate talent, actually.
Anatomy 4 - Remember those brain modifications? They taught him nothing new about medicine or disease, but gave him a firm grasp of where everything is supposed to go and why. By inverse reasoning, he also knows what to break.
Act 0 - Positive? Yes. Persuasive, deceiving, or coercive? No.
Adp -1 - More than flight was taken from him.


Equipment

Club Lucius Duster Jacket: With two folds for his wings to poke through, though on runs he prefers to keep them tucked beneath and hidden with most of his other cybernetics. He neglected to get the ‘please identify me for the newsreel’ cutie mark emblazons. Cost: 500 Bits.

Hackjob’s Helping Hoof: A bulky, impossible-to-hide box attached to his replacement leg holds:

Electric Screwdriver and USB Stick: Hackjob appears to have directly taken these from a Multi-tool. Lawsuits pending,
Soldering/Cauterizing Iron: Useful for fusing wires or closing wounds, is in fact just a quick-heating piece of metal.
Mini-Roto-Saw: “It can cut through wires, hardcover novels, flesh, and whirs ominously!” Unsuitable for combat.
Socket Wrench: A custom inclusion of Hackjob’s with solely pragmatic function. Presumably an oversight on her part.

Cannot be removed without surgery. Cost:2000 Bits

Headsock: Balaclavas being the luxury item that they are, Uplift had to make do with cutting a couple eyeholes in a- what? Don’t ask him why he has a sock. It’s- look, why do you think he has a sock? He has a private life too and no he is not going to talk about it, it’s bad enough he has to wear this thing over his face in public where everyone can see like he’s some sort of pervert just because he can’t find a balaclava for less than the price of body ar- oh, that’s real mature. Yes, thank you. He hadn’t heard that one before. Good job. Cost: 0 bits, and every bit of dignity the GM will thoroughly enjoy stripping from him.

>>451045
Acceptable.

Welcome to the fold, Operator.

Name: Pomegranate "The shadow mare"
Race: Earth-Pony
Age: 20
History:
Pom never had any real friends. Thanks to being different, everypony treated her like she was the scum of Equestria, who didn't even deserve to breathe the same air as them.
Almost every day she left school bruised, and beaten half to death, and all she could do was sit and cry. She wished she would just keel over and die. Then one night a criminal broke into her house.
It was terrifying, this pony had killed hundreds of ponies before. Then she thought about it. If he was here... this was great! Nopony would treat her different!
There were screams as the little filly was picked up and taken, the criminal had taken a liking to the little one and pulled her away. She quickly grew to like the Colt who had taken her as if he was her father, the Coltnapper was the only pony who was her friend.
Growing up, she was taught everything he knew.
One morning, she found out he had died in a fire fight with some police. Enraged, she left the secluded basement, and hunted down the cops which killed her only friend.
Civilian details:
She disappeared into the shadows a long time before hand, everypony assuming she had died the night she had been filly-napped. The alias "shadow mare" was given to her after she killed the cops who killed the colt who took her. Afterwards, she has not shown her face, outside of stealing food from unsuspecting vendors.
Stats
Grit: 3
>Not overly used to pain, can easily be brought down, but she is no stranger to trying.
Athletics: 4
>She is fast from being slightly small, but when it comes to fighting, she is not very good at all, however when it comes to being nimble and able to wrap herself around you and suffocate, she is very good.
Stealth: 5
>Pom was taught by the best, and is master of hiding.
Murder: 3
>She is not very fond of it, but she will if she has too.
Acting: -1
>Pom cant act for the life of her, she tells everypony what she thinks strait up... but only if they can catch her first
Perception: 4
>Being as fast as she is, she needs to be able to catch things out of her eyes
Meckwork -1
>She never got to work with this kind of thing.
Adept Power 0

Equipment
Just the earrings in her ears

Last edited at Mon, Jan 13th, 2014 19:06

>>451078
>probably did this wrong

How often would I have to post in order to join this? I don't have much time on my hands these days >_>

Last edited at Mon, Jan 13th, 2014 17:59

>>451078
First question.

What's a cat-pony? Like, I understand that she's one-of-a-kind, but how was she formed? Is she a mutant? A Genetic experiment? A practical joke born of a cruel god?

>>451078
You did. You only used 17 points. Also with murder one I doubt she could hurt a fly.

>>451084
Moderately often, by my count; it shouldn't require too much time, unless you go out of your way to write a novella with each post.

>>451090
lol thanks for the input
im fixing now

>>451090
fixed

>>451087
its been fixed, and it is just a wierd birth trait

>>451094
So, it's a mutation?

