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The Basics
Name: John Smith
Nickname/Other names: Mr. Smith, John.
Gender: Male.
Age: Over 900.
Hometown: Ponyville, Equestria; Hasbro Universe
Canon: "Time Turner" aka "Doctor Hoof" from "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic."
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The Outside and the In
Face Claim/PB:
Appearance:
Personality:
Do you remember when you were a child? Not when you were young and you were already becoming shaped by the world you lived in- even jaded. I mean, when you were really young; when you looked at the world with wonder- when you looked at a leaf floating on the breeze and were so enraptured by it, you'd follow it, jumping around it and delighted in it every movement. When things you see now as dangerous were just another fascinating mystery in this impossibly big world. When that world it seemed was so huge- you'd look at your back yard and imagine the buildings beyond it, and beyond those buildings were field and beyond that was a whole country! You'd stare at the ocean that stretched at the horizon and see it go on forever and way beyond that were whole other countries, so impossibly far away- that ocean so impossibly deep and fading into blackness. You'd stare up at the stars and see not a sky, but a great dark ocean looming over you and you'd claw at the ground just to be sure that you wouldn't fall into that impossible void and you'd float in that great beyond, another star among a trillion billion others where anything impossible could happen and the very thought of it excited you and gave you goosebumps!
That is the life of John Smith. Lived in a constant state of perpetual wonder. Oh many others would become disenchanted with life, the more they learn. Everything is explained away oh so scientifically. The days and seasons come and go because of a planets rotation and its orbit around it's sun. The colouring of the Matio Nebula in the Soaron Galaxy is because it's dust particles have been altered by the gravitic mass at the nebula's heart, that allow the naked eye to see the incredible array of colour. Everything become a scientific explanation and cold boring fact.
Not so for John Smith- oh yes he knows his sciences and has forgotten more than what most geniuses dream of understanding in a lifetime. But that wonder, that child-like wide eyed wonder at the sheer awesomeness of the universe is not ever for one moment lost on him.
In fact, it is that stuffy cold fact knowing way of many of his contemporaries that lead him to his wandering. What was the point in knowing about life and the universe if one didn't experience it?! That is John Smith- a pony who experiences life, the universe and other things. For better or worse. Oh the things he's seen- the glories, the wonders...and the horrors. But not a moment of it, not a single moment of it, he would lose. Life and experience shape a pony and his plethora of experiences have certainly shaped him. But it is the choices- I'm not talking what do you want for lunch choices, but the hard choices, the impossible choices, those choices that haunt your dreams for years that echo in your ears...it's those choices, that define a pony. It's in those critical moments, that we decide who we are. John Smith, is The Doctor. The one who makes people better.
John Smiths razor sharp intellect and compassionate heart, all who he is, is determined into a driving force to make people better. Yes, he travels all time and space in his joy for life, but everywhere he goes, by choice or fate, he gives himself and has given himself to make people better.
Those that try to oppress others, to break the backs of others for their own gains; John Smith despises, but even then, he tries all he can to see them turn around- for if they have the power to oppress, how much more would they have the power for good if they chose. His is an unflinching sense of right and wrong. Unfortunately, sometimes when traveling in time, he must endure an evil to continue- as the laws of time cannot be tampered with. A sad fact which often shatters his hearts.
He's a friendly fellow with a constant smile and in insatiable curiosity. Always giving people a chance to prove themselves, even if they might not deserve it. He hasn't ever been a fan of violence, much preferring quick wits and fast legs to carry him out of undesirable situations.
Now however....John Smith has suffered a great ordeal in his Shift and suffers significant amnesia. Aside from working through the physical trauma of his injuries, he's currently working through the confusion of not knowing who he is or where he has come from. While the silk tongues of the nurses and suits usually put him at ease, he does suffer a good deal of apprehension over his lost identity. Often lapsing into long bouts of silence and what the doctors call depression, he cannot escape a consuming sense of loss. That he is kept confined to the infirmary does nothing to help his mental health and the dreams he sometimes has, fantastic places and horrifying nightmares that wake him screaming in the ward. He's constantly faced with that one nagging question. Who am I?
