This may not be the best place for this but, meh. Here goes nothing... [size=+1]The Moogle Front[/size] Right, so my hare-brained idea is an RP about a hare-brained idea. Winter has been unusually harsh to Rabanastre, victimising the city rather than anywhere else. Its long outstayed its welcome and hit the city far too hard with no rational explanation. Its dumped snow with regular blizzards, its made it difficult to walk through the streets, its rendered many bed ridden with everything to simple colds to Pneumonia. Many citizens are finding that keeping fires going isn't quite enough. Many sources of heat like steam vents, heaters, even just a warm room are swamped or turned into a sort of business where access to warmth has to be hired. The Arcadians are being blamed. The Arcadian ruler is displeased with the fact that he has to make regular pleas to other cities for clothing scraps or fuel for fires. Judges in thick hides, furs and boots chase leads to the cause of the snow. Spring is reported to be a month late for Rabanastre but no-where else so theories are flying all over the place. It's not uncommon to see praying. Many Hunter clans within the city are also conducting their investigations. Due to the strange weather hitting the indigenous species hard and making most forms of travel near impossible, their lively-hood appears to be at stake. A group of frustrated hunters exacerbates things. Guilds that create clothing in the city are having a huge boon in business, but only as long as material arrives regularly from donations. Hunting for skins and fur from animals that are nearly wiped out wouldn't help anyone at this point. One such group, however, is planning a cunning way of trying to investigate the cause of the whether in the Eastersands. The Moogle Front is a union organisation for Moogles, run by Moogles. If a Moogle worker dosn't have legal representation for instance, The Front will provide. For help on starting a buisness, The Front will point to an expert. If a thick layer of snow is able to render a city mostly paralysed then that's bad for every Moogle's business. Drops in temperature could kill of customers and its their civic duty. At least, that's who their chairman is spinning it. So a plan rumoured to have been put forward was to build a machine that could travel through snow through the Eastersands to explore and investigate the tundra. One snag: it has be built from whatever can be begged, borrowed or taken from within the city's walls. Plans about using an old mining machine was being spread. Effectively, the Moogle's would be creating an ice-tank. A few mechanics have been modifying welding equipment to throw fire. Other's have been working on a heating system that runs on a rechargeable energy source. Rumour may be becoming truth... Yes, the premise can be summed up in the words "Moogles in a Tank". It's sounds and largely is but desperate times, right? So why a tank? Well, it turns out to be the most energy efficient solution they could find. The vehicle has to be able to be heated near-constantly while also kept moving. What has been suggested is old mining vehicles. If they can bore through solid rock, they can probably handle a metre of snow. Every part of the machine has been made with ploughing through things efficiently as possible, in mind. From the rotating crusher blades to the gearbox. It's a workhorse. Also, a tank was chosen because every available airship has been commandeered by merchants and volunteers looking for and returning with aid. Nothing that flies is available. So who are the people that green-lit a snow-tank in this dark time? Lord Ahneus is the City's Governing Lord and I'm not sure if I'll call the city Rabanastre if this RP actually gets off the ground. Anyhoo, Ahneus is a giant bulk of a man. His gut has grown at least twice the size for every year he's been ruler. And around twenty years is a long time to still be growing. His tuft of thin blond hair always sits at weird angles and his face sags with its extraneous cheeks that wobble when he bellows or eats. He can walk but prefers to lounge around on his reclining couch, pretending he's a Roman Emperor. His clothes have gotten simpler over the years till he wears simple shirts and tunics that cover his ample gut. Ahneus has a shorter temper than most snakes. And let us not forget the Moogle in charge too: Chairman Markus Johtaja. A crafty business man that clearly never saw his calling as a spin doctor. He's charismatic, well-spoken and capable of spinning almost any phrase to say almost anything he wants. Most of the time, he's not aware of it. He's not exactly tall for a Moogle and usually dresses sharply in a grey, formal suit. Oh, and he's only doing this for the publicity and believes that by solving the mystery, he should see a boost in sales for his Airship business. Civic Pride indeed... So, how do you come in? If you haven't sussed, you'll be one of the unlucky guys that volunteered (or was picked) to go on this mission of investigation. Into miles and miles of angry, merciless blizzards and low temperatures. Lucky, lucky you... If your interested, fill in a little character skeleton so I (and everypony that signs up) has a good idea about the character. Name: Age: Gender: Male/Female Appearance: Personality: Make it brief. Brief Biography: Extra Important Details: Right. All ideas are welcomed. Now, while you mull on that little lot, I'll brainstorm Pony RP ideas.
