Name: Haywire

Race: Earth Pony

Gender:  Male

Age:  Mid-Twenties

Physical Description:  Male earth pony standing a little shorter than the average stallion. His coat is green and his hair is Brown and kept short and mostly unkempt with little care afforded to its fashion whenever not on a stage. A pair of orange goggles tinge the shade of his blue eyes and he has never been seen without them. His cutie mark is a wild mass of wires coming out of what looks like a small damaged machine, the purpose of which not even Haywire knows.
Upon one of his front ankles is wrapped a device. Its small, silver, and host to several buttons which light up and flash many different colors. At first glance this could be mistaken as a bracelet and is referred to as such by Haywire. Much like his goggles, Haywire goes nowhere without this and is highly reluctant to part with it under any circumstances. Ever since the accident that leveled his old workshop, Haywire has adopted a light jacket for the sake of keeping the sun off his back as he travels, it sporting many a stain from oil and other such things picked up from various workshops and garages. Pretty much everything he owns is kept in his small saddlebag and pockets of his jacket.

Special Talent:  Mechanical engineering

Likes:  Meeting new people. Being introduced to new concepts, ideas and devices. Being helpful and providing assistance whenever he is able. Taking apart or tinkering with whatever machine he can get his hooves on to see how it works. Showing off his inventions. Blinky lights.

Dislikes: Talking about himself. Haywire loves learning about others should they wish to share but is very shy when it comes to discussing his early life or long term goals. Obviously, those who intend to pry will leave a bad taste in his mouth and will severely harm relations as he would never do such a thing himself.

Haywire is used to but never the less despises being underestimated.

Anyone who attempts to tamper with his devices without his express permission can come off as annoying for the stallion. This goes double for anyone thinking about touching his bracelet, such an attempt treating the guilty party to the rare sight of Haywire legitimately losing his temper.

Haywire has a strong aversion to causing harm towards others and normally opts to be a pacifist in most situations as he wishes for his inventions to only ever serve as a positive force in the world.

Strengths: Confusingly durable, Haywire can survive a ton of punishment. His inventions often explode in his face, electrocute him, set him on fire and so on and he only ever views this as a momentary distraction as he soon returns to his work with frazzled hair and a singed coat.

He also is very good at thinking outside of the box and in a way most would not, this providing him with a unique perspective in most scenarios despite this usually manifesting in gibberish to most and sometimes being too confusing to be of help.

Haywire is extremely friendly and is easy to make friends with as he is always overjoyed to meet someone new and learn about their experiences and interests.

Haywire’s bracelet is a one of a kind device that he has never divulged the details of to anyone. It is one of his most prized possession with the reasons for this becoming obvious the moment it is put to use. Through a few presses of a couple of blinky buttons haywire is able to filter from the bracelet a malleable silver substance that starts in a near liquid form before solidifying into a shape of his choosing. The process takes a mere few seconds and ends when the substance becomes a perfect replica of the item Haywire desired, complete with accurate coloring and comparable physical properties. Haywire uses this device to form the tools he needs to work, but there is no reason to believe it could not be used for creating countless other small items or being re-purposed for other things. The largest tool haywire has ever created with this bracelet was a pry bar. When finished with his tools Haywire is able to melt it back down into its original form and funnel it back into the bracelet for storage. Despite its versatility, Haywire cannot actually create anything he wishes with this device as he needs to first be familiar with whatever he has in mind. As an example, Haywire could never create a key for a lock without first having a key at hand to model it after as the design would be too complex and unique to guess. Anything made by the bracelet can only temporarily hold its form if separated from Haywire and will melt after a short time.

Aside from his bracelet Haywire often has a myriad of small gadgets that may or may not be of use with whatever he doesn’t have at hand being only a scrap pile away from being constructed.

Haywire travels with a mechanical bird modeled after common species such as blue jays and robins, and was built many years ago. His name is Bubo and he is shy and prone to imitating a statue among new ponies. Bubo is highly intelligent considering his imperfect construction and size and serves as an inseparable assistant to Haywire who very rarely leaves his side. His small size makes it difficult to help with most tasks – as does his sudden lock ups and technical hiccups plaguing the two on occasion – but his durability is on par with Haywire’s and his ability to fly comes in handy quite often. Regardless, its Bubo’s companionship and support that Haywire values the most.

Weaknesses:  Haywire is one hundred percent broke. Without even a bit to his name he is forced to scrounge scrap for his work and as a result is limited when it comes to producing new inventions and machines. He is also homeless and can come off as insane should someone be introduced to him in the middle of one of his solo brainstorming sessions. Food for Haywire is often limited to the grass he can legally graze and travel is often done by hoof. The combination of his current lot in life and his appearance often works against him when trying to find work.

While most of what he creates is too unstable to be of interest to anyone, haywire’s bracelet has obvious value. This along with his lacking in a secure place to store his things and reluctance to harm others can make him a target for thieves and such should they learn of its value.

