Hello everyone. Welcome to the bio of me, Whiskey-Foxtrot 929.

Whiskey-Foxtrot 929
Fanfiction Author & Reader/Part-Time Lyricist/Weapon Enthusiast (Real and Airsoft)/Videogamer/Inventor/Realist/TOO MANY OTHER THINGS!
ID Number: 5355438

(EDGE warning below. Lol. Been awhile since I updated. 2018 -- and this below is from late 2016 or 2017. Maybe before.)

If anyone wants to, feel free to PM me. I'm always willing to listen to anything you have to say. Whether it's about one of my stories, you wanna send me an idea, or if you just want to say hello. However, don't be rude and say, "Your story sucks ass!" and "You suck ass!" If you do, just know that I can say stuff too, and I ain't a very nice person when it comes to that. Also, I am STRONGLY against bullying of any kind. If I hear about anyone on here being bullied (Or see it myself), guarantee that I will do something about it. So do us all a favor and KEEP IT CLEAN!

("Always maintain allegiance to yourself, for it is highly unlikely that you will betray what you value most.")

(To all of my viewers out there...)

I'M NOT DEAD! I've just been too busy or exhausted to have to time to type and/or talk. So please, forgive me. But I'm still alive and I will be updating 'La Resistance' and 'The Tradition' as soon as possible. Until then folks. -Whiskey

P.S.-I know that usually if an author takes forever to update, (weeks, months, etc.) unless the content is really good, (like the works of Mojotheomegawolf, Mr. Steal Yo Gurl, Datguy N Disguy, HLK, section8bypass1, etc.) the fan-base wil decrease drastically. A reader will see that an author updated and be like, "Oh...that person updated? I'll read it when I have time." Our job as writers is to entertain the viewers. And I have been failing at that. (Frequently.) So I will make no more promises, no more deadlines... I'll just update. I don't want to be one of those authors whose stuff never gets read anymore, but I just flat out have lost energy and time. So these are the only promises I'll make. I won't delete my account, I won't delete my stories, I won't entirely give up, and I'll try to do whatever I can to get my content out. But that's all so... peace.

(To the haters, instigators, betrayers, false-portayers, and anyone else who trolls and hates for no reason...)

I honestly don't give a damn if you read, like, or even see my stuff. What I type is what I type. Who I am is who I am. Nothing will ever change those things about me. I try my best to be creative, nice, respectful, and do what's right and some people may think it's bullshit or say it's wrong. But guess what? I. Don't. Care.

(To anyone who likes, reads, or favorites/reviews my creations or those of my comrades...)

Thank you for your continued support me and them. I would like to state that I apologize for my frequent, consecutive, extended times of absence. So to compensate for that, even though most of you won't need or want it, I would like to offer all of you assistance in any way I possibly can. Whether it's reading something, reviewing something, offering advice, reporting something, or dealing with a troll, let me know. I will try my best. -Whiskey

I prefer to write mostly action stories (Balto and Alpha and Omega), but enjoy reading all types. Not much else really.

I like to consider myself somewhat creative.

My real name: Classified, released on need to know basis.

Age: 20 Years

Gender: Male (If you cant tell from the rest of the profile, well...)

Location: Buffalo, New York: United States of America

My Favorite Activities: Reading/writing fanfiction or poetry, airsoft, Shooting, Parkour/Free running, and playing videogames.

Likes: Military, Weapons, Airsoft, Paintball, Balto, ArmA & DayZ, Halo, Call of Duty, Battlefield, Fallout, Skyrim, Terminator, Rocky(All Movies), Expendables, Nature, Parkour, Rock, Heavy Metal, Dubstep, Screamo, Fanfiction, Food, and History/Geography.

Dislikes: Annoying people, trolls, Whiny people, crybabies, crying (It feels... sucky to cry), crappy music, cheesy horror films, terrible coordination, bad tactics, insects.

Fears: Dating, the method of my death (Not death itself), and insects. (Except for worker bees. I like their fur. XD)

Did you know?: There is a possibility of a person surviving a jump-fall from an airplane at 14,000 feet without a parachute. Although, the chances of that ever happening are 0.00000133%. (If you want to know how you possibly could, ask me in a PM. Although I highly recommend that you DON'T EVER TRY IT UNLESS YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO! I DON'T WANT TO BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR ANYONE'S DEATH!)

Favorite Music Genres: Classic Rock, Country, Classic Country, Alternative Rock, Rock, Heavy Metal, Dubstep, Screamo, Classical...you get it. Mostly anything with a guitar or real instrument. (Aside from dubstep obviously. :P)

Favorite Bands: Nickelback, Metallica, Avenged Sevenfold, Slipknot, Disturbed, Three Days Grace (TDG), Papa Roach, Green Day, Guns N' Roses (GNR), From Autumn To Ashes (FATA), Bush, Foo Fighters, Nirvana, A Day To Remember (ADTR), Alice in Chains, Sick Puppies, Breaking Benjamin, Skillet, Five Finger Death Punch (FFDP), and many more.

