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I call him "Miserable Failure".


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And he's going to be the star of my upcoming ask-blog, "Ask Miserable Failure".

(Pictures not by me (Except for the last one). Thanks to Superlucky13 on deviantART for the original design. Check out more of her stuff here: http://superlucky13.deviantart.com/)
 

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He is miserable, he is desperate, a failure in just about everything he does, and worst of all, he picks his nose.
 

Name: Miserable Failure/Bad Karma
 

Age: 19
 

Race: Earth pony

 

Cutie Mark: N/A

Eye Colour: Green

Mane Colour: Brown

Appearance: Miserable Failure/Bad Karma has a beige coat, his mane is brown, long, and wavy. 

He has this general atmosphere of fatigue and exhaustion about him, and there's a perpetual jaded look in his green eyes.
He also likes to wear clothes, his usual apparel being a regency-era shirt, a jabot, a flannel shirt, and a pair of flared jeans.
Despite about being absolutely sure about what he enjoys doing and what he wants out of life, he's still a blank-flank - he doesn't have a cutie mark.

 

Personality: 

Struggling with borderline personality disorder, Miserable Failure is generally an unpleasant thing to associate with.
He's an artistic burn-out who prefers to be left alone with his music, guitars, and lyric books.
He has little-to-no reason to trust anyone, least of all himself, because of certain events in his past that scarred him emotionally for life. He has hurt many people, but he's looking to make amends.
He's constantly very weary of his surroundings, and motivations of others.
He also has a hopeless, unrequited crush on Ponyville's ditsiest mailmare.


 

Edited by Bron-Yr-Aur
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uhm very cool... it remembers me somehow The Late Mattia Pascal of Luigi Pirandello (I'm italian.. here's the story.. it was very badluck and a failure)

 

 

The protagonist, Mattia Pascal, finds that his promising youth has, through misfortune or misdeed, dissolved into a dreary dead-end job and a miserable marriage. His inheritance and the woman he loved are stolen from him by the same man, his eventual wife and mother-in-law badger him constantly, and his twin daughters, neglected by their mother, can provide him with joy only until an untimely death takes them. Death robs him even of his beloved mother.

To escape, he decides one day to sneak off to Monte Carlo, where he encounters an amazing string of luck, acquiring a small fortune. While reading a newspaper on his return home, he discovers, to his immense shock and delight, that his wife and mother-in-law declared an unknown corpse to be his own. Faced with this sudden opportunity to start afresh, he first wanders about Europe, and finally settles down in Rome with an assumed identity. His character develops in unexpected, even admirable, ways. Yet one admirable act brings the protagonist a crisis, followed by additional crises that lead him to conclude that continuing with his plans will entail only misery for those he loves, precisely because his entire life, including the precious liberty he thought he had gained from his past, is now a lie. He ultimately decides to fake his own death and return to his original life. But even that proves difficult; his family and town have long since adjusted to his "death," and his own adjustment of character prompts him to have mercy on his now remarried wife. So the twice-dead Late Mattia Pascal reduces himself to a figure outside the mainstream of society, a walk-on part in his own life.

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Red cross voluntier:""The first to arrive,The last to leave"

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To be fair, picking one's nose with a hoof can't be that easy with hooves...
Also, the name seems a bit heavy handed, why not work in something musical (e.g. Bad Vibrations)?

Oh, and lovely art, as per usual.


 

 

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Tomorrow will take us away, far from home

No one will ever know our names

But the bard songs will remain.

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