Name:Tumblers
Race:Unicorn
Age: 19 Years
Sex: Male
C.M.: A leg tripping over a wire attached to wooden pegs.

S(trength):5
P(erception):6 (7 during night or dark places)
E(ndurence):7
C(harisma):7
I(ntelligence):5
A(gility):6
L(uck):5
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Trained Skills:Survival,Sneak and Firearms.

Specialty: Hunting and tracking of animals. an Outdoorsbuck.

Gear: Depends on what job he's got. Will always carry his Unique Compound Crossbow "Trusty" which is enchanted to give the bolts and arrows fired the knock back (not the damage) of 2 sledgehammers and the firing string repairs itself "Trusty" also has an optional Repeater or grappling reel attachment. he also carries on him a Hunting Knife,basic trap setting tools,Camouflage blanket,3 smoke grenades,a flash bang and a compact shovel.

History:Tumblers was born and raised in ponyville 18 and a half years before it became raider territory. His family were Hunters so being close to the forest meant that they could easily hunt and make a profit from selling their wares from Leather armor to animal meat. Tumblers along with his brother Falls was trained by their Mother and Father to be hunters. after he learnt all there was to learn he left at the age of 16 to pursue his own life. upon returning 3 years later he found out his parents had been killed by Raiders when they took over ponyville for themselves.

Personality: Serious when alone or on a job. a little childish or paranoid around people sometimes. heavily dislikes drug users. other then that he's a generally well mannered professional.

Perks:
Hit the Deck!: You react very quickly to the sound of an explosive coming your way. You only take ½ damage from ranged explosive weapons, round up. This includes damage from concussion and shrapnel.

Lunar Sight: Your senses are very well accustomed to the darkness of the Wasteland. You gain a +1 bonus to Perception in the dark, and penalties for light levels are reduced by 50%.

Brown Muzzle: You've learned how to suck up to your superiors. You get +1 Charisma and another +10 speech for reaction roles when dealing with authority figures for each rank of this perk

Tail Trick: Allows you to use your tail as prehensile limb, capable of handling or throwing small items (much like a hand).
Traits:
Good Natured
Wild Wastelander

Virtue: Reliability

-100 (evil) to 100 (good)
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Name: Zappar Airknife
Race: Griffin
Age: 21
Mane: Deep hazel red
Coat: Honey brown
Distinguishing Features: Beside being bigger than most male griffins and having a hide more clean than most wastelanders then no... Beside her eyes that have a little glow over them, as if she was faintly radioactive, even while looking to be with full health.
S:5P:4E:6C:5I: 4A:9L:7
Trained Skills: Firearms, Unarmed, Sneak
Gear: Railway Rifle with bandoleers of rails going over her torso, a reinforced duster and cowpony hat to hold her look, but does never wear the hat but haves it in a string around her neck.
History: Being the youngest of a litter of eight did Zappar not get much attention, food or love before she grew older, and kept growing, outgrowing even her fathers size in a age of 16.

Growing into the biggest, while being the youngest was not easy for Zappar, while technically being in the top of the pecking order did she always get the broken weapons and cloth that was full of holes. While most in her family first took the Big Contract when they where in their twenties did she take it when she turned 17, not having looked back since, but sent many a postcard to her old nest.
Personality: One word can describe Zappar rather well, explorative. Always listening to tales of old, looking behind nooks after hidden things, and herself being the first to tell stories around the fireplace when it is time to relax. As the big bird she is does she look rather terrifying, but inside is there hiding something small with big eyes that want to hear all about the world.
Traits:
Large Frame
Radiation Child
Virtue: Generosity
Karma: 10

Name: Zenith No-clan
Race: Zebra
Age: (Almost)17
Mane: Short and hanging loose.
Coat: Have rather few stripes for a zebra, most of them being at her legs, leaving her stomach bare from them, and weirdly enough making her tail look like a black and white candycane.
Glyph: A dashed circle with a octagon in the middle.
Distinguishing Features: While being small and petite with the first look, almost looking like a filly, is it clear that this zebra is more than meets the eye. Her legs showing well kept muscles, hiding both rather great strength and agility, and if you really get close to her can small and thin scars be seen at her hoofs, so thin and straight that they almost only could have been made with clinical tools, and other scars shows clear signs of countless rope burns, a single line on each of her legs, all no bigger than an inch, all hairless because of those burns.
S:8 P:4 E:6 C:6 I:4 A:7 L:6
Trained Skills: Speech, Unarmed, Barter
Gear: A pair of Khopesh (sickle-swords A.K.A Temple swords from pathfinder) kept in a set of twin scabbards on her back, the only thing she haves beside the medicine and caps in her saddlebag, and what she herself calls her old uniform, but really are sexy sleepware
History: As Zenith was born was she left behind the same day, her travelling prospector parents not wanting any "dead weight" with them, or that is the story she have been told time and time again.

From foals legs have she worked at a little in, her small frame, cute stripes and round curves being one of the single things that kept her fed for so long. In her early teens did Airknife rest at the inn Zenith worked at, and from that day have they travelled the wasteland thick and thin together.
Personality: Living the life as a wastelander waitress have left its marks on Zenith, even with her young age, her hunger for sexual contact with others bigger than most other wastalanders, almost being an addiction to her.
Traits:
Sex Appeal
Small Frame
Virtue: Honesty
Karma: 0

Name: Ghost
Race: Unicorn
Age: 39
Mane: Black
Coat: Light silver
C.M.: Crossed swords beneath a sniper reticle
Distinguishing features: He has a scar as well as an eye patch over his left eye, and when asked how he got them, he refuses to tell and quickly changes the subject.

S: 6
P: 8
E: 5
C: 4
I: 9
A: 7
L: 1

Tag skills: Guns, sneak, melee.

Specialty: An experienced mercenary and assassin.

Gear: Ghost wears a long black duster and a matching Desperado hat, and carries dual .45 auto pistols, a suppressed sniper rifle, and a bowie knife.

History: Ghost was born and raised on a small ranch in the wasteland, not too far from New Appleloosa. Growing up, he was the oldest of three siblings, having both a younger brother and sister. Being the oldest, his father taught him from a young age on how to properly use and clean firearms, so that in case anything were to happen to him, his family would still have a protector.

When he was nineteen, raiders attacked his family's farm and after an hour of exchanging bullets, he and his sister were the only survivors. After burying his parents and younger brother, he took his sister, and they traveled the wastes for a few weeks, until they were ambushed by another group of raiders on the road. He and his sister tried to outrun them, but his sister tripped on a piece of rubble on the road and was taken by the raiders back to their camp.

He eventually tracked them down, and attempted to sneak into their camp and rescue his sister as quickly and quietly as possible, but when he found her, the only way he recognized her was because she still had the necklace he had made for her when she got her cutie mark. He was so enraged that he drew his pistol and proceeded to murder every raider in the camp without a second's hesitation, and when he found the leader, he holstered his pistol, took out his knife, and proceeded to butcher him without remorse.

Over the years he perfected his craft and became very skilled with guns, knives, and of course, stealth. He made it his mission to help the people of the Equestrian wasteland by helping those that he could whenever given the chance. Eventually he became a well renowned mercenary and assassin, best known for his kind demeanor and offering his services to those in need. Over time, he eventually became the leader of a mercenary group, whose main targets were raiders, bandits, slavers, and all the other scum in the wasteland.

One day he was double crossed by a member of his group, and was the only survivor, left in the middle of the wasteland to bleed. He would have died that day had it not been for a traveling priest that passed by and when he realized that he was still alive, he treated his wounds and nursed him back to health.

After his near death experience he left the professional ring and began drifting from place to place, all the while continuing his mission to help those in need by doing what he could, when he could, all the while hoping to make a difference.

Personality: Tends to travel alone, although he prefers company to solitude, and he always tries to do the right thing, and help as many as he can. He's a part time mercenary, a part time assassin, and a full time wanderer, never remaining in one place for too long. He also has no tolerance towards raiders for obvious reasons, as well as other scum that inhabit the wasteland. Despite his professions he's a rather kind and caring individual once you get to know him, and has been known to offer his services free of charge to some of the poorer families in the wasteland.

Perks: None yet.

Trait #1
Sex appeal

Trait #2
Wild Wasteland.

Virtue:
+50

Name :Dusk shadow
Race: Pegasus
Age:17
Mane:Light purple with a with a single crimson streak through it.
Coat:Dark Purple
C.M.: none
Distinguishing Features:
scars over his face (looks like he took a incinerator to the face, maybe an energy weapon, who knows it was there when he woke up)

S(trength):3
P(erception):7
E(ndurence):5
C(harisma):7
I(ntelligence):5
A(gility):8
L(uck):5

Trained Skills:
Lockpick
Sneak
Specialty:
Quick and silent on his hooves.
Gear:
Leather Armour
.22 Revolver
Battle Rifle
Throwing Knife (single)
Cowpony Hat
Roving Trader Barding
Whiskey
No ammo
History:
After Waking up in an abandon hospital with no memory of how he got there or anything at all, with little items he has Dusk shadow wanders he wasteland in search to find out who he is. (and for some reason is still a blank flank at the age of 17)
Personality:
Normally quiet and prefers being alone. AND REALLLY REALLY CLUMSY!
Perks:
Flight (rank 1)

Traits:
Trait #1
Blank Flank
Trait #2
Spiritually Awakened (i see dead people)
Virtue :-10

I don't have a character to introduce yet. But I thought this link should be shared: this thread is where rules updates and additions are announced for the FOE PNP RPG system, and where many of the rules discussions tend to take place. Check it out.