Favorite Movies: Saving Private Ryan, Lone Survivor, Four Brothers, Bolt, Balto, Alpha and Omega, Battle: Los Angeles, The Watch, Armageddon, The Avengers, and several others.

Favorite Games: ArmA & 'DayZ' Series, Destiny, Halo (EVERY), Fallout (3, New Vegas, and 4), Elder Scrolls Series (Skyrim and Oblivion), Call of Duty (3, 4, WAW, Black Ops, MW2, MW3, Ghosts), SOCOM, Battlefield (Every), and GTA (VC, III, IV, EoLC, V).

Favorite Quote: "And when he gets to heaven, to St.Peter he will tell, "One more soldier reporting sir, I've served my time in hell.""-Dwight D. Eisenhower, June 6th,1944

Most Fluent Languages (In order): English, German, Turkish, Russian, and Spanish.

Second Most Used Quote: "When life gives you lemons, give them right the fu*k back."

Enough about me, I ain't that important. Everyone has a purpose. What's Yours?

You know you live in 2008 when...

1.) You accidentally enter your password on a microwave.

2.) You haven't played solitare with real cards for years

3.) The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they don't have a screen name or myspace.

4.) You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the buttons on the TV.

6.) Your boss doesn't even have the ability to do your job.

7.) As you read this list you keep nodding and smiling.

8.) As you read this list you think about sending it to all your friends.

9.) And you were too busy to notice number 5.

10.) You scrolled back up to see if there was a number 5.

11.) Now you are laughing at yourself stupidly.

12.) Put this in your profile if you fell for that, and you know you did.

92 percent American teens would die if Abecrombie and Fitch or Hollister told them it was uncool to breathe. Copy this into your profile if you would be in the 8 percent laughing their asses off at the others.

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.
BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.

FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.
BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!

FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.
BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you sayin "DAMN! We fucked up!"

FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
BEST FRIENDS: Wont tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore.

FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.
BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial.

FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
BEST FRIENDS: Loses your shit and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."

FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.
BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...

FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.

FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME."

FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.
BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.

FRIENDS: Are only through high school/college. (aka: drinking buddies)
BEST FRIENDS: Are for life.

FRIENDS: Will be there to take your drink away from you when they think you've had enough.
BEST FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place & say "Bitch drink the rest of that! You know we don't waste!"

FRIENDS: Would ignore this letter.
BEST FRIENDS: Will repost this shittttt!!

Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list. AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Yavie Aelinel, Crazy Billie Joe Loving Freak, Shadow929, The Astrology Nerd, brown-eyed angelofmusic, piratesswriter/fairy to be, The Gypsy-Pirate Queen, deathxbyxdawnxgurl, weasleybabe24, ga nat nat, evil older sister, Frozenfan, slygirl16, JForward, TARDISWhore, Rose, Rokudaime Kunoichi, Black Red Tensai, Centralion,erttheking,Someone who isn't important, Whiskey-Foxtrot 929

R.I.P. to that girl you called a slut today in class. She committed suicide, and she was a virgin. The pregnant girl walking down the hall, she was raped. The boy you called lame. He has to work every night to support his family. That person you pushed down the other day, is already being abused at home. The one you called fat. She's starving herself. The old man you made fun of because of his ugly scars. He fought for our country. The boy you made fun of for crying. His mother is dying. You think you know them. Guess what, you don't. RE-POST if you are against bullying. I bet 99% of you won't.

"This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone.

Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?

Repost this if you truly believe in God."-Mojotheomegawolf

If you ever wished you could talk to animals or be an animal, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you love FANFICTION.NET, add your name and copy and paste this into your profile. Rainstorm007, mysterys, Adderstar, Glissoning Raven, EspeonSilverfire2, owlreader, Stealthclaw, Celeste Night, Dappleflower, Sandpool124, Whiskey-Foxtrot 929

Hell Yes-

It is the Soldier, not the minister
Who has given us freedom of religion.

It is the Soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us freedom of the press.

It is the Soldier, not the poet
Who has given us freedom of speech.

It is the Soldier, not the campus organizer
Who has given us freedom to protest.

It is the Soldier, not the lawyer
Who has given us the right to a fair trial.

It is the Soldier, not the politician
Who has given us the right to vote.

It is the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag,
Who allows the protester to burn the flag.

