OC Character Thread 1(THREAD CLOSED: PLEASE POST NEW OCs TO BRAND NEW CHARACTER SHEET THREAD 3 ABOVE)

Name: Dark Wing

Race: Pegasus

Age: 25

Mane: Rust colored, Short and Spiky.

Coat: Tan

Cutie mark: Two gears connecting

Extra details that aren't needed but are nice to add: He has green eyes.

Distinguishing Features: A black desperado hat, red bandanna, and aviator goggles.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): He has a keen eye and can spot the smallest of details. Due to his experience and knowledge of gears and cogs and screws and other things, he knows how to make a few things that will help him in a sticky situation.

Weaknesses: Some of the things he makes can and will backfire on him and he could get severely damaged. He's not as fast as most pegasi. He nearly loses his anger when there is a griffin anywhere near him and will most likely try to hurt them.

Occupation: Clock Technician

Gear: A ballistic knife, A small blowtorch, some scrap metal and a few of the things he makes that is magic proof so unicorns can't just steal them or defend against them. Also a book that shows Dark how to make a few things.

History: He was born an only foal and was raised by only his father, who was a unicorn and the captain of the Sterling Light, an airship Celestia asked be made to transport troops or representatives to the Griffon Kingdom and beyond. Dark would always come along with his father when he needed to sail to skies to places beyond Equestria. He had noticed that most clocks on the ship were broken so he thought he would give it a shot and try to fix them. He found out he was actually good at fixing clocks and later got his cutie mark. The weather had always concerned him he was on the ship, fearing a stray lightning bolt might hit the ship and send it crashing down to the ground/sea below.

When he got older his dad let him order the crew of the Sterling Light a bit. Then one day when Dark was 18, the Sterling Light was told to send some representatives to the Griffin Kingdom to strengthen the bond between the griffins and ponies or something like that. Dark went along of course, he wouldn't have given up seeing the Griffin homeland for the world. When the Sterling Light got there, there was a miscommunication and the Griffins fired at the Sterling Light making it crash down to the ground killing everyone but Dark Wing, who was hovering on the deck of the ship when the Griffins fired. Dark looked around the wreck of the ship to try and find his dad only to find him dead.

Since that day, he had a grudge against all griffins even if they apologized and Celestia accepted and since then he worked and lived alone trying to forget the past, but he never could. He had bought his own little shop in Ponyville with whatever money his dad had left him, and started up a little shop with his knowledge of clocks.

As the years passed, Dark had grown accustom to the many parts of a clock and thought maybe it was time to learn something new. He went to the local library and looked into some books about making things out of scrap metal and other random stuff. He took the book back to his store and got a few things to make something from the book.

The thing he had made was a bottle cap mine and he wanted to try it out, but he first thought about his own safety and decided to create a quick release mechanism to carefully set off the mine with a book. He hide behind a table and released the book onto the mine, setting it off and exploding the table it sat on. Dark looked at the broken wood that was once a table and was very surprised at the damage the mine had done.

The police soon came to Dark's shop/home and asked what the explosion was. He answered with a worried tone saying it was a mine and that caught the police's attention. After some explaining and nearly being set to an asylum for setting off a mine in the middle of a shop, Dark fixed his table up and made sure never to set off a mine in his shop ever again.

Dark almost immediately got back to work making things and fixing ponies’ clocks. He did have a few of the things he made explode in his face, but he could always shake it off as a mistake and learn not to do them again. There were times where he was badly injured by the things he makes, but he didn’t care for how many bits he wasted paying for the hospital bills or even paying for his home/store to be rebuild.

Personality: He is a reckless, self absorbed pony who usually drags other ponies into his mess, but is kind and will help out others if he dragged them in to the danger unintentionally.

Current Home: Ponyville

Misc: He hates griffins. The useful devices he makes are basically like net traps and mines that will do severe damage to a pony, but not quite kill them. Things that would get a pony off his tail if he's being chased or surprise a pony.

Star Sentinel wrote:

Name: Dark Wing

Approved.

Name: Cyclone

Race: Pegasus

Age: 30

Mane: White

Coat: Grey

Cutie mark: A tongue, coloured in silver.

Distinguishing Features: A scar stretches across his mouth, from the bottom of his nose to his chin.

Specialty: He is naturally strong and can sustain a lot of injury before giving in. In addition, he is a skilled orator and very charismatic.

Weaknesses: He is sometimes brash and overconfident, overestimating his abilities and that of those under him. In addition, he pays for his natural strength with a lack of agility and manoeuvrability, making him less able to avoid attacks and more reliant on his resilience to take blows.

Occupation: Cloudsdale Weather Control Team Leader

Gear: A lightning-proof suit, for use by most members of Weather Control to protect against the hazards that clouds present. He also has a suit of bluish-white armour in the style of the Royal Guard, and a large greatsword.

History: Cyclone was born into a life of abuse. His parents were hard alcoholics and were prone to fits of anger, making Cyclone the subject of regular beatings. Over time, his body adapted to deal with the blows, but his heart never did; he always ended up crying after each session, out of a sense of loneliness and lovelessness.

One day, his parents finally went too far. One of the beatings involved an edge sharp enough to cut a deep gash across Cyclone's face, and having finally had enough, he gave in to his anger and shouted his parents down, storming out of the house and into the dead of night.

He didn't know where he was going, but he eventually found himself outside a door marked Cloudsdale Orphanage. Without thinking, he reached up and knocked. That one event changed his life, because an old mare, the caretaker, answered the door and brought him in without question. He spent the next while pouring out his sorrows and frustrations as his wound was cleaned, and by the end of it he found the caretaker in tears.

From that day onward, he stayed in the orphanage, refusing to return to his home. He was raised like a normal child for once. He took a liking to reading and organising small events for the rest of the orphanage, making him feel, for the first time in his life, like he was useful for something. It was a feeling he enjoyed. He became more and more confident over time, even overconfident on occasion, but believing in himself gave him the ability to do things he once never knew he could. Like face up to his past.

After a few years, his parents finally found him at the orphanage and demanded he return. Cyclone refused, and with that his parents appealed to the judicial courts of Cloudsdale to reaffirm their right to their son. When the court convened, Cyclone, forgoing the need for a lawyer to speak on his behalf, instead spoke personally to the court about everything he felt and what he'd been through. When his speech ended, the judge and jury unanimously declared his freedom.

