The Coltaran Chronicles: Chapter 1 OOC (OPEN)

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Name: Dusk the Twisted

Sex: Male

Age: Stallion

Species: unicorn

*Nationality: Coltara

**Organization: none

***Social class: Commoner

Eye color: grey

Coat color: dull bronze

Mane/tail: Black

Physique: Slightly smaller than most regular ponies.

Cutie mark/Destiny mark: A silver cog, with a scalpel in the center of it, and electricity arcing between them. After several years of studying medicine and mechanical science, as well as secretly learning magic on his own, it appeared on his chest.

Origin/Residence: he was born in a small village of little importance beyond farming crops. After his magical abilities were discovered, ran for his life. He is currently living on his own, wandering the world in hopes of finding more power.

Occupation: occasionally a surgeon, sometimes a mechanic, constantly a lawbreaker.

Personality: He is greedy, paranoid, selfish, power hungry, and can be cold when needed. His attitude changes according to the class of the pony he is talking to. A commoner, he’ll be kind and happy, as long as any work he does he is paid for. To any of the Blood, low or high, he will either act as an equal, or treat them mockingly, even insultingly.

Family: He has two older brothers, and his mother and father still live in his old village as far as he knows. He no longer maintains any contact with them, and grows uncomfortable when asked any question about them.

Back story: He was born into a small village, his family already consisting of two older brothers, his mother, and his father. His Father was the town surgeon, healing the sick and wounded, while his brothers were training to become soldiers in the EVA. His mother was a housewife who wanted to get higher up in class, becoming a Low Blood. She always hoped that one of her sons would achieve greatness in the EVA, thus letting them become part of the Low Blood. Unfortunately, Dusk was born a runt, stopping him from joining the army. His mother saw him as useless, and spent little if any time with him. His father, however, found something else for Dusk to do. When he started school, his father started teaching him his own trade, medicine and surgery. Having grown up with two brothers who spent most of their time practicing fighting and building muscles, with a mother who would look at him and shake her head, he was captivated by both school and his father’s teachings. He quickly learned how to read, and soon after that, to write. He learned quickly, staying at the top of his class as the years went by. Unfortunately, every rose has its thorn. The other ponies in his class would often pick on him since he was smaller and weaker than they. He spent most of his time alone, or helping his father.

One day, while he was reading a book beneath a tree in the schoolyard, he found himself surrounded by several thugs/fellow school ponies. They started off as they normally did, insulting him, laughing at him. He responded as he always did, huddling against the tree and reading his book with his nose jammed in it. One of the thugs grew tired of simply jeering at him, and grabbed his book away from him. This was the first time any of them had taken something of his, at least, in his presence. Staring up at the thug in shock, he watched helplessly as the thug dangled the book in front of him and laughed at his feeble attempts to get it back. As it went on longer, Dusk started to feel angrier and angrier. Falling down on the ground, panting as much from anger as from exhaustion, he glared at the thugs as they laughed at him. When one of them snatched the book from his fellow and reached for a page as though to tear it up, something finally snapped in Dusk. Having spent most of his life with books as his only source of comfort, aside from his father, he couldn’t bear to watch one get mutilated. He knew that using magic was dangerous, but right now he could care less. In a rage, he took hold of the magic and lashed out at the thug with it. His horn glowed and small bolts of electricity arced across it. He didn’t know what he did, but the results were similar to a large hoof hitting the thug in the stomach. The thug doubled over and fell on his side, with his fellows looking at him in shocked silence. Dusk would have stopped to gape with them, but with the book on the ground and no one looking at him, he took his chance and ran. After that, it took several weeks before any of the other ponies would even look at him. He could have cared less. That small moment of magic was like the sweetest honey he had ever had, mixed with fowl water from a swamp. Yet that wasn’t the best part for him. For a moment, he had had more power than any of the other ponies surrounding him. That single fact was enough for Dusk to try and learn more about using magic.

