As an avid fan of MLP:FiM, I have had an OC or two up my sleeve singularly for the sake of having one! However, now is a good time to blow the metaphoric dust off those poor dears and - with plenty luck - turn them into real ponies! Or... well... not-so-real phonies.
Minor details aside, here's to a hopefully successful quest! I'll be keeping a tab on my current savings for future auctions and bribing slots, but primarily will be participating in rp events in hopes to bring these babies to life!
Interests: Movies (I'm always hunting for another great film to watch, if you have a suggestion or me I am all ears) - Online Webcomics (Homestuck, Monsterkind, and Sakana to name a few) - Series (Doctor Who is a current favorite) - Cartoons (MLP:FiM, Motorcity, TMNT, and a very select few animes) - BLOGGING (God help me Tumblr)
Body Brown - Her two hind legs and her right front leg end with a cream colored sock - She has a mark down her forehead and to her snout of the same cream color.
Eyes: A goldish-orange color.
Hair: Chestnut to Auburn. There are a few strands of a lighter color, like highlights.
Cutie Mark 8D: One very vivid orange leaf, representing autumn.
Brief Character Description: Linger Leaves is inevitably tied to the coming of Fall. She is a wandering pony, allowing not the binds of a home to tie her. Linger has found her calling in the spirit of autumn; the moist earth, the golden trees, the heavy scent of oak, the soft brush of incoming winter winds. Having become smitten for it, this earth mare gave away her right to a house and instead made the season her home. She runs wherever the breeze may take her beloved Fall. As such, Linger has never been able to maintain a family, nor does she nurture a great interest in it. So far has she sunk into her talent that she has forgotten how to live on without it. This attempt to remain forever immersed in a fixed moment in time has deviated her from common sense, producing a pony with a rather bizarre form of Peter Pan Syndrome. Though she is now blind to some aspects of life, Linger still enjoys the company of others. Faithful to her friends and ever willing to lend a hoof or a word, Linger is surprisingly sensible in regards to interacting with others. She can offer stunningly good advice despite her unusual lifestyle, all on account of the many people and customs she's met in her time spent travelling. Linger likes to keep an open mind to all people and all things, quite often attempting to delve into whatever is introduced to her. That is equally a good thing as it is a bad given she doesn't measure consequences before taking action. Countless times has this mare taken a bite bigger than she can chew and still the lesson doesn't stick. Despite all the people she's met and befriended, she has never once stayed back to experience the bitterness of winter and the following warmth of spring and summer. Always will she leave with only a promise of her return.
Brief Character Description: Stronghold is the revival of one of Anna's most beloved characters in the shape of a pony. Initially a character created for a 9 roleplaying board, he has carried on so much heart and become so precious that she couldn't simply part with him after the untimely end. Retaining his appearance and personality, Stronghold became a stunningly stoic and intimidating pony. Though rarely smiling (and when he does, it is a discreet change), Stronghold is stunningly caring and gentle despite his immense size. As the name indicates, he is protective of those around him, built to shield rather than to damage. He may easily stop a fight before it gets out of hand, ever overlooking his surroundings to maintain serenity. Stronghold is a pony of very few words, choosing usually to express himself by how he acts. He prefers the company of children, however has no qualms nor distaste against anyone. It is not unlikely for him to internalize his own issues; his silence at times being far more than thoughtful. Following his namesake, Stronghold is destined to protect others and serve as haven to those who might need one. That means being strong at all times, an impossible task which he stubbornly insists on at all times.
Notes: Stronghold wears copper gauntlets on his front legs which protects his shoulder (reffer to the main image on this post). His markings are symmetrical in both sides of his body. He also has a copper protector(?) around his tail.
Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 8:41 pm
~.:Concepts for Potential Customs:.~
There are countless ponies that I end up thinking off on an irregular basis. Be it doodling or while listening to a song, they're just such very colorful and interesting characters that it's easy to come up with multiple concepts for them. Here I'll post a few of my favorite concepts and possible WIPs. These might become full fledged custom quests, however more often than not they're just gonna linger here for viewing pleasure.
Search Light
==> Name: Search Light ==> Gender: Female ==> Species: Unicorn ==> Colors: =>Body: A minty shade of green. (Aproximately #9de693) =>Mane: A dark shade of grey with a single darker mint strand on her bangs. (Aproximately #363a35 and #71c066.) =>Eyes: A startingly vivid shade of green. (Aproximately #007c20) =>Other: N/A ==> Cutie Mark A turned on flashlight. (Ref coming soon) ==> Inspiration: =>Theme Song: N/A =>Concept Story: N/A =>Talent: Finding things or people that have been lost. These things can be concrete or abstract. For instance; a person may have lost their inspiration or will to fight. Search Light will then help retrieve that lost sentiment.
