Brawny Hoof

This is why I love the internet: In the real world, we have a policy called "Innocent until Proven Guilty." On the internet, the policy is "Guilty. Always Guilty."

Call me a sadist if you want, but unlike the majority of bronies I've talked to (from Lily Peet's side, mostly) who want Toon's head on a stake, I believe that he should be locked up in prison.

A few years ago, I started planning out an idea for an OC. I did make a picture of it, but it's beyond cringy by today's standards. I'm a lot better at crafting stories and going from there. Also, because of that, I never actually came up with a name for this OC. I hope I'm not breaking the rules here by using primarily text and no images, but bare with me... My OC is an alicorn with a severed horn. It wasn't severed through traditional methods, but rather through black market horn removal surgery as a young colt, a process which is incredibly dangerous and illegal (explained in detail below) Backstory: I was born in a village in the far west of Equestria, 3 years prior to the Equestrian Expansion. In this small village, alicorns could be birthed naturally, but it was incredibly rare. Even then, those that were born were never given any special treatments or praise, nor discriminated because of their gifts; they were treated as regular ponies. I was there the day that the first scouts arrived in our village. They were the first batch of explorers, traversing the lands to the West to expand the Equestrian Border. At first, they were surprised to see a community that didn't know about the legend of the two sisters. What was more shocking to them was the sight of a young alicorn racing with other pegasi. The scouts asked about that young Colt, saying things like "That young Colt should be treated like a king." As a kid, I never understood this. It was only later that I learned of why they were so shocked. Two months went by after the scouts departed from our village. We heard nothing from them and just went on our normal day. Then, one day, a large white alicorn came into town with an army of Royal Guards. She told us that we were now a part of the nation of Equestria. She gave a great speech about the glory of the country, the unification of the many lands that we have never even heard about. (OOC: This part is incredibly flimsy. Logic doesn't make sense here, but just go with me. Also, tyrantlestia, yes, but it's a two-faced facade.) That night, two things woke me: my father, and the smell of smoke. He told me that I needed to run to the back door of our house as two Guards started pounding on the door. I watched in horror as the two guards pounded down the door of our house and barged in. I could see other houses being set ablaze, Celestia watching over them with a concerned and tense look on her face. This wasn't the princess who came to our town, she was a monster with two faces. I tried asking my dad about what had happened, and he told me that those strangers never came peacefully. He overheard Celestia talking a couple of hours ago. She was scared of the alicorns in the village and wanted them eliminated from the village. The guards knew that this was absurd, even for her, but they let it slide for . She told them that the cover story would be "We found the village burned to the ground and the villagers slaughtered. If anyone asks about why there are no more alicorns, we just tell them that we'd have to build a castle for each and every one of them, we don't have the resources for that" The guards went door to door and rounded up the alicorns, telling the parents that they're going to be taken to Celestia's princess training academy with other alicorns. Of course, nobody agreed to this and they were killed on sight. Those who didn't have an alicorn were told that they could live if they spoke nothing about this. My dad knew that this was coming and tried to rally up a resistance, but in vain. My mother lead the charge as a diversion. She's presumed dead. My father took me into hiding for a year, helping to teach me how to do remedial tasks without the use of magic. "Normally, they tell you to be proud of your heritage. This is one of those instances where we aren't proud of it." My father got the two of us back into equestrian territory easily. Once back in, we chose to lay low in a small town called "Ponyville." My father looked into the black market business underneath Ponyville, and met Gallus Amputee, a black market surgeon who specialized in horn and wing removal. We paid Gallus everything we could (I couldn't get a job because I was still a kid, and my dad couldn't get one because he didn't want to risk things), which under normal circumstances wasn't enough. They were still willing to do it. That night, my dad told me that everything's going to be okay and left me with Gallus, presumably to get the day-old-bread from the bakery. Gallus put me under and performed the surgery. When it was done, there was a little stubble of a horn left, and Gallus cast two illegal spells: one which prevents horn growth, and another that prevents magic usage. When I came to, my dad was looking at me. I had blood pouring down from where my horn used to be, but he told me that it'll be fine. Before he left for his usual bread run, he gave me his hat and told me "Always hold onto that hat. When you do, you know that your mother and I will always be there with you." (This is about as far as I got, mostly going off of memory alone.) Age: 15 Occupation: None. Technically, he's a vagabond Cutie Mark: Comedy/Tragedy mask Personality: Shy, but not by choice. Any help would be very much appreciated, and if a mod tells me to tone it down, it's all fine and good.