Gizmotechnic

Gizmotechnic

Gender: Male
Species: Unicorn
Mane: Unkept, brown
Tail: Again, unkept and brown
Eyes: green
Body: Well exercised
Cutie Mark: Three gears fitting perfectly
Age: 16

Personality: Loyal to the friends he makes, yet still respectful to strangers. Usually in a good mood. Tolerant and patient. Even if things are dark, or he should be down, he tries to keep a smile on his face. Caring to those in need, and always helping if he can. And he is also very, very, lucky.

Likes: Music, messing with his creations, walking in the moonlight
Dislikes: Falling, jerks, people who abuse his work, and ponies messing with either of his ears

History: Gizmotechnic isn't really a high-standard pony. He got this way from hard work, or at least what he could find. He lived in Manehatten, both his parents were shot right in front of him. One night, while working on a new "toy", the exact same gang was asking him to pay his "dues". He denied, and they busted in. This one outburst made him mess up, and caused an explosion, and a fire. His luck pulled him through without many injuries, and a few weeks amount of food with most of his tools.He knew he couldn't stay here, so he decides to make it out for Ponyville, where he has a better chance than where he's at now. Leaving absolutely nothing behind besides his past, he takes his sights to the road ahead, and his future. While he is of Manhatten origin, he discarded his speech in order to cause less confusion to the odd traveller, and others, although he does retain the heavy accent that blurts out from time to time.

Example RP segment: It's been about a week. My food is almost gone, and I'm getting very tired. I have no idea where I'm going, or if I'm going to reach a town at all. Can't give up now, made it so far. "Hm?" I hear...crying. Like a child. I head towards the source of the noise to my surprise, a young foal, here of all places. "Are you all right?" I ask. The foal simply nods. "I lost my momy, and I can't remember where my home is." is the answer I get, with the foal's pitiful tone of voice. "Don't worry," I say, with a grin on my face, and taking out some food, "I'm sure we'll find your mom somewhere around here. Are you hungry?" The foal nods again, and takes the food from my hoof. "Can you tell me where you ran came in from?" The foal points to what I think is East, and I start heading that way. "You coming? Might as well go this way." The foal runs up to me and we head Eastward. To town, or bust! I thought.

Welcome to the forum, Gizmotechnic!

Approved. For your own convenience, though, you may want to consider proofreading for some of those minor grammatical issues. It would help to make Gizmotechnic's history a little more clear.

Thank you. (:

Thank you for that heads up, and not being a jerk about, you wouldn't believe the people I've met that freak out on the smallest mistake.