OC Character Thread 1(THREAD CLOSED: PLEASE POST NEW OCs TO BRAND NEW CHARACTER SHEET THREAD 3 ABOVE)

Name: Motor Heart
Race: Pegasus
Age: Nine years.
Alignment: Lawful good
Mane: Dark grey
Coat:Steel grey
Cutie mark.: A rough heart shape made up of gear, pistons, pipes and belt drives coloured in various shades of grey.

Distinguishing Features: Lightweight Titanium wings with inbuilt jets for actual flight, glowing green eyes that change colour depending on her mood, is grey in a colourful world and if you listen very, very, very carefully her heart sounds like it's ticking.

Specialty: She can fly quicker and with higher agility than the average Pegasus, faster reactions and generally better physique. Her robotic eyes can see heat signatures, shoot high heat beams of energy and a sight version of a levitation spell. She is tough and durable on account of her metal bones but she is also very smart on account of robotic implants in her brain giving her a better processing power and the fact she was raised by a particularly smart stallion. Motor Heart can rival an adult in terms of intelligence, impressive for a young filly.
Her talent is making power sources. Engines, generators, that sort of thing. Basically the Heart of a Machine, she can make it and fit it.

Weaknesses: An EMP or magical equivalent will knock her flat out for a good few hours until she can near literally reboot. If she takes too much damage her internal reactor will explode, something not wanted by anyone. But her biggest weakness is the fact she's a freak and knows it, not even wanted by her original parents, sad that she can never fit in with others her age.

Occupation: None.

Gear: A toolbelt made by her adoptive father, complete with hammerspace pocket and snazzy little crystal and metal keyring also made by her father

History:
When Motor was five years old she and her original parents were in a very nasty accident when an out of control storm wrecked their cloud home in Cloudsdale. Separated from her parents in the chaos the little filly was flung about inside the storm, messing up and breaking most of the bones in her body to an unfixable state. Lady luck smiled on her for despite the astronomical probability against it she landed near as makes no difference on the doorstep on arguably the greatest Inventor in all of Equestria and was miraculously still alive, but she was hanging on by a thread that threatened to snap at any moment.
Thinking fast the medically trained and ingenious stallion took her in and with a little (Lot of) help from his butler fixed her up over the span of several days. He replaced her ruined skeleton with a metal one as fixing her original would have been like piecing together a two thousand piece jigsaw and with magic that would have been too much energy for the stallion to spend on just that if he wanted to heal her completely. It was much easier to build her a new one, and with time against him he had to go with that option. As he continued to fix her he ended up having to exchanged her failing heart for one of pistons and pumps as he didn't have a spare organic one laying around, giving her new, basic robotic eyes in place of her blind, useless ones and rewiring her battered brain to actually function once more using chips, wires and computer parts. Her damaged muscles and organs were regrown around this new body and sealed within her old skin, which turned grey during the whole process. It was gruesome, bloody and at times mind-numbingly tense as it looked like the filly's life would slip through his hooves but by the end of two blurred together days Motor was finally in a stable, if still slightly battered, condition.
But when the stallion went to return the resurrected filly to her mourning parents instead of being happy they rejected her, thinking her to have become an abomination, not theirs any more. They said it would have been better for her to have died in peace then to become some Frankenstein's Monster.

Fleeing pretty sharpish from the enraged couple the stallion took pity on his own creation and decided to raise her as his own. And that was how Motor Heart was born and became the daughter of Ponyville's repair pony Johnny Maker.

He did his best to raise her well, providing her with a fantastic education, skills and upgrades. Each year he would give Motor a new, bigger, better body to mimic growth, using the best mix of Magic and Technology to accomplish it. Not by taking her apart, but by magicly altering the tech in her body and her biology around it while she's in a state of almost suspended animation. Her current body is the Mark lV stage and contains all her latest tech and wings. In a way she evolves, going from a basic life support to full on Cyborg as she progresses along these planned out stages.

But something Johnny could never give her was a social life. Motor loves her dad though, thinking him the greatest in the world. She made him a mug that says so, so it is the truth.

Personality: Playful and intelligent, Motor is the epitome of the Curious Child. She'll stick her nose into anything she doesn't understand with an incredible thirst for knowledge. She'd do anything for answers, from extensive research to reading every book until she got the answer. Her intelligence is great, but her wisdom isn't. She has her Guru moments, but she is still a naive filly deep down in her metal heart.

Current Home: Johnny Maker's home at the edge of the Everfree Forest.

Misc: Watch out for red eyes, because you're about to have an angry Terminator burning your arse to ashes.

Johnny Maker wrote:

Name: Motor Heart

Approved.

Ician wrote:

Name: Theria

Approved.

Name: Silhouette

Race: Earth shadow pony (shadow pony explained latter)

Age:29

Alignment: Chaotic good

Mane: whispy grey, peices break off from time to time

Coat: same as mane

Cutie mark.:N/A

Extra details that aren’t needed but are nice to add:Shadow ponies are cursed ponies, they have to true physical form but can train themself to retain an equine or anthropomorphic shape. They are cursed either by being hit directly with a dark magic spell, or coming in contact with an item imbued with dark magic. The shadow conversion starts in the blood, first turning it black then to a gaseous substance. Then the more solid tissues starting with the extremities are converted into shadow form
Distinguishing Features: Silhouette wraps her whole body, except for her face in bandages to help "train" herself to retain he equine shape

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc):Although still able to interact with the physical world, she is not limited by physical restrain. (e.i. she can lift any weight or run a marathon without getting tired) Her life is also extended indefinitely

Weaknesses: When in sunlight she loses almost all energy and has the agony of an intense burning sensation

Occupation: She works in a museum studying and handling different artifacts

Gear: Just gauze bandages...tones of gauze bandages.

History: Silhouette was born a regular, green earth pony with strawberry red hair. Her parents didn't want her to think that only unicorns could achieve greatness in academia so they ingrained the importance of hard work in school. They also put her through a bachelor's of archeology at Baltamare university (home of the baltamare usra bears)
She then went to work for The Museum of Natural History in Manehatten, where she studied and cataloged artifacts. Unfortunately, when she was handling a curse blade, theorized to have been owned by Nightmare Moon at one point, she knocked herself. Later she went to the hospital with the early signs of shadow conversion, they then referred to a specialist in counteracting black magic. Unfortunately the conversion was too far progressed to stop it. So as more of her body became converted, she wrapped herself in tight bandages to start training the slightly gaseous mass to keep its most original shape.
She had to beg her boss to let her kept her job, much less work at night. Now that the sun causes sheer agony for her, she finds that her social life has absolutely halted. She tried to kill herself once, she found it impossible. Uppon telling her black magic specialist about the failed suicide attempt, she was informed the converstion would not only extend her life indefinitely, but she was also diagnosed with clinical depression. Unfortunately antidepressants wouldn't work on her brain chemistry, sence she technically didn't have a brain or any internal organs at that point

Personality: She is trying to see the bright side in her life although her conversion has left her with a serious case of clinical depression

Current Home: A manhattan apartment, a block away form the museum it which she works

Misc: Loves blueberries

Power Level
Strength:7
Intelligence:3
Energy Projection:3
Fighting Ability:1
Durability:7
Speed:3

Name: Ante

Race: Unicorn

Age: 30's

Alignment: Neutral

Mane: Dark blonde.

Coat: Grey

Cutie mark.: Two playing cards, both showing their backs

Distinguishing Features: His tall and lanky stature, and his suit akin to that of a bartenders.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): His specialty is his poker playing skills, which revolve around bluffing IE: he is rather good at bluffing, as well as seeing through others bluffs, via certain "tells" that he is adept at seeing. He is also adept at cheating, via him keeping cards up his shirt sleeve.

Weaknesses: Physically, he is quite pathetic, unable to do anything that requires any strength.

Occupation: Poker player.