DEFINING SOCIETIES VIA THE OWNERSHIP OF 2 COWS
FEUDALISM: You have two cows. Your lord takes some of the milk.
PURE SOCIALISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. You have to take care of all the cows. The government gives you as much milk as you need.
BUREAUCRATIC SOCIALISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. They are cared for by ex-chicken farmers. You have to take care of the chickens the government took from the chicken farmers. The government gives you as much milk and as many eggs as the regulations say you should need.
FASCISM: You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them, and sells you the milk.
PURE COMMUNISM: You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk.
RUSSIAN COMMUNISM: You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the government takes all the milk.
DICTATORSHIP: You have two cows. The government takes both and shoots you.
SINGAPOREAN DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. The government fines you for keeping two unlicensed farm animals in an apartment.
MILITARISM: You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.
PURE DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. Your neighbors decide who gets the milk.
REPRESENTATIVE DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. Your neighbors pick someone to tell you who gets the milk.
AMERICAN DEMOCRACY: The government promises to give you two cows if you vote for it. After the election, the president is impeached for speculating in cow futures. The press dubs the affair "Cowgate."
BRITISH DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. You feed them sheep's brains and they go mad. The government doesn't do anything.
BUREAUCRACY: You have two cows. At first the government regulates what you can feed them and when you can milk them. Then it pays you not to milk them. After that it takes both, shoots one, milks the other and pours the milk down the drain. Then it requires you to fill out forms accounting for the missing cows.
ANARCHY: You have two cows. Either you sell the milk at a fair price or your neighbors try to kill you and take the cows.
CAPITALISM: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull.
HONG KONG CAPITALISM: You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax deduction for keeping five cows. The milk rights of six cows are transferred via a Panamanian intermediary to a Cayman Islands company secretly owned by the majority shareholder, who sells the rights to all seven cows' milk back to the listed company. The annual report says that the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. Meanwhile, you kill the two cows because the fung shui is bad.
ENVIRONMENTALISM: You have two cows. The government bans you from milking or killing them.
FEMINISM: You have two cows. They get married and adopt a veal calf.
TOTALITARIANISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and denies they ever existed. Milk is banned.
POLITICAL CORRECTNESS: You are associated with (the concept of "ownership" is a symbol of the phallo-centric, war mongering, intolerant past) two differently-aged (but no less valuable to society) bovines of non-specified gender.
COUNTER CULTURE: Wow, dude, there's like . . . these two cows, man. You got to have some of this milk.
SURREALISM: You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons -Max Jenkins

How to Tell if You're a Writer:

-If you talk to yourself.
-If you talk to yourself about talking to yourself (i.e. 'I wonder why I talk to myself?')
-If, when you talk to yourself, you sometimes speak as if talking to another person (i.e. 'Okay, so have you ever noticed that the word 'deliver' could mean someone's liver?')
-If, after uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand in awe and say, 'Wow, this is good stuff for sugar highs!'
-If you live off of sugar and caffeine.
-If people start to notice that you tend to check your e-mail every day for a week, then suddenly disappear off the face of the planet.
-If your e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.
-If, when replying to someone else's e-mail, you are sometimes so random that you fail to address the original message altogether.
-If you tend to collect the Bic Stics people leave lying around, kind of like picking pennies off the ground.
-If, no matter where you are in your room, you never have to so much as get up to reach a pen/pencil and paper.
-If the letters are starting to wear off on the keys of your keyboard.
-If people think you might have A.D.D.
-If you think it'd be cool to have A.D.D.
-If you start constantly talking in third person, past tense.
-If you think about making lists like this, and start giggling for no 'apparent' reason.
-If your friends don't even bother to look funny at you anymore when you start giggling for no apparent reason.
-And finally, the number one way to tell if you're a good writer: You failed English 101.

Copy and Paste this if you're a writer.

Here is something that I said once:

"Today's the day,
to do something more.

Today's the day,
to write that novel you've been putting off.

Today's the day,
to help someone.

Today's the day,
to change the world for the better.

Today's the day,
to do something great.

Do you, Be you, Live you.
If you don't like something,
fix it for the better." -Whiskey-Foxtrot 929

For people that hate stereotypes: If you think people should just shut up and stop, put this on your profile.
(BOLD the ones you are.)