Several more years past, filled with study of surgery, science, and magic. He learned anything he could about magic, whether on his own or from ancient books and tales. He made certain that nopony knew what he was doing, fearing what would happen to him if the Blood discovered. It wasn’t easy, knowing what he could do. He spent even more of his time alone now, either in his room, or outside the village. The only time he spent with his father was during surgeries. The first few years of magic study and use seemed to have no affect on him. But, nearing his last few years of school, he started to notice strange things. He would sometimes hear sounds, seeming to be far off and distant, like water or sometimes falling rocks. Occasionally he would even hear faint voices, so quiet that he could only make out every tenth word. This added to his being solitary. He would sometimes just stop, and tilt his head, as if listening to something. He would even do this while talking to others. In his last year of school it got even worse. He would sometimes start laughing for no reason, and then keep going as if nothing had happened. Other ponies avoided him as much as possible now, even the ones who had tormented him so often before. He didn’t care he only cared about learning more about magic. He had learned so much in those years, yet he knew there was more he could learn. So much more. As graduation day came closer, he started wondering what he would do after he graduated. He was top of his class in mechanical science and surgery. But his mind was set on one path now. Magic and the power that came with it. He had seen how everypony stopped picking on him after he started studying and practicing magic. He saw how others became uncomfortable around him. He knew it was because they could sense just how powerful he was now. And he wanted more power. He knew he could do it, he had heard tales of unicorns in the old days, having powers unparalleled by others. The idea of gaining such power consumed him.

Unfortunately, other ponies at his school had started to suspect what he was doing. Seeing how strange he was acting, spending hours outside of the village. Some of them went to the Low Blood, telling them about him and what they suspected he was doing. It wasn’t long before they sent a Sul’jin with Rahmane, and a few soldiers to his house. Coming to his room, they tried opening it, found it locked, then forced their way in. The soldiers walked in to find a confused Dusk, his horn glowing and a nearby bunsen burner lighting itself and floating three feet off the ground. Dusk’s confusion turned to shock and fear when he saw the Sul’jin and her Rahmane. He knew what was going to happen to him now, execution. The guards fanned out and the Rahmane and Sul’jin went straight towards him. As the pair got closer, Dusk huddled down on the floor, whimpering in fear. “So, this is the one that we had to bring a Sul’jin for. He doesn’t look so tough” one of the guards said. Dusk’s whimpers stopped. His eyes swept across the surrounding four ponies. He noted everything about the room. Then, with a deep breath, he let the magic flow through him, that sweet, vile honey. His horn glowed and the bunsen burner that had fallen on its side suddenly let loose a large flame, engulfing the hoof of the soldier standing next to it. He turned his attention to the Sul’jin and Rahmane. The Rahmane’s horn was glowing too now, and the Sul’jin was pointing at Dusk and shouting something. She didn’t finish it though, He wouldn’t let her. The glow around his horn brightened and electricity arced from it to connect with the center of the collar. The pair connected to the Soulshackle gave a convulsion as the electricity coursed through them. Once they fell to the floor, unconscious or dead, Dusk didn’t care, He turned his attention to the last soldier. The soldier was reaching for his sword. Dusk didn’t bother with him, he simply leaped over the pair on the floor and ran. He didn’t stop running until the village was out of sight. It was only then that he realized, standing there slathered in sweat and panting, that his destiny mark had appeared. He simply stared at his chest, watching as it went up and down. “What could have caused you?” he asked the picture on his chest. He thought back to the short battle, if it could be called that, in his room. He started laughing. Something like that, pretty much destroying his whole future, could also show him his future. “Alright” he chuckled, “I guess I need a new name. How about… Dusk, Dusk the Twisted Umbrosa Verenae. Dusk for short”.

[Valencetiger]

STAMPED.

APPLICATION APPROVED.

[Drowzy]

hmm this looks really interesting i would love to join :3

[TotalEcplise]

Name: GearShift (original name was Morning Dew)

Sex: Female

Age: Mare

Species: Unicorn

Eye Color: Amber

Coat Color:White, with a slight red tint.

Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style:the Left side of her mane is dull red and the right side is black. The black and red on her tail make sort of a swirl pattern. The tip of her left ear is nicked off.

Physique: Tone, but not overtly muscular

Cutie Mark: Two intersecting gears

Origin/Residence: Born in Stalliongrad, currently residing in Manehattan

Nationality: Equestrian

Occupation: Inventor, Royal Technomagic Adviser

Family: Mother and Father still in Stalliongrad.

Motivation: She wants to pioneer a new age of technology (the combination of magic, clockwork and steam), and become a well respected member mechanical engineering field.

Likes: Studying/practicing magic and machinery, potatoes, chaos (as in crap being everywhere, and sound dissonance like in a workshop), showing off inventions, lecturing, relaxing.

Dislikes: Peace and quiet, close mindedness, empty spaces.

Character Summary: Gearshift lived with her parents Red Comet (a pegasus) and Honeydew (a unicorn) in Stalliongrad. Her parents ran a catering business out of stalliongrad for a living, Honeydew specializing in foods that included or was centered around honeydew and Red Comet (self taught stunt flier) providing aerial shows for entertainment. Both her parents tried to get their little filly interested in the business but she'd always run off to her room to tinker. Gearshift was always taking things apart and analyzing them, she was fascinated with technology for as long as she could remember.

As she continued to feed her interest the years cultivated her mind allowing her to think with a level of clarity and critical thinking that most ponies lacked. Pretty soon her skill and knowledge of mechanics and basic engineer reached the point where mundane, day to day problem were an easy fix to her, whether it was a something simple like a burst pipe of something complicated like shorted out magitech Gearshift was the filly to call. She once she was secure in her ability to repair, modify and build one thing at a time she decided to attempt to increase her productivity by multitasking. She found she had a natural talent for telekinesis, scanning, diagnostic, and temperature altering spells. At this realization she realized how much magic could compliment her skills, she turned her eyes to the practice of magic and how to apply magic to technology. Within no time Gearshift works practiced to the point where she could telekinetically assemble a watch, scan the piece for flaws, and cut and weld metal for continued construction of the watch all simultaneously. On day there was a emergency at stalliongrad water treatment plant, the system was overloaded because a freeze backed up the piping. No one had the skill or no how to fix the problem and if left alone the pipes would burst and leave the town without running water. Gearshift was on the scene within the hour, she skillfully cut and welded pipes where necessary while replacing, reshaping, reconstructing, and modifying the entire system. At the end of the day the system had been remade to use a Gearshift valve system to shift pressure to a secondary pipe system in case this happens again. After the entire ordeal the young the filly got her cutie mark.

Because she always tinkered with machines at all hours of the day for practice her father took to calling her Gearshift as a joke, a name she took to heart. Once she was old enough to leave home she went to canterlot for schooling in mechanical and magical engineering. She exceeled in most fields but never graduated because of her off the wall radical thinking and "impractical" theories. She told her family of her failure and she was offered a place at home and in her parents business. She politely refused and opted to move to Manehattan where she would try and set up base for a repair business (The business sole purpose is to fund her while she travels across equestria gathering inspiration for her inventions). One day she plans on returning to her professor in Canterlot with a million inventions that will change the world, all made from her impractical ideas.

During her years of travel and research she has become quite well known in equestria and has gathered many high profile contacts such as Fancy Pants, Filthy Rich, and even Princess Luna. Currently she has been employed by Celestia and Luna as a Royal Technomagic Adviser. At the moment she is the only known technomancer in Equestria, one can find the most advance technology in the nation in her travel caravan.

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Gearshift, was never a pony to have many friends but she was far from anti social the opposite actually. The problem was that most ponies didnt understand half of what came out of her mouth and were somewhat intimidated by her intellect. Because of this she's become somewhat with drawn finding comfort and companionship in machines.

[Valencetiger]

Nice Equestrian OC, Total Accepted.