Gear: His suit, where he keeps his playing cards, and his weapon of choice; a full deck of custom made, razor edged playing cards, which he throws at attackers, like one would throw a shuriken, with his magic

History: Ante's childhood was incredibly average. He grew up in an average home in Manehatten, had two parents that cared for him, and went to a regular school. Ante, however, always wanted more. Especially when it came to money. One day, his father presented him with an old poker set; cards, chips, and all. His father intended to play friendly games with him, but Ante saw an opportunity to make money. So, every time his father offered to play a game, he would always convince him to play with actual money as the stakes. He, however, never won, as he always tried to play straight, without bluffing, or anything. One day, he got tired of losing, so he brought his poker set to school, in secret. Once school was over, he got several of his friends to play a game with him, out where no one could find them. This game, he decided to switch it up, and almost always bluff. He beat them all, rather badly. That day, he brought the set back home, and challenged his dad to a game, intending to try the same strategy as before. That game, he begun to take notice certain, subtle, twitches and actions that his father would do whenever he bluffed. He had seen them before, not only when playing with him, but during everyday life; he simply never took notice of them. With the knowledge of the "tells", as well as his own bluffing prowess, he wiped the floor with his father. The rest of his childhood was filled with him taking money from those he convinced to play. Eventually, in a attempt to guarantee his wins, he begun to hide cards up his sleeve for whenever he needed them. As it turned out, he was rather good at hiding his cheating ways; able to put the cards into his hand, even with others keeping a close eye on him. When he eventually moved out of his parents house, the first thing he did was formally learn about sleight of hoof techniques, in order to be able to cheat when playing with professionals. Afterwards, he begun to go around Manehatten, playing poker whenever he could.

Personality: He is often very calm, and collected; hardly ever showing any signs of emotions, even when being threatened. He is also quite smug and condescending. However, whenever he is revealed as a cheater, or whenever he feels genuinely threatened, he shows his true colors as a bit of a coward, who's not above stepping on others if it benefits his own benefit. He isn't, however, completely selfish; he can show compassion to those whom he feels need it, and he tries to take care of those who he calls his friends.

Current Home: Manehatten.

Name: Neon Angel
Race: Pegasi
Age: 20
Alignment:Neutral-ish
Mane: A translucent white
Coat: A translucent white
Cutie mark:Like her body and the element she works with Neon, her cutie mark is only visible at night. Specialists haven't made heads or tails of it.
Extra details that aren’t needed but are nice to add: She has "Brittle Bones" Syndrom, owns a glow-stick making company, she's... Off. The only topic she really can connect with is on Neon, outside of that it's like her mind develops her body's... Issue.
Distinguishing Features: Her body is all to much like a glow-stick as in it is easy to tell when she breaks something as she starts glowing where she cracks. (Explained further in Gear)
Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): Neon Engineering, or in other words the handling of Neon and knowing how to make it a product.
Weaknesses:Applied pressure, Rough Physical contact, too much movement at a over-exerting pace.
Occupation: Owner of a glow-stick and partial Neon Sign Making Co. (Heaven's Golden Glow)
Gear: Several braces on her lower and upper legs (like unneeded splints to help her hold more pressure before her bones snap) she has seventeen on her wings each they connect into a splint when she breaks a wing, where as her wings turn crimson (not from blood, it's a spell doctors put on her so people can tell when something in her wing is broken, same with every other bone in her body.)
History: Neon grew up in what is and was a mental facility in Cloudsdale. Her parents had when she was young found out she lacked the needed skills to be a part of Pegasus society. Not seeing a point in cruelly abandoning her, they decided to lock up their shame rather than try to help. As a result her only friends were a glow-stick and a delusional griffon who had been put there on account of their mental instability from war. She spent her days with Sabith, the griffon, playing chess and checkers, or having tea parties where they drank neon (actually was herbal tea) her and her glow-stick as she recited facts about neon constantly, like it was a art work waiting for it to be tamed. At age 10 Sabith decided to take her and "save" her from the "enemies" during one of his episodes. She climbed on his back and he broke them free from the hospital. Taking her to the only safe place his deluded mind could remember as safe, the old science expiramentation facility right across Griff-Equas borders.
  There she was left by Sabith for three weeks as he strayed the "enemies", learning from old griffon scientists who believed that each element had a purpose to help fuel life. Here she learned that Neon had more than one meaning and she discovered that the subject of her obsession was believed to be what created neurological processing the name a Accronym for what it trully was, Never, Ending. Order of. Neurons. They told her that she was one of few that trully understood it's mortal shape and could feel it's god-like form, this was fueled from a life-time of paranoia over science and craziness from old age. But it was all it took for Neon to be completely taken into the element she loved forever. She was found after Sabith was shaken from his episode, on a small farm in ponyville, he never approached her while unsupervised after that time.
  At age 18, after being released from the facility by a unknown source, she went and started to work at a local neon paint company where she spent her time making fake glow-sticks. After a while she quit and started a real, honest to goodness, neon glowstick company it quickly climbed to the top of Neon manufacturers. Since then every six months a anonymous business takes half profits for that month.
Personality: Shy, once she gets to know you she comes out of this world strange. Being a bit slow outside of the topic of Neon considering her lack of proper education. Being tested early in life she was found out to be a level beyond social reception, she never was taught nor needed to be taught how to tell what she felt. The three things she did need were sad, pained, and calm. Impassive to others almost always.
Current Home: The upstairs of her shop.
Misc: Despite having to bring Neon into almost any social situation, she is shy due to her size being that of a mid aged teen. (Stack half of Scootaloo (sideways) onto of a Crouching Sweetie belle and you have her.)

Chappy wrote:

Name: Ante

Ohhh, a card shark. Approved!

Name: Scorpio Ares (pronounced like Heiress)
Race: Earth Pony
Age: Undefined as she can only be out for a single month. But on this month she can not die as she is basically a solid bodied spirit
Alignment: Neutral
Mane&Tail: A rough, thin and long braid ending I a barbed tip about as sharp as the edge of a newly sharpened knife. Her tail is almost twice her body length and braided in the same way as her hair ending in a double-edged tip that is also like the hair.
Coat: Much like a Zebra, but where the black would be it is instead multiple shades of dark and light brown.
Cutie mark: Think of the symbol of Aries (star sign) and then at the bottom it curves to a point like Scorpio.
Extra details that aren’t needed but are nice to add: She only comes about when Aries and Scorpio are the both the the same amount of time away from being in the sky. And stays so for a months time.
Distinguishing Features: Her ram horns, which can change to different lengths (about 7 ft. at most so 2 & 1/3 yards) and horn type. (Ex: Ram to Elk)
Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc):Her barbed mane and tail hold two types of poison. Her tail deludes the bodies sensory. Making her target somewhat less protected with each strike (however after 5 of these injections it no longer effects the body.) her mane braid however is much more potent. It is strong enough to put 24 full grown male ponies into a temporary five day full body paralysis. The downside to this poison is it can only be used twice every fourteen days, and the body stung builds a immunity to every poison or venom that may enter the body. Past her physical assets are the Gravity fields she envented using Scorpio's cunning and Aries' magical ingenuity. Able to control objects density as well as the weight of Gravity (including on herself) she can at maximum cripple a flying Pegasi but it's not heavy enough to make ground movement impossible or even close to it (Say a Pegasi is 50 pounds full grown and can travel at fast speeds it would be 2.5 times that weight however the magic, due to her wanting a fair natured fight, basically only triggers when something try's to leave the ground for higher than five feet.) (Explained more in history section.)
Weaknesses: Ranged combat or fights. HOWEVER do not try to fly as she is very capable of using magics long since forgotten as well.
Occupation: Traveling Fighter.
Gear: Diamond-hard mane and tail bands that are enchanted and connected to her skeleton. The bands act like muscles to the tail and mane which allows them to be moved at will.and a body dress that makes her almost a figurehead for modest mares that can be called seductresses.
History: She was once a mortal mare. Like any other back in her ancient times, magic was a possiblity by all races, leaving no differences between races. As a filly she grew up being told, "You are no more than a bride and as such you will be taught." This was mainly because of how often she got into fights despite being the daughter of a very wealthy merchant who was all too eager to strike a deal to earn more wealth through his daughter. She however at the age of seventeen ran away after being engaged to a old Earth Pony King. Traveling for days in the mountains she saw nothing more than a goat and a scorpion almost as large as a cat. Despite so she greeted the two other species with a respect they had never received from a stranger. That was the day she met Aries and Scorpio who taught her many spells never learned by ponies. Spells that the other Sages had long since thrown away from sheer disgust. Body mutation to that of a desired form, anti-flying gravity, anti-projectile gravity, using blood as armor, and the chance to become a pony Phoenix. 7891 years have gone since those events and many others occurred
Personality: Humble enough, she hates dishonest work and ponies.
Current Home: Any where under the stars or in nature
Misc: She doesn't cope well with current technology.