>>451095
Yeah, I guess you could call it that.

>>451096
Yep.

...I'll just get back to lurking now.

>>451091
Ok..I might try it and see how it goes for a few weeks, cause I don't want to start too many rps and have to quit again cause I get busy with work, BUT, I am going to be able to pick a lot of my hours soon, hopefull within the next few weeks. So...would you say being able to get on like once a week be enough for this? Or would you guys want people who are on more frequently than that?

Who are all these people and why are they here?

>>451103
This is a character application thread deary, they're applying their characters. Directly to the forehead.

>>451103

Oh Star Fall.
You should know I'll never leave you.

>>451104
I'm being sarcastic you dunce.

>>451106
You keep disappearing tho ;~;

>>451107

I'm like herpes.
You never know when I'll pop up, but there's no doubt I'm here.

>>451106
>>451103
>Jealousy intensifies

>>451108
Are you trying to tell me you gave me internet herpes?

>>451109
Cry me a river.

>>451107
Aye! Star, how goes it! *sprink*

>>451110
I'll cry you an ocean cause you stole my husbru and refused to even give me any bits for him. How am I supposed to get that damn fridge fixed now?!

>>451115
Try offering 5$ Blowjobs out on the street corner.

>>451111
Not bad, yourself?

>>451116
But I'm an amateur, what if they charge me?

>>451116
goot goot

>>451118
>Being paid money to hire a prostitute.

What kind of dreamy wonderland do YOU live in and why haven't I heard of it before?

>>451119
Yep.

>>451120
My mind, and because if the world really knew what went on in there, they would all kill themselves and I would be Death, Destroyer of worlds.

Last edited at Mon, Jan 13th, 2014 19:57

>>451122
>People would kill themselves if they knew what went on in my mind.

You're adorable... you know that, right?

>>451123
No u

>>451124

I know exactly what I am and it involves being an unlikable cunt.

>>451125
Ah, well then we have something in common at least.

>>451126

Sadly no, you're simply too kawaii to be as hated as me.

>>451100
Once a week...hm. Actually, I think if you've already got that much pressure, you should just pass us by.

>>451094
I see.

Well, now you only spent eighteen points; as an Earth Pony, she'd get twenty. Beyond that, though, I can't find anything particularly objectionable about this.

Does anyone else have any concerns?

>>451129
Oh I wasn't talking about the hate part.

DESPITE ALL MY RAGE I AM STILL JUST A CUNT IN A CAGE

>>451131
The hell are you on about then?

>>451130
ok. If I get more time than I think I'm going to have in the coming month or two, I'll give it a shot. One final question, are travellers...like, more loner characters that come and go, a more possible option? I like playing those types of characters, on top of sometimes it provides a nice convenience if I do need to take a break for an extended time, I can have characters 'take a trip' so to say.

>>451132
I don't know, I just had a redbull. You know how I get with caffeine

>>451135

Goddamnit Girl, get off that stuff already.

>>451136
NEVAAR

>>451137
Mkay then.

Name: 'Smiles' H-T Hooveshkavich
Race: Zebra/Earth Pony mix
Age: Late twenties/early thirties

History:

Born and raised in Marescow by the Birth Name 'Happy Thought' it didn't take long for him to go by 'H-T' instead. He was raised by his single mother, a secretary for an up-and-coming corporation. Unfortunately, it takes a lot of work to earn enough money to survive in Marescow, let alone raise a kid, and more often than not H-T was home. Alone. All day. Every day.

But he never felt alone, far from it. He spent all of his free time playing his VR games and watching television. All but ignored by his mother, and mostly raised by video games and TV actors, it didn't take long for H-T to develop questionable morals. His games taught him it was OK to kill. The movies showed him that crime always payed. And no one was their to tell the poor boy otherwise. But his favorite entertainment was, by far, the spy and military movies and games.

Something about being a secret agent, a killer hero, appealed to his young mind. Of course he probably would have grown up mostly normal none-the-less. Every kid likes action movies, and wants to grow up to be a cowboy or something. However, a very strange and particular set of unfortunate circumstances shook this young colts world. You see, his mother died.

A complete cliché , but there was a catch. He was the one who killed her. Still a cliché I know. But I dare you to tell him that!

One night, when she got home late, he had been convinced she was a robber. Having just watched a movie, he decided it would be best to drop a bowling ball off a two story balcony unto her head.
Needless to say, it was hard for the authorities to call it an accident. Harder yet was deciding what to do with a prepubescent colt who had apparently killed his mother. It was hardest of all for the cleaning worker. Brain is hard to get off of concrete.

