[[Independent Humanized Rarity and, on occasion, Sweetie Belle RP account]]
Die Tonight. Livve forevver: On the subject of disliked/cruel characters
Not putting this under a cut because it needs to be read, and I will probably be reblogging it a lot.
As you all may remember from quite a while back, a magic anon turned Scorpius female.
I made a genuine effort to be true to the character. I was mean, cruel, a sort of…
((Alright, now I know someone’s going to call me out on white-knighting but seriously? This is ridiculous. Heroes get nowhere without their antagonists and if there was no one to play the antagonistic characters then the worlds we’ve ALL created in our heads would be fucking pointless. Good needs bad.
Does this mean the Moderator is a bad person? No. It means they understand the grasp it takes to play multi-faceted characters and apply their skills well. They can analyze and break down the motivations of the more ‘unsavory’ characters and if anything should be lauded for such accomplishment, not targeted. I find this to be absolutely repulsive and pathetic, as a roleplayer who’s main character typecast is the antagonist/batshit/dark character. I feel my ability is offended and above all insulted by foolish immaturity like this. I’m not an evil person. I love helping people. I’m going into nursing to devote my life to caring for the weak and sick. Just because I can get into the heads of serial killers, murderers, and mad scientists and emulate them in fantasy does not make me a madman in reality.
Grow. The. Fuck. Up.
And to those of you who play these characters, continue to do so. Don’t let anyone stop you because people like you and I are just as important to the roleplaying community. I applaud every single one of you for your talent at playing the darker side to the coin. It isn’t always easy, it presents challenges that are much more difficult than white-knighting your way through every series (not to say heroes can’t rp too! Not saying that at all!)
Don’t ever be discouraged for your talent.))
(( Did you know alot of Tricksters go quiet or Innactive for the very same reason? :\ I mean, yeah, we’re not entirely ‘Canon Characters’, but after a while is any roleplayer really canon? So much development happens.. but.. that’s not the point. Point is, if there’s an evil/murderous/clinically insane character or what have you, that in no way means the Mun or the Person behind the character is the same way. And like the Marquis (Stormy, love that woman platonically) said, most of this shit that we do has to be planned and approved by the other roleplayer first. You may not SEE IT, because we may do it in Asks, or Tags, or external messengers, but most the shit we do we ask. Because we don’t want to trigger people, we don’t want to upset people OOC, and we want both parties having FUN. Okay? ))((oh my god i hate when people i’ve/pinkamena’s never met come up like, ‘YOU MONSTER, YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID BLAH BLAH’
because um, didn’t ‘cupcakes’ take place secretly in her basement? okay sure, they might have noticed rainbow dash was missing afterward, but they would only know a few details if any, right? i haven’t read any of the sequels but logically speaking, i’m sure rumors would have spread, but not much more
and it’s not like everypony would know all the details even if she was found out
it drives me crazy
i haven’t gotten any crap ooc, but it bugs me when like random people who have nothing to do with me, or even the mane six probably, lunge at me to exact justice or something with their fancy demon wings and sharingans and bazookas and ancient magic or something
or on the other hand, are like ‘oh i’ve seen your work, let’s be friends’
like no
she’s feeding an unsuspecting naturally vegetarian public meat from their kind
meat from which its victims were brutally tortured beforehand in the basement, then carefully and cleverly disguised into baked goods
how could you hear about that!?
like
i don’t even know))
((I have crazy amounts of respect for people who can be evil characters or mean characters and can actually manage to keep it up, and not only be able to manage a little deviation/development without losing the spirit of the character itself, but also manage to separate IC from OOC without being mean OOC or not being able to continue RPing as the character (because face it, if you met someone who was not only a complete insufferable ass IC, but also a complete insufferable ass OOC, it’d be awful.)
I’m sure I could play some mean-ass dick or whatever and do well, but after a week or so? All the energy would be taken out of me and I couldn’t do it anymore. I wouldn’t be able to play someone or somepony who is an absolute ass without NEEDING to find some form of retribution. Which is why I love RP’ers like Pinkamena, Clyde, Nightmare Moon, and then various RP’ers from different fandoms; they can manage to do well and not falter.
So congrats, and don’t let anyone tell you OOC that you suck and need to die or fuck you or whatever.))
I’m not hearing an argument against abortion.
I’m hearing a fucking demonic baby. You kill that infant this instant before it dooms us all.
“13.” Clyde was a big man. It was one of his only traits that he couldn’t purposely use to intimidate someone. Although people tended to stray away from an almost 7 foot tall man covered in dirt who also smelled like dirt.
Rarity glanced down at his feet and back up at Clyde and wrote down the shoe size. She took a final lookover at him and nodded. “Well then, I got everything I need! Please come back after you finished your job, and I’ll give you the clothing, Mister…?”
Think fast Clyde, think fast Clyde, think fast- “Pac. Mister Pac” His face maintained its tombstone rigidity, betraying no form of emotion whatsoever. If he was right, everyone might have already known who he was, and for the life of him, he couldn’t afford, wouldn’t afford, and refused to let his past actions creep back in and pull the rug from beneath his feet.
Of course, Rarity didn’t know anything concerning Clyde, and nodded and wrote down Mister Pac. With a smile, she put her stuff down at the desk and shook his hand. “Thank you sir! Come back when you’re done with your job! Trust me, you won’t regret it!”
“13.” Clyde was a big man. It was one of his only traits that he couldn’t purposely use to intimidate someone. Although people tended to stray away from an almost 7 foot tall man covered in dirt who also smelled like dirt.
Rarity glanced down at his feet and back up at Clyde and wrote down the shoe size. She took a final lookover at him and nodded. “Well then, I got everything I need! Please come back after you finished your job, and I’ll give you the clothing, Mister…?”
Clyde stood around and began looking at the clothes, dresses, suits, and other accessories present about the place. The air had a nice fragrance too it, a nice contrast to the rocky, musty smell of the rock farm. (Just a hat, maybe a five minutes and then I’m out of here) He told himself. (Maybe, ask for some air freshener. Maybe.)
Rarity came back downstairs, measuring tape in-hand. With almost no warning, she started measuring the length of Clyde’s arms, legs, and head. She prodded Clyde to move a bit and measured his waist, as well as his total height. After a minute or two of writing down the measurements, she looked back up at Clyde. “So, one more question; what’s your shoe size? I can make you some clothes, get some fitting shoes, and a hat as well!”
He was too tired to put up any opposition. His head hurt, he sprained his back getting up this morning, and maybe he could at least use a new hat. “Fine.” He said begrudgingly. He walked into the boutique and was struck by the fragrance lingering in the air.
Rarity bounced her way into the boutique and had Clyde stand by a flat surface she put up especially for measuring. She went behind the main desk and looked all over for the measuring tape, but she couldn’t find it. A small series of swears found their way out of her mouth before she popped back up sighing. “I’m going to go upstairs and get the measuring tape, alright? I’m sure it’s upstairs anyway. I’ll be less than 5 minutes!” Rarity quietly walked upstairs, not wanting to wake a sleeping Sweetie Belle.
Rarity sighed and groaned a bit. “I’m sure, but she’s such a handful… I can hardly keep track of her with the crusading and stuff, and I can’t imagine her running around with all my tools.”
“Why not go out to an amusement park for a day with her? That’s fun!”
“Hmm… do you know of any? I’m not familiar with any amusement parks.”