Power Level
Strength: 3
Intelligence: 7
Energy Projection: 4 or 7 (Poison is part of her energy
Fighting Ability: 5
Durability: Varies on how much stamina they have left so around 5 and dropping over time.
Speed: 2

Name: Crystal Bones

Race: Male Unicorn

Age: 37

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Mane: Short and dark black

Coat: Shiny, almost metallic blue

Cutie mark.: Crystallized Femur

Extra details that aren’t needed but are nice to add: He runs a bit of a short temper, though he has managed to control it somewhat over the years

Distinguishing Features: His bones sound like broken glass when they break, his eyes dimly glow with a white light, and his teeth also have this same luminescence, and his horn has a trench of glowing white crystal spiralling up. When he’s pissed his eyes glow a bright red and the strip on his horn charges his spells based on his rage

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): Crystals of all shapes and sizes and HAZMAT extraction

Weaknesses: His crystalline bones are very easily pulverized by sonic waves, though his organic tissues provide some rudimentary protection against such an excruciating end, and the only thing keeping the crystals from outgrowing him is a small device at the base of his skull, which controls a very specific field of magic designed to artificially stop crystals from growing bigger than the set size, however this device can be shorted out with a stiff prod from a taser (or equivalent electrical and/or magical charge) to the neck, and they only last for a few weeks but their field is stable enough he has enough time to replace the device should such an instance occur, about ten seconds before the field dissipates, and he can feel the crystal fighting against the field when the device needs replacing

Occupation: geologist

Gear: The device at the base of his skull has an easy-access port (though it is hidden by his mane) so he can replace it when the need arises, and he almost always has at least five of these devices in a small bag on his leg. He has a couple pounds of mercury fulminate stored securely in his saddlebags should he need a blasting charge that can be set off without too much trouble.

History: Following up on a lead from his employer, Bones had found what the griffon said to find; a small hole in the middle of the Saddle Arabian desert, blocked off by a cave-in. Taking several grams out, he sprinkled some into the nooks and crannies of the brittle sandstone, before compacting a small amount and throwing it against the cave-in, causing enough damage to blow through the rubble and kicking up a storm of dust. Going down into the newly-cleared entrance, he found one of the biggest discoveries of his life; a cave packed to the brim with all sorts of unknown crystals, some glowing blue, some red, quite a lot was green, but there was a very small amount of this purple crystal that attracted him greatly; either because there was not much of it compared to the other colors, or that it seemed to influenced him, but it didn’t matter. He carefully maneuvered through the cave, making sure that his hooves were coated in magic so that he ‘stood’ a few centimeters from the ground to keep them from touching anything harmful, and managed to secure a few samples in some containers enchanted to keep the specimens from being contaminated by anything inside the jars; that means the specimens were floating inside like they were submerged in honey. He carefully made his way to the entrance but something hit him in the back of the head; knocking him out and causing him to drop the samples of crystal.

   When he came to he was chained to the wall, inside the cave, watching the crystals slowly but visibly encapsulate the chains keeping him there. Off to the side he saw some sort of symbol etched into the red crystal, the lines burnt black; it showed a giant black hand, similar to a minotaur’s but much more skeletal and with four fingers instead of three, with the jagged letters beneath spelling HE LIVES ON THROUGH OUR FAITH. Not knowing or caring who ‘he’ is, he tried to get free from the chains until he saw the purple crystal; it was snaking through the other crystals, growing where it consumed the other colors, going much faster than the others and emitting some odd purple mist that seemed to eat away the others, replacing those crystals with more of itself as it spread like wildfire, choking out the other colors until the purple crystal simply stopped at the last bits.

   His thoughts were going a thousand miles a minute, but the first and foremost question was why the crystal stopped spreading, that was swiftly answered when the chains snapped and the crystals began moving of their own volition, carrying him via the chains to the biggest point in the cave, spread-eagled and facing the ceiling. Several dozen long, slender crystals began surrounding him as they grew to be over him, turned 90 degrees and began growing at different rates until each was positioned over his body in random, but symmetrical places. Where one was on his left would be the mirrored on the right, and it continued across his entirety. He watched helplessly as they started moving downwards, first came the feeling of them piercing his skin followed by the tortured screams as they dug all the way to the bone, but the ones headed for his face stopped momentarily, letting him take it all out before going down again. He felt four more punch through him underneath and almost as soon as they did he felt exhausted, soon succombing to some sort of tranquilizer a little bit later…

   Startled by something, he woke up much later in the day to find the cave almost devoid of any light but from a new, almost miniscule batch of white crystal, though it made no move towards him. He made sure to keep a bit of distance between him and the crystal, not sure if it’ll do something if he got any closer, and uprooted the entire crystal, putting it into the biggest available jar he had and quickly made his way home. When he got home, he began rooting through his entire collection for anything related to the hand or the burn mark on the crystals; what he found was neither pretty nor good. The faction was called The Black Hand, and they consistently and constantly experimented on unwitting victims, however all of their subjects had been killed from the experiments at various stages, the last of which had the subject become a cluster of randomly-colored crystals as they consumed him from the inside out. He had to find a way to control the growth of these crystals and find it fast; as the last stage began seventy-two hours after the subject awakened, and it took him a day just to get home. He tried everything he had: caffeine, sonic waves (bad idea), terahertz-level soundwaves (much worse), even some of the growth suppressants that were said to work with 100% efficiency, but he could still feel the crystal trying to grow out of his skin. Eventually he found someone who specializes in growing crystals and how to limit their growth, and for trading a small amount of this crystal, managed to get some of her growth inhibitors, which had done the trick. Quickly though, he found himself much more easily agitated than normal, and much more frustrated at little things

Personality: Originally calm and collected, he is now quickly agitated and frustrated; though he is able to control his anger to a point, expect him to start trying to punch through a soft target (ex. a punching bag or a sandbag) when given the option

Current Home: Small apartment in Canterlot

Misc: The crystals work similarly to Tiberium, but they are not the same thing, Tiberium only comes in green, blue, and red colors, while this crystal can be an all manner of colors; depending on it's location, mineral diet, and proximity to a Leyline. As for why there's an all manner of colors in one spot, samples of these crystals were collected from around the world and put down there for safe keeping. Oh, and he did not absorb several tons of crystal; though some of the colors are denser than others, the total volume of the crystals would be about the same as a 747, the small white crystal had absorbed all the energy it could from the other crystals; causing those crystals to turn into partially solidified dust, which had crumbled after he left the cave, this is why I said it was devoid of any light. For him, if you're wondering; yes, his bones are replaced with the white crystal, that's the sign that the crystal has absorbed a lot of energy, I made it so that the crystal was affected by his emotions; with the crystal releasing more energy into the spells the more emotionally strained he is, with the crystals releasing energy with anger, while the crystals absorbed energy from sadness; i.e. break him and he'll be terribly outmatched, piss him off and you'll find yourself being a new smear on the walls

Name: Sky Cog

Gender: Female

Race: Unicorn

Age: 26

Alignment: Good

Mane: Dark blue and light grey Ponytail style mane while the tail is spiky.

