Here’s my character for reference
Name: Snowball
Sex: Male
Species: Earth pony
Age: 26
Appearance: Snowball is solid white save for the pink spot over his nose. His mane and tail have a silvery sheen to them and are kept short, though his bangs hang over his pink eyes. He is ridiculously fluffy and is well below the average height of most ponies. Borderline pygmy pony. He is adorable, from his feminine features to his cheery disposition. He wears an overlarge parka packed with dozens of pockets. Underneath he wears hodgepodge armor he’s collected from his various contracts and kills all patched together. He has seven holsters around his armor that hold a variant to pistols. His parka holds lockpicks, screwdrivers, switchblades, and a dozen other little tools as well as the number of knickknacks he’s collected.. Under all his armor is a faded Crusader’s cape.
Cutie mark: the black outline of a white rabbit in mid sprint complete with whiskers, eyes, and a little nose.
Personality: Snowball is cheerful, quirky, and has a serious love for candy, chocolate, any sweets he can get his hooves on. Much of his caps go into his sugar addiction. Very much a glass half full kind of colt and tries to be very polite. This outlook came to him after years of close calls and lucky breaks. Colt is damned lucky but is rather oblivious at times but to his advantage he is cute and will use it; master at the puppy dog eyes. Sadly he is nonchalant about killing others, and there is a serious disconnect in how he can kill while cracking a corny joke or humming a little tune. From a young age he has been forced to kill, and the act became nothing to him before long, mainly due to no one telling him it was wrong in some fundamental way. That isn’t to sat he’s cruel, torture annoys him, just kill them and get it over with. Collects stuffed animals, comic books, and anything else that tickles his fancy. Fond of Dash and Rainboom, and even flavors his own inhalers. That being said he’s not the brightest bulb, computers elude him and he has trouble counting to high numbers. Not educated at all and can fall victim to a lack of common sense when he sees something he wants. However he has made a successful career out of bounty hunting and contract killing. He’s tracked ponies from one end of the Wasteland to another. His appearance often helps with this as his marks tend to underestimate him, until a start of bullets makes Swiss cheese of them.
Stats:
Strength: 3
Perception: 7
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 4
Agility: 9
Luck: 9
Gear: Patchwork armor. A pair of ten millimeter “Angle Bunny” submachine guns, a nine millimeter pistol. A couple of silencer talismans and half a dozen clips. Saddlebags are filled with bullets, knickknacks, and food. Crusader cape.
Backstory:
Snowball was born in Hoofington and orphaned after his parents fell off a cliff all things. It was… a little hilarious. They weren’t paying attention and walked right off. They were addicts anyway. Snowball was more confused by this odd turn of events and wandered around until he stumbled across the Crusaders. He ran with them for long time and proved himself quick and lucky; eventually becoming one of the best scavengers among the group. He proved handy with a nine millimeter pistol too and saved his little band more times than he could count with his skill at pot shots and generally lucky breaks. He gained his name from the Crusaders he was with, as he didnt know his name. Not that his drug addled parents gave him one. He earned his cutie mark when a band of raiders came down on his group. He escaped but tracked the raiders toa nearby farm. He broke his crew out, killed a good chunk of the raiders, and then hightailed it out of there. All this he on the move, never once stopping. His talent is his ability to run. He is damned fast when he wants to be, and damned impossible to catch at times. The raiders couldn’t pin him down and he was able to pick them off one by one until they were all dead. It was good fun to Snowball.
Skills: Small Guns, Stealth, and Lockpicking.
