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Hehe I'm really proud of this one. 
I decided to redo the profile sheet for Breakwater because the last one is pretty lacking. The old one has a full body, but this has him in his Ironclad armour 
with a small update to his design. There's a lot of text, sorry! I wanted to fit everything onto paper 
and below is his history, with more text.
A few shoutouts:
predman1227 The classified affiliation is yours. ^^
MyNameIsJericho A few names in Friends are references. ^^
Background:
--Age: 57
--Birthplace: De'Trot
It did not take long for Breakwater to leave his foalhood behind and take it to the streets.
His real name is Bukama.
His mother died minutes after giving birth to him. His father was trampled by two unemployed teenagers because he "took their jobs" and was a "foreigner." At the age of nine seasons, Bukama stepped out his parents' tenement one last time and went off on his own.
He always considered himself lucky, however. At least ever since he attended school, he was always larger and stronger than all of his classmates. Because he seemed impervious to bullying and harassment, he chose to go out of his way to defend those who were terrorized. The many confrontations and scraps left him with many bitter enemies and idolizers. Enemies found friends and formed gangs. Those he protected spread rumours, everything from his being a knight to being a prince, alerting both those who wanted to recruit and those who wanted to fight.
After leaving home and school, he quickly landed himself a job as a nightshift glass worker. There he made his first two true friends, Dystopian Lightning (DL), a pegasus, and Diorsheen, a unicorn. DL would not speak of his past. Diorsheen, the youngest of the three, still lived with her parents and attended school. While Diorsheen returned home after her shift, he and DL would prowl the streets and "be champions to those oppressed." In reality, they were just a pair of naive street fighters.
The three's time at the glass factory was a little brief. DL left for Chicago, on invitation from a crime leader named Saule. Diorsheen left her job but stayed in De'trot. Bukama was lured away to an apparently well paying job: constructing a railroad from Ponyville, through the McIntosh Hills and into the Badlands, to The Other Lands in the south.
Aye, the pay for steel driving was decent, but it was worthless. As he and the crew laid track and hammered stakes, behind them awaited the Hell on Wheels, ready to reconstruct at the end of the day to separate the workers from their money. Here there was not a single day where someone did not fade away: some ran off to their deaths in the desert, some collapsed from exhaustion, dehydration, disease, heat, or cold. Some drowned and a few found themselves murdered. All they really saw were rocks and sand. There was no water. There were no trees.
The project was cancelled, with the rail terminating a few clicks south of what became Appaloosa.
After a good word put in by Dystopian Lightning, Bukama was also picked up by Saule. As a personal beau to Saule he "never really had to do anything besides wear the fancy tuxedo she bought for [him] and stay by her side. Well, except THAT one time..."
Here was where he gained his new name, Breakwater. During a party for an aristocratic family's debutante, a fight broke out between Bukama and the host's sons. To this day Bukama does not know their intentions though they seemed extremely hostile towards Saule. He threw them all off and profusely apologized to their father and mother, but they insisted the colts were just drunk. The deed was done. Word spread among the high society about a gentlecolt and knight named "Breakwater" Bukama, just and strong enough to ward even the ocean waves. The name Bukama gradually fell out of use and memory.
Looking handsome ended after that incident. Part of an idea to expand her "business" or reduce risks, Breakwater was sent far away to San Luis Coltispo ("Love, Califoalia") to study wine and viticulture. Smuggling alcohol into Equestria was becoming increasingly dangerous for both sides. SLC was a haven from Prohibition. As he studied, his master exploited Breakwater's fortitude and had him midnight run wagons of barrels to customers and associates in various cities. Under cover of night, travelling as the crow flies, avoiding killer trees and flesh-eating mist, running from bloodhooves and other monstrosities, and dodging the law (who really just wanted a cut of his load), they were hugely successful.
Last stops were always in Chicago. Around the same time as Breakwater's arrival from the seventeenth run, the Gryphon Kingdom to the east declared war on Equestria. After Saule released them and disappeared, Breakwater and Dystopian Lightning answered the draft: DL to the Wonderbolts and Breakwater into the Royal Guard. They briefly saw Diorsheen again; she was a volunteer in the hospital.
Equestria was caught off guard. The gryphons came on fifty silver ships guided by birds of cloth, with plumes of smoke. At a distance of over a dozen kilometers away, they launched rocks that exploded, leaving Fillydelphia and Baltimare as rubble. Waging war inland, out of range of the gryphon's steel whales, Equestria was able to defend herself. She utilized ancient forms of phalanxes, shielded by unicorn magic and covered by archers. The Wonderbolts had no place on this battlefield.