Coat: Teal

Cutie mark.: Airship's steering wheel with gears in the background

Extra details that aren’t needed but are nice to add: Red eyes

Distinguishing Features: Usually wears her airship captain costume, or at least the hat. (costume, hat), also has goggles around her neck along with a green scarf.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): Knows how to swordfight when it comes to it, knows how to fly and repair her ship

Weaknesses: Trouble dealing with things that aren't mechanical

Occupation: Captain of her own airship and main engineer

Gear: Flintlock pistol, previously mentioned clothing(including scarf and goggles), twin sabre swords

History: Born in a rich family where the father was a royal engineer and mother was a chef in the royal kitchen. Unusually for a female child, she took more interest in father's works. Her father usually allowed her to stick around his workshop and help him when he was working. Later on, during teenage years, she applied for part-time job on one of the Royal airships as a chef and engineer's assistant. The captain of that airship was rather "asshole-ish" to her, always making fun of her for not being a real mare, but when she outdid the airship's main engineer, the captain got embarrassed and angry over her so he fired her. She then continued working in her father's workshop until she reached adultery. A few months after her 18th birthday, an advanced pirate airship attacked Canterlot, but was still badly damaged, it's captain and most of the crew was killed during the fight with the Royal Guard, but the ship managed to stay in the air. Captains of the Royal Guard then gave the badly-damaged airship to Sky Cog's father and ordered him to patch it up, fix it and renovate it, since it would be a great addition to the Royal Forces.
Sky Cog didn't receive a birthday gift that year. She spent the rest of the year repairing the airship with her father, who later, on her 19th birthday, asked princess Luna if he can keep the now completely-renovated and fixed airship for himself. Princess approved and Sky Cog received the best gift she could possibly ask for: her very own Airship, equipped with cannons and fully capable of combat. During the years of practicing flying it, her father also taught her how to fight with swords and got her very expensive twin sabres. Later on, with the help of her father, she made the airship almost fully-automated, needing very small number of crewmembers.
She named that airship Crystal Viper.

Personality: Usually cheerful, likes hanging out in taverns during free time, have fun drinking and fooling around with stallions (SFW way, ofcourse). Likes cute things, she feels the best if she's behind the steering wheel of her airship. Helps out Royals when needed and tries to make her family proud.
Current Home: Her house next to her former home in Canterlot.
Misc:

DragonXneoN wrote:

Name: Sky Cog

Approved.

Name: Eclipse

Race: Pegasus

Age: 22

Alignment: Neutral

Mane: Light-blue, often in a messy state

Coat: Dull grey

Cutie mark.: The glistening image of a crescent moon

Distinguishing Features: His cyan eyes are distinctive by their slit-like irises, littered with starry pinpricks of light. He also has the bat wings which are similar to that of Princess' Luna's personal guard.

Specialty: Reminiscent of Nightmare Moon, he has the ability to dissolve into an intangible, invulnerable night-blue mist for limited periods of time. He also excels in the use of electrical magic, which often manifests itself in the form of lightning, if used offensively.

Weaknesses: He can only stay intangible for a limited time, and while in the form of the mist he is unable to use his magic. And his electrical magic, if used too often or too much, can injure himself and those around him.

Occupation: Elite Lunar Royal Guard

Gear: The characteristic blue body armour and helmet of the Lunar division of the Royal Guard, along with the standard short sword and spear.

History: Once upon a time, there was a normal pony living a normal life in Ponyville. There was nothing remarkable about him at all. His existence was one of routine and normalcy.

That is, until the thousandth Summer Sun Celebration.

After Nightmare Moon came to Ponyville and the potential Elements of Harmony ran off into the Everfree Forest to procure the only artifacts capable of stopping her, she chose three pegasi at random from the populace and cursed them with corrupting chains that bound them to her in servitude, warping their physical appearance permanently and altering even their cutie marks. She bequeathed some measure of her power unto them and sent them into the Forest to fulfill the task which would ultimately turn out to be Rainbow Dash's test of loyalty. They were the Shadowbolts.

After Nightmare Moon's defeat, however, the chains were broken. Two of the three did not survive the ordeal the shattering of their bonds wrought. The last, the pegasus who would eventually become known as Eclipse, was freed from her corrupting influence, but not the abilities or physical modification he had received. Furthermore, he was stripped of a large portion of his memories, retaining only a few slivers of the past. He wandered around in the Everfree Forest, dazed, until he was found by Royal Guards operating as clean-up crews in the wake of Nightmare Moon's destruction.

The Guards brought him to the newly-reinstated Princess Luna, who, in an act of pity and penitence, took care of him and nursed him back to health in the palace, whereupon she chose him to be an elite member of the new Lunar branch of the Royal Guard, known as the Nightwatch, and gave him the name Eclipse.

From then on, Eclipse followed the Nightwatch to wherever they were assigned, performing missions across Equestria, ranging from escort duties to scouting and territorial protection.

Personality: Owing greatly to his strange appearance, he is eternally afraid of being judged by those around him. This has led to a desire to blend in socially as much as possible to offset his natural uniqueness. He makes an earnest attempt to adapt to what his amnesia-ridden mind perceives as queer social norms, sometimes without much success. For the few he brings into his confidence, however, he is a great, kind friend. He is also witty and sharp, both of which manifest themselves in a frankly brilliant but awkward ability to make puns.

Current Home: Canterlot, Royal Guard Barracks

Name: Harun Hurria

Race: Saddle Arabian

Age: 28

Mane: black

Coat: Tan brown

Distinguishing Features: His height compared to a normal pony. He is naturally taller and better built

Specialty: His large frame allows him to carry relatively large amounts of weight in higher quantities and with greater comfort than an average. A proficiency in operating his main weapon, as well as weapons with curved blades. With a good swing of a scimitar he would be able to cut deep into bone.  

Weaknesses: Prone to doing things only efficaciously, instead of to the best of his abilities.

Occupation: Currently inactive but technically in service to the Equestrian throne

Gear:Abus Gun, which his large frame allows him to carry on his back in addition to a metre long smoothbore musket and a scimitar for a full combat load, though often the sword is sufficient. To keep all the necessities needed to  fire his weapons, he wears a royal blue embroidered jacket with several pockets.

History: Born into a rather unimpressive family of well known name, schooling was not much of a priority to him or his parents throughout his youth as he helped deal greatly with keeping the household running through various chorelike activities.  

When he got a job at the age of 17 as a clerk at a bookstore he was ready to make up for the the lack of texts in his life. His mentor was arrested by guards one day while he was at work for apparently distributing conspiring materials. The whole shopfront he worked had been a lie and he himself was arrested. Harun pleaded of his innocence and was spared sentencing on the condition of military service. His parents were glad to have their child spared from any cruel fate, but any chance Harun had of pursuing his own fate vanished. Within his first years he was trained into the stallion his is now physically, gaining more mass to become a more respected member of the ranks. He was chosen on whim out the freshly trained forces by a member of the ruling family for use in their personal guard, meaning he had to endure more training, this time at a prestigious military academy. It was during this time he obtained his knowledge on the operation of firearms. It was not a subject he had a favour for, but he was learning, so that was a motivation.

Harun during his time in service to this member of nobility never once had to fire any weapon in protection of his master or his home, and was thankful for it.

In a political meeting shortly after the most recent coronation in Equestria, it was decided a congratulatory gift and acknowledgement would a gesture that would be good to win some extra favour. As a gift to the new princess, Harun, as the epitome of what they wanted in a guard was sent to watch over her. This gift was unneeded, yet still politely received.  Harun was quite hurt at his rejection by the new princess until Celestia explained that such a guard was not needed where the princess resided. Since he is dutifully bound, and slightly excited, to serve Equestria he remains on stand by, occasionally filling gaps in different cities guards.

Personality: Perfect for his previous  position as a houseguard, he is mostly quiet and yet has no fear of speaking when it would be needed. Any problems he has, he likes to deal with himself, though he wouldn't hesitate to call for help if he couldn't do a task by himself. Has a pride in where he came from and will remind others at regular intervals, often adding to conversations what he would solve the problem at home. He possesses an unusually soft skin for a stallion of his profession but an extra hard demeanour to make up. At one point he was interested greatly in learning and open mindedness, though it is much more subdued in the present than it was in his youth.  

