Dubstep

Popping his head back in for a moment, Dubstep grabbed his neon green pair of shuttershades and slipped them on before stepping out from his tent with a smile, "So what brings you to my little corner of Ponyville eh?" he asked as he brushed his mane out of his face, "Or do you live nearby and I just don't know it? I still haven't gotten the layout of this place figured out...took me forever to find the post office the other day...and then took forever to find my way back here heheh." Dub's sense of direction, well not to say it was horrible, but when you need a map of your hometown to not get lost, it's pretty bad.

Dark sputtered and flailed as he was coated with the flour, "Gah pfff ack! Blast it all bluh!" he stated as he was drug along by the persistent pink pest, "I didn't sneak my way in to taste test your sickeningly sweet slurries I GAH!" the villain was rambling before bouncing blue blob shot out of a pan and began bolting across the room; covering his head with his hooves to avoid getting a face full of stuff he meeped when it slammed next to his head before it wooshed out the window, "Gah...So much for what I thought would be an easy day..." he mumbled to himself Dark Core laid on the floor watching as his captor messed around with her various concoctions with a disdainful look on his face, who was she to tie him up and then try to force him to ingest Luna knows what kinds of failed flavours of frivolous treats, "MY preference would be for you to let me go, you....you....BAH I can't think of any alliterations!" he said with a scowl before blowing a raspberry at the other pony when his villainous diatribe failed.

"Heheh, well I'd say that your show there adds a nice flare hmm? But if we're stealing the show we may as well go for the whole thing." Dark said returning the look before his horn started to glow white, causing different coloured shield to form in the air, black and blue and orange, all different colours spun around through the air before he caused them to shatter like magical glass; their shards fell around the flames, causing them to dramatically reflect and refract the light across the ballroom, "How's that hmm?" he asked with a grin as he continued.

"The red would have done fine as well if you went for the redwood or cherry wood like I suggested...." Ignus remarked, even though he knew it would get dismissed to, he was used to it by now, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't TRY to get some sense into her. "Hey! I work hard to get these 'munchies', if you want to take the time to head out and sniff down gems, be my guest. Tell you right now it's not as easy I make it look~" he retorted in a singsong voice, if there was one thing Ignus knew, it was how to sniff out a good snack, and he wasn't about to let a tasty treat like this slip from his claws. "No one noti...That thing is bigger than me! And probably cost more too! We've been open a whole, what 15 minuets at the most, give them time. Remember what they say, 'If you build it they will pay'...or something like that, I could be paraphrasing." Ignus said taking a bite out of the emerald Royal had her eyes set on.

