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"This job will go much faster if you don't call me 'it'. I'm a colt, even if I am a robot." He let out an electronic huff before turning around and heading for the barn. Honestly, it's like people don't even don't even listen to his voice or even look at him. Then again, he is kinda featureless. But it made him mad whenever people called him 'it' just because he isn't made of those disgusting meat bags called organs, or flesh, or keratin. He has feelings too.

Malik enjoyed the little bit of praise he received. But he figured it was a about time the group got down to some good 'ole fashion adventuring. "We'll be back soon, little one. Keep my hat safe until then, okay?" The robot spoke to the filly, then looked to her friend. "From where we're standing, which direction should we keep walking to get to Shantytown?"

A possible tsun-filly, and the quest name is Technophile. Oh boy. I have a feeling this is going to get really weird and awkward in a way Malik cannot possibly handle or process. XP Dear god, I have no idea what happened to my posty or edity button, but they're both broken and I'm tired of my posts coming out as walls of text. It's painful to look at. T^T

Malik nodded to Dawn, standing back up. "I'm ready, willing, and fully capable!" The bot stamped the ground. Whoever did this was going to pay. Although Malik has never really been one for revenge, the senseless murder of the filly's only parent made his circuits spark. Figure of speech, of course. However, he did show a bit of concern towards Guardian's remark. He didn't have anything against him or the Rangers, per se...although he was a tiny bit upset that he wasn't mentioned for his kindness despite giving up his one of his most prized possessions. Seriously, that was the only party hat he's seen out in the Wastes, and he only came upon it by chance. But now it belongs to the filly, and while he certainly didn't like to hear her swearing at him, he wouldn't have it any other way. Alas...poor party hat. He knew it well...and-...er, something about ratios. What was that book called again? Ham Outlet? Well no wonder the quote hardly stuck in his hard drive, he probably couldn't even take the book seriously for a single line. Where was he again...? Oh right. He didn't hate the Rangers in any form or fashion, but he has seen enough of the Rangers to know that underneath all of that armor, training, and discipline, they are just as pony as anyone else in the Wastes. The only thing keeping them from turning around on their heels and engulfing a town they sought to protect in flames was their morals and willpower against the vices of the Wasteland. That, and each other. A strict, militaristic system is a good way to keep the mind from being lured by the vices...but that's not to say it always works. Most of the time, someone gets drunk and decides its a good idea to toss a tin can in the air and shoot it when it nears the ground. But a trained soldier at his or her worst is a nightmare...but he's seen them before, but in a group. He shakes his head of the thought. He'd rather not begin recalling that particular memory.

Malik flinches a little. Is heart sank as he managed to pass on his favorite hat, but none of his wisdom at all. Perhaps he had forgotten that the Wastes has no pity for children or the weak, and will change and corrupt anypony at its will. Even children could turn bitter to dull out the pain... Maybe because he was a robot with ugly, charred, scarred armor. He never went for looks and, well, maybe that's why people found him so displeasing when trying to reach out for people. But he believed this was a case of a broken heart and a pony who's starting to cast aside her kindness to stifle the heartbreak of losing her father. And we she did hurt his feelings...he didn't blame her. She didn't have much of anyone to trust anymore, save her friend. And the Wastes...the Wastes is no place to not have a friend.

(Whoopsie. My post didn't make through this morning. Odd. Also I apologize if this turns into a wall of text, the posty thingy is being really weird today.) As Silver Heart conversed with the colt, Malik trotted over to the filly and knelt down to her, gently wiping a tear from her eye with his hoof. "Hey, don't cry, little miss...we'll find the people who killed your father, okay?" He spoke softly, doing his best to comfort the filly. "Hey, you like hats, right? Here..." The robot takes off his party hat and gives it to the filly. "It's a very silly hat, and it's bound to make you laugh even when you want to cry. You see, ponies used to celebrate very special days called 'birthdays'. They give gifts to the person who has turned a year older and they all celebrate with cake and party blowers and these funny little hats. But it's only for one day..." He stoops a little lower, and seems almost like he's smiling for a moment, despite not having a face. "But...you wanna know a secret? When you put this hat on, -every day- is a very special day. If you can laugh, giggle, or even smile a little when you're down in the dumps, it makes everything just a little better. But it's more fun when you're laughing with friends," He held a hoof out to her. "Whaddya say, pal? Wanna be my friend?"

