Mister Lionheart

Mister Lionheart


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Gender: Male

Species: Pegasus

Mane: The color of red.

Tail: The same color.

Eyes: His eyes are a fiery blue, but they are mostly unseen because he wears shades all the time. The only time he takes them off is when he studies.

Body: He's a bit stronger than the average Pegasi. Standing at 5'4", And an average wingspan.

Cutie Mark: He has the cutie mark of a booth with the word Information on the glass.

Age: Adult.

Personality:
He is a nice, smart pony who is always willing to put himself in front of others. He has an interest in types of glasses. He likes to party, and also help give a lending hand.

Likes: Information, Technology advancements, Music in genereral, books, glasses (prefers shades), partying, and helping.

Dislikes: Bullies, Ignorance, Anything he cannot learn, The reason 'Because I said so!'

History: Mister Lionheart was born with the gift of knowledge. As a child, he asked as much questions as he could possible, like 'How does magic run in unicorns', or 'Why do we sleep at night?' He has kept all of his knowledge with him these past years. He has had 'Straight A's in all of the advanced classes he has had. He was born in Cloudsdale, but had moved to Ponyville shortly after seeing a 'Sonic Rainboom' he had learned came from somepony that lived in Ponyville, in hopes for learning about it more. He works as a Information Breaker in Ponyville, and will only mention something about it when brought up. He keeps a diary where he writes his latest adventures or stories, and is fine with calling it a diary.

Example RP segment:#5

One day, while I was walking across the (Not so Many) Streets of Ponyville, I looked at what happened to be a fight. Naturally, I started to gallop over to where this fight was. It turns out it was just an earth colt, taking what seemed to be a earth filly's lunch money. Alright, Stay calm, I thought to myself. I tapped the colt on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but I can't seem to notice that you ha--

"Who are YOU looking at," The colt questions, throwing the filly to the floor. As the filly hit the floor, she scrambles all the bits dropped and hides under a table. The nerve of ponies these days.

"I believe I'm looking at a bully." I say, tapping him. We were both face to face. "I would kindly advise as to walk away, as I don't like BULLIES."

"Yea, so? I don't like Pegasi, so maybe YOU should run!" He was jabbing me with his hoof. "Or do I have to FORCE you to run?"

"Oh, You don't have to force me to run." I said, unfolding my wings. My Idea is to annoy him so that I won't arouse any unwanted attraction, or fights, for that matter. "I can fly quite fine."

Suddenly, He turns around. I quickly jump to the side, folding my wings as well. He bucks the air. So much for a peaceful approach. He charges at me, going head first, in the attempt to ram me. I quickly step to the side, and push him with enough force to knock him off balance. He runs into a dressing hanger, managing to end up in a shirt a bit to big for him.

"I thought you were going to force me to run," I exclaimed making sure that those around me could hear, including him. "But instead, You're the one doing the running!" I laughed, and more of the others started to giggle.

"Shut up," He yelled back. He charged at me again, this time a bit more faster. While unfolding my wings, I jumped in mid air and started to hover. The colt was dumbfounded as he ran into a milk stand. Now I started to laugh at him even more.

"Stop it!" I laughed, and faked it so that I was laughing hard. "No more, I'll laugh to death if you keep this up!" By the colt looked exhausted, and was trapped in the wreckage. I walked up to him, calming down and getting serious. "Listen. I'm sorry, but you shouldn't bully. All you need is someone to stand up to you, and you'll make yourself look like a fool." I offered him a hoof. "Understand?"

"... I..." He was hesitant. "... I understand." The colt grabbed my hoof. "Next time, I won't be so dumb."

"Now, you wanted something about lunch?" The crowd was back doing their regular activities. "Do you not have any money?"

"Yeah. I don't... Do you have anything to eat?" He asks.

"No... But I can get some for you. On one condition."

"What?"

"Say sorry to the filly and tell her to follow you. Lunch is on me."

And that was the end of that. I had gotten their food, and yes, I did pay. Those two are actually good friends now. [Page 31 of Mister Lionheart's Diary.]

Hello Mister Lionheart!

The purpose of the RP segment is to assess one's proficiency in interpreting and responding appropriately, which you do so successfully. In the future, it may be beneficial to respond to one of our available prompts. This is so that we can understand your OC as fully as possible.

Other things that we look for are basic structural components which indicate to us that the OC has taken due thought. It's totally understandable for some of the OC's characteristics to be purposefully omitted. The most secure applications provide a solid foundation for their character while still concealing these secrets. Maybe you can develop his personality. Parts of his history that need not be revealed later in role play might also be useful to identify. For example, you might include where he has lived before and where he lives now. Are there some events in his childhood worth noting, but which will not compromise his secrecy?

Thanks.

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Happy writing!
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