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Right Up to that Key Moment
History:
The life and history of the pony behind "John Smith" is incredibly complex. In fact, his life is not bound by the typical space-time paramaters you and I face; as such, finding a place to begin is irrelevant. There are only two things you need to know to begin to have an understanding of him.
Firstly, is is no ordinary pony- in fact, he's extraordinary. For he is a Time Turner of Gallopfree- a breed of ponies from beyond the stars. Masters of space and time.
The second is that "John Smith" has lived many lives- some even crossing each others paths; but the life we are concerned about is the pony he was before he was "Shifted".
There comes a moment in every Time Turners life, especially when ones life has become notable or even legend; that a moment of simplicity is desired. Not the bustle of tourist worlds or the excitement of newly discovered places. Most certainly not the Whispering Peaks of Octavius IV- where he had most recently been; locked in a battle of wits against his Nemesis who sought to use the whispering quality of the mountains to transmit a code across space the would unravel the very fabric of reality.
But the simplicity of fishing at a pond or rowing down a river. For John Smith, that simplicity was found in Ponyville; a lovely little town in Equestria on a quaint little backwater world he'd become enamored with over the centuries.
His arrival in Ponyville was an eventful one. After parking his time vehicle for from the town, he arrived in time for a parade. He delighted in the experience of the culture and could feel himself relax for the first time in decades. Such feelings were short lived however as he was bowled over by a trio of fillies chasing after a float. If that wasn't welcome enough, then the hoof shoved in his side knocking him down again was. He stared up at the stranger who'd treated him so rudely- a rather cranky mare who demanded to know where he'd been.
Between her ranting, John Smith could gather that this pony believed she had known him for some time and he had just vanished from her life without a word.
Realising the wibbliness of the situation, he attempted to placate the irate mate, trying to explain how time could be a big ball of timey wimey- but she wasn't exactly in a listening mood. She'd searched for his machine at the usual place in town but couldn't find it. He asked why he's have it in town- his holiday suddenly getting complicated.
Apparently, he had had a Parasprite problem in the Everfree Forest- where he was currently parked. Finding opportunity in another rant to slip away; he hurried back to find his machine infested. It took him a long time, but he finally managed to get the pesky critters out- although not without some damage to the controls. When he tried moving his machine to the place the mare had mentioned, it moved himself and the parasprite asleep atop. The little critter was shaken awake in time and was spat out upon some hillside who-knows-when.
John Smith rematerialised in the towns clock tower. He fell in love with the sound and smell of the whirring gears and clunking clogs- such a novel was to track time. It was here, moments after he turned on his vehicles perception field (to prevent anyone from noticing it), that he was approached by Ponyvilles mayor.
Initially he was taken aback- she had addressed him as Time Turner; how could she have possibly known what he was? As the conversation progressed, it became apparent she had been expecting a "Mr. Time Turner" of Trottingham; who had been accepted for the position of clock keeper. A shown application of the application in his own hoof-writing brought a smile to his face.
Assuring the mayor that the towns clocks were in good hooves, he waited till she left before he made a quick trip in his machine to make sure that "Mr Time Turner of Trottingham" applied for his position.
His return to Ponyville brought him to a beautiful day and a nifty identity to hide behind.
He enjoyed his small little life only for a short while though; as it soon become apparent that exciting things could happen in small places. Whether that be buying apples from a rambunctious little fillie, or being trapped in a pool of jelly for hours in a chocolate rain-storm. Yet, as odd and fantastical as the situations that arose, the ponies of Ponyville always managed to solve the problem in delightful fashion. Actually, it was an odd but refreshing feeling for him to be rescued for a change.
He eventually met that irate pony through his clock keeping duties- at this point in time she was certainly much more agreeable without all the yelling. She had a rather temperamental clock which gave cause for a lot of meetings.