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Name: Torq
Race: Minotaur
Age: 27
Description (rather than try to fill out the pony-related things): Torq stands about as a full grown alicorn, and therefore is a good head and a half taller than most ponies. His coat is dark brown, stained with unknown substances. A bandolier-like harness holds both his rebar sledge to his back and various medical supplies to his chest.

Trained Skills: Melee Combat
Specialty: Smash, Crush, Destroy, Repeat. Maybe eat sometime.
Gear: A large piece of concrete with a long piece of rebar as a handle, effectively making it a massive if crude sledgehammer. It has a basic harness over his back, and the front is a basic bandolier with pouches for stimpacks and similar
History: (in construction)
Personality: (in construction)
Perks: (in construction)
Traits: (in construction)
Minotaur Rage
When you get angry, your strength skill increases by 5. However, it lowers your intelligence and perception to one, as well as making you attack just about anything that moves due to your bloodlust. There is no way to personally contain this yourself, and you fight till severely wounded or all creatures in the area are dead.
Tip: Don't buck with the big guy.

Virtue :
-20 (for destruction of property)

Name: Truespark
Race: Unicorn
Age: 18
Mane: Dark Purple
Coat: Steel Blue
C.M.: Wrench over Cog
Distinguishing Features:

S:5
P: 5
E: 6
C: 6
I: 8
A: 4 (+1 from Small Frame) = 5
L: 6
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Trained Skills: Mechanics, Firearms, Speech
Specialty: Mechanics (was trained as a guard initially though)
Gear: Quan Cap Weight
Baseball bat 1 100 3
Bedroll 1 15 15
Lantern 1 10 1
Wonderglue 1 10 1
Scrap Electronics 2 1 1
Scrap Metals 2 1 1
Empty Bottle 1 1 0.1
Weapon Repair Kit 1 20 5
Mainteance Kit 1 20 1
Sewing Kit 1 5 1
Canteen 1 2 0.1
Prewar Food 3 5 1
Fixed Prewar Hat + 1 Perception 1 8 1
Dirty Water 1 2 1
Ragged Combat Armour 1 100 20
Aviators 1 0 2

History: Hailing from Vault 199 (Managed to escape during the attack of Steel Rangers) she nurses a grudge for any Steel Ranger. Otherwise initially trained as a Guard however managed to sweet talk her way into the Maintenance Crew due to her love of tinkering.
Personality: Generally easy going, sticks to her Common sense and struggles to follow the morals grained into her from the Vault versus Wasteland survival tactics - i.e. Thievery.
Perks:
Traits:
Trait #1
Stable Dweller (From Vault 199 - Subject to GM Approval) - #1
Trait #2
Small Frame
Virtue : +25

Name: Ce
Race & Gender: Female Griffon
Age: 24
Feathers: Cream
Distinguishing Features: Tribal markings
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S(trength): 7
P(erception): 3
E(ndurence): 7
C(harisma): 5
I(ntelligence): 6
A(gility): 6
L(uck): 6
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Traits: Trigger Discipline, Deep Sleeper
Specialty: Long ass guns
Gear:
Pre-war food 5
Pure water 5
5.56mm mags 5
whiskey 1
bedroll 1
bobby pins 14
Service rifle 1
History: Ce was a tribal, as she was growing up she would listen to the storys of the wasteland by travelers and merchants captivated by awe and wonder of the outside world, needless to say she left as soon as she was able. she spends most her time, when not working for food, roaming the vast expanse of the wasteland.
Personality: Ce is rather gullible when it comes to story's and tails, she loves hearing story's no matter how outlandish they claim to be her favorite story's are anything to do with old Princesses to the point of obsession.

Virtue : 5
(will help were she can but sometimes tricked into aiding the bad guys, grrr bad guys!)

Name: Blue Phoenix, formerly Subject FP-21981
Race: Female Alicorn
Age: 15
Mane: Black and blue hair, but the mane is always maintained at a short length.
Coat: Light blue
C.M.: None yet. Late bloomer.
Distinguishing Features: Just where her mane ends, branded into the back of her neck is FP-21981

---- Forty points to split between:----
S(trength): 5
P(erception): 8
E(ndurence): 5
C(harisma): 5
I(ntelligence): 5
A(gility): 7
L(uck): 5
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Tag Skills: Barter and science
Specialty: Lock picking and sneaking is the name of my game.
Gear: [5] Bobby pins [1] screw driver [1] 9 mm pistol (Small amount of ammo.)
History: There are always ponies out in the world who believe they are doing what is best for Equestria. Killing. Murdering. Ponynapping. All of this can be done in the name of a better future, and even the kindest of souls will look the other way because they too want a better future.

Blue likes to think it was this mindset her mother had when she was handed over to a mad scientist, because hoping for a better future is better then just getting some bottlecaps, right? Blue was born to a Alicorn who still had not gained full control of her mind. She faded in and out of sanity and during one of her 'fits' gave her only daughter to a mad pony who preached that he could find a cure for anything if he had the proper test subjects. The pony often muttered something about 20 bottlecaps for a blue alicorn, but Blue chooses to ignore this in hopes her mother just wanted others to have a better life.

She was raised in a cage, tested on daily basis since before she even had a true pony name. Stories were told about the creatures that lived outside this lab, out in the wastelands, but she never believed them. Other test subjects came and went, died and were used for their purposes. Blue was taught how to talk by these subjects, sometimes learning bad words, but more often then not they were kind to her.

One stallion, a blue pegasus, remained alive for a lot longer then Blue had expected. He was young when he arrived and only two days since he arrived he seemed to have aged a hundred years. Barely able to keep his head up on his now skinny and malnourished form. However, he always talked to Blue. Asked her what she thought of the outside world, where she was from, if she knew how to hold a gun. She attempted to explain to him on a daily basis that this cage was her entire life, but that never seemed to register with him. He told her stories of what he had done to raiders and slavers on his travels. His breif time as a slave before he ran away only to get caught and then sold to the scientist. However the way he spoke was hopeful.

Like he was expecting someone to rescue him. The hope would soon die, it always did.

He looked Blue in her eyes, and made her promise to carry his name to his family in a city he had not be able to name. "Blue Phoenix... Phoenix's never die, eh kid?" He chuckled at her before he closed his eyes for the last time.

A mere day later something happened. Ponies were swarming the lab and they weren't even test subjects, they were all free and had guns. The scientist was gunned down by one of the ponies but they never stopped moving, they ransacked the shelves and took all the radaway and any other medicine there was. During the chaos of the first ransacking they didn't notice Blue's cage that was covered by blankets in the corner, and when a screw driver rolled across the floor to be closer to her... Blue wondered...

She used her magic to lure the screw driver closer to her, and using a mere bobby pin that had been dropped on her over the years she managed to pick the lock on her cage. She even managed to sneak around most of the raiders, even looted a body quickly for the saddlebags and gun he dropped. She escaped...

For some reason she believed she owed her escape to the pegasus who had her name before her. With her eyes set on the wastelands for the first time she decided to repay the favor... If she could.
Personality: No matter how young and determined she looks she is still just a filly. Her wings are almost useless due to her years in the cage. Her interactions with other ponies are limited as well, so she lacks social skills unless she's gunning for something she wants. She can twist words better then most merchants at times, but some might say this is only because she doesn't understand the words she speaks. Her innocence was long ago taken, but she still has her youth and plans on using it as an asset if she can.
Perks: Come back to this once she's got some experience.
Traits:
Trait #1
Blank Flank: You are a child, still too young to have discovered your Special Talent. You gain the trait Small Frame without it counting towards your limit of two traits. Additionally, you have no cutie mark and start with only two tagged skills. However, during the course of the game, you may discover your Special Talent (either through an arrangement with the GM or spontaneously upon rolling a Critical Success in a non-tagged skill). Upon discovering your Special Talent, you immediately gain your third tagged skill in the skill you achieved Critical Success in or otherwise is most appropriate, only with a +20 bonus rather than a +15.
Trait #2
Unremarkable: Something about you just doesn't stand out. You can easily blend into shadows and into crowds. You gain a +10 to sneak.
Virtue : Perfectly neutral

Name: Steam Blade
Race: Pegasus
Age: 19
Mane:dark brown
Coat: Orange
Eyes: Red
C.M.:A steampunk looking sword
Distinguishing Features:a red and a black stripe running through his mane and tail

S(trength):5
P(erception):9
E(ndurence):6
C(harisma):5
I(ntelligence):7
A(gility):6
L(uck):3

Trained Skills:Lock pick, repair, melee weapons

Specialty:Inventing and/or repairing things

Gear: Pipbuck, Saddlebags, Bedroll, Screwdriver, Bobby-pins(10), Maintenance kit, Stable Barding, Sparkle Cola(3), Noodles(2), Sword, Magical Energy Pistol, Rainbow Dash Statuette, 24 Bottlecaps.