I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm a NEGRO so I MUST carry a gun.
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz
I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.
I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch. (I just speak what I think is just.)
I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.
I'm a CHRISTIAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell.
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.
I don't have a RELIGION, persay, so I MUST be evil and have no morals.
I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.
I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.
I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.
I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore.
I'm a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.
I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.
I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.
I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.
I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.
I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a "big one".
I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.
I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATER & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.
I have BIG BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.
I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll.
I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.
I hang out with GAYS, so I must be GAY TOO. (1 friend)
I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.
I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited.
I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy.
I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas.
Im a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction.
Im a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude.
Im STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.
I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.
I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.
I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.
I'm a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff
I'm a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks
I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7
I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.
I'm MIXED so I must be screwed up.
I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.
I'm in BAND, so I MUST be a dork.
I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA
I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect
I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black
I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil.
I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.
I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.
I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.
I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister
I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon
I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.
I'm an ASIAN GUY, so I MUST have a small penis.
I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.
I'm a PREP, so I MUST be rich.
I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an albino.
I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.
I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.
I couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.
I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.
I hang out with teenage drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too.
I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.
I don't like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social. (Can't hear myself think)
I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.
I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.
My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.
I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.
I'm a NUDIST, so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs.
I read Comics, so I MUST be a loser.
I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE so I MUST be a whore myself.
I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse
I’m a CROSSDRESSER, So I must be gay
I draw ANIME so I MUST be a freak.
I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.
I WATCH PORN so I MUST be perverted.
I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.
I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak
I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant. (Won't lie - I can be a bit arrogant of the US sometimes. XD)
I'm WELSH so I MUST love sheep
I'm SCOTTISH so I MUST have ginger hair and wear a skirts
I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.
I’m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend.
I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.
I'm DISABLED, so I MUST be on Welfare.
I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.
I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.
I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid.
I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.
I'm an ALBINO, so I MUST be an evil person with mental abilities and is A MURDERER!
I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent, love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth.
I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future. (As if my ancestors enslaved black people. Well f* them.)
I don't like YAOI or YURI, so I must be a HOMOPHOBE.
I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser.
I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy.
I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue.
I CHAT, I MUST be having cyber sex.
I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins
I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan
I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion.
I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blond blue-eyed lesbian.
I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see.
I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.
I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.
I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED.
I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.
I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.
I am a WITCH, so I MUST be and OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick.
I love YAOI, so I MUST be GAY.
I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast
I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish
I'm SWEDISH, therefore I MUST be WHITE.
I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.
I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.
I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid. (No - I'm not claiming to be the god-damned Hulk. Lol.)
I'm Australian so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroo’s.
I go to RENFAIRES, so I MUST talk weird, be a loser, and not be up with the times.
I’m GAY so I’m after EVERY straight guy around.
I don’t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian.
I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.
I love marching band, so I MUST be a friendless freak.
I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life.
I am friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too.
I cry easily, so I MUST be a wimp.
I can't help pointing out mistakes so I MUST be an over-controlling perfectionist (LOL).
I'm a PERFECTIONIST so I MUST check everything ten times, then burst into tears at one mistake.
I DON’T LIKE to talk about my personal life so I MUST be having problems. (Only if people are asking me about annoying things like "do you do drugs".)
I like FIRE so I must be an arsonist.

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I'm giving you a chance to discover them for yourselves by either exploring the site, or reading my favorites list.

Just a Cool Online Game:

http:///battle-gear-2.htm (Probably won't show on the profile.)

Yeah, I just think that the game is pretty awesome.

MY OC's-Balto Fanfics/RP

The first three are my favorites to write about. (Usually.)

WARNING: ALL LINKS MAY OR MAY NOT SHOW.

Here is a link to view what Rhondunhadaegun looks like:http:///wp-content/uploads/gray-wolf-1024x1024.jpg

Rhondunhadaegun:

(Lemons permitted. Just notify me first.)

Gender: Male
Species: Canis lupus
Age: 3 years (human)

Character Description: Strong, noble, and courageous; he can get arrogant at times.
He is kind-hearted, and willing to do anything to help someone. Also, he has a LARGE appetite.
Can become extremely aggressive if necessary.
Tends to be calm and can carry out a conversation with anybody.
He would lay down his life for his 'adoptive' brother, Auermoctoc.

Physical Appearance: He has amber/copper-ish eyes. His fur pattern is nothing too special or complex. A pattern of white, gray, and a small hint of brown. (Reference the picture.) He is around average height, with a slightly muscular build.

Auermoctoc:

(NO LEMONS ALLOWED YET!!!)

Gender: Male
Species: Canis lupus occidentalis
Age: 2 1/2 years (human)

He is strong, but laid-back.
Adoptive brother of Rhondunhadaegun.
Calm and big-hearted as well; he can also talk to anyone.
He is not cocky like his brother.
Somewhat submissive, but not a pushover.

Physical Appearance: He has yellow/gold-ish eyes. His fur is as black as midnight with chrome-like glow in the slightest bit of light. (Reference the picture.) He is around average height and build. Is more agile than most wolves, but tends to use his brain over anything else.

Here is a link to view what Auermoctoc looks like:http:///736x/a5/8d/5b/a58d5b46018f5247951a162d9fb7a9f3.jpg

Zaphodrick:
(NO LEMONS!!! NO EXCEPTIONS!!!)

Gender: Male
Species: Canis lupus
Age: 6 1/2 years

Friendly, and somewhat seclusive.
He prefers to be mostly alone and is soft-spoken.
Calm and easy to speak to.
Also submissive, but not a pushover.
He was once a member of the Snake River pack, but was seperated when his pack was attacked.
He is one of only three surviving members.
Stands out because of his strong stance, but his soft-hearted attitude.
Rarely aggressive, but has bursts of anger at times.
Can be unpredictable.

Physical Appearance: His eyes are yellow/gold-ish. He has mostly black fur with a partially white underbelly and white 'beard'. (Reference the picture.) He is around average height with a slightly muscular and toned build. Is agile for his age.

Here is a link to see what Zaphodrick looks like: http:///-u_Mev0cWIp0/UcghzYu2UAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/km_JkSrV3gw/s1600/black_wolf_by_neonnumber3-d3bs1vu.jpg

Graintok:
(Lemons permitted, but only with Tamara, his mate!)

Gender: Male

A wolf built on the foundation of convictions.
He is smart, but doesn't think much before making decisions.
He is also loving and kind, but it can rarely be seen.
He can be reckless, but is cautious deep down.
He can be easily recognized by a scar across his torso on the left side; and his missing left ear flap.
His wounds were obtained in a battle for pack territory at one point in his life.
Underneath his shell, he is good-natured, and often shows it.
Aside from a few faults, he is a good leader.
He is also very strong and never backs down from a challenge.