Current Home: Depends on where he is currently stationed.

Name: Falcone

Race: Earth pony

Age: late 20's

Alignment: Neutral

Mane: Light black. It is often very unkempt, looking like it's barely touched.

Coat: Beige

Cutie mark: A pair of brass knuckles  

Distinguishing Features: His muscular build.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): He has impressive physical strength, as his build implies,  and equally impressive durability.

Weaknesses: He often doesn't think with his head, so whenever something requires smarts, or finesse, he won't be able to do it.

Occupation: He is a Caporegime of a mafia family, run by his actual family,  in Manehatten.

Gear: A grey suit, with matching overcoat and flat cap, given to him by his grandfather. He also has a pair of stainless steel brass knuckles

History: He was born in Manehatten, to a  powerful and respected family. He never really knew why his family was so powerful, but he never questioned it, as he liked having the respect, even at an early age. His family's standing, however, never stopped him from picking fights with other ponies to earn respect. After one particularly bad fight, at the age of 11, his family informed him of how they were in, and running, a mafia, headed by his grandfather. They informed him because they planned for him to be brought into the families operations. He, while surprised at the revelation, told his family that he'd be happy to help them, and officially be "made". Before he was made, however, he had to prove that he could be helpful; after all, If he wasn't a help to them, then he wouldn't have been made, whether if he was related by blood or not. So, for a few years, he spent his time stealing things for the family to sell for a profit. He did this until he was 17, which was when his family felt that he could be of use. So, he was brought into the family. He, however, would still receive no special treatment until he fully proved his loyalty. He later found out that his grandfather wasn't very trusting of anyone. So, for a while, he just did the dirty work for the family; strong arming stores, helping out the loan sharks, and making examples of ponies; something he had no qualms with. After a few years of doing this, he finally proved that he wouldn't be ratting out the family, and thus, he was made a Caporegime, and given a small part of the gang to command. He still, however, does  dirty work for the family, actually taking a liking to doing so; only this time, he also has a small crew made up of low level soldiers or associates.

Personality: He is very brash, arrogant, and largely unpredictable. He is fairly rude; especially to his friends, taking any chance he can to mock or insult them. He, however, is not mean; his rudeness is his own way of showing his affection. He is also very loyal to his friends, not being afraid to take a bullet for them. Finally, he has a violent side that shows whenever someone insults his family, friends, or pride.

Current home: Manehatten

Name: Jonathan M. Kings, Ph.D.

Race: Figment, though he appears to be an Earth Pony.

Age: Mid-400s.

Alignment:  Neutral.

Mane: Kept long ans curled, dyed red.  Naturally brown.

Coat:  Brown with golden stripes dyed in.

Cutie mark: A piece of parchment, covered in notes.

Extra details that aren’t needed but are nice to add:

Distinguishing Features: Eyes are completely silver, sometimes wears contact lenses or sunglasses to disguise.  Unusually short, and appears androgynous.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc):  Jonathan's normal special talent is to be able to learn, and he retains skills well.  His Figment abilities are altering unseen geometries, total immunity to non-magic chemicals, a strong sense of smell, and ability to access a storage dimension.

Weaknesses:  He has a terrible memory for non-skills, is more strongly affected by magic and magic-based substances, and physically pretty small and weak.  He cannot alter anything that is being directly observed by anyone else.

Occupation:  Traveler, former researcher.

Gear:  Notebook, 'backpack of convenient items'.
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History:  Jonathan had an ordinary bringing-up, although he was bullied often.  Most of the taunts were based around his small size and lack of masculinity, but sometimes around his name, which he has changed.  He discovered his special talent of learning during a forced apprenticeship as a chemist, after he picked it up unusually quickly.  It was also during this apprenticeship that he won a bet by drinking a bottle of toxins, and was surprised when he did not die.  He researched this immunity, and found that he had a complete immunity to non-magical chemicals.  Unfortunately, this included his own hormones, resulting in his stunted growth and inability to generate emotion.

After ascending into full Figmentism at age 34, Jonathan began to learn many different trades, studying medicine, music, alchemy, navicgation, improvisational theatre, and masonry.  He mastered all but masonry.  Eventually, at the age of 154, he was recruited to work in the Laboratory, a nexus of scientists with unusual circumstances.  He loved his new work, quickly befriending most of the employees.  He modified a scorpion to have a longer lifespan, with the side effect of allowing it to grow enormous.  He named the scorpion Darryl.

A couple centuries later, he realized he was something over 300 and had seen so little of the world, he handed the room down to his assistant, Crow Ethos.  He put the accumulated centuries of Laboratory pay into bits, now travels for sake of finding a bit of adventure.

Personality:  Unable to form his own emotions due to hormonal immunity, but he is able to empathize strongly with what others feel.  Since he relies on the attention of others, he constantly tries to appear memorable and generally upbeat.  He focuses on making others feel good, as that allows him to feel positively.

Current Home:  Anywhere where it's free or cheap.  Usually boxes.

Misc:  Figments are a race of imaginary creatures, and implant the idea of themselves in order to gain power off of being known.  As their only physical presence is a magical avatar, they can perform a few different types of magic despite the lack of a horn, as well as an inability to be killed be damage directed at the avatar.  However, the physical abilities of the avatar are limited to the abilities of the Figment at time of ascension.

Each Figment specializes in one form of Figment magic; Jon is best at altering geometries and accessing the storage dimension, so long as he is not seen doing so.  Once a Figment has turned fully into a Figment, their eyes appear metallic, but they can wear glasses of some sort to cover it up.  They are also given heigtened rception in one sense.  Five in existence.

Jon is gender fluid, and occasionally claims to be a mare named June.

Name: Cloud Nine

Race: Pegasus

Age: 30

Mane: Dark Purple with bright purple at the tip of her tail and bright purple streaks through her mane.

Coat: Light grey.

Cutiemark: A simple white cloud.

Distinguishing Features: The white flower above her left ear, and her grey and black scarf. Her easily-occupied personality.

Specialty: Sex and seduction. "Spreading the Love"

Weaknesses: Not the strongest, fairly average flyer.

Occupation: Prostitute, anything involving sex.

Gear: The flower in her mane and her scarf. Usually a knife hidden under her right wing.

History: Cloud was born in Ponyville and spent her time there as the one matchmaker filly, putting friends together and finding the best matches, seeing who liked who and who was best together. At sixteen her family moved to Canterlot where she currently thrives as the best in her occupation. She constantly is hired by nobles to show them a good time, mare or stallion, she doesn't care, even Blueblood has met her, and she enjoys what she does immensely.

Personality: Kind and extremely flirty, loves hugs and cuddles and cheering others up.

Current Home: Canterlot.

Misc: Submissive.

Name: Ruby Flame

Race: Unicorn

Age: 24

Alignment: Good

Mane: Light pink, streaked with white, cut short.

Coat: Ruby red, also cut short.

Cutie mark.: A dark red crystal, cut into the shape of a flame.

Extra details that aren’t needed but are nice to add:

Distinguishing Features:

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): Ruby is a fire mage, specialising in short range, flamethrower-like magical bursts. She can also manifest her powers in bursts of fire that engulf her body and the area around her. She is also almost entirely immune to fire attacks of any source.

Weaknesses: As a fire mage, Ruby is naturally weak towards ice and water magic. She is also only as resilient as a normal pony, she she cannot take excessive amounts of physical or magical damage. Ruby is extremely loyal, and though that is admirable, she will throw herself into situations that she can't handle, just to protect her friends.

Occupation: Though she had served as a lieutenant in the guard at one point, she is currently working as a bailiff in Fillydelphia.

Gear: Normally, Ruby wears an extremely tight bailiff's outfit, with a short skirt. When going to battle though she trades it for a set of ruby-coloured armour, forged to be extremely resilient to damage.

