From Brats to Royalty (Private rp between me and Bandit Keith )
 

Character bio
Name: George Mitchell.
Age on Earth: 16
Eye color: brown
Skin color white
Hair color: dark brown
Personality: Cold, quiet most of the time, rather anti social. Likes to cause trouble. Likes to draw sometimes and likes reading about weapons and war.


Age on Equestria: 5.
Cute mark: to be determined.
Fur color: blue
Mane and tail color: red.
Eye color: blue.

George walked out of the back of the 7/11 into the alley. He just gotten off his shift and felt like causing some havoc. As he walked by one of the dumpsters he produced a firecracker and lighter from his pockets. With the firecracker lit he tossed it into the dumpster and then proceeded to continue walking. Behind the fire cracker exploding causing the contents of the dumpster to catch on fire and burn.

Name; Ashely Conner
Age on Earth;18
Eye color;Hazel
Skin color;pale white do to not being a out in the sun unless needed as shes a night person
Hair color;red
Personality; For the most part calculating,will metaphorically stab you in the back if something goes wrong and she gets caught,Not one to make ''friends'' unless she has something to gain from it in someway. Likes to steal,Likes to sing ,loves things with violence in them, Especially loves watching stuff on real crime and things related to it among other things. She does have afew true friends which they have a similar mind set one being George

Name in Equestria once a pony:Emerald Night
Age on Equestria;4 and a half
Cute mark: to be determined.
coat color: forest green
Mane and tail color; dark emerald green with a streak of bright neon green
Eye color: bright emerald green

Ashely who was waiting for her friend so they could go rip some people off and steal was leaning on the wall singing a song that goes like this''

I'm not a fan of puppeteers, but I have a nagging fear someone else is pulling at the strings .
Something terrible is going down through the entire town wreaking anarchy and all it brings
I can't sit idly by no I can't move at all I curse the name the one behind it all
I'm howling at the moon, And sleeping in the middle of a summer afternoon
I'm fine with changing status quo but not in letting go now the world is getting torn apart
By a terrible catastrophe played by a symphony what a terrifying work of art''

Ashely upon hearing a fire going smirked breaking her singing ''So George you up for our night of fun?''Ashely asked knowing her true friend was in hearing distance

He looks with a satisfied smirk on his face. "I'd thought you'd never ask you wench." John said. "Now let gets going. I want to hit the jewelry and grab those new Rolexs that got in." He pulls out a concealed saw back machete from his back. "What do you think of the new blade?" He asks.

''Its okay but these''Ashely did a quick flip of her right wrist letting a concealed dagger slide into her hand while flicking her left wrist revealing three criminals age old best friends the ever useful lock pick, a glass and metal cutter combo tool''Are better you bastard ''Ashely said bastard in a playful manner she has picked up using insults like that over the years but only really put it to use when around George

He laughs. "You've got good taste I'll give you that. Next time I'll make sure to bring that new saber I stole from that old man's house." John said happily. "Now let's go do some robbing." He walks towards the jewelry store. (I was thinking after the robbery is over and they've gotten away that's when Cadence could show up.)

(Works for me also seeing as you keep using John I'm using that instead of George when referring to your OC)

Ashely as she followed John slid the items back into there hiding place so no one would have a clue she was up to no good as she doesn't want to risk witnesses following them after all they're in a part of town people are more brave

(Sorry my error. I typed George at the beginning when I should have typed John. One of those days.)

"Now I want to make a fight if we can't get away with it. The watches should be the storage area since they just arrived recently. We slip in there and out and go home just little richer." said John. He looks at the back door with a smile. "The best part is the door is an old type. It won't be too hard to bust open."

(No problem just one of those mondays)

Ashely whispered''No you aren't kicking it in bastard thats how we keep nearly getting fucking caught I'm picking the lock for a change'' Ashely emphasized her point with the dagger she has by being against John's crotch with a smirk on her face at what shes about to say''Unless you want little John to be a casualty of war''Ashely said seriously showing shes fairly cold but honestly she'd rather not cause such a injury as it'd be such a waste of a man

"Yes threaten to cut of my dick instead of just simply telling my plan is stupid. Seriously girl petty theft is enough you don't need to add gentile mutilation to your rap sheet." said John angrily. "Go head and pick the lock. In the mean time I'll have a smoke." He reaches for his lighter.

Ashely smiled at that statement while she made quick work on picking the lock showing she has done it alot before ''Oh but I already have gentile mutilation on my rap sheet I could get a copy of it for you if you don't believe me '' she said in a sweet honest tone opening the door cringing at how noisy the door is from the hinges but at least its not anywhere near as noisy compared to if it was kicked in.