*Dead As* Congratulations, your now dead. As you are laid to rest, your metabolic rates having long since pumped or jiggled their last, your body is discarded as the trees carry you deep into the ground. Twists and turns of the deep dwelling roots would make a pony naucious if they had the necessary liquids and organs to slosh around. Dank soils and long forgotten rock layers are nimbly navigated through by the natural helter skellter leading still further into the yawning blank black which cavernously swallows you whole. The root tapers to a point and you are poored onto your hooves once more. Congratulations, your a ghost now. Welcome to Etherial; the land of the dead. As far as other sub-terrania which deal in the metaphysical or processing of those deceased, it's reviews suggest it's a rather laid back place. The ruler of this land has had many an eon to develop a gallows wit, if only to cut the tention. After all, dying, being returned to the soil we all came from and then lanfing within a shadowy cave of multi-coloured fungus needs a little something to lighten the mood. Dark caves of tree limbs and lychen, the place is always bathed in a plethora of colour at all times. The mushroom's iluminessence coming in a rainbow of species with a distinct glow to each. It's honestly the only comforting thing in the unshakeable crags the obsidion hollows offered. From here, the spirits live on as the life blood of Equestria. They may ride the roots up to find new life to nurish or to swirl and push the weather or even to fuel magic itself to keep the force alive. You, on the other hoof, are summoned to the Queen. You are told you have a mission now. You are told your going back. You are told you must track down errant spirits. You are flung helplessly up. No roots, no rocks, no soil. You are now a lightning bolt, hurtling towards somewhere. You barely feel anything, all vision and hearing are taken up with noisy crackles. You awaken with a jerk. You weren't and then you were. Like you were suddenly plugged in, nerves suddenly working. "Don't panic. Panic and your leg may fall off. I haven't tightened it yet." You are shown a mirror. Your new body consists of a strange orb in the centre, glowing like tiny sun entrapped within a reactor core. Your mainly metal plates and pieces. Battered armour with scuffed hooves. A brass pony that clinks a little as whoever is underneath you bolts your leg on to your body. You don't feel weird. You aren't breathing but that doesn't appear to be any sort of a handicap any more. Everything is connected. You feel through the metal. You hear and smell perfectly well. Your alive, after a fashion. Your back. Congratulations, you are an Automaton. Why aren't you in your normal body? Why would you want to go back to that rotting husk? We're not making zombies and nopony is magicking you up a replacement. It's the metal one or nothing. Now, time to get to work. Name: Age when laid to rest: Last remembered event before death: Gender upon death: Cause of death: Obituary: (What was your life like? Lots of detail appreciated) Skills/Abilities: Knowledge Areas: Favouite Weapon: Favourite Type of Pie: Favourite Character from 'Revenge of The Nagapon': Happiest Memory: Notes: Please let me know if you've got anything to say or ask!
Dead ponies. Nice. Name: Ayeda Eclipse Age when laid to rest: Early 20s Last remembered event before death: Kicking chained legs in a desperate attempt to get to the surface. Gender upon death: Female Cause of death: Drowned/murdered Obituary: Ayeda lived alone with her younger, sickly sister after their parents died. Ayeda dealt with many suitors, and knew that she would have to marry into a wealthy family in order to support her sister's illness. She fell in love with a stallion by the name of Damien, but he was from a poor family, and so she married another, not explaining to Damien her reasons, thinking that it would only hurt him. However, Damien flew into a jealous rage, and invited her to the docks in the evening upon learning of her marriage. Ayeda joined him, wishing to have closure with the stallion she loved. Damien attacked her, and chained her legs together. He gave her an one last offer, and she refused, knowing that her sister would not be able to get the treatments she needed in a poor household. He pushed her into the water, and she drowned. Skills/Abilities: Speech, speed, and charm. Knowledge Areas: Ayeda used to be fascinated in astronomy in her youth, but grew to be more interested in psychology. Favouite Weapon: Revolver Favourite Type of Pie: Marionberry Favourite Character from 'Revenge of The Nagapon': I have absolutely no idea what that is. Happiest Memory: Her sister's birth. Notes: N/A
Name: Landon Klyne Age when laid to rest: 25 Last remembered event before death: Cold, stone walls, iron bars, a braided rope. Gender upon death: Male Cause of death: Hanging Obituary: Landon lived a relatively happy life. He had a family; a wife, 2 children... and a jealous 'friend'. This 'friend' wanted to have what Landon had and he believed that because of him, Landon and his wife would never have met or even gotten married, so, in a jealous fit of revenge, he murdered Landon's wife and framed Landon for it. Landon was given and unfair trial and imprisoned for life. Convinced it was himself who murdered his own wife in some kind of physiological blackout, he hanged himself out of guilt. Skills/Abilities: Problem solving and understanding (If you would count that as a skill...) Knowledge Areas: Landon use to work as an engineer, so mechanics. Favourite Weapon: More of a pacifist... but could use a knife... Favourite Type of Pie: Apple Favourite Character from 'Revenge of The Nagapon': (The heck's a Naagpon?) Happiest Memory: Proposing to his wife Notes:
It's clear we're getting an increasingly miserable set of characters. I'm debating a warning here. Hmm... Go ahead and start!