[ Pony Related Character ] Name: Riven Poultice Sex: Female Age: Mare (25) Species: Earth Pony Pelt Color: Electric Green (#00FF00) Mane/Tail Color & Style: Forest Green (#014421) with the mane kept in a braid and the tail kept mid-length Eye Color: Outer Space (#414A4C) Cutie Mark: A Poultice satchel with a snare trap around it. Physique: Fit Residence: Currently Roughing It In Whitetail Woods Occupation: Mare for hire; Former poison and traps supplier Motivation: To live day by day, though lately, thoughts of rebuilding her 'Empire of Poison' has come to mind, as have reversing the knowledge to make antidotes to redeem herself. Likes: Pranking, Poisons, Traps, Camping, Hunting Dislikes: Authority, The Royal Guard, Hoofington, Damaging Nature Character Summary: Riven was born to a young couple in the woods far on the outskirts of Ponyville; a simple family that lived off nature and respected it, even when they hunted; and while they were loving and everything, they weren't the brightest and often too gullible. Riven herself was a rambunctious child, always running here and there, getting into trouble one way or another, be it a simple joy buzzer, a net trap or a pitfall, and even then, to get out of trouble with her parents, all she had to do is simply say, 'It wasn't me.' or 'They were like that when I got here.' and they were none the wiser. As she grew, she showed more and more interest in perfecting her traps, but also in her family's profession, Herbalism, but not for the healing tinctures, oh no, the exact opposite, little Riven was enamoured by the hundreds of poisons and venoms that could be made. One day, while hunting in the woods with her family, Riven decided to test her new snare trap, it had tiny barbs on it doused in a paralytic poison. After placing the bait, she laid in wait, for what seemed like hours, but finally, Riven heard the tell tale squeak of a trapped rabbit! With a big grin on her face, she carried her bounty back to her family, just as her cutie mark finally appeared, a poultice satchel, surrounded by a snare trap. A few years down the road, Riven grew bored of just simply useing her poisons to trap game, and thought, 'Hey, I bet I could make a killing sellin this stuff to ponies!', and set off on her way to town to sell her poisons as pesticides. While she did make a decent amount of bits, it wasn't near as much as she expected; feeling rather defeated, she started on her way back home; when suddenly, she was stopped by a mysterious pony in an a dark trench coat. The stallion stated he was willing to buy all of Riven's stock of poison, and for DOUBLE what she was asking, so long as she didn't ask any questions. She agreed wholeheartedly. With a spring in her step, she headed back home and put away her money and continued her daily jaunt into town to sell her wears; and just as before, the mysterious pony would show up to buy the rest. Soon enough, she found out, the stallion was buying the poisons for a series of heists in the area. Without a second thought Riven decided, 'Hey, if he's making this much money from a small town like Ponyville....what could I get in somewhere like Hoofington?', and with that, she left home and started her path towards becoming one of the best poison merchants in Equestria. Later still, Riven was SET, Hoofington made for such an easy target; there were little witnesses when she'd trap someone, and those who did see, were too scared to say anything for fear of being poisoned. With her Grand Empire of Poison's foundation set before her, Riven grew complacent, and also, grew less careful by the day. One day though it all came crashing down. Her Empire had caught the attention of not only bounty hunters, but the Royal Knights as well. As fate would have it, a female bounty hunter by the name of Angelcake and a Royal Knight by the name of SIr Knightly, finally caught the Empress of Poison in her own domain, The Hoofington Bar. At her sentencing in Canterlot, there was little pleading she could do, she found it quite ironic, how, long ago, she could just say 'It wasn't me.' and get off scot free, but now, it was too far gone. At the bang of the gavel, Riven was sentenced to ten years in prison. Three years later. Three years can really change a pony in a place like the Canterlot Prison, Riven is no exception; given time to think on her crimes and the troubles she caused to the nation, she soon became the prison's nicest and most reformed inmate. The warden saw this too, and, within a few weeks, had Riven pardoned on good behaviour. Now, Riven is a free mare once more, but without a real home to go to anymore, there was little she could do but take a tent and set up in Whitetail Woods. Her old profession was too risky to take back up, so instead, she became a simple mare for hire, doing odd jobs here and there for ponies in town, everything from bucking apples to moving sofas. Life was good. But in her mind, there's still nagging thoughts, begging her to get the kind of money she used to have or to get revenge on the ones who stuck her in that prison to begin with. Only time will tell what Riven will do with her life, but for now, her life is simple. Personality wise, Riven is a hard working, determined individual when she sets her mind to it. When she's not working she can often be seen relaxing in her tent in the Whitetail Woods or making potions and tinctures out of the herbs that grow there. Around her friends, or rather, the few associates she used to have, she is a rather happy and nice pony; but when angered, she has a tendency to flip out on whoever happens to be closest. Poison Joke Reaction: Become shaky and unable to mix potions or set traps correctly. Text Colour: Electric Green (#00FF00) Art by Cheese Canan

Dubstep couldn't help but chuckle, a hobo? Though from the way he lived in a tent and chilled most of the time, ponies would probably think that, "Hahah, no not quite a hobo, though I sorta am I guess eh? And no significant other heh. Naw, I'm a musician; I just got to town like, the other day or so, and been crashing in my tent here." he said with a smile, nodding into his tent where one could see various instruments and stacks of sheet music and records strew about the inside of the rather large tent, "Oh snap, 'bout forgot to introduce myself, the name's Dubstep, or Dub for short; it's groovy to meet you!"

Happy Birthday yo!

Dark hung their in the window, somewhat patiently, as the filly walked around him, scouting out the situation at hoof, "Right right, sorry...I'm not worried about bullies since I wasn't sneaking out..." the colt confessed as he felt a grab at the base of his tail; bracing himself as the girl said, Dark was soon yanked out from his windowy prison and sent toppling onto, what he expected to be the hard ground, but instead it was rather soft; looking down he saw what he had landed on and quickly jumped off, "Oh jeez! Hey are you okay? I'm so sorry!" he stated as he helped his rescuer up and dusted her off, "I, uhm...sorry heh...Thanks for the save though; you alright?"

Dubstep lay slumbering in his bright orange tent, now most campers would want a tent that blends in to the surroundings, but when you can get as easily lost as Dub, it pays to be able to spot the tent from a mile away. As he slept though he didn't hear anypony coming until they 'knocked'; waking up Dub poked his head out of the entrance only to be greeted by a blue pony with a curly mane, "Oh hey, good mornin there, sup?" the DJ asked, rubbing the sleep out of his dual coloured eyes.