History: Ruby was raised in a loving household in Fillydelphia. Growing up to a baker and a candlestick maker, she grew used to heat, and began to love it, so much so that her magic manifested itself as small flames to begin with. As she matured her flames grew in strength and intensity. On her eighteenth birthday, she joined the guard, rising quickly through the ranks. She reached the rank of Lieutenant, and as a reward, her parents purchased a suit of ruby armour. However, her various attempts to court her fellow officers got her court-marshalled, and forced her to leave the guard.

However, Ruby refused to give in, and applied to become a bailiff in her home town. By this point, the armoured image of Divine Retribution had become an icon for justice and truth in the city, and a symbol of fear for criminals. Heavily intrigued by her, she was extremely happy when she was given the job to work under her. Determined to work her out, she chased Divine repeatedly, only to lose her each time.

Personality: Ruby is extremely flirtatious, happy to fall in and out love with multiple ponies. She has however developed a severe crush on Divine Retribution, one different to the love she feels for other ponies. She is cheerful, and bubbly, happily jumping from one thought to another.

Current Home: Ruby currently resides in an apartment near the courts in Fillydelphia.

Name: Ocean Arc

Race: Earth Pony.

Age: 26.

Alignment: Good.

Mane: A slicked back styled mane. Black with burgundy highlights. His tail is long and unkempt, striped in the same colors as his mane.

Coat: Light grey.

Cutie mark: A bronze telescope and a sextant on top of a generalized map of the world.

Distinguishing Features: The most noticeable thing about Arc is his prosthetic left arm, which is made from a thick aluminum mold. He also has a scar across the bridge of his muzzle.

Specialty: Arc is an excellent sailor and explorer. He has excellent survival skills and has a lot of experience in combat.

Weaknesses: His crippled arm slightly disrupts his movement in general and more actively in combat, though he has gotten used to it.

Occupation: Explorer.

Gear: Wheres light brown saddlebags filled to the brim with essential traveling equipment. A long, light brown coat fitted with a multitude of pockets ranging from small to large, some for specific use and others for general keeping. He carries a long sword in a sheath on his back that he wields with his mouth.

History: Arc was born and raised on the Archipelago of Polistraf, a grouping of oceanic islands many miles away from any large landmass. The islanders relied heavily on boats for everything, and as such developed as a boating community. Polistraf had very fertile soil thanks mostly in part by the volcano the islands had formed around. Because of this, Polistraf was famous for it’s food and it’s diverse wildlife. A trading concord was made with the closest landmass, Equestria, where Polistraf exported the food they grew on the islands. But Polistraf wasn't just know for this. The islanders were capable sailors, many taking to fishing and other to exploring. The amount of ships originating from Polistraf is astronomically high, and those ships are very well made.

Arc was part of a crew of explorers on a ship named The Lanafir. They weren't famous, but they have had a lot of thrilling adventures at sea. Most notably was a trip to a previously undiscovered island in the south where they had found ruins of a forgotten civilization. It was a huge discovery and the crew came back from the island rich with old trinkets and items. Arc was fond of the one trinket he had found own his own and decided to keep it away from the rest of the crew. Thinking they would sell it straight away like they did with all the other treasures they acquired. It was a small box made of a smooth black rock. It looked to contain something, but despite Arc’s effort to open the small box, it remained shut. Arc carried the box around wherever he went, keeping it in his bag and only taking it out to marvel at it’s simple design. Arc had always been attracted to strange items and kept quite a few in a stash hidden away from the rest of the crew. Holding the small box helped him think straight and stay calm in tough situations, it was an support for him to lean on should he ever feel lost.

Arc was very happy sailing with the crew on The Lanafir. He loved the open sea and loved the adventures the captain dragged him and the crew on. It was a lot of fun, but dangerous too. The territories that the crew explored were not always friendly. Most of the time the places they traveled to were host to vicious fauna that wanted nothing more than to eat the intruders. Because of this inhospitable work environment, Arc developed useful survival skills and grew accustomed to combat, developing skills with swords as a tool to defend and attack. He learned a lot from these encounters and even more so from the veteran crew members. Arc prepared for everything before a journey into the unknown, packing as many essentials as he could carry, but never enough to slow him down at a significant pace. But no matter how prepared he was, there was only so much you could do against a stronger opponent. In a life threatening confrontation with an enormous  tiger, Arc got caught in the mighty jaws of the ferocious tiger. He dangled in the air by his left arm, thrashing wildly to break free while the rest of the crew fought to repel the tiger. The crew somehow managed managed to fight off the tiger, rescuing Arc, but the damage had already been done and he lost his left arm.

Even though Arc was crippled, he didn't give up his adventurous spirit. A brilliant doctor was able to attach a prosthetic arm, made from a thick aluminum mold, in place of Arc’s missing limb. It took time to get used to and even after that, he was never as agile as his companions. The crew of The Lanafir was very supportive of Arc in his recovery, they were comrades who had been through so much together. But they weren't the only ones who kept Arc afloat when he felt lost. The small black box, which he always carried around, helped him in many ways as well. Just it’s presence calmed his unstable mind, it helped him think clearly when he was alone. Strange though it may be to gain that peace from an inanimate object, that is exactly how it helped Arc.

Arc still travels with the crew on The Lanafir. Adventure is still abundant and as dangerous as ever for Arc, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Personality: Arc is the adventuring type, courageous and foolhardy. He loves exploring new land and discovering beautiful scenery not many others get to experience. Arc may appear distant at times, but is generally outgoing and expressive, especially with his crew and friends.

Current Home: His home is on the ship he travels on, The Lanafir.

Misc: The small black box Arc carries as his treasure is actually an egg. An egg that will hatch, giving birth to a very strange and unique creature. A small lizard like creature with very powerful hind legs, like a rabbit or frog. It’s tail is long with very ridged scales. It’s face is long and rectangular with long horns extending horizontally from the ridge on it’s brow. It’s eyes are a solid black like the color of it’s egg. It’s silvery blue scales are very strong and durable everywhere besides it’s underbelly where the scales look white.

Name: MoonBreeze
Race: Pegasus
Age: 22 1/2
Alginemnt: Neutral

Mane: Colour(s) are needed, but style is a plus.
Coat: Colour(s) are needed, but length is a plus
Cutie mark.: Details are appreciated but a basic description will do.
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Distinguishing Features: The contrast of colors on Moon.
Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): Music is definitely without a doubt Moon's thing. She is a virtuoso, and easily picks up on instraments and other musical things. She plays many instrments, her best being the viola. She also love playing drums. MoonBreeze has a great singing voice, and loves using it everywhere.

Weaknesses: Focus. Moon has ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder) and can new stay still or focused. She is also tapping her hooves, or moving her wings, or just fidgiting. Some find it extremely obnoxious, and are repelled by her lack of focus.
Occupation: Music shop owner. Moon gives voice lessons and instrament lessons. She also sells a wide variety of musical instraments, sheet music, and everything else you need music wise. At night, she sometimes moonlights at bars, as she is pretty good at making drinks.
Gear: A quote from Dearh Battle is appropriate for this time,
"What's better than one ninjaken? Two d***it!" - Boomstick, Death Battle.
Replace ninjaken with dagger and you have MoonBreeze!
History: Moon was born as the youngest of 3 sisters. The oldest was Lark, she was a grey unicorn with blue eyes, the middle was Citrus, a bright green and yellow unicorn with blue eyes. MoonBreeze was the only pegasus in her family, but it wasn't that strange seeing as her aunt and unle were both pegasai.

Even though she was the youngest, Moon was the first to receive her cutie mark. She was out flying, and found a couple of elderly ponies stuck it some clouds. MoonBreeze heroically saved them and destroyed the cloud, which earned her a cutie mark. Her sisters still hadn't figured out there talents when Moon came home a night in the middle of Autumn with her cutie mark. Her sisters were jealous, and received there within a few months, but Moon still felt special. She also was the first to move out and go to a music school. Once graduated, Moon moved to Manehattan, wanting a taste of city life affer all those years in Cloudsdale. She opened up her shop and became quite successful.

