Post by Mathew Clayton (Max) on Jan 10, 2016 17:41:06 GMT
Name: Mathew Clayton
Nickname: Max
Age: 22 in human years
Gender: Male
Species: Earth Pony
Place of Birth: Van Hoover
Occupation: Ex Canterlot Guard
Allegiance: Neutral, but is willing to help as long as it doesn't completely stop his goal for heading north.
Relationship Status: unknown
Mane: Messy Brown
Eyes: Grey (Not Blind)
Living Relatives: Unknown
General Description: Dust has now become his fur color. His hair became dyed from all the dirt blown into it. He is moderately thin from the lack of food in the desert. His eyes have since turned grey from the never-ending sunlight in the day. His mildly ragged clothes manage to keep him just warm enough to survive the coldest of nights.
Skills: Survivalist and hoof to hoof combat.
Faults: Memories of the war haunt his dreams and if the war reached Van Hoover, doesn't trust many ponies, mostly tries to keep to himself, not so talkative.
Equipment: Moderately Ragged clothes worn in the desert, a half empty water canteen, a moderate sized knife, the dust that engulfs his clothes, a picture of his wife and child and a bag that carries his sleeping tent.
History: Mathew Clayton was once a guard trained in Canterlot; he wasn't most elite of the guard, but he knew how to survive. Max was transferred to an outpost
near the middle of the San Palomino Desert. He has/had a wife and a child that he had to leave behind in Van Hoover to pursue his military Career. Well, all that changed once the Celestia leadership fell to the overpowering hoard that now controls everything he ever knew. The war traveled far and wide and he was unsure if his family was still alive or if they moved on and forgot all about him. Now that Chrysalis rules over the land, the military base Max was transferred to now has since been abandoned except for the fact he was forgotten about; thanks to some idiot grunt who gave the "all aboard message" to the riverboat driver. Where was Max? Oh, he was packing his bags when flashes from the war kept him from reaching the boat. Max, left alone in the vast desert must now figure out how he was going to get home. As he followed the river hoping to catch a break a dust storm knocks him off his path and now he's wandering around in the desert for an unknown amount of time, meeting the same hoof prints that he made the previous day. He is low on food, low on water, and his mentality is on the brink of snapping. Max has to adapt to survive and if that means eating lizards, drinking his own urine, or eating a chunk of his own ear; he was going to make sure he made it home.
Additional info: Once the war was over he had a choice hate everything new or accept it, he decided on both. Max keeps to himself, He doesn't like too many questions, He has seen plenty of bloodshed between the hordes and even ponies attacking other ponies. Since Max is abandoned his rank is meaningless now; his files read missing and the details in said files are off, he no longer looks like the Mathew Clayton when he enlisted. He once did have a cutie mark, but thanks to the sand paper like winds of the desert it was scrapped apart bit by bit and in place is left with scarred flesh and dirt. He trusts no pony or creature easily. Max has been walking the endless sea of sand for weeks, he has lost count and believes he will never find a way out of the empty sea. The constant sand storms that appear from random just make him stray from his path and make him more lost. It's as if the gods themselves never want him to return home. With much doubt, no pony ought to recognize him if he made it out of the desert. The Desert changed how he looked, how he feels and how he thinks.
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Nickname: Max
Age: 22 in human years
Gender: Male
Species: Earth Pony
Place of Birth: Van Hoover
Occupation: Ex Canterlot Guard
Allegiance: Neutral, but is willing to help as long as it doesn't completely stop his goal for heading north.
Relationship Status: unknown
Mane: Messy Brown
Eyes: Grey (Not Blind)
Living Relatives: Unknown
General Description: Dust has now become his fur color. His hair became dyed from all the dirt blown into it. He is moderately thin from the lack of food in the desert. His eyes have since turned grey from the never-ending sunlight in the day. His mildly ragged clothes manage to keep him just warm enough to survive the coldest of nights.
Skills: Survivalist and hoof to hoof combat.
Faults: Memories of the war haunt his dreams and if the war reached Van Hoover, doesn't trust many ponies, mostly tries to keep to himself, not so talkative.
Equipment: Moderately Ragged clothes worn in the desert, a half empty water canteen, a moderate sized knife, the dust that engulfs his clothes, a picture of his wife and child and a bag that carries his sleeping tent.
History: Mathew Clayton was once a guard trained in Canterlot; he wasn't most elite of the guard, but he knew how to survive. Max was transferred to an outpost
near the middle of the San Palomino Desert. He has/had a wife and a child that he had to leave behind in Van Hoover to pursue his military Career. Well, all that changed once the Celestia leadership fell to the overpowering hoard that now controls everything he ever knew. The war traveled far and wide and he was unsure if his family was still alive or if they moved on and forgot all about him. Now that Chrysalis rules over the land, the military base Max was transferred to now has since been abandoned except for the fact he was forgotten about; thanks to some idiot grunt who gave the "all aboard message" to the riverboat driver. Where was Max? Oh, he was packing his bags when flashes from the war kept him from reaching the boat. Max, left alone in the vast desert must now figure out how he was going to get home. As he followed the river hoping to catch a break a dust storm knocks him off his path and now he's wandering around in the desert for an unknown amount of time, meeting the same hoof prints that he made the previous day. He is low on food, low on water, and his mentality is on the brink of snapping. Max has to adapt to survive and if that means eating lizards, drinking his own urine, or eating a chunk of his own ear; he was going to make sure he made it home.
Additional info: Once the war was over he had a choice hate everything new or accept it, he decided on both. Max keeps to himself, He doesn't like too many questions, He has seen plenty of bloodshed between the hordes and even ponies attacking other ponies. Since Max is abandoned his rank is meaningless now; his files read missing and the details in said files are off, he no longer looks like the Mathew Clayton when he enlisted. He once did have a cutie mark, but thanks to the sand paper like winds of the desert it was scrapped apart bit by bit and in place is left with scarred flesh and dirt. He trusts no pony or creature easily. Max has been walking the endless sea of sand for weeks, he has lost count and believes he will never find a way out of the empty sea. The constant sand storms that appear from random just make him stray from his path and make him more lost. It's as if the gods themselves never want him to return home. With much doubt, no pony ought to recognize him if he made it out of the desert. The Desert changed how he looked, how he feels and how he thinks.
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