"Can't ever give up hope though brah." Dubstep said to Knightly, placing a friendly hoof on his shoulder, "Love takes time you know? Can't rush it or you may end up having it pass you by, know what I mean?" he stated to his friend; not that Dub was really a love guru, heck he'd never been in a relationship to tell the truth, but it never stopped him from trying to cheer a friend up. As Dubstep smiled and politely nodded to a charmingly dressed pegasus who passed by with a giggle, his ears pricked up when he heard a familiar voice calling out his name. Turning around the DJ was greeted with a hug by his younger brother, Nightshade, "Nighty! Dude how've you been eh?" he asked, returning the hug with a smile, "Missed you too little bro; oh, where's my head at heh; Knightly, this is my little brother Nightshade! Nighty, this is Knightly, he showed me around Ponyville when I first got here. Dude, man it's really groovy seeing you how are..." Dubstep was saying until was stopped mid sentence...he heard...shutters and the sound of a crowd gathering, "Hold that thought." Dub said as he walked towards the source; sure enough it was just as he thought, the pop princess herself was here, signing autographs, but something was off, she looked listless from all the hubbub going on, "Hmm, I'll never get anywhere without taking a few chances..." the DJ said to himself as he moved closer into the autograph line, though his thoughts were far and away from making her sign more. As the line went on, Dub's turn finally came around, with a smile he spoke to Neon, "Hey Neon, remember me?" he asked with a smile while saying a silent prayer that she did, though there wasn't much reason for her to remember some B-List DJ that lived in a tent in Ponyville.

I'm a little late to the party but happy birthday just the same =D

It's Leviathan split in half, Levi-Athan(Athian), split like his mind =3

Ahh, well, they're not really meant to be very ponyish, he named them himself after the legendary beast Leviathan, albeit a bit stylized of course (Athian instead of just Athan)

[ Pony Related Character ] Name: Mesmeric (Legerdemain and Athame) Nicknames: Mes, Eric, Hydra(Teasingly) Sex: Male Age: Stallion (29) Species: Unicorn Pelt Color: Electric Crimson (#FF003F) Mane/Tail Color & Style: Psychedelic Purple (#DF00FF) Mesmeric: Slick and long parted in the middle Legerdemain: Combed back and wavy Athame: Frizzy and unkempt Eye Color: Mesmeric: Goldenrod (#DAA520), Legerdemain Glamour: Deep Periwinkle (#724AE3), Athame Glamour: Tyrian Purple (#66023C) Cutie Mark: A Swinging Hypnotist's Pendulum Physique: Thin and Tall Residence: Fillydelphia Occupation: Retired Hypnotist Motivation: Mesmeric: To find a way to fix the broken pieces of his shattered mind. Legerdemain: To help Mesmeric, at the very least, rid himself of Athame's bad influence. Athame: To preserve his own existence inside the mind of Mesmeric. Likes: Mesmeric: A good book, apple cider tea, hypnosis, meditation, moonlight Legerdemain: Moonlight, justice, apple cider tea, seeing his friends and Mesmeric smile Athame: Moonlight, loud music, causing trouble, pranking with hypnosis Dislikes: Mesmeric: Misuse of magic, ponies being afraid of him, causing trouble Levi: Causing trouble, cruel pranks, unneeded fighting Athian: Apple cider tea, reading, listening to Mes or Legie Character Summary: "Listen friends and I will tell you, the story of a hypnotist who broke his mind with a STUPID trick." The story of Mesmeric begins as near any other, he was a happy go lucky unicorn foal who loved nothing more than to play with his toys, his favourite, however, was his yo-yo; for hours on end Mes would play with his yo-yo, practicing new trick and such; when one day, while practicing one particular trick for his friends, he noticed one of them slipped into a deep trance, the friend followed the swinging yo-yo to and fro, never once taking his eyes off of it; while at first it worried Mesmeric, he thought back to a show his parents took him to one year, where a pony in a tuxedo and a top hat swung a coin on a string to make a volunteer fall into a slumber and then gave them orders, to which they followed to a T. Smirking playfully, he commanded his friend to do silly things like, act like a dog, or hop on one leg, before letting him go. It was at that moment the young Mesmeric gained his cutie mark and cemented his future as a grand hypnotist. Many years down the line, 10 to be precise, our young Mesmeric, bright eyed and full of confidence, took stage for the very first time. It was a wondrous evening for the lad, his friends and family were all there for support. As any hypnotist does, he began his routine with several other magic tricks before calling up his first volunteer, a young and pretty filly, near his age, with whom he was instantly smitten; she was as brilliant as the lights that headlined his act and as charming as anypony could ever hope to be. Long after the show had ended, he came to the lass, and asked if perchance she'd be interested in meeting again sometime, over dinner, as fate would have it; with a smile as soothing as the morning dew, she said yes...and so began many a happy year for the boy hypnotist. BUT! As fate would ALSO have it! Not all good things last forever! Far far from it. For you see, 9 more years along, Mes here once more headlines a great show, the crowd was cheering and his fiancee was right there with him as his lovely assistant. The crowd was hushed, and the light were dimmed, Mesmeric was about to attempt a hypnotist's trick that had never before been attempted...He was going to swap the personalities of two of his volunteers and then swap them back. As his horn glowed with magic energy, something...was amiss....the others heads should be glowing....what was wrong? When suddenly, with the crash of a thousand lightning bolts...Mesmeric was out like a light. A few weeks later, our Mes woke up in a hospital, his lovely fiancee once more at his side; she said the spell hadn't worked right and the magic struck him down violently; but little did she know at the time, it was at a great cost at which he survived...For having such wild magic flow through his mind, it caused a chasm, a rift if you will, setting loose what you would call, his conscience, into control of their own. At first it was just the voices in his head, but as time went on, he began doing things he had no control of, or waking up in places he hadn't been before....It wasn't long before his love...with whom he had thought he'd spend his entire life with...left....without so much as a goodbye, only a note saying 'I hope you three will work yourselves out.'...and it was at that moment Legerdemain and Athame first spoke directly to Mesmeric. Now, this year, a pony with a shattered mind wanders his lonely home, wondering if there is even a way to return his mind to what it once was...while Legerdemain, his angel, thinks to help him and bring him good fortune...while Athame, his devil, thinks only for himself and aims to be the dominate one in this odd three's company mindset. Will he find friends to help him? Or will he be alone in his quest to bring back the shattered pieces of his mind? Only time will tell. Poison Joke Reaction: Grows two more heads, allowing Legerdemain and Athame to speak without control of the body. Font Colour: Mesmeric: (#DAA520), Legerdemain: (#724AE3), Athame: (#66023C) The Three In Agreement: (#006B3C) Art by Cheese Canan

