((First of three))
Mane:Short in the back, his bangs naturally sort of stick forward. Grey with white highlights
Tail: Short, same as mane
Eyes: a deep, sea blue green. Narrow.
Body:Young and strong, Fonzemi is the thinnest of the crew and most in shape. Like most Zebra he has the usual stripes and grey fur. His is front hooves are permanently stained with oil. He always wears a green bracelet for one reason or another.
Cutie Mark: A abstract series of lines and curves that looks like a wagon wheel on fire (Think the Hot Wheels logo)
Age (Baby,adult): young adult, 24 years.
Personality: A firm stoic, skeptic, cynic, apathetic young zebra (who doesn't know what any of those words mean) Is a firm believer in Social Darwinism. He believes everyone around him is a total idiot. Very ambitious, Fonzemi looks for any opportunity to get ahead, and looks up to Money. When all is said and done, he trusts his judgement. Nutcase is a total enigma to Fonzemi, On one hand, he respects him for his abilities and drive , but he also is a little too crazy for him. Fonz will follow orders, but not without a raised brow and a sarcastic comment.
Likes:Very little. whenever he is behind the reigns of a vehicle or fixing one. Hanging around with his dog Beef, Money, Total, on or off the job. He particularly enjoys the satisfaction a job well done.
Dislikes:A whole lot. Domane, his childhood friend (and self proclaimed "Gang-banger and Real Deal"). Inactive ponies, "Th' Masses" a word Fonzemi uses to reference to the general populace of happy-go-lucky, constantly smiling ponies who constantly break into a song and dance.
History: Born and raised In Manehattan, Fonzemi grew up in a small Zebrican community in the slums. As his family was one of the oldest and largest (despite its size) zebra communities in Equestria, it was very tight nit something that Fonzemi greatly resented.
Always a quiet child, a lot of the ponies picked on him. That changed after "Th' poe foo's done fell down the stairs won too many tahmes."
One day, while he was wandering around one of the slightly less slummy parts of town, a harried coach driver was attempting to deal with a broken tire. Seeing a quick paycheck, Fonzemi offered his help and fixed it in record time. The stallion was so pleased he gave him a job at his taxi company. After the exchange, Fonzemi got his cutie mark. For exactly one minute, Fonzemi smiled for the first time.
Jump a decade into the future, and Fonzemi is taking any job he can get, legal or no, to move out of his family's house. at a single time, he is a cab driver, a private courier, a repo pony, a valet, and a mechanic. Although he enjoys working with vehicles at any time, he started looking to his childhood friend, Domane, a budding gang member and amateur dealer in anything and everything he could get his hooves on. Despite the decent increase in Income, Fonz couldn't help but yearn for bigger stakes and better takes for the dangerous jobs he was doing.
Everything changed when a shady deal came his way. A client wanted Fonzemi to steal a expensive carriage from one of the hoighty toighty muckety mucks of Canterlot. Unlucky for Fonz, he stole the carriage of Money Maker, who responded by holding Fonzemi at gunpoint.
After a tense moment, a bottle of hard liquor and a returned carriage later, Fonzemi was inspired by Money's stories and tales of his lucrative life as a robber and a thief. Before long, the two developed a mutually beneficial relationship, which eventually developed into genuine friendship. When Total Nutcase and Money Maker got back in "the game," They hired Fonzemi as their getaway driver.
As of today, Fonzemi still lives in Manehattan with his aunt in the family neighborhood, but regularly takes train trips to Canterlot or Appleoosa to visit Money and Total (respectively). Sometimes, The three meet up in PonyVille, as its halfway between all three
Example RP segment: ( the one with the lover.)
Fonzemi slammed the door to the house behind him and slunk to the floor. Guards were all over the old Neighborhood looking for him after that convenience store thing got a little out of hand.
"Dayum..." He snorted as he glanced through a crack in the door.
"Oh hey Fonz..." He turned around to find Shyu, a old highschool classmate from the neighborhood.
"Hey." The Zebra said as he walked cautiously back into the shared apartment. "My aunt here?"
"No..." Shyu sounded nervous.
"Then why you here?" Fonzemi glanced through the cheap Venetian blinds and closed them. It appeared the guards started to move on, combing the Slums for the lowlife.
"Uh... well... We known each other since we was kids, yea?"
"Well... You wanna... well... Y'see theres thees party Domane's throwin..."
Fonz winced at the mention of his 'best friend's' name. "Yea?"
"An I was wonderin if you wan ed to come with me?"
Fonzemi stared at the mare for a second. She was pretty attractive, probably the most attractive of all the mares in the little Zebrican Communtiy in Manehattan. You could do alot worse than Shyu "Yea, sure, whatever."
Shyu brightened up considerably. "Really? Oh Fonz!" She wrapped Fonzemi in a tight hug, Fonz recoiled for a moment, still pretty high strung. "Uh..." He said. "Okay... uh... see you there, a'ight?" he started to slowly push her out the door.
"Yea! Yes! See ya there!" Shyu laughed with relief and started to skip away happily.
Fonzemi slammed the door shut and stared at the wall with confusion. "Man... What the buck..." He sat on his coach and opened a bottle of beer, and turned on the radio. "Thas one cheery foal..."