Ok so heres the background story for the first accepted OC: Gunslinger (ps. Im pretty sure thats a game on xbox or ps3 or something). I picked him because I pictured him with a texas heritage. Since im from texas, although i dont live there anymore, i felt that i would be able to portray him quite naturally. So here it goes.

A light blue colt stood in front of a mirror. He was deathly nervous. Today was his first gunshow. His dad was hosting the tournament at his gun shop in Ponyville. Today was his big day. He checked his dark brown mane one last time, his pink streaks had earned him a lot of insults in school, but he hoped today they would help him stand out from the others. He picked op his hat. It had heen given to him by his father who said it reminded him of his grandparents' ranch out west. It had been worn so many times that it had been perfectly moulded to his head. As he adjusted his hat in the mirror, he made sure that his bright lively blue eyes weren't covered. He'd need all the visibility he could get today. He was so intent on making himself look good for everypony, especially the fillies although he would never admit it, that he didn't notice his mother walk into the trailer.

"Honey, the junior division competition is starting. I think you ought tah get going soon." The gentle mare came over and fixed his hat and tie. It was these little things that made Gunslinger smile. He hugged his mother and was strenthened by her loving warmth.

"Ma, what if I mess up. Ahm not even eight yet. Everypony else is already ten. Ah don't think ah can do this." The timid colt looked down at the ground. His mother had a warm look in her eyes. She reached into one of her saddlebags and pulled out a bron box.

"Now don't go tellin' your pa that ah gave this to ya before the competition was over. We were gonna give it to ya when ya inished, but ah think that y'all could use it now." She handed him the box. He took it in his front two hooves and used magic to undo the latch. As he opened it his heart jumped.

"Ma! Is this the new six shooter pa was talkin' about?" He held a pistol in his hand. It was silver with gold accents, a true show gun. Engraved on the muzzle was Gunslinger in flowing curvy script that he isntantly recognized as cursive.

"You betcha honey. We thought you'd like it." She reached into uer bag and pulled out a new leather holster harness. After she helped him put it on, she couldn't help but think how much he looked like his father.

"Now go out there and give 'em a run fer their money!"

Gunslinger had been waiting in line for the past ten minutes. The sun was beating down on him and his solar shield wasn't helping at all. Thirteen colts and eleven fillies had gone before already, and there was a colt up right now. As the colt fired and hit the last target the judges announced he had gotten the course done in a whopping one minute-forty-five-seconds. Now he was really nervous but he couldn't let the judges see that. Thats when the loudspeaker said:

"Next up, contestant twenty five, Gunslinger."

The liht blue colt with the brown and pink mane walked out onto the stage. He loaded his gun and put it back into its holster.

"On your mark...get set...go!"

On the last word Gunslinger pulled out his gun and fired off all six shots each hitting a target. With his magic he spun the canister and placed a bullet in each slot. He repeated this process six more times, hitting the targets with every bullet. He didn't even notice when he had finished hitting all the targets until ue realized he was out of bullets. As the hollow click of his trigger sounded through his head he reholstered his gun. He turned around to look at the judges. What he saw surprised him. All the judges not to mention the crowd was silent and mouths hung agape at every angle. At first he thought he had done something wrong, and that they were looking at him trying to figure out what was wrong with him. But they weren't, they were looking up and behind him. As he turned around he was too shocked to react. On the board, tuere was a picture of him side on, mouth agape, next to the time it took him to hit 42 targets...exactly thirty seconds.

"La-lay-ladies and gent-gentlecolts... I give you this year's junior division champion. Gunslinger! With a record breaking thiry seconds on the 42 target course, i think we can agree he has surpassed all expectations and earned his cutie mark with flying colors."

Indeed. Upon his flanks there was now twin show guns. They were identical to the one he now had holstered. As he walked over to the winner's pedestal, everypony shook his hand and gave him a pat on the back. He took the prize gun, which was a jewel encrusted six shooter. He walked over for a photo op with his mother and father. The photopony gave them a copy of the picture immediately. As egerything rushed hy in quick succesion the colt became quite light headed. He was surprised to see he was now at home and in his own bed. As his parents left the room and turned the light off they placed his new guns and the photo on his nightstand.

Something wasnt right, Gunslinger couldn't breathe. He opened his eyes and teared up. Smoke consumed the whole room. He immediately graabed his guns, his hat and his picture and ran out.

"Mom, *cough cough*, dad! Where are y'all?" He ran out into their yard. They lived on a settlement near everfree forest so they had a large yard where they kept cattle. Gunslinger ran out to the pile of burning debris in the middle of thei4 lawn which he assumed is where their gazebo had been. He lifted the debris off the ground and found his parents underneath. He could see from the amount of burns all over her face that his mother was already dead. He grabbed his father and put him on his back. He half ran, half teleported all the way to ponyville hospital. He ran in and was immediately surrounded by doctors. They levitated his father onto a gurney as he was carried into a white room. As soon as he hit the bed he passed out. When he woke up again he looked around the pale pristine room. He saw a nurse standing next to his bed.

"Pardon me ma'am, but could ya please tell me how my father's doing."

"Oh don't worry sweetie, your father is stable right now, he actually asked to see you."

"Can you take take me to him?"

"Sure thing sweetie."

She led him over to the ER recovery rooms. They walked down blinding white hallways with flickering lights. As they passed each doorway Gunslinger heard pained moans. They reached the end of the hallway and they walked over to the room on the left.

"All right sweetie, this is it, if you need anything please call."

"Ah will."

He walked into the room and walked over to his father's side.

"Pa, who did this to you. Who killed ma and tried to burn us down?"

"The manticore."

From that day on Gunslinger had held a grudge against the manticore. Soon after his father had spoken to him he died. Gunslinger went to live with the only other rural family in ponyville the apples.