Name: Captain Blue tide Age when laid to rest: 20's Last remembered event before death: Being on a sea battle against some cariboo pirates Gender upon death: Female Cause of death: Getting her neck sliced by a piece of wood that went flying after her ship got hit. Obituary: Spoiler: Short Version Blue had showed since she was a small filly what she was capable of when it came to sailing ships. She sailed for the first time the same day she got her cutie mark, even though it was a high risk what she did. When his father's ship sank, she was filled with determination and joined the Royal Equestrian Navy in hopes to find him, and eventually managed to find him, but was not able to take him back home for past injuries he had. Even though she didn't managed to bring her father back, Blue carried on her life an eventually moved up ranks until she became an admiral of the navy. Spoiler: The really detailed version Since the moment Blue Tide was born, everypony knew what was going to be her destiny. Her mother and father where on a journey to Whitescar for several months, as they were moving supplies from Equestria for selling. On a stormy night, on the last day of their journey, she small blue filly was born, with the help of a doctor that was in the ship. Most foals when they are born, cry, and she was no exception, but the soft movement of the ship after the storm had passed, calmed her down into a peaceful sleep, and her parents knew what it meant. She was born for the sea. She and her parents lived in a small house near the port area of Baltimare, Blue's room having a perfect view of what was the port district and the sea itself, something she loved. She went to school as all the other fillies and colts of her age, and had a really common and peaceful life, with the exception that her father constantly left in merchant journeys to the other major cities around the world. As time passed, she started showing several skills in non-conventional areas. She managed to identify the stars, and had a really good sense of navigation, managing to help several of her friends escape the nearby forests when they get lost playing in there, and some rather amazing drawing skills and construction skills. She also got really interested in reading book related to the sea or sailing. It was not until one day, as a small class project of her school, she decided to showcase a small ship! She gathered some materials and with the help of her mother, she managed to build a perfectly stable ship, which she called the 'small blue', capable of having a filly in it, as well as some supplies like food and bottles of water in it without sinking it. She showed the ship in class and got a perfect score, showing her knowledge on basic physics and hydrodynamic sciences. One day, she decided to take some friends of her and show them what her little ship was capable of. She lead some fillies and colts to a nearby lake, and after bragging a bit, she put the small wooden ship in the lake, and hopped on it, before she started to sail it along the area. The ponies cheered her, but soon the cheers of joy turned into fear, a storm came into the city. The small ponies ran to their homes in fear, leaving she little filly alone in her ship. At first, she was afraid, but after a while, the fear turned into courage. Blue stood up and used some of her magic, as well as her knowledge, and started working in her small ship, managing to keep it floating until the storm was over. Her mother, worried for her, ran to the lake after the storm had passed, and as soon as Blue touched ground, she got her cutie mark, showing her sailing skills to everypony. Years passed, and one day, she and her mother got the news that the ship of Blue's father, was destroyed in an accident while he was away, and nopony knew what had happened to him. That moment marked her life for ever. After what happened when she was a filly, she knew how it felt, and what it could cause... but there was still hope. Filled with determination, Blue decided to join the royal equestrian navy in hopes of one day finding her father. She worked hard since the day she enlisted herself, and quickly moved up ranks, until she was given her own ship to command when she became captain. She nicknamed her ship the 'Queen of the big blue', in honor of her small ship she once built, and embarked on an expedition to save her father. She, after several days of asking her superiors to re-open the case of her father missing, was accepted and she was given the authorization of conducting her own investigation to find him. After months of searching, she finally found out what happened to her father. After the accident, his father ended up in Whitescar, with several injuries that made him unable to go back to his home. He was proud of what her filly had become, and wished the best for her, before she went back home to tell her mother what had happened, as well to her superiors. Blue decided to carry on her life as member of the royal equestrian navy, working as captain of her ship since it was what she loved doing the most. Skills/Abilities: Knows how to command and operate a ship by herself using magic. Also skilled with daggers and short swords Knowledge Areas: Basic physics and maths, naval technicalities and close quarters combat Favouite Weapon: Daggers Favourite Type of Pie: Blue Berry Favourite Character from 'Revenge of The Nagapon': Happiest Memory: The day she found her lost father Notes: N/A
Sure hope this is still going on. Wonderfully morbid idea. Time to get spooky. Name: Henry Sawyer Age when laid to rest: 43 Last remembered event before death: Running. Red and blue lights. Caught in one of own traps. Close call with one of the men in blue. He raised his shotgun and shouted. I smashed his face in with a meat tenderizer. Not before he pulled the trigger. Bleeding. A lot. Escaped into the cornfield. They moved right past me. Thought I was another scarecrow. The mask. Got to the barn. Stench of death, but not just mine. They'd be cleaning up the mess for a while. Found the rope. Knotted it quick. Put it around my neck. Tied it up to a beam. Jumped from the second floor. Swung. Didn't tie it right. Didn't break my neck. Oh well. Sharp piercing. Sharp metal stuck through me. Cold. Dark. Dead. Gender upon death: Male. Cause of death: Combination of heavy bleeding, strangulation, and self-crucifixion. Obituary: A member of a backwoods cult, Henry Sawyer was responsible for the brutal deaths over 60 known ponies, and is presumed to be responsible for the disappearances of many others in the surrounding area. Henry was found to have also cannibalized his victims, and create furniture and decor with some of the remains. Scarecrows in owned field were revealed to be corpses. Skills/Abilities: Incredibly strong, quicker than he looks, very skilled with a blade. Doesn't talk too much, but when he does, he can be very persuasive. Knowledge Areas: Hunting and cutting up meat. Favourite Weapon: Ax Favourite Type of Pie: Pumpkin Favourite Character from 'Revenge of The Nagapon': Didn't watch much TV, 'cept for wrestling. Happiest Memory: First time hunting Notes: Wears a rather creepy burlap sack, tied off at the neck with a noose, a black and grey flannel shirt, and a heavy duty butcher's apron. Let me know if this is too dark.
Should I just go ahead and introduce my character into the RP? I'm not entirely certain as to whether or not that's okay.
