Out of the roleplay, into the... roleplay? (Jump In)

The Wandering Magus I am called. I have been many things, student, philosopher, son, brother. Administrator, moderator. Master of the game.

I know my worlds like the back of my hand, and I can spot loopholes from a mile away. Believe me, a few years dealing with immature roleplayers is more than enough to give you experience with that sort of thing.

Thus, when I felt the pull of the Forum, I was not surprised.

And when I looked down upon the unknowable body, the undulating, shifting shape of Myself/Ourselves, I/We knew WHO I/We was/were.

I am the Wandering Magus. Long have I wandered the Worlds. The World Between Worlds.

I looked upon Creation, the All. I knew my powers and abilities; I made them, after all. I was administrator as much here as outside of the Forum, for I WAS the Forum, in a way. All the world's a stage, and all its inhabitants merely players on that stage, players and characters in a grand story.

But "unknowable" was not the best of images to project upon nervous, frightened individuals who had just been sucked into My Forum. A more... familiar form was needed.

I, the Wanderer, the Wandering Magus, the Magus, shifted My infinitely powerful body ever so slightly. I tested the rules within this world, this world that was within my Forum. So, it prevented a character that was intricately tied with the Heartworld? So be it.

I was a creature, not Alicorn or Draconequus or Nightmare, but nothing equine eyes were likely to have seen, and yet intimately familiar to any who laid eyes upon my new form. It was Familiarity, the very Concept of Familiarity. And I could, because I was the Wanderer.

Indeed, none of my other characters would have sufficed, and none of my characters could have been accepted into this world. I was forced, as it were, into this role, though I also chose it. My main two characters, Feather and Juniper, were completely and inextricably entwined with the world itself, as any proper and realistic OC should be. Feather had grown up in the family of Lightning Scroll and attended the Royal Academy of Magic, taught there as a professor in Canterlot, and married Juniper Blossom, who was a trader with the Apple Family and owned a near monopoly on the carpentry business in Ponyville. Fancy Pants was obviously out of the question, being Fancy Pants, the Pony Everypony Should Know. And of course all my other characters were almost exactly in the same situation, being intimately entwined in every level of Pony civilization.

After all, no PONY was an island. One did not simply create some sort of antisocial, disconnected pony with no background, no connection, no family, no job, no house. That was unrealistic, immature, a veritable recipe for Mary Sues and Self-Inserts.

Thus, I turned to the last option available. The One option, really, and an option that seemed oddly appropriate, given that I was the Administrator of this Forum.

The Wanderer.

Omnipotent, Omnipresent, and Omniscient, the Wanderer was yet disconnected from reality, any reality. I was both of, and not of, the worlds I wandered within. While it is true that I observed the events, I rarely took any part in them, and what parts I did take were always in the background, forgotten by history, unknown. The Silent Watcher, I was called in one world. The Knight of Crossroads. The Lady of Weird-Ways. The Steward of Worlds.

I willed myself to take on a Familiar form, and I did. It was as simple as a thought, as intuitive as the back of my limbs. I looked with my eyes, with eyes that could see EVERYTHING. I did not even need to move. The world moved for ME.

I was immediately beside North Wind and Laserbolt, the latter of which was scared halfway out of his wits when I approached. I had already deleted my previous incarnation, which had been unequivocally rejected by North Wind, so it was understandable that confusion had set in.

"Fear not, Laserbolt. Peace be with you and upon you. All is well. You will fight no demons or tatzlwurms of any sort, not until you yourself, the player, wish to. You know who I am."

It could not have been more obvious, really. I WAS the Magus, the Wanderer, and the Wandering Magus was ME. I had built the character. I would know.

I looked into the distant future, as Laserbolt saw it, and smiled as I rearranged a few parts delicately, making sure not to cause any permanent or damaging changes.

"Although we are no longer in the world we know, it is true, I am still the Administrator, here as much as Outside. Whether within or outside of a roleplay, I still have the final say. And for now, I say this: you are safe for the moment. You can take my word on that."

I looked Laserbolt in the eye, patting him on the shoulder. "Do you understand?"