Under a corrupt military leadership and non-combatants calling for blood, Equestria decided to retaliate. But before that, she had to enhance her power. Breakwater and other soldiers of similar size and strength were formed into an experimental branch called the "Ironclads."
Each was encased in armour made specifically for each individual. They were equal in weight to the wearer, forged and enchanted by magic for indestructibility. There were no exposed gaps between the plate. The helmet had no holes to allow vision and tapered to the shape of a beak. The armour gave limited limb movement, forbidding them from running. Their horseshoes had a cross connecting the heel points together, for added strength, and hobnails, for added grip and lethality.
They were just one of a few biological weapons later deployed into combat.
The Gryphons came and withdrew in fifty great silver ships. Equestria enticed twenty dragons to join her cause. They carried the massive barges containing Equestria's army and flew across the ocean to the Gryphons' land. They literally cleared the landing zone with their flames and stayed by the shore, as ordered.
On land, it was not a war. It was not a massacre. It was effacement. Ironclads marched right through the Gryphons' ranks, crushing them underfoot, skewering them with pikes, and tearing them to ribbons with their billed helmets. Infernostrides, in which Breakwater could have sworn he saw Diorsheen, followed closely behind, burning all that they saw and leaving naught but a barren waste in their wake. The few remaining Devastators went alongside Infernostrides and levelled any buildings they came across, so long as there were no occupants inside. The rest of Equestria's army came last, trampling everything still around, be it flowers or cubs.
Their march ended upon reaching the capital city of Shara. There they laid siege for a thousand days, endlessly shelling the walls and gatehouses. The outer wall crumbled on the 573 day, taking the last Devastator with it.
Almost as suddenly as it began, Princess Celestia regained command of the army and ordered an immediate withdrawal from the Gryphon Kingdom. Upon returning, those that did not participate, or those that wanted a fight, cheered for them. They treated them like heroes. They had no qualms about the destruction and misery they caused.
The Ironclads and Infernostrides were disbanded, the experiments terminated, and their deeds never recorded. Everyone went their separate ways. Some found their homes to be just how it was when they left. Some had to leave. Some died or were murdered. Some still craved adventure and left for the Frozen North or the Barrier Lands. Others came home and found nothing.
Not even themselves.
I decided to redo the profile sheet for Breakwater because the last one is pretty lacking. The old one has a full body, but this has him in his Ironclad armour with a small update to his design. There's a lot of text, sorry! I wanted to fit everything onto paper and below is his history, with more text. A few shoutouts:
predman1227 The classified affiliation is yours. ^^
MyNameIsJericho A few names in Friends are references. ^^
Old one here: fav.me/d7tw6jz
Background:
--Age: 57
--Birthplace: De'Trot
It did not take long for Breakwater to leave his foalhood behind and take it to the streets.
His real name is Bukama.
His mother died minutes after giving birth to him. His father was trampled by two unemployed teenagers because he "took their jobs" and was a "foreigner." At the age of nine seasons, Bukama stepped out his parents' tenement one last time and went off on his own.
He always considered himself lucky, however. At least ever since he attended school, he was always larger and stronger than all of his classmates. Because he seemed impervious to bullying and harassment, he chose to go out of his way to defend those who were terrorized. The many confrontations and scraps left him with many bitter enemies and idolizers. Enemies found friends and formed gangs. Those he protected spread rumours, everything from his being a knight to being a prince, alerting both those who wanted to recruit and those who wanted to fight.
After leaving home and school, he quickly landed himself a job as a nightshift glass worker. There he made his first two true friends, Dystopian Lightning (DL), a pegasus, and Diorsheen, a unicorn. DL would not speak of his past. Diorsheen, the youngest of the three, still lived with her parents and attended school. While Diorsheen returned home after her shift, he and DL would prowl the streets and "be champions to those oppressed." In reality, they were just a pair of naive street fighters.
The three's time at the glass factory was a little brief. DL left for Chicago, on invitation from a crime leader named Saule. Diorsheen left her job but stayed in De'trot. Bukama was lured away to an apparently well paying job: constructing a railroad from Ponyville, through the McIntosh Hills and into the Badlands, to The Other Lands in the south.
Aye, the pay for steel driving was decent, but it was worthless. As he and the crew laid track and hammered stakes, behind them awaited the Hell on Wheels, ready to reconstruct at the end of the day to separate the workers from their money. Here there was not a single day where someone did not fade away: some ran off to their deaths in the desert, some collapsed from exhaustion, dehydration, disease, heat, or cold. Some drowned and a few found themselves murdered. All they really saw were rocks and sand. There was no water. There were no trees.
The project was cancelled, with the rail terminating a few clicks south of what became Appaloosa.
