OOC: Okay, thanks! :3
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OOC: Recap, please? And sorry I haven't roleplayed earlier. I went on vacation on Thursday and couldn't gain internet access
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OOC: Okay, thanks. So I'm guessing they have already turned into ponies? xD
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OOC: Kk, thanks. Just making sure c:
Baby Doll stood a ways behind her friends, awkwardly shifting her hooves underneath her delicate frame.
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Baby Doll wasn't sure how or why her friends had somehow managed to convince her to come along with them into the Everfree Forest. This place was much too scary to deal with.
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From the freshkill pile, Stormblaze looked up to see what was happening.
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Stormblaze narrowed his eyes in question, but decided not to condradict his leader. He trusted in Willowstar to make the right choices.
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Stormblaze obeyed and took a tiny sparrow from the pile and began to eat.
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Name: Lyric
Looks: [img width=459 height=510]http://i1266.photobucket.com/a…ThanThr33/ponypromise.png[/img]
Element: Promise
Other: Her talent is writing/reading anything and everything though she specializes in poety and music. She often talks with complicated words in a British accent. Her cutiemark (since you can't really see it in the piccy) is a feather quill encircled by two lavender laurel branches -
Name: Avalonia
Gender: Mare
Species: Unicorn
Parent: Rarity
Appearance: [img width=459 height=510]http://i1266.photobucket.com/a…ThanThr33/ponypromise.png[/img]
Personality: For the most part, Avalonia is calm and serene. She holds a certain pristine, princess-like air to her, which is also present in her mother, Rarity. However, while her mother specializies in fashion, Avalonia actually spends most of her time with her head in the clouds and her muzzle in an old-fashioned script. Avalonia is very dramatic and demands attention from the moment she steps into the room. Yet at the same time, this beautiful mare is likely to share the spotlight with her friends and her selfless attitude shows the actual thoughtfulness that dwells within her.
Special Ability: Acting/writing scripts. She is much more persuasive than her mother was - mainly due to her extreme acting abilities.
Element Wanted: Generosity -
OOC: Thank you very much. I hope to RP with you soon c:
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OOC: Thank you very much c: May I ask when do we start roleplaying?
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Baby Doll looked over at Grace, but felt too shy to say anything.
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Lyric trotted out of the library with a delicate smile on her face. Her horn glowed as she telephatically carried rolls of parchment and a couple of old, leather-bound books.
OOC: I'd say Lyric is a mixture of Rarity and Twilight Sparkle
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OOC: Kk I'll get right to it, then!
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Avalonia could be seen underneath the shade of a tree, her violet eyes scanning a long roll of script in front of her.
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Lyric had dropped everything on the floor and looked up to see who had run into her.
"Oh, I accept your apology. Subsequently, I presume you will not be flying so swiftly in the streets." She murmured softly, gathering her things and flashing a tiny smile to Strawberry. -
Lyric beamed happily, "Brilliant. We've reached an accord, then." She piped up.
She hesitated, studying the two ponies in front of her eyes her large, curious violet orbs. After a moment or two, she shook her head impatiently.
"I apologize for being cumbersome. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Lyric. And whom may you be? -
Once in a while, Avalonia's lips would part and she'd mutter a few words. Her horn glowed brilliantly as she carefully read down the script, her shining oculars grazing the calligraphy on the old-fashioned parchment.
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As soon as she reached the bottom of the roll of parchment, Avalonia finally turned her gaze away from the paper. There was a soft breeze in the air that tickled her perfectly groomed mane and brought along with it the refreshing scent of grass. It was a beautiful day outside - a perfect day to stroll around.
Avalonia got onto her hooves and picked up her parchment with the glowing magic her horn produced. Then she trotted down a small slope, heading for the town at a sauntering pace.