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-Name: Lone Nut
+Name: General Four Star
 Gender: Male
-Race: Earth Pony
+Race: Pegasus
 Hits: 5/5
-Class: Stalker [Tracker/Rouge]
+Class: Warlord [Bard/Paladin]
-Cutie Mark: Gunsight Crosshair Pattern (+2 Stealth)
+Cutie Mark: Four Stars [+2 Inspire]
 
 Skills:
-Tough: passive; Earth ponies take 1 additional hit before becoming helpless as well as 1 extra wound once they become helpless, for a total of 6 hits and 6 wounds without other modifiers. They can also lift, carry and move heavier objects than unicorns or pegasi.
+Pegasus Flight: Pegasi can fly, and get a +1 bonus to actively evade and dodge midair. Flight is about as taxing as running at full speed.
-Unseen Foe: Recharge 1, Instant Automatic; Makes a fast attack from the shadows before retreating again. Your other action this turn will not break Stealth, but also cannot crit.
+Inspiring Leadership: Passive, when you roll a crit, all of your allies (but not you) gain +1 to all rolls next turn. Autocrits apply.
-Marksman Shot: recharge 3, requires ranged weapon, weapon; autocrits (any success is critical), benefits from Trick Ammo
+Inspire: You use song and performance to enthrall a crowd or rally your allies.
-Stealth: become hidden. Enemies cannot attack you until you reveal yourself. An attack used in stealth Autocrits. Can be used at DC8 in combat.
+Combat: the entire party gains +1 to all rolls next turn, or +2 on a critical success; this bonus does not stack with repeated use. Critical failure replaces the bonus with a -1 penalty to all rolls next turn.
-Disguise: Pretends to be someone else. Min 6+ allows the user to pass as a generic person (a guard, a noble, a commoner, etc); 8+ allows the user to pass as a specific person; a crit allows the user to mimic different races and/or genders.
+Noncombat: you perform for a gathered audience, and can garner reputation, favors, and resources as the GM deems appropriate
 Mulligan: Instant, Recharge 4; Re-roll a non-critical failed roll.
 
-6.5×39mm Bolt action Rifle
+
-.22 caliber snub nose revolver.
+.45 Caliber Single Action Army (With Ivory grips)
 
 Invetory:
-White shirt
+General's Uniform
-Political literature
+General's Helmet
-Twilight Sparkle photo scrapbook
+Riding Crop
-Personal journal
+Medals
-Single magical bullet. (Given to him by shadowy wizard in dark swirl pattern robes)
+Box of Bullets
 
 Traits:
-Light brown colored Earth Pony, unshaven. Short cut black mane. Has strange obsession with Twilight Sparkle and bringing down the oppressive regime.
+Light grey fur with short cut white mane. Wears general's uniform adorned with shiny medals.
 
 Gentlecolts........I want you all to know..........all this stuff you hear about Equestrians not wanting to fight is horseshit. Equestrians love to fight! All real stallions love the sting and clash of battle. When you were younger, you all admired the champion horseshoe shooter, the fastest runner, the big-league flyers and the toughest wrestlers. Equestrians love a winner and will not tolerate a loser! Equestrians play to win all the time. That's why Equestrians have never lost and will never lose a war. The very thought of losing......is hateful to Equestrians! Battle is the most significant competitions in which a pony can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base.
 
 Now.........I don't want any messages saying 'I'm holding my position.' We're not holding a goddamned thing. We're advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding anything except the enemy's balls. We're going to hold him by his balls and we're going to kick him in the ass; twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all the time! Our plan of operation is to advance and keep on advancing. We're going to go through the enemy like crap through a goose!
 
 "Some of you ponies are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you'll all do your duty. War is a bloody business, a killing business. Those Monsters are the enemy. Wade into them, spill their blood or they will spill yours. Shoot them in the guts. Rip open their belly. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt from your face and you realize that it's not dirt, it's the blood and gut of what was once your best friend.......you'll know what to do.
 
 All right, you sons of bitches. You know how I feel. I'll be proud to lead you wonderful stallions in battle any time, anywhere. That's all"