I've never been a good pony. I did a lot of terrible things when I was still living in Stalliongrad Wastes. But I was accepted and forgiven in the New Canterlot Republic, and at the cost of my blood, I have earned the right to be called a good pony. I rose through the ranks from a simple acolyte to the elder of an entire contingent of Applejack's Rangers. I also wear power armor and am an expert in the use of heavy weapons. More than anything, I love sound of anti-mechanical rifle shots.