History:Due to being in cryosleep since the bombs fell Steam has lost all memories. Due to this he has no moral code cause he doesn't know right from wrong. Driven by curiosity Steam became a raider overlord just to see how others would react. After realizing what he has done he blew up his army with a megaspell. The blast knocked him unconscious and launched him to a town he was supposed to destroy. Nobody recognized him due to the fact that he had always kept his identity a secret. Trying to make up for all the wrongs he had done, Steam became a guardian of the town he was known as The Sentinel. After helping the town as much as he could Steam left out to wander the wastes, helping any pony along the way.

Personality: Steam acts a little goofy sometimes, but when dealing with friends or young ones he takes on a protective carrying nature. Don't get on his bad side though due to his morality problem Steam has done some pretty horrific things to other people who threaten him, friends, innocents, or young ones. When steam takes on a serious or sad tone, its interesting to hear what he has to say.

Traits:
Trait #1
Stable Dweller
Trait #2
Wild Wasteland

Virtue :
Karma: 50

Name: Sickle Steel
Race: Pegasus
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Mane: Blonde (Slicked Backward)
Coat: Dark red
C.M.: Hammer and Sickle crossed
Distinguishing Features: Scared left hoof (cosmetic, no real harm), Спецназ patch.
S:7
P:5
E:5
C:6
I:6
A:5
L:6
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Skills: Melee, mechanic, Speech
Specialty: Gunsmith
Gear: Sickle, Merc Outfit, Cigarette's (28), Matches (40), 182 caps
History: A history of violence, a history of crime, a history that some will forget and others wont forgive. A smooth talker of sorts and a madman underneath a gentleman. Sickle was born into poverty, he was born into a clan of communist who have forgotten the troubles outside their own walls. Everyone shares and everyone gives. His father was a proud soldier, for a cause he was willing to die for. In a slum of a city, their main politics were who was going to get shot next and who could step on the backs of the poor. Sickle was the not the type to forgive and forget, so when his father was executed for "treason" he sought to get his own by taking. He took from those who deserved it the least, from caps to clothes, to a colts life.It was a confusing and tough time, but he had others to help him along in his quest to retake the city from the fake communist who believed that it was the rich to govern the poor. But this was politics so a lot of time passing it shows nothing has changed except the self exile of a young boy who has a target on his back. He roamed the wastelands for years looking to drop his skills in a town and just settle down. Unless his irrational side takes over once again...
Personality: Calm and cool or careless and violent
Trait #1
Large frame
Trait #2
Sex appeal
Virtue : -25

Name: Sleet Gray
Race: Pegasus
Age: 20
Sex: Mare
Mane: Gray
Coat: Ice blue
C.M.: Driving lines of sleet with five unique snowflakes falling between them
Distinguishing Features: None, her appearance is supremely average and boring, well, except for the black coloration of her right arm that doesn't look quite right. That is usually kept hidden under a coat sleeve though.
---- Forty points to split between:----
S(trength): 4
P(erception): 8
E(ndurence): 5
C(harisma): 6
I(ntelligence): 8
A(gility): 4
L(uck): 5
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Tags: Science, Barter, Speech

Specialty: Computer hacking and reprogramming.

Gear: Gray greatcoat with brown fur trim, brass buttons, and tons of pockets. The coat is reinforced with black pegasus military armor plating and has two pockets sewn on the inside for her wings with slits that the wings can be spread from.
Customized incineration pistol (Black Powder).
Memory Recollector
PipBuck

History: The Enclave’s isolated life above the clouds requires a very specific population count to maintain, and everypony must work their hardest to ensure the survival of the civilization. Unfortunately for Sleet Gray she is next to useless. She isn’t strong enough for the military, nor pretty enough to find a husband and raise a family. On top of that, her special talent is obsolete, since the pegasi no longer control Equestria’s weather, what good is a weather pony? In the face of her brothers taunting and her military officer father’s disappointment, Sleet desperately sought anything she could do to be useful. Turning to technological pursuits, Sleet mastered basic terminal operation and learned to be a reasonably proficient hacker. Her first major accomplishment was to access an Enclave Military database of files retrieved from the surface but still encrypted. Hoping that she would one day be recognized as a data specialist for the military, Sleet set to cracking the ancient files. While it wasn’t exactly legal, nopony cared enough about the old files to bother her.
But as fate would have it, there was one file many ponies did care about. In the junk folder, hidden from the rank and file, was a triple encoded folder that Sleet was determined to crack. After toiling a full day, she finally broke into the file, named Operation: Cauterize. Inside, she found plans to slaughter life on the surface, burning away all obstructions that would prevent the Enclave from reclaiming Equestria not as saviors but as conquerors.
Stunned and horrified, wondering what to do with this terrible information, Sleet didn’t notice that her intrusion had been spotted and a squad of soldiers were coming for her until her brother kicked down her door. Desperately, Sleet tried to talk her way out of the situation, and might have succeeded had her own mother not sold her out, testifying that she saw her daughter hacking into the file. Betrayed and facing execution at her brother’s hooves, Sleet panicked and her special talent went wild. A terrible freezing gale erupted from the frightened mare, consuming everything and everypony around her. It ultimately saved her life, but the strain of it nearly killed her anyway, knocking her unconscious as the world froze around her. The neighborhood she had grown up in was frozen solid and plummeted into the Wasteland far below, with Sleet the sole survivor. Now stranded on the surface, Sleet seeks desperately to avoid the pursuing Enclave long enough to warn the surface of the coming holocaust.

Personality: Usually rather reserved, Sleet can modify her personality as the situation demands. A stern business mare when negotiating with merchants, a kindly older sibling when dealing with foals, a friendly stranger when talking with the local sheriff, Sleet can effectively put on a charade for any occasion.
When not in a situation requiring any acting, Sleet suffers from an inferiority complex that makes her feel inept at just about everything. However, when placed in a situation where she excels (primarily situations that would call upon her Tag skills), she gains a surprising measure of confidence and excitability. Sadly, these boosts in self-worth quickly fade after her triumphs and she will rarely acknowledge her achievements as anything more than mediocre.

Perks: Winter Weather Pony (Rank 2): You are a natural born weather pony, before the apocalypse you would have been in charge of bringing snow and ice for the winter. At Rank 2 your skill at manipulating winter elements has increased and you can freeze a greater area without suffering mental and spiritual strain.

Scarred by the Abyss: You've looked into the Abyss, and it's looked into you. And like it or not, it raped you with its eyes. You will no longer be threatened by any sort of dark manifestation. They see you as one of them, because you kind of are. Your body is warped due to your exposure.
When at full hp, it will simply look like a very odd splash of black coating. It will look natural... Almost. At 3/4ths hp it will begin to look like a shadow has been cast on those areas of your body. At half hp it will begin to actively avoid light by spreading across your body, you will also hear the voice of the void. At a quarter hp it will bubble in light and actively shift around in the areas where you are tainted. At 10% hp it will grow tendrils and attempt to kill any threat to it. Light, living things and it will not kill you, but it will attempt to knock you unconscious for your own safety. At 5 % hp it will engulf your entire body, and take over, using your body for as long as it takes for you to regenerate to a quarter of your hp, or until sunrise, whichever comes first. You will have no active memory of the things you do in this state, but you may relive them in nightmares or be forced to remember them by your shadow half.
You will have persistent nightmares until the day you die, and perhaps not even then will they stop.
You also have a connection with the void. This gives you a multitude of powers you don't fully understand or can control.
You have a shadow half of yourself effectively giving you schizophrenia. It always sees the worst in you, brings out the worst in you, but is not overtly evil to you, or anyone else. It's only purpose is to make you question all of your actions and truly hate yourself. It only ever tends to agree with you when your life is on the line.

Traits:
Trait #1 Good Natured: Your Barter, Mechanics, Medicine, Science, Speech and Survival skills are all increased by +5. Your Battle Saddles, Explosives, Firearms, Magical Energy Weapons, Melee and Unarmed skills are all decreased by -5.
Trait #2 Insomniac: You have always found it difficult to fall and stay asleep (the nightmares since you entered the Wasteland haven’t been helping any). Fortunately you have started to grow used to it, sleep deprivation affects you at half the usual rate. However any sleep you do get is much less restful, being only half as restorative as normal sleep.
Virtue : Responsibility
-100 (evil) to 100 (good)
0

Name: Ashenwing (Goes by Ashe)
Race: Pegasus
Age: Twenty four (human years)
Mane: Short, spiky and black with a white strip down the side.
Coat: Light-ish grey.
C.M.: A lightning bolt, for his general speed (On the ground and in the air)
Distinguishing Features:Always has a black jacket and scarf on him at all times.