Tamara:
(Lemons permitted, but only with Graintok, her mate!)

Gender: Female
Species: Canis lupus arctos

Mate of Graintok.
Nice and respectful.
Kind and welcoming.
She has a good heart and will help anyone in need.
She saved Graintok and Rhushnorick from death. (Read about it in La Resistance-chapter six)
She is loyal to a fault, when it comes to Graintok.
They have made it through thick and thin, and intend to keep it that way.
They have no pups...Yet. ;)

Here is a link to view what Tamara looks like: http:///image/photos/9400000/Arctic-Wolf-wolves-9412659-600-480.jpg

Rhushnorick:
(NO LEMONS WITH THIS CHARACTER!!!)

Gender: Male

Brother of Graintok.
Nice and thoughtful.
He is committed to any cause that he believes is just.
He is considerate and caring.
His tone has always been welcoming, but the eyes are what fully pulls you in.
Extremely loyal, he will take things too far before abandoning a cause or backing down.
Aside from his few troubles, he also makes a good leader, and has the ability to influence anyone.

Here is a link to see what Rhushnorick looks like: http:///shadowriverpack/wolf.png (Ignore link until further notice.)

(From this point on, I just started making up random names. So they might not sound good, but they're sure as hell original. Lol.)

Sle'ghandri:
(NO LEMONS WITH THIS CHARACTER!!!)

Gender: Male

Strong and good-hearted, he will intervene in any situation if necessary.
A good fighter with a kind soul.
He is fierce and relentless in his attacks.
Sometimes the mind of the warrior he is takes control.
Is no longer part of a pack. He travels with his brother, Flandraku.
He will sacrifice anything, to protect him.
He is fighting a battle with himself to find out who he is.
Stuck teetering between the line of good and bad.
All he knows is that he must look after his brother until they find a place to blend in.

Flandraku:
(NO LEMONS WITH THIS CHARACTER!!!)

Gender: Male

A wolf with a difficult past.
After his brother, Sle'ghandri had an argument and fought with the alpha, they left their pack.
His brother left and he decided to follow him.
He is sometimes annoyed by his brother's seriousness and protectiveness, but knows he is just that way.
Kind, he often is nice to most strangers.
Is not a soft pushover however.
He's been in his fair share of fights and can handle himself.
Has uncontrollable bursts of aggression at times.
He is trying to help his brother find himself.
Knows his place in the world.
He follows his brother and tries to understand him.
It's just kind of hard when you're non-compatible, equally unstable, companions.

Coppersweet:
(NO LEMONS WITH THIS CHARACTER!!!)

Gender: Male
Species Canis Lupus Familiaris

A dog that is not fully aware of himself.
Strong and defensive.
Also kind and considerate.
He tries not to leave anyone out.
Often argues with his stronger, angrier brother.
He is nice and more laid-back than most of Nome's dogs.
His mother and father are deceased.
He is the age of 3, or 21.
He is on good terms with most of the other town dogs.
Tries as much as possible to calm his brother down.
Even though they have their difficulties, they are inseparable.

Bitter-Root:
(NO LEMONS WITH THIS CHARACTER!!!)

Gender: Male
Species: Dog, Canis Lupus Familiarus

Angry and a grouch.
Doesn't hate anyone.
He is just naturally a scrooge.
He doesn't intend to show the aggression he does.
Has different views on life than his brother.
Not so friendly, but still tries to be nice. (Most of the time.)
Is strong and protective of his brother and any friends that he may have, including Balto.
Even though he doesn't like his charismatic, smart brother that much, he still looks after him. (Cato)

Storm:
(NO LEMONS WITH THIS CHARACTER!!!)

Gender: Female
Species: Canis Lupus Arctos
Age: Unknown

No one knows her real name yet.
She is quiet and perceptive.
Fast and intelligent, she has that sixth sense; yet enhanced.
She has the ability to know of one's location, and can sense what's to come in the extremely near future.
She is ferocious and intimidating.
Her strong appearance is just a shield to who she really is.
Nice and understanding of anyone's situation.
There is a lot more to her that meets the eye.
She is also unique and very hard to predict.
Has good character and a pure soul.
Often thought to be a close relative of Aniu, due to her good nature and keen senses.

Here is a link to view what Storm looks like: http:///_W90V87w3sr8/TRQlPAzkDPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/UVmjpMpSkdE/s1600/Na28ArcticWolf.jpg

Acacia:

(Lemons allowed, IF I APPROVE FIRST!!!)

Gender: Female
Species: Arctic Wolf, Canis Lupus Arctos

Her name is Greek, which means "Innocent and Honest."
She fits her description.
She is innocent and honest.
It is nearly impossible for her to tell a lie.
Strong and quiet as well.
She is noble and brave.
Can overcome almost any obstacle.
Very stable and can handle herself.
Not too quick to rely on anyone.
No longer part of a pack.
Most of her pack was killed in a harsh winter storm when they became separated.
One of five surviving members.
Travels with her sister.
They don't often get along due to her independence.
Tries to help anyone she comes across and moves from place to place.
May finally have a place near Nome to stay.