Shines Brighter
==> Name: Shines Brighter ==> Gender: Female ==> Species: Unicorn ==> Colors: =>Body: Dark navy to purple, very vibrant. (Aproximately #00064f) =>Mane: Silvery white, very short cut mane. (Aproximately #e1e3ff) =>Eyes: Intensely vivid cyan to blue. (Aproximately #0084ff) =>Other: N/A ==> Cutie Mark Blazing Star. (Ref coming soon) ==> Inspiration: =>Theme Song:DJ Earworm - United State of Pop 2012 (Shines Brighter) =>Concept Story: N/A =>Talent:N/A
==> Name: The Wolf ==> Gender: Male ==> Species: Earth ==> Colors: =>Body: Entirely black. So very black that it's very difficult to tell the movement of his fur and body. (Aproximately #0b0b0b) =>Mane: Just as dark as his body. Wild and short, imitating the tufts of fur that grow along a wolf's scruff. Nigh indistinguishable from his body. (Aproximately #0b0b0b) =>Eyes: A very bright and dangerous gold color. Sharp pupils, reflecting off light when in the dark. They react similarly to a cat's eye in the dark, reflecting an eerie light when they look your way. (Aproximately #d4b900) =>Other: Wickedly large smile, unnaturally so. Most of his teeth have been sharpened somehow and they occasionally hurt his gums. They are rather yellowed on account of his new diet. ==> Cutie Mark: Full moon and thin clouds. ==> Inspiration: =>Theme Song:Lady Gaga - Monster =>Concept Story:
=> I plead that those weak of heart stray from this tale. It is one of wicked truth and unfortunate unfairness, for the world can be as magical as it can be cruel. The stronger the light we shed on this world, the darker the shadows within it will become.
=> And some shadows, my dear, are so frightfully dark...
=> A long time ago there once was a loving little alicorn which was dear to all those that surrounded her. Gentle and young, her innocence was as a blessing to the hearts of young and old alike. There was not a person she didn't trust, honestly believing in the greater good living within every pony. Her gentle trust did change many mischievous souls, these so very touched by her willingness to believe in them. The young little filly would surely grow to be a kind princess to her land.
=> The villagers of her homeland gifted her with a gorgeous red hood; so long that it dragged behind her like a bride's gown when she walked and yet lifted gracefully in the wind whenever she flew. A gift to keep her warm and protected in the unforgiving cold weather of winter.
=>However, their reality was not as merciful. For many years their lambs had been disappearing, leaving in their wake only a mass of torn off wool and blood. Believing their livestock was plagued by a pack of rogue wolves, the villagers often times organized search parties to locate and hopefully drive away the wild beasts.
=>What they found was so far beyond their imagination.
=>The wolves had already been chased away, replaced by a larger and crueler predator. Twisted and wicked, an insane stallion had been feeding off the many sheep of the village. His teeth had been sharpened, his hooves covered in muck and now stained, but more eerie yet was his hunger which now seemed to encompass much larger prey than singularly sheep.
=>They hadn't been ready for when he lunged, so startled and struck by disbelief. The mad horse claimed one of the villagers that night whilst the others fled back. The story spread, mothers and fathers now terrified to allow their children anywhere near the woods. Fear assailed the air of their quiet homes. The young little alicorn watched with an aching heart as her family and friends hid themselves behind thick wood walls, whispering and shivering cautions against The Wolf. There in, with her boundless courage and the innocent belief that there is good in every heart, she set forth into the woods.
=>Deep within the dark enclosure of trees and oaks she did find him; the large and predatory stallion who - for some reason - had strayed so far from his original course. However, in his presence, her voice did fail her. For whatever reason, her mouth felt dry and her throat scratched slightly. She couldn't blink, though neither could she keep her eyes wide open. There she stood, small and fragile and beautifully displayed by what rare remainders of moonlight did stray past the thick canopy of leaves.
=>The wicked wolf smiled. "Miss-" He began. "You look good enough to eat."
=>She was never seen since then. She didn't return by the morning, nor the day after, nor the week or month that followed. Hopeless and in mourning, the villagers left the land that they once nurtured.
=>Legend tells that when you fell an alicorn, you are gifted with an unbelievable longevity at the cost of your sanity. To this day one can see the shadow of a large, violent pony, trampling through the roots and muddy earth of his newly claimed territory. At times, to the most daring with sharpest eyes, you might catch a hint of red; the tattered remains of a lovely little cape which he wears now as a brilliant trophy. He runs with a grin, malice and madness spreading in his poisonous smile
=>She'd been so sweet a pony and her little racing hard the most tender morsel he'd ever taste.
=>Talent: It is hard to say what his talent is for certain, however somewhere along the line he became wicked. Some say that having witnessed a pack of wild wolves attack inspired in him an unnatural madness. Others say that he himself had been attacked and - tired of being frightful for his life - became a savage himself. All that is truly known is that he's old. Enough to be a spirit and a legend like the monsters which loving mare's warn their little foals about. He's old... and he hunts oh so very well.