[Penblade]

Name: Chapeau Stunning, though his various pseudonyms include Chester Vest, Silver Lining, Rapidfire, Double Down, and Pipes.

Sex: Male

Age: Stallion

Species: Pegasus

*Nationality: Equestrian

**Organization: None

***Social Class: Merchant

Eye Color: Violet

Coat Color: Grey

Mane/tail: Black. He keeps both well groomed and neat, as well as occasionally waxing them.

Physique: Lanky

Cutie Mark/Destiny Mark: A simplistic hat with a crossed pair of keys on it, one red, the other white. His mark appeared on the day he stole a gold earring from a jewelry shop on a dare, accidentally leaving his hat behind in his haste to make a clean escape. Leaving a hat at the scene of the crime would later become his trademark calling card. The mark represents his simple sense of fashion and special talent for getting around locks and other obstacles, though he didn’t realize that was its meaning until he was a teenager. He rarely lets his mark be seen though; rather, he hides it with grey dye, then uses multicolored dyes and a mirror to give himself a new cutie mark.

Origin/Residence: Born in Canterlot and never found a good enough reason to leave.

Occupation: A tailor, reporter, gambler, banker, and entertainer, but most certainly NOT a master thief. Certainly not, how could you even think that you silly person.

Personality: Growing up in Canterlot taught Chapeau manners and respect. He holds no ill will toward anyone he steals from, he just sees it as their bad luck for being so wealthy. He is a perfect gentlecolt and an actor, able to play any part required of him to get near his latest goal. He is dedicated to his work, almost bordering on obsessed. All in all, quite a friendly fellow, though a tad queer.

Family: Only his parents; Stunning Vest and White Silk.

Background Story: Born into a well-to-do family in the outer suburbs of Canterlot, Chapeau grew up in the regular fashion of most colts and fillies. He went to school daily, ate his vegetable, played with the other kids, spent time with his family, and got into trouble from time to time (See Cutie Mark section). Something never felt right to him though. His family was, as previously mentioned, moderately wealthy. He never lacked bits to get what he wanted, but they were never his bits. Even in his later years as a teenager when Chapeau started working in his father’s vest shop, he still felt like he was only being paid for being there. There was no actual work for him, nothing that would constitute earning a reward. Stocking shelves, stitching, fetching thread, keeping the shop’s ledger; any foal could do those things. He felt like there was something bigger he could be doing, something grander and more worth his skill and time.

It came to him one day as he was headed home from buying bolts of cloth at the market. He was passing through a heavy throng of ponies watching the sunset on one of Canterlot’s many grand balconies when he decided to stop and count the bolts in his saddlebags, coming to find that one of them was missing. It was a great inconvenience, especially since his father needed all the bolts to finish his latest order on time. He looked around and thought about what he could do. The stores were all closing and the order was due tomorrow, then he spotted an old stallion near the back of the crowd with a bolt of cloth peeking out of his saddlebags. He paused for a second, then shrugged and trotted up behind him. Without breaking stride he flicked out a wing and slid the bolt delicately from the stallion’s bag to his.

Chapeau didn’t feel even a hint of guilt, though he did feel quite surprised when the old stallion appeared straight in front of him five blocks down the street. Chapeau stopped dead and the two stared at each other, then the stallion shook his head and said, “You can’t just go pick-pocketing bolts of cloth like that kid. They’re too heavy; the mark’ll notice the change in weight. Gotta go for smaller stuff, like jewels or wallets. Nice trick with the wing though.”

And with that strange encounter, Chapeau Stunning met Shady Deals. To his Parents and the public Chapeau grew up like a regular stallion, leaving home when he was old enough and ready and setting up his own vest shop in central Canterlot, just a few blocks from the royal palace. In the shadows however, Chapeau began his double life. Under Shady Deal’s tutelage he learned the tricks and nuances of thievery. He was introduced to the small and tight-knit community of thieves and fences dotting the city. As he got older and his life in the shadows took over more and more of his time, he began to drift away from random stealing and pick-pocketing. The feeling that he still wasn’t meeting his potential stayed with him, so following the teaching of a pegasus mare named Star Glide he began to take on bigger, more complex robberies. He would plan his heists for months, setting up himself as a guard, or a banker, or any number of false identities, before striking fast and clean, disappearing hours, sometimes days, before anyone noticed something had been stolen.

