For information on the game please see this: http://www.everypony.com/forums/sho...player-academy-forum-game&p=481240#post481240 Welcome to the Roleplayer Academy, the foremost school of character fiction writing. Everyone is free to enter the school once they complete the first assignment: The academy certified character sheet. Assignments (all challenges will be written here should anyone wish to join late and want to do them) Assignment 1: Academy Certified Character Sheet Write up a character sheet featuring anything you think necessary for a slice of life roleplay, then fill it out. (This will be your main character for most assignments, so try not to make anything too difficult.) The sheet MUST contain: name, gender, and species. It doesn't have to be from the pony universe, so feel free to make a human, alien, monster or anything else. Assignment 2: Homestuck (it's just a fitting name) Your character is trapped in their home for 24 hours. Please detail their day, and try to make their surroundings pop from the details. This tests environment building skills, so try to focus more on the house, and less on the character. Assignment 3: behind the screen You (Your character) is interacting with a person online. You know this person can help you out with something so you want to make a good impression. Oh no! Disaster. It seems they have lost the image of you and the write-up of your past actions. They are asking you to be honest due to the technical losses, and tell them about yourself. (This will be depicted as one side of a conversation, so please only use quotes.) edit- Grades will be given out when a new assignment is given, if you would like a premature grade, or are posting a late assignment and want a grade, just say so in the post and it shall be given. Also, my character as it will be necessary for at least one planned assignment. Name: Professor Fang Gender: Female Species: Anthromorphic-Wolf Profession: English teacher
Name: Quick Fix Gender and Species: Male Earth Pony Age: 65 Spoiler: Appearance: Short Bio: Quick Fix was Ponyville's best repairpony for nearly forty years. Now all he wants out of life is to relax and enjoy his retirement.
Name: Note Pad Gender and Species: Male Pegasus Pony Age: 25 Short Bio: Note Pad is a journalist living in Ponyville who is always looking for the next big story, but doesn't limit himself to the cosy little village, going further afield or using his wings to visit Cloudsdale for the latest goings on up in the sky.
Name: Jackpot Luck Gender and Species: Female Unicorn Pony Age: 23 Short Bio: Jackpot Luck is a professional poker player and is living in Ponyville and attending Ponyville University while paying off her college fund using her winnings. While being polite and friendly, she also has a hobby of hoofball and likes attending magic shows.
Name: Jawohl Avatav Gender: Human Male Age: 28 Occupation: Rebel Very Short Bio: Dissident against Kolechia and Impor governments. Frequents and crosses through Arstotzka's eastern border crossing. Occasionally instantiates a terrorist attack to close down the crossing to allow him to sneak across.
Ridley: Holy broken car engine, Batman! He got an A! Silverdash: This just in, from our eyes in the sky, it's an A! Crimson: I'd bet my life savings on this one, A! SirSPT: We're reporting that this character doesn't seem very "slice if life-y," but it fits the bill anyway, A! Assignment 2: Homestuck (it's just a fitting name) You're character is trapped in their home for 24 hours. Please detail their day, and try to make their surroundings pop from the details. This tests environment building skills, so try to focus more on the house, and less on the character. (Remember, all assignments can be turned in late for full credit.)
Name: Aeria Dust Gender and Species: Female Forsaken Unicorn Pony Age: 30 Occupation: Underground ruins of the Everfree Forest Spoiler: Appearance: Contrary to popular belief her skin isn't black. I'ts blue. Black is cloth color Bio: Forsaken Unicorn tribe had unique ability to amplify unicorn magick by using crystals. Magick can be charged and stored for later, or even hit with incresed power using prismatic crystals. That's why the tribe was considered as threat to other ponies. And during long war against United Pony Army ti was defeated. Star Swirl the Bearded himself broke the horn of every unicorn of the tribe. So they could not use magick again. After that tribe was exiled to the Everfree Forest. They claimed themselves Forsaken Unicorns for even their newfoals was born with broken horns. Once great nation slowly died. Aeria Dust is last member of the tribe who live nowadays. She lives in ruins which is store of historical information of her tribe (on big heavy Informational Crystals) and also crypt. She is hater. She hate ponies for what they done to her tribe. But also she is sad and lonely. Hate however is sronger feeling so anyone trying to enter her den will be feared away by warding magick. She also able to concentrate a really weak magick that she can accumulate in crystal. And she have lot of them in her pockets for such common spell like levitation and telekinesis for everyday use.
