((Character Sheet/Picture))
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Name: Grey S. Byte
Race: Unicorn
Age: 556
Coat: Light gray
Mane: Navy Blue/Ox Blood Red
Eyes: Black
Affinity: Technology/Mechanical Things
Magic: Unmeasured, assumed deadly
Personality: Spontaneous at a controlled level. Tends to enjoy making friends; before making friends he acts normal and calm (semi-badass as well), afterwards he just looses all care for being normal and does whatever the hell he feels like.
Strengths: IS NOT TECHNICALLY ALIVE, IS A ROBOT. Can absorb more knowledge than a sponge can absorb water in less time. Provides free Wi-Fi everywhere ever. Has an abstractly long list of components and features built into his body to improve everyday activities. (I'll put that list out if people seriously want to see all the shit Grey can do. xD)
Faults: Go's into fits of rage when angered, can level a city. Can be very irrational at times. Get's very cocky/competitive. Tends to overdo EVERYTHING. Needs charging daily, sometimes multiple times in a day.
Family:
Nyrill (Father)
Shinedown Twinstar (Mother)
Romana T. Colgate (Current Wife)
Waveform (Son - Colgate=Mother)
Silent Dream (Daughter - Colgate=Mother)
Vincenza "Vinyl Scratch" Staccato (Ex-Wife)
Record Spin (Son - Vincenza=Mother)
((Non-immediate family excluded.))
History: (WALL OF TEXT TIME)
Born in 1472 in a secluded area of Fet Loch, Grey had a family that was anything but ordinary. His father was a zebra while his mother was a unicorn, but that wasn't what made it strange. What made it strange was how they lived. Their home, much like any other in Fet Loch was small and fairly scrubby, a hole in the wall here, a broken window there, etc. Nobody seemed to mind though, as this was normal for a town filled with thieves and murderers. Through the years of endless crime, Grey taught himself basic self defense techniques, most of which not having an origin but being overly effective. At age 3, before he had obtained his cutie mark, Grey's parents were both killed in a townwide massacre. He would have been too, had he not been out exploring. When he returned home, there was little to nothing even left of his house. Rafters hung from their previous placement, walls had been torn down, the works. The rest of the houses all had their own damages as well, be they on fire or simply torn down. Most of the townsfolk had died or were gravely injured in the process. Over the next few years, Grey lived alone, much of his time being spent thieving and fighting for his life, but soon enough, the world caught up to him. He was run out of town, along with anyone who was still alive, by a gang of ponies who looked wartorn and downright evil. He and the others all fled to a cave near a run down factory on the outskirts of town and stayed there for the rest of their short lives. Many died within the first week from sickness or hunger, but Grey somehow managed to truck on. He himself grew ill at one point and, seeing what had happened to the others who had fallen sick, decided he had to do something about it. Knowing there was no medicine around, Grey decided that fantasy would have to become reality. The stories he was read and imagined as a young foal would have to help him. He went to the factory and took anything he could. He spent a long time working and doing everything he could to stay alive, be that eating another pony for food, or drinking ocean water that he filtered with his magic. After about a year, he had built what he hoped could replace his heart and keep him alive a bit longer. Having only a single doctor still alive, Grey brought the piece to him and had it roughly implanted into where his heart once was. It worked. Grey's illness vanished within the next few days and he felt healthy as ever. Sadly though, by now, everyone else had gone comatose or had died. Grey lived alone again for a long portion of his life and one day, the sickness returned. It wasn't the same this time though, his blood was turning black from the mechanical heart he had made. He knew what he had to do now to survive, and that was to create the rest of his body the same way he had created his heart. It was a grueling process in doing so, but now that he had a basic idea of what was happening, he managed to do so in about the same time as before, assembling and changing pieces of metal with his magic and getting more from the factory more than once a day. After a while, the body was done. The issue was getting in it. Grey shrunk the body using a spell he learned from his mother and carried it with him like a toy back to the old factory. In it, he found a computer. He gave up on everything he had taught himself or had planned and used the computer and a toaster that had been on the floor nearby to create a makeshift brain, which he shrunk and put into the body. Less than a day later, Grey had devised a spell and a potion that would, upon ingestion, allow him to cast a spell that would transfer his memories onto the computer brain and later, upon sleeping, his soul. The first part of the process worked perfectly, but the second never seemed to go through. He just woke up sick every time. Eventually though, Grey's dying day came and his life came to a temporary end. He had understood the spell wrong. It wouldn't transfer his soul upon sleep, it would transfer it upon death. The next morning, he woke up in the body he had created and was amazed to see it had worked. He continued living on from then in his body of metals, and over the course of his life, built and rebuilt new models of this body. It wasn't until he was the age of a stallion that he actually realized that the creation of this body had given him his cutie mark. The controller portion represented childhood and past times, while the componentry section told of his technological genius. He had never bothered to check before, but now that he saw it, he loved it. After about three more years, he realized he had perfected his body type. Even added faux fur and everything to it to make it look real. And body after body, he transfered himself. He loved during his newfound life, but he lost as well. His wives all withered and died before his eyes, as he no longer aged unless willing himself to do so. His children all aged and died as well. These memories proved to be his killing point that made him loathe himself to no end, while still being thankful for his own life. The body he is in now has been the body he has been in for years. He has been repairing and updating it whenever needed and keeping it in top shape, and at the current time, it is no longer being updated. He has completed himself and has stayed as he currently is for the past 93 years. Grey has become the new immortal being of Equestria, but could only keep the title if he created more and more bodies for his soul to be transfered to. As of two days prior to typing this, he has been transfered to his final body. He doesn't plan on making more, as the amount of revitalization systems and anti-death spells he has learned should keep him alive for a very long time.
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The day had started out much like any other. Grey woke up, unplugged himself from his charging dock and proceeded up from his room and into the radio station to start the morning show. Grey was one of the two owners and creators of Equestria's one and only Shattered Sounds FM and was entirely in charge of the talk shows and callers. With a shake of his mane and a clear of his throat, he sat down at his chair and grinned happily with the knowledge that nearly all of Ponyville was listening. He went through his daily routine, did a short recap and heads-up of yesterday and today's activities, and when he was done, it was already 11 AM. It was time for his partner to take over the show for a good while and for him to go roam about and do whatever.
~LATER THAT SAME DAY~
Grey was wandering about the Everfree forest, just exploring really. The tree's and wildlife fascinated him each and every time he set foot outside his own house, they never got old and could last for a very long time like he could. It was after a few moments that he realized that he had forgotten to go into the Ponyville market and pick up food and he scolded himself harshly for this.
'Starting Process 63-B: Jets Initiating...' a computer sounding voice spoke from within Grey's mind, his body slowly lifting off the ground as a small jet blast began to life him. Each of Grey's feet had been upgraded to have jets in them just recently, but he had already gotten the flight thing down with them. Once all four jets were powered up, a small ding went off, and Grey shot up into the air, soaring towards Ponyville's market to obtain the edible goodies he and his companions would need.