God I am so rusty at rps...Gender:
:Long, floppy, slightly styled at the front, black with blue bits.Tail:
Biggish and bulky, built more like a shire horse then a pony with extra hair on his feet.Cutie Mark:
Happy/tragic masksAge (Baby,adult):
: Not so much that he has two but has a rather prominent voice in the back of his head that sometimes sways him more then he would like to the point he doesn't always realize what he says or does. Double Cross is a nice enough pony if not blunt but the voice in his head is sarcastic, horrible and dishonest.Likes:
storms, reading, pretty females, quite timeDislikes:
The voice, having to work as part of a team, stress, fights, crowded places.History
: As long as he can remember he's had his 'voice' and allot of the time growing up he let it get the best of him making it hard to make friends or be close to people so he just avoided people and social situations. As an adult he has gotten allot better at dealing with the voice but it still crops up and he finds it hard to trust himself with people. Lives alone but comes into ponyvile for jobs, due to his strength he is a useful pony and often finds work.
Example RP segment: #3#
The storm was getting worse and his mane was plastered to his face, he grumbled and plodded on as the rain beat down on his back causing shivers down his spine. He loved storms... but when he was inside looking out. Double Cross gave a heavy sigh and glanced up through heavy hair and saw something in the distance... a tavern, somewhere warm and nice.. 'And full of ponies..' a voice said smugly from the back of his mind.
"I'll be out of the rain" He muttered in reply as he headed towards the building.'You won't last two seconds...'
"Shut up"'Maybe you need to keep a better 'inner monolog'
He ignored that one and carried on, he looked at the door with hesitation before pushing it open and letting out a small sigh of relief as warm dry air hit him, he shook his bulky frame to shake off some of the water. He nervously walked into the room making awkwardly loud clopping sounds from his large hooves.. 'It's killing you.. all these people... bet they are having a good look at the great big freak..'
'Uggghh....' Double Cross glanced around and suddenly felt even more uncomfortable..
[Place the correct specified word indicating that you have read the rules here] Acceptance