S(trength): 6
P(erception): 5
E(ndurence): 6
C(harisma): 5
I(ntelligence): 7
A(gility): 7
L(uck): 4

Trained Skills: Firearms, Lockpick, Sneak
Gear: Hunting Rifle, Vest of Holding (It's just a vest with pockets) and scarf.
Personality: Sarcastic, curious, and sometimes an ass. Will help people he likes, though.
Perks: Egghead, Theif
Traits:
Trait #1 Stable Dweller

Trait #2 Trigger Discipline

Virtue : 75

Name: Lightning
Race: Pegasus / Cyberpony
Age: 17
Sex: Mare
Mane: Lime Green
Coat: Pink
C.M.: A dark storm cloud with three thunderbolts on it; two to each side, behind it, and one down the centre, in front of it. (Represents how she strikes hard and fast like thunder, but just as thunder follows lightning, she never strikes first)
Distinguishing Features: Mane tied back in a ponytail. Both of her hind legs have been replaced with cybernetics (like automail).
---- Forty points to split between:----
S(trength): 6 (+1 from Cyberpony so 7)
P(erception): 7 (+1 from RP reward from “Shadows in the Dark Roleplay” so 8)
E(ndurence): 4 (+1 from Cyberpony so 5)
C(harisma): 2 (+1 from Fluttershy statuette so 3)
I(ntelligence): 5 (+1 from Twilight Sparkle statuette so 6)
A(gility): 9 (+1 from Small Frame and - 2 from Cyberpony, so 8)
L(uck): 7
---- ----
Trained Skills: Firearms, Sneak, Survival (TAG) Magical Energy

Specialty: Sniping

Gear: Hunting Rifle, Sniper Rifle, Saddlebags, Flower Memory Orb, Fluttershy Statuette, (Pipbuck, Crystal Heart, Twilight Sparkle Statuette, a set of four memory orbs, a diary and the key to it, a unique laser pistol: Cadences' Kiss (This regal looking pistol has only the finest crystals inside it, refracting the alicorn powered energy beam a hundred fold. This pistol fires 100 tiny laser beams that make up a single laser beam. The weapon is semi-sentient made of a treated star metal, it responds to love and affection. It does a flat 100 damage (1 dam per laser). This damage ignores resistances and armor. Oddly enough, shooting allies heals them. Treating the weapon with love and care will cause it to repair itself when not in use. It may also offer words of encouragement... Or that could be a guilty conscience, who knows... If you had any doubt about "princess cadence" being a princess, you don't now. You saw the body.))

History: Many times great descendant of the vice president of the MAS. She was born in the Wasteland to unicorn parents and has no connection to any of the pegasi. She lost her parents when she was very young and so, she had to grow up very quickly in order to survive. She grew up in a settlement with only fillies and colts, and learned a lot about how to survive in the Wasteland. When she was 17, she went to Fillydelphia to recover a memory orb that belonged to her ancestor. She was captured by Red Eye's forces and made to compete in The Pit. After she won, she made a deal with Stern to join Red Eye's army in exchange for the memory orb. She left the army after Red Eye died. With the settlement that she grew up in destroyed by the Enclave, and everyone that she knew dead, she is now trying to find her place in the world. She is now living in a settlement with fillies and colts, whose parents were killed by the Enclave, and several pegasi who were left homeless after the cloud curtain was destroyed. She is protecting the foals so that they don't have to grow up fast like she did. The pegasi have elected her mayor of the town, since the foals are too young and the other pegasi don't know enough about Equestria.

Personality: While Lightning initially comes off as cold and uncaring, she actually holds a high value for all life, and only resorts to killing when she has no other choice. She only comes off as cold because she has gone through a lot, and finds it difficult to open up. She will always try to find another way to resolve things, so that they don’t have to resort to murder, but she also recognises when it’s the only choice, and she’s smart enough not to walk into a dangerous situation. She holds a burning hatred for all raiders, who she shoots on sight. She also absolutely hates the Enclave. While she acts cold to people she meets, she cares deeply for her family and close friends, and is always willing to risk her life to help them. Throughout her life, she has remained unchanged by the Wasteland, and strives to do good in a world that is not.

Perks:
Perk #1 Cyberpony -- Your cybernetic enhancements make you stronger, but also slower. Your Strength and Endurance are both increased by 1, but Agility is reduced by 2. Magic Energy is increased by 10. +10% to Poison Resistance and RAD Resistance.
Perk #2 --
Quest Perk -- Teacher Tazzer: You only use half as much ammo, and half as much durability when firing laser energy weapons. This does not apply to plasma weapons.
Traits:
Trait #1 Small Frame -- Due to your small size, you have +1 Agility but your limbs are more easily crippled (25% extra limb damage).
Trait #2 Cybernetics -- Your hind legs have both been completely replaced with cybernetics. They are much more difficult to damage, however, they cannot be healed with a healing potion or by a doctor. They are instead maintained with scrap metal and your repair skill, or a cybernetics expert. If your hind legs become crippled, instead of causing intense pain, you will instead lose -1 to Agility per limb.

Virtue : Generosity. You never jump right into a fight, and only kill when you have no other choice. This does not apply to raiders, so you are free to attack them on sight, as long as you are sure they are raiders. Them having family doesn't change this. You must always help those in need, who have good or neutral karma.

0 (Neutral)

Name: Aether Might

Race: Pegasus

Age: 24

Mane: Plain Black but slicked back

Coat: Pale Gold

C.M.: Globe

Distinguishing Features:

Scars on his back and cybernetic right eye, also some facial hair

---- Forty points to split between:----

S(trength): 6

P(erception): 4 (Staring at computers in the dark too long, it should be 6-7 when upclose)

E(ndurance): 5

C(harisma): 5

I(ntelligence): 9

A(gility): 6

L(uck): 5

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Trained Skills:

Specialty: Is good at memorization and martial arts. He also considered intelligent compared to people around him.

Gear: 12.7 SMG, 10mm pistol, Leather Armor, Bandana, Cap, several Stimpacks, a dozen rad-X, 544 Bottle Caps

History: Being an slightly indirect descendant of Fluttershy (as in Great Great..... Nephew or Cousin), he lived in Stable 81 and (possible) step-brother of Precious. He doesn't have a great relationship with Precious, but likes her only as a friend. He also is the youngest officer of Vault 81's Security. After his step-sister was kidnapped, he participated in the fight to save her. Eventually he was able to exit the Vault, He tried to go back in but found that it was locked by mistake. No one could hear him cry for help, not sure of where to go, he travels to Baltimare. And found a large settlement, after his adventures he usually resides there. Strangely, despite living on the opposite coast, he once traveled to New Pegas(-us) and took a job as one of the six couriers ( he was most known as courier 3).

Personality: Mostly Shy, usually Merciful, Kind, Somewhat Generous, Somewhat Greedy, Power Hungry, Slightly Sadistic

Perks: Bloody Mess

Traits:

Trait #1

Animal Friend (It is more of a perk than trait) 1: You have a good reputation among the animals as you help them along the way, and they feel neutral towards you. But your communication skills lowers just a bit (EX: stutters).

Trait #2

None

Virtue : 70 (Known to be kind but likes to steal)

-100 (evil) to 100 (good)

(Secret behind my Character's History. Try to find it.)

Name: Lolk
Race: Changeling
Age: somewhere around 20, ultimately unclear.
Mane: peppermint striped, scruffy.
Coat Chitin: dark grey, with swirling sand patterns
C.M.: Typically a crow, but changes often
Distinguishing features: unlike normal changeling wings, his vaguely resemble bat wings, though the function the same as a changeling's.

Strength: 4
Perception: 6
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 10
Luck: 6

Trained skills: Lockpick, Sneak, Science.
Specialty:
Gear: MASR (scope), Shovel spear, lightweight barding, pipbuck, zebra stealth cloak, anti-machine rifle.
History: Relatively unknown. He can never get his story straight. The only thing that's agreed on is that he came from a stable.
Personality: Quirky, but typically very polite.
Perks:

Traits:
Trait #1:
Stable dweller: You start the game with a PipBuck*. Your starting Survival score is only (Luck / 2, rounded down) and your starting Poison and Radiation Resistances are 0. This trait is subject to GM approval.

Trait #2:
Wild Wasteland: You have the propensity for discovering or encountering extremely unusual and “wacky” elements of the Equestria Wasteland. When coupled with Random, you are also possessed of unusual perception (such as limited precognition or the ability to see ghosts). This trait is subject to GM approval

Virtue: Loyalty
Karma: 75 (good)
A PipBuck effectively grants the wearer the following spells at no strain: Light, Locate Object (tagged objects whose tagged codes I know), Organize and Target (aka S.A.T.S.). These spells are considered to be cast at Expert level, but with a Potency and Versatility of only 1 each. Activating any of these abilities is a 10 AP action and may be activated once a round. Additionally, the PipBuck effectively grants the wearer the Detect Others (aka E.F.S.) spell at Advanced level with a Potency of 1. Activating this ability is a 25 AP action. All PipBucks and suits of magically powered barding have tags. PipBucks also include a radio and automapping features, as well as a port for a peripheral. PipBucks are subject to disabling through damage or anti-matrix weaponry.

Spells:
Telekinesis
Light
Shapeshift[changeling
Phase
Invisibility
Silence

Name: Spot

Race: Earth Pony

Age: 18

Mane: Black

Coat: White

C.M.: A Scroll

Distinguishing Features:

Has a big black spot surrounding his right eye.

---- Forty points to split between:----

S(trength): 5

P(erception): 5

E(ndurence): 4

C(harisma): 3

I(ntelligence): 10 (but warped)

A(gility): 8

L(uck): 1

---- ----

Trained Skills: Reading, Writing, preaching.

Specialty: Good listener, but a bit naïve, great motivational speaker.

