Name: Peggy
Gender: Why do you need to know this, CIS scum? (Female)
Race: Earth Pone
Class: Monk (Monk/Monk)
Skills: Stances, Tumble, Tackle, Dynamic Duo
Special Talent: +1 to Unarmed
Hits/Wounds:  6/6 I think
Weapon: 4 peg legs, pls don’t take ;_;
 
        Peggy is an average sized earth pony mare with a pale, off-white coat, freckles, and a flowing ginger mane. She stands atop four peg-legs, held to the nubs of her former legs with various tight leather straps. Her cutie mark looks kind of like a swishing lines.
Peggy was born to a brothel worker. Her mother was a kind, gentle mare. She was also a massive whore, but hell, that comes with the territory now doesn’t it. Peggy’s father could have been one of hundreds of stallions in the port city of Watershed; her mother had more traffic than Mane Street.
        From a young age Peggy was a spunky, tireless individual. She stole what few possessions she had, and fed herself directly from market stalls. She was never forced to raise herself, mind you, but her mother was always somewhat ‘preoccupied’.  She learned to rustle and tussle with her hooves, to talk herself out of trouble, to talk herself /into/ trouble, to speak so vulgarly that even a seasoned wench like her mother would blush at the words.
        At a young age, when she was no longer a filly yet not quite a mare, Peggy set off to see the world. She visited her mother at work, asking through a closed door if she could leave home and see the sights. The ecstatic, screaming peals of the word “YES,” /may/ have been in response to something else, but Peggy left all the same, with a grin on her face and a spring in her step.
        The young mare’s adventure brought her about as far as the Watershed City Docks before she hit a snag. With no money she could never pay fare on a ship out of town. So she did the next best thing; picked the emptiest looking ship in the port, snuck aboard, and hid among the crates in the hold. She’d have gotten away with it, too, had she not picked the only pirate ship moored there.
        Needless to say, the stowaway was found not but 3 days into their voyage while trying to get her hooves on some food. The growing mare was drug to the captain, a tall unicorn mare with a flowing black beard, who elected to offer Peggy a position in the crew instead of tossing her into the drink, citing that ‘with all her vulgarities she already speaks like a pirate,’ and the fact that she managed to give three crewmembers black eyes on the way there despite her size. Thus began Peggy’s long a fruitful career in piracy.
        Peggy grew stronger over the next few years, bigger and more vulgar too! She learned the ropes in the most literal sense, quickly growing proud of the position life had landed her in. Piracy may not have been how she envisioned ‘seeing the world’ but it wasn’t much different from her younger life. Where she used to steal whatever she needed in life, now she works along a whole crew of ponies who are of the same prerogative! It’s the life she’s always wanted.
        Now, Peggy wasn’t born with the name Peggy, but rather her birth certificate says ‘Pegonia,’ an unfortunate misspelling of the flower Begonia. What can you expect from a mare who spent most of her schooling making sure she passed classes by ‘sucking up’ to the teachers rather than studying? Regardless, the universe has a weird way of making sure names always seem to fit…
        Peggy lost her first leg, and earned the name Peggy, in a blast when one of the ship’s cannons exploded from an improper load (Something her mother knows all about). The resulting shrapnel blew her front left leg to pieces, everything below the knee requiring amputation. It was replaced with a wooden stand-in in due time, held tight to the nub with leather straps; all the rage in pirate fashion.  Her life working the rigging of the ship was well and done with, but there is far more to do on a ship than just climbing.
        Both of her back legs were lost in a tragic event when the crew of The Bearded Mare found themselves trapped in the doldrums, losing their minds due to their rum being spiked with something when they bought it in the last port. She doesn’t like to talk about it, no one does, so the only information anyone has on the subject is that it involved an enchanted dagger, 14 pounds of pineapple slices, an attempt to hold down the captain and shave her brilliant flowing beard, and at least six casualties.
        Peggy’s position under The Bearded Mare (which was both the self-proclaimed title of the captain /and/ the name given to the ship) continued to rise over time until she found herself to be one of The Mare’s most trusted officers. Which is wonderful, because while she could still kick ass with a grand total of three peg legs, there wasn’t much else she was good for. As so, the greatest length of Peggy’s piracy career was defined by her ability to repel boarders from the ship, her double-peg buck knocking mare and stallion alike into the brine below.
        She /may/ have taken a few too many liberties with her position as an officer. Maybe, who knows? Point is, she fooled around with The Bearded Mare’s chamber maid and personal fucktoy, afterwards Peggy found herself short her final leg and marooned on a tiny island with the shy crystal pony the captain loved so much. They spent the next three days positioning and repositioning the transparent mare until the light refracted through her in just the right way to start their signal fire.
        Her more recent days have been far more mundane. She finds herself, moving from town to town, sleeping in Inns and drinking away her boredom, beating the shit out of anyone who crosses her the wrong way, all while waiting for the next big adventure to fall into her lap. Of course, that’s all on tabs that she skips town before paying, but who cares about the details, right? Most importantly of all, she dreams of finding The Bearded Mare one day, she dreams of cutting off that beard, she dreams of wearing it and taking its power…