Hello there fellow atheist bronies. I'm an atheist, and my girlfriend happens to be Catholic (if I recall. Let's just say she's Christian), and we both believe in the virtue of not forcing your own belief on others, especially when they believe in a different religion. I once theorized that the bible was written solely as a tool for governing people and bending them to your will. And, when you think about it, it kinda has been. Templars were rallied to kill innocent people simply because they happened to be in the Templars's path and they also happened to believe in a slightly different form of Christianity (if I recall, my mind's a bit fuzzy on the specifics), or they just didn't believe in Christianity at all. People in England were getting robbed of their money buying slips of paper that would ensure their sins would be cleansed or that they could go to heaven long ago. Now you got people blowing themselves up for 72 virgins that may or may not exist, or be comprised of the last 72 dudes that blew themselves up. Instead of loving and attending to their *real* wives (makes becoming obsessed with video game characters pale in comparison). Even if they do exist, you'd probably end up as a pile of human meat pudding. You also have people who have their own...really odd forms of christianity that view women as filth, has a specific amount of days you can't touch things because of filth, and has an atomic baby that will be released upon this world. That's right. An atomic baby. The sad part is, no matter how ludicrous the religion is, the people who worship it view it as the norm mostly because they were *born* into it. They've been surrounded by it for so long, what else are they to believe? That frying pans aren't symbols of sexuality and that cows aren't secretly out to get your soul?

Malik made no hesitation to make chase after the foals. He had to know what was going on. "Wait up!" the robot galloped after them, following them into the alleyway. He didn't care to stick around long enough to hear Guardian Angel's answer. If the foals have no parents and no weapon, the chances of there survival are incredibly low should a band of raiders drop by or anything else. Even if protecting these foals meant taking them under his wing for the moment, he would do it. It's better than not doing anything at all for them.

"Silver Heart? That's a very pretty name!" He almost said 'for a pretty pony', but he realized that he might seem like he's hitting on her rather than complementing her. Boy, that would've been awkward, and just thinking about is giving him the vapors. ...wait. Robots don't sweat. Phew. For a second, he thought he was going to light up in a dazzling display of sparks and fireworks, or at the very least smell funny. Then again, he can't smell, but he doubted that everyone here smelled like roses. Not a lot of showers out here in the Wastes. "Well, Silver, I lived in a library a while before I came here to this bar. I spent a good portion of my time reading and recording data from the books I found. I managed to learn a great deal, and I was hoping to go through the whole library of books...unfortunately, some raider thought it would be funny if they threw an incendiary apple while I was still inside. So while I might be well-learned in a variety of topics, skill and knowledge are two very different things. I don't have any experience in actually patching up a pony, but I could possibly give it a decent shot if I tried. Hopefully..." Malik chuckled sheepishly, not wanting to think about touching anything remotely liquid. Like blood. Dear god, the blood. "Point is, I'm pretty sure you're the only here with any real medical experience. Aside from that, I hope your time out here in the Wastes hasn't been to harsh on you. It must be a lot to take in after living in the Stable for so long."

Malik would have frowned at Raptor's comment if he had any lips to manipulate. Nevertheless, he had a feeling that he wasn't going to like this merc' fellow. He already didn't like him simply for being a merc, due to the fact that most of the time Talon mercs showed up it was to collect your corpse and the bounty on your head. At least, this was Malik's experience. From what he's heard, they mainly go after do-gooders, which the robot himself would fall under, and perhaps the others as well, especially Silver from what she said about her background. He'd have to keep a close eye on this one. Not sure what he's doing in this group or why, but mercs don't tend to be very nice. For all he knows, the griffin could be planning to lure the group out to his buddies, if he has any. But there's no use in throwing wild accusations with no base or evidence to support it. Conjecture would get him no where in a group full of strangers. For now, the best thing to do is to watch...and wait. Malik turned to Silver and spoke to her, just so she wouldn't have to respond to the rather shady griffon. No need for arguments this early on, much less loss of life or limb as a result. "So you're our medic, then? Good to have you aboard Miss...actually, I don't think you told us your name yet. Nicknames and aliases are fine if you'd rather keep your name to yourself, I just think it'd be more polite to use your name rather than call you 'medic' all the time." The bot chuckled a little. "Well, that and we wouldn't want to draw fire to you in case anyone facing off against us decides to get smart after hearing 'medic!' and scopes out anyone running to our aid with medical supplies."