Today Chapeau Stunning still lives in central Canterlot, in the shadow of the royal palace. His vest shop, despite being for all intents and purposes a façade, brings in a fair amount of bits for him to love off of. In the dead of night however, Chapeau stalks the banks and mansions of Canterlot, leaving only empty vaults and a single trilby hat behind.

The need for something greater still haunts him though...

[Valencetiger]

Nice application, Accepted.

[TemplarFrost]

Give all the credit for the first part of the app to Solaria, not me.

Name: Mjölna

Sex: Female

Age: Mare

Species: Earth Pony

Eye Color: Bronze

Coat Color: Tan

Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: She has a slightly messy sandy blonde mane and tail.

Physique: Average size with fairly defined muscle tone due to her work

Cutie Mark: A stone hammer crossed with a lightning bolt

Origin/Residence: Claims to be from an area farther north than even Stalliongrad, but currently resides in Ponyville

Occupation: Armor-smith

Motivation: The well-being of those she holds dear, and being a contributing pony of society

Likes: (optional) Storms, hard drinks, adventure, epic tales, winning in contests

Dislikes: (optional) Overly warm days, nebulous conversation, being woken early, being told off

Character Summary:

Mjölna is accustomed to harsh, unaccomodating situations and environments. She even thrives in them. Born in an undisclosed settlement far to the north, the earth pony was taught respect and strength in all things. It was a rather unforgiving culture, especially by pony standards, but in the freezing winds and ice everypony had to be strong to survive.

When she was young, there was no one she idolized more than her father Gungnis. She doesn't ever recall knowing her mother, but her father told her that she was a beautiful mare of unrivaled kindness and empathy. She would sometimes catch him alone, his wizened face cast into shadows by a roaring fire in the hearth as his thoughts cast him elsewhere. The filly always assumed he was thinking of her mother during those times. Every other moment, however, he was teaching her the craft of bending metal to her and her brothers. Their family was full of renowned forgesmiths, and Gungnis saw no reason that his daughter couldn't do as well as any of the most virtuosic artisans of her ancestors. Mjölna, in turn, thought that no finer creations came from the forge than by her father's hammer, the heaviest of all the tools.

So it was that Mjölna's days were filled with harsh blizzards, warm nights by the fire, the ringing of hammers on anvils, and rough-housing with her siblings. It was a happy existence for her, and such a life forced her to either be self-confident with strength of will or be relegated to one of the quiet, homewarming mares with which her village was filled. She refused to be left behind, especially around her brothers, and as such was easily tempted into a foolhardy adventure with them. The premise they posed was simple: Each smith who achieved legendary status among ponies had created their own tools out of materials hoof-picked and created by the pony him(her)self. They claimed to have found a deposit of the densest ore they'd ever seen in a mountain range visible from their home, and one day during materials gathering they took off for the site.

It took them the greater part of the day to find the aforementioned area, and her siblings stressed that they would stand guard at the base of the cliff while she climbed to retrieve her prize. The whole thing was meant to be an elaborate gag, and the earth pony was beginning to suspect as such the higher into the frigid peaks she climbed, but she wouldn't back down. Much to her, and her brothers', surprise she did spy a node full of the most lustrous metal ore she'd ever seen, and ordered her screaming and tired muscles to carry her even higher. Upon reaching her prize she unstrapped her pick and began striking the stone, furiously trying to free her goal. Little did she know... Each blow shook the drifts of snow high on the mountain above her.

