Fallout: Equestria - Cold Blooded Nightmare

I have been living in Stable Forty-Five for a few years now. I haven't really found my place in the Stable yet, but it is times like these that make you realize what an outcast you must seem; younger than most of the other ponies, smaller in size and got your cutie mark last. I've never really been the sociable type, but down here, things are different than what I imagined it to be like from the outside. Not that I would really know that.

Stables were cold, but not enough that I'm complaining. The walls were mostly made of concrete, and the rest made from metal. Life really isn't so bad down here, I guess. At least I had a family down here. Well, actually just my dad and my brother.

Even though we are siblings, our relationship isn't actually all that I hoped for. He may be nice to me, but sometimes he can be very different in terms of attitude.

As for my dad, he worked as a technician down in maintenance, fixing and maintaining PipBucks. What is a PipBuck? Well, its basically just a computer that is placed around your wrist like a bracelet, apart from it is more complex than that. It can detect radiation as well as hostiles, but that is called a E.F.S. (Eyes Forward Sparkle). I can't say that I cared for the things, but they did prove useful to me occasionally. Other than that, it comes with something called S.A.T.S.(Stable-Tec Arcane Targeting Spell). I'm not one for using a firearm, and from what I hear, although I wouldn't know it in truth, some citizens in the Stable do have weapons of their own, not that I'm eager to have one for myself, but what S.A.T.S. does is aid the weapon user in targeting his victim. (hopefully that won't be me or anyone else other than an appropriate target).

And my cutie mark? Well...I'm not a mare of many talents, and even tried doing some things to find what my special talent was, and as much as I didn't want it to be what I hated, but of course, for unlucky-old-me, it just had to be something I wasn't too keen on, or at least something I didn't want to call my special talent. My cutie mark was a burning pink rose. As weird as it sounds, my talent was making perfumes and herbal related things, but that only came in handy in terms of medicine. Although, I must say that being a unicorn does help out a bit. At least I don't have to get my hooves dirty...

My name is Crimson Skies, by the way.

Nice to meet you.