The robot cut the music for a moment to introduce himself. "I'm Pegatron Model-M4L1K, but you may refer to me as 'Malik'. I've fought a fair share of my own battles out here in the Wastes trying to protect the innocent ponies who live out here. If any of you need mobile cover, I'll be glad to assist. That's not to say I don't have my own weaponry, though." Malik states in a rather cheery tone. He looked to the map and studied it carefully. "As for this thing...I'm not sure if I ever charted my travels in the Wasteland. Regrettably, I won't be able to help very much with the map...oh, hold on! If anyone here has one of those doo-dads that the Vault Dwellers wear on their hoof, we could probably cross-reference the map the device has with this map here...if the stallion wasn't horribly drunk when he drew up the map. We might end up having to explore the highlighted landmarks anyway to find out what's actually there, because I can barely read this offensively terrible handwriting." The robot gave out a electronic huff, shaking his head at the god awful writing for each landmark. "Honestly, he could've at least stayed sober for the time he was making this map."

Pegatron Model-M4L1K, also known as Malik, put on his thinking cap (a party hat), but rather than spend a few moments in thoughtful contemplation towards their first move towards Haven, he just did what he's always done: he flicked on his radio and started getting down to the upbeat tune of the music. He wasn't one for leading, so he stayed silent, and kept his music to a low and tolerable level of volume, all the while strutting his metal hooves to and fro. He remains silent for the most part. He doesn't have a plan and quite frankly couldn't care less. As long as a journey was involved, there were people to save, and he had his radio with him, nothing else really mattered. He'll let someone else do the thinking until needed.

Oh well...back to stalking this thread. >u> <u< But yeah, take your time, brosky. I'll find something to distract my easily entertained brain with in the meet time. Happy writing!

You know...maybe we could event some crazy addictive drug that boosts the power output and mana regen of unicorns. Just a thought, not sure what would we even call it, but in be kinda cool as an underlying subplot of some kind.

...I'm not really sure either. We're not really using any sorta system that's close to Ponyfinder, and Fallout Equestria is pretty much the only Fallout with magic and it isn't even a game like Fallout 3 or NV. The mechanic would be...I wouldn't say difficult to fit in, but I haven't been in a lot of FO:E's with the use of magic as the main component of one's combat. I suppose it could be a skill driven by the Intelligence stat, Science if you want to be specific (since magic is kind of a science of its own). I'd probably limit the uses of magic to simple physical manipulation via telekinesis and have the abilities flay out slowly at the GM's discretion with each level, if you plan on being magic-heavy with your character.

Well I wasn't planning on actually using him with his current perks or skills either since I assumed we were all starting at level one, and I did see the rules about weaponry (though it took me a couple of rereading to realize that you meant the amount of weapons on hand rather than dual-wielding heavy weapons). I was in a hurry last night to try and not slow the process down so I just copy-pasted Malik from the other site to here. I'll make sure to edit him today and bump him back down to level one and read the rules again to make sure I have everything down. So sorry for the inconvenience! Edit: Okay, I reset his skills and perks and left him with only his minigun and party hat. Also, what was that thing I was missing? I went back through OP and read it a few times- ohhhhhhh, the favorite color! Completely forgot to throw that in last night! >~< Edit No.2: Okay, favorite colored added to the profile!

Heyo guys! Sorry about the wait, I've had a lot of work to do but it's all outa the way now so I can start posting again. On a side note, I could definitely see Guardian Angel and M4L1K being the best of protecting-buddies. Edit: Here, got my character transferred to this site. http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/m4l1k-r3033

