Bowie

By The Down Trotten

• November 23, 2015

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Species: Non-Pony

Appearance: Medium sized Diamond Dog, resembling a bull terrier. Always wearing a vest with his various assortment of weapons and "tools". Almost has a purple star painted over his right eye as "war paint". In reality its a bit of his circus days he can't let go.

Cutie Mark: N/A

Personality: Non-chalet and seemingly not very serious, he's just there to do whatever job he was hired to do and get out. He's a typical merc and doesn't mind admitting it. <br /><br />Not that he's refused the more "lethal" jobs he doesn't consider them his "deal". Preferring to leave the dirty work to whomever hired him, there is some odd morality about him <br /><br />Seemingly apathetic to whatever he wins or loses, as long as he survives he's happy. This is not quite the the truth however, he actually likes to challenge himself and if his contract will be foolish enough to spare him, even if he's outmatched he'll fight till he's out cold. <br /><br />Walking the fine between understand the impossible and being stubborn if spared he'll keep coming back, of course this doesn't mean he can't be persuaded to stop, a few extra gems never hurt anyone after all.

Backstory: Before he became the merc that he is today. Bowie was practically born in the circus. Found by the a minatour simply known as the Ringmaster he was put to use at at young age. He was trained and somewhat forced to preform acrobatic feats and various other death defying feats. <br /><br />The Ringmaster, Bowie's guardian trained Bowie for hours and at times treated him little more then, well a dog. But in truth he was the Ringmasters favorite and over the years, through this harsh treatment Bowie learned all the skills he has today <br /><br />Being a diamond dog and the circus itself having a variety of interesting creatures it for a while was very popular, however as ponies got simply bored with this "freak show" of you will, the circus began losing employees. AS this happened Bowie began to fill more positions, such as knife thrower, tight rope walker, and even clown. He too wanted to leave, but as this was the only life he knew and his home and the closet thing he had to family he stayed until the circus simply died and it became a one dog show. Even the Ringmaster simply disappeared one day. Dead or alive, Bowie washed his paws of the circus and its old master and set out with not much more then his equipment <br /><br />Now with nothing else to do he combined all his various skills, took the aggression he had received from his demeaning life style, and his love for jewels and became a Merchanery for hire.<br /><br /><br />