Aleta:

(Lemons allowed, IF I APPROVE FIRST!!!)

Gender: Female
Species: Arctic Wolf, Canis Lupus Arctos

Her name is also Greek, which means "Traveler."
She can't stay in one place for long.
The sister of Acacia.
Adventurous and bold.
She is not afraid to speak her mind.
She is kind, yet reliant on others at times.
A little naïve, she doesn't always understand the way some things work.
Is accepting of anyone and everyone.
Doesn't mind making long detours or taking the, "difficult road."
Can talk to anyone and understands most people.
Trying to convince her sister to trust people and be more cooperative.

Cato:
(Lemons allowed, IF I APPROVE FIRST!!!)

Gender: Male
Species: Canis Lupus Familiarus
Age: 2 1/2 (17.3 in dog years)

Latin for "knowledgeable and wise."
He is exactly that.
Sort of like Doc actually.
He is young, yet experienced.
He is very capable, and his young age makes it easy for him to infiltrate and go undercover.
Versatile, he can get himself out of most situations.
Mother and Father no longer in Nome.
He is there with his only rude sibling, Bitter-Root.
The only problem is that his kind-heartedness has almost gotten him killed twice in the past.

Diesel:
(HELL NO!!! NO LEMONS WITH THIS CHARACTER!!! NO EXCEPTIONS!!! XC)

Gender: Male
Species: Canis Lupus Familiarus
Age: 4 1/2 (32.3 in dog years)

Brave, strong, and has an intimidating appearance.
Lives his life on the edge in a hollowed out shell.
Doesn't like talking to people too much.
He would rather deal with the task at hand and face facts.
His only true friend is Bitter-Root.
His brother, Coppersweet, is a friend to most dogs.
They don't often get along, but Coppersweet tries more.
Was part of the first litter of pups by their parents.
He is older and understands most situations better.
It's just that he always looks at them from the same, difficult viewpoint that no one else understands.

Forlorn:
(Lemons permitted. Ask first!!!)

Gender: Male
Species: No purebred designation. Malamute/Wolf mix
Age: 3 (21.4 in dog years)

Exactly what his name says.
He is lonely and has no friends whatsoever.
He feels weak, and abandoned.
His family left him when he was 2 weeks old.
No one has ever showed him any kindness.
He has extremely low self-esteem.
But, a life of abuse and neglect lead to intense anger.
He mostly shuts out the world, though they didn't let him in anyway.
All he ever wanted was a real friend.
He has been denied that for so long, and has been left alone, he doesn't even care what he does anymore.
And THAT'S dangerous.

My OCs-Random/RP

Johnathan:

Gender: Male
Species: Homo Sapien

A man that is mis-understood.
Everyone thinks that he prefers the more easy and violent way of dealing with things.
He is a Marine that usually recieves extended leaves due to his bravery.
Based on year, he has fought in 1 to 8 wars.
Cannot die unless you decide to alter his history.
He's not one for relationships or romance.
He is more realistic and has a serious outlook on everything.
Down to earth, you can talk to him about real things.
Not cocky or arrogant. He is humble and brave.
He has never been a pushover.
Soft-hearted yet can be a bit of a hothead.
Very persistent and stubborn.
Once his mind is made, he never changes it. No matter how much more sense the other option may make.
He has seen the most combat time out of anyone else. But he has also traveled the most too.
True to his word and extremely loyal.
He would lay down his life for anyone close to him.

NO LEMONS!!!

History:

John was born on August 21, 1740. He was a bright kid with a positive future.
He had a bit of a rough childhood nonetheless. His family never cared about him, and he had few friends.
When he reached the age of 19, he began studying medicine and technology at college.
When he graduated at the age of 25, he became a devoted doctor and researcher.
He looked for cures to illnesses and a way to expand horizons for technology.
After 6 years of being a doctor, he moved on to full-time researcher.
When one of his friends became ill from rabies, and died later on; he attempted to develop a treatment at 33 years old.
It took him a full year, but he succeeded. The only problem was that it worked all too well.
When he became bit and also infected with rabies, he treated himself as the first subject.
After 2 weeks he was cured.
But, over time, he noticed strange things.
When he received minor cuts, they would heal within hours.
When he was shot, and the ball went through his chest left of his heart and broke a rib; he healed in 3 days. (With remnants of a scar of course.)
At this point, it became clear to him what was happening.
He could not be mortally wounded...and he could not die. But he could not age either.
He stopped all research and destroyed most of the treatment.
When the American Revolutionary War was at it's climax, he signed up for the Marines after a year of service with the Continental Army.
That was when his military life truly began.