H-T had seen enough movies to know that murderers went to prison forever. He wasn't going to let that happen! And so, he ran away from Marescow. A memory that will always stick in his mind is his first night away from home. Shivering under a bus stop, crying, trying desperately to cut his mane with a sharp rock (succeeding only in scratching his scalp bloody). It didn't occur to his young mind to just wear a hat.

But he grew from the experience. He got better at his disguises, and even grew more comfortable with them. Boy or girl, old or young, by the time he was sixteen he could be anyone he wanted to be. Seemed that being androgynous had it's advantages sometimes. Years of sleeping on the street and moving from place to place had toughened his body and kept him in good shape. By seventeen he had stolen an ID and earned enough money to take a turbo-boat across the sea, to better lands. He could be anyone he wanted to be. But he knew exactly what he wanted to be.

It wasn't a week after he landed on shore that he joined the Equestrian Military. After a few years, he even earned a place in one of the most respected special forces squads, a squad destined to be famous for their actions in the secession war. And boy, did H-T love the military. How he passed their psyche tests seems like a mystery, until you realize he could have convinced those unmotivated army psychologists that he was a purple Hippogriff named Celestia 2.

War made an already sharp knife sharper. With little to no moral standing, killing by order didn't phase H-T. He had nerves of steel, and never got nervous under pressure. His only weakness was when he was ordered to wait. He hated waiting, it reminded him of commercials on TV. He just wanted to get to the good part!

His specialty was infiltration. He once earned a medal for seducing and then killing an enemy officer, proceeding to impersonate the officer and send an entire enemy squad into a trap. He then seduced his OWN commanding officer, just for kicks. His disguise ability borders on frightening.

Fellow squad-mates gave him the nick-name 'Smiles' due to the fact he always had a very slight but visible grin on his face, like he was in on some grand joke no one else could hear or understand. Then again, no one in his squad was exactly normal. They had the Mad Mare on their side after all!

To him, war was a game. Life was a game. He wasn't a mad dog killer, far from it---killing to him held little more moral weight than pressing a button, or, in his case, pulling a trigger. It was just harmless fun in his mind. He was the star of his own action movie! Boom! Blamo! Wappow! Headshot! MULTIKILL! Sadly, no movie lasts forever.

Like most soldiers in the war, he found himself booted to the street after the war without so much as a 'thank you'. It didn't take him long to fall into bad company.

Feeling right at home with one of his old squad-mates, it didn't take much convincing for Smiles to join Burst in her criminal ways. Of course it didn't take her long to get thrown in the slammer for petty theft.The rest of her 'gang' dispersed immediately. Being the only one who had served with her in the war, he had a tad bit more loyalty. Sadly, that loyalty was offset by heavy drinking, as he totally forgot about her release date.Drunk in an ally somewhere, probably vomiting on his own hooves, he awaits Burst's release without realizing she was already a free mare. But drunk or not, you couldn't delay destiny forever.

It was time for this movie's sequel to begin.
And it was going to be a blockbuster.

Civilian Details: A petty criminal, he is mostly unemployed. Without Bursts direction he was left unsure with what to do beyond 'exist', so that's what he's been doing. Sailing from bar to bar, leaving unpaid tabs, and sleeping anywhere warm. At the moment he has found it easier to survive under the guise of a young homeless mare. 'She' gets a warm meal and a bed every night thanks to his rehearsed sob story. Of course kind ponies are hard to find, but not every pony in the city was totally heartless. Some ponies 'she' would stay with for weeks, others for only hours.

Skills: 22 points.

Grit: 3
"I've been shot more than once."
Athletics: 3
"A few of our squad thought running was for cowards. They don't think much of anything anymore."
Hacking: -1
"Don't worry, I saw this in a movie. The password is 'password!'"
Stealth: 0
"Real Hero's don't sneak around."
Murder: 4
"Have you seen Rambo?"
Acting: 5
"But I am a kawaii schoolgirl!"
MechWork: -1
"What's an 'engine'?"
Adept Power: 0
"LEEEROOOY JEEENKKIIIINS"
Perception: 5
"How can I become someone else without knowing them better than themselves?"
Speciality: 0
"I'm super special."

Equipment:
-$2500 cash, for hiring employees. Why buy a gun when you can hire a gunman?

Augments:
Smiles doesn't believe in augments. He's a purist, in some sense. He's seen enough movies to know putting robots in your body is a bad idea. Uh, Skynet?The Borg? HELLO!?