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Martel Von Starkhuf trudged along the small path, battered by rain and limping heavily as his usually trusty leg brace strained and squeaked under the effort. He had just finished his last contract, and while the job itself was a milk run, he found himself running into a few problems afterwards. His brace, the thing that allowed him to walk, had been damaged, and now even simple waking was strenuous. He had to do all the work with his front legs, barely able to move his rump. Martel snorted and pushed on, knowing that he couldn't give up. As a foal with a stunted leg, he was unable to walk, or even stand, for long periods of time. Martel had to build himself a brace for his leg out of steel springs, sponges, and a steel block. It had served him well, but it, and he, was on its last legs. Of course, I had to take a risk... I just had to be taking another job. His pelt was matted and his burgundy mane stuck to his head and face and he took a moment to catch his breath. Martel's long and thin tail dragged behind him on the ground as he stood in place. He closed his eyes and reminded himself why he was doing this, and that he really couldn't turn back. So now, with no other options, he climbed up the rocky path that lead to a secluded lighthouse. Hoping to find the pony that would be able to fix his brace. Some of his friends and contacts heard about his problem, and they were quick to give him a list of names. Each name was well known, and qualified, but his eyes fell on the last name on the list and he decided then and there where to go. Whoever Rivet was, they had better be worth it Martel needed the help, he had a new contract starting soon, and he couldn't serve on an airship with a bad leg. Hopefully he had found the right pony. Why did I have to be picking the one in the middle of nowhere? The path grew steeper, and the large, dark purple stallion grunted as he literally dragged his lower body up closer to his destination. Every now and then he would lose his grip and stumble, but he willed himself onward. Eventually, soaked and out of breath, he found himself at the entrance to the light house. Martel raised a large hoof and brought it down on the large door, hoping to be loud enough to be heard over the storm. When the door finally opened, the large, soaked, frustrated, pained, and overall imposing stallion growled, "Is this Rivet's place?"
The following three nominees are for Best Earth Pony OC. For your consideration... Brianblackberry's OC, Carrot Fields - A mainstay of our forum practically since the beginning, this carrot farmer with his head in the stars has had more than enough time to make a lot of good impressions. Brianblackberry has imbued this Ponyville stallion with charisma to spare as he's expertly defined this memorable guy. Banhammer's OC, Martel - Strong, sturdy and striking, this Germane stallion is always bound to make quite the impression, especially as he is played so well by Bannhammer. With his trusty hammer Zornstahl at his side, he is imposing and talented mercenary more than able to make his enemy's squirm in fear. SteelEagle's OC, Valen Orange- This little Orange is nothing but sweet! A Manehattan youth with a bright attitude and an unfortunate knack for unearthing trouble wherever he goes, in the charming earth pony colt, SteelEagle has found a fantastic RP pony with hidden depth. There is a both a link to a log as well as the application for every character. Who is the best Earth Pony OC of them all?
Another day, another contract. Unfortunately, this one just so happened to land Martel in a city he absolutely loathed. Compared to the average town in Germaney, Stalliongrad was a dirty, disgusting, sprawling, derelict, nasty town filled with terrible drink and starving masses. Martel Von Starkhuf didn't hate the ponies and gryphons that lived here, he found them rugged and charming, traits that he missed from his home. The city itself just elicited a nausea from the Stallion that left him on the threshold of retching every ten minutes or so. Why, out of all the places on the map, did his target choose to take refuge here? "Verdammt, Ich hasse das." he muttered to himself. The mercenary always followed the contract, no matter where it took them, if only his client hadn't offered so many bits... That was beside the point, all Martel wanted to focus on now was simply finding his target and taking care of them, then he could go home! The job was just to deliver a message, a very violent message with plenty of exclamation points and property damage. Well, the town certainly lived up to expectations. Martel found himself wandering a narrow street, lined with dirt and grime and even dirtier ponies. He tossed a couple bits there way and continued on, not giving them a second glance. Normally he'd be far friendlier, but he was on the clock. The large stallion reached a dead end in the alley and grunted in frustration. This was getting ridiculous, he was never going to find the pony he was looking for if he continued to play it safe. Darn the consequences, he needed to find this guy and SOON. Martel reached into his tunic and pulled out Zornstahl, his most prized possession that happened to be a massive hammer. He observed it in the dirty light, and after giving it a quick polish with his cloak to remove the thin layer of grime, he attached it to the end of his tail. The large mercenary gave it a few experimental swings before slamming it into a nearby wall, fracturing it and nearly smashing right through the thing. Smiling and filled with a sense of power, Martel left the dead end and let his hammer dangle behind him in plain sight. The pony he was looking had better watch out, he had a Von Starkhuf coming after him.