Crimson

By Fizz.

• July 18, 2012




Age: 17

Gender: Male

Species: Pegasus

Appearance: Naturally a red head, he's dyed his hair into oblivion. A few months in the field would bring back his true colors.

Cutie Mark: A pen and ink, to signify his writing ability.

Personality: Outside of the military, he's awkward and reserved. But while in combat, he gets, well, worse. Scared, anxious and jumpy would be good words to describe him. Like any draftee, he's afraid of any confrontations.

Backstory: Crimson has lived a rather boring, if not miserable, life. As an only child, and the only kid in his neighborhood, he was alone almost all of the time, and his parents, who worked from home, were too busy to care for him. When he was old enough to enter school, he spent his years with average grades and few friends, mostly ignored by his classmates. Only a few days after his 17th birthday, the age where one must sign up for the draft, the Empire split. He was swept from his school and sent to an airbase, but his piss-poor flying caused him to be kicked out and sent to the front lines to be a grunt, and with his less than adequate athletic skills, a target.