He eventually became friends with her and trusted her with his secret after her many talks of wanting to see new places. That, and he was getting a bit restless. The two made a quiet, weekly habit of venturing out into all of space and time; but those are other stories. She did beg him to take her to a particular tea party in Canterlot once, but he knew the one of which she spoke of- he had been to it several times as his previous selves and going there could cause a tear in the very fabric of reality which would do a lot of unpleasant things to every inhabitant of the galaxy in all of time.
Key Moment: John Smith's Shift took place 3 months before his initial arrival in Ponyville (as his current self.) For those who are unable to fully comprehend the timey-wimey-ness of his existence; that places his Shift 3 months before the Summer Harvest Parade.
He was in Ponyville's Clocktower finishing up some routine maintenance when his shift took place.
As a result of his shift, John Smith suffers significant amnesia.
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A Roleplaying Shift
RP Sample:
Tock. Tock. Tock. Tock.
The steady passage of time was a comforting sound to Time Turner. It was constant. Unchangeable- mostly. No matter what he'd faced; what grave forces had conspired to unravel the very forces of nature. Time continued. Forward, backward- even sideways. A constant companion. It was his constant companion. Of all the those who had accompanied him through space and time; it was Time that was always with him- and his mistress: his machine. She (he always called her she; the time machine may very well appear to be an inanimate object, but over the centuries, her curious personality shone through) sat respectfully behind him, a constant low, barely audible hum emanating from what appeared to be empty space- an advanced trick of perspective hiding her from view.
Tock. Tock. Tock. Tock.
The steady tocking of the Ponyville clock tower. That sound he enjoyed so much before; today, it made him feel: exceptionally sad. That steady sound, echoing time's ever ongoing journey only reminded him that time: stopped for no pony. Not even a Time Turner.
Member Name: Atrus
Member Age: 27
Other Characters: I was gonna do Fluttershy but took too long and she's now taken.
Tell us a Little About Yourself!: Lesse, I'm from Australia, engaged to an amazing woman who is on this site. I'm a gamer and RPer. I love animation- cop a lotta flack about it being for kids and that I'm just a big kid, but there's a lot of time, effort and love put into those things and I just really appreciate it.
The Basics
Name: John Smith
Nickname/Other names: Mr. Smith, John.
Gender: Male.
Age: Over 900.
Hometown: Ponyville, Equestria; Hasbro Universe
Canon: "Time Turner" aka "Doctor Hoof" from "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Outside and the In
Face Claim/PB:
Appearance:
Personality:
Do you remember when you were a child? Not when you were young and you were already becoming shaped by the world you lived in- even jaded. I mean, when you were really young; when you looked at the world with wonder- when you looked at a leaf floating on the breeze and were so enraptured by it, you'd follow it, jumping around it and delighted in it every movement. When things you see now as dangerous were just another fascinating mystery in this impossibly big world. When that world it seemed was so huge- you'd look at your back yard and imagine the buildings beyond it, and beyond those buildings were field and beyond that was a whole country! You'd stare at the ocean that stretched at the horizon and see it go on forever and way beyond that were whole other countries, so impossibly far away- that ocean so impossibly deep and fading into blackness. You'd stare up at the stars and see not a sky, but a great dark ocean looming over you and you'd claw at the ground just to be sure that you wouldn't fall into that impossible void and you'd float in that great beyond, another star among a trillion billion others where anything impossible could happen and the very thought of it excited you and gave you goosebumps!
That is the life of John Smith. Lived in a constant state of perpetual wonder. Oh many others would become disenchanted with life, the more they learn. Everything is explained away oh so scientifically. The days and seasons come and go because of a planets rotation and its orbit around it's sun. The colouring of the Matio Nebula in the Soaron Galaxy is because it's dust particles have been altered by the gravitic mass at the nebula's heart, that allow the naked eye to see the incredible array of colour. Everything become a scientific explanation and cold boring fact.
Not so for John Smith- oh yes he knows his sciences and has forgotten more than what most geniuses dream of understanding in a lifetime. But that wonder, that child-like wide eyed wonder at the sheer awesomeness of the universe is not ever for one moment lost on him.