Cyclone emerged from the court as a new pony. He stayed in the orphanage for a few more years until he was of age, then went out into the world and searched for work. He found a place in the Cloudsdale Weather Control, where his charisma and silver tongue landed him a job as both a team leader and an official spokespony for the organisation. The weather team was outfitted with actual military gear a few years later in the aftermath of the changeling invasion of Canterlot, when it was determined that all cities needed a force to defend themselves against such an attack. Cyclone didn't particularly relish such a responsibility, but he took it in his stride as it came along.

Personality: Cyclone is the charismatic, confident sort, being suited to leading and commanding rather than being led. However, he can be overly sure of himself at times, especially if he's had a string of successes recently. He doesn't have a very good handle on his emotions, although he tries, and will often express how he feels quite openly.

Current Home: Cloudsdale

Ician wrote:

Name: Cyclone

Approved.

Name: Mantle

Race: Earth Pony

Age: 30

Mane: Grey

Coat: Dull orange

Cutie mark: A rolled up sheet of blueprints.

Distinguishing Features: He is rarely seen without his construction helmet or toolbox, even when off the job.

Specialty: He specialises in planning, often looking very far forward to foresee problems with existing plans; this extends to all sorts of plans, though building plans are his forte. In addition, being a construction worker, he is naturally strong and able to lift very heavy weights.

Weaknesses: He is very cautious, sometimes being overly so, and can be wracked with indecision if the choice he has to make is particularly weighty. He also isn't particularly quick on his hooves; his bulk doesn't lend itself easily to his speed.

Occupation: Construction worker/planner

Gear: His trusty construction hat, as well as a set of tools; hammers, wrenches, the like, stored in a toolbox he carries everywhere with him.

History: Mantle was born in Fillydelphia, to a father who was a construction worker. Naturally, when he grew up, Mantle followed in his hoofsteps. He had a penchant for planning and, in his youth, he was very ambitious, aiming to design and eventually build the highest, grandest buildings his mind could conceive. He moved all over Equestria and offered his services, and that of a building crew under him, to anypony who was willing to pay. He always strived to build something better, taller, greater than before.

That all ended one day, however, when an oversight that he made at the scene of a construction site in Ponyville - owing to his ambition and lofty goals in building it - caused a catastrophic collapse of the entire structure, almost killing everypony there. Had it not been for the appearance of a strange masked and caped mare, the outcome would have been too horrible to contemplate.

From that day forth, Mantle was extremely cautious and paranoid, a one-eighty-degree turn from his original self. He never dared to do anything dangerous, or take risks. Everything he did, he virtually safety-proofed before even trying. Over time, he began to realise that such behaviour was stifling himself, and he grew slightly out of it as the shock of the original event wore off. However, he retained his extreme caution and refrained from taking any important decisions without first thinking it over thoroughly. This led to him developing a very far-sighted but ultimately indecisive nature. Even though he still continued as a construction planner, he preferred to keep his ambitions small and stick to what he was familiar with.

Personality: Mantle is cautious, being very unwilling to take risks if he can avoid it. His caution borders on paranoia, as he does all sorts of things to guard against the unlikeliest of bad fortune. He tends to overthink scenarios and is the type to consider rather than actually act.

Current Home: Fillydelphia

Ician wrote:

Name: Mantle

Approved.

[ Moved, because my silly ass put it in the wrong thread! ]

Name: Day "Dream" Dreamer
Race: Unicorn
Age: 18 or so
Mane: Mane: His Mane and Tail are Mildly Dark Blue and are often in a state of perpetual 'Bed head', Though he wears a purple Beret to keep his unruly Bedmane in check.

Coat: A Bit long furred and Moderate blue. He has a very light blue circular patch centered around his nose and muzzle that kindof looks like the moon from the front.

Cutie mark.: There's a tendency to interpret his Mark as both a pillow and a fluffy cloud depending on who's looking at it, perhaps it's both together.

Extra details that aren’t needed but are nice to add:
Distinguishing Features: He wears a hat... A Purple Beret that 'he' thinks goes well with his color.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): He's pretty good with magic and enchanting, due to his imaginative nature he has a strong fascination with all things magic and exploring what it can do... He also likes to 'try' making his own spells, but he has yet to succeed at one, though likewise he has not 'yet' had a severe backfire happen.

He's quite the story-teller thanks to his wild imagination and exceedingly active dreams, Sometimes a problem solver, but now and then his imaginative solutions backfire.

He has Dreams, from wild dreams of places both horrific and amazing, to Precognative dreams that lead to daily, often mundane, but usually helpful predictions. The dreams tend to become Trigger memories that spring forth when he encounters somepony who's relevant to the dream in question.


Weaknesses: Well, there are the occasional back-fires of an attempted spell making.

He can't generally shut up when a dream springs to mind, typically his mouth runs on it's own to explain whatever it was to whoever it relevant to the dream... of course, he also has a habit of being long winded whenever he explains normal things too.

He can't really control what he see's in his dreams, they act more like being along for the ride and watching something, and he can't remember them well, he remembers that he 'had' some, but not what it was until something triggers the memory. He still has some that are hazey memories of 'having a dream' from even years ago.

Sometimes if a dream has particularly 'strong', instead of describing it when it springs to mind, he'll end up acting instead.

Occupation: Well, he fancies himself Ponyville's Resident Story-teller and Dreamseer, though not an 'official' job, he does occasionally wow somepony into giving him a tip for being helpful or especially enetertaining. He occasionally takes up the chance of 'foal sitting' and using some of his more fanciful stories to keep them entertained and out of trouble.


Gear: He doesn't own any fancy artifacts or anything, Though he does tend to keep a stack of scrolls handy for jotting down ideas and inspiration to help with his spell play to avoid forgetting them. He may occasionally carry around something he's tried enchanting to test it out, but more often than not he leaves them at home.

He is 'working' on a spacial enchantment for a bag, to no success yet, but if he gets it to work that might qualify.


History: For the most part Dreamer is just a normal pony born in ponyville, just, a 'normal pony' who happened to have dreams that predict things for ponies. He's known to explore a lot, and thanks his preference for wandering about at night he tends to be pretty good at sneaking around. For the most part though, nobody really knows what the hell he does at night, since most other ponies are fast asleep when he gets to wandering, but he has shown a habit of staying awake sometimes for 2 or 3 days so he can still be around during the day to help ponies. It is not an advertised fact, but he also 'moon-lights' as a Friend of princess luna... honestly, his specialty involves unique dreaming, It'd pretty far-fetch'd that she would 'not' notice him.

