Scout

By MyLittlePonyTales

• April 14, 2013




Age: Very young filly, just out of foalhood.

Gender: Female

Species: Earth Pony

Appearance: Eye Color: Silver<br /><br />Pelt Color: Blue, with a black stripe down her nose and jagged black stripes on her back and legs, resembling a Zebras.<br /><br />Mane/Tail Color & Style: White hair flowing into red on the edges. Her mane is 'emo style'. Not long enough to be in her eyes, but cut jaggedly and short. Her tail is cut short so that it doesn't get in the way while she's running.<br /><br />Physique: Small but sturdy, she is very agile.

Cutie Mark: None yet.

Personality: Occupation: Thief/Writer<br />One of the other orphans in the group told her: “There ain't nothin' special about an Earth pony unless you got money.” This is part of what has discouraged her from seeking out a real career and a better life.<br />Motivation: To survive and help out her friends.<br />Likes: Jello, writing, doing puzzles, sneaking around, stealing<br />Dislikes: Talking to strangers, adults, milk

Backstory: Scout originally came from an orphanage in Hoofington. She'd been there almost since birth, and has no memory of her parents—but she's been told they're dead. She was taught a little bit of schooling, but what she excelled at was reading and writing. She can pick up meanings of words easily by their context.<br /><br />Seeing how her life was going nowhere fast, Scout ran away to seek a better life, but each time ended in failure. On one such attempt, however, she managed to stow away in a trader's wagon...until she was discovered along the way and kicked out. Hitch hiking aboard other vehicles and hoofing it when she had to, Scout ended up in Fillydelphia.<br /><br />A fellow orphan, finding her wandering the streets in somewhat of a haggard state, befriended Scout. Due to her haircut, she was mistaken for a boy at first. Starving, and exhausted, she was given proper food and a place to stay—an abandoned, somewhat rickety two story house. There, a small band of orphans had taken refuge, each befriending and helping another.<br />There were vines and weeds growing all over the outside of it, and the yard was fenced in and locked, as if no one had cared about the house in years. The entrance was in a dark alley behind the house, with a hole barely big enough for a pony to fit through knocked into the wall. A large board was placed in front of it, and a cement block pushed against that, to deter any visitors.<br /><br />This wasn't exactly the life Scout had wanted, but it was better than the one she had—in some ways. She was free to do what she pleased, when she pleased, but the house wasn't heated, and some nights were spent cold. Food was easy to come by—if one knew how to steal it. But, if you don't steal, you don't eat, and if you want something, you find a way to get it. Those are the rules.<br /><br />Scout is the only girl in the group, but she acts so much like a boy that they treat her such. She commonly wears a golfers hat, which helps to further hide the fact that she's a girl. Scout's not sure what her future holds, but things don't look very bright at the moment.<br /><br />Scout has a journal that she often writes in, though she keeps it hidden so none of the other orphans know about it. She writes about her everyday life, about her new friends, and about her hopes and dreams. But no matter what Scout wants for a future, her priority right now is to survive.