You have my pegatron. Uploading data now (mainly so I can get it approved)! Roleplay Type: Crossover RP (The World of Fallout Equestria) Name: M4L1K (Malik) Sex: Male Age: ??? Species: Pega-tron Eye Color: Yellow, flicking, cathode ray tube eyes with no pupils. Coat Color: Black armor plating Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Also black, with a few scars in the armor here and there from grazing bullets and lasers. Physique: Large and bulky from the plating that he wears. Cutie Mark: A yellow shield with two lasers crossing behind it in an X. Origin/Residence: None, a mere wanderer of the Wastes. Occupation: ??? Motivation: Performing at his maximum output, protecting the innocent, and making others happy. Likes: Listening to classic music, sassy jazz, and dancing, oil in his joints, staring off into space, protecting people. Dislikes: Enemies, being shot at, corruption of innocence, being unable to operate his radio, boredem, sand in his joints, getting water in his circuits, harming innocent people, people who simply don't have the ear for refined music. S.P.E.C.I.A.L: Strength - 5 Perception - 10 Endurance - 10 Charisma - 2 Intelligence - 9 Agility - 2 Luck - 2 Skills: Big Guns - 100% Energy Weapons - 100% Stealth - 7% Explosives - 23% Lockpicking - 23% Repair - 21% Speech - 7% Barter - 7% Science - 100% Medicine - 100% Unarmed - 23% Melee - 13% Perks (Individual): Toughness - With the Toughness perk, you gain +10% to overall Damage Resistance, up to the maximum of 85%. Size Matters (Rank 2) - You're obsessed with really big weapons. With each rank of this perk, you gain an additional 15 points to the Big Guns Skill. Robotics Expert - With the Robotics Expert perk, you do an additional 25% damage to any robot. But, even better, sneaking up on a hostile robot undetected and activating it will put that robot into a permanent shutdown state. Adamantium Skeleton - With the Adamantium Skeleton perk, your limbs only receive 50% of the damage they normally would. Computer Whiz - Fail a hack attempt and get locked out of a computer? Not if you're a Computer Whiz! With this perk, you can attempt to re-hack any computer you were previously locked out of. Strong Back - With the Strong Back perk, you can carry 50 more pounds of equipment Perks (Party): Protective Directive: Your main objective as a Pega-tron is to protect those in your party. Any time a party member is near you in combat, they gain a +5 DR from your selfless urge to keep them out of harm's way. Inventory: Built in gatling-laser, built in mini-gun, two built in laser pistols (Head), party hat, collapsible sniper rifle and missile launcher Character Summary: History - After years of deactivation, our quirky has risen again to frolic and dance as he please. He is a prototype of the Pega-tron series, oddly programmed to dance and enjoy music, even built with it's own radio. Wandering the wastes alone with no recollection of the past, he shakes his mechanical hooves freely now, that is to say when he's not protecting his precious furry/feathery friends who he holds near and dear, or being shot at himself. The oldest memory he holds now is that of when he woke up in a one-man fallout shelter... Flaws - He comes off as...odd. He appears at the strangest of times, particularly when a group is getting ready to go on a journey and or mission, though it's debatable whether that's actually a flaw or not. He doesn't talk often except to those he deems as a friend (generally the first person he meets), and when he does socialize, he's pretty awkward about it. He can be a bit annoying with how much he dances and listens to music, someponies just wonder why couldn't he be programmed like regular Pega-trons. To which he says to himself: "It's because I'm special." Personality - Quirky, but fun-loving. He cares dearly for those in his group, as a proper gentlebot should. Sometimes though, he feels its not enough, that his 100% isn't all that it could be. As a result, he tends to exert himself for the sake of others and faces the consequences for his actions on his own, not wanting anything to befall his comrades. If there is anything he loves, it's a good dance and a nice tune that truly makes the world alright with him, no matter the situation. As such, you will often see him strutting his stuff to the beat of the radio.

Yeah, the other Ponyfinder I was doing on the Canterlot forums featured a mecha pony, course it wouldn't be anything like a gundam. As for what type, ehhhh, I'd say probably a mixture of steampunk and soul in the box, if by that you mean a soul being linked to a mechanical body. From there I could (almost) literally turn him into an actual tank: heavy armor plating, tower shield, and a buckler and musket. I got an almost complete character list-...wait that was going by their house rules. Which means I would have to completely reconstruct him minus the rolls (unless you would rather me reroll again, but given the nature of the Gun Tank, it would need focus on at least 4 stats, and I'd prefer to just import the rolls and redistribute them as needed), based on whatever racial bonus you decide to give Mecha ponies, what level we're starting at, and how many bits. Truly, there is no rest for the wicked.

Hey, if there is room for one more stallion, I'd like to bring in my OC, Silent Hoof. I'm still working the kinks out in his backstory, but I should have him ready by tomorrow.

Honestly, for something like fallout, I think it'd be much simpler to ditch the dice system and go with whatever the GM says happens based on the skills check. Also, I'd be thrilled to bring in my Pegatron, he hasn't had a lot of action at all, I'd be very happy to have him up and about, killing stuff and dancing away.

Throw in a race of Mecha ponies and you've got yourself a deal (it's okay if you don't but I already have character who is a mecha/automaton pony, semi-generated from another forum)! I may need lotsa help with my character sheet though, my PDF was being a butt and kinda forgot everything I typed down on it. Which made me cranky and give up trying ponyfinder for a good few weeks. I'm hoping to go for a Gun Tank based mainly on long range attacks with a musket and the use of a tower shield to minimize/nullify damage and protect other when needed.