Dan G

By Cimarronboy

• March 30, 2014

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Species: Non-Pony

Appearance: Brown hair/beard<br />green eyes<br />5'4"<br />250 lbs<br />Glasses<br />Blue orbed pendant necklace <br />wristwatch on left aarm<br />class ring on left ring finger<br />owns a scorpion ring with knives for claws and stinger for self defense purposes if when/needed

Personality: Shy yet outgoing. Loves to play hero though likes to show-off doing so. Short tempered. Can be found gaming, surfing the web, watching tv or movies, listening to music, racing, writing, researching or hanging with friends and family. Very instinctual and has an animalistic mind (thinks like an animal would (i.e can tell you how animals think, or a more specific animal would behave in a situation, would act the same way as an animal in similar situations as said animal ) yet as smart as any regular human. Grim at times and constantly predicting (deducing as the process of making prediction, i.e. predicting behaviors based on past actions(not a super power but my actual irl ability)) things. Unfortunately right in mid to high nineties range (also an unfortunate irl fact)

Backstory: Cimarronboy posing as a normal human. Left powers do figure out whether he is a true hero or not. Started after being kidnapped to equestria from homeland. Days with his adopted families within the herd and the pride were perfect. Mom and dad were the leaders of the herd and he was next to inherit his dad's leadership role. Sibling's each had their special bond with him. His closest sister was always hanging with him whenever she could. Whenever he needed to talk his sister in law was always the perfect therapist. His wife was supporting yet protective and when it came to arguments cimmy always found himself pinned to the wall with the tip of his wife's horn pointed to his stomach. His kids were always getting into trouble but yet it wasn't more than anyone could handle. The pride was similar but smaller. Hunts always turned into contests between the lionesses and cimmy. Food was abundant and if ever sickness caught any of the two sides of the family there was always an on call vet in one of cimmy's friends. Thunderstorms were turned into parties. Cimmy's enemies were constantly battering at the proverbial door but they never succeeded. If there was anything cimmy regretted it was the wife he had no choice but to kill lest she be prisoner forever and the wife that dumped him for another of her kind.