Rough Patch [3.0]

Name: Rough Patch
Race: Earth Pony
Gender: Female
Cutie Mark [Special Talent]: A bottle with a few drops splashing from the cap [Rough can whip up any sort of lotion, tonic, or oil to help soothe aches, pains, and any other ill feeling]
Trained Talent: Quick Treatment [Fortify Flesh is now recharge 3, instead of recharge 2 after effect ends]
Class: Guardian [Knight/Alchemist]
Skills: Tough, Workhorse, Fortify Flesh, Slam, Alchemist's Fire, Revolving Drum, Counter
Hits/Wounds: 6/6
Inventory: Long skirt, Saddle customized to carry her supplies, Hollow Crystal [Focus Catalyst, used for mixing ingredients], Collection of various masseuse supplies and ingredients.
Appearance: Rough is an earth pony mare with a tan [#D4A069] coat, dull auburn [#AA4A38] mane, and deep blue [#0E5E9C] eyes. While she is in her mid twenties, she still has a youthful look. She stands just slightly taller than average height and her body is in good shape.
Character Info:
	At a young age, Rough was a very caring pony. The first to help other kids who got scuffed up on the playground, always there when somepony needed to talk, shoulder open whenever somepony was having a bad day. Such a personality led her to taking a job at the local spa where she could give ponies a relaxing area to work off the stresses of the day. Here her cutiemark shone through, knowing exactly what a pony needed and where to apply it. With such promise as a masseuse, she started to take classes in nursing as well to further her caring career.
	Rough became the popular go to for any injured or unwell pony, either at the spa or the hospital. However, her heart wasn't sitting right as time went on. She still loved helping improve their day, but it just felt pointless. Many of her patients were repeats, and not because they enjoyed her. Often they would continue the strenuous activities that'd put their bodies in pain, or the more common would-be adventurer having bitten off more than they could chew. As they piled up and her appointments felt more like a revolving door, she was fed up. If these ponies kept acting foolish, then she'd go out their into the field with them so they wouldn't end up so beat up.
	Leaving her old jobs and town to become an on-hire medic, she felt that passion return in her care, though not for long. While those she worked with had a huge increase in success as well as few, if any at all, injuries, they started to get cocky. Having a professional healer on the job made them feel like they could take on bigger jobs, get more reckless because there was somepony there to patch them up. This soon wore on her, having to carry back and patch up these stupid braggarts. Always being the one to finish up the job, she decided to drop the dead weight altogether. She knew how to treat a pony, and she also knew how to turn that care around to fend off assailants. So she made the best decision she ever made, she became a solo mercenary. This way, no stupidity would get in the way and waste her talents so foolishly. Not to say she refused to ever work with others, but she did vow to withhold her treatments from any who end up wasting it.