Chat: Woo buddy. That's a lot of back-story. I hope you can keep track of it for future assignments. Don't feel forsaken my friend, because you get an A. Anyway, assignment 2 is still in play, I just felt like grading chat's work.
Spoiler: lot of letters Nightmare Moon: You still don't have the sixth Element! The spark didn't work! Twilight Sparkle: But it did!.. Aeria Dust: Mmmmyeah... Wait, what? Aeria suddenly woke up from slumber Twilight Sparkle: ...spark ignited inside me when I realized that you all... are my friends!.. Aeria Dust: Could it be? Ponies in this part of forest? At this time? Twilight Sparkle: ...You see, Nightmare Moon, when those Elements are ignited by the... the spark, that resides in the heart of us all, it creates the sixth element: the element of... magic! Aeria Dust: This is no good. Better check my invasion traps before... The underground dome start shaking Nightmare Moon: Nooo! Nooo! Some dust flew from roof right onto Aerias head. Aeria Dust: Like I'm not dusty enough... Let's see what can we do with... Oh no! She gasped for passage was filled with stones from above. "Guess I'm trapped here" she thought throwing few levitations crystals on stones. "I'm gonna need more of those to clean up the passage". Some rocks has flew away but there was a big pile left. "Good thing I was in library, at least I won't be bored while I charge my crystals..." She put the pillow from banch to the ground near huge twice pony sized green jewel. "That's gonna do it" she thought looking at bunch of blank crystals "Anyway that's all I have in reserve bag. It will help however it takes time. Lot of time to charge it. Fortunately I have you!". She grabbed blank crystals and seats comfortably on the pillow. "Lets see what we have here" Aeria thought touching green jewel with her broken horn. The green light star pulsing from the deeps of the stone. First weakly then stronger and last pulse has blinded Aeria for few seconds. After few seconds she found herself on the field. "Let me guess..." she said. Huge magic missile landed behind her and scorched earth in big radius. "Memories of war... I should've known I'll get here if I try to load random memory record. After all this store contains information about war more than all other information in sum". Group of ponies in armor encrusted with magic gems has galloped away. Aeria becomes sad. Like always when she was watching her tribe fight for their freedom and losing it to be gone forever her eyes started to fill with tears. And when giant explosion covered her with fire she was already filled with anger and desire to vengeance all ponies that made her tribe suffer. She woke up after some time watching war record. Her crystals was filled with levitation spell. New day is coming and maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but some day she will have her vengeance. Seems like a fanfiction more then RP for me.
Spoiler: The Epic and Productive Day of Jawhol Jawhol paced around his small one-room apartment smoking a cigarette. The authorities of Arstotzka authorities have boarded up his apartment again and his fellow dissidents wouldn’t be there for another 24 hours to let him out. Dust was everywhere, on the mattress, on the floor, on the ceiling, on the small, bright light bulb dangling from the ceiling. He walked over to the sole window in his room, looking out of it trying to separate the dust on the glass from the grey industrial backdrop of Arstotzka. After staring outside aimlessly for bit, he flopped down on his mattress, kicking up some dust in the room. He tried to sleep but the dust was irritating his sinuses. After a few more hours of lying down there, flaring his nostrils, he finally managed to get to sleep. As the sun was setting, a terrorist bomb went off the distance, causing the bulb to flicker and dust from the ceiling to rain down, covering the floor. “Mienjiack…” he quietly cursed as the dust rained down on him. He continued for some more hours to lay there till the dust began to fall off from the door as his comrades pried it open from the other side.
