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About Bronco

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  • Birthday 03/26/2000

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    Most of the East Coast
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    Track, Swimming, Military, Music, Games, seventies music...

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  1. I'm sorry to hear about that, but they're in a better place. You have my deepest condolences.
  2. From the album Maps

    This is only here to be used in an upcoming RP.
  3. neat my fam
  4. I've got honesty covered, was gonna just use bronco cause he kinda fits into the country earth pony stereotype. Was gonna be ironic too with his sarcastic side.
  5. here bro, don't worry I disappear a lot too.
  6. "Now, while shrubchub's out getting what I can only hope's a breath mint, I suggest B-lining for home...something tells me he's pissed," As he finished his instructions a loud roar erupted above. Over the rooftops of the shabby village appeared a familiar craft. resembling a horseshoe, but with all of the aerodynamic features such a craft required, the silver vessel hovered near them. It's faded blue thrusters sending warm air through their manes. Lucky stared in shock, as horrified as the foal beside him had previously been. He quickly snapped out of his panic. "shi-QUICK I need you to take these," He began hastily offering his pistols to the young pony. "Wait what-NO, why?" "Don't worry safety's on, we'll call it even afterwards," The foal continued pushing the weapons away. "No no no, I can't-YOU can't" The craft had reached the ground, and with a hydraulic wine the back of the ship dropped down, revealing the cabin within. Lucky quickly holstered his pistols, stood erect and plastered what he could only hope was a convincing smile across his snout. "Prick" He whispered to the foal. He received a disgusted and confused expression in return.
  7. (btw what green did you choose?)
  8. "Again dude, name's not Lucky. THAT'd be dim wit of a brother," "Yes, but Lucky IS the more polite of the two," "Toggle speaker," The display fell silent as the engines began to take dominance of the quiet cockpit. Shortly after one final beep came through. A message had override the gauges on the small screen. The pilot took a quick look. Rude_ Frozen, a multitude of thoughts raced through the filly's mind. They were a mix of happiness and bitter moments alike, but above them all unspeakable fear lingered. Her pupils, the size of dinner plates, refused to turn from her demise. The Timberwolf remained stiff as well. Huffing aggressively it barred its' wooden fangs. The stench wrinkled her nose. "Please" She squeaked her plea to the beast. For a second it stood their, inviting the thought that it may have considered mercy. But then, it reared up on its hind legs. Its' sharpened claws reached to the sky, towering over all (even the buildings) around. This Timberwolf was not the average Everfree predator. It was something more, enhanced, grown for pure destruction. The thoughts quickened, racing through the young pony's head at lightning speed. She felt the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Mommy!" She called out before huddling into a tight ball. *BOOM* She waited for the pain of the wolfs' crushing weight. When none came she dared a small peak. *BANG* The wolf staggered, hit by some unseen force! It continued to retreat, step by step, as more shots whizzed by. *CRACK BANG BOOM* Suddenly, another shadow stood over her, she looked up to find another pony much older than herself. He donned a leather jacket and stood on his handlers. Two firearms, one a kind of revolver and the other a more modern weapon, were grasped tightly in his hooves. "wh-who are you?" "Apparently Mommy,"
  9. Within the Ever Free Forrest... (Damnit) Feeling the soft grass beneath her hooves, a small foal stepped out into the light. The clearing before her hosted a bounty of beautiful flora. Rich lavender rose from a sea of radiant yellow violets. Slowly they parted as she made her way out of the forest shadows, shafts of light warming her coat. Out in the middle, a singular red poppy rested in the shade of the towering purple flowers. Her eyes widened in excitement over the discovery. "Perfect, just what I need," She pranced with glee, making her way to the handsome specimen. Lowering her head to the flower she took in a whiff of its' sweet aroma before attempting to pluck it from the ground. *Snap* Her head shot back up. Swiveling around she scanned the trees. An uneasy feeling began to rise in her stomach. The rustling of leaves directed her attention in front of her. She peered into the darkness, struggling to make out any kind of figure. A growl erupted from the shroud of branches and she took a hastily step back. Another growl as glowing green eyes opened ahead of her. Heart racing and lungs burning, the foal raced through the endless foliage. Weaving through the forest's tightly nit labyrinth of trunks she struggled to keep pace. Stems seemed to snatch at her hooves while the ground steadily shook, a sign of her follower. Muscling through on pure adrenaline the forest shrieked around her as birds and insects scattered in her wake. The screams terrified her, chilling her to the core despite the many shafts of springtime sun lighting the way. A little further and the light seemed to brighten as the foliage gave way to an open field. Bursting from the shadows, the little pegasus flapped her young wings. "gah!" tumbling