Name: Stone Sentinel
Race: Earth Pony
Gender: Appears and sounds Male
Class: Knight
Special Talent: Stone Golem: +1 Hit, +1 Slam
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Age: Unknown
Hits/Wounds: 11/6
 
Racials:
        Tough: +1 hit, +1 wound
       
Skills:
        Martial Defender(1): passive; you take +2 hits before going helpless (if you had 5, you now have 7, etc), and Slam crits on 8+
        Defense Mastery(1): passive; you gain +1 hit of damage to become helpless (if you had 5 hits, you now take 6 hits, etc). Can only be taken once.
        Slam: recharge 1; damages the enemy via a crushing body slam. Crits on 9+
        Protect(2): automatic instant, recharge 3 after effect ends; Takes all damage for a target until the end of next turn (2 turns total). Neither can be rendered helpless in that time, but the knight becomes helpless afterwards if the target would have become helpless during Protect’s duration.
 
Equipped:
        Ancient Stone full body armor
        Ancient Stone Shield: +1 hit
                All of the “Ancient Stone” items were forged using ancient forgotten methods, combining stone, iron, and obsidian, creating a material with true no modern equivalences or comparisons. (If DM allows, they are considered virtually unbreakable)
       
Inventory:
        An enchanted emerald imbedded into his chest. This is what gives him life. A direct hit to this WILL take him down a wound, not like you’d be able to get to it through his armor.
       
Traits:
        When he’s not moving, at first glance most mistake him for an old statue. When he is moving most do a double take, realizing that he’s not even remotely normal. He is about the same size as Big Mac and has neither mane nor tail. His form is more crude than a normal pony, as he never was truly a pony, but was instead born through more... arcane methods. Originally created as a form of security to protect his masters’ estate from any and all thieves and the like, he is immensely dutiful. They remained there for centuries after his masters’ bloodline ran dry, watching in sorrow as everything slowly crumbled around him. It was only after the estate was but crumbled stone about the ground did he finally leave, looking for something of purpose to do.