Gear: Black and white garment and a Purge Bible

History: Orphaned as a baby foal, Spot was founded and raised by The Order of The Pure Ones. Under the guidance of the Earth Pony Br. Light Feather, Spot was trained throughout his life to be a missionary in order to spread the "good" news of the coming purge and gather followers for the order. Now, he shall soon have his initiation and will finally a true "Pure" One.

Personality: Modest, due to his "stature", a bit slow at times when it comes to conversation, a bit delusional, but is starting to question his beliefs.

Name:Misty Morning
Race:Pegasus
Age:24
Mane:Sky Blue
Coat:Navy Blue
C.M.:Morning Glory Flower
Distinguishing Features:Always keeps her mane up in ponytails on the job, and is almost always seen with her favorite pair of dust goggles on her forehead.

(I'll try to draw up a pic later)

Strength:5
Perception:7
Endurance:5
Charisma:4
Intelligence:6
Agility:8
Luck:5
---- ----
Trained Skills:Firearms, Sneak, Survival
Specialty:Sneaky Sniping Spectacularity
Gear:
Weapons:Sniper Rifle(Reduced Weight Carbon Parts), .45 Pistol(Suppressed), Combat Knife
Clothing/Armor: Reinforced Leather Armor, Ragged Cloak, Lobo Goggles
Provisions: 2 Dirty Water, 1 Pure Water, 3 Cans Pre-War Food, 1/8 Pound of foraged berries.
Survival: 10 foot rope, Canteen, Bedroll, Lighter, Lantern, 2 Healing Potions, Bandages
Caps: 104
History: Misty's unicorn parents were a little surprised to have a pegasus as a child, but dormant genes are dormant genes, even if the original holders are generations back. Her foal years were spent being carried around with her parents, who lived on the road as tried and true scav&survivors. As she learned to take her first steps, her folks decided it was time to find a place to settle down somewhere safe.

New Appleloosa was a nice, stable childhood, as far as wasteland childhoods go, anyway. Misty would go out foraging with her mother,and her father certainly did his best to teach her to fly (which in the end resulted in him just having to buy her a book off a passing caravan) One day, when she was out alone looking for berries and flowers when she was set upon by a hungry Radigator. Not having time to test out her half-trained flying chops, she darted into a nearby patch of radiation enlarged Morning Glory, where the animal lost site of her. She pelted the beast with a near rock about the size of an adult hoof and knocked the beast out, flying, falling, and sprinting home as fast as she could. She screamed and cried into her mother's chest, immediately elated to have her non-blank flank pointed out to her.

Around the age of 20 Misty would start leaving New Appleloosa regularly to make her fair share of caps for her and her family, usually taking up jobs as a caravan guard. Over her first few years she got pretty dang good at popping raiders coming for the caravans, and started to perform bigger, deadlier versions of her cutie mark story in combat, finding the best hide around, then dropping every opponent her cross-hairs happened to find.

Personality: Quiet, an introvert pony who reserves her chattery side for ponies like her parents. Despite this, she is quite easily exciteable.
Perks:Gun Nut, Armed and Dangerous, Pathfinder, Sharpshooter, Weapon Handling, and Team Player
Traits:
Trait #1
Trigger Discipline
Virtue : Loyalty, "I'm not leaving until everypony's safe!"
Karma: 34

Eldritch Spark
Race: Unicorn Zebra
Age: Twenty or so, one-hundred and twenty if you want to get technical.
Appearance: At first glance, he's just a gray unicorn, with a gray coat and a gray-striped mane and tail. He's wearing a pair of glasses, one lens being thicker than the other. If you have sharp eyesight or keen observation skills, you may notice something unusual about him. The blur of stripes, or a mirage, perhaps?
Cutie Mark: A seven-pointed light-blue star.

SPECIAL
S:4
P:5
E:7
C:4
I: 7
A:4
L:9

History: On the Last Day, Eldritch, Amber, and her friends escape Canterlot before the shield comes down. They then decide to go to the nearest Stable for safety. Once they enter, they discover that the stable that they found was designed to preserve its inhabitants in suspended animation/stasis until the conditions outside are met. As they try to escape the Stable, the shield collapses, releasing Pink Cloud-saturated water onto the door, bending and breaking the mechanism. Most of them decide to go into Sleep, as they have no choice. The only survivors 197 years later are Eldritch and a young Gryphon named Ky, the rest dying over the centuries in stasis.
Skills: Tailsmans, energy-related stuff, spell matrix programming.
Spells: Levitation, Light, Illusion, Energy Beam.
Personality: He doesn't speak much, which can't be helped because he's mute. At first, he'll shy away from strangers, but once he gets to know someone, he'll open up (possibly on his energy rifles).
Traits: Four-eyes, Good Natured.
Perks: Swift Learner, ArcanoTech Knack, Lunar Sight...
Virtue: +42

***

Amber
Race:Pegasus
Age: Twentysomething.
Appearance: If you see her, you're probably hallucinating. She's dead. With an orange mane and a yellow mane and tail, she's somepony that's hard to miss (if you do see her). Her lavender eyes seem to scrutinize your every move.
Cutie Mark: A streak of golden light.

SPECIAL
S:6
P:7
E:4
C:6
I: 6
A:8
L:3

Skills: Advanced Flight, Archaeology...
Personality: Amber tends to look at things optimistically. She is always trying to stay positive, and tries to help Eldritch however she can.
Traits: Wild Wasteland.
Virtue: ???

***

Ky
Race: Gryphon
Age: 16~17?
Appearance: He has black wings, blue eyes, and a gray beak. Nothing special to him.

SPECIAL
S:6
P:8
E:5
C:6
I: 5
A:6
L:4

Skills: Medicine, repairing things.
Personality: His chatter almost makes up for Eldritch's silence. Often scared of the horrors of the Equestrian Wasteland, he looks to Eldritch for help.
Traits: Jinxed
Perks: Eagle Eye.
Virtue: +12

***

More coming soon.

Name: Skyfire
Race: Pegasus
Age: 22
Mane: Light orange with streaks of dark orange
Coat: Light orange
C.M.: A flaming sword flanked by wings
Distinguishing Features: Looks a ton like Spitfire; near-direct descendant.

S(trength): 6
P(erception): 5
E(ndurence): 6
C(harisma): 3
I(ntelligence): 5
A(gility): 8
L(uck): 5
---- ----
Trained Skills: Energy weapons, melee weapons, guns
Specialty: Energy weapons -- quick hitter/scout
Gear: Enclave power armor, twin plasma rifles Sally and Mustang
Personality: Hot-headed, brash, passionate, insecure internally, thrill-seeker
Virtue : Endurance
Karma: 26

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2083996 Does your Character work for the NCR or the brotherhood of steel?

Name: Jason Alexander Cider
Sex: Male
Race: Unicorn
Age: 21
Mane: Black! Spiky but still all there! Looks like he just got out of bed!
Coat: Dark Brown
C.M.: A burned Legion Flag
Distinguishing Features: Always smiling usually with the NCR
- Forty points to split between:-
S(trength):7
P(erception):5
E(ndurence):7+
C(harisma):9+
I(ntelligence):4
A(gility):5
L(uck):5
Trained Skills: Speech, Lock-picking, Repair
Specialty: Speech
Gear: NCR Riot Gear
History: He worked for the legion before getting betrayed and he got shot in the back of the head by a legion worker and vowed to get rid of the legion. Now works for the NCR where he found his wife. His wife keeps telling him that he shouldn't go undercover with the Legion because she doesn't know what will happen to him if they catch him.
Personality: Acts stupid on purpose. Doesn't like being mean...but sometimes he has to. He kills but doesn't like it. Keeps the bullet that was pulled out of his head as a reminder.
Perks: Brown Noser & Extra Special
Trait #1:Politician: Lotsa Speech
Trait #2:Scavenger: + Lock-Pick, Carry, -Speed
Weapons: Combat Shotgun & Gauss Carbine
75(Good)

Shimmer Knight
Sex: female
Race: Alicorn
Age:23
Mane: Dark Blue that drapes over her left eye.
Coat: Dark Blue.
C.M: NCR Flag
Distinguishing Features:She has a bad tendency to want to help others more than hurt them.
- Forty points to split between:-
S(trength):7+
P(erception):6
E(ndurence):5
C(harisma):4
I(ntelligence):6
A(gility):5
L(uck):6
Trained Skills: Energy Weapons, guns, & medicine
Specialty: Scooped Weapons
Gear: NCR Heavy Trooper Armor
History: Works for NCR since she was 18. That's also when she meet her husband. She learned how to shoot scoped weapons by her dad at a young age and now is the best sniper in her team. She keeps telling Jason not to go undercover with the Legion because she doesn't know what'll happen if he gets caught! She learned a thing or two from her husband.
Personality: Caring, loving, and understanding. She says to be married to Jason for so long, your gonna be all these things.
Perks: Extra Special & Tail Trick
Trait#1:Doctor: +medicine, -unarmed & mele
Trait #2: Dashite: Power Armor training, + Gun training, - Mele, survival, and speech.
Weapons: Combat Knife & Sniper Rifle
Karma: 93(good)

2092418 She works with the Enclave.

2099500 I'm sorry, I find myself confused... eheh.

2099506 I confused myself with that comment as well!

2101688 Well then! It seems we find ourselves in an impasse.

(This was made for the battle of Stalliongrad primarily, but may be used later.)
Name:Puzzle Box [Sky Lock]

Race:Changeling

Age: 25

Mane:N/A

Coat: exoskeleton

C.M.:N/A [Sky Lock: binoculars]

Distinguishing Features: None. Changeling

---- ----

S(trength):4

P(erception):6 (+1 armor)

E(ndurence):6

C(harisma):3 (-1 armor)

I(ntelligence): 5

A(gility):7

L(uck):4

HP:118
AP:76
---- ----

Trained Skills: Lockpick, Magical energy weapons, sneak.

