Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26998060-20180806001050/@comment-27661770-20180813095541

(Name: John Bergens MacAllister

Appearance: Gray humanoid horse man who usually wears clothes you would associate with a veteran. Occasionally has a crown made of twisted metal: it's not just for show but he'll be damned if it means people fear him enough to not approach him.

Powers/Abilities: Crack shot with extreme mental fortitude. And when I say extreme I mean: Good luck brainwashing thid man.

Unfortunately his body is less resilient than hus mind. He has an impenetrable fortress for a brain but a bullet puts him down judt as easy.

SPECTRA pistol rounds, however, are ntablyn more dangerous. Solid SPECTRA liquefies instantaneously on exposure with oxygen, and it's approximated that a gallon of liquid freezes doen to roughly a twentieth of a gallon. And it's suspected to have negative pH, though with unique properties that make it containable in glass.

Bio: A king of a broken world.

When one says Equestria, they think sunshine, rainbows .and occasionally mishaps that all turn up sunny for all parties 99% of the time. The heroes always win, and nobody even has to die most of the time.

But after some years, this was apparent that it was not the case anymore. First, the pink one seemed to go insane, killing her best friend. Then the scientist. Then the white one seemed to fantasize about being killed by the pink one, and became a borderline criminally insane masochist. The yellow one isolated herself to her basement, claiming an unknown number of victims before being shot dead by the orange one.

And then it really went to shit when the blue one turned out to have orchestrated a worrying amount of things, leading a military force out of the shadows and crushing the literal embodiments of the sun ahd the moon under her boots.

The orange one was the last one alive and sane.

John MacAllister had the unfortunate privelige of watching her lose her sanity after the "man of the house"did something horrifying that prompted her to execute him. All her friends, insane. Her sister, dead. Her farm, failing. Her world, collapsing.

And so her mind went the way of the world. One day her long term guest caught her choking someone to death with apples, planning to bury them in the orchard like many other bodies.

The round that entered her skull was the most somber bullet John had fired, and would ever fire. He hoped that people did okay.

But as he found himself in charge of a rebellion that he ultimately kept from failure and thus death, he very quickly realized they might be in the worst timeline.

Yet he would not yield. It can't get better if you quit.

All the heroes, villains or dead. All the villains that could have swapledroles, hunted down ahd killed, to knowledge.

Even as the Rainbow Factory crashed to the ground, left to rudt and rot like the empire its tyrant of an owner had created, John felt the weight of the crown bear heavy.

They proclaimed him their king in that moment.

Poor man probably didn't know he was hours at most from that title being on the verge of collapse. As well as the rest of his newly self-declared dominion.

And if it went .so would he.)