Quick Fix opened his back door and stepped outside. He was anxious to finally finish his latest project, a complete working miniature golf course in his own backyard. Whistling happily, he laid his tools beside the windmill that was going to be part of the ninth hole, and got to work. Five minutes later, he was back inside, dripping wet and cursing. He had forgotten that the weather Pegasi had scheduled a massive rainstorm. After carefully drying off himself and his tools, he looked around his house for something else to do. He quickly realized that he had not cleaned his house in several weeks. It seemed like as good a way as any to spend the day. Starting in the living room, he swept the hardwood floor and dusted the knickknacks on his many display shelves. He was even lucky enough to find five bits in the cushions of his threadbare old sofa. Moving on to the bathroom, he scrubbed the white tile floors and walls, the sink, the bathtub, and the toilet. When he was done, he spent nearly half an hour standing in front of the mirror, carefully trimming his beard and mustache. With his grooming ritual out of the way, he headed for the kitchen. His growling stomach was letting him know that he was several hours late for lunch. After shoving aside several days worth unopened mail, he tossed a loaf of slightly stale bread onto the counter and cut some thick slices for a sandwich. Tossing some wilted lettuce and a few slices of bruised tomato onto the bread, he proceeded to cover the unappealing sandwich with hot sauce, and carried it over to the small wooden table where he ate his meals. He noticed that one of the tiles in his black and white checkerboard floor was loose, and made a mental note to fix it after lunch. By the time Quick was done with cleaning and repairs in the kitchen, and a quick dinner, night had fallen. He was getting rather tired, so he decided that he wouldn't bother with any serious cleaning in his bedroom. He quickly vacuumed the carpet, and dusted the walls. Finding a largish spider living behind a photo of him and his platoon from the Griffon War, Quick decided to name it Annie and call it a pet. It was easier and less messy than squishing her. With his cleaning done, Quick turned off the light, got into bed, said good night to Annie, and went to sleep.
While writing is my livelihood, this is my first attempt at roleplay so here goes nothing! Spoiler: + Note Pad awoke at 8am from his slumber and was excited to begin yet another exciting day. Just as he begun his usual routine of picking out his clothes for the day, he could not help but ignore the pelting sound he could hear beyond the navy curtains that shrouded his room in virtual darkness. Upon drawing the aforementioned curtains, he discovered Ponyville was very much flooded following a night of torrential rain, scuppering all of Note Pad's plans and limiting him to spending the day at home. Now in dreary form, he slowly descends down the spiraling stairs to his kitchen for a cup of coffee. Not a pony for creative design or decorating, as he sipped on his morning brew, he could not help but notice the somewhat colourless, concrete walls surrounding him truly captured not only the miserable weather outside but also his own mood. In an attempt to brighten up the room and his own humour, Note Pad delved into the dusty, cobweb ridden stairhall cupboard, eventually returning with painting equipment. While it required up to five hours to complete, he took a step back, observed his newly refurbished kitchen, now sporting a more cheerful yellow and red combination, feeling good about himself and a job well done. Now without an activity again, he settles down on his cosy couch for the evening to watch his much neglected Widescreen tv. While flicking through the hundreds of channels for something of interest to him, an idea suddenly hit him. He reached for his hardback journal and began indulging himself in the mindless world of reality television, all in the name of research for an article on the trend and its affects on anypony that views the aforementioned genre. It has now come time to return to his bedroom once more, pleased with the work he done in the kitchen and his article idea, he now approaches his old fashioned, wooden stationary, passed down through generations of his family who too prided themselves in the field of journalism, to transform his shorthand notes into a full article. Constructing the article is a drawn out process, as day quickly turns into night and the monitor of his laptop being the only thing now lighting the room, he sends it off to his editor and awaits a response. Following a miserable start to the day, Note Pad approaches his soft, silky double bed, happy in the knowledge that he used the woeful conditions outdoors to his advantage as he brought life to his once concrete grey kitchen and put together an article that is sure to be of interest to the people of Ponyville.