Specialty:N/A [sky lock: spotting things from up high.]

Gear: enclave power armor, Multi-plas rifle/Lightning rifle battle saddle [linked to armor], magical energy lance, plasma pistol.

History: Puzzle is a changeling that took the place of an enclave pegasus during a ground mission. He did this to A.) see the clouds, B.) Loot the clouds, and C.) Adventure. He has been living the day to day life of Sky Lock, the pegasus he replaced. By the time he was called in for combat during the battle of Stalliongrad, he had Sky Lock down flawlessly. [Sky Lock was born and raised into the enclave, getting his cutie mark during a training exercise when he spotted another pegasus, trying to break the cloud layer. Sky Lock was soon accepted into the enclave, and served until around age 20, when he was killed by Puzzle during a scouting mission on the ground. ] He is currently an Enclave captain, and often directs the battle from a Vertibuck.

Personality: Quirky. Always vague, and lying as often as not. [Sky Lock: Much the same, but a lot more honest, and no where near as vague. All in all, a slightly odd, but effective solider.]

Perks: none.

Traits:

Trait #1

Touched by Luna: Your Intelligence and Perception are increased by +1 during the nighttime (maximum 10), but are reduced by -1 during the daytime (minimum 1). This trait affects your internal clock and is not affected by being indoors.

Trait #2

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

Virtue : Loyalty

-o (neutral)

Name: Dirt Patch
Race: Earth Pony
Age: 24
Mane: Black with dark red streaks
Coat: Brown with white legs
C.M.: Overflowing cornucopia. Link
Distinguishing Features: Patch typically has a red color tucked behind one ear. Its a fake, but its hers.

---- Forty points to split between:----
S(trength): 8
P(erception): 4
E(ndurence): 6
C(harisma): 8
I(ntelligence): 4
A(gility): 5
L(uck): 5
---- ----
Trained Skills: Barter, Speech
Specialty: Survival
Gear: Shot gun, ammo, scythe, seeds
History: Like many ponies out in the wasteland Dirt Patch never knew her her father. Her mother had been raped by a raider and left to deal with the results, a small brown filly with a pension for wandering. Her mother was a unicorn so finding the little filly was never too much trouble, but some might say that she had a death wish considering how often she made her mother worry.

Her mother, not being too great with a gun or her own magic, had taken to working on a small farm that was left alone by raiders only because they promised them food in exchange for safety. However they still liked to raid every now and then. Just to get 'what they were owed.'

Dirt Patch loved to work on the farm. She proved to have quiet the green hoof and often nursed tainted soil to a rich and healthy brown where the greatest of crops could be grown. It wasn't much a shocker when she got her cutiemark. Some other fillies often joked that her cutiemark would be nothing but a black outline on her already dirty flank. Patch proved to be quite the valuable farmer, and her mother knew that girl had to protect herself. She paid one of the local stallions to train her daughter how to use a shotgun, but Patch proved to be even more capable with a scythe, having used one on a daily basis to tend the fields. During a raid she managed to stand her ground with a scythe gripped in her muzzle.

As a birthday gift for her mother Dirt Patch worked out a deal with Tenpony Tower. In exchange for a room, and a small store, they would get fresh crops on a daily basis. Her mother would work and maintain the shop and Patch would grow the crops. It took two years of negotiations but finally on the eve of which the deal was proposed it was approved. Patch moved her mother into the tower and started her own farm outside the ruins of the city. When ponies are down on their luck, or in need a job, they are often sent to her. Patch hires workers and guardsmen on daily basis to work the farm and protect the people.
Personality: A good soul but a fast talker. She tends to think more with her mouth then with her head. She's clearly not the most intelligent pony in the world, but she makes up for that with her typical good nature. She's a business pony, and can work out a deal with most ponies who cross paths with her. Its perhaps the only reason she is still alive. Having been held hostage more times then she can count, but only to work out a deal and have the raider working on her farm within the next few hours.
Perks:
Traits:
Trait #1
Royal Canterlot Voice: +5 [Speech, Barter] per rank. Mastery: 5 extra points in each of these skills.
Trait #2
Green Hoof : Plants always seem to bloom when you’re around, even in places no one would expect! You find significantly more raw materials for alchemy during your travels. You gain +10 to Survival checks for finding herbs. When rolling Luck checks for number of herbs found, you roll three times, keeping the two best results and discarding the remaining roll.
Virtue :
+40

Name: Fey
Race: Unicorn
Sex: Female
Mane: Black and White streaks, sometimes pony tail and sometimes left alone to be wavy.
Coat: Grayish White
Age: 22
Cutie Mark: Blank
Specialty: Guns and mechanics
Stats
S: 5
P: 7
E: 3
C: 8
I: 8
A: 8
L: 1

Signature Gear: Black red Riot ranger armor with a hood, a long overcoat with the number 26 on it's back, uses mostly the katana or revolver with a dash of explosives.

Personality: Regularly doesn't sleep and results in a tired, lazy or erratic personality but when she's wide awake and chalk full of energy, she's bubbly and sometimes serious. Wants to have fun most of the time. Likes to cuddle pillows and dislikes energy weapons. Also loves the sound of a gun firing and regularly listens to music.

History: Add a couple of hard cider and some friends who'd try anything and you could get yourself into some very weird chicken ****. It could result to some heavy hangovers, mild injuries, broken teeth and whatever things that a stallion could think of... (Ahem... Ahem... Mare....) Maybe it could end in something very odd... Like a potion or something like a..... Gender changing potion?
Traits:

Oh Snap! This Fate shit Again?!: The mythical forces with the likes of Tod and Tom from New Roam. These wisp like deities see all of what is happening; from some mare clopping in the bathroom, sexy times, wars, arguments... All of them. You have been chosen as their plaything of some sort. Numerous events can occur whether it maybe bad or good. Replaces your current cutie mark.
Metro Dweller: Tinker Bell{Tinkerer/Mechanic} - You've work with guns and machines alike, even learning some first-aid under the Metros. You can fix anything! Well except for energy weapons... Damn energy weapons...
25% More for Guns and Mechanics also you can create various guns or contraptions from Scratch! 30% Less info, schematics, and repair efficency for M.E.W'S

Name: Noria

Race: Earth pony, mare, cyberpony

Age:unknown

Mane: Long, dark brown

Coat: Yellow

C.M.: Blank

S:9

P 5

E 5

C 1

I 9

A 6

L 5

Skills: Lockpick, Firearms, Terminal/computer hacking, Repairs

Specialty: unknown

Gear: unknown

History: Subject 2456 aka Noria is pony who was pick for a special project in creating new types of cybernetic limbs for soldiers who had lost their own in war times however subjects who are pick or sign up for this will *WARING CAN ACCESS THIS AREA WITH OUT HIGHER CLEARENCE*

You will now be given details the prototype of the Mark T-41 cybernetic limbs and the Mark M-64 bionic eyes. The Mark T-41 is made of silicon carbide forms the basis of chobam armor used in battle tanks making it able to stand against bullets, and explosives how ever it has not been fully tested to stand against high powered magic energy weapons data on that will need to be tested.

The Mark M-64 bionic eyes was created to help dose who have lost the ability of their sight from diseases that damage the eyes' photoreceptors, the cells at the back of the retina that perceive light patterns and pass them on to the brain in the form of nerve impulses, where the impulse patterns are then interpreted as images. The Mark M-64 takes the place of these photoreceptors. The eyes are surgically removed and replace with the Mark M-64 how will it help them see? Well first a three by three micro chip is implanted into the Mark M-64 right under where the retina. When light falls onto the chip the it converts electric signals, which are delivered into the brain by the optic nerve. *ERROR* *FILE CORRUPTED* *ERROR*

Both of these are powered by crystals a slot in the arm holds the crystals and uses the energy to power these systems how ever do to the amount of energy drain and amount of gems used this new equipment makes it hard to be used. Noria is very unlucky to be giving something that runs on hard on an item that hard to mine, and find if these system can not have the energy needed they go into full shut down and the user will be unable to use these in the most dangerous outcomes.