"Yeah, and they get really mad if you hunt their pet heh...I learned that long ago." Ignus said with a chuckle as he remembered hunting someone's cat quite some time ago, it was some stuck up's cat and he was near starving, thankfully someone gave him a new job and some food on the same day or he would have been eating cat kabobs that night. As he and the younger dragon chit chatted a bit, Ignus caught a glimpse of a cute mare out of the corner of his eye, turning to look, he couldn't help but blush a little bit when she smiled and waved at him; grinning a little, Ignus returned the wave as he thought to himself, 'Wow, now she's cute...wonder if she's spoken for heheh.'

"I practiced for years back home, once you learn, tis hard to forget my dear~" Dark said with a smile, never once dropping his gentlecoltly persona or his partner; though there were a couple of close calls as she tossed herself to and fro, only he would have noticed hopefully. Dark was amazed to her Malediction actually laugh which, in turn, made the young villain smile even more, never before had he actually enjoyed dancing with somepony, let alone in such a crowd; but as the spotlight aimed at the duo, he ignored all the nagging in the back of his head that was telling him, 'This is silly, go do something evil' or 'Heh hey let her drop', and focused on nothing but the dance at hoof.

Dark struggled a little more as he heard a filly's voice ring out to him, "A door...A DOOR! What a novel idea, yes, and get caught by the various ponies I'm trying to avoid? No thanks....and yes, a little help would be very much appreciated." he stated to the filly as she smirked at his predicament, "Well? Don't just stand there snickering! Get me outta here!....Gah...sorry, I didn't mean to be snippy; please get me outta here? I'm getting light headed from the lack of blood flow heh." the villain said with an apologetic expression on his face as he fell limp; though in the angle he was in the window, he couldn't see the pony talking to him.