Here is a link to view what Johnathan would look like as a modern day Marine: http:///static/weblogs/photos/images/july09/khanjar_sm/strike01.jpg

Here is a link to see what he would look like in Afghanistan on patrol, near some mountains: http:///wp-content/uploads/afghan-war-marine-on-patrol-in-nabuk.jpg

Jake:

Jake F. Arrasmith was born on July 22, 1983.
He is a close friend of Johnathan.
Nice and calm.
Also is a U.S. Marine like his friend.
He is understanding and very dedicated to any cause.
He can be cocky and sarcastic a bit.
Enjoys jokes and pranks.
He is a good soldier and a better man.
He is loyal, but somewhat difficult to convince. Unless given a direct order.
Will do anything to protect his friends and those around him.
He has seen a lot of combat, but no one has seen as much as John.

Here is a link to view what Jake would look like: http:///photos/10/62/17/2302960/7/628x471.jpg

Dimitri:

Dimitri T. Berenkov was born on November 3, 1978.
Joined the U.S. Marines on March 9, 2007.
He is a friend to all of the men in his platoon.
Prefers light-hearted fun.
Has good sportsmanship.
Explosives expert for 3rd Platoon.
Currently the rank of Private.
Kind of like the platoon joker.
Takes his job seriously, but often denies the truth.
Of tight-knit Russian decent.
2nd generation born in the United States.
Respectful, but sometimes goes over the line.
Can become irritated easily.
Just trying to keep things calm, and tension low between the men.

For those of you who don't know what an APC is, here are two of the Stryker models: http:///2012/01/stryker-apc.jpg

http:///images/stories/LAND/LAND_new/Stryker_apc_400x301.jpg

For those of you who don't know what an Abrams tank is, here is the M1A1 model: http:///Military/Airshows/Thunderbirds-Over-Miramar/IMG437-3754-20D/210281796_EuSEc-L.jpg

My OCs-Alpha and Omega Fanfics/RPs

Shadow:

Gender: Male
Species: Canis Lupus Occidentalis
Age: 11 Years

Physical Appearance:

Fur: Mainly black with a white stripe running from the back of his head to his tail. Also has a white underbelly and a small patch of brown halfway down his tail, with a tip of white at the end. Black legs with white paws.

Eyes: Deep, piercing, icy blue. Grey colored skin around them.

Ears: Dark gray interior. Always at attention and upright. He lost the top half of his right ear in a battle two years prior to the events in 'The Battle of Jasper Park'. There is a patch of white on the back of his left ear.

Muzzle/Nose: Gray underneath with a patch of white on top before the nose. His nose is gray. Black whiskers.

Extras: He always wears a red bandanna he found on the side of a road one day when he was scouting with his now-deceased mate. It's a memorial of his travels and his mate. It also shows authority, in the sense that none of the other wolves wear anything of human creation. (Obviously including clothes.) He used to have a tracking chip placed by the humans on his ear, but that was lost in battle.

Personality: He is laid back most of the time nowadays. Still able to put up a decent fight if necessary. Good-tempered, mannered, and kind to most. If you're a stranger though, he'll remain suspicious and untrusting until he knows you a bit more. Unless of course you happen to be a warrior he's fighting alongside.

Backstory:

Shadow was born on November 6th, 2004 by the name of Seamus. This makes him older than Tony. He started off his life in the wild, but grew up to the age of two to be separated from his family and placed in captivity for a year. During that time, he met a female wolf by the name of Julie. They grew close, and decided on becoming mates. They didn't have much time in captivity however, as by the time they connected, they were released together.

Three weeks later, after traveling together, digging through human junk and finding a reddish-orange bandanna, and mating twice, Julie became impregnated with a litter of four. Everything seemed to be going well for them up until December 3rd, 2007. That was the day when everything changed.

When the couple was on a stroll near the northern border of Jasper Park, a lone illegal hunter happened to be nearby and sighted them before they even knew he was there. As they stopped for a short break, the hunter aimed down the sights of his rifle at Julie and pulled the trigger. The first bullet tore directly through her stomach area, thus killing her pups. Seeing as he was close enough, the hunter fired another shot, this time impacting her chest, and striking home at her heart.

She fell to the ground in immense pain, looking up at Shadow with tears of pain and sorrow in her eyes. She could barely squeeze out a final statement. "I...love you..Seamus..." She held her mate's paws for five seconds, before losing consciousness and fading into a world of black.

The male wolf stared down at his mate in disbelief, even as two bullets from the hunter's rifle flew overhead. He placed a paw on her chest lightly to feel for a heartbeat. There were two beats...and then nothing. She had died within a matter of seconds.

As the human closed in for the other kill, four wolves came up from behind Shadow growling at the former. Seeing he was outmatched, the hunter surrendered and retreated quickly before park rangers or police could show up. The wolves ceased their growling and approached Seamus. The leader of the group questioned him. "Mate...are you okay?"

Seamus said nothing, before grabbing the bandanna from around his deceased mate's neck and placing it on his. He then turned to face the foursome. He replied to their question in a way that...seemed sad yet odd.

"No. And I never will be again.." The leader looked down before facing him again. "What's your name?" Seeing this as an opportunity for a new beginning, he answered, "Shadow. The name's Shadow. Is there something I can help you with?"

