Johny Farenheit

By Johny Farenheit

• July 17, 2012

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Species: Pegasus

Appearance: Tall, but not too muscular, he stands above most others, perhaps the size of Big Macintosh, without so much of the muscle. His coat is black like charcoal, and his mane and tail are matching messes of reds, oranges and yellows, like the flames he so dearly loves. He has sea-green eyes, bordering sometimes on blue, green or grey.

Cutie Mark: His cutie mark is a swirling, raging flame, born from the Solar Flare he created.

Personality: He's a bit of a card in this regard, considering his personality changes on a dime. He's sometimes outgoing, other times shy and withdrawn, similar to a certain yellow pegasus. He loves meeting new people and conversation sometimes, and other times he'd rather be alone, though that depends on his mood. He is rather moody, sensitive, but has a thick skin to insults of most kinds. Usually, his reaction is calm, but goes to anger when truly inflammatory remarks are used. He loves warm places, cardboard boxes and...wait for it...APPLES!! He has a HUGE crush on Princess Luna, which is ironic, considering he created a temporary, miniature sun via extreme flight, while Luna governs the moon....ohh dear i'm rambling now.

Backstory: Little Johny, just a colt in the tiny, northern town of Stableton, hated the cold. He hated the constant wind, the snows that came with it, and worse of all the rain...the rain was pretty to look at, but it chilled everypony to the bone. Stableton produced metal for equestria's buildings, armor, weapons, or anything else that required metal pieces, namely nails. Everypony in town worked to produce such things, to keep the town going. He was afraid to be like them, to conform and accept the cold, accept the monotony and lackluster life. His parents were the same as everypony else: cold, dull, and uncaring about much. They weren't abusive in any way, and they raised him as any parents should, but they just didn't support him, didn't even dream that his desires to leave and become someone new would ever lift off the ground. He hated them for their cold indifference, hated them for their cold demeanors and frozen hearts. He hatred the whole town, his body on fire, eyes ski of the pale whites and greys. He did what anypony else would have done: he flew away from his old life. He flew away, as fast as he could until his wings felt like they would fall off...but he kept going still, anger and hate fueling his flight. He kept flying and flying, agains the winds, proving them wrong, beating them, in his mind at least. Suddenly though, he was free of the gusty current and thrust into sunlight, his flight taking him above the clouds for the first time! Without the wind to push against him, his speed was unleashed, racing higher and higher, until he couldn't take it anymore and sharply arced downwards. The resulting friction with his body and the air created a flame, and through a tiny bit of magic from...someplace nopony knows, created the first Solar Flare, a miniature sun, glowing bright and hot to anyone nearby, providing warmth and life to all it shines upon. His body was on fire, his mane, his tail, everything...but it didn't hurt. He landed, the flames dying finally, his fur, once a dull brown, now black as charcoal, his mane, a faded grey, had turned red, yellow and orange, sticking up behind him in a glorious display ,as if the flames still raged on in his heart, his life given new drive, a new fire to keep him going. He can ignite his mane at will now, and control it within a certain degree, mostly in what and who it burns, though sometimes accidents happen when he gets too excited, causing his mane to spark and smolder a bit, then eventually ignite on its own accord. His tail can't do the same, but like the rest of him, is absolutely fire-proof.