"37 Fresh Prince [M. Earth Pony Trickster] MLPFEMTORPG"
By Xenthori (https://pastebin.com/u/Xenthori)

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Created on: Thursday 24th of April 2014 05:11:01 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Thursday 5 of November 2020 08:33:23 AM UTC


Name: Fresh Prince
Gender: Male
Race: Earth Pony
Class: Trickster (Bard/Rouge)
Talent: Microphone (+2 Inspire)
Hit/Wounds: 6/6
Alignment: Chaotic Good
     
Skills:
  (Free Racial) Tough: passive; Earth ponies take 1 additional hit before becoming helpless as well as 1 extra wound once they become helpless, for a total of 6 hits and 6 wounds without other modifiers. They can also lift, carry and move heavier objects than unicorns and pegasi.
  (Racial) Earth Pony Way: Being born without a horn or wings has taught you how to spend more time and effort in the things you do. You can pick one skill and gain a +1 bonus. This does not include non-skill actions like melee attacks or recovering from helplessness.  (BONUS: Stealth)
  (Free Multiclass) Ruse: once per combat; use this skill when you roll a critical failure, on success it is instead treated as a critical success. 
  (Class) Cheap Shot: recharge 1, weapon; outside of combat, this skill is automatic and renders the target helpless. In combat, 9+ renders the target helpless
  (Class) Stealth: become hidden. Enemies cannot attack you until you reveal yourself. An attack used in stealth Autocrits. Can be used at DC8 in combat.
  (Class) Inspire: You use song and performance to enthrall a crowd or rally your allies.
Combat: the entire party gains +1 to all rolls next turn, or +2 on a critical success; this bonus does not stack with repeated use. Critical failure replaces the bonus with a -1 penalty to all rolls next turn.
Noncombat: you perform for a gathered audience, and can garner reputation, favors, and resources as the GM deems appropriate

Inventory:
Shank: Single Weapon
Hoodie
Walkpony and Headphones
Backpack: Snacks, Soda, ect.

Traits:

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the Prince of a town called Bel-Mare

In west Fillydelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of ponies who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Mare'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suit case and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my Walkpony on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking apple cider out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Mare living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the Prince of Bel-Mare

Well, the train rolled in and when I came out
There was a stallion lookin' like a guard standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

I whistled for a cart and when it came near
The license plate said "Fresh" and it had hay in the rear
If anything I could say that this cart was rare
But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, homes to Bel-Mare'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Mare!