Earth Pony Lucky iron [Ready]

[Razorka]

[colour=#660066]Roleplay[/colour][colour=#660066]Type[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour] Crossover - Fallout Equestria

[colour=#660066]Name[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour] Lucky iron

[colour=#660066]Sex[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour] Male

[colour=#660066]Age[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour] his age is mid twenties equivalent with ponies

[colour=#660066]Species[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour] Earth pony

[colour=#660066]Eye[/colour][colour=#000000] colour[/colour]: Greenish gray

[colour=#660066]Coat[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour] greyish blue with patches of brownish grey?

[colour=#660066]Mane[/colour][colour=#666600]/[/colour][colour=#660066]Tail[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour] short mane and tail, colour of his hair is greyish brown? with dark red stripes,

[colour=#660066]Physique[/colour][colour=#666600]: [/colour]medium size and sturdy with thick legs and neck

[colour=#660066]Residence[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour] Was born in Manehattan , last know residence was Stable (XX*) after that he has been living in the wilds making his way towards civilization

*to be filled when i can figure out a good number that ain't in use

[colour=#660066]Occupation[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour] Ex-military combat engineer trying to find a way to civilization that doesn't want to kill him on sight and to earn his living with his military and mechanical skills that isn't in conflict with his moral compass and trying to avoid dying out of starvation, bullets, wounds, diseases, radiation poisoning, dehydration, as a sacrifice to the dark gods, eaten alive, dying alone, melting, burning alive and other innumerable ways the wasteland can kill you.

[colour=#660066]Cutie[colour=#000000] [/colour]Mark:[/colour] Cutie mark is a wrench crossed over a blueprint paper with a slightly burned edge to it

Lucky iron got his cutie mark one night working on a Red racer scooter at his uncles salvage yard. The scooter was restored perfectly but then he got the bright idea of "tuning" it the subsequent explosion lit up the night sky for several seconds the loss of the scooter was soon forgotten by the little colt as his rescuers pointed out that he had earned his mark that night.

[colour=#660066]History[/colour][colour=#666600]:[/colour] History can be adjusted to fit the required grimdark levels of the story.

He was born in the quiet suburbs of manehattan to a happy family of a Earth pony father (an magnificent and renowned archaeologist) and a Unicorn Mother ( a formidable magic user who plied her skills in the field of healthcare) and everything was fine.

After several years there were visitors from the family of the father who approached them with a plan to achieve immortality and access to other planes of existence for the small price of few firstborns fillies and colts from them and their family the father wholly agreed with great enthusiasm. The mother was to the great surprise of the visitors and the father, slightly against the plan.

And after leaving the house with out her colt she called on her Dad to bring the whole family, who worked in the import and export business. To convince the visitors and the father to give the colt back to her. After a heated argument the mother and her family left the visitors place of residence with her colt and several other colts and fillies who had been newly orphaned. They left them and some of the mothers family members who had seen too much at a ministery of peace hospital then the mother and her family proceeded to live happily ever after.

The colt lived on blissfully unaware of the falling out between his mother and father and the heated argument at the visitors residence with the help of her mother who made sure no bad memories were left to trouble the little colts mind. Like many colts and fillies he went to school and grew up. but unlike most ponies he and the mother and some of her family members involved in the argument had developed a taste for meat that was quite unusual for their kind the mother and the family discouraged sharing this new taste with anyone.

And in time like many other ponies he joined the great Equestrian army to fight against the terrible Zebra empire because his technical know how he manged to acquire a position in the Royal Equestrian Army Engineers where he served with distinction for several years. He returned back to the home front horribly executed military blunder that had left his company short on equipment and personnel.

During the months before the great conflagration that led to the creation of the wasteland him and his company was assigned to relive some combat ready troops from guarding several precious stable sites. They arrived in their transports at a foot of a mountain range with a steep and a long winding road leading to their destination which their commanding officer instructed them to march carrying their full combat gear with the reasoning that the troopers had grown soft during their time spent in the home front and the great troopers that they were readily agreed and started their long march up the mountain road.

The stable located deep in the mountains in a picture perfect valley filled with natural wonders that were beautiful to behold. They spent their days patrolling the area around the stable and conducting military exercises with the stable security forces. After our engineer failed horribly at a attempt to training dodging incoming enemy fire into some large sharp rocks which left him slightly injured luckily for him the stable housed a fully stocked hospital that he was allowed to use while he was recovering his wounds. He was still recuperating when the last call to train for the possible attack went out for the future stable dwellers.

Then Balefire happened his company was left outside to fend for themselves when the automated stable systems closed the door. Our little engineer was slightly miffed at this development and asked politely if they could open the door to let his company in or him out to join them the overmare of the stable calmly explained to the little engineer that it was not possible to open the doors with out endangering everyone of the stable residents. The commanding officer of the company had realized this fact too and had contacted the stable to tell them not to try to open the door and for the little engineer to live in the stable, then the commanding officer proceed to take his company wearing what little environment protection gear they had to march back down the mountains to find and help all they could to survive the horror that had just begun.

