Dr.maneison

By Neutrino

• January 13, 2014




Age: ~25

Gender: Male

Species: Earth Pony

Cutie Mark: An eight 'pointed' gear that shows his ability to create and modify machines.

Personality: Secretive, enclosed, distrusting, nervous, ecstatic,

Backstory: The winds shudder the sheds tinny walls.<br />*crinkle-crinkle*<br />Howard doesn't care.<br />*scrape*<br />The machines hiss endlessly.<br />*chug-dush-tah-chug-dush-tah*<br />Howard still doesn't care. However, he is intrigued by the soft candlelight. The silently flicking flames illuminates the doctor's surroundings. 'Light improves overall work effectiveness' a mental echo sings positively across his mind. He twitches, disturbed by a flash of horrific thought. Strange ideas dance not far beyond his black goggles. His scruffy grey coat is still peppered with soot and muddy oil. Howard doesn't care. He wants to scream. But the grinding noises help drown his pain. "Perhaps I should get going?" he reminds himself, out loud. He stares into the cogs and gears. They whir, enslaved, submissively follow their pre-designated path. For a long time Howard has loved machines, before his flank mark, even before his work problems. His first experience with technology was his fathers pocket watch. He had disassembled and improved the minuscule device beyond recognition before his father had even realized it had gone missing. He spent hours analyzing the little steel wheels spin mathematically. Once every rotation, the largest gear would glimmer fantastically as it would perfectly align with the light. A decisecond. Watching the new toy as parts flick, the minutes went by, Howard no longer cared.