Yay! Second OC backstory is up, now remember this is the second of five OCs... ive already got one more accepted and there's two more spots open. Just post some more ponies and yours might end up in my next full fledged fanfic. Oncensgain all backstories to Ocs that are being used in any of my future stories will appear here. If you forget who somepony is, or just met a new one, check back here for an introduction or refresher

The young colt was brushing his teeth in front of an old mirror. The place he lived in was old and in need of repairs, but at least it was a roof over his head. Some water dripped onto his head from the hole in the ceiling, it was a miracle it wasn't gushing like it usually did when it rained. The colt decided that he had brushed enough and rinsed oit his mouth. He then moved onto his mane. It was a sickly shade of green, once light and lively like the new leaves of spring, but now covered in a layer of grime acquired from living in the orphanage. Just like his hair, his body was covered in dust. Even though his body was usually the brown of fresh saplings, the dirt and smoke from his caretakers' chimney had turned it the color of mud. While he didn't have a parental figure in his life, never knowing either of his parents, these dirty ponies were all he had. Of course they'd had no choice in the matter, Celestia herself had demanded they take him in. Whay she didn't know is that they'd make him pay for ever being born. They forced him to work as soon as he was old enough to walk. After school he came straight home and worked. He never complained because he didn't want them to get angry at him. He hated violence. As he finished making his mane look presentable, the school chariot arrived.

"Olive Branch! Get down here, you're gonna be late fer school!"

"Yes, Mrs. Sharp." Of course out of all of Canterlot, he got stuck with these two uneducated ponies. They were beyond stupid in his opinion, the only thing either of them could do was come up with ways to insult people. They weren't the 'sharp'est tools in the shed(hah I've gotta remember that one), outside of insults. Of course he still walked out the door all the same.

"Hey twig! What's your broke mommy tellin' ya now? I bet she's tellin' ya that you'll never grow up to be succesful, that youll end up a bum like your ugly retarded dad. Or maybe you'll just die, like your real parents." These hurtful comments came from the school bully, Chump Change. Everyday he would try to get Olive to fight back, giving him an excuse to punch the colt without getting into a lot of trouble. Olive doubted that anyone would care if he did anyway, but Chump always tried to push him over the edge. Olive had gotten used to these things by now though. He had gotten tyem into a sort of schedule in his head. 'Wake up, get insulted by mom. Get ready, get insulted by dad. Go on the chariot, get bullied by Chump. Rinse wash and repeat.' Everyday was another addition to the monotony of his life.

"Chump, do you really have to do this now, I'm doing my homework."

"Well maybe if you weren't such a twig you could stand up for yourself."

"Can't this wait till later?" Suddenly a large and menacing grin spread over Chump's face.

"Ya know what, sure. Thats 'perfectly' fine with me."

Olive was a bit unnerved at the sudden change of heart in the bully, but attributed it to him getting bored. He went on with life as normal. Class one, break, class two, lunch, first aid, class three, go home. On his way home, Olive was hounded by the suspicion he was being followed. He glanced around nervously, his green mane flying in front of his eyes.

"I really need to trim these bangs, I must look like a girl with them this long." Suddenly he had his legs knocked out from under him. As he was registering what had happened, two hooves pulled him into an alley. He was struggling to get free when he felt a heavy weight sit on top of him. He could barely breathe, making coughing noices as the life was crushed out of him. Right as he thought he was going to pass out, the weight got off of him. He decided to try and get a better look at his captors. As soon as he saw the bits on their flanks he almost cried. It was Chump Change and his gang of thugs. The three were notorious for causing trouble. But they had something special in mind for him. They all gathered around him, watching lke buzzards waiting for their prey to die.

"Oh, hello there Olive, I see you've met my friends here. I've done as you asked and waited 'til later. I think it will please you to know that I'm going to beat you with my own hooves today, no more indirect punches in the guts, no more 'accidents'. It's just you, me, and my hooves." On that last word he put some metal shoes on. Before the bully could land even one blow however, somepony tackled him, sending him flying at least fifty feet. The pony didn't waste anytime in dispatching the other two. It kicked one in the nose and clopped the other one on the temple. As they both shrank to the ground, the pony picked up the extremely worn out Olive and flew him over the houses, finally landing at the Canterlot ER. As the pony put Olive on a stretcher and sent him off with one of the doctors, olive heard a few words from the conversation. "Change gang...mugging...severely injured..." From what he could tell the mysterious savior was definitely a mare. She spoke in a fairly high pitched voice, and batted her eyelashes at the doctors. Soon he was slipping into a deep sleep from the anesthesia.

When he woke up, all he could feel was the pain in his hind legs and on his ribs. He tried looking down which only made him wince in even more pain. On his chest there were several layers of bandages, stitches, and blood splotches. His legs were in no better condition. They were literally nothing but stitches, they didnt even bother putting bandages on them, the blood had soaked into the bed. Apparently his injuries were much worse than he thought, or remembered. When he last was up all he felt was a soreness in his ribs. Now he had nothing but cold reality to hold onto while embracing the pain of his injuries.

"Oh good you're awake Olive."

Olive looked over and saw the princess.

"Pri-princess. Why are you here?"

"Well I came over for my yearly visit to check up on all the homes around here. I heard about a mugging and came to see the problem."

"Heh. Well surprise I guess. But you didnt have too, there was a mare who came to save me."

"Oh really olive, what was her name."

"I don't know, she just left."

Celestia began to think, about what to do with Olive.

"Olive, how would you like to travel around equestria?" She hoped the question was yes so he cold get away from the sharps.

"Princess, I'd love to." She smiled as he eagerly accepted.

"Very well you shall begin in the morning. My advisor will see you off."

"Thank you princess!"

The mext morning Olive got in the hot air balloon. As he looked back at canterlot for the last time, he made himself a promise... "I will find that mare, and I will help the innocent as she saved me."