back down to the ground her wing hurt as much as it did before. With little time to focus on her injury she was quickly shaken from her thoughts as the forest shook violently. Horrified she watched as the mighty trees snapped like twigs, wood chips showering down like snow. Through the creaking of wood came the fierce roars of her pursuers. She continued to run, galloping as fast as she could towards the small village ahead. Hoping to seek shelter she mustered the strength to jump the front gate, spiked barricades and all. Another rough landing awaited her on the other side. Her wing stung as she landed on her side. Another scream erupted from her throat, they were answered by the predatory cries of her followers. Unable to recover, stunned by the pain shooting through her body, she tried desperately to squirm to safety. The closest house, though shut up tight, could have provided safe haven. But as she crawled, she felt a hot breath blow down her neck. The rumbling had stopped. Turning, she locked eyes with the devil. It's menacing green eyes drilling into her soul. The creature cracked and snapped as it breathed, sharp twigs and sturdy logs made up its' biology. The Timberwolf had caught its prey. "o-oh..." "Shit." The steady drone of engines could be heard in the cockpit. Below, the land of Equestria whizzed by. "Damnit that bastard! Unbelievable!" "You worry too much Mr. Barns, I'm sure Mr. Barns is fine," The console in front of the pilot, steadily blinked as it spoke. Above the two were more switches and instrumentation. The radar blipped as it tracked their target. "Aint him I'm worried 'bout. Look, we're almost there he shouldn't have been able to cause too much trouble yet," He turned in his seat to face the cabin behind him. "we're com'n up on the drop doc! Get ready, this one's a real hoof full,"
  10. USE AS AN EXAMPLE IF NEEDED Name: Lucky Secret Identity: Bucky Barns Costume: Casual (brown) leather jacket accompanied by two crossed holsters underneath Description: (Earth pony) Olive Green coat, a messy black mane and tail, and brown eyes Mark: A golden horseshoe Power: Extremely lucky, granting him miraculously favorable outcomes in many situations. Applies this to weapon use. Weakness: Luck can run out. after doing something fairly impossible his luck diminishes greatly and must recharge.
  11. of magic, friendship, and home to pony kind. Guarded by its' mightiest heroes, the Elements Of Harmony, its' denizens have enjoyed peace and prospered. (Not anymore really, but ok) (Nightmare Moon, Discord, Tirek...) But, years later when the elements have Disappear who will defend the pastel peoples of this great land? (We talkin 'Moon' years or what?) What fate beholds Equestria? (befalls) Where have the elements gone? And why is the Ever Free Forest growing? ('s a natural park dude) All these answers and more in this weeks edition of... (addition) The Stu-spec-su-taculor-ic DEFENDERS (of Equestria) Greetings readers I'm the editor, here's the REAL information. This will be a comic book role play, featuring heroes of our own making. At this time villains aren't permitted...perhaps later. You've only received a small taste of what's to come, the universe is much more complicated. But don't worry not too complicated, we're not Marvel. Characters: the top bun of our super sandwich, we like Batmares here (no super powers). Your character will instead have a 'power' based off of their enhanced element. Sounds confusing I know, but it'll make sense as we drive the story. So, decide on a power or two based on your characters birthmar-cutiemark . That about raps this up, now prepare to both metaphorically and literary roast your brain while indulging in the nonsensical impossibilities of our superhero construct. and have fun.
  12. Role Call Bronco A rough and tumble cowpony, raised on grain and grits, resides in the small settlement of Dodge Junction. Don't let his humble upbringings fool you though, Bronco enjoys the odd jobs of all walks of life. Having traveled most of the Equestrian continent and then some, he's made a habit of finding himself in many a predicament...a majority of them dangerous (not to his disliking). Profile Description: medium build, light chestnut coat, darker brown main (short with slight swooping front), blue eyes, crosshair cutie mark Personality: Positive, resilient, and loyal Age: young adult Likes: Southern charm, adventure, travel Dislikes: betrayal and boredom
  13. The Devil's Grass
  14. FOB "Tumble Weed" Appleoosa SE Equestrial Union The day was far too young for trouble, but that didn't mean much. As the sun slumbered, quelling the needs of dormant masses, fate's mischief had risen early. Rudely, it had already jostled First Sergeant McTrowel from sleep's grasp. Now, he was off to continue the cycle. As he made his way through the FOB, slugging through the southern lane of netted hootches, he continued to blink away a crusty layer of fresh sleepies. His trail then twisted around into the eastern avenue of the camp, it's chain linked fence catching starlight on the base border. Soon, he'd slinked down the dry riverbed path to one of the furthest barracks. Stumbling up the small steps outfront, he peered threw the mesh of the door before hissing inside, "Barns," The interior remained silent. "Barns, get up. Get up. Get your ass up!" Sheets could be heard ruffling as someone stirred within, "Keep that up and the whole Hive's gonna hear you," "Don't worry, I'll make sure they zap you first,"
  15. Too deep a question man, I'ma need my good **** for this.