After a good word put in by Dystopian Lightning, Bukama was also picked up by Saule. As a personal beau to Saule he "never really had to do anything besides wear the fancy tuxedo she bought for [him] and stay by her side. Well, except THAT one time..."
Here was where he gained his new name, Breakwater. During a party for an aristocratic family's debutante, a fight broke out between Bukama and the host's sons. To this day Bukama does not know their intentions though they seemed extremely hostile towards Saule. He threw them all off and profusely apologized to their father and mother, but they insisted the colts were just drunk. The deed was done. Word spread among the high society about a gentlecolt and knight named "Breakwater" Bukama, just and strong enough to ward even the ocean waves. The name Bukama gradually fell out of use and memory.
Looking handsome ended after that incident. Part of an idea to expand her "business" or reduce risks, Breakwater was sent far away to San Luis Coltispo ("Love, Califoalia") to study wine and viticulture. Smuggling alcohol into Equestria was becoming increasingly dangerous for both sides. SLC was a haven from Prohibition. As he studied, his master exploited Breakwater's fortitude and had him midnight run wagons of barrels to customers and associates in various cities. Under cover of night, travelling as the crow flies, avoiding killer trees and flesh-eating mist, running from bloodhooves and other monstrosities, and dodging the law (who really just wanted a cut of his load), they were hugely successful.
Last stops were always in Chicago. Around the same time as Breakwater's arrival from the seventeenth run, the Gryphon Kingdom to the east declared war on Equestria. After Saule released them and disappeared, Breakwater and Dystopian Lightning answered the draft: DL to the Wonderbolts and Breakwater into the Royal Guard. They briefly saw Diorsheen again; she was a volunteer in the hospital.
Equestria was caught off guard. The gryphons came on fifty silver ships guided by birds of cloth, with plumes of smoke. At a distance of over a dozen kilometers away, they launched rocks that exploded, leaving Fillydelphia and Baltimare as rubble. Waging war inland, out of range of the gryphon's steel whales, Equestria was able to defend herself. She utilized ancient forms of phalanxes, shielded by unicorn magic and covered by archers. The Wonderbolts had no place on this battlefield.
Under a corrupt military leadership and non-combatants calling for blood, Equestria decided to retaliate. But before that, she had to enhance her power. Breakwater and other soldiers of similar size and strength were formed into an experimental branch called the "Ironclads."
Each was encased in armour made specifically for each individual. They were equal in weight to the wearer, forged and enchanted by magic for indestructibility. There were no exposed gaps between the plate. The helmet had no holes to allow vision and tapered to the shape of a beak. The armour gave limited limb movement, forbidding them from running. Their horseshoes had a cross connecting the heel points together, for added strength, and hobnails, for added grip and lethality.
They were just one of a few biological weapons later deployed into combat.
The Gryphons came and withdrew in fifty great silver ships. Equestria enticed twenty dragons to join her cause. They carried the massive barges containing Equestria's army and flew across the ocean to the Gryphons' land. They literally cleared the landing zone with their flames and stayed by the shore, as ordered.
On land, it was not a war. It was not a massacre. It was effacement. Ironclads marched right through the Gryphons' ranks, crushing them underfoot, skewering them with pikes, and tearing them to ribbons with their billed helmets. Infernostrides, in which Breakwater could have sworn he saw Diorsheen, followed closely behind, burning all that they saw and leaving naught but a barren waste in their wake. The few remaining Devastators went alongside Infernostrides and levelled any buildings they came across, so long as there were no occupants inside. The rest of Equestria's army came last, trampling everything still around, be it flowers or cubs.
Their march ended upon reaching the capital city of Shara. There they laid siege for a thousand days, endlessly shelling the walls and gatehouses. The outer wall crumbled on the 573 day, taking the last Devastator with it.
Almost as suddenly as it began, Princess Celestia regained command of the army and ordered an immediate withdrawal from the Gryphon Kingdom. Upon returning, those that did not participate, or those that wanted a fight, cheered for them. They treated them like heroes. They had no qualms about the destruction and misery they caused.
The Ironclads and Infernostrides were disbanded, the experiments terminated, and their deeds never recorded. Everyone went their separate ways. Some found their homes to be just how it was when they left. Some had to leave. Some died or were murdered. Some still craved adventure and left for the Frozen North or the Barrier Lands. Others came home and found nothing.
Not even themselves.
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You've read my story so you know who Theran is.
If you were to put Theran and Breakwater in a one on one fight and Break has his unicorn commander, who do you think would win?
If you were to put Theran and Breakwater in a one on one fight and Break has his unicorn commander, who do you think would win?