Personality: Dreamer is typically quite friendly and open, not shy about opening his mouth either as he tends to spout random things to other ponies when his memory pops up such as reminding them suddenly where they'll find that missing book or the bits they dropped.

He 'is' a bit odd in that he prefers to be awake at night for various reasons all his own, and can occasionally be seen if any pony actually happens to be up at the right time of night... yet he manages to still be present during the day while finding time to nap here and there or maybe even out-right sleep walking sometimes.


Virtue: *claps hooves together and pulls away a rainbow* Imagination!... Oh, and Throw in a little Kindness [Couldn't resist XD]


Current Home: He lives alone in a small house on the edge of ponyville, with a basement full of stuff. Though he's there rarely enough it may be more accurate to say that his 'home' is anywhere he can plop his head to sleep for a bit.

Misc: He's an acceptable cook, likes to sing or hum to himself, and tends to have a perpetually sleepy look except at night.

Name Cimche

Age:13

Alignment:one to keep to himself

Mane:his fluffy wool is overgrown on his head, grooming it to make a fluffy, curly mass.

Coat:his wool sniped down thin.

Cutie mark.:n/a

Extra details that aren’t needed but are nice to add:he has baby-blue eyes

Distinguishing Features:A necklace wrapped around his neck with a stone (dream stone)

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc):he is able to make illusions from the stone he has around his neck;charged by the moons presence as he sleeps. The stones power allows him to create illusions layered on inanimate/living things, making them change form or become invisible. He can also make illusions of things in mid-air, but he has not quite mastered it yet and is see-through; He can make a tune with his vocals that can put people to sleep (passed down by his mom cotton, sounds like soothing sheep bahs). good at soothing down ones anger, and is a lucid dreaming expert.    

Weaknesses:not good at getting put in the middle of things; parts may seep out of his illusions; can not keep up a long conversation.

Occupation:n/a

Gear:Dream stone; a book with an eye symbol on it

History:Cimche was a shy kid, feeling out of place because of his race. Thought he was not desecrated by who he was, he just felt like not being the odd one in a crowd.

He lives with his mom who goes by the name of cotton, she's a kind women (mare?). She would help out anyone in need, let it be hard work, or a simple task in which she would be rewarded. She became a little popular in the town of Ponyville for her deeds, more people asking her for help when they need it. It payed well to help the townsfolk, though she also had a small job to for extra support.

At the age of 7 he was an imaginative little foil. His mind was his playground, and the world a source of knowleage to create. He would sometimes look across the field, and in that field he would imagine himself taking down fierce dragons with sword in hand, or riding them in the days sky.

As he grew, he became interested in dreams, dreams of sleep to be specific. He would spend night and day studying the knowleage of dreams and dream meanings. And with study and practice mastered lucid dreaming. He had fun with the control he had in his dreams. He would fly, swim and run throught his dreamscape whenever he wanted.

On the 11 year of his birthday he was given a simple birthday party. Streamers wrapped around the tree they usually sleep next to on top of a hill, and a dozen cupcakes, all but one with  a candle in it. The sun was setting , making the grass a golden brown as just the two of them celebrated. The present unwraping began, and both him and his mom were confused to what was inside. A rock shining like the moons luminous hues was in the box without cottons knowing.

Cimche pulled a book out from the box with a letter attached reading "Happy Birthday" on  it.The book had an eye symbol on it, a blue glow to it making it kinda ominous. thought inside it was knowleage and instructions of the stone and how to sommon the power within. Time passed as he had studyed day and night, power showing itself within the stone.

Personality: cheerful, determined, thoughtful


Current Home: outskirts of ponyville with cotton his mom


Misc: He has a tulpa* friend named kiwi, a snow-blue humming bird

*Tulpa: A being that is created in the imagination by various techniques, after a certain point it is believed that the tulpa becomes sentient, operating by it's own personality and by its own accord.

Name: Sky Rose

Race: pegasus/vampony

Age: 29

Mane: Poofy pink on one side and spiky blue on the other, usually made to not be over the top.

Coat: White

Cutie mark: none

Distinguishing Features: She's a muscle bound, fanged dual coloured mane, celestia sized mare Pegasus mare.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc):
Natural capabilities
Everlasting youth.
High pain threshold.
Strong sense of smell when it comes to other creature.
skin that is nigh impervious to nigh all impacts and magic

With her bionic enhancements.
Stupendous strength: she could brake cast iron manacles rather easily and at a stretch could punch a 26 tonne artic-lorry to a stop from 130kph.
Very fast: she can reach 95-100kph on foot and faster if pushed effort
Super heat: she can heat up her most of her body not including her head or torso up to 1600*c
Fast flyer: her wings have been equipped with servos to help her move at extreme speeds while flying.

other things
blood lust:(rarely encountered and when it is she has no strategy she becomes just a force of destruction that can be countered but hits so much harder) 3x strength 3x speed, her eyes go red.

Weaknesses: She has a tendency to get entirely distracted by blood.

Occupation: Herbalist, vigilantly, guard.

Gear: the variety of weapons her sister makes her a set of custom built “David” armour, a bag of sweets, a med-kit and deck of runes that she only know what they do because its written on the back.

History: Born in a small house on the outskirts of the ever free forest. She was raised by her mother a vampony Pegasus from Cloudsdale, and her farther an elusive stallion that left when she was 1 and returned 5 years later, which is why she picked up her mother’s equestrian dialect and vocabulary. Her mother was the loving sort but had almost no hope in others yet put all her hopes on sky, it was all maintained that way until sky was 6. It was a summer day and a storm had be brewing, rose, sky's mother, went out to avoid sky’s father of whom she had had a falling out with. She began walking the woody path she had walked many a time when she came across an old friend, she asked what was wrong but all she divulged was that she had had a fight with her partner. The storm broke out with classic timing. Rose began her trip back but felt it best to the short route despite the dangers. The shorter route was often not taken due to storms and such like in the past that had weakened the trees structures. On her way back through this route, a tree, struck by lightning, fell atop her. She was quickly fading and with her last bit of strength uttered “sky”. She had been 15 meters from home and sky had been waiting for her to get home, when the tree fell, she saw her mother, she had ran out but was too late. Sky became somewhat bitter that she never was able to say goodbye.

