Sand Storm

By Frozen_star

• April 11, 2015




Age: 22

Gender: Male

Species: Earth Pony

Appearance: Gruffy and dirty look to Sand Storm, generally wearing whatever he could piece together, or the armour the Raiders had given him when he was with them, except with a few modifications. The big one being the Holster he devised for his Sledgehammer.

Cutie Mark: The meaning of this ones Cutie mark goes back to his days as a raider. He was like any other person, except not hopped up on meds most his time, he grew fond of using a sledgehammer to attack his victims skulls most of all, soon after he found his cutie mark to be the head of a pony skull.

Personality: Sand storm is generally secretive, sitting in silence for the most part around people he does not know. Never giving any shred of his past life. <br /><br />He is of the un-kind variety not slipping a single thing to help someone unless absolutely necessary, or for personal gain.<br /><br /> Sand generally tries to have a open humour, knowing he could die any day, but that does not stop him from doing anything.<br /><br /> Though Sand tries to be friendly he does sometimes tend to lash out at the people he finds as friends. If he has any. Society does not exactly accept him because of the way he looks, they always jump to the fact he was like the bandits or raiders outside the city. Only groups of caravans or travellers ever show kindness to him. <br /><br /> Any mention of his past life makes his emotional state go a little haywire. The thought of death though does not rock him one bit. Being around friends is one of the only things that makes him happy, except the memory of leaving that god awful gang. <br /><br /> Sand is motivated to help his group of friends along the rough terrain to Manehattan. Striving to make it up to himself.

Backstory: Born a raider, die a raider. <br /><br /> Sand Storm was born in the long aftermath of the fallout that had happened many years ago, except he was not one of the lucky ones to be born in a stable. He was born in the harsh wastes to none other than the bandits that stalk the old road from Baltimare to Junction town. Those who found themselves lucky to survive, never left unscathed. <br /> <br /> He was never treated the same as the others, always being beaten or used for the adults entertainment, being forced to fight the other younger colts, or even fillies for that matter, Only being fed scraps of food of what the others left. <br /><br /> When he turned the age of twelve he was forcefully being given more things like Buffout or med-x growing addicted to them over time, never losing the taste, or the need for them. <br /> <br /> After aged sixteen he began to fight with the rest, just like if he was an adult. Ammo was scarce so they had been taught how to use melee weapons, sometimes even having to use just their fists. Sand took a very attached liking to a sledgehammer which he ended up never letting out of his reach, even when he used it to kill the gangs leader.<br /> <br /> When he turned nineteen is when he finally grew tired of this life, but it was not so easy to just up and leave the raiders, who would accept him? Sand decided he would live on his own and that is when he decided to pack up and leave, but he had one loose end to tie up. The leader. Blood Lust. When he was about to leave, Blood lust took it to himself to punish deserters, he went to grab Sand and that is when sand acted, pushing the leader back, and bringing down the Sledge hammer crushing the skull of the leader. Soon after his cutie mark appeared. The ol' Skull with the Hammer. He then pursued to leave, heading to Junction town where he was shunned by the community for his terrible past. <br /><br /> At the age of twenty he found a nice little ruined building between Junction town and Manehattan taking up residence where he would attack his first caravan, taking everything he could to barter off as he vowed he would never be like the raiders he once was before.<br /><br /> Two years past he lived in the building, trading with caravans with what he could barter, or steal. He lived in the old building, keeping watch over the road for what he hoped would be a start to repay the terrible deeds he done before.<br /><br /><br />