Heya Dessy, welcome to the site, be sure to double check the rules and such, once you get 5 post count you'll be able to post outside of the Intro forums =3

"GAH! NO! GET OFF OF ME, YOU PATHETIC PINK PUFFBALL!" Dark shouted out as he flailed about from the sudden attack; doing his best to not be captured, the villain tried to roll away from the perpetrator of the perilously planed prehend; as they flailed about in a hurricane of black, red and pink, Dark Core thought he had gotten the upper hoof of the battle, but after a few moments of 'combat', he wound up with his fore and hind hooves tied up as he laid on his back. "Bah! Let me go you confounded carrier of cruddy confections! You will rue the day you dared to tie the dread master of all things sinister up like a common farm animal!" he shouted out as he tried to hop away on his back, and failing miserably, "Lemme go lemme go LEMME GO!"

Dark followed Mal past the crowds; he was thankfully used to large gatherings of ponies, due to being taken to so many weddings back home, thought it was a little different this time because he actually wanted to be here. Waiting patiently as his partner walked over to the musicians Dark pondered to himself, was she actually having fun or just doing this to blend in? Though it didn't matter much to him, not like at the end of the night she'd remember him anyway. As she returned and pulled him along to the center of the dance floor, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, "Wait, huh? Different as how...Queues?" he asked before she took her position as the music started...A tango, his favourite, it was so much more upbeat and intimate than other dances...not that he cared for such silly things like that, though as they danced on Dark couldn't help but grin, following her queues was as simple as pie, as this dance was his domain; obviously though, she was as good as he was, which made him smile even more as he felt the eyes of ponies in awe rushing over them.

Dark slowly opened the door to his hiding spot to peer out at what was going on, hoping to catch a glimpse of what went into that stuff to make the flames shoot up like that, with something like that, taking over would be a cinch, "Hmm what's making it glow blue like that?...BAH! I can't see a blasted thing from this cabinet I should GHK!" he said as he was about to get out to try to find a better vantage point, but stopped when he heard a voice calling into the kitchen from back at the main counter, "Ahh, a distraction! Now's my chance!" Dark stated as he began to expertly slink out of his hiding spot with the deft and sleek movements of an expert cat burglar....in other words some pans got caught on his cape, he tripped out and landed face first with a thud crash bang, ".....Dang und blast..."

Character name: Ignus Description/profile link: Iggy's Profile Activity depicted: Dealing Cards Loved the one I requested for my buddy, and I thought since Iggy here needed art I may as well throw him down on the to do list =3

Dark Core was looking dashingly debonaire as he skulked about the Castle gardens, the place where animals of all kinds congregated en mass; his black dyed pelt blended in rather well with the night time surroundings, though of course his pure white mask stood out, but if he kept moving, it wasn't noticeable. As he happened along through the garden, a sight caught his eyes, it wasn't a bird of amazing beauty nor was it a buzzard that buzzed, no, twas a small pegasus sitting sketching a kangaroo, "Oh ho? A chance to cause a little mischief! I can't pass up a golden opportunity such as this!" he exclaimed as he pulled out his nefarious, sinister, terrifying, horrifying...SLINGSHOT! Taking aim with his weapon of choice, the villainous colt grabbed up a small pebble and pulled back on it, sending the little rock hurtling towards and smacking the kangaroo on its side

The School, Latin, Educateus Imprisonateus, or something like that, either way our megalomaniac master of mischief, Dark Core, was not a fan at all; yet still, every day after school was closed, he would slink his way from tree to tree and bush to bush to snatch a book or two to whisk them away back to his lair at the bog; it wasn't that he didn't like to know or learn things, just the fact that schools held bad memories for him due to the harsh teasing back in Stalliongrad. Ever closer Dark Core skulked until reaching an open window, "Muwehehehehe, the foals NEVER close THIS window, it's almost as if they WANT me taking their books and supplies heh." he said with a smug grin as he started to climb in the window, "Like taking candy from a WAHAGH! OW!" the villain exclaimed as the window slammed shut around his midsection, "GAH AND BLAST! I'M STUCK!" he shouted as he tried to loosen it with magic, but it didn't budge, "Blast blast blast blast! I'm gonna be stuck here all bloody night..." Dark flailed around in the window, thinking MAYBE someone will come and help him; but with his reputation as a villain, it was doubtful.

"Not-sc...Oh! My tuxedo? Clothes, yeah, I don't normally wear this, but on special occasions I like to dig it out of my closet and slip it on, it makes a good contrast to my scale colours heheh" Ignus said adjusting the collar of his outfit, this one hes had for a few months now, he kept having to buy new ones back during his growth spurt, but since it slowed, it looked like this one would last him a while, "Yeah, I like the food they serve well enough, but nothing beats gems and the like that's for sure, or some meat!" he stated with a nod, it wasn't very often that he ate meat, it was more of a rare now and then treat that he would indulge in ever few months or so.