She inherited the house when her father vanished only a few months after her mothers passing. Over the next 6 years she was looked after and fed by her mother’s friend a spirit of the woods, she came monthly giving her the attention she needed. It was on one of these days that her life would change. Her mother’s friend had found her half-sister who was living with an adoptive mother, on this day the mother was lead but the friend to the house that young sky resided and was told the story, the kind mare agreed to take on the child in hopes for the best for bot her and her sister

sky had a hard life from there, she loved her sister and looked after her, she was a large filly and it was not hard to see that she was intimidating. But her sister, lightning looked at her sister as two, one: a sister, family a friend but two a vampony, an experiment waiting to happen, a subject. From the age of 14 she began getting experimented on by her younger sister, from seeing how sepsis affected her, to hormone treatments to help her grow more this continued until she was 26 where she moved back to her old home, it became her base of action, she began planning for her future, she had done some guard training so maybe an officer, but she wasn’t good with teams, maybe she could run a day care, or an orphanage that became a no when she realised her… not so responsible personalities would be a problem, maybe a super hero, but that diapered with the superhero craze. She gave up and decided that it was hardly the time and began with the tidying of her house. Amongst her mother’s old positions she found something, a booked, a diary in fact, it was her mother’s diary and craving a glimpse to her mother’s past and a bitter sting of missing her she began to read. Page after page explained the woods were not safe for any being of not true pony form, not due to the animals but the hunters, ponies that would rather see unfamiliar things dead rather than made familiar, she read on and found that her mother had been bring the fight to them even when she was pregnant, shy understood why she was passionate about the cause an decided that the very next day she would make contact with her mother’s old allies, forest folk, lycan, wolf like ponies. The morning stood, and she set off looking for the village, it quickly made itself clear that it was not a good idea, the ground and plant became more and more burnt, when she got there it was a horror scene, decade old bodies some nothing but skeletons but some still had flesh, all burnt and some hanging by their neck. She had hoped to make new friends. She had plans to tell stories about her mother. But no they were gone, all of them. Sky was mad, very mad, her eyes shifted to pink and began the hunt, she was found amongst the bodies of at least 20 ponies, she gave no reason or resistance she went with the guards and was condemned to hang. On the day she was led to the noose, and saw all the angry ponies, she could not take the anger against and felt if she didn’t die from the hanging they’d hate her more she snapped her shackles and flew away as quick as she could. She burnt the house down and left with nigh no trace as she looked for safety and a ‘home’ she found herself confronted face to face with a familiar face. Lightning her sister had heard what had happened and after a long time tracked her down, she offered her a new life, and a job, sky nodded and accepted smiling just a little.

Personality: her personality is subject to two parts of her personality, while it is always her main that has control she is often under some influence of the other two.
Blue: loving caring and looks for the best in people, she doesn’t want to hurt people and will always avoid it.
Pink: “are they not on fire? Why not?!” is what you should expect from pink, she’s a monster to an extent, only snow would be spared from the slaughter.
Gold (her main): she’s caring to a degree and only wants to make the best from the worst, she’s pretty laid back but at the same time not at all, she’s quite fickle in that area and enjoys annoying people.
Her outwards personality is dictated but the main combination of eye colours.
Gold Gold: fully in control and is very much herself.
Pink Blue: serious, and quick to anger, there to do a job.
Blue Blue: kind loving, you might as well have talked to fluttershy.
Pink Pink: Tiny Tim on a rampage of murder.
Red Red: what did you do?! Basically an artificial blood lust, she’s now became so angry she has triggered herself into a weaker form of bloodlust that leaves her with some control except kill the aggravator.

Current Home: wherever lightning takes her.

Misc: She is being hunted by the guards due to a slaughter of hunters (who were, at the time, hunting lycan, a wolf like pony that lives in packs, they are shy and often don't interact with other races, they also have a very very soft coat).

Name: Candle Flame

Race: unicorn

Age: 18

Mane: gradient blond to red, with the rest of the yellow, orange, and red hues in between; sometimes her mane is in a ponytail

Coat: candle wax color

Cutie mark: a candle

Extra details: royal blue eyes; her fur, mane, and pretty much all of her hair is the only part of her vulnerable to fire, so she constantly casts a 24-hour fireproofing spell on herself so she doesn't accidentally burn herself bald

Distinguishing Features:

Specialty: pyrokinesis; she’s immune to fire, except for her hair

Weaknesses: weak swimmer; sometimes has… accidents, with her fire ability

Occupation: fire show performer

Gear:

History: Candle had an average foalhood. She lived in Canterlot, was upper-middle class and had two fathers. She was one of the better behaved foals, but still acted her age at times yada yada.

More notable things started happening a few years into school. One day in class, Candle was bored. So she decided to entertain herself by making a “firefly” out of a small ball of flame. She was relatively careful with it, making sure not to get it too close to other classmates or supplies or other things she was told it’d be very bad to let fire near. However, a lapse in common sense – meaning, having the “firefly” “land” on one of the tables – caused… some problems. That table was burned in that spot and Candle was sent into the corner for time out.

She does more than this, obviously. Two days later, in Arts & Crafts, her class worked together making winter gingerbread houses. The teacher was watching the students to make sure they weren’t eating anything before it went on the gingerbread houses, and Candle really, really wanted to eat a roasted marshmallow (unroasted would not do). So she figured if she lit the thing on fire from all sides it’d roast faster. Roast faster it did. It ended up in the carpet, Candle was sent to the corner again, and neither the stain nor the burnt smell ever left that spot on the carpet.

And not long after that, Candle is sent to the corner for turning an origami swan into an origami “phoenix”.

Now normally this kind of stuff would just get her a lot of facehoofs throughout her life, but Candle did something one day that… was shocking, to put it simply. She’d gotten into a fight with another filly because she kept scribbling all over her paper; little pony problems. The fight escalated and the filly shoved Candle, knocking her down. Candle got so mad that she, well, essentially went mini-nuke. The room felt like an oven, the floor, ceiling, and some classroom supplies were burnt, and Candle… Candle was completely bald, head to hooves. Not a hint of hair on her, but she was completely unharmed otherwise.

