“Well, my name’s Whisper Dust, 42 year old ex-pat of Trottingham, and janitor to the Royal Bank of Manehattan's headquarters. There’s honestly not a ton much more to say.”



“Oh? You want to know more? Huh… Where do I begin?”



“Right, so I was born and raised in Trottingham, my father was a police officer, and my mother was an administrator for a freight-shipping line- I got my mark when I tidied my room when I was little… Seems like I got it very easy there in that regard, to be honest.”



“Oh, and my folks are both still about, still married and enjoying their retirement- I visit whenever I can do so. Good ponies, both of them.”



“But yes, apart from my education through school, college and university, there’s not much to say really. Never much clicked with other ponies, that’s for sure. Its probably why I’m not married off to some pretty mare, with kids of my own. Maybe that will happen some day, who knows?”



“I know I’m not that super interesting to look at or even hang around with. Others seem so openly joyous all the time… Laughing, singing, dancing- being normal ponies.”



“I know I’m an unusual one because I don’t do any of that. To others I always appear and sound dour, bored, and just plain old done with life and everyone else’s horseapples. And that’s if they even notice me at all.”



“But, you see, that’s where everypony gets me wrong. I’m happy with my life here in Manehattan, I don’t hate on anypony for their more extroverted nature. You might not believe it, but I have friends of my own, good ones at that.”



“Less charitable ponies have called me, and I quote, “an emotionless robot of a guy.” I can see what they mean. I don’t show my emotions, I keep my head down and do my job, and I never ask for, nor want any attention.”



“As far as I can see it, I’ve carved out my own little niche in this world, and I am sanguine with my life and with whatever fate may bring.”



“That’s me in a nutshell. I slip through the years mostly unnoticed, like fallen leaves on the wind, or a barely heard voice in the background hubbub of life. And that’s just fine by me.”



“Regardless, I wanted to thank you for taking the time to know me a bit, most don’t bother- not that I mind. I do appreciate your curiosity and kindness in spending time with me.”



“But enough of me, what about you? What’s your story, friend?”



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Hey everyone,



So this little thing here marks my first foray back into the world of small equines after my hiatus, and I decided to do so with Whisper Dust- the character that now officially represents me within my MLP AU. He’s a quiet, decent guy who doesn’t bother anyone where possible, and does his janitorial job to the best of his ability.



I have not forgotten my previous ponysona, Roadkill, but I feel that he represents the darker, far more bitter parts of my personality, and thus he is to become a separate character, built from some very real things that I have experienced IRL- but keeping the edginess to a minimum.



This will be a tall order, but I’m sure that even if it is a low priority job to do right now, I can get it done eventually.



This is why I have chosen Whisper Dust as my ’sona. He represents my banal normality, rather than the cold bitterness and near-insanity of Roadkill- even if those parts of my personality do still exist in a very heavily suppressed and medicated form.



Art will be slow to come out as we go forward, and while I get back into the swing of things. Perhaps every two or three days I’ll post something.



* Before I close this up, I must state here officially that now and for the foreseeable future, I will not be able to do ANY commissions, requests, or art trades. This is utterly non-negotiable, and I absolutely refuse to tolerate being pestered for them in ANY capacity. I simply do not have enough free time IRL to do them *



Thanks for checking out what I’ve been working on! I hope that you’ve enjoyed this little diversion, and as always- take care of yourselves, and I’ll catch you next time!