Personality: Moon is extremely ambitious and cocky. She loves to strive to be the best, and boosts her ego everytime she succeeds. Her bragging irritates people beyond belief, but she reels them back in with her charming sense of humor and quick wits. MooBreeze is a bit slow on social ques, but is loyal and fun to be around.
Current Home: Apartment in Manehattan, on her own.
Misc:

Name: Star Sentinel (redo)

Race: Thestral

Age: 16

Mane: Black

Coat: Gray

Cutiemark: Constellation of Scutum

Extra details that aren’t needed but are nice to add: Cat like eyes that are teal.

Distinguishing Features: His bat-like wings, fluffy tipped ears, and sunglasses.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): Agile while in the air, pinpoint accuracy with throwing knives, excellent hearing, and can see better in the dark than normal ponies. He is also rather fast and strong for pegasus standards.

Weaknesses: High pitched noise and when not wearing his glasses he can get blinded by bright lights. He doesn't like talking about his past, much less want to remember anything that happened in his past.

Occupation: Lunar Guard

Gear: Sunglasses, lunar guard armor and a sword that has an engraving of the moon on the hilt.

History: In the time period Star had once lived in, it was in devastation after Discord had ruled. Ponies were suffering and when Celestia and Luna trapped Discord in stone, things got only slightly better. Ponies were still starving and there were more foals in orphanages then they could feed. Some foals were just out right thrown out into the streets to fend for themselves.

When he was a foal, Star was left at an orphanage by his parents. Having no parents and a caretaker who didn't like foals, Star had to learn to grow up faster than what he was supposed to. The older foals in the orphanage helped him learn and how to not starve. They also helped him stay out of trouble by roaming the streets of Canterlot at night.

As he got slightly older, he helped the other younger foals. At that time he was about nine years old, but he know more things than any adult would. He knew how to stick to the shadows and when not to be stupid. He knew how to live in the environment Discord had left Equestria in.

One night, and a few other foals went out of the orphanage to explore Canterlot, even though Star said they shouldn’t. They went towards the castle, as close as they dared to go without getting in trouble. They saw two guards standing still as statues. They almost through they were statues until one of them sneezed. Star panicked pushed the other foals back towards the orphanage only to be caught by another guard that was patrolling around Canterlot.

Unlucky for them, this particular guard didn’t really like foals and seeing that they were suppose to be roaming around Canterlot made him all the more happy to punish them. Star stood in front of the other foals, intending to protect at all cost. At that moment a constellation appeared on his flank, marking that he got his cutie mark. This particular constellation, however, represented a shield. It showed that he would protect others from threats.

The guard just laughed at Star and his futile attempt to protect the other foals. While the guard was laughing, however, Star jumped towards him and punched him as hard as he could. The guard was taken back by the sudden punch. He fell to the ground, shocked at the little colt. The guard jumped back to his hooves, drawing his spear and trying to hit Star with the handle.

Star was hit on the head with the handle of the spear, but didn’t move from his spot. He stayed there in front of the other foals. He wouldn’t let this guard get to the others even if he get severely hurt. The guard just stared at him, silently wondering. They both stared each other down.

Star jumped at the guard again. The guard, however, was ready and used his spear to swat Star away. Star landed on the ground hard. The guard raised his spear and brought it down on him. Star covered his head with his hooves, waiting for what was to come, but it never came.

Star moved his hooves away from his head and saw a dark blue shield around him and the other foals. The guard’s spear was on the ground and the guard himself was cowering on the ground, staring at a tall, lanky figure flying in the sky. The figure had both wings and a horn. Star looked at the figure, knowing that he has seen this pony before.

The figure landed right in front of the guard, glaring at him. Able to see more of the figure in the dim moon light, Star could see the pony had a dark purple coat and a starry mane. It then just clicked in Star’s mind who this pony was. It was Princess Luna, the princess of the night. Star watched as Luna’s magic aura wrapped around the guard, and in a flash the guard was gone.

The shield around Star and the other foals disappeared, Luna smiling at them all. Star quickly bowed down to Luna, the other foals following his lead. Luna told them to rise and asked them what they were doing exploring Canterlot alone at night and where their parents were.

Star explained to Luna that they were orphans and didn’t have any parents. He also said that they wanted to explore Canterlot at night because they had a lower chance of being caught by an adult. He quickly apologized to Luna for them getting in trouble with a guard.

Luna told Star that it was alright and that he was a very brave pony for standing up to a guard. She told them that they should probably get back to their orphanage before another guard comes by. The other foals quickly ran off leaving Star there with Luna. He quickly hugged one of her forelegs and ran off after the others.

Later that month, a festival was being held in the center of Canterlot. The festival was dedicated to Starswirl the Bearded. Star and some of the foals from the orphanage attended and looked around at all the stuff. Star, in particular, went to watch a demonstration of Starswirl’s time traveling spell.

The ponies that were demonstrating it asked for a volunteer from the audience and Star raised his hoof. The ponies on the stage laughed a little at how excited Star was and chose him to try the spell on. The ponies were pretty sure the spell wouldn’t work and figured it was harmless to try it on a little colt.

Star flew up onto the stage and stood still, waiting for the ponies to cast the spell. The two ponies wrapped Star in their magic aura and casted the spell. In a flash of bright light Star was gone, shocking both the ponies on the stage and the audience.

Star had to close his eye at how bright the flash was, and when he opened his eyes he saw he wasn’t on a stage anymore. He was standing on a cobblestone path leading into a small town. Wondering where he was, Star followed the path into the small town.

Once in the town, Star looked around at the builds, noticing they weren’t like the building in Canterlot. He quickly crossed out  being in Canterlot as a no brainer, because the town wasn’t on the side of a mountain and he could see Canterlot in the distance.

He considered asking one of the ponies in the small town where he was, but decided against it because they would find out he’s not from this town. Something clicked in him mind that seemed to elude him earlier. He didn’t remember a town being anywhere near the base of the mountain that  Canterlot resided on.

Star wondered if there was a library in the small town, spreading his wings and flying. He had to learn at least where he was. He’d figure he’d find out when this town was set up as well while he’s at it.

Star stopped in the air when he saw a giant tree that looked like it was made into a house. He landed in front of a window and looked inside. Seeing bookshelves and books, he ran inside the tree and started searching for what town this was and when it was built.

He searched hours on end and didn’t find anything. Just as he was about to give up he found a book called “Predictions and Prophecies”. It told about a Mare in the Moon and the Elements of Harmony. Star didn’t really understand what the book was saying, but was pretty sure there wasn’t a mare in the moon the last time he checked.

Star closed the book and put it aside for a later time, continuing his search for what town he was in. Instead of find the name of the town he was in he found more information on the Mare in the Moon and a pony named Nightmare Moon.

Convinced he wouldn’t find the name of the town in the books, he just started to read about Nightmare Moon and how the pony was sent to the moon. The more he read, however, the more the pieces started to line up. From the spell that was suppose to teleport him in time to the legend of the Mare in the Moon and Nightmare Moon.

Star was too focused on to books he never even noticed when the sun went down. He did, however, notice that he was sleepy. He just continued to studying the books and tried to make sense of it all.

The next morning, Star woke up to some crazy pink pony shaking him. The pink pony quickly said to go to the park and meet an orphanage caretaker by the fountain. The pink pony put the books he was looking back on the shelves and zoomed off, grabbing Star on her way out.

When the pink pony finally stopped, Star was practically screaming in terror. After all, he was just rudely awaken was carried all the way to the park by a crazy pony. The pink pony dropped him down in front of an earth pony mare who looked at the pink pony curiously. The pink pony just smiled then zoomed off.

The pony asked if Star was a orphan like that pink pony said he was. At first, Star was hesitant to answer, but after a few moments he said yes. The pony seemed to smile even more at Star. The pony started to walk away, Star following close behind for reasons unknown to even himself.