When her father arrived, he didn’t even know what to think. He, and Candle when he told her, was astounded when her principal recommended she be removed from the school, and transferred to Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns.

Several months later, she found herself in a much bigger school with higher expectations, more homework, and many more ponies, some of whom… were less than pleasant. The cranky, worn-down teachers weren’t the problem; in fact, Candle sometimes felt sorry for them. The main problem was peers. A specific couple that had apparently decided she’d make a decent punching bag. They mocked her for being a blank flank, called her a hazard to society (she still had some accidents with her fire abilities) or a maniac, and spread vicious rumors about her. Why? Because they were bored alpha bitches. And they’re not the focus.

Candle’s tormenting went on for quite a while, especially because even while she neared marehood she was still a blank flank. She didn’t face the torment alone, though; she had two friends she had grown very close to through the school years.

One year, an English teacher of Candle’s assigned her class with writing a poem that says something about them. Unsurprisingly, most ponies chose to write about their cutie marks. Given that Candle was a blank flank, she chose to write a poem based on her name. As she wrote, she wrote down all of what she thought a candle flame, and fire, was: warm, bright, comforting, guiding, protecting. She realized that’s what she wanted to be. At that moment, she decided she’d model herself after what she saw fire as. And that’s when she earned her cutie mark.

Years later, graduated from CSGU, Candle’s now looking for a new place to live; she doesn’t like the idea of staying in uppity upper-class Canterlot. Along the way, she performs fire shows for bits. She writes to her two friends in Canterlot whenever she gets the chance, as well as meeting new friends along the way, but she doesn’t write to them as often.

Personality: kind, respectful, intelligent, optimistic, fun-loving

Virtue:

Current Home:

Misc: has a pet phoenix

Name: Dezulaar

Race: Dragon

Age: 4096

Appearance: Unlike most fully grown dragons, he is only about the size of a youth for his species, one and a half times that of a pony. He has a red body and orange scales and wings, which are just developed enough to allow him flight.

Distinguishing Features: His small size, as well as the fact that he usually walks on two feet as opposed to all fours.

Specialty: Like all dragons, he has command of magic dragonfire, which allows him to send messages to recipients far away, as well as regular fire, though instead of through his relatively undeveloped mouth he channels it with his hands. As a result of his frailty he has excellent reflexes, augmented even further by his staff.

Finally, his favourite specialty is the ability to see what he calls the Way; the one road that Fate itself is supposedly meant to follow, out of all possibilities. He treats the very progress of reality itself, therefore, as a kind of story, perhaps a fairytale or television show, out of which there should only be one ending. He is able to detect a deviation from the Way in order for him to know that something needs to be "fixed".

Weaknesses: His size, compared to other dragons, is fairly pathetic. Added to the fact that his underdeveloped scales provide meagre protection, at best, Dezulaar makes a relatively fragile target.

Occupation: Unemployed

Gear: Dezulaar owns a ragged but thick hooded cloak, and brings paper and pens with him wherever he goes, in order to write messages with. His greatest asset in his gear, however, is the Staff of Fate, known also as the Waystaff, an silvery-grey staff with a slim body and a white crescent moon stretching around a golden sun at its head.

The staff grants him extraordinary powers, the first of which is the ability to slow time - for everything except himself and his staff - to any degree he wishes, from just a very small amount for about five minutes, to a degree so great that time essentially stops for a limited period; however, this only lasts for 5 seconds at one go, every two minutes, and any object save for his staff that he tries to wield during this time will fall apart as it is in reality travelling too fast to remain intact. A similar effect occurs for his flames, as they do not register as a part of himself and therefore are affected by the time-slow. The second is the ability to teleport, which consumes more energy the further the teleportation.

However, using the staff consumes the staff's internal energy, which recharges during periods where neither time-slowing nor teleportation is being used, over two minutes, preventing Dezulaar from using his staff's powers without restraint. It also has a limit on energy, which restricts the magnitude of the spells that can be cast; teleportation can only carry one a maximum distance of a hundred metres, for example.

History: Dezulaar, once known as Exass, was born to rich parents, even by dragon standards. They were mighty and strong, and had a treasury so full of jewels and gold that it took up nearly half of the enormous cavern in which they were stored.

Exass often wandered into the cavern and sifted through the riches, checking up on old treasure and new ones which were constantly being added by the efforts of his parents. This pleased his father to no end, to know that someone was keeping a close eye on his valuables for him, and to know that his son's ambition was being grown and cultivated over time - an essential aspect of dragons is the ambition (read: greed, usually) to seek out and acquire new treasure.

Exass, for his part, often kept a detailed catalogue of what the cavern contained. Every gold coin, every gem, and every valuable was recorded, though some more... unique trinkets he could only name after delving through the scant few books written by the other species, predominantly ponies, at the time. He was impressed to no end to learn that their private treasury contained some very important artifacts.

However, a new piece of treasure arrived in their stash one day. It was a curious staff, silvery-grey with a crescent moon and sun at its head. He couldn't identify it, not yet, so he went about searching for what it was in all the books he could find. However, he did not manage to learn what it was.

Until, that is, he touched it.

Something within the staff addressed him, not in any language which he had become accustomed to, but rather an old tongue, ancient but still known to him only because of his extensive reading. It told him that the staff was now his, in the hands of one who would ensure that events of the world ran "as was meant to be".

The staff called for Dezulaar, translated approxminately to Fate's Eternal Servant. So Exass took up the mantle and learned what he had to do. He gained extraordinary powers of perception that the entity of or within the staff, calling itself Fate, gave him: The ability to see points of critical importance to the future of the world. In return for his servitude, the staff gave him both a curse and a blessing - agelessness. Dezulaar would never grow older from that present age.

Scrounging together an old cloak and as much paper as he could find, Dezulaar set off out into the world. In his travels and in the dangers he faced, it became increasingly apparent that the staff granted him a certain measure of control over time and space, letting him more easily accomplish his tasks despite his frail state. It also granted him the full control over fire that he would have had had he grown older. This only served to solidify Dezulaar's belief that Fate knew was it was doing, so he did as he believed that he had to.

So, for many years, Dezulaar travelled around the world, subtly nudging events and ponies towards what he deemed to be the correct path. It gave him great satisfaction to see events unfolding around him like he'd predicted, even with only the slightest nudges.