In fact, it is that stuffy cold fact knowing way of many of his contemporaries that lead him to his wandering. What was the point in knowing about life and the universe if one didn't experience it?! That is John Smith- a pony who experiences life, the universe and other things. For better or worse. Oh the things he's seen- the glories, the wonders...and the horrors. But not a moment of it, not a single moment of it, he would lose. Life and experience shape a pony and his plethora of experiences have certainly shaped him. But it is the choices- I'm not talking what do you want for lunch choices, but the hard choices, the impossible choices, those choices that haunt your dreams for years that echo in your ears...it's those choices, that define a pony. It's in those critical moments, that we decide who we are. John Smith, is The Doctor. The one who makes people better.
John Smiths razor sharp intellect and compassionate heart, all who he is, is determined into a driving force to make people better. Yes, he travels all time and space in his joy for life, but everywhere he goes, by choice or fate, he gives himself and has given himself to make people better.
Those that try to oppress others, to break the backs of others for their own gains; John Smith despises, but even then, he tries all he can to see them turn around- for if they have the power to oppress, how much more would they have the power for good if they chose. His is an unflinching sense of right and wrong. Unfortunately, sometimes when traveling in time, he must endure an evil to continue- as the laws of time cannot be tampered with. A sad fact which often shatters his hearts.
He's a friendly fellow with a constant smile and in insatiable curiosity. Always giving people a chance to prove themselves, even if they might not deserve it. He hasn't ever been a fan of violence, much preferring quick wits and fast legs to carry him out of undesirable situations.
Now however....John Smith has suffered a great ordeal in his Shift and suffers significant amnesia. Aside from working through the physical trauma of his injuries, he's currently working through the confusion of not knowing who he is or where he has come from. While the silk tongues of the nurses and suits usually put him at ease, he does suffer a good deal of apprehension over his lost identity. Often lapsing into long bouts of silence and what the doctors call depression, he cannot escape a consuming sense of loss. That he is kept confined to the infirmary does nothing to help his mental health and the dreams he sometimes has, fantastic places and horrifying nightmares that wake him screaming in the ward. He's constantly faced with that one nagging question. Who am I?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Right Up to that Key Moment
History:
The life and history of the pony behind "John Smith" is incredibly complex. In fact, his life is not bound by the typical space-time paramaters you and I face; as such, finding a place to begin is irrelevant. There are only two things you need to know to begin to have an understanding of him.
Firstly, is is no ordinary pony- in fact, he's extraordinary. For he is a Time Turner of Gallopfree- a breed of ponies from beyond the stars. Masters of space and time.
The second is that "John Smith" has lived many lives- some even crossing each others paths; but the life we are concerned about is the pony he was before he was "Shifted".
There comes a moment in every Time Turners life, especially when ones life has become notable or even legend; that a moment of simplicity is desired. Not the bustle of tourist worlds or the excitement of newly discovered places. Most certainly not the Whispering Peaks of Octavius IV- where he had most recently been; locked in a battle of wits against his Nemesis who sought to use the whispering quality of the mountains to transmit a code across space the would unravel the very fabric of reality.
But the simplicity of fishing at a pond or rowing down a river. For John Smith, that simplicity was found in Ponyville; a lovely little town in Equestria on a quaint little backwater world he'd become enamored with over the centuries.
His arrival in Ponyville was an eventful one. After parking his time vehicle for from the town, he arrived in time for a parade. He delighted in the experience of the culture and could feel himself relax for the first time in decades. Such feelings were short lived however as he was bowled over by a trio of fillies chasing after a float. If that wasn't welcome enough, then the hoof shoved in his side knocking him down again was. He stared up at the stranger who'd treated him so rudely- a rather cranky mare who demanded to know where he'd been.
Between her ranting, John Smith could gather that this pony believed she had known him for some time and he had just vanished from her life without a word.
Realising the wibbliness of the situation, he attempted to placate the irate mate, trying to explain how time could be a big ball of timey wimey- but she wasn't exactly in a listening mood. She'd searched for his machine at the usual place in town but couldn't find it. He asked why he's have it in town- his holiday suddenly getting complicated.
