Gender: Female, Build Size: Petite, Height: 5'0", Hair Color: Brown, Hair-Length: To Shoulder, Age: 31, and Main Disability: Autism.
A human who was thrown from his world and brought to equestria as a pony dragon hybrid. I will use the powers I have gained to protect everyone as the bearer of the element of darkness
Otherwise known as Alastor Deer Daddy~
Hi everyone! RainbowThunder is here. I am Russian pegasister (yes, even if I have stallion on avatar), who practices English in fanfic writing. And I like ponies. That's all.
hi everybody i'm a brony i love mlp creepypastas stories but i also love groups that are in fimfiction
''I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words; I scatter them in time and space … a message to lead myself here.''-Rose. The new profile pic is by RiverMoon
"I wan't to be someone who can make everyone around me smile, someone people can lean on when they're feeling a little down and out."-Asuna
"Take me away to a dream and I will live like it was real, wake me up to reality and I'll live it like it was a dream."
Not really a brony, just interested in reading everything I can get my hands on.
All things considering i am related to celestia and luna just look at my main all im missing is a pair of wings but don't worry that will happen soon.
"Jimmy Hook's the Name, Transformations is my Game" (Victim of The Cursed Gift since September 2016)
A leaner of SFM who writes ocassionally
I try to write the best I can. Feel free to leave me a comment (I prefer positive ones but any feedback is better than none at all). I appreciate stories that are well written and skillfully executed.
"...as for the Why: beyond the obvious financial motivation, it's exceedingly simple... because I can."
I am a very recent brony as well a fan of Spike and Shining Armor and a first time writer, so wish me luck!
Feel free to check out my FurAffinity Page: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/ryeazul/
Flawed minds trapped within impotent shells, functioning in an all too corrupted system; how could we possibly comprehend the heights of our own ignorance... when our very souls are left to rot?