Now, Dezulaar speaks to the staff sometimes in his old tongue, now more than 4000 years old and hence mostly forgotten by everyone. He outlived everyone he had ever known, being ageless as he was, and although he finds it lonely Fate has become more of a friend to him than a master.

Personality: Deep-thinking and contemplative, Dezulaar tends to prefer thinking to talking. He also tends to be enigmatic and/or philosophical when he does speak. However, he is still amenable to making friends, and will try to befriend those he thinks he will be spending some time with.

Current Home: Smokey Mountain, where he has a small cave, but he travels far and often.

Misc: Dezulaar knows a multitude of different languages owing to his long life, some of which have gone extinct. He occasionally speaks in these languages, sometimes slipping into them unintentionally instead of normal English.

Name: Vipera Sanies.

Race: Originally a Unicorn, now a hybrid of pony and snake, due to an accident.

Age: 19.

Mane: Long, lush, glossy black, slightly curly.

Coat: Dark, sage green.

Cutie mark.: A shining dagger, dripping a light green liquid from the tip.

Extra details that aren’t needed but are nice to add: Toxic green eyes.

Distinguishing Features: Her left eye, which is solidly toxic green(whites and iris gone, replaced by a single color.) and has a reptilian pupil. Her fangs, forked tongue, and her now omnivorous nature. Vipera is also very pretty.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): She kept a lot of cobra when the spell that turned her into a snake went wrong. Very flexible, extremely fast, and has mildly neurotoxic saliva, which makes movement sluggish and difficult. She also has knowledge of many venoms and their natural antidotes. Immunity to all venoms, but not plant-based poisons. Also good with her knives, but not a great fighter.

Weaknesses: Does not do very well in extreme heat or extreme cold. Sometimes goes near berzerk when called a 'Freak' or 'Monster', but can control herself better than the first few weeks of being a hybrid. Not the strongest, or the most endurant.

Occupation: Canterlot Noble.

Gear: Several types of poisons and antidotes to those poisons. Two stilettos, both silver, both enchanted to be extremely sharp and endurant. A simple silver circlet, given to her by her father. Sometimes wears a black cloak.

History: Vipera was born in Canterlot, raised in Canterlot, and has never set hoof outside the city, having somewhat of a sheltered life. Vipera was originally adept at focusing her magic around to detect all form of poisons and venoms, but when she was eighteen, a friend had asked for her help in practicing transformation spells. It went well originally, Vipera being successfully turned into a cobra, but then it went wrong, when she was turned back, it was incomplete, Vipera keeping some of the cobra's likeness. After a year, she began to accept her new look, but still missed her horn, though her body regularly generates mana as it would if she was still a regular unicorn. Vipera still gets fed up with insults all around by other nobles, but has gotten used to it, and rarely gets angry anymore. She currently takes care of her manor when her parents are not home, for they rarely are, and takes company with her pet python, Delores. Vipera rarely goes out.

Personality: Kind, gentle, strong-willed, but when someone insults her or a friend, they shall meet her blades, or she will get them back in a different way. Sometimes shy.

Current Home: Canterlot.

Misc: Gets very lonely.

Name: Queen

Race: Zebricorn

Age: 28

Mane: Blonde with one red streak and one black streak. Very long.

Coat: Snow white with reddish-black stripes, very faint.

Cutiemark: A crown with A Spade, Diamond, Heart, and Club, the four card sets, in gem form, onyx or ruby, depending on the set.

Distinguishing Features: Her faint stipes and how she is MPD. Her eyes also change depending on which personality is at the surface. Red or black iris, and the reversed color for pupils, and her pupils vaguely resemble the different shape of the card set symbols, but stay close to the normal circular shape.

Specialty: Dealing cards at a Las Pegas Casino, watching the movements of others to prevent cheating. She also has some skill in fighting.

Weaknesses: Low magical ability, only capable of simple levitation or teleportation, the latter tiring her quickly.

Occupation: Card Dealer

Gear: Heart has a pocket knife, Club has a baseball bat, Spade has a double barrel shotgun, and Diamond has a revolver. All four weapons are in the same storage spell, but they rarely touch each others' weapons, as a sort of unspoken promise, unless, of course, they are working together for once. She always wears a red-and-black checkered bowtie.

History: Queen was born and raised in Las Pegasus, but her family fell on hard times and she learned from watching her father to prevent cheating at poker games, helping with her father's games, and keeping him from losing unfairly. Originally an averagely kind mare, the first of her four personalities split off from the rest around age 11, when she found a stray dog being attacked by another dog, and saved it. The second appeared around thirteen, during an average game, when half of the players were cheating. The third appeared at age seventeen, when a couple drunk stallions tried to rape Queen, and handed their asses to them, almost literally. The fourth appeared when someone bet Queen two hundred bit she couldn't go a four days without sleeping. As she got older she got a job at the smallest casino around and worked her way up to the biggest and best around. However, she has retained a soft spot for the down-trodden.

Personalities:

Heart is what the first was normally called. Kind and forgiving, selfless and caring. She has gotten the nickname of 'Beauty Queen', because she always likes to style her mane.

Diamond is the second. Greedy, unpredictable, and very mysterious, no one ever capable of seeing an emotion she does not wish them to see. And has most of her self control.

Club was the third to appear. Club is, by far, the most violent, and slightly sadistic. Club embodies all of her violent tendencies and thoughts, there to fight any who threaten Queen.

Spade was the fourth and final of Queen's personalities to appear. Reclusive, but has most of her determination. Never backs down from a challenge. Never seems to lose, and is always there when Queen needs some luck.

Current Home: Las Pegasus

Misc: Every part of her mind loves chocolate.

Shoryu wrote:

Name: Day "Dream" Dreamer

Approved

kirbymaster1 wrote:

Name Cimche

This sheet seems to be missing a race. Please put this in.

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Alignment:one to keep to himself

If you're going to add the 'alignment' category, you must choose from one of the eight alignment options:
Lawful Good
Neutral Good
Chaotic Good
Lawful Neutral
Chaotic Neutral
Lawful Evil
Neutral Evil
Chaotic Evil
Otherwise, exclude this from your sheet.

