Tungsten Wolfrem

By Gloomfury

• August 17, 2015

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Species: Earth Pony

Appearance: Dark gray coat, dark black mane medium length. Usually ragged looking, messy and in his face. Dark yellow eyes that always have a distant look in them. His face usually has bruises and a few cuts on it along with signs of marks and scars that showed that he's been in a lot of bare hoof fights.<br /><br />His height is fairly short and his body is strongly built and tough. Even though it doesn't look like it.<br /><br />She wears a black hoodie and usually has the hood up.

Cutie Mark: Two brass hooves that are made out of tungsten instead of brass.

Personality: Antisocial, aloof, distant. He doesn't bother trying to get to know others. He may now some beings by name but he doesn't want to count them as friends. Mostly because he doesn't want any. Though he has a secret longing for one.<br /><br />He sometimes have slight mood swings that would usually end up with him starting fights with any thugs he can find. Or anyone at all who he thought could though a decent punch.

Backstory: Most of his life he's lived in the city of Manehattan. Mostly in one of the the cities least clean neighborhood. A place were the Mafia don't have many ties in, and where street gangs are always fighting over control of the area. And where the guards are a rare thing to find.<br /><br />He grew up in a small apartment with his mother who worked in a jewelry store in uptown Manehattan. His father left him and his mother when he was a colt, so he don't remember a lot about him. Growing up in such a dangerous place he's grown use to to seeing others fight, dark deals happening. Sometimes finding a body when he walks past a dark ally.<br /><br />He's also had to learn how to toughen himself up or he would be marked to be robbed or jumped. which usually happened because of his size and aloof attitude, which others took as arrogance. He would win some, loose some. During one of the fight he had he gained his cutie mark. When he did he was pretty happy.<br /><br />But on the same day when he got home to tell his mom. He couldn't fined her. When he went into her room he found an empty closet and drawers. On her bed there was a letter saying that she left and wouldn't be coming back. She said she met someone who could take her out of the city and give her a better life then what she had. One without him. <br /><br />For the rest of that day, after wreaking half his home out of anger, he set out to pic out a fight with the first pony he saw. Which happen to be two guards. He was able to take one down after getting badly hurt which made it a little easier for the other guard to arrest him and take him in.<br /><br />He pleaded guilty to assaulting a royal guards and didn't care about trying to get a shorter sentence. But he was let off because he was a miner but placed in juvy for a year. But because he was prone to getting into a lot of fight he was given longer time. Till he turned eighteen. When he was out he moved back to his old home and dos most of his stuff to make money. He mostly uses the bits to by food. So he would normally be found sleeping in an ally or small homeless communities. <br /><br />Because of his prone to starting fights he would sometimes end up arrested and spend his times in and out of prison. <br /><br />And because of is addiction to fighting he makes a living by fighting in underground fighting rings. Though that he's meet a few ponies who make less then a honest living. He's worked with some of the gangs, the mafia, rarely the guards. Whoever would pay him to fight, he didn't care if the pay was good or not, he'd take the job.<br /><br />Now this is how he lives his life. Fighting whoever he can, not caring if he wins or use, just as long as he could feel the pain of a punch and the satisfaction of landing one.