They all looked at each other, before back to him again. The second in command spoke this time. "Actually... yes. You ever heard of the Northern Pack of Jasper Park?" Shadow nodded, to which the wolf kept speaking. "Well... we currently have leaders that... we don't really like. Maybe you could help us... 'impeach' them."

The male they were talking to pondered the idea, before facing them all and replying with a simple nod. They all headed to the Alpha family's den before entering and having a final 'talk' with their tyrannous leader.

Today, he is the current Alpha Male of the Northern Pack, leading single-handedly. That leads to a large amount of stress, but he's been able to take the pressure. His relations with the other packs aren't great due to a mistake in the last war they had that led to the deaths of members from every pack. So as of now, the Northern Pack is neutral. They only have contact with the other three main packs if absolutely necessary.

Danny:

Gender: Male
Species: Canis lupus occidentalis
Age: 6 1/2 (As of 2015)

Physical Appearance:

Fur: Mainly tan with various spots of brown on his body, including his underbelly. Has a patch of brown just before his nose, a line on the top of his head, and a large patch running across and down most of his back. His tail gets progressively darker as it goes on; being the darkest at the tip. Tan legs with the hind ones being brown around his paws.

Eyes: Piercing icy blue. Pink-ish skin around them.

Ears: Light tan to pink on the inside with the outer of the ear being tan like the majority of his fur. Usually always upright.

Muzzle: Very light gray underneath. His nose is pink-ish black and average size. He has black whiskers.

Extras: He has two scars that he received from a short fall in which he scraped up against two branches that cut deep in his side by his left foreleg.

Personality: He's usually nice, but is very cocky and sometimes thinks he's invincible. Tends to be arrogant a lot, but he still cares about his pack and their safety. Danny doesn't get angered easily, and he likes to talk a lot when he can. Prefers to be more social than secluded. He has a mate that is very into him and she is usually always at his side. If they didn't have a pack to lead, he'd be all she cared about. He doesn't like the Northern Pack, as he believes that they were responsible for causing his father's death in the war a few years ago.

Backstory:

Danny was born on July 17th, 2009 by his mother Samantha and his father Samuel. He was born alongside a litter of two other pups. They eventually were allowed to leave as they got older, and they did. He stayed and learned as much as he could from his mother and father. They raised him for a while until the war broke out against the rogues. Being allies with the Western Pack, they were drawn into the conflict as well.

The war went on for a few weeks, until it came to an end with the Western, Northern, and Eastern Packs being the victors. So what happened to the south?

Two weeks into the war, Samuel was sent out on a mission with fifty nine other wolves to assault the rogues that had taken control of the valley in the Western Pack. Everything was supposed to run smoothly, and it was projected that the rogues only had one hundred wolves in that area. But there were actually two hundred, and Samuel's task force became surrounded. With no other option, they fought until they collapsed from exhaustion. They had waged a great battle and took out most of the rogues, but their effort wasn't enough.

Samuel was killed during the battle along with all of the other wolves from the packs. Samantha was so stricken with grief that she had a heart attack when she heard what happened, so she died not long after. The Southern Pack was devastated at the loss of their leaders and nineteen of their other wolves. So they instantly withdrew from the war, leaving the other Jasper packs on their own.

Leadership was handed to Danny at the age of one and a half. And since the Northern Pack was in control of combat operations, he vowed to never work with them again.

My OCs - MLP:FiM Fanfics

Shadow Blade:

Gender: Male
Species: Pegasus
Age: Classified

Personality: Tends to be a bit of scrooge sometimes, but overall is a pegasus with the best of intentions for everypony. He is always willing to protect and serve the Equestrian citizens and can assist anyone out of a jam. Every once in a while, he may even show the slightest hint of laughter or a smile when around his friends and comrades.

Appearance: (Damn FF won't display the link any other way and I'm too lazy to describe as many details as I would love to. My apologies, folks.)

Place of Residency: Ponyville, Equestria

Backstory: (You'll see it soon enough. I have to decide whether or not to post it here on my profile or in a story somewhere.)

Occupation: Wonderbolt (Aerial Combat, Public Relations, and Reconnaissance Division) Rank/Rate: O-2 (1st Lieutenant)
Gender: Male (Stallion)
Height: 6 1/2 Hooves (Average)
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 342 Moons (28 1/2 Years old.)
Cutie Mark: Crossed Swords

Weapons Knowledge: Anything from a blade of grass to a remotely launched nuclear ICBM, he can operate.

Skill(s): Anything you need him to do, he can do it. He has the strength of Tirek, Tartarus, and ten dragons. Anything that comes this pony's way is going down; he can handle it. Aside from dealing with spiders in any way, shape, or form. He hates spiders and won't even go near them. He also has the intelligence of an old unicorn librarian, which is very surprising since a long time ago, he was quite the slacker when it came to books and studying.

Action Record:

Awarded the Silver Thunderbolt for exceptional skill and valor during Operation Powder Keg in [classified].

Was given the Medal of Courage for extreme bravery in the face of adversity. Continued and completed the mission with heavy wounds and hemorrhage during Operation [classified].

Presented and honored with a Purple Hoof for sustaining heavy injury in the above listed Operation [classified].

Licensing:

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