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Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc):he is able to make illusions from the stone he has around his neck;charged by the moons presence as he sleeps. The stones power allows him to create illusions layered on inanimate/living things, making them change form or become invisible. He can also make illusions of things in mid-air, but he has not quite mastered it yet and is see-through; He can make a tune with his vocals that can put people to sleep (passed down by his mom cotton, sounds like soothing sheep bahs). good at soothing down ones anger, and is a lucid dreaming expert.

You need to clean this up; as it is, it's a complete mess of incomprehensible jabber.

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History:Cimche was a shy kid, feeling out of place because of his race. Thought he was not desecrated by who he was, he just felt like not being the odd one in a crowd.

He lives with his mom who goes by the name of cotton, she's a kind women (mare?). She would help out anyone in need, let it be hard work, or a simple task in which she would be rewarded. She became a little popular in the town of Ponyville for her deeds, more people asking her for help when they need it. It payed well to help the townsfolk, though she also had a small job to for extra support.

At the age of 7 he was an imaginative little foil. His mind was his playground, and the world a source of knowledge to create. He would sometimes look across the field, and in that field he would imagine himself taking down fierce dragons with sword in hand, or riding them in the days sky.

As he grew, he became interested in dreams, dreams of sleep to be specific. He would spend night and day studying the knowledge of dreams and dream meanings. And with study and practice mastered lucid dreaming. He had fun with the control he had in his dreams. He would fly, swim and run throught his dreamscape whenever he wanted.

On the 11 year of his birthday he was given a simple birthday party. Streamers wrapped around the tree they usually sleep next to on top of a hill, and a dozen cupcakes, all but one with  a candle in it. The sun was setting , making the grass a golden brown as just the two of them celebrated. The present unwraping began, and both him and his mom were confused to what was inside. A rock shining like the moons luminous hues was in the box without cottons knowing.

Cimche pulled a book out from the box with a letter attached reading "Happy Birthday" on  it.The book had an eye symbol on it, a blue glow to it making it kinda ominous. thought inside it was knowleage and instructions of the stone and how to sommon the power within. Time passed as he had studyed day and night, power showing itself within the stone.

Again, clean this up. Grammar, punctuation, proper sentence structure, proper spelling... your writing makes no sense without these things. Fix it.

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*Tulpa: A being that is created in the imagination by various techniques, after a certain point it is believed that the tulpa becomes sentient, operating by it's own personality and by its own accord.

Is this his race?

unity wolfpony wrote:

History: born a small house on the outskirts of the everfree forest. she was raised by her mother a vampony pegusus from cloudsdale, and her farther an elusive stallion that left when she was 1 and returned 5 years later, where she picked up her mothers equestrian dialect and vocabulary. Her mother was the loving sort but had almost no hope in others but put all her hopes on sky, it was all maintained that way until sky was 13. it was a summer day and a storm had be brewing, rose, sky's mother, went out to enjoy the weather, and the drop in pressure and temperature, when it broke out. On her way back home, a tree, struck by lightning fell atop her. It was instant but sky was always bitter that she never was able to say goodbye.

She inherited the house when she turned 18 and her father left. She soon heard of tale  that she had a half sister and soon after, lightning moved in with sky. When sky was 19, she found her mothers old diary and read of how she was hunted and protected rare races that were being hunted and even pouched, she decided to follow her lead and defend the races that still survived, but when she was 21 she killed a number of these hunter, and was to be hanged. On the day she was led to the noose, and saw all the angry ponies, she snapped her shackles and flew away as quick as she could, she burnt the house down and left with nigh no trace as she tries to find refuge

OK, up to this point I'd begun correcting this just to be nice but this is too much. I need capitalization, grammar, punctuation, and all the rest. Fix this and everywhere else where you have misspellings and other errors.


This is... OK enough. Clean it up, and I can render a real verdict.

veryveryfluttershy wrote:

Name: Candle Flame [WIP]

Finish the work to get a verdict. After you're finished, inform me so I can render a verdict and/or help correct it.

Ician wrote:

Name: Dezulaar

I generally approve of this character though there's something about the ageless servant of fate thing that... red-flags me somehow. While it doesn't make him overpowered, it makes his presence very difficult to fully square with canon. I'll speak to you about this in the chat and perhaps you can settle my nerves.

AurumTempestas wrote:

Name: Vipera Sanies.

Approved.

AurumTempestas wrote:

Name: Queen

Approved.

Ician wrote:

Name: Dezulaar

Approved.

Name: Lazarath Comedus

Race: Unicorn

Age: 27

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Mane: Red, tinged with small locks of green throughout.

Coat: Maroon

Cutie mark.: A mouth-watering, steaming apple pie.

Extra details that aren’t needed but are nice to add: He's a bit on the tall side, and on the big side, as he has a nasty tendency of eating more than he probably should.

Distinguishing Features: Despite his being a unicorn, one cannot normally see very much of Lazarath's horn through his tangle of a mane. This is because, well...it's actually broken. And only a small stub stub of it remains. Some sections have obviously been smoothed down, likely because they were causing problems, but it has largely gone untouched since the horn was broken off, leaving it a mess of jagged peaks and valleys. And no, he would not appreciate you touching it. Or staring at it.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): Lazarath's special talent is, of course, food. Primarily focused in the preparation of such but his build certainly indicates that it extends to consumption as well. But that is not to say that food is his only talent--it's certainly not the one fate has ever drawn him towards, and while he would infinitely prefer it to so, he has had very little time in his life to truly be the chef he would like to be.
No, his life has forced him to learn other skills. Years on the streets honed his capacity for hoof-to-hoof combat, a fact only excaberated by some of his more recent exploits. He is an accomplished combatant whilst unarmed, but he also shows no sign of any scruples when it comes to cheap tricks, deception, or just picking up any nearby objects and swinging them wildly.

Weaknesses: The stump of Lazarath's horn is rather sensitive to any sort of contact beyond the lay of his hair across it, and thusly he tries to hide the fact that it exists at all. He isn't exactly in the most perfect shape, so his endurance isn't quite what it could be.

