Lockheart

He groaned and got out his history book. "Hate this class..." he mumbled.

He smirked, and floated slowly back over to his desk.

((Sorry, bouncing around from humanized to pony and back, got a bit confusing. I'll remember next time! ^^))

He walked slowly into the class, throwing himself into a desk and putting his books down. He noted the sad look on the guys face. He flew over and hovered over his head. "What's wrong, mate?"

He rose up slowly, stretching and grabbed his back pack, carrying his planner in his hand as he lazily strolled over to history.

"Sargent Blitz, Private Lockheart hears you loud and," He paused and fired the sniper. "He's down!" The echo's of machine guns sounded in the background. "Clear. We need a Pegasus in the air ASAP, we're getting overrun and need evac!"

So far, it's been uneventful. It's like moving from one cage to another cage that's a bit more fancy... " He noticed the sidelong glance of another classmate. "Hey, um... Wanna come on over?" He said to the other classmate.

"My parents thought I deserved a higher education than that you could get in the slums of Manehatten, how about you?"

"Really? I just got bored one day and gave it a shot. It isn't as easy as it seemed at first!" He chuckled slightly.

"Well, I'm not all that good at it yet, but electro-house..."He looked over at Ink, hoping he wouldn't think lesser of him.

He spotted a horde of them coming up to MorningDawns left, and started firing, the knock back sending him back a few feet each time, but he hit every shot. "Sending you a small heads up, Morning, theres a pack of about five about to flank you." He put in another mag and started firing. " Make that four... three... two... "

"Er... I like to um..." *Think!* He rubbed his head. "Game... And make a bit of music."

"Lockheart..." He talked as he leaned back to grab the pencil.

He heard the convo going on on his coms system. "You guys need support?" He hopped into the back of the truck and found a sniper. Che king for ammo, he jumped up out of the truck and started flapping his wings with great power until he was hovering above the truck, about as high as they others were.

He was started to doze again after the book incident when the pencil bounced off the back of his neck. He looked up and rubbed the back of his neck, where the sharp point had tagged him. "Who threw that?" He asked gently to no one in particular.

(Everyone did, it's fine! ^_^) He jumped slightly, taking in a sharp breath and stretching his arms. "I'm awake!"

He nodded and hopped off the truck and stood, waiting for his partner, observing for any sign that they have alerted the enemies. "Looks calm so far." he said after scanning. "No excessive security thank goodness..."

Amidst all the chaos, Lockheart decided that it would be best to just take a nap. He put his head on his binder and extended his wings over his face, listening to all the quick greetings and little chit chat as he drifted off.

He hoped into the back after lifting the Spartan over his back. He turned around to look for any sign of movement in the smoldering wreckage. "Nothing is showing up but fire in the thermal scans, sir." His AI said calmly. He nodded and sat, looking over his supplies.

Lockheart walked up from the front of the wreckage, rolling his shoulder and rolling his neck. "I would... It'll allow reinforcements if we need them." He slapped a mag into his pistol and put it in its holster.

Lockheart walked into homeroom, looking over his homeroom class-mates. "I hope none of them'll notice..." He walked to the back corner of the room, putting down his back pack and getting out his organizer, writing down his homeroom teachers name and room number.

(Is there a time a day most of y'all are on? I just need to know so I don't miss a part of it...)

Your name: Lockheart Your age: 17 Your grade: Junior Your gender: Male Your Race: Pegasus Description of self: 6'2", Tan with jet black hair and ice blue eyes along with a moderate build. Usually wears a blue shirt with a black jacket and black skinny jeans. Only wears black High top Chucks. Quick Back Story: His name's Lockheart and he grew up on the streets of Manehatten. He has been a "blank flank" his whole life, but don't point it out. He fell into a clan called the "Blank Flanks", a group who is all over, hurting all who dare make fun of "Blank Flanks" He's very quiet and usually keeps to himself, and is really nice so long as others don't point out his difference. Cutie Mark: None

Name:Lockheart Age:Young Stallion Military League: Soldier Brief Back Story: A blank flank all his life, Lockheart joined and now is second in command of the gang, The Blank Flanks, who have recruitment centers spread all around Equestria. He has lots of combat training from protecting himself on the streets, using what all he could to get by. What weapons the pony uses: Combat Knife, Switch Blade, 9 mm pistol and crossbow Any thing i missed? : Gold coat with redish-orange, chopped mane. Ice blue eyes. Pegasus.