Post by Flim on May 15, 2012 22:02:53 GMT -5
Name: Flim Flimflam
Age: 24
Sexual Orientation: Male/Heterosexual
Image:
He's the one on the left. No, I'm not shipping these two.
Key/Lock Holder: Applejack, though I won't force it.
Brief History: Flim and Flam were sort of the Wright brothers of their time, only cars, planes, and boats had all been invented before they were born. So what do you invent? The same thing only bigger and better! The two tinkerers found that not only could they experiment with their inventions, they could sell them! Flim was the fast-talker who knew all the fancy words to catch the attention and tell what all the machines did without batting and eye, and Flam would make the final sale with his thick, syrupy, melodious voice that really seduced the buyers. Usually having unmatched products, they really became overconfident, believing they could sell anything to anypony (You try selling snake oil to a snake).
The brothers just kept getting bigger and more bizarre inventions, and one time they came across a little place called Ponyville. Learning that the cider season was coming up, they quickly converted their car into a cider factory. They tried selling it to the town, really only intending to sell the invention to the Apple family and be on their way. When the old-fashioned ponies told them off about their invention and insisted their cider was better, a bet came up that could easily have the brothers set for life, if they won, so of course they took up the bet. Unfortunately, when there was a threat of losing the quantity contest, they revved up the machine and became careless of quality, which actually nipped them in the end. Suffering their first loss, they made a hasty retreat. They actually went under the radar for a while because of the humiliation until a seemingly unmarked letter arrived for Flim. Never one to miss out on opportunity, Flim decided to go, actually pushed into it by his brother, thinking that they needed to get out in the world again.
Sample Post: Flim studied the key in his hooves rather anxiously as he rode in the motor boat to Isle del Amor. His brother was driving him here in their own patented Flimflam Swim Skimmer 3200, but that's what bothered him even more. His brother was only going to be dropping him off on the island. They had always worked together as a team. Flim couldn't even remember the last time they had been apart. But only invitation had come, and it was for Flim.
Now, Flim wasn't just uneasy because he'd be apart from his brother. Flam was always more the ladies' man, doing better one-on-one. Flim had always been more of a crowd control expert, and his interpersonal skills pretty much included using fancy words to impress others and not much else. Besides, Flim had the silkier voice and handsome mustache... Maybe that's why whoever sent these invitations decided he was the one who needed help finding someone to love.
"Well, certainly seems we're making good time, brother of mine." Flim pocketed the key, deciding not to think about it. "Wish I knew who decided to host such a fantastical soiree in such an isolated location. I mean, this place has been unseen, unheard, and unknown for who knows how long. I didn't even bring along anything to sell." He walked over to the side of the boat as his brother turned along the coast. "Well, don't stay up too late, Flam, brother o' mine. And don't worry about me." He picked up his small pack of everyday essentials he always traveled with and jumped onto shore. He turned around and waved after the retreating boat, before turning back to the island. He took a deep breath. Well, Flim, good sir, no turning back now. He trotted along. Still wonder what's with the keys and locks. A dating service wasn't enough?
Age: 24
Sexual Orientation: Male/Heterosexual
Image:
He's the one on the left. No, I'm not shipping these two.
Key/Lock Holder: Applejack, though I won't force it.
Brief History: Flim and Flam were sort of the Wright brothers of their time, only cars, planes, and boats had all been invented before they were born. So what do you invent? The same thing only bigger and better! The two tinkerers found that not only could they experiment with their inventions, they could sell them! Flim was the fast-talker who knew all the fancy words to catch the attention and tell what all the machines did without batting and eye, and Flam would make the final sale with his thick, syrupy, melodious voice that really seduced the buyers. Usually having unmatched products, they really became overconfident, believing they could sell anything to anypony (You try selling snake oil to a snake).
The brothers just kept getting bigger and more bizarre inventions, and one time they came across a little place called Ponyville. Learning that the cider season was coming up, they quickly converted their car into a cider factory. They tried selling it to the town, really only intending to sell the invention to the Apple family and be on their way. When the old-fashioned ponies told them off about their invention and insisted their cider was better, a bet came up that could easily have the brothers set for life, if they won, so of course they took up the bet. Unfortunately, when there was a threat of losing the quantity contest, they revved up the machine and became careless of quality, which actually nipped them in the end. Suffering their first loss, they made a hasty retreat. They actually went under the radar for a while because of the humiliation until a seemingly unmarked letter arrived for Flim. Never one to miss out on opportunity, Flim decided to go, actually pushed into it by his brother, thinking that they needed to get out in the world again.
Sample Post: Flim studied the key in his hooves rather anxiously as he rode in the motor boat to Isle del Amor. His brother was driving him here in their own patented Flimflam Swim Skimmer 3200, but that's what bothered him even more. His brother was only going to be dropping him off on the island. They had always worked together as a team. Flim couldn't even remember the last time they had been apart. But only invitation had come, and it was for Flim.
Now, Flim wasn't just uneasy because he'd be apart from his brother. Flam was always more the ladies' man, doing better one-on-one. Flim had always been more of a crowd control expert, and his interpersonal skills pretty much included using fancy words to impress others and not much else. Besides, Flim had the silkier voice and handsome mustache... Maybe that's why whoever sent these invitations decided he was the one who needed help finding someone to love.
"Well, certainly seems we're making good time, brother of mine." Flim pocketed the key, deciding not to think about it. "Wish I knew who decided to host such a fantastical soiree in such an isolated location. I mean, this place has been unseen, unheard, and unknown for who knows how long. I didn't even bring along anything to sell." He walked over to the side of the boat as his brother turned along the coast. "Well, don't stay up too late, Flam, brother o' mine. And don't worry about me." He picked up his small pack of everyday essentials he always traveled with and jumped onto shore. He turned around and waved after the retreating boat, before turning back to the island. He took a deep breath. Well, Flim, good sir, no turning back now. He trotted along. Still wonder what's with the keys and locks. A dating service wasn't enough?
