OOC: OOC = Out of character. IC = In character. Post notes = OOC notes explaining IC actions to help with comprehension. Had my profile approved by med via PM, edited it to include what was sent to me as I'm not sure how the statistics system works as I don't know what the defaults are whether they start at 0 or are different based on race/perk/sex/whatever or whether those or the interplay between them that gives you your level 1 statistics. I will need someone to help with that but I will RP like I intended my character sheet to allow and retract anything that doesn't conform to the owner's rules without a fuss. I'm playing this as if my character had been going somewhere and ended up here instead, he won't have amnesia but he will be confused about where he came from and where he was going as I haven't used him like half a decade and have forgotten what he was doing last myself. He won't be able to leave the same way he came and he will find most of his abilities mysteriously sealed, only able to use what his body/mind/Equestrian physics can support in this reality as he adjusts to it(levels up).
Post notes: Old habit from old forums, I chuck stuff here for clarification before reading. A lot of people used to this a decade ago. Also used to chuck the song I was listening to, people did that a lot too to help theme their posts. Mostly midis, we got youtube now:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRBkcN3FGws Frog Theme - Metal Guitar Cover
IC: With a brilliant flash of light so bright it overpowers the sun in the sky by a thousand fold for fraction of a second, a terrifying large bolt of lighting tears though the blue cloudless sky toward a forest just outside of Ponyville reaching out from somewhere deep in space to shatter the ground of a clearing in the forest with the more force than an artillery strike and shaking the earth with a mighty roar. The point of impact glows a faint red with the residual heat where the bolt touched earth and upon it stands a young man clad in white, his knee-length white cape flapping in the dying wind as he regards his scenery with a steely gaze. The verdant sunlit grove he is standing in was battered a little by the wind kicked by the lightning but remains otherwise untouched except for the exact point the lightning struck, a small jagged circle of grass blackened by electricity.
"Is this where I was meant to come? I wonder..." The young man soft lips twist into a frown as he begins to stride through the forest, obviously confused by he surroundings. Where he ever came from and wherever he was going, it certainly wasn't Equestria. Soon the forest begins to thin out again and he spots a town in the distance through a clearing with a dirt road leading towards it, couldn't be further than a mile away by rough estimate. "Walking is for pleb..." Mutters the young man as he looks down at his knee-height white leather riding boots; they were polished to a mirror like sheen when he arrived. As he nears town, young man slows his pace and dusts off his white trousers and white tunic before giving the gold buttons a quick polish with his thumb and the edge of his matching white cape. Finally stopping on the outskirts of town, he readjusts his long white cape to cover his left arm and shoulder as well as conceal his rapier from anyone standing in front of him who might give him only a cursory glance.; not every place he had visited in the past had appreciated strangers waltzing into town openly baring arms. Anyone who saw him from the side behind would see the end of his rapier's sheathe poking out from under his white cape though and no one would be able to mistake it for but a weapon.
"Mmm... Gonna need a place to stay while I work out where I am..." The young man reaches under his cape and pulls out a small but heft bag filled with various coins and currencies from myriad of destinations and opens up to check if he has something people in town might trade for a lodgings and a meal, maybe a vehicle or a mount if he has enough money.
"Shin-Ra scrip, eh... Junk now." The young man tosses some tattered, scrappy scrip on the ground and keeps rifling through the coin purse, finding a couple of thousand Gil notes that would still be good in Midgar but probably useless here; that he actually keeps. There is a few dozen gold and silver coins of different values weighing it down and a smattering of raw gemstones like diamonds, rubies, sapphires and emeralds, all very valuable depending where you're trying to barter with them. He'd been places where diamonds were as plentiful as rain drops and cities where gold paved the streets and people payed debts with time deducted from their lives; hopefully something he was carrying was useful or he'd be demeaned to hunting or even worse... manual labor to buy food and shelter.
It is only when he looks up from the coin purse and sees a brightly coloured pastel pony pass him without a rider or a saddle that he begins to realize something is amiss with this dimension he has found himself in, he considers trying to reign in the errant animal but decides against it as it is not his place to go corralling other people's property and continues into town. As the man in white strides toward the center of town he tries to remember why he came here or if he even MEANT to come here in the first place, finding the events of the last few weeks to be a bit of blur in his mind. He loses himself in thought for a few moments and finds himself entering the town square at what he guesses is about noon from the position of the sky above, glancing around he realizes hasn't actually yet seen any sign of people yet all around him are brightly colored ponies of all descriptions engaged in all sorts of... strangely human activities. By a tree he sees one reading a book, by the fountain two are engaged in a deep conversation about the merits of... smiling while by a shop front you see two ponies haggling over the price of baked goods!
"Where the hell am I? And..." The young man trails off as he turns on the spot as he desperately searches the town for other people with his slate grey eyes, his lips twisting into a concerned frown as his left hand slowly moves up to grasp the hilt of his rapier concealed rather poorly under his cape. "And... Where the hell are all the people?" He continues still in disbelief, he doesn't understand why a town of... ponies would live in houses with door handles... How did they get onto the rooftops to shingle them? He has a terrible thought, maybe the people in this dimension are the work animals and the ponies are the masters here? It would explain why there are door knobs on some of the front doors and it's explain why he hasn't seen any people; they've all been put in prison camps and are only allowed out for labor he wildly speculates.
