Inax (True Equestrian)

By Inax

• April 23, 2015




Age: 20

Gender: Male

Species: Earth Pony

Appearance: If you can't see him, he is a brown coated pony with light brown eyes and dark brown mane and tail. <br /><br />He always wears his white hoodie sweater as it is a signature look for him, just like his glasses. Normal height for an Earth pony and average weight.

Cutie Mark: There isn't a meaning behind my odd cutie mark. Though the black capital "I" represents a bit of a deeper meaning within my imagination. Do I know? Not really, kind of roll with it. As for the wings, the pleasantness and peace, yes.

Personality: As opposed to Neo-Real Inax, this Inax is more "in tune" with Equestria. He is shy at first, but when you know him, he will be approachable and great to talk to. With a bubbly personality, he can brighten your day. And when you are feeling down, you know Inax will be there to hug you and comfort you.<br /><br />He is more of a slight serious pony. Unlike Neo-Real Inax, he is well managed and calm other than his counterpart.

Backstory: I am merely a simple Earth pony living his days in Ponyville. I was born in the fall, in the city of Filydelphia. My parents and I lived in the city for some time, my father being a one of the city guards in Fillydelphia and my mother as a house mare. At times it was tough, my dad has to work from morning till late afternoon and having less time to be with him. Not only that, I had to be the colt of the house while he’s gone for week long shifts, taking care of both my mother and my little sister.<br /> We moved out of Fillydelphia and towards Appleloosa after my dad retired. Built us a house out in the middle of nowhere, luckily a few gallops away from the town. For my parents, it was home, just relaxation and nothing to worry about. For me, isolation and loneliness. There is nothing to do, but kick rocks and lying about. Even for my writing mood, there was nothing to find motivation into writing my stories. I only had the moments to just glance at a wall or something and wander around my imaginative mind for something to do. When I was old enough to travel alone, I decided to leave home and go someplace else. My mother was saddened by this, but her baby boy has to leave some time.<br /> Ponyville is where I wanted to visit, and reside there. I heard much about the growing town, boasting with ponies, social activity, and fun (more of parties and such from a pink pony that lives there.) Being an outsider pony, it was quite difficult to communicate with others because of my shyness. I never enjoyed talking to strangers, but if it is for necessities, then I had to. The confidence to talk to others is what I lack, sadly due to my father not being around much to help me with such a thing.<br /> My first time visiting Ponyville was a bit hard, had to check into a hotel and soon find a way to find a job, earn some bits, and buy a home. To be honest, it took me 2 months to find a job. Thankfully the hotel manager was kind enough to let me stay a lot longer. So those 2 months, I had been working on a book that I had reserved since before I left Appleloosa, “Black.” The title is based off my character from my imagination. I hope I’m not being too silly or anything, but he is consider a blood-brother of mine. A body-form at first, a rival the next, and now a mutual friend and father now. I wanted to make a story for him, from origin till now, yet cut into chapters and probably books. I was lucky to finish chapters 1 through 12 of Book 1 and had it published. In less than a week, it was best-sellers for action and suspense. Pretty cool!<br /> I do not recall how much bits I was able to get, but I had enough to buy a home. It was furnished quite well, but I had to work for it. I took in a few jobs, from delivery to clerk at the city hall (mail colt was a bit fun, especially with the nicest mail mare helping with organizing post cards and envelops on the my first day). It was one day that I meet Thunder Runner, my best friend, during my movers and shakers job. It was my 3rd time moving some stuff into a home for a new pony that arrive few days ago. She had boxes full of glass ware, plates and even glass figurines. Well, I was bringing in a valuable glass vase into her new home, pretty huge to pick up. I…trip on to a rock and…smashed it. It was an accident, I said. It cost me my job. Thunder was there, helping with the last of boxes and furniture. He left after I was fired and stopped me. He cheered me up. We strolled about the town, drank some cider, cracked some crazy jokes. It was a great time we had, thank Celestia for him helping that day.<br /> I guess with the time being such great friends and helping me out with talking to other ponies, Thunder Runner and I became like brothers, pretty much the reason why we’re living in the same house. We save up the bits to pay our bills and the usual needs. I do forget what he’s doing as a job, but for me, I’m a farm hand for the Apples Family. My first time introducing myself to the Apples was…awkward, though they were nice to let me help them out, especially when it comes down to apple harvesting. And on my off times, I work around the markets or the stores with whatever they need, a volunteer. When at home, if I’m not kick my friend’s plot in video game, I tend to continue making stories and books.<br /> And also, by the way, if you all are wondering if I am a schizophrenic, I’m not. I just have a highly active imagination that needs letting out. <br />