The pony walked over to a building, walking inside. Star poked his head inside and saw other foals playing around, jumping on bunk beds and playing tag. Star knew what kind of building this was and what kind of pony the earth pony was. It was an orphanage and this pony was the caretaker of the orphanage. As small smile crept onto his mouth as he walked in and played with the other foals. He figured if the other foals were happy then the caretaker had to be nice. His thoughts were proven right over the years.

A few years later, Star had lived in the orphanage with the other foals in Ponyville, learning the name of the town when he was brought to the schoolhouse to learn. He had forgotten about the books he was researching when he first got to Ponyville and that time period. Only a few months ago did he remember what he was researching because Nightmare Moon returned and Princess Luna was made co-ruler of Equestria again.

He thought he owed a debt he need to repay for that night Luna saved him. He moved away from Ponyville and moved to Canterlot so he could be close to Luna and be a Royal Guard. He trained his hardest to be a guard and when he was accepted he was happy as can be and continued to train with all his might.

Personality: Reckless, Goofy, Kind, Impatient at times, foalish, and Brave. He also acts like any normal guard when around Luna.

Virtue: Loyalty

Current Home: Canterlot

Misc:

Name: Dusk Quill

Race: Unicorn

Age: 23

Mane: https://i.imgur.com/T31VX5s.png Silvery white

Coat: A deep sapphire blue. See above link for exact color.

Cutie mark: https://i.imgur.com/bj7ymPA.png A book with a quill.

Extra details that aren’t needed but are nice to add: Crimson eyes, and a gray streak that runs through his tail.

Distinguishing Features: I'll stick with the gray steak in the tail.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): Dusk has a talent for the written word, fiction and poetry in particular. Writing is his passion and his world, and he's always looking for the next good chapter to put in his stories.

Weaknesses: Crippling insecurity about his own work and worth. He's a fairly average pony otherwise, with no particular magic abilities or skills worth writing home about.

Occupation: Writer.

Gear: A special fountain pen he's never without.

History: Dusk Quill was born and raised in a quiet community just outside of Fillydelphia. He lived an ordinary life growing up in the sleepy suburb, taking a fondness to books and the written word at a young age. He became a loner, choosing to spend his time immersed in the worlds between pages of prose for hours at a time. This lifestyle followed him all the way through university, where he would spend his days observing the world around him and taking in all the little details of the ponies inhabiting it.

When he graduated, Dusk set out across Equestria with a single goal: to write. He took it as his own personal quest to tell the stories of ponies he encountered, writing their struggles, achievements, and lives into the pages of his manuscripts, all while searching for where he belongs in the world.

Personality: Gentle, honest, and warm-hearted, Dusk tries to make the best of any situation he finds himself in. His shyness often keeps him from saying the first word or making the first move, though if he has something to say, he says it. His humor is often sarcastic and droll, but despite it, he is an old-fahsioned romantic at heart. Though he stays to the sidelines a lot, his ambition keeps him on his hooves, and it doesn't take a lot of coaxing to get him into the action. His pony-watching hobby has made him astute to spotting the finer details and subtleties in things, and he often picks up on little nuances others might miss.

Current Home: Resides in Ponyville, but travels often.

Misc: —

Name: FireBurst
Race: Unicorn
Age: 6 (In Pony years. In human years He is about 20 or so.)
Mane: Blue with a red streak down the middle
Coat: Orange
Cutie Mark: A black firework
Distinguishing features: He always has soot stuck in his coat
Specialty: Making fireworks
Weakness: Being Distracted
Occupation: Entertainment with fireworks.
Gear: N/A
History: He usually waited for his cutie mark until his parents had a big fight. Thats when he decided to help out others when they had problems. This was when he got his cutie mark trying to cheer his friends up with fireworks.
Personality: He enjoys being polite to others and is nice to everypony he meets, no matter who they are.
Current home: He lives alone in a small house in Ponyville by the town hall.
Misc.: N/A
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Name: Silversteel

Race: Unicorn

Age: Twenty six, roughly

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Mane: A long and flowing dark green mane, which he specifically kept as such for the sake of added dramatic impact during windy days.

Coat: Silver.

Cutie mark.: A metal snowflake.

Extra details that aren’t needed but are nice to add: Silversteel uses his weaponry by wearing them on his hooves instead of using his magic to grip them like most other unicorns.

Distinguishing Features: His long mane, especially on windy days.

Specialty (eg. special spells, unique powers etc): Silversteel has a knack for almost anything mixed, and almost all of his skills, techniques and abilities are hybrids of things. His fighting style is a strange medley, relying on melee single - hoof swordsmanship, throwing - knife play, acrobatics, mobility and defense magic, and occasional explosives.

This hybridization tendency seeps into every aspect of Silversteel's personality. His cooking is a mix of assorted styles, his metalwork usually revolves around alloys and pattern mixes, and his sculpting often creates weird monsters with pieces of creatures patched together. In fact, the only activity of his where mixing is not prominent is in his mead creation.

Weaknesses: Silversteel tends to be terrible in conversations as he mixes together speech patterns.

Occupation: During times of war, he leads the Argyrum Rangers, a small group of highly - trained and specialized unicorns. In peace, he sell mead and assorted metalwork. It has often been a joke in his group that he should make metallic mead to fit in with his theme of mixing things.

Gear: He wears light armor fashioned from small silver - steel alloy chains, has small throwing knives on his person, and has an ornate silver sword mounted on a bracer that he wears on his hoof.

History: (AU) Silversteel grew in a tiny village in the South - Eastern corner of Equestria, surrounded by a forest filled with dangerous creatures, and so weapons were much coveted. However, the village subsisted on silver mining, which, while profitable, wasn't all that useful in their daily struggle for safety and survival. Silversteel's parents were smiths, and named him such in the hopes that someday he would "be as beautiful as silver and strong like steel".

He grew up and learned the tricks of the smithing trade from his parents, and went steps further. His parents worked mostly with steel, which was harder to get than silver in his village, and subsequently managed to put a strain on the family budget. Silversteel got his mark and lived up to his name almost simultaneously one snowy winter night, when he experimented on a feasible hybrid of silver and steel for weapon - making, and succeeded.

This mix granted his family some prosperity, and his town some security. When there wasn't much need for his weapons expertise, he spent his time experimenting with food and drink. At some point, he tasted mead and became a fan, dedicating a large chunk of his income into making his own and driving a business with it. To the present day, he remains the only supplier of mead in the village, even after he took up residence elsewhere.

He grew up a healthy and strong young stallion, without too much incident. There were always many life or death battles in his life, as expected for a land surrounded by hardship, which honed his unique and most would say nonsensical fighting style and capabilities.

However, when war struck, none was spared. Eventually the unicorns marched and seized his village, and found that his family was responsible for the unique assortment of military tools found in the village, and this allowed them to bargain with the army. They struck a deal - "We work for you, and the village retains its autonomy."

Silversteel's unique capabilities quickly endeared him to some of the higher - ups in the Horncaste unicorn army, and he rose through the ranks. Within three years he was a commander of his own tiny group, called the Argyrum Rangers. However, this group filled with members and friends of his own choosing had a secret agenda - they were, in accordance with the Horncaste itself, working to end the war; however, they were seeking to end it without concern regarding whether or not they were the victor.

Personality: Silversteel, true to his preferences, is a mix of assorted characteristics normally incongruous with each other. He tends to be unpredictable due to his innovative mindset and creativity leading him to experiment and combine almost everything, even his own personality. However, there are a few constants, such as his generally easily abashed and flustered behavior, his love for grandeur and sense of the dramatic, and his general obliviousness.

He has a knack for making conversation and interaction generally awkward as he either says things that sound like other things entirely, or speaks in a manner that is too much of a motley medley of others to be comprehensible. He also has a bit of tendency to be twitchy.

Silversteel is rather easy to get along with, if one can get used to his strange antics and speaking.

Current Home: He has taken up temporary residence in Canterlot.

Misc: He made a metal snowflake once in the image of his cutie mark. He brings it with him and it occasionally sees use in battle.

Ician wrote:

Name: Eclipse

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Name: Falcone

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