646071 name:dj-chemicalz
weapons: 9mm handgun hunting shotgun machete
race: Pegasus pony
age:20-25
mane: dark blue
coat: white
Distinguishing Features: eyes are like a snakes
- Forty points to split between:-

S(trength):5

P(erception):7

E(ndurence):7

C(harisma):5

I(ntelligence):9

A(gility):6

L(uck):1
Trained Skills: guns melee lockpick
Specialty: short range multiplies damage
gear: a backpack with some medication and a lot of ammo
history grew up in the wastes fighting and traveling he use to be with bandits until he blew em off and joined the caravan
Personality: can be depressing sometimes but has a strong sense of judgment he can be brash and mean but when his calm he takes a leadership role and help's other's with there problems

Trait #1:rad resist: 50% of radiation is not dealt

tart #2

shotgun doctor: any shotgun does 75% damage

Virtue: 50(nutral)

Name: Sayker
Race: Griffon
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Feathers: a slightly darker shade of grey
Underbelly: White, with hints of brown
C.M: WTF IS A CUTIE MAARK?!?!!?!!!
Distinguishing Features: A handsome scar across his right eye.
---- Forty points to split between:----
S(trength):3
P(erception):10
E(ndurence):6
C(harisma):1
I(ntelligence):6
A(gility):10
L(uck):7
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Trained Skills: Guns, sneak, explosives
Specialty:
Gear:
History: Born to Talon, Bred by Talon, Sayker strives to be everything that Talon stands for. He's fair when he can be and dedicated to whatever cause he's pledged to. He's a born follower, knowing nothing besides Talon, but that doesn't mean he isn't keen and clever. He has a sort of paranoia. Nothing persistant, more of a persistant ackoledgement that nowhere is safe. Entering rooms, he formulates takes note of how many guards, exits, anything that could be important if a fight broke out. This means he's a little shifty in new places. Until he's certain he couldn't be surprised if combat broke out, he isn't satisfied... He's never satisfied.

Outside of combat he's farely quiet, prefering to keep to himself. That doesn't however mean he doesn't speak his mind. Unless specifically ordered to, he'll freely express himself when he knows doing so won't get him shot. He's... Honest. Maybe not too nice, but honest. If you are the weakest link, he'll make it very clear to you. He'll offer suggestions on how to improve if you ask, but usually he'll leave it at that. He's a calm soul, he enjoys relaxing when he can. He enjoys company when it close company. He often has a dream of finding that special someone, and getting away from it all. Going to some safe little hamlet town, or some farm and just settling down...

He knows it won't ever happen like that, but that's why it's his little dream.
Personality:

Perks:
Armed and Dangerous
Finesse
Counter Canter
Sharpshooter
How we do it on the farm
Clever Prancer
Small frame

Traits:
Trait #1
Blueblood
Trait #2
Bruiser
Virtue: Honesty
Karma: -7 (He's fair. Not too nice, but fair.)

To be continued... Actually STUDYING the PnP source for this one...

Name:Rolling Gears
Race:Bufallo
Age:Young Adult
Mane:White
Coat:White
Distinguishing Features:Albino, Carries an Umbrella, Complete Disregard for Spirits and Magic
S(trength):5
P(erception):8
E(ndurence):5
C(harisma):4
I(ntelligence):7
A(gility):6
L(uck):6

Trained Skills:
Barter-11
Battle Saddles-13
Explosives-19
Firearms-15
Lockpick-19
Magical Energy Weapons-34
Mechanics-32
Medicine-17
Melee-13
Science-32
Sneak-15
Speech-11
Survival-13
Unarmed-13
Specialty:Mechanics, Science, Energy Weapons
Gear: A Used Condition Recharger Pistol, Basic Sprit of Machines Cloak, Maintenance Kit, Screwdriver, Bobby Pins x5

History: Originally went by the name of Turning Gears, if you pester him enough he might tell you why. Was taught extensively about sprirts and shamnism but none of it stuck. Built machines to help his tribe prosper much to the amusement of his elders and bemusement of his peers. After having a omenous dream, he decided to venture out into the wastes in search a place where he can improve his craft.

Personality:Abrasive but tactful; he has little desire to make friends, but less so to make enemies. Has an overglorified opinion of machines and industry. Finds magic, with the exception of Arcanotech, as inefficient and unpredictable. He tries to emulate Red Eyes and the Steel Rangers to little benefit. Wishes he was Cyberpony, and complaines about it endlessly.

Traits:Small Frame, Disbelief- Recieves ½ (rounded down) of Magical/Enchanted/Shamanistic Effects (this does not effect items in his possession).
Virtue:Humility
Karma:-15
Sidenote- First buffalo, really!? There's been two minotaurs, two zebracorns, and a HALF-DRAGON before any buffaloes. Just like albinos, horribly underrepresented.

Name:Roc Holliday

[This is where the headshot will go, probably never]

Race:Griffon
Age:241
Feathers:Two-Tone White and Black
Coat:Gunmetal Grey, Silver Underbelly
Distinguishing Features:Former Member of the MoA, Has Been in Possession of the Black Book, Addicted to Chewing Tobacco, Laudable Goatee and Mustache, Has a Cracked Beak Repaired with Gold, One Cloudy Eye Behind a Pipbuck interfacing Monocle, Custom Medical Pipbuck, Four Discrete Cybernetic Implants, Can Brew Zebra Potions, Self-Proclaimed Best-Looking Ghoul in the Wasteland
S(trength):7
P(erception):4
E(ndurence):8
C(harisma):6
I(ntelligence):9
A(gility):6
L(uck):6

Trained Skills:
Barter-25
Battle Saddles-19
Explosives-30
Firearms-26
Lockpick-25
Magical Energy Weapons-12
Mechanics-25
Medicine-100
Melee-30
Science-75
Sneak-15
Speech-75
Survival-50
Unarmed-91
Specialty:Medicine, Science, Unarmed, Cybernetic Surgeories, Brewing Zebra Potions

Gear: Pipbuck 4500 (No S.A.T.S. or Light. Grants Targeting Diagnostics [Equivalent to Living Anatomy Perk] and Alter Physiology, Clean, Purge System, Anesthetic, and Life Surge Spells), Gambler's Suit, Amoured Mesh (With Wingblades), Duster, Old Cowpony Hat, Throwing Knife x10, Throwing Hatchet x10, Tomahawk x4, Magical Energy Throwing Axe x4, Flashbang x6, Stun Grenade x6, Knockout Gas x4, Anti-Matrix Grenade x 4, Plasma Grenade x2, .45 Auto SMG, .45 Auto Ammo x60, 5.56mm Pistol (Speed Loader), 5.56mm Ammo x36, Sewing Kit, Alchemy Kit, Doctor's Kit, Screwdriver, Lighter, Canteen, Rope x10, Bobby Pins x20, Stealthbuck, Broadcaster, Healing Potion x10, Super Restoritive Potion x5, Medical Bandages x20, Doctor's Bag x2 Hydra x3, Stampede x5, Dash x11, Buck x4, Mint-Als x2, Doc's Chew x23, “Front Toward Enemy” x2, A strange bag the size and weight of 2 Zebra Swords, Moonshine x3, Wine x2, Absinthe x2, Buckweiser x2, FOREVERpure, Duct Tape, 3041 caps, 16970 bits

History:Absurdly long. Born into nobility. Left his homeland practically as soon as he could fly. Has spent a number of years in Zebrica pre-war. Then migrated back to Equestria along with a few Star Clan zebras for reasons he refuses to discuss. Was a medical scientist with the Ministry of Arcane Science until the bombs fell. He refuses to disclose his exact location at the time. Has done extensive research on the effects of Starmetal and Necromorphic magic on biology.
Personality:Warm, noble, and friendly Gentlegriffon. Always tries to get a chuckle out of others, especially his enemies. Ignores the past as much as possible. Remains a charmer but doesn't follow through anymore. Chews his own brand of mint coyote chew that grants +1 Perception, Charisma, and Agility. Heavy drinker. He can be obtuse, oblivious, and obnoxious. Forgiving to a major plotpoint fault.

Perks: Extra Special, Eagle Eye, Egghead, Steel Claw (2), Wasteland Surgeon, Brick Wall, Fast Pack Buckles, Evasion, Super Slam, Blackjack's Fury (Unarmed), Piercing Hoof, How You Like THEM Apples!?, Cybernetic Surgeon, Gladiator Pony (Unarmed), Eternal, Unstoppable Force, Paralyzing Hoof, The Magic of Friendship, Atomic!
Traits:Ghoul, Sex Appeal
Virtue:Forgiveness
Karma:70

Sidenote- He's lvl 21 I know, but I don't plan on playing this guy except as an NPC for my own Roleplays or something drastic. If you care to know, he's a support character from my story.

This is my first time making a role playing character let alone a pony one, so tell me what you all think please

Name: Knightlight (with a K)
Race: Unicorn
Age: Unknown, however from physical appearance he looks in this 30s
Mane: Dark Blue with a hint of orange
Coat: Dark Blue but slightly lighter then his mane
C.M.: A combat knife stabbing into a silhouette of a pony shaped figure.
Distinguishing Features: Despite being a unicorn, Knightlight his bigger than the strongest of earth pony (slightly smaller then Big Mac). He wears a black mask that hides his face, eyes and mane. The reason his wears the mask is only known to him.
---- Forty points to split between:----
S(trength): 8
P(erception): 4
E(ndurence): 7
C(harisma): 3
I(ntelligence): 5
A(gility): 9
L(uck): 4
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Trained Skills: Sneak, Melee and Firearms
Specialty: Sneaking around to kill the ones who stand in his ways.
Gear: Silenced .22 Pistol, Caravan Shotgun, Machete
History: Knightlight is an ex raider suffering from amnesia. When his raider clan did something that he considered crossing the line, he kill them all in the night while they slept and took all their supplies. Living in the small town of Welcome, content with just letting life pass him by. Until the day a mare ran into town shouting for somepony to save her son. After the colts rescue Knightlight decided it was time to venture out into the Equestria Wasteland to discover who he once was.
In his travels he saved a German Shepherd from a band of raiders. He called the dog Elite after seeing that the number 1337 had been scratched into the dog, and the dog has been his most loyal (and only) party member.
Personality: After traveling through the wasteland alone with only his K9 companion, the wasteland has turned Knightlight from an open minded adventure into a cold-blooded killer. Most of time not caring about his enemies lives and focuses more on his mission to discover who his was. Although he is highly trained in melee combat skills and the art of stealth from his travels, Kightlight can only work basic computer functions. He also has a phobia of ghouls.
Traits:
1.Built to destroy
2.Spiritually Awakened
Virtue : known only to himself, if he even has one.