Occupation: Traveler/Cook

Gear:
+Ponynet Crisis Cybernetics: Laz's entire digestive system has had a complete overhaul. Most visibly, in the way of razor sharp, metallic teeth and the plating of every surface of his mouth and throat, though also present all the way through the stomach, pancreas, liver, and other related organs, as well as enhancement of the small and large intestines. All of this has, admittedly, made him a little bulgier, but it also means he can essentially eat anything that isn't radioactive and that he can wrap his unhingeable jaw around, and in massive amounts at that. This also extends to the chemical aspects of the process. It can change the components of the stomach acid to allow for the actual break down of such things (up to and including metals and plastics), and his spittle actually contains amounts of concentrated hydroiodic acid, among other things, leaving it colored a dull brown and HIGHLY acidic. Due to the level of integration with his preexisting systems (namely, his muscles and bloodstream), the cybernetics use a relatively small amount of power compared to many others, though a complete depletion of power would mean he would starve to death in short order.
It is not suggested to put your hand in his mouth. Even if you get it back, it'll probably be corroded just by being in there.

History: (I only have a for-sure history for the Ponynet Crisis-verse, so no, don't expect it to reflect too well on canon Equestria. After all, PC is a much darker world overall.)
Born to a relatively poor family in Stalliongrad, Lazarath was abandoned at the ripe young age of five. The next several years were spent largely begging for food or shelter, living on the streets with whatever pieces of trash he could appropriate and put to decent use, or doing whatever odd jobs anypony would think him useful for.
By the time he was twelve, Lazarath had managed to secure more permanent work. Of course, it was not easy for him, nor was it particularly rewarding. He was certainly underpaid for the amount of work he was doing, and he was essentially chained to his new boss, and had to do whatever was asked of him. But it was just enough to survive with, so he made do.
Growing up did little to help Lazarath move up in the world.
Years went past. Lazarath went through the most adventurous chapters of his life from 12 to 24. And at the end of it all, he was left with a city-state that was much happier and far freer than it had been in decades, a heavy bag of bits in thanks, a very dead father-figure, his brother's blood on his hooves, a horn that had been completely decimated and ripped from its proper resting place. He was a twenty-four-year-old unicorn with no magic, no cutie mark, no useful skills, no prospects, and no business sense.
So, he did what anypony would do. He took risks, some of which paid off, and most of which did not. By the end of the year, he'd lost all the money, and spent his days working as a chef's assistant to keep a slowly growing debt from swallowing him up in one gulp. In three months, he found an opportunity to get rid of the debt: a Stalliongrad cybernetics company in need of equine test subjects for incredibly experimental implants, willing to pay more than enough to settle his debts.
In his case, the implants were a great success. What he wasn't told until afterwards was that every other test subject had died almost immediately after surgery, and the instruction and physical therapy that came along with the project left him without a job or home to return to.
He didn't even bother dealing with his debt before he left Stalliongrad once and for all.

Personality: After all he's been through, Lazarath ought to have come out incredibly jaded and utterly cynical. And it's likely most ponies that are not Lazarath would be such after similar experiences. While he's certainly quite a bit unhinged and his morals are utterly shot to hell, he is almost disturbingly happy-go-lucky. It doesn't matter what he's doing, he's always got a smile plastered on his face, likely accompanied by several layers of paint and a good dose of weatherproofing. It's a rare occurance for this facade of happiness to peel away, but it's never good for anyone involved.

Current Home: No Permanent Residence.

Misc: I <3 U Dual

Name: Mournevere 
Race: Griffon 
Age: 23
Mane: None. White, voluminous, slicked back feathers. 
Coat: White
Cutie mark.: None

Distinguishing Features: Mournevere is an albino Raven Panther Griffon. Her body is pure white and her eyes are a light red. At first glance she can easily be mistaken for a dove. 
 
Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): Stealth and close range combat. Despite not seeming able to blend into the darkness, Mournevere manages it very, very well. Highly agile, silent and good with blades, this Griffin can take someone out before they even begin to think something's wrong.
Highly skilled in various martial arts, getting into range of this female's taloned hands is not recommended in the slightest. You will be saying hello to the ground very quickly. That is, if she's in a good mood. If she isn't, you'll be gurgling hello to your throat as it's shown to you. 
Her more subtle skills involve being able to seem totally innocent and almost saint like, camouflaging and hiding her inner assassin at a moment's notice. But beneath the sweet shell lies a stone cold killer. 
Who can make a lovely Victoria Sponge. 

Weaknesses: Doesn't let others get close to her, can be ice cold when dealing with others and is hard pressed to accept friendship. She hasn't quite got the knack for it yet, and so doesn't know how to talk to others in normal situations. Situations that don't involve a knife to their throat. Doesn't like braggarts, and will deal with them without hesitation to take them down a peg. 

Occupation: Mercenary, Assassin, Nurse. 

Gear: Mournevere often has various weapons of Ninjutsu hidden on her person, from kunai and shurikens in her wings to a dagger hidden up her sleeves. And this is during her day job as a nurse. 
On the job Mournevere likes to use a katana, a Kusarigama, a specially designed collapsing naginata, a compact, eight round crossbow and, her personal favourite, forearm mounted extending blades. Two blades that extend on either side of her hands, one longer blade that extends above her hand.   
All this and while dressed in a different uniform to her usual nurse's one. Very, very dark blue, tightish, clothing that covers her whole body, hiding away its colour, complete with a mask part, specially made out of a blacked out metal to cover her eyes and the top part of her beak. 
 
History: Born a mere fifteen minutes after her twin brother, Grievern, Mournevere suffered the same fate as him. She grew up along side him, supporting each other through the hard times in the crime infested town they lived it. But while Grievern took the path of the Gun, Mournevere went down the path of shadows and backstabbing. No one ever suspected the cute girl of being the one responsible for dead bodies in alleyways, and those who did respected her. It was just that kinda town. She was Grievern's hand in the shadows as he watched through a scope, and to this day that is how they work best, her infiltrating, and the older brother providing cover. 
She left the town when he did, and the two went their separate ways. However, the two often meet for special jobs, and Mournevere knows of every single Safehouse Grievern has. 

Personality: Cold, malicious and heartless to those she doesn't know, this Griffin can actually be quite happy and childish when she actually manages to make a friend, and is loyal to them first, then the paycheck. 

Current Home: Apartment in Manehatten, though she does travel a fair bit.

Misc: If you call her a freak you will find broken glass in your next meal.

Brony_Khaos wrote:

Name: Lazarath Comedus

Since this is outside canon-verse... approved.

Johnny Maker wrote:

Name: Mournevere

<3 <3 <3

Approved!!!