Again and again she dug out pieces of the metal, until she finally swung the deciding hit: the node broke down completely, freeing the ore in its entirety, and a thundering avalanche roiled down the slopes. With no way to escape short of jumping, Mjölna was quickly obscured and lost in the veritable river of snow and her brothers fled, galloping all the way home to tell their father what had happened. Without delay Gungnis told his sons to stay put and gathered his heavy weather gear, preparing to face the hostile and dangerous winter night to save his daughter. Just as he reached the edges of the village, he spied a tiny form dragging a sack through the snow, its body struggling with every step. Into the torchlight emerged Mjölna, her body battered and freezing but a triumphant smile on her features. The bag contained the metal she'd mined, and in sight of her father she collapsed with a puff of powder, the grin still on her muzzle.

After nearly a month of recovery, the pony was beyond eager to mold her treasure into something useful. Her father finally agreed, saying that if she could use his hammer to achieve her goal, she'd be worthy of whatever she made. The task was daunting, but years of working in the forge had made her strong. Stronger than even her brothers, and any stallion in the village in her own mind! Following days of preparation and gripping the wrapped hilt of her father's mighty mallet, Mjölna strained and set about striking the heated ore into a recognizable shape. The mass grew and grew, even overshadowing the hefty tool that guided it.

It was another hammer, and it was so dense from the unique material that comprised it that no pony in the family could lift it easily, much less use it. After it had nearly cooled and its creator had worked to affix a handle and wrapping, Mjölna gripped the hilt and swung it upward, trotting over to a chestplate that her father had finished all but for a few final taps. With a flourish she brought her new tool crashing down, the still-warm hammer face striking into the armor with such a resounding blow that it sounded as if thunder boomed throughout the forge; sparks cascaded everywhere in a brilliant shower of glimmering light.

The young mare beamed with accomplishment, and she amazed her brothers when a cutie mark of a hammer crossed with a lightning bolt sizzled into her flanks, commemorating her strength and perseverance. Gungnis, though extremely proud, still feared that the accident had done nothing for his daughter's foolhardiness and made arrangements for her to move south to less harsh surroundings.

Mjölna protested heatedly, mentioning all that she'd achieved, but her parent wouldn't budge on the subject. If she wished, she could open her own forge and practice what she'd learned there, but until she was less headstrong and had learned to temper her wild passion he wouldn't allow her back. In the meantime, her brothers would maintain the forge with him.

Initially angered, the earth pony wandered Equestria from town to town until she settled in Ponyville, figuring it was as good a place as any. She managed to procure a small shop and made various odds and ends, though her heart wasn't really behind the work. Even her prized hammer reminded her of her life that she'd left behind. It frustrated her no end.

Over time, Mjölna began to become more involved in the goings-on of her quiant new home. Ponies were friendly, and always seemed to be happy. They didn't mind where she came from or that she might seem strange, if anything they embraced her even more. The more she gave herself to Ponyville, the happier she became. Her vigor returned in her work, and she produced several glittering metallic works of art beneath the strikes of her hammer. Currently she happily resides near the outskirts of Ponyville at her forge, but still waits eagerly for the day she can at least visit home

Current situation

(This is the part where I get my lazy arse up and actually type something.)

Mjolna was just called up by Shining Armor to personally deliver his officer's sword. This was very odd to Mjolna. Why travel miles and miles to the capital to Equestria, when she could just have it shipped there instead? Little did she know, she was being called up for an adventure that could change her life forever.

I am done!

[Valencetiger]

Nice application ^^ let me know when it is done. I see nothing that would make it an issue, so its all good

Alright, Templar. Feel free to jump in when you see fit.

[Penblade]

This is a gag character, not meant to be taken seriously; unless Val finds him funny enough to be worthy of some cameos, but even then, not much seriousness.

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Name: The Inexplicable Banjoneer

Sex: Male

Age: Young Adult

Species: Griffin

*Nationality: Unknown

**Organization: Unexplained Instrument Players United

***Social Class: Minstrel

Eye Color: Never seen with his eyes open, though legend has it they’re blue.