Name: Aurum Vis
Race: Gryphon
Age: 20
Feathers: Black as Pitch
Fur: same as feathers
Claws(forelegs)/beak: Extremely dark grey
C.M.: None
Distinguishing Features: His golden, glowing blood and piercing golden eyes

S(trength): 5
P(erception): 5
E(ndurence): 8
C(harisma): 6
I(ntelligence):  5
A(gility): 5
L(uck): 6

Name: Lucus Obscuras
Race: Unicorn
Age: 26
Mane: None (has a jet-black tail)
Coat: Darker than any other black in existence
C.M.: a white Omega
Distinguishing Features: Glowing Purples Eyes, Very tall

S(trength): 8
P(erception): 5
E(ndurence): 6
C(harisma): 2
I(ntelligence): 6
A(gility): 8
L(uck): 5

Name: Blood Bath
Race: Unicorn
Age: 19
Mane: The lighter color of fresh Blood
Coat: the dark color of dried blood
C.M.: A blood splatter
Distinguishing Features: She is red.

S(trength): 4
P(erception): 10
E(ndurence): 5
C(harisma): 6
I(ntelligence):  6
A(gility): 4
L(uck): 5

Name:Pixel Charge
Race:unicorn
Age:looks 20 but is actually 30
Mane:light blue and dark blue
Coat:dark blue
C.M.:pixelated pencil
Distinguishing Features:instead of a glowing aura around his horn when using magic the aura is pixelated

S(trength):3
P(erception):9
E(ndurence):3
C(harisma):4
I(ntelligence): 8
A(gility):5
L(uck):4
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Trained Skills: can control and manipulate electronics
Specialty: can control and manipulate electronics
Gear:
History: conciousness was stuck in a maneframe
Personality: cool and collected

Crepusculum or Dusk is a male batpony. He's around 20~25 years old. He has a white coat, white mane, and a white tail. His amber eyes have vertical pupils, like a dragon's. He has a brace on his left hind leg from an accident during his childhood. He tries to stay calm when confronted with difficult situations. He's very protective of his friends. He's audacious, a trait that lands him in a lot of trouble, and is very tenacious. His weapons of choice: a modified energy pistol and heavily modded Novasurge.

S: 5
P: 8
E: 4
C: 5
I: 7
A: 4
L: 7

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Corona is a unicorn / phoenix hybrid with a platinum coat, wings, and wavy mane and tail. She's around the same age as Crepsculum. She has byzantine, crystalline eyes. Her cutie mark is a radiation warning symbol with the sun as the centre dot. She's been wanted in the Equestrian Wasteland for quite a lot of time now for 100 000 caps. She specializes in spell matrix manipulation, radiation spells, and light-based spells.

She lived in Barricade Canyon, near New Appleloosa before the settlement was destroyed.

S: 4
P: 6
E: 4
C: 7
I: 7
A: 7
L: 5

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Umbra is [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] from [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED]. [REDACTED] is [REDACTED] with Crepusculum. Only he can see her. [REDACTED].

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Cider, my friend, we do happen to.have a rule about names here haha... do you think you could do me a solid and change jason alexander cider's name to something a little more pony like? Would about a week be an alright amount of time to get that done in?

Name: Midas
Race: Minotaur
Age: 42
Description: Standing about a head taller than a large buffalo, Midas is an older Minotaur, but no less in shape. His fur is a mix of a graphite black and a gun metal grey at its tips, showing the toll the wasteland has taken on his apparent age. He has a big grin, and one of his horns is cut at an angle.It's still sharp to point, but it's smaller than his right one. His body is adorned in scars that show he's a survivor.

Distinguishing Features:
---- Forty points to split between:----
S(trength): 10
P(erception): 4
E(ndurence):10
C(harisma):5
I(ntelligence):5
A(gility):5
L(uck):1
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Trained Skills: Melee, unarmed, survival Tag: repair

Specialty: Hard to say, he does a lot.

Gear: Rounded metal armor made from rainbow sentinels, tarnished so it doesn't shine The rainbows are very faded from all of the dust and durt but if your closs you can see the faint technicolor spectrum. A helmet with a metal face plate, fashioned from a hellhound skull this face plate can fold up ir down as needed. He also has one such skull as a fastening buckle for an enchanted chain tasset (protects like metal, just as heavy, just looks pleasing). A variety of melee weapons, large and small, an lmg, and a fully automatic shot gun the size of your average pony. He has a pair of power fists in place of his hands.

History: Growing up in a militaristic family, Midas was named after an old minotaur tale of a warlord who could turn anything he hit into gold, and suffered defeat only when he was out smarted by a tricky zebra into hitting his own reflection... Midas was trained from birth to be a fighter and survivor, but his mother taught him that a bullet with no direction will just miss, and showed him how to be more than a hired goon. Of course,that's all he really was for the begining years of his life. He served on many a job as hired muscle for a caravan company, until he "found his way" and began to freelance. Thats when his career took off. Roaming from one side of the wastes to the other,he's seen about all there is to see. He's killed hellhounds with his bare hands (its rumored he was hired to clear an entire plateau of the beasts and in the process lost both a hand wrestling a hellhound the size of a house),he's even rumored to have killed a dragon by breaking out through its chest (where its rumoured he lost his other hand). Known as a minotaur of his word, its no secret he's had to clash with Talon at times (its rumoured he had a fight with Gawd but by the end of the week long struggle the two respected each other too much to kill the other... Also rumoured is that he was the father of her two children.) over matters of contracts. The legend of Midas is a long one, but even he'll admit many of the rumours surrounding him aren't entirely true. He's lived a long life for a sole mercenary who makes as many enemies as he does myths.

Personality: Not a very stoic person by nature,idas speaks his mind when he wishes, and holds his tongue when it suits him. Buthe's no fool, and is wise enough to know when not talking, or saying the right thing would be best. Prone to wax on about tales from his past,he's somewhat of a geezer at times, but not entirely for the sake of boasting, usually theres a moral to the story at hand that is insightful in some way.

He isnt the sort to do something you could do yourself, and values the merits of learning from your own mistakes.

He is a man of modest tolerance. He doesnt have a terrible temper like some minotaurs, but he is still an ox man. Best to not push his buttons too, too much.

He's the sort to settle his score, not liking to leave anything unfinished.

He'll do whatever it takes to get the job done, but in a controlled manner. It may seem reckless at times but he honestly weighs the risks of his actions before doing.

He isn't one to put up with anyone's shit obviously, and tends to handle delicate situations with a healthy dose of violence.

Traits:
Trait #1
Bruiser

Trait #2
Large Frame

Virtue : Loyalty

Karma: 15

TBC

Name: Runs-Like-Hell
Sex: Doesn't have much of it. In the other sense, he's a guy.
Race: Minotaur
Age: Somewhere between 18 and 25
Mane: Black
Coat: Brown
C.M.: N/A
Distinguishing Features: Very long legs for a minotaur and a perpetual smile.

S(trength): 6
P(erception): 4
E(ndurence): 6
C(harisma): 4
I(ntelligence): 7
A(gility): 10
L(uck): 3

Trained Skills: Unarmed, Melee, Sneak
Specialty: Running really fast and punching things really hard
Gear: Leather vest, red fingerless gloves, brass knuckles, and a really long chain
History: Exiled from his clan for pissing off the Elders, Runs-Like-Hell adopted the name after outrunning the fastest runners in his clan. He's been running around the wasteland ever since, slaughtering raiders and causing (not permanently damaging) mischief along the way.
Personality: Mischievous and kind of a dick, but genuinely goodhearted.
Perks:
-Pugilist (Rank 1): You've learned to fight with your fists. +5 Unarmed Damage; enables grappling and combos
-Pugilist (Rank 2): Spice up your moveset with some fancy new tricks. +2 Unarmed Damage; enables special moves
-Pugilist (Rank 3): String up those hits and keep 'em coming! +2 Unarmed Damage; incorporates special moves into combos
-Pugilist (Rank 4): FINISH HIM! +5 Unarmed Damage; enables devestating finishing moves at the end of combos.
Traits:
Trait #1
Kamikaze: You gain +10 action points but suffer -2 to your Damage Threshold
Trait #2
Heavy Handed: Your melee and unarmed do +1d10 damage, but deal -3d10 critical hit damage.
Virtue : Yet to discover it
Karma: 50 (Good)

Miscellaneous Info: His catchphrase is "NOT AS PLANNED!"