Apparently, he had had a Parasprite problem in the Everfree Forest- where he was currently parked. Finding opportunity in another rant to slip away; he hurried back to find his machine infested. It took him a long time, but he finally managed to get the pesky critters out- although not without some damage to the controls. When he tried moving his machine to the place the mare had mentioned, it moved himself and the parasprite asleep atop. The little critter was shaken awake in time and was spat out upon some hillside who-knows-when.
John Smith rematerialised in the towns clock tower. He fell in love with the sound and smell of the whirring gears and clunking clogs- such a novel was to track time. It was here, moments after he turned on his vehicles perception field (to prevent anyone from noticing it), that he was approached by Ponyvilles mayor.
Initially he was taken aback- she had addressed him as Time Turner; how could she have possibly known what he was? As the conversation progressed, it became apparent she had been expecting a "Mr. Time Turner" of Trottingham; who had been accepted for the position of clock keeper. A shown application of the application in his own hoof-writing brought a smile to his face.
Assuring the mayor that the towns clocks were in good hooves, he waited till she left before he made a quick trip in his machine to make sure that "Mr Time Turner of Trottingham" applied for his position.
His return to Ponyville brought him to a beautiful day and a nifty identity to hide behind.
He enjoyed his small little life only for a short while though; as it soon become apparent that exciting things could happen in small places. Whether that be buying apples from a rambunctious little fillie, or being trapped in a pool of jelly for hours in a chocolate rain-storm. Yet, as odd and fantastical as the situations that arose, the ponies of Ponyville always managed to solve the problem in delightful fashion. Actually, it was an odd but refreshing feeling for him to be rescued for a change.
He eventually met that irate pony through his clock keeping duties- at this point in time she was certainly much more agreeable without all the yelling. She had a rather temperamental clock which gave cause for a lot of meetings.
He eventually became friends with her and trusted her with his secret after her many talks of wanting to see new places. That, and he was getting a bit restless. The two made a quiet, weekly habit of venturing out into all of space and time; but those are other stories. She did beg him to take her to a particular tea party in Canterlot once, but he knew the one of which she spoke of- he had been to it several times as his previous selves and going there could cause a tear in the very fabric of reality which would do a lot of unpleasant things to every inhabitant of the galaxy in all of time.
Key Moment: John Smith's Shift took place 3 months before his initial arrival in Ponyville (as his current self.) For those who are unable to fully comprehend the timey-wimey-ness of his existence; that places his Shift 3 months before the Summer Harvest Parade.
He was in Ponyville's Clocktower finishing up some routine maintenance when his shift took place.
As a result of his shift, John Smith suffers significant amnesia.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Roleplaying Shift
RP Sample:
Tock. Tock. Tock. Tock.
The steady passage of time was a comforting sound to Time Turner. It was constant. Unchangeable- mostly. No matter what he'd faced; what grave forces had conspired to unravel the very forces of nature. Time continued. Forward, backward- even sideways. A constant companion. It was his constant companion. Of all the those who had accompanied him through space and time; it was Time that was always with him- and his mistress: his machine. She (he always called her she; the time machine may very well appear to be an inanimate object, but over the centuries, her curious personality shone through) sat respectfully behind him, a constant low, barely audible hum emanating from what appeared to be empty space- an advanced trick of perspective hiding her from view.
Tock. Tock. Tock. Tock.
The steady tocking of the Ponyville clock tower. That sound he enjoyed so much before; today, it made him feel: exceptionally sad. That steady sound, echoing time's ever ongoing journey only reminded him that time: stopped for no pony. Not even a Time Turner.
Member Name: Atrus
Member Age: 27
Other Characters: I was gonna do Fluttershy but took too long and she's now taken.
Tell us a Little About Yourself!: Lesse, I'm from Australia, engaged to an amazing woman who is on this site. I'm a gamer and RPer. I love animation- cop a lotta flack about it being for kids and that I'm just a big kid, but there's a lot of time, effort and love put into those things and I just really appreciate it.
