Fallout: Equestria Guardian

I never wanted to kill people for money. Being a strong fighter and a fast flyer, I could have been one of the best mercenaries of the Talons. But, I did not want to live with killing possibly innocent people for bottle caps. My brother and my wife died on the job. My mother will never fly again. My whole family has been affected. I did not want to help the devastation grow.

My real name is Truth Matters. My mother, Hope Matters, always believed that honesty was the best policy. But I earned my nickname, Slice, after killing a Hell Hound with two blacksteel--an extremely strong steel with a black texture--katanas. After that feat, I was going to be the youngest mercenary to follow the Talon contract. After my first mission, I decided to quit. Here is the thing about Talons: if you do not want to become a mercenary, you are banished, and, if you are banished, you have your wings cut off, symbolizing that your freedom was taken from you. But I learned to deal with the pain of wingless travel.

I was allowed to keep my weapons of choice: two blacksteel katanas and one Uzi. Since then, I have traveled the Equestrian wasteland, seeking solace or a purpose for my being. This is the story of me finding that purpose, finding solace. Enjoy.

-- Truth Matters