Haywire’s pacifism can make him of little use in an offensive situation. He will do his best to prevent harm all day, but if asked to provide a weapon or means to attack another person he may only disappoint.

Haywire was a drop out who never even finished primary school. Most terms and concepts taught by a proper education is lost on him and as such he can come off like a fool with his own made up words and descriptions for his inventions making little to no sense to anyone other than himself.

Fears: Being nobody.

Bio: Haywire is an energetic and friendly pony hailing from a small rural town in the middle of nowhere. Showing an affinity for machines at an early age, Haywire is mostly self-taught when it comes to building and repairing his own tech and was one of if not the best mechanical engineer to come out of his little corner of the country at the time. Once reaching early adulthood Haywire set out into the world to impress its inhabitants, eventually building Bubo and finding his way to Manehattan then establishing a workshop with which he would start building a reputation and name for himself up until it’s destruction during a particularly explosive test run of a new invention. For whatever reason, Haywire opted to return to traveling after the collapse of his workshop and has been seen all over the place since helping where he can and showing off his inventions.

Extended Bio: Have you ever been so bored with life that you could hardly focus on anything at all? Just drifting through the day failing to have anything really grab your attention then retreating into a realm of daydreams where stuff actually happened? Haywire has been this bored. In fact, he was this bored for most of his early childhood. Once he’d developed enough to recognize what things were, Hay found his home to be somewhat bland. Born to two farmhands out in the sticks of western Equestria, the rolling fields and beautiful scenery that such a rural area offered were nice and all, but he always felt it was lacking a certain spark. Something fantastical and exciting that could keep him awake and spend less time just staring at the sky and wishing for divine intervention.

Fortunately for Hay, relief would eventually find him during one average afternoon spent performing double his normal allotment of chores. He’d gotten himself in trouble with his parents over having once again wandered away from school due to it just feeling like it was going so very painfully slow and was serving his sentence by cleaning up around the property. His family didn’t have much money, but they were usually not starved for work and often times his father would bargain to be given old defunct equipment and machines no longer needed or wanted by their owners to satisfy his hobby of scrapping metal for an extra buck and collecting spare parts “just in case”. Haywire was usually kept away from these machines since his parents were worried he’d hurt himself by climbing around on them, but there was no one watching that day and he viewed it as a chance to satisfy a burning question he’d had for quite some time.

What’s inside of those old tractors?

One hour later, and with a swiped tool box from the shed, Haywire not only knew what was inside those rusted machines but was halfway through rearranging the parts to his liking all the way up to its inevitable collapsing in on itself as what he’d been attempting to build had made no sense. He didn’t stop there as he brought a rain of destruction down upon most of the machines in the house as well and wasn’t until he was stopped from maiming his mother’s radio that it was brought to an end and his cutie mark was discovered.

From then on, the world had color. The joy Haywire felt when taking apart whatever technology he could get his hooves on only to reconstruct it to something weird and different was endless. The possibilities of what he and his mistress science could accomplish together soon became an obsession for Hay to realize. The early years of his work was rough with few successful designs that would last longer than a mere few hours, but once he’d reached his mid-teen years Haywire was already leagues beyond what anyone else in his little slice of Equestria could do mechanically. It was he that would be called in to work on anything if it was broken and there was absolutely no other option available as, while incredibly good at building and fixing machines, haywire’s inspirations and ideas could just as easily turn your old beat up combine into a giant oven set to confectionary or an all in one automated band.

This earned him a mixed reputation back home that Haywire didn’t really pay any mind to. It wouldn’t matter in the end anyway as, once he was old enough and just couldn’t resist any longer, Haywire semi ran away from home. Only in his late teens and dropping out from school meant his family obviously objected, but Haywire would refuse to come back until he had something mind blowing to show them. He didn’t ignore them of course as he often sent back letters talking about the things he’d seen and done while assuring them that he was doing just fine.

This was a lie. Well, a half-truth rather. Haywire was not doing fine financially as most of what he made failed to capture the attention of investors, but he was doing fantastic when it came to seeing the world and meeting ponies. Somewhere down the road he would build Bubo, his bestest friend ever, and make his way to Manehattan where his fortune would begin to turn. There he managed to actually make some money what with the city’s more up to date technology allowing him to capture interest for his most ambitious ideas and devices. Investors started to care and Haywire managed to gather up enough bits to establish a workshop where his productivity increased immensely. His neighbors weren’t terribly thrilled by the near constant sound of muted explosions and the occasional fire blasting from his windows, but Hay was able to keep things primarily contained and avoid getting himself evicted for years.

And then half of his workshop exploded with most of what was inside being devastated beyond repair. Haywire was seen leaving the rubble not too long afterwards and seemed to take this as a cue to maybe take a break from sitting in one place as he was back on the road not long after. Today, Haywire can be found springing up pretty much anywhere the wind might take him as he travels around meeting new people and building whatever comes to mind at the time.