This stable had the interesting idea to house its many residents in stasis pods over the long period of time that they would have to spend underground safe from the horrors that were happening above. As a few of the residents didn't make it in time to the stable there were extra pods left over for our little engineer to use to sleep and wake up after the surface was again hospitable to life. Our little engineer had some problems with that idea being claustrophobic after all for some reason in his childhood that he couldn't remember, the overmare and her security forces kindly convinced the little engineer to take a nap in the pod. When they finally awoke from their deep slumber +200 years later our little engineer took the first chance he got to get out of the stable with all his gear with the blessings of the overmare and the security force whizzing past his ears. After reaching a distance where the security forces couldn't reach him and he could really see a large portion of the Wasteland from the decript mountain road he thought to himself ”maybe leaving the stable wasn't such a good idea after all”

[colour=#660066]Character[colour=#000000] [/colour]Summary:[/colour]

TLDR?

He was born in manehattan then horrible horrible stuff happened in his childhood his memory of those things got blocked by magic, he acquired the taste for meat. He grew up went to the army got to be a engineer in the war came back was guarding a stable. And was in it when the balefire bombs went off, the stable was equipped with stasis pods which allowed them to sleep +200 years to the future he woke up and fled the stable and then stopped and thought that it might not have been a good idea to leave the stable.

Motivation: Trying to make even a small part of the wasteland resemble the Better days and finding Bacon!

Trying to find out what happened to his family, friends and comrades in arms.

Likes: Bacon! Fresh food locally grown, Repairing items and seeing them being used by happy customers, toilet paper, successfully disarming a trap, open areas , Finding new ways to survive in the wasteland, remembering the better days, finding out what happened to his family and friends

Dislikes: Preserved food, the dark gods, the current state of Equestria, being at shot at with out provocation, Unsuccessfully disarming traps, being trapped in small spaces, Finding new ways to die in the wasteland, remembering the better days, finding out what happened to his family and friends

Stats and inventory for the game mechanics:

All of these are up for debate depending on the type of story or game this one would take part in

S.P.E.C.I.A.L. :

Strength - 6

Perception – 4 +-1 depending on the state of the glasses and +1 from the hat = 6 max min 3

Endurance - 7

Charisma - 4

Intelligence - 6

Agility - 6

Luck - 7

Skills:

Explosives - 42 (85)

Energy Weapons - 12

Repair - 51 (100)

Science - 41

Unarmed - 23 (40

Barter - 12

Guns - 41 (75)

Lockpick -12

Medicine - 26 (35)

Survival - 23

Sneak - 16 (35)

Speech - 12

Melee Weapons - 21 (40)

the numbers in the brackets would be for stories/games where there would be no clear level systems in place

Perks (individual):

Four eyes : when wearing glasses +1 to perception -1 when not

Large Frame : you gain +50 carry weight, a +10 bonus to unarmed advanced combat actions, and take 25% less limb damage. -1 to initiative and enemies gain +5% bonus to attacks.

Omnivore : your digestive system can handle a larger variety of food

Basic army training : +10 guns, +5 medicine, survival, repair, melee, unarmed, battle saddle, explosive

Army engineer training : +10 Explosives, repair +5 science

claustrophobia : might start panicking if he gets trapped in enclosed spaces

Jinxed : Both you and your enemies suffer double your normal chance for critical failure.

Pre-wasteland Education : Science +20 , repair +5 , medicine +5

Pipbuck training : You are experienced in using a Pipbuck and may use a PipBuck's advanced functions: S.A.T.S. and E.F.S. (Note: characters with the Stable Pony trait start out able to use all functions of their PipBuck. Any pony without that trait who gains a PipBuck needs to take this perk in order to use all the PipBuck's features.)

Robotics Expert : +2d10 dmg to robots; can disable ministry robots from hidden or if the robot is dormant

Military IFF tags : Equestrian military robots might not shoot him on sight if he is wearing his REAE* issued combat armor

Marked for some nasty stuff: Zebra shamans and other spiritually awakened beings might see or feel something tiny bit wrong about this pony

Perks (group)

Know your weapon : can instruct other party members in the proper way of maintaining their gear and weapons +10 to Repair

Know your explosives : can help other people with disarming traps or using explosives if he can communicate with them + 10 to Explosives

Military IFF tags : the not getting shot part might (If they are lucky and the bots aren't insane or in EXTERMINATE everything mode) extend to some party members near the lucky

Inventory: weight limit according to some formulas is 225 lbs which is about 102kgs

Armor/clothes

REAE* Combat Armor ( has military IFF tags in it, equestrian military robots might not shoot him on sight, has lance corporal markings)

REAE Combat Helmet

REAE military cap (+1 to per)

Military uniform x2 (one spare uniform)

Glasses (+1 to per when worn -1 when not worn)

Gas mask

Safety goggles

Raincoat and pants ( doubles as a light environment suit if used with the gas mask and properly ductaped and sealed)

Hoofwatch

Steel horseshoes (4 of them)

Saddle bags

Weapons

Service rifle (brunhilda)

3 x 20 bullet clips of 5,56mm ammo

Combat shovel

Combat Knife

Misc

Dogtags (or what are they called in here? Ponytags?)

Canteen (full of clean water)

Sleeping bag

Sleeping pad

Binoculars

Compass

Mess kit

Duct tape (lots of it)

Flashlight

MREs (not bacon)

Bandages x5

healing potions x4

Radaways x2

*Royal Equestrian Army Engineer

and was this post in the right place or did i miss something?

[SunsetSombra]

And Stamped for great justice!

But that clearly isn't down to luck here!