(A-N: This first chapter is just the general back ground of my character Gearlock, and will be the only chapter to be in Gearlock's point of view. Not I changed my mind.)
I was never a real popular pony growing up, and I didn't really care. To me, friends were not something I wanted to understand or have. I preferred my hard metal and dirty grease to the soft touch of a friend's hoof during a game of tag. But I'm getting a head of myself. My name is Crimson Tag, but everyone knows me as Gearlock. That's because of my special talent, building. But not like houses, I can make things out of metal very easily, mostly machines and engines. I learned about my ability on the same day I got my cutie mark, which just so happens to be the start of my tale, back when I was 8...
My dad and I were down at the train yard where he worked. He was talking to some pony about Luna knows what, when I happen to notice that there was a large scrape pile of metal just sitting around. So me being a young filly thought, 'I'll take a look.' What I found was nothing worth keeping, but still had it's uses.
As I sat looking through some of the metal an idea took shape in my head. Followed by images of what I wanted to make. It wasn't that simple though, all I had in my head was the most simple of blueprint. But as I was about to find out, it was enough.
I started putting things together, this gear here, hold that piece with magic, and bend it with my hoofs. Overall it took me a good hour to finish the toy, it was ugly but it had a personality of it's own. I wanted to show my dad, but as I look for him he wasn't where I l left him at, so I tested the toy by myself. It work, somewhat as expected, the top peace, a small fan from something, was suppose to fly high in to the air when a string was pulled; but instead the fan hardly got air.
Even though it was a failure, I still felt proud. I still have that old fan too, because that fan became my cutie mark, somewhat. My cutie mark is a fan over top of a gear.
The next ten years were really boring so I just give you the simple truth, I was trained in the arts of a blacksmith. My master's name was Silver Gear, and I hated him for the first three years or so. All he had me do was study the weight, density, rarity, and melting point for all the metals commonly used. After that I started to like the guy, heck my nickname derives form his name. Anyway's after the basic knowledge was gain he spent the next 7 years teaching me the art of smithing.
After ten long year of working with Silver I was released as his student and was now just a friend and peer.
For the next two years I work to improving some of the modern coal engines that run in the express trains, and also working on some inventions of my own. Nothing got finished though, do to city laws.
Any who, that's my life up till I moved to Pony Ville. I came out here about a week before the wedding some princess was having, that got attack, to making testing easier. With the wide open spaces I can turn the heat up, but right know that's not important right know. What is important know is to know that I had nothing to do with the attack!