Gearbox

By Not a Morning Mare

• February 3, 2013




Age: 37

Gender: Female

Species: Earth Pony

Appearance: She has a coat of solid dark blue, a mane/tail of foggy blue, and sea green eyes leaning more toward green than blue. She is fairly short and slender, but with her partially mechanized body structure she is deceptively strong. Speaking of which, large sections of her internal body have been replaced with clockwork parts and some basic electronics (only about as advanced as an electric fan at most). Most notably she has replaced her right foreleg completely, the internal components of all three other legs, her spine, one lung, and the equivalent of several yards of intestines. Her skin is still largely intact with very little scarring from the various surgeries, with only the skin of her right foreleg missing and replaced with metal, but that’s mostly because there was no skin there to begin with. I’m getting ahead of myself though.

Cutie Mark: A trio of dull grey gears forming three faces of a cube with the “corner” in the center of the mark.

Personality: For the most part Gearbox is bubbly, talkative, and slightly awkward. She is also very intelligent from her time studying at some of the best Earth Pony institutes in Equestria. She might even have been considered adorkable were it not for her one, tiny little, controversial ambition. She wants to murder all unicorns everywhere; somewhat of a turn off. More broadly, she has a deep seated hatred for all forms of magic. She hides her anger with a forced veil of happiness (a sort of Pinkamina syndrome, if you will).

Backstory: Gearbox was born as an earth pony in a family of unicorn nobility. Not only that, but she was born with a genetic defect, specifically, the lack of a right foreleg. An abominable disgrace, she was sealed away in the family mansion for nearly twenty two years until the night the mansion mysteriously burned down, killing her whole family. After her mentally scarring childhood she developed a deep and powerful hatred for all unicorns which she managed to bury under a façade of cheerfulness for about a decade. She took the remains of the family fortune and put herself through college during that time, getting a doctorate in both the surgical and mechanical sciences; good solid earth pony fields. From there, well, she dropped off the face of the planet.<br /><br />Today, just between you and me, she is living in the ruins of an industrial complex on the outskirts of the city. She has rebuilt much of the original machinery and added many mechanisms of her own. It is here where she giggles in the dark, wallowing in rage fueled madness and working her genocidal will upon the city.