Coat Color: Tan and white

Mane/Tail: White/lion-ish

Physique: Average

Cutie Mark: N/A

Origin/Residence: Unknown

Occupation: Banjo player/Freelance narrator

Motivation: Because he can. If you could teleport inexplicably wouldn’t YOU play the banjo all over the place? Of course you would.

Likes: Banjoes, plot devices, chapter transitions, fish n’ chips, and puppies.

Dislikes: Cellos (Sweet Celestia! He hates them with the burning passion of a man whose parents were slain by a cello!), monologues, preexisting musical accompaniment, pickle slices, and mustard.\

Personality: Virtually nonexistent. He only opens his mouth to sing and is never in one place for longer than a minute or two. No one knows where he is the rest of the time. It’s possible he might not even really exist during those periods.

Family: Slain by marauding cellos.

Background Story: His tale is fractious and unknowable to the minds of mortal ponies. He was born in the pocket dimension of Bjorgen-Bjorgen two hundred years from now, and two hundred six years before then his parents were killed by a vicious band of cellos. The next (or maybe previous) thing anyone heard of him, he had joined the occult order of the Unexplained Instrument Players United. He now follows adventurers throughout time and space, documenting their odysseys through banjo accompanied song. Do not attempt to understand him, for he is beyond the grasp of ponykind.

[Rakdarian]

Name: Rakdar

Gender: male

Age: teen

Nationality: Equestria

Eye color: vibrant green

Coat: black/green

Mane/tale: green/purple

Physique: small, strong, and wiry

Cutie mark/destiny mark: a green squigilly line with smaller, darker green squigilly comeing out from behind the green one he got this one when i solved an issue about land and made it fair and "balanced" solution for everyone involved. it represents being able to balance everything out.

Origin/residense: born in the everfree forest and lived alone for the majority of his life

Occuption: master thief/poacher/ex-assassin/inventor

Family: none to speak of he was abandoned at a young age

Backstory: was abandoned at age 6 where he learned how to survive on his own.he is omnivorous. at age 11 he found ponyville and stole a crossbow from an arms store then he became a highwaypony robbing carts. has several wanted dead posters for the deaths of several stagecoaches. wanted from the law he escaped from the forest to canterlot where he made an honest living as royal archer. when his background was found out he escaped canterlot and fled to the desert where he almost died. he got rescued by desert bandits where he went into assassin training for 4 years. when in training he invented the 'auto' crossbow that fired 10 bolts a minute. at age 15 he was assigned to kill the head of the canterlot royal guard. where he fails and as a result he is constantly being attacked by desert bandits. he befriends a unicorn named seercull and she helps him create a primitive tank with magic powered cannons. seer-cull becomes unstable and dies in a massive magical explosion. broken and helpless he wanders into Las Pegasus where he is picked up by the mob. he sorts out a dispute with the godfather and a loan shark where he earns his cutie mark. at age 17 he escapes the mob when he accidently kills a don. at age 18 he decides hes done with life and commits suicide. he fails and is found by the royal guard. where he get sent to a hospital. he recovers but he is scarred beyond recognition and is never charged with the several murders he committed. he now resides in a house in ponyville where he is constantly looking over his shoulder and a crossbow in his hand.

(pm me if i missed anything)

Edited September 3, 2012 by Rakdarian

[Valencetiger]

Hello, Fillies and Gentlecolts! I have just added a new Deities/Patron Saints section in the First Post, so if you'd like to learn who Coltara worships, go ahead and take a look!

(As for your application, Rakdarian, it is a little too...well... under-detailed, so if you could please flesh out your character more, I'd really appreciate it. Also, there isn't much death to speak of in Equestria, so if you could tone that down a bit, that'd be great.)

(P.S: This is just my grammar nazi side speaking XD I'm sorry, but could you also make the grammar better so it is easier to read? Thank you )

[FermataTheBasse]

Uh, have to be honest here, I don't know what to do next.

[Valencetiger]

I feel similarly stuck...I'll have to do a few changes, then. Perhaps fast-forward through a few things to get it started up again.