Se magnifique! Wundabar! Well I'll be a fried steak on a summer's eve! I have not seen such beautiful walls of text in a long time. And the details! I can tell this is going to be a good class. A's all around! Now onto a really fun assignment. Assignment #3: behind the screen! You (Your character) is interacting with a person online. You know this person can help you out with something so you want to make a good impression. Oh no! Disaster. It seems they have lost the image of you and the write-up of your past actions. They are asking you to be honest due to the technical losses, and tell them about yourself. (This will be depicted as one side of a conversation, so please only use quotes.)
Oh boy... "I was born in a country where the politics are ridiculous, the animals and the environment try to constantly kill you and where private schools are, as always, make you wear stupid uniforms. That country is Australia. I'm tall, skinny and ginger and im in a relationship with my girlfriend whom we've been going out for 8 months. I'm a movie and game lover and wish to become a game designer, more specifically an CGI animator in the industry in the future and my dream job is to own my own highly successful game company." (Did i do it right?)
Your character, not you >.< but good to know a little backstory on the face behind the Red Ryborian Revolutionist.
(One side of a conversation, huh?) _CrankyOldPony_ has logged in. "What do mean there's no video? I'm sitting in front of the camera thing right now!" "Well, that's annoying. What's the point of these computers if they break so easily?" "I guess that's true. It doesn't really matter, anyway. I'm just borrowing my great-nephew's computer." "It's not too hard to figure out. I am a little bit curious why he has a folder marked 'Special Applejack Pics.' When I clicked on it, it asked me for a password. I wonder what it is?" "Really? Well, colts will be colts, I suppose." "Right, what were we discussing? Oh, yeah... my permit application!" "No, I don't NEED a miniature golf course in my backyard." "Because I want one." "Of course I can build it alone. I was a repair pony for forty years. I know what I'm doing." "Watch you tone, kid. I'm old, not crippled. I can still come up there and show you what they taught me in the Royal Army." "Yeah. During the Griffon War. Dang near got killed by one of those featherheads." "Racist? No. You fight off a few angry Griffons, and see if you don't start calling them names." "Right. Back on topic." "Okay... Name, Quick Fix. Age, sixty-five. Profession, retired repairpony." "No problem. Anything else you need to know?" "Good. I'll be expecting that application soon." "You too. Thank you." _CrankyOldPony_ has logged out.
I knew i screwed up after i wrote the post, but my browser did not delete the post strangely nor did it allow me to edit. So...nothing could be changed once you replied. Strange, i've fixed the problem on my laptop and then it fixed itself. Odd
_ThatJournoGuy_ has logged in. "Okay, I'm back. I can see you, but you can't see me?" "Okay, well, you can still hear me, that's the important thing. Anyway, as we were discussing, when will you be available for that interview?" "The park? Yeah that would be perfect, its not quite the 'sit down interview' I had in mind but I guess we can walk and talk" "Do you really need to ask if I am a legitimate journalist? I have worked with all media outlets in Ponyville over a number of years, surely you have seen my name in the paper?" "You don't read the paper? Um... very well then." "No, I'm not judging you, I just thought you might have read our paper since you were the one who contacted us." "Right, right, look, as I was saying, an interview over in the park suits me fine. I will go there and have my lunch, you can arrive and find me, just remember what you saw before the camera went dead. Black sweater, brown mane, glasses. 25 and of average build for what it's worth." "Yes, yes, I know what you look like, I can still see you." "Alright then, will that be all for now?" "No I am happy with my current religion, exchanging my life savings for eternal happiness sounds great and all, but it's not for me. Now if that is al-" "No I don't have a sister who is single" "No I d- look, just visit the park tomorrow, we will do the interview, and that will be that. See you then." _ThatJournoGuy_ has logged out.
(A's for all)Oh my god. Sorry guys. I dunno how I forgot about this. I guess that makes me a bad teacher... Speaking of teachers don't you think we should get more than one character? Assignment #4- Substitute Make a new character (a teacher) using the following four aspects. Name: Teaching Style: Subject: Grade: Then write out this new character's first lecture, lesson, or class. I want to see how this plays out. This assignment looks at everything so far (character creation, using the environment, and one sided speech) so have at it.
