Title:           Onyx Matrix
Author:          Anonymous
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/4USP7YH4
First Edit:      Monday 5th of August 2013 10:43:26 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 5th of August 2013 10:43:26 PM CDT

Name: Onyx Matrix
 
Race: Crystal Pony
 
Gender: Male
 
Age: 22
 
Class: Soothsayer
 
Cutiemark: Bracketed X (+2 Spell Analyzer and Replicator a.k.a. spellcatcher)
 
Alignment: Neutral Good
 
Skills:
Crystal Emotions
Crystal Absorbtion
Spellcatcher
Trick Shot: Null
Marksman Shot
 
Armor: Virtual L.A.T.T.I.C.E. goggles, White Medium Snow Coat, White Undershirt, White Wool Cap, White Snow Boots, Spell Analyzer and Replicatior (S.A.R.) Bracelet, Dogtags
 
Weapons: S.I. Multi-Beam Rifle mk. 1 (Ranged, Energy), Carbon Steel Knife
 
Catalyst: S.A.R. Bracelet
 
Inventory: Military Rations (1 Week), Fuel Lighter, Shake-Charge Flashlight, Emergency Flares (x3), Broken Radio, Canteen
 
Traits: Onyx sports a translucent dark gray crystal coat with a thick mess of light blue mane under a white beenie cap and a tail the same color as his mane. He wears a white snow coat that covers most of his body except for his tail, a bit of his back legs, the odd green glowing bracelet he uses and head. He has bright yellow eyes masked behind the green glow of the goggle like device on his face. His rear hooves are protected from the winter chill by white snow boots that surve a dual purpose of providing extra traction when firing bipedally.
 
Backstory: Cpl. Matrix S.N. 855061... at least 2 years ago. Having been discharged from the service he wandered his home for all his life never looking at it the same way. The begs and pleads for sanctuary within the bubbled country haunting him, as the hopeful refuges met their untimely demise at the hands of the vicious hungry dragons circling the area... or in some cases even by the hooves of his fellow soldiers 'following orders'. Figured nows a good of a time as any to do his part in the world, cant sit around any longer like these old shiny xenophobes. Knowing the risk, knowing he can never come back, never see his friends or family ever again he paid one last trip to the armory. They never changed the code, thats their problem now. He stocked up on as much as he could carry and set into the harsh winter world, no longer the proud crystal pony jarhead, now a nobody... nothing but a rock. Maybe a rock can make a difference though.
 
Its been a harsh 2 weeks of wandering. Ammo